The Beast and the Dog
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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7
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We Really Shouldn't
Part I - Best Things Are Ruff
Chapter Three: “We Really Shouldn’t”
Kankurou hadn’t lasted long, and Akamaru had offered to take the guy home, so without really thinking about it Kiba had helped his buddy situate his drinking partner. That had been about four hours ago, and oddly enough Kiba enjoyed Gaara’s company, the guy sorta just got where he was coming from, which had never happened before. He could be as crass as he wanted to, as the redhead was a guy, and he could talk about his more animalistic urges like marking his territory and following an intriguing scent for miles, as apparently Gaara knew of this too.
The redhead had actually held a conversation, and had explained how at first only Shukaku had registered every individual scent then later he learned how to do it himself. He could also see rather far off, not quite like the Hyuugas but similarly. Anything else he hadn’t really understood once he had started to live again, he simply had asked about. Kiba was shocked to learn that Naruto had had the same problems as he became more ’zen’ with the Kyuubii, and had gotten help from his sister, mom, and the toads.
On top of being a great conversationalist - who knew?- Gaara had a very dry and silver quick sense of humor that had had him rolling on several occasions. Thankfully for him, the smell of everyone in the crowed bar had dampened the smell of the other man, but when ever the guy leaned in he got another intoxicating whiff of him that had him salivating. Gaara had turned out to be far more than he appeared to be, though the guy admitted that he had definitely not always been that way. Something about hanging out with Naruto, Shikamaru, Kankurou, and the gang had that effect on him.
They had been about to leave when a couple women came up to them, foreigners judging by the way they dressed, and they appeared to be completely ignorant of who Gaara was.
“Hey boys, couldn’t help but notice-”
“Not interested,” Gaara cut her off so fast Kiba blinked.
“Aw, come on can’t you show us a good time?”
“No.”
The one girl leaned in close, and Kiba could feel Gaara’s mood changing, “why not? I’ve got everything in all the right places.”
Gaara sighed and looked away, “beside the fact that you probably can’t see straight, you having everything in all the right places is the problem.”
“You bent?” The second woman asked, receiving a glare from the redhead.
“If that’s what you call it,” he answered loosing patience.
Kiba stepped up and separated the woman hanging off Gaara, before the man could do it himself, then made sure there was more distance between the women and Gaara, “ladies calm down what he is or isn’t doesn’t really matter here now does it?”
The two pouted and answered in unison, “no.”
“Now I’d be more than happy to show ya’ll the time of you’re life,” he paused and the two brightened. “But I have to go in the morning and need some rest.”
“But,” one of the girls went to say and he pressed his fingers to her lips and gave her a smirk.
“Trust be hunny, I’m an all nighter kind of guy.” Kiba sighed dramatically, “another time maybe.”
With that before either of them could say anything more he turned grabbed a hold of Gaara, and pulled them out of the bar. Once outside the cool desert ran over his skin causing it to pimple up, in the distance a coyote sang a mournful song to the moon. He had to resist the urge to call back to it, he was really buzzed and in a playful mood now. Booze, was always a bad thing to have after a mission only to top it off without sex.
“You could have gone with them,” Gaara stated making him jump.
“Naw, they aren’t my type.”
“Big boobs, curves, and long legs all sound like your type.”
“Been watchin’ me get lucky have ya?” Kiba replied with a toothy grin.
Gaara stopped, to which Kiba did as well, leaned into him and took a long sniff of the air around him before pulling back, “I really don’t understand what it is about you.”
Kiba’s heart leapt into his throat, “what?”
“Your scent, I can always tell you’re around right away. It takes time for everyone else’s to register.” Gaara replied thoughtful looking up at the moon.
To say that Kiba was lost now would have been an understatement, Gaara had went from talking about what Kiba had thought was the topic of the type of women he usually went after to smelling him. It was probably when the redhead had done that he’d lost the brunette, the other’s scent hadn’t really helped either. Somewhere in that split second his brain neurons had fried and other parts of his anatomy had started to go to work in their absence.
