Setting the Record Bent

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Summary:

When the Kyūbi wakes, he’s not so easy to put back into
his cage. But someone who understands the instinct of the beast isn’t about to
let Naruto run from the world, let alone the piece of himself he can’t escape. Part
III of ‘Setting the Record Bent’ oneshot collection. M/M, anal, violence, kink (biting, blood, domination).

Pairings: Naruto/Kiba.

Warnings: m/m,
anal, violence, kink (biting, blood, domination).

Note: Each oneshot is in its own universe. These stories are not
continuous, rather, they stand alone. Thank you. Please Enjoy.


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BEASTLY RELATIONS (ONESHOT)

Part III of the Setting
the Record Bent Collection

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A
flicker of shadows among the trees to his right was the only warning he got
before death loomed at the end of a sword aimed at his neck. He ducked and
turned into the blow, the hiss of folded steel passing harmlessly above his
head while his own blade slid through flesh, between ribs into a beating heart.

Naruto
wrenched his ninjatō clear of his assailant’s chest, idly taking note of
the plain grey vest and scratched cloud hitai-ate where she pressed against his
side. The rich stench of fresh blood dominated his senses. Naruto let his
nostrils flair as he inhaled deeply: the fear was sour; the panic, rank; the
scent of fertile female, sharp but
fading fast. His blood burned. His eyes burned. The body slid and fell
awkwardly, knees bent under. Eyes glassy. Staring.

Staring.

Kill. The voice urged. Behind.

The air
displaced. Kunai and shuriken raced past and thudded into the log he’d substituted
himself with. Naruto fled to the trees. Branch to branch, his feet barely
touched bark before exploding into motion, sending him forward; always forward,
the wind tore at him, wound past him; he was the wind. His blood sang with the
hunt.

A sea of
clones rose up to defend him as the partner to his first assailant broke cover
with a second volley of sharp steel. Naruto flash-stepped through the dense
smoke of exploding clones and caught the wiry shinobi mid-jump, his ninjatō
flashed and was blocked by two kunai held by desperate straining arms.

Weak mortal flesh! Kyūbi
scoffed triumphantly.

His prey
faltered under Naruto’s feral snarl. The man’s eyes widened. Blue. His eyes
were blue. And they noticed Naruto was holding his ninjatō with only his
left hand too late.

“FUUTON: RASENGAN!”

The
ripping ball of wind slammed into his chest, dissolving fabric and flesh into
shredded paper, scattering it, making a bloody mess.

Naruto
flipped with the gale-force backlash and landed calmly back in the clearing, victorious
rumble vibrating past bared teeth and curled lips. Moments later several fleshy
thunks
announced the landing splatter of his former opponent. Blood fell like rain.

In that
moment the scent of blood and death and victory was sweeter than ramen, sweeter
than sex—it was the meaning of life, it enriched the meaning of life. Naruto
was juiced with enough adrenaline and fury at that moment that all his senses
were in overdrive. The veins of leaves across the clearing were sharp in relief;
the rustling they made loud and obnoxious, competing with the hush of insect
wings. He cocked his head as he heard a distant growl which was followed by
ripping flesh and a despairing gurgling.

Naruto
took to the trees again.

A couple
of klicks deeper into the forest, he paused his
progress under the shade of deep foliage on a branch to survey his partners and
their kill before dropping down to join them.

Akamaru’s muzzle was wet and dripping blood. The missing
chunk of the last of their targets’ neck revealed the method of his demise. Akamaru
looked quite satisfied with himself as he sat at his master’s side, his tongue
hanging carelessly out the side of his mouth, panting. Meanwhile, Kiba
scavenged through the dead missing-nin’s pockets,
disregarding the blood still trickling from the gaping neck-wound.

Naruto
dispatched a number of clones to secure the perimeter, and no sooner had he
done so than Kiba produced a scroll and a victorious smirk.

A smirk which quickly disappeared when he caught sight of Naruto.

“What the – what happened to you?”

Naruto
took several deep calming breaths, willing his eyes to stop burning; hands to
stop clenching. He was a bit dirty, after all, covered
in bodily fluids, hair matted and tinted red.

His
voice barely sounded human even to his own ears. “They had backup. Confirm the
contents. We need to move.”

Kiba
pulled his eyes from the bloody sight in front of him and double-checked the
seal. “Yeah. This is it.” He stowed it into his pouch
and regarded Naruto carefully. “You sure you’re okay? That’s not all your blood
is it?”

“No.
None of it is. I’m fine,” Naruto said shortly, trying and failing to rein the
fury that was his voice. He realized he still had his sword out and slammed it
back into its sheath. Alien thoughts bristled through his mind; thoughts he
couldn’t help; thoughts of violence and dominance and blind fury. He was walking a line pulled
taught just waiting to snap. He cursed his own inattentiveness. If that second
group hadn’t got the drop on him he wouldn’t have had to tap Kyūbi’s
chakra. Always messed with his thoughts. Always took
forever to clean out from his coils.

“Akamaru, point. Kiba, middle. I’ll
take rear. Move!” he ordered.

Kiba snapped
his mouth shut with a click of sharp canines, keeping his belligerent reply to
himself. He shared a knowing look with his furry companion, but for once, listened
without arguing. Naruto growled with relief as he moved into the rearguard
position while his clones assumed a loose arrowhead formation ahead. Akamaru set
a blistering pace for which Naruto was grateful—it would help work off some of
steam.

He could
feel Kyūbi preening in the back of his mind, reliving each kill in
picture-perfect clarity. His blood thrummed, heart pumped wildly in response. Muscles
vibrated as he ran, hands clenching, unclenching rhythmically in time with his
heart. Kyūbi was excited. He was excited.

It would
be a long, tense trip back to Konoha.

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“Good
work the two of you.” Tsunade concluded at the end of
their debrief. “Anything else to
report?”

“Just –
hey, maybe I’m wrong about this but,” Kiba’s coat rustled as he shrugged
lazily, “with the four I dealt with and the twelve Naruto took…seems a bit
excessive.”

He could
feel Kiba’s eyes on him. Naruto had kept them closed throughout the briefing.
He didn’t think he could restrain himself from challenging Tsunade’s
authority if he looked at her. He’d want blood. He’d want a reckoning. But it
would be different this time. This time he was stronger. He knew he was stronger. If he fought Tsunade she’d get hurt—die even. So he kept his eyes closed
and ignored everything but direct questions.

Kiba
made an annoyed sound in his throat when it was clear Naruto wasn’t going to
add something and continued. “It’s rare for a private corporation to get their
hands on so many missing nin all at once. And their
equipment was all brand-new…not the usual crap you see on second-rate missing nins.”

“You
think they weren’t so ‘missing’, after all?” Tsunade
inquired. Wet strokes of her brush moved quickly across vellum.

“I’m
saying it’s strange, that’s all.”

“Thank
you. Kiba, Akamaru – you’re dismissed. Naruto, stay behind.”

Said
blond opened his eyes and glared at his feet where dried blood was flaking off
onto the well-tread wooden floor. Kiba and Akamaru both sent him concerned looks
on their way out. He relaxed fractionally when Kiba gripped his shoulder and
squeezed. Then he was alone with Tsunade.

“You
don’t have to speak,” Tsunade said, her brush
scribbling furiously. “I’m giving you the next week off with pay, and I’m
isolating training ground eighty-six for you if you need to work off some
steam.” She passed him his orders over the desk. Naruto opened them, glanced
through them quickly and nodded.

He
swallowed through a throat suddenly thick with guilt. “’M
sorry.” His voice was still rough, aggressive. The words didn’t fit.
They sounded more like a challenge than an apology.

She took
no offense. “Don’t be. You did what you had to to
survive. You think I begrudge you that?” Tsunade
declared with her usual stern authority, he didn’t need to look to know her
eyes looked at him with a tender sort of affection that always threw him. Naruto
licked his lips thirstily, glanced up then back down again. She continued
softly: “There are volunteers this time…if you need something to take the edge
off.”

Naruto
glared at the floor. Sharp claws bit into his palms.

“Look,
Naruto. It’s not exactly a secret in ANBU. They watch you through the best of
times and the worst of times. They like
you. They just want to help. I had nothing to do with the offer.”

Words
got stuck in the back of his throat, so he shook his head wildly in the
negative instead. He was furious and embarrassed. They watched him doing that?

“Very
well, I won’t push you. But they are
there if you need help.” Tsunade’s voice was weary.
“You’re dismissed. Good work.”

Naruto
fled out the window.

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He
inhaled his ramen—almost quite literally. He ate with his face hovering in such
a way that if he leaned one tiny fraction of a span further, his nose would
find itself submerged in ramen. He inhaled the smell of broth and miso and steam as if his life depended on it. The position
helped him ignore the busy street behind him and the other patrons of Ichiraku
Ramen.

The
smells were the worst part. With Kyūbi chakra still infecting his own, all
five of his senses felt like they were on illegal stimulants imported by Orochimaru. In the forest it wasn’t so bad. He could out
smell Kakashi’s harem of dogs—great for tracking missions; he and Kiba were
Konoha’s one and only perfect record tracking team, and that was cool and
everything, but having a sensitive nose in Konoha or in cities? It was a
nightmare. Why?

Because humans are vile and smelly creatures.

The man two seats down savouring sake in the middle of the
afternoon? He hadn’t quite washed his hands after his last trip to the
washroom. He smelled of ammonia and urine and feces.

The pretty brunette to his left hanging off his arm? Yeah.
She smelled of fertile fuck-me pheromones,
and reeked of sweat and sex and leavings—a man’s claim. Another man’s claim, Naruto corrected,
and not the same scent as the one whose arm she clung to. It made his nose
itch.

And
sewer covers? Yeah. Those aren’t as airtight as they look. Poor, smaller towns
with open sewers were the worst. The first time he’d caught a whiff of one of
those on a mission he’d vomited and passed-out.

Teuchi
and his daughter were okay. They both were so saturated with the smell of ramen
that he could ignore their other bodily smells. Ayame only gave him trouble
when she was having a period. The smell of blood always made him have the
inexplicable urge to jump the counter, throw her onto the counter, rip off all her clothes and fuck her doggy-style in public so everyone would damn well
know who owned her.

Kyūbi
always cackled in the back of his mind when he got these ‘urges’.

Naruto
wondered if all animals who lived around humans learned how to mouth-breath. It
was his third favourite hobby after training and eating ramen, and that was
saying something. No wonder animals of the higher orders avoided humans. He’d
avoid himself too if he smelled as bad as most humans did. It wasn’t that a
human’s natural body odour was offensive. No, natural musk wasn’t a problem so
long as a human was physically active. The ones who sat around all day eating,
signing papers, arguing over wool prices, eating some more(the cheese eaters
were the worst—vile), never working up a healthy sweat to cleanse their bodies,
smothering their bodies with fake perfumes and makeup and cleansers; their
scents were rancid, stale, fake – unnatural.

A shift
of the air, the whump
of the cushion next to his, familiar scent of lavender and power; Hinata had
arrived, she sat close, her expression concentrated, concerned. Naruto closed
his eyes and kept eating; his nose was touching the broth now.

Kami help me.

“Naruto-kun.” His name was said quietly, respectfully. Maybe
even a bit hopefully. “Welcome back.”

Around
so many humans his blood had begun to cool. But one whiff of his girlfriend,
the woman he’d shared a bed with several times? The fury and power, desire and want, lust and urge;
they all hit him like a drunken Lee trying to make new friends. The chopsticks
in his hand snapped; brittle wood fell into his ramen. Naruto couldn’t bring
himself to care. He was clinging to that shred of human-will he still
maintained so he stopped breathing all together.

“Naruto? Are you all right? You’re covered in blood.” She
was only concerned of course. She was like that. Always
concerned. She cared. Kami, she cared. That
was the worst part. Because the things he wanted to do to her in his mind
weren’t gentle or loving or fond.

She
reached out, intent on laying a gentle, delicate hand on his shoulder.

“D-don’t
touch me!” he snapped pulling away.
He slammed money down on the table and twisted off the stool. He needed to get
away before he snapped. “Don’t touch me – just…stay away. Please.” His voice
should have scared her off. It was enough the first couple of times this had
happened. She’d given him space.

But not this time. This time when he walked away, she
followed. Of course she followed. Hinata was stubborn and unrelenting when she wanted
to be. It just so happened when it came to him she was obstinate and
unrelenting.

For once in your life Hinata, be a wallflower for me. Please, Kami,
just leave me the fuck alone!

Strong kits,
was Kyūbi’s helpful advice along with another surge of chakra that set his
blood boiling. Kyūbi was enamoured with the idea of kits. Maybe because as the strongest demon on the planet he’d never found
a worthy mate—maybe never even contemplated one. After all, reproduction
was the assembly-line of mortal beings. What use did an immortal existence have
for progeny? Sex was also a new concept to the demon. Kyūbi didn’t do sex. Kyūbi took domination,
destruction, and hatred to another level entirely. But sex? Consenting sex? After Naruto first got
laid the bloody nine-tails had been insatiable.
An immortal demon had learned
something new after eons of existence and couldn’t get enough of it—the
rougher, the better. And of course Kyūbi being…well…Kyūbi…he was more into the sex than
the consenting part. In his little world the strong could do as they pleased.
The weak lived to serve the strong. Kyūbi honestly wasn’t capable of
understanding the concept of restraint or compassion. It was these sorts of
thoughts Naruto was constantly trying to suppress.

She
followed him doggedly down the street, pacing him. He knew she was there. He
could hear every breath she took, every crease of her coat, the shifting of
fabric over pale flesh. Thankfully, her scent had vanished. Naruto was walking
upwind, which left her downwind. A small reprieve.
He’d take what he could get.

“Naruto…wait.
Please?” she implored.

He
stopped. Pedestrian traffic broke around them like waves. Civilians always gave
shinobi who looked like they just got back from a mission a wide berth,
unwilling to risk the chance the shinobi in question hadn’t geared-down their
hair-trigger killing reflexes. The blood flaking off his clothes probably
didn’t inspire much confidence in the well-known Kyūbi-container.

“I-I
want to help. I know…I know you have trouble,” she paused to take a breath of
courage, “t-trouble controlling your…your…” she trailed off, blushed furiously,
then came back strong. “I want to help. I – I can help.”

Naruto
was a split second away from dragging her down the nearest alley, throwing her
up against a wall, and taking her then and there. But he didn’t. He didn’t
because he remembered in his mind’s eye how shy and delicate Hinata was during
sex. How she cried for what seemed like hours after their first time, even
though he’d been so gentle. How he had to force himself to move in slow-motion
in the only way Hinata seemed to enjoy sex. The tender sort.
The restrained sort.

There
was no way he could manage that as he was now. Not with Kyūbi looking out
behind his eyes, all too interested with the prospect of more sex.

The one
time he’d tried to be a little more ‘energetic’ during sex had had Hinata
flinching away from his touch for a month. He couldn’t do that again. Not when
she was one of the few who would let
him touch her like that. He needed
that. Touch.

“You
don’t know what you’re saying,” Naruto muttered. “I’d hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her
voice was filled with desperate determination. She spoke softly: “Y-you’ve
always done so much for me. I want – I want to do this for you. I don’t like
seeing you like this.”

“You
think I do!?” He snarled, and bit his lip to silence himself. She recoiled. “Hinata. The last time I touched you the way I wanted to, you avoided me for a month.
This…this would be a hundred times worse.”

No
matter how brave she was, she couldn’t hide her relief from his nose. It stank.

“I just
– I wanted to be strong for you,” her voice broke. The dam broke. She shook
helplessly, crying tears smelling of the sea and storm. They should have
bothered him, sent him frantically trying to reassure her. But with
Kyūbi’s chakra messing with his head, the only emotion he felt was
contempt and pity—and he hated himself for feeling it, even if it wasn’t his
own thoughts.

Tears are for those who despair, the
voice whispered, for those who are not
yet strong enough to overcome themselves.

Tears aren’t ONLY for despair, Naruto
snapped back. There are happy tears. Sad
tears. Tears of goodbye. Tears don’t mean weakness.

Smell. Her tears smell of despair, the voice
retorted maliciously. Wasn’t it you,
after all, when you were little, who vowed never to cry tears of despair again?
Decided that they served no purpose, because no-one cared.
And if no-one cared, then those tears serve no purpose; so you decided to be
strong enough that you would never cry those tears again.

Naruto
shook his head viciously, silencing the voice.

“You are
strong, Hinata,” Naruto intoned gruffly. “But so am I. This is something I need
to deal with. Alone.”

Naruto’s
steps faltered a moment before continuing on.

Hinata
didn’t follow.

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Training
field eighty-six was his refuge when he just needed to blow off steam. The
quicker he exhausted his chakra, the quicker he’d get through the Kyūbi’s
influence on his body and mind. The theory was simple:

Train
until collapse. Expel the existing Kyūbi chakra, and take no-more until his own stores replenished. The first step on that path was
getting out of his semi-Kyubified transformation:
i.e. get rid of the extra chitin decorating his fingers and the scary incisors
inhabiting his mouth.

The
practice was a bit different. It was the case of ‘one foot in the door’. Once
Kyūbi got access to his chakra, it was practically impossible to shut him
out of it, simply because his system liked
drawing Kyūbi’s chakra, it didn’t want
to stop—especially when his chakra became low—it was getting to be second
nature to borrow more chakra from the Kyūbi, and he often found himself doing
so without conscious thought.

Ever
since the old pervert had messed with his seal and unleashed his four-tailed
form his body had taken a liking to the demonic chakra, and its capacity to use that same corrosive chakra had begun
to steadily increase the more he used it. He couldn’t even use an elemental
seal to stop the Kyūbi chakra from leaking into his system anymore. Not
from lack of trying. The seal just wouldn’t stick. It couldn’t break the
current and set up a block before shattering under the immense pressure.

The training
ground was a mess; broken trees and muddy pits, sticks and stones strewn
everywhere. Tsunade was going to have to pay a
fortune of D-rank missions to get it repaired. Naruto stared down at his hands,
bloody stripes from his last wind-techniques healing even as he watched,
steaming as the flesh knitted.

He was a
bit worried. Not because he was healing—that was expected. It was his hands.
His nails or – claws, currently. They weren’t returning to normal. In his mouth
his tongue still encountered viciously sharp canines, he pricked himself
accidentally and the warm taste of blood filled his mouth briefly before it
healed over.

Naruto
fell onto his bottom and crossed his legs. He should be tired – exhausted by
now. He’d used all of his S-rank techniques and blown the nearby landscape to
smithereens, and he still had gas
left in the tank.

“Fuck,”
Naruto growled. “What the fuck is
wrong with me?”

He could
feel the pulse of nature now that he was still. It reached out to him with
welcoming arms—nature. The natural energy of the world loved sages because it
saw them as one of her own. Doubly so with Naruto, whom
nature saw as part-demon—another part of life and death. Where humans saw evil,
nature saw death. Death wasn’t evil, it was just
another part of life. For there to be new life there must be death. Naruto
still had trouble understanding nature’s logic sometimes—mostly because she
didn’t communicate with words, but with sensations and feelings. She didn’t
understand why humans feared death,
because to her it was the ultimate form of new life, the continuation of the
cycle of balance that without would leave the world in barren ruin.