Gaara’s eyes slid down his body and before Kiba could really understand what was going on a hand touched his recently mended wound making him wince, “I know you are curious about me.”
“Uh, I.”
“And though you are attractive I have no intention of being some random notch on your belt, or experimentation.”
“Wait,”
“If you are wondering what it would be like, I am not the safest to start with,” Gaara stated looking up into his eyes seeming dangerous as ever, but in a highly alluring sort of way.
“It’s not really like,” Kiba tried to say again.
Gaara leaned in closer his lips barely far enough away from his own not to touch, “go find your first homosexual experience else where.”
Kiba shivered all kinds of turned on, and without really thinking pressed his lips to the redhead’s. Gaara’s eyes widened in surprise and Kiba took the opportunity to push his tongue into Gaara’s mouth. Gaara tasted just as good as he smelt and Kiba groaned, before crying out in his own surprise when a hand tangled in his hair and yanked him back.
Before he knew what was happening he was looking up at the redhead from his knees, the fingers still firmly tangled in his hair close to the scalp. Eyes glared down at him, and the free hand dragged down over his face slowly causing him to feel fear in the pit of his stomach and yet still had him turned on.
“I said no,” Gaara growled before turning and walking away leaving him kneeling on the sandy street dumbfounded.
Kiba found his whole body seemed to ache for the other man and he could feel the burn of touch on the back of his head and over his face. God almighty, even if he fucked every woman he knew five times over it would never compare to that moment just then. For years now he’d danced around the fact that he wanted this guy, had put off the inevitable for easy pussy and not so easy pussy, but now that he’d gotten a taste he wasn’t really going to be satisfied with anything else.
He had found something out about himself that night, he liked random acts a violence and apparently liked his bitches with a bit more bite than he had previously thought. Standing and dusting himself off he smirked more at himself than at the surroundings. To bad he was leaving in the morning, though he supposed he could catch up with the guy next time he saw him.
With any luck, that would be soon.
~TBC~
End Note: Alright so.... I dedicate this chapter to ShikaChouFan4Life Cuz this individual has reviewed twice. I love all of you out there glad to see so many hits with only two chapters out. I'm a bit shocked! Who every catches the 1k mark gets a special smut fic of your CRACK pairing choice. CRACK which means totally random pairing. NO NARUSASU or NARUGAA or any other well known pairing out there. Thankyou. And guys it's the first person I see that reviews and says 1k that's who I give it too. ^^ much love see you next week!
Chapter Three: “We Really Shouldn’t”
Kankurou hadn’t lasted long, and Akamaru had offered to take the guy home, so without really thinking about it Kiba had helped his buddy situate his drinking partner. That had been about four hours ago, and oddly enough Kiba enjoyed Gaara’s company, the guy sorta just got where he was coming from, which had never happened before. He could be as crass as he wanted to, as the redhead was a guy, and he could talk about his more animalistic urges like marking his territory and following an intriguing scent for miles, as apparently Gaara knew of this too.
The redhead had actually held a conversation, and had explained how at first only Shukaku had registered every individual scent then later he learned how to do it himself. He could also see rather far off, not quite like the Hyuugas but similarly. Anything else he hadn’t really understood once he had started to live again, he simply had asked about. Kiba was shocked to learn that Naruto had had the same problems as he became more ’zen’ with the Kyuubii, and had gotten help from his sister, mom, and the toads.
On top of being a great conversationalist - who knew?- Gaara had a very dry and silver quick sense of humor that had had him rolling on several occasions. Thankfully for him, the smell of everyone in the crowed bar had dampened the smell of the other man, but when ever the guy leaned in he got another intoxicating whiff of him that had him salivating. Gaara had turned out to be far more than he appeared to be, though the guy admitted that he had definitely not always been that way. Something about hanging out with Naruto, Shikamaru, Kankurou, and the gang had that effect on him.
They had been about to leave when a couple women came up to them, foreigners judging by the way they dressed, and they appeared to be completely ignorant of who Gaara was.