Immortal
beings always had trouble rationalizing mortal beings’ fear of death for some
reason. Kyūbi was the same.

Nature
also didn’t understand why Naruto refused to embrace the caustic energy sealed
inside him. That’s why Naruto was always hesitant to meditate and enter
sage-mode when he was partially Kyubified. Nature had
a way of feeling blissfully addictive when he was in such a state and he was
convinced it was her own way of telling him he was being silly and all too
human for her liking.

Ever try
to tell a soulless immortal existence with a mothering complex to mind her own business without the benefit of words like ‘no’, and
‘go away’? He might as well convince Tsunade to give
up sake and gambling, or Guy to give up green, or Jiraiya to give up peeping.

He felt
the presence of his watchers increase by one; a familiar signature that dared
approach him when the ANBU had left well enough alone—and good riddance, those
fucking peeping toms.

“Kiba,”
Naruto acknowledged, not opening his eyes. Kiba’s chakra was primal, in tune
with nature to a degree that only Jiraiya held—all Inuzukas were like that. It
was why Tsunade had paired them up as a team. When
Naruto went into Kyubified Sage-mode, Kiba was one of
the few who could safely approach. Even nature agreed with him, she looked at
the Inuzuka like she did any other animal in her great kingdom. They were her
own, even if they didn’t know it.

A low, impressed whistle. “Kami. You did a number on this place.” He hid his
fury well, but Naruto and he were of kin; voice can be moderated, muscles can
be trained to relax, but nothing could hide the scent, the adrenaline, the
musky rage.

Naruto
swallowed his guilt. “Is she alright?”

Kiba’s
answer was a vicious right hook that knocked him over and sent him rolling.

When he
came to a stop, Naruto lay still. The punch hadn’t hurt so much as the emotions
behind it. Kiba loved Hinata. He’d proved it when, Inuzuka-style, Kiba had
challenged him for dominance and ended up in the hospital in a coma. He could
hear the furious breathing of the Inuzuka through his nose.

“You
don’t understand,” Naruto croaked. He opened his eyes and pushed himself to his
feet. His eyes were beginning to burn again at the perceived challenge—he
relentlessly squashed the urge to tear Kiba’s arms off for hitting him. It
helped that the proud Inuzuka was cradling his now injured fist close to his
body. One of the knuckles jutted at an odd angle. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Hurt
her? Hurt her? Are you even listening
to yourself? You rejected her. You
couldn’t have hurt her more!” Kiba yelled. “I found her crying! CRYING! You promised, you swore you’d
never do anything to hurt her, and then you pull shit like this every time you
have a tough mission.”

“Shut
up. SHUT – UP!” Naruto roared.
“Would you rather I rape her? Break her? I’m this close, Kiba, to the edge. This – close,” he said showing off his
claws. “Can you imagine what these would do to her? What I could do to her?” He indicated the training ground and laughed
bitterly. “This is nothing.” He drew a shaky breath. “If you knew the
thoughts in my head—”

Kiba
grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes, which had long since gone feral, slit,
and gleamed with rage, his own claws had sprouted with his blooming fury. “Then
you insult her by continuing this…this charade! Is it a game to you?”

Naruto
bit back an inhuman growl. “What the – what are you on about kibble-brain? I
love Hinata.”

“Do you?
Because it sure doesn’t seem like it from here,” Kiba spat.

“The FUCK do you know about me?” Naruto
growled, his own rage fired and stoked by his burning blood and the massive
power of nature that swirled through him, promising endless destruction; blood
of his enemies.

Kiba
wasn’t daunted. He stalked forward, a predator on the hunt, claws bent and
threatening. “By denying her your anger, your rage, your strength, you are
saying loud and clear that you do not respect her. You do not respect her
strength. You believe she is too weak
to be your mate. You are not being kind!
You are being the worst sort of
patronizing and cruel! That’s not
love! That’s a mockery of it!” Kiba lashed out and caught Naruto flat-footed.
Claws raked across his cheeks and sent him tumbling to the ground. He dug his
claw into the dirt and righted himself. He must have lost sage-mode, because blood
trickled down his face and spattered on the wet, churned earth. “Mates are
equal in everything. Mates fight to confirm their strength! But you – you! You don’t see her as your equal, do
you? You aren’t loving her. You’re pitying her.
Or maybe you’re pitying yourself,” Kiba spat, disgust evident in his voice.

The plug
got pulled. All the rage drained away to nothing but the bitter taste of blood
caking his lips. Naruto was mortified when he felt angry tears welling up in
his burning eyes. He glared up at Kiba, who still quivered with rage, and dared
him to say something.

“What do
you know? She’s all I have!” All I’ll
ever have.

If
anything Kiba’s anger only increased. “What do I know?” He started quietly.
“What do I know? I’ve seen your anger. I’ve fought your rage—”

“AND NEARLY DIED BECAUSE OF IT!” roared
Naruto.

“—and
survived. I’ve endured your worst and
survived,” Kiba continued, irreverent and loud, “but you’re right not to turn
it onto Hinata. It would break her in a way that no-one, least of all me, could
undo.

“It’s
not that she’s weak,” Kiba said when Naruto couldn’t manage any coherent words
through his thick throat, “it’s just that her sort of strength isn’t one that
lends to yours. I get it, Naruto. All the Inuzuka do. We get it because we have
the same urges. The same desire to dominate, to fight. Why do you think I asked
to be your partner? Why do you think I stopped chasing Hinata? I understand.
But now you need to understand.”

Understand what? He wanted to ask,
frustrated.

Kiba
didn’t answer in words. His chest rumbled a low, threatening challenge. Naruto
choked back his own answering growl. He could feel Kyūbi perk up again, as if scenting blood in the air.

Oh, yes, Kyūbi
purred, please do.

“—don’t—” Naruto warned; but Kiba ignored
him, stalked closer, growled again, lower, baiting. Naruto’s instincts flared;
muscles tensed; vision zeroed-in; blood boiled over. He snapped; the world
tilted on its axis.

The
rumble of his growl thundered across the clearing, sending birds bursting into
flight. Air thickened with the killing intent of a half-demon, half-sage
hybrid.

Alien
thoughts swirled through his head. Outrage. How dare
a flea-bitten mongrel challenge him. Certainty. He’d crush the mouthy puppy. Show him his
place. Make him beg for mercy. Consternation.
He’d already made the mongrel submit.
If defeat wasn’t enough…then he would humiliate
him. Make the whiny runt debase
himself at his feet like the disobedient puppy that he was.

Naruto
snarled, matching the one on the mongrel’s curled lips. Kiba kicked off his
sandals and tossed his jacket aside, never taking his eyes away from his
opponent, and dropped onto all fours.

Mud
churned. Naruto leapt and met Kiba midair, the
centrifugal forces of their collision made them hit and turn clockwise. Snapping maws of sharp teeth. Claws
ripping, tearing, scrabbling together. Finding purchase, knocking Kiba’s
claws away from his throat, Naruto reared backwards and slung his head forward
with a roar, smashing his hitai-ate into Kiba’s unprotected nose.

Crunch. Blood
spurted all over their faces. Kiba was knocked to the ground where he lay, face
up and dazed, teeth bared in a rictus of pain. Naruto used the impact to flip
backwards. He landed on all fours snarling at Kiba who was struggling to his
feet dazedly, tears of pain streaming from his narrowed and bloodshot eyes.

A bit of
Kiba’s blood, smelling heady and sweet, dripped off Naruto’s hitai-ate and
dribbled down the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth. His tongue
darted out, catching it, drawing it back into his mouth. A red haze descended
across his vision as the taste of Kiba exploded against his taste buds.

And it
was wonderful.

Kyūbi was laughing. Joyously.
It held the air of madness and pain and some sick perverse enjoyment. Naruto
felt it too. He watched proudly as Kiba carefully reached up and straightened
his nose with another audible crunch
of grinding bone.

Naruto
tensed, ducked out of the way as Kiba vanished briefly only to reappear a few
feet away, his lethal claws hissing through the air. A pivot and Naruto tackled
his aggressor, bearing him several feet backwards with the force of his coming.
They went down in a tangle of flailing limbs, scrabbling and clawing at exposed
flesh. He was on top. Kiba was on top. Feet slipped, dug into the ground to
find purchase, to flail in the air. Knees banged; grunts of flailing bones
finding targets with dull thudding impacts. Naruto yelped as Kiba somehow
managed to sink his canines into the flesh of his shoulder.

“Enough!” Naruto bellowed, and the earth
seemed to echo in agreement. He grabbed a handful of Kiba’s hair and ripped the
Inuzuka’s fangs from his flesh. Kiba was no heavier than
Akamaru when he had been a puppy—at least that’s how he seemed right then—and
no stronger. When Naruto got his foot under Kiba’s stomach and viciously shoved
him back, he sailed across the clearing, skipped over the lip of a crater and
came to a crashing rest against a skinned tree that split up the seam from the
impact and vibrated like an arrow freshly struck in a target.

The
earth churned under Naruto’s feet as he barrelled after, leaping across the
crater and ploughing straight into Kiba’s struggling figure. The tree exploded
into a storm of crackling splinters.

The
chakra signatures of the watching ANBU, which Naruto in his rage had labelled
as passive threats, scattered to avoid the fallout.

Their
passage had dug a new trench of hollow earth and broken roots and feelers and
rocks. Kiba lay underneath him, whimpering. His chest heaved. A bit of blood
from his torn cheek was steadily leaking onto the dry earth, clotting and
bunching where it fell. His eyes were rolling, dazed, clouded with pain and confusion.
Naruto hovered over his fallen foe on all fours, surveying the damage with a
pleased rumble deep in his chest.

It’s not enough. Not enough! More! Teach him a lesson! Yes! A Lesson!

That’s
right. It wasn’t enough just to crush
the whelp. Defeat hadn’t learned him a lesson, but maybe humiliation would. Naruto ran his tongue over his fangs, savouring
the foreign blood he found on them. He wanted more.

Needed more.

Yes!
Yes! Humiliate him! Debase him! Mount the succulent morsel! Fuck him into
submission! Make him bleed! Whimper! Beg!

Clothing
was no bar to his desire, and Naruto’s claws shredded the heavy material of
Kiba’s outfit like it was cheap rice paper. He tossed the leavings away
absently, and considered the finely sculpted muscles of the mongrel’s heaving
chest. Defined pectorals put two small pink nipples on display proudly, a
shading of short tan hair dusting the span between them, one that reappeared
again below his squishy-looking outie belly-button to
define a trail that led beneath his muddy and raggedy pants.

Naruto
placed a clawed fingertip just below the rejoinder of Kiba’s collarbone and
pressed down firmly until a bead of blood inked the sharp point. He drew a line
slowly down, tracing down the centerline of his ribs. Kiba, disoriented still,
shrunk his shoulders further inward and whimpered, but did not otherwise move.
The heady and powerful scent of Kiba’s blood filled the air, and Naruto drew in
a deep breath, rumbling his chest appreciatively. Naruto’s finger paused.

Beneath
the fear, the panic, the anger…there was another smell. Excitement?
No…that wasn’t right. Expectation? Arousal?

Must be a strange freaky Inuzuka thing,
Naruto decided, wryly amused.

Kiba’s eyes, still clouded with the immense pain he must be enduring,
was watching him warily. He twitched when Naruto gave him a toothy smile.

“You
never learn, mongrel,” he said, voice a gravelly bass. “Never. Ever. Challenge
your betters.”

“F-fuck…you…” came the wheeze of a response. “I
can … take … anything … you dish out …
Naruto…”

That
sounds like a challenge. Barking laughter.

Naruto’s
hand closed around Kiba’s neck, and squeezed. The mongrel’s chocolate eyes
widened comically, so much so that Naruto couldn’t help but throw back his head
and laugh too. He rose, dragging Kiba up with him easily, he weighed nothing
more than a puppy. Naruto held him at arms length; Kiba’s toes dangled
uselessly in the air, blood smearing down his chest and staining his already
ruined pants, his hands dug into the rock-hard skin of Naruto’s arm without
breaking the surface, dredging them back and forth with urgent futility.

“This
time, mutt, I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t be so quick to forget.”

If Kiba
had anything to say in reply, it went unsaid; his face had purpled with oxygen
deprivation. Naruto dropped him then with such alacrity that Kiba’s sluggish
body couldn’t compensate; his legs crumpled under him, boneless. And when he
tried to push himself up to all fours Naruto kicked him, catching him low in
his side and sending him tumbling end over end until he came to an awkward
looking rest, wet paper glued to a balloon, stuck face-down eating dirt.

Ditching
his jacket and shirt and sandals on the way, Naruto sauntered over, glaring at
seemingly random trees and boulders as he went, daring the ANBU hiding
thereabouts to interfere, to try and
stop him. It might be amusing to teach them
some lessons while he was in the mood. Peeping bastards.
What he did to relieve himself of his urges in the privacy of his apartment
should never have reached the Hokage’s
ears—innocent meddling or not.

They
wanted a show? He’d give them a real
show!

He knelt
and picked Kiba up by the belt of his trousers and pushed his knees under him
impatiently when Kiba remained passively limp. Kiba seemed to rouse somewhat
with this new danger, and he tried to push himself up with his arms; Naruto
grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his head back down into the earth with
an annoyed growl. Only a half-conscious whimper left Kiba’s lips at that point,
his face, squashed into the dirt, was scrunched up in a permanent wince; blood
streamed from his nose again, running over what little had scabbed under it
already.

Keeping
Kiba pressed into the dirt with one hand at his neck, Naruto tugged Kiba’s
pants down over his ass in fits until it was free, exposing pale fleshy globes
perky and compact, so that his pants bunched over his thighs. Exposed in the
demeaning position Naruto had restrained him in, Kiba’s most private parts were
on full display; the healthy pink bud of his anus was ringed by a neat tuft of
downy chestnut hair that was soft to the touch.

Succumbing
to some primal urge, Naruto bent his head and inhaled. Kiba smelled an odd
combination of wet-dog and stale-sweat and earth and tantalizing musk that
wasn’t entirely unappealing, if the blood rushing to his own groin and
inflating his arousal was anything to go by. The pithy position Kiba was
presenting, exposed and submissive and utterly vulnerable, the stark contrast
of his personality, only added to the excitement. The idea that there were
people witnessing his dominance had
his dick straining the front of his pants until it was not only
obscene-looking, but painful.

Naruto
dug his claws into the tender flesh above Kiba’s opening until a satisfying
amount of his lifeblood had begun dripping down the crack, matting the fluffy
hair where it fell, and wetting the area. Kiba’s whimpers and squirming at this
point only made Naruto breath all that much harder,
faster; and his erection strain that much harder against that which restrained
it.

“If
this doesn’t hurt,” explained Naruto as he unzipped himself and freed
his weeping erection, “I’m not doing it right.” He aligned
himself then, briefly rubbing himself up and down slicking his arousal somewhat
with the viscous serum and drew a deep breath. Abdominals hardened along with
his buttocks, he gripped the pale globes of the ass in front of him firmly and
barrelled forwards, rooting himself in one brutal push
with a determined roar that turned into a blissful exclamation.

Kiba
didn’t disappoint – his back arched with the thrust and he howled such a tormented sound that wavered and degenerated into a
wordless scream of agony. Together they made a discordant erotic harmony that
compounded the stimulus crashing down on every nerve bundle in Naruto’s body.
Kiba’s hands scrabbled in the dirt as he continued to cry out and pant and
whimper, seeking some fruitless manner to soothe his
terrible discomfort, squirming and breathing laboured breaths when Naruto held
firm and cooed over the choking pleasure his arousal was enduring gladly.

He
leaned forward and whispered into the shell of Kiba’s ear: “You’ll
remember this. I know I will,” and laughed at the errant mix of
growling whine that emerged from Kiba’s mouth when he tried to answer. He
wrenched Kiba’s head back with a fistful of hair, cutting off the amusing
sound. “I’ve never done anyone up the ass. Hinata’s all vanilla sex or nothing,
you know? She’s like this wonderful portrait. It hangs on the wall and everyone
loves watching it, but to touch it … to touch it you must put on soft velvet
gloves and handle her with a delicate loving touch, but never for too long or
it’ll become brittle, and keep it too long in the sun and its colours start to
fade. You fucking mutt. You have no idea what I endure to keep Hinata. You’ll
NEVER know. Because touching me? getting fucked by me?
That’s the closest you’ll ever come to touching her.”

And then
the stops came loose. His weight bore down on Kiba from the great
insurmountable heights Kiba would never scale, hips pumping, cock pulsing back
and forth, pushing and stretching pink flesh slick with blood and pre come,
colliding pelvis with fleshy cheeks with wet staccato slaps, a brutal rhythm
punctuated by snarls and yelps, clawing fingers trailing long strips of flesh,
sweat from both bodies, hot and cold, mixing, leaving evidence of their
copulation, a humiliating reminder Kiba wouldn’t be rid of so easily, so
quickly.

The act
was quick, brutal, and over much too soon. One last push, his cock buried deep
into Kiba’s nether reaches, and Naruto groaned mightily as he came, a groan
that turned into a snarl of bared white teeth that buried into the tanned flesh
of Kiba’s shoulder exposed tantalizingly before him. Naruto rode out the rest
of his orgasm with the rich taste of Kiba’s blood welling up into his mouth and
filling it.

Before
he knew what he had done – was doing – Naruto had pulled out; and moving like
some thoughtless automaton, urinated all over Kiba’s defiled body, laying there
on the ground, leaking fluids not his own and bleeding from hundreds of shallow
bits and scrapes and tears. He covered every part and then some from his
semi-turgid cock.

And when
he was done, Naruto stared down at his hands; his fingers were normal-looking
again with small white half-moon cuticles and all: the claws had vanished. The
world righted itself. Clarity returned. And it was a terrible way to wake up.

That’s
when the tremors hit.

“What have I done?”

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Naruto
pressed his hands together and willed them to stop shaking.

“You
can’t check yourself into the mental ward, Naruto,” Tsunade
explained patiently from her place on the bench in the hospital hallway across
from where he paced, for the enth time. “It doesn’t work that way. Someone mentally
unstable wouldn’t be able to realize their own mental instability, which means
you have to be sane in order to consciously make the evaluation that you’re
insane in the first place, which means if you volunteer yourself for the mental
ward of the hospital, you’ll never actually set foot in there. That’s just how
it works.”

“Well
that’s stupid,” Naruto retorted. He stabbed a finger her direction to give his
hands something to do. “And you! Why
are you so…I don’t know! Calm! I just…I practically…” Naruto bit his tongue
hard enough that his eyes started watering, too bad the pain did nothing to
divert his dwelling on his unforgiveable actions earlier. Not when the images
the sounds and the smells were all so fresh.

“Because
Kiba deliberately provoked you, I already talked with your shadows,” Tsunade calmly explained, again, for the enth plus one time. “Look,
Naruto, we’re all aware how you usually relieve
yourself of the Kyūbi’s influence. Kiba was
made aware, as your partner, should he ever find himself in such a position where
times became desperate so he would know what sort of actions would…help you. As
far as I’m concerned he volunteered himself; the ANBU corroborate as much.”

“Stupid.
Of all the stupid – I could have KILLED
him! As it is I beat him up and raped him. Oh…kami…that
could have been Hinata. I was so close this afternoon … her smell … the way she
acted … you don’t understand … and then Kiba came along and challenged me and
said stuff about Hinata and …”

“—you
really have no clue about what goes
on in the Inuzuka pack, do you?” Tsunade inserted
with a chop of her arm.

Naruto paused his rant to shoot her a look. “Huh?”

Tsunade got this despairing look on her face. “For someone
who wants to be Hokage you sure are clueless sometimes.” She rolled her eyes
when he stuck out his jaw stubbornly. “Before you go working yourself up, why
don’t you go talk to him? He’s your
partner. Your comrade. Your friend.
Isn’t he? You owe him at least a visit, even if it’s only so he can knock your
teeth in.”

Because Tsunade was well practiced in
solving problems by knocking teeth in. Just ask Jiraiya.

And that
was how Naruto found himself outside Kiba’s hospital room—a private one—given
to him due to the sensitive nature of his injuries.

Naruto
didn’t mean to eavesdrop, really, but it was kind of hard not to hear the screaming from the hallway.

“I said
I’m FINE, you stupid bitch! Get the fuck out of here! You reek! Did you forget
to shower after you got fucked? I can smell him
all over you. Nasssss-ty!”

“Watch
your mouth! I’ll fucking rip your tonsils out through your nose, runt,” Hana’s unmistakeable growl
warned her little brother. “I noticed you haven’t bothered to wash his mark off yet. If you didn’t just get
dominated like the little bitch you are I’d pound your skinny little ass into
the ground for talking to me like that. Or have you forgotten just where in the pack-hierarchy you stand?”

“I’d
like to see you try and do better! Compared to Naruto you’re just a dickless whiny bitch. Wait…come to think of it…even without
comparing you together you’re still a dickless whiny
bitch with delusions of alphadom. Oh…snap!” Kiba half-cackled
half-coughed. It sounded painful.

Hana, in return, growled bloody gruesome murder and
radiated enough killing intent to paralyze the population of a small unindustrialized
third-world country like Wave.

It was
here … at this exceedingly convenient moment … that Akamaru decided to bark a greeting
and barrel through the door into the hall where Naruto waited. He only had a
split second to brace himself before Akamaru’s paws
were resting on his shoulders, and the mutt was giving his face its ritual
tongue-bath.

“Ugh…get
off you stupid mutt!” Naruto shoved
him down once, then again twice more when Akamaru thought this was an equally
likeable game and kept jumping back up and slobbering all over him. “You’re not
a puppy anymore, dammit! Stay down!”

“Naruto?” Kiba’s voice came through the open doorway.

Naruto
squared his shoulders, pushed past the giddy dog, and entered the room. Kiba
was sprawled on the bed, a study of mottled bruises and wrapped up in enough
bandages to be considered clothing. He sat propped up on several pillows,
watching Naruto’s progress with an unreadable expression.

Hana was easier to read, Kiba’s sister grew a smirk worth
of an Uchiha as she advanced on him. Naruto was forced to halt as Kiba’s elder
sister loomed over him and examined him critically. When she laughed Kiba’s
expression on the bed darkened.

“This is the kid who managed to get you
on all fours?!” She slung an arm around Naruto’s shoulders, her entire body
vibrating with her mirth. “Forget Kiba, kid, I’ll give you a real ride and show you how a true
Inuzuka likes to fuck.”

“Piss
off whore!” Kiba growled. He glanced at his bedpan as if considering using it
as a projectile.

Nonplussed,
Naruto looked past Hana’s shoulder to Kiba and set
his jaw. “…can we talk? Alone?”

Kiba
shrugged and looked pointedly at his sister.

“Fine, fine. I was just going anyway.” Hana
leaned down and nipped at Naruto’s earlobe, purposefully pressing her breasts
into his shoulder as she did. Hinata’s were bigger,
but Hana did smell a bit more interesting than wild
flowers. “But if you ever change your mind … come find
me and we’ll go for a tumble.”

When the
older Inuzuka had sauntered her way out the door, Naruto wiped his ear irritably
with the back of his sleeve and then turned on Kiba and stalked closer to the
bed.

“Do you
have some sort of deathwish!?” Naruto pulled up short of the bed as
the odours hit him like a brick wall. There were pictures in those scents: The
rugged terrain of training field eighty-six. The broken tree.
Kiba snarling, challenging. Kiba on
his back, coughing blood. Kiba, pants bunched around his thighs, naked
ass sticking up and vul—Naruto slapped a hand over
his nose and glared angrily at Kiba who bared his teeth in a sort of a smile
that was leaning into a proud curl of his upper lip.

“What?”

“You stink,” Naruto muttered. “At least take
a bath, kibble-breath.”

“Are you
kidding? If I washed off your scent now
I’d be asking for another beating.”
Kiba snorted. “Or are you going to tell me that somewhere deep inside you,
you’re feeling fucking pleased that I’m covered in your mark?”

“It
doesn’t work like that,” Naruto snapped, “I don’t feel…I don’t feel it when I don’t channel its chakra
directly.” But now that Kiba had asked, Kyubi was
doing a bit of preening in the back of his mind at a job well done. All Naruto
felt was a bit sick to his stomach, and disgust for his actions.

“Whatever,”
Kiba stretched, winced and glanced down at his ribs, and carefully leaned back
again, “I’ve had worse.”

Naruto
couldn’t help but think back to Tsunade’s comment
then, that he didn’t understand what went on in the Inuzuka packs.

“You’ve
had worse?” Naruto muttered. “I’ve
nearly killed you twice, and you say you’ve had worse?”

“What
can I say? I’ve got a talent for pissing off the alphas of the pack. It’s a
gift.” Kiba looked up. “Beatings, humiliations…getting pissed on … taking it up
the rear. You name it, they’ve done it, I’ve survived
it. Hell, I’ve got the standing in the pack to prove it, these days.”

Naruto
scratched his neck and looked away. Whatever Kiba had experienced didn’t really
matter, Naruto still felt guilty. And what was worse was,
he couldn’t really apologize because Kiba knew
not to press him when he was jumped on Kyubi-juice,
he knew and he did it anyway.

“You’re
an idiot,” Naruto concluded. It felt strange calling someone else an idiot for
a change.

“Hey, it
worked didn’t it? I don’t see any
claws, or red-eyes or whatever. I accomplished what you usually take a week to do in thirty minutes. You’re the idiot
for trying to do this alone. You should be fucking thanking me, prick.”

“Thank
you for what? Insulting my
relationship with Hinata? Insinuating I don’t respect her?” Naruto scoffed. “No way. I won’t thank you. Not for trying to make me kill
you.”

“If you would just…ahh! Fuck!”
Kiba had clenched his fists, but the gesture apparently was very painful still.
“Sometimes I forget you weren’t raised to know these things. You feel so much
like pack sometimes…”

Naruto
squinted. “What things? What are you talking about?”

“Inuzuka
things…stuff we all know about the beast.”

“The Kyubi?”

Kiba
gave him a sharp, slit-eye look. “No, idiot, the beast inside
all Inuzuka.

“Well,”
said Kiba, his tone turning mollifying, “you won’t know this because we tend to
keep to ourselves. But there have been cases in our clan’s history where the
beast we all carry, the beast of instinct and desire, becomes prominent. Bad
things happen, when that happens. Packs used to wipe themselves out regularly
in the times before Konoha and the hidden villages.
But we’ve learned how to deal with the feelings over time. We live like we
live, segregated and in a structured pack, not because its fun … but because we
have to. Trying to live like
humans…not being able to exercise the beast … it would drive us nuts.

“Anyway,
my point is, you get so high-strung because you’re always trying to hide your
true feelings around people. You don’t let your
beast out to satisfy itself like we do. That’s why
when it does get out, it’s extreme,
and violent, and you can’t control it much at all. In the pack we call someone
who gets like that infected with bloodlust. You serve your blood. Your blood
doesn’t serve you.”

The
trembling was back. Naruto shook. “Your
inner beast,” he said, “isn’t a ten-story demonic fox with Armageddon on his
mind! You want me to fucking commune with it, or something!?”

“No…but
if you had just—” Kiba stopped himself and got a consternated look on his face.
“I’m trying to say that if you ever want to talk, or you need relief, any
Inuzuka would help you out.”

“Like you helped me out?” Naruto chocked out.
He couldn’t believe Kiba was actually offering his help again. After what had happened.

“Yeah,
like I helped you out.” Then he
muttered: “For all the thanks I get…oi! Where are you
going?”

Naruto
paused by the door. Akamaru looked up from here he was lying with one lazy eye
and whined. Naruto bent down and scratched him between his ears and got his
hand licked for his trouble. “I-I need to think.” He needed away from the
lingering odours of their…of their what? Copulation? Rape? Dominance? Lesson
of insanity? What the fuck did you call something like that?

“Whatever.”
Kiba hunched back into his pillows. “Ain’t
going to solve anything. But…whatever. You do
what you have to do.”

Naruto
lingered by the door. “How … how long will you be here?”

“Nurse
said two days.”

“Then…I’ll
be back,” he said, awkwardly. “Hospital food sucks. I’ll bring you something.”
Naruto stepped out without waiting for a response.

“BBQ!” Kiba yelled after him. “And bring something from the
kennels for Akamaru too! ‘Cause my sister is going to
fucking forget! That self-indulgent bitch.”

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He’d
only just had time to shower once he got back from dropping food off for Kiba
and Akamaru, when there came a tentative knock on his
door.

It was
Hinata.

“Y-you’re
back to normal,” said Hinata with no preamble. She made no move to embrace him,
or step past the threshold. “I-I heard … what happened.” It wasn’t said
accusingly, just an unfortunate statement, like running full tilt only to
declare, ‘oh look, a wall!’

Naruto
stood awkwardly a moment, then moved to the side. “Do
you want to come in?”

She
nodded furtively and stepped past him with haste, as if desperate to use her
courage while it still remained with her. Her steps took her into the middle of
the room where she stopped and fidgeted with her fingers. She hadn’t done that
in years.

Naruto
closed the door softly, but even so, the noise startled Hinata. She looked at
him; she looked out the window, staring blankly at the face of the tree outside
his window.

“Have
you eaten? We could…we could go out,” he offered. His smile felt flat and fake
on his face.

Hinata
turned to face him, eyes shining brightly. “It hurts … so much.”

“What
hurts?” he asked, and moved forward concernedly to embrace her. Hinata avoided
his eyes and stepped back a pace. Naruto faltered and let his arms drop. “Hinata?”

“This
afternoon…” Hinata whispered. Her voice cracked.

“I’m
sorry. I…you know how I get, Hinata. You know
how dangerous it is—”

“That’s
not it! Not it at all! It hurts…so much,”
she repeated. Tears welled. Tears fell. “I can’t be there when you need me. Why
can’t I be there when you need me? Why can’t I be strong enough? Why not … why not me?”

Naruto
wanted to wrap her up in his arms and tell her it was okay. It was okay that
she couldn’t help. That it didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter! It was enough
that she wanted to help. That was
enough for him! But standing in front of a visibly distressed woman who he
loved, he couldn’t say anything of the sort. He had said as much before. But…it
did matter. It mattered because it mattered to Hinata.

How
hollow such words must have sounded. How she must have hated them.

You’re not being kind! You’re being the
worst sort of patronizing and cruel! Kiba’s words were heavy.

“Hinata…”
he trailed off. I love you, he wanted
to say.  I need you, he wanted to reassure. But he
couldn’t bring himself to say that either. It was unfair. Everything he felt,
everything he wanted to say to her would just hurt her some more. He was giving
her expectations that she didn’t need to do anything to fulfill. How empty that was. How dreadfully empty.

His own
eyes began to sting with salty tears that wouldn’t fall, throat contracted so
tightly it was a miracle he was still managing to breathe.

“I-I’m
taking a long-term … m-mission to Suna,” said Hinata
in the laden silence. “That’s … that’s what I came here to say. I’m leaving
tomorrow m-morning. This—” she said in a broken quiet manner, “—is for the
best. I need time – away … to th-think. Th-that’s all I came
here to say.”

“When
will you be back?” Naruto asked hoarsely, grasping at thin air and coming up
empty.

She
never gave him an answer before she left, as timid and quietly as she had come.
She just shook her head frantically, her cheeks streaked and wet and
glistening, and left without another word. And when the door closed behind her
Naruto just stood there, feeling turned inside-out and upside-down and not a
bit lost—a lot lost! full of loss! and
not knowing what to do about it.

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Five
months.

Five
months since Hinata left. Five months of missions. Five months of
self-deprecation and self-recrimination. Five months of training. Five months
spent trying to fill a void that couldn’t be filled.

It was a
miserable five months.

She
flipped open the folder and pushed it across the desk, so he could see it. A
great red stamp greeted his perusal.

“I’m
denying your application for the ANBU corps,” Tsunade
said.

“What!? Why?” Naruto slammed his arms down on her desk and
leaned heavily on it.. “Is it the council again?”

“No it’s
not the council,” Tsunade reassured him.

“Then, what!? I’ve got more A and B rank missions under my
belt than any other three senior Chunin I can think of. I’ve got more S-rank jutsu than you and
the pervy-Sennin.”

“I know Naruto,” Tsunade
said. She poured a cup of sake and quaffed it. “I’m on your side, remember? I
doubt there’s a ninja in Konoha that could take you
in a one-on-one fight at the moment.”

“Then why!?”

“Your
application has forced an issue the council has been debating ad nauseam for
years. So … congratulations, sensei,” she delivered the strange comment with
another folder. Inside was a notification that Uzumaki
Naruto had been promoted to Jonin of the village
hidden amongst the leafs. Not only that, but he was being
assigned a team of genin to train.

Naruto
plopped down into the chair behind him, and stared without seeing at the
contents in the folder. Genin.
They’re giving me genin.
What a joke.

“They
denied my promotion for years, why
now?” he pressed.

“Because
they want you close, Naruto. If they let you into ANBU you end up answering
only to me. They lose your visual
everyday presence. It wasn’t until they fully considered allowing Uzumaki Naruto to enter the shadow and leave the light that
they could fully appreciate the repercussions.”

Naruto
closed the folder and tossed it back onto the desk. “And you – you agree with
them!?”

“If
there’s one thing I know about Uzumaki Naruto,” Tsunade said, “is that he wasn’t meant to work in the
shadows. You’re meant to stand in the sun. It’s where you belong. You aren’t
suited to hide behind a mask, Naruto. Too many people rely on you here for
that. You will always be a pillar Naruto, not a foundation. I thought you
understood at least that much already.”

Naruto
scoffed. “What good’s a pillar when he can’t support the woman he loves
properly without fucking it all up? Huh?”

Tsunade sighed, poured another cup of sake and knocked it
back; she wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve. “You need to move on,
brat.”

“Yeah. So I’ve been told. ‘Move on’, ‘cause that’s just real
easy, isn’t it?”

Tsunade slammed her empty cup back onto the desk so hard it
shattered. Naruto startled. “Since when do you only do what’s easy? Since when
do you run from doing what needs to be done, even if it’s hard – even if it
hurts?”

Naruto
stuck his jaw out. “If you do this, I’m going to pull a Kakashi.”

Tsunade laughed. “You haven’t kept up with the Academy
program have you? Ever since Shikamaru disassembled
the program and built up a new one from scratch, there haven’t been any failures. It doesn’t work like
that anymore. No genin graduates from the academy
without being fully tested and approved for mission work. You’re shit outta luck
kid.”

Naruto
swore under his breath and crossed his arms mutinously.

“You
need to stop trying to seclude yourself. Working as a floater with Kiba between
teams isn’t exactly the best situation for you. You need some stability,
something of your own. A genin team will give you
that.

Tsunade shrugged when Naruto remained unconvinced. “Brat,
it worked for Kakashi, didn’t it? He didn’t have
anything left to care about until you three came along … then he became a new
man. A man driven to succeed and protect. He got a
purpose and it fulfilled him in a way he would never have achieved on his own.”

“I
walked into that one,” Naruto muttered after thinking about it. “But if I’m
leaving, what happens to Kiba?”

Tsunade winced. “Well…”

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“I can’t
believe they passed me over for ANBU
and promoted you instead!” Naruto
moaned from his position at the bar, pleasantly buzzing with alcohol in his
veins. “But more importantly – more importantly! Does
Akamaru get a mask too? Everyone’s going to know who you are anyway – if they
use their nose...kibble breath.”

Choji, on the other side of a seething Kiba, burst out
laughing as Naruto drunkenly dodged Kiba retaliatory fist. “Prick! Someone like you can’t
appreciate my pheromones like the bitches that bend over for me.”

“Kiba
man,” Naruto said in the middle of a fit of snickering himself. “I’ve seen the
bitches that bend over for you, and I don’t want
to appreciate them. What if some of them rub off on me?”

“You son
of a—”

“NO
FIGHTING!” The bartender called from down the bar, pointing to the huge sign
saying much the same. “I’M WATCHING YOU TWO. IF YOU DESTROY MY BAR ONE MORE
TIME…”

“Oh,
man! But that’s so—”

“—booooring,” came the near simultaneous moan from both
Naruto and Kiba. Choji just shook his head tiredly,
accustomed to their antics at this stage in his life. The bartender glared and
gestured at the sign once again, presumably for good measure. Naruto waved him
off.

“I’m
surprised he still lets us in after Shika’s eighteenth
birthday bash where you and Lee had a friendly drunken spar on the bar,” Naruto
said, referring to Kiba. “Although maybe ‘spar’ isn’t quite the word I should
use.”

“One-sided drubbing?” Choji
helpfully supplied over the lip of his mug.

“That’s
the word I was looking for!”

“Words.”

“Whatever.
Good times.”

“Uh huh.”

Kiba
growled and knocked them both up the backside of their heads.

“Excuse
me! Your attention, please!” Naruto yelled over the
cacophony of noise as he climbed up onto the bar using his stool. Faces in a various
stages of inebriation stared back at him, some belligerently, some with
interest. “Today! Today is a very important day!
Today, I Uzumaki Naruto, the strongest ninja of Konoha, the current
record holder for longest chase and successful escape from ANBU internal
security at the age of nine, Konoha’s number one
prankster and number one surprising
ninja, former apprentice to the great pervert and author of Icha
Icha series—”

“Get to
the fucking point or shut up!” someone yelled. Naruto ignored him.

“—the
one and only one-man army! The man who had a bridge named after me in Wave! The destroyer of Akatsuki. The
defender of virtue and chivalry! The man who’s broken the hearts of princess’
all over the globe! The man who will become your future Hokage!” Naruto weathered the increasing shower of
peanut shells with a good-natured smile. “Am finally!
Finally! After more than five years as a chunin. Have
finally! Finally! Been promoted, from this day forth, to the
elite rank of Jonin!”

A ragged
cheer went up. More peanut shells rained down. Someone whistled. Someone booed.
Kiba punched someone in the nuts when the bartender was looking the other way. Choji was eating peanuts and supplying ammunition to those
nearby.

“Now you
ask yourselves: Why the FUCK should I care? And I’ll fucking tell you why,
bitches! You should care because Gama-chan needs a
diet!” Naruto said with a flourish of said green frog, his overstuffed wallet.
“And the next round is on me!”

A real
cheer went up this time, and a tide of people surged for the bar.

Sometimes
life was good.

Sometimes.

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They
sang a song as they stumbled back to Naruto’s apartment. At least, it resembled
the vague construct of a song; they couldn’t really agree on a melody … or the
words … or the rhythm. But since words flowed and clashed and harmonies did
terrible battle between them, it might have been considered a song. Some cats
joined in at some point. Then some dogs started barking. Then windows opened
and other angry and annoyed voices joined in. And the trash bins they crashed
into sounded remarkably like well-timed cymbals.

It
didn’t help that Kiba forgot his right foot back at the bar and was walking
with one left foot and someone else’s other left foot, making them tumble to
the ground more than once in a gangly heap of giggling limbs.

Wet,
dirty, hoarse of voice and smelling like they’d been rolling in a midden heap,
they stumbled into Naruto’s apartment. Kiba usually decided not to return to
the Inuzuka compound after he’d been out drinking. There were too many
possibilities that someone would try to use his state of weakness against him,
and so on these days he usually crashed at Naruto’s place.

Kiba
showered; Naruto made coffee. Naruto showered; Kiba drank lots of coffee. By
the time the digital clock on the wall blinked 1:00 am they were both mostly sober and clean again and lazing at
the kitchen table in a silence as comfortable as Naruto’s old orange jumpsuit.

“I can’t
believe they’re trusting you with genin,”
said Kiba, eventually.

“I can’t
believe they’re trusting me with genin,”
Naruto agreed. “The council will rue the day they made me a ‘sensei’. I’ll make
orange apparel mandatory at my first team meeting; Sexy-no-jutsu
required learning; I’ll give them lessons on the best places for peeping into
the public baths – no, I’ll teach
them how to infiltrate the bath house—both genders; team building will be done
performing pranks exclusively on stuck-up Hyuga and
council-members once I find out who the fuck voted ‘aye’ when they asked if Uzumaki Naruto should become a Jonin,
and ‘aye’ again when those demented fucks voted to give me a team of genin.”

Kiba was
holding his sides, laughing, by the time Naruto finished his rant. “A team of Naruto-clones, scary man, scary.”

“Ah,
with my luck they’ll give me three of the most stuck up stick-in-the-mud Sasuke clones they can find,” Naruto bemoaned, and glared
when Kiba laughed that much harder. “Stop laughing. This is serious!”

Kiba
wiped moisture from the corner of his eyes with his knuckles. “It is weird to
give you a team. I don’t know how many eighteen year old jonin
get a team of genin to teach.”

“I
guess.”

“Heh…you’ll do fine.”

“I guess” Naruto repeated, very put-upon.

Kiba was
staring at him. Being the recipient of his slit-pupil gaze was always a bit
disconcerting. Kiba always maintained a certain
intensity with everything he did, and his stare, the weight of it, was really
no different.

“What?”

“I need
a favour.”

Naruto
shrugged, “what’s with the formality? If you need something ask.”

“You
remember that time I helped you out with your problem? I need you to return
that favour.”

Naruto froze, coffee cup half-way to his lips. He set it down,
blinked, then frowned. “But I’m fine. I told you. I
haven’t used Kyubi’s chakra since then…”

“This
isn’t about you, dickwad.
It’s about me.” Kiba’s gaze didn’t
waver. And it wasn’t just heavy any longer, it was getting heated.

“…oh,”
said Naruto, a bit embarrassed that his assumption had been so self-centred.
“Oh!” He scratched the back of his head. “Shit. Uh…there were plenty of girls
at the bar. Why didn’t you ask one of them?”

Kiba’s
nostrils flared. “Because I need to let loose. You
know what it’s like with civilians. And Kunoichi
aren’t much into our sort of sex.”

“Your sort of sex,” Naruto pointed out
with a wary look. “That’s more up your alley than mine, you know? Can’t you get
another Inuzuka?”

“I don’t
want another Inuzuka,” Kiba said. “Besides, I know you haven’t let loose since that day.”

“What?
Are you keeping track or something?”

“Someone
has to.” Kiba shrugged it off. “Why not me? It’s not
like you took Hana up on her offer.”

Naruto
opened his mouth, then closed it and bit his lip. “Kami…you’re
serious aren’t you.”

“I told
you it’s easier to control if you let it out in bits and pieces. Sate it every
once in a while and it’s easier to control in general.”

Rocky
turned soil. Exposed flesh. Claws
spilling blood. Yips, biting, clawing. Training field eighty-six.

The
tremors returned. The hands cupping his coffee cup tightened. The cup
shattered. Naruto jumped up, followed close behind by Kiba as coffee spilt
everywhere. “Shit! Shit. Sorry.” Kiba stepped back as Naruto rushed to mop up
the spill and gather the broken ceramic.

“Naruto…”

“I don’t
… I don’t think I have the stomach for something like that again.” Naruto
licked his lips as he tossed the cloth and the broken bits into the trash. “I’m
sorry.”

Kiba
made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. He stepped up behind Naruto,
who tensed, but all Kiba did was press his height up against him, rest his
hands gently on Naruto’s hips and bury his nose in the corner of Naruto’s neck,
nipping the soft bunch of skin rising from the neck and adjoining his collar.
The sensation shot down his spine and warmed the skin around his tailbone,
breathing hitching.

“Not like
that, idiot. That was pain and pleasure born of anger. This will be a pain and
pleasure born of affection and need. As equals.”
Kiba’s hands slipped forward, one sneaking up under his shirt to caress
Naruto’s stomach, the other tracing the outline of Naruto’s hardening arousal,
obvious at a glance where the ramen-bowl decorated boxers were tenting.

“I
haven’t…since…” Naruto fumbled with words, his tongue stuck on backwards, too
concerned with the novel sensations Kiba was eliciting in his body. Hinata’s soft, scared, face flashed before his eyes. He
shook the vision away angrily.

“I
know…we’re partners. And my nose is better than yours, duh. If you can figure
out when I get laid, imagine what it’s like for me.” Kiba’s tongue briefly
tickled his skin, then sharp teeth skimmed the same
place. Naruto inhaled sharply, thoughts clouding, reason hazing, nose filling
with the scent of earth, and dog, and that scent unique to Kiba that seemed to
promise something indescribable just as it demanded something insatiable.

“N-not like … before?” Naruto said, holding himself from
falling off the precipice Kiba was pushing him steadily towards. He needed this clear when the air was so
thin.

“The thing
about surrendering, Naruto, is that it’s all about trust,” Kiba whispered into
his ear, deepening and roughening with lusty promise. “If you trust me, then
believe me when I say, you’ll like this. I
promise. And it’ll do us both good. Trust me.”

Naruto pushed
Kiba’s hand out of his shirt and turned. He looked up through long bangs and
met Kiba’s eyes, glazed with lust much like the mirrors his own made. Deep
inside, Naruto could feel something shift,
that same feeling that he always got when Kyubi took
a direct interest in events of the outside world. And Naruto couldn’t find any
part of him that really cared.

When
Kiba leaned forward and pressed his lips to Naruto’s, he didn’t resist, he
closed his eyes and relaxed into supporting arms and a wet clumsy kiss full of
tongue and teeth, sucking of lips and bumping noses, breathy sighs and contented
whimpers.

They
broke when Kiba tugged Naruto’s t-shirt over his head, tossed it aside and
grabbed Naruto by the seat of his boxers, forcing Naruto to wrap his legs
around to secure himself or risk toppling backwards.
The next moment Kiba had stumbled out the kitchen and over to the bed and
pressed Naruto’s back down onto it. He remained standing as he shucked his own
t-shirt and briefly disentangled himself from Naruto’s legs to drop the pair of
boxers marked with fishcake swirls he’d borrowed earlier, and relieve Naruto of
his own.

Kiba
didn’t give him time to become self-conscious under the fuel of his gaze. He
grabbed, and pulled Naruto until only his back was on the bed and their groins
collided together wetly. Naruto’s head lolled back, his back arched, and he moaned
under the sudden friction and wrapped his legs tightly around Kiba’s back so it
wouldn’t end.

With
Naruto secured to his lower half, Kiba dug his sharp chitin claws into the
fleshy part of Naruto’s pectorals, and dragged them down. The brief overload of
pleasure mixing thoroughly with the pain blazing through his chest made him cry
out, sharply, and pant helplessly with renewed want, renewed desire.

When he
opened his eyes, a very feral looking Kiba was grinning toothily at him—taking
visible pleasure in his uncontrolled reactions. He pushed forward, squishing
the burning flesh between them, making Naruto hiss for air, and for himself, a pleased rumble. Without so much as a
by-your-leave, Kiba shoved his index and middle finger, glistening with some blood
welling slowly from Naruto’s striped chest, into the rictus
of his mouth, sequestering his tongue.

“Suck,”
Kiba growled.

The
heady rush of his own velveteen blood hit Naruto immediately. His mouth closed
as he suckled what he could. And when that wasn’t enough, he grabbed hold of
Kiba’s wrist and licked the rest clean. One moment it was fingers that secured
Kiba’s wrist, the next, a terrible pain afflicted his bones and joints as the
change hit him, and then it was dangerous claws. Tears welled and his vision
blurred as the terrible ache hit his teeth, enlarging them all, but especially
his canines.

It was
much like emerging from a glass bowl, where ever sight is blurry, every sound an echo, and finding the world sharp and crisp
and new. And Kiba was there, waiting for him, filling his senses until they
overflowed.

Kiba
bent over, resting his hands on the bed, and crashed his lips down, Naruto met
him half-way, claws scrabbling against flesh to engender tantalizing sounds
from the depths of Kiba’s chest—Naruto swallowed them all, and did his level
best to suck Kiba’s tongue right out of his mouth.

“Greedy little bitch,” Kiba panted, their breath hot and mingling
between lips swollen and red. He pushed Naruto flat and levered himself up
again, standing embraced loosely by Naruto legs, crossed at the ankles. Naruto
bemoaned his raging erection as it was suddenly exposed to cool air and
whimpered. Kiba fisted his own dick, which wasn’t long at all, no more than six
inches, but was squat and fat and thick like the big sausages they served in the
wilds of Rock Country. Kiba took a moment while he lazily touched himself to
observe the flesh spread before him with lusty, sharp eyes.

Naruto
couldn’t bring himself to look anywhere else but at Kiba’s powerful-looking
piece between his legs.

“You
want this, bitch?” Kiba’s coarse statement only made Naruto’s dick twitch, and his body shiver at the thought of that purple-headed
monster rammed up his ass. “If you want it, then show me where you want it…” Kiba suggested, hand still slowly working
himself.

Naruto
had to struggle with his hazy thoughts a moment as he attempted to work out
exactly what Kiba wanted. When he did, he hesitantly unlatched his ankles and
drew his knees up to his chest, lifting his butt off the sheets and exposing
himself fully. Kiba’s eyelids drooped to half-lidded. He made no move to stop
fondling himself.

“Farther,”
Kiba ordered, “until your knees touch your ears. Like you’re
trying to suck your own dick.”

Naruto
panted. He looked down at his weeping erection. His stomach was already curved,
muscles bunched. How much farther could he go? Moving slowly so he didn’t
topple over, he pulled his knees still farther back, his back was straining the
new position, the muscled armour of his stomach squashed together and
compressed and bulging, and rolled back until his weight was almost on the back
of his neck, until his knees notched the bed beside his ears, until his ass was
pointing upwards and Naruto’s vision was filled with the supple planes of his
thighs and the mighty beating monster of his arousal.

Kiba’s
weight disturbed the bed. “Fuck…you really are
flexible,” he heard Kiba say. “That is so fucking hot. You can almost eat
yourself.” Kiba’s warmth encountered his tailbone. He reached through the gap
in Naruto’s legs, grabbed a hold of his erection, and levered it backwards.
Naruto cried out in protest as his flesh was strained in the wrong direction.
Kiba wet his fingers with Naruto’s volumous precome and then spread it liberally across his ultimate
target.

Kiba let
go of the raging flesh a moment later, causing Naruto to cry out in alarm as it
whipped back into position, grazing his lips and slapping the wavy compress of
his chest. His alarm changed into an incredulous moan of pleasure as Kiba,
bracing himself hands spreading the globes of his ass, leaned down at lathed
his tongue over the supple pink flesh hidden by ringlets of soft blond hairs.
The tongue licked up to the wrinkled flesh under his balls, then down again to
his jutting tailbone, which got nipped. Then Kiba’s attention turned back to
his real goal, and his tongue delved inside and wriggled. His lips came down
and he suckled and nipped and played with the sensitive pink bud until it felt
wet and hot and Naruto was trembling uncontrollably and gasping from his
awkward and cramped position under Kiba.

With
little warning, Kiba rearranged himself again, moving over Naruto. His hands
replaced Naruto’s at the kink of his knees, and he pressed them into the bed
firmly as his weight came down fully on his arms. Kiba’s chest heaved as his
full erection hung over Naruto’s glistening hole.

At
Kiba’s urgings, Naruto slithered his arms up between his legs,
and with shaking hands, took hold of Kiba’s bulk and pulled it down, until it
was properly aligned. Kiba grunted and pushed without warning. Pain rippled up
his spine, incredible pain.

“Aaaaah!” Naruto cried.

Kiba
pulled back a fraction, then dropped his weight again, sinking further still
inside.

“Ah,
fuck, ow. That fucking hurts,” Naruto cried and tried
to squirm, but the pain never lessened. And Kiba didn’t pay him any mind, his
head was hung, spikey hair hiding his eyes as he
devoted all his attention seemingly toward his dick.

“Ah,
fuck you’re tight. Fuck, Naruto. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Kami
that feels good.”

And then
Kiba’s weight was on him entirely and his entire body felt like one gigantic
throbbing hurt.

Kiba
looked up and bared his teeth. “Hurts, huh? Imagine doing this dry with no preparation. Fuck.”

Naruto
panted and tried to take deep breaths, an ideal hampered by his current
position, and with Kiba eclipsing him. He could feel every throb of the burning
hardness stretching him taut, and Naruto had to grit his teeth when Kiba
shifted his weight ever so slightly, the coarse hair of his groin rubbing along
his bum. He was fully seated. And kami did it hurt!

“Kiss
me,” Kiba demanded. “Kiss me.”

Naruto
shakily removed his hands from where he had been pushing at Kiba’s chest in
futility. He took Kiba’s face in hand, letting his claws graze those blood-red
tattoos on those hard cheeks.

Kiba’s
kiss was hard and dominant. He gave Naruto no chance to do anything except open
his mouth. He licked and nipped, drew blood with a harsh demanding bite to Naruto’s
lower lips, he shoved his tongue in just as he pulled back his hips, a long
draw, then slammed down. The jolt cause their teeth to
crash together and when Kiba released him Naruto yowled and threw his head
back, his fingers and claws dug trenches into Kiba’s collar.

When
Kiba grinned his toothy smile, it was tinted red with
Naruto’s blood. Kiba licked his teeth, and relished the taste with a moan.
Naruto could do little as Kiba pulled his hips back and up again, the pressure
renewing on Naruto’s knees, before slamming down repeatedly, over and over,
with bruising force, and loud slapping flesh.

The
first thrust had him crying out, the second, screaming, and the third made him
cum. His dick wasn’t even hard anymore, but he came nonetheless as it flapped
wildly under Kiba’s assault, it dribbled and splotched hot white cum in long
white strings onto Naruto’s face, and chin and all over his chest; but Kiba
still wasn’t relenting, the terrible pain of his arse and his back was mixing
with the white-hot orgasm he was riding out in waves that crashed with every
push and every thrust of Kiba’s thick cock, pounding into his ass with furious
abandon.

“You like that? Bitch?” Kiba growled out between
grunts, emphasizing each word by grounding his meat deeper, harder, inside
Naruto, who couldn’t response because his mouth was stuck open in a perpetual
‘o’ as he rode out what seemed like the most painful and lengthy orgasm he’d
ever had.

The
pounding grew frantic, wild, and uncontrolled. Kiba, grunting and sweating liberally,
went off with wild abandon, eventually burying himself one final time, teeth
bared, lips curled, and orgasmed. It was the strangest sensation ever, the feeling of Kiba’s hot cum filling his rear, the
hot flesh pulsing repeatedly.

Then
Kiba collapsed on top of him panting, licking his face until it was cleaned of
his own juices. When he pulled out, the oddness continued, whimpering almost
apologetically, Kiba licked that end
clean too. Naruto wasn’t even allowed to stretch himself, Kiba was there rubbing
himself all over, mingling sweat and cleaning his privates. When Kiba finally
noticed the exhausted weirded-out look Naruto was giving him, he just
shrugged.

“It’s an
Inuzuka thing.”

Then
Naruto was carried to the shower…and cleaned thoroughly in what he expected was
in preparation for bed, but was in reality only preparation for round two
through five, wherein his flexibility in various inhuman positions in the
shower was sorely tested and his muscles reverted to something akin to jelly,
and his ass rubbed raw. When they finally made it to the bed once more, clean,
Naruto fell asleep before his head had even hit the pillow into the dreamless
sleep of the truly exhausted.

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Five
months. Naruto was again reminded that it had been five-months since he last
woke up with a warm body beside him. The sun was peaking in through the blinds.
A bird was chirping just outside the window as it preened itself. Kiba was
curled around him like a living duvet, his heavy breathing loud in Naruto’s
ear, the smell of their copulation hung heavy like a second blanket.

Five
months without Hinata.

Naruto
wriggled himself around in Kiba’s hold, until he was nose to nose with the
sleeping Inuzuka. The peaceful expression the young man wore at odds with his
personality, mouth slightly open, tattooed cheeks creased, a bit of drool at
the side of his mouth. Naruto shifted closer and rubbed their noses together.
Still asleep, Kiba huffed, his arms tightened and muttered:

“’M too
tired fer round six…’gimme
five mo’ mi’utes…”

Naruto
stifled a snicker.

Five
months since he’d first truly sated Kyubi. Now sated again, silent in the depths of his mind. Kiba
would probably never know how much it meant to him to be touched. Just, touched. How the hell do you tell someone like Kiba
something like that? He’d laugh it off, or call him clingy.

But, for
the first time in five months, Naruto figured that maybe things would be okay
in the end. That he could handle life without his first love. That he could
deal with the stresses of teaching a team of genin.
That he might yet outlive the council, and someday become Hokage
on his own merit, without their meddlesome influence.

Figured maybe…just
maybe…he wouldn’t have to do it all alone.

“Take as
long as you like… kibble-breath. It’s
not like I have anywhere else to be.” Naruto settled in, and dozed back to
sleep.

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[END]

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A/N:

Yum. That’s all I gotta say.
Thanks for the meal. I sincerely hope you enjoyed yourself reading!

Until
next time!