“Hey boys, couldn’t help but notice-”
“Not interested,” Gaara cut her off so fast Kiba blinked.
“Aw, come on can’t you show us a good time?”
“No.”
The one girl leaned in close, and Kiba could feel Gaara’s mood changing, “why not? I’ve got everything in all the right places.”
Gaara sighed and looked away, “beside the fact that you probably can’t see straight, you having everything in all the right places is the problem.”
“You bent?” The second woman asked, receiving a glare from the redhead.
“If that’s what you call it,” he answered loosing patience.
Kiba stepped up and separated the woman hanging off Gaara, before the man could do it himself, then made sure there was more distance between the women and Gaara, “ladies calm down what he is or isn’t doesn’t really matter here now does it?”
The two pouted and answered in unison, “no.”
“Now I’d be more than happy to show ya’ll the time of you’re life,” he paused and the two brightened. “But I have to go in the morning and need some rest.”
“But,” one of the girls went to say and he pressed his fingers to her lips and gave her a smirk.
“Trust be hunny, I’m an all nighter kind of guy.” Kiba sighed dramatically, “another time maybe.”
With that before either of them could say anything more he turned grabbed a hold of Gaara, and pulled them out of the bar. Once outside the cool desert ran over his skin causing it to pimple up, in the distance a coyote sang a mournful song to the moon. He had to resist the urge to call back to it, he was really buzzed and in a playful mood now. Booze, was always a bad thing to have after a mission only to top it off without sex.
“You could have gone with them,” Gaara stated making him jump.
“Naw, they aren’t my type.”
“Big boobs, curves, and long legs all sound like your type.”
“Been watchin’ me get lucky have ya?” Kiba replied with a toothy grin.
Gaara stopped, to which Kiba did as well, leaned into him and took a long sniff of the air around him before pulling back, “I really don’t understand what it is about you.”
Kiba’s heart leapt into his throat, “what?”
“Your scent, I can always tell you’re around right away. It takes time for everyone else’s to register.” Gaara replied thoughtful looking up at the moon.
To say that Kiba was lost now would have been an understatement, Gaara had went from talking about what Kiba had thought was the topic of the type of women he usually went after to smelling him. It was probably when the redhead had done that he’d lost the brunette, the other’s scent hadn’t really helped either. Somewhere in that split second his brain neurons had fried and other parts of his anatomy had started to go to work in their absence.
Gaara’s eyes slid down his body and before Kiba could really understand what was going on a hand touched his recently mended wound making him wince, “I know you are curious about me.”
“Uh, I.”
“And though you are attractive I have no intention of being some random notch on your belt, or experimentation.”
“Wait,”
“If you are wondering what it would be like, I am not the safest to start with,” Gaara stated looking up into his eyes seeming dangerous as ever, but in a highly alluring sort of way.
“It’s not really like,” Kiba tried to say again.
Gaara leaned in closer his lips barely far enough away from his own not to touch, “go find your first homosexual experience else where.”
Kiba shivered all kinds of turned on, and without really thinking pressed his lips to the redhead’s. Gaara’s eyes widened in surprise and Kiba took the opportunity to push his tongue into Gaara’s mouth. Gaara tasted just as good as he smelt and Kiba groaned, before crying out in his own surprise when a hand tangled in his hair and yanked him back.
Before he knew what was happening he was looking up at the redhead from his knees, the fingers still firmly tangled in his hair close to the scalp. Eyes glared down at him, and the free hand dragged down over his face slowly causing him to feel fear in the pit of his stomach and yet still had him turned on.
“I said no,” Gaara growled before turning and walking away leaving him kneeling on the sandy street dumbfounded.
Kiba found his whole body seemed to ache for the other man and he could feel the burn of touch on the back of his head and over his face. God almighty, even if he fucked every woman he knew five times over it would never compare to that moment just then. For years now he’d danced around the fact that he wanted this guy, had put off the inevitable for easy pussy and not so easy pussy, but now that he’d gotten a taste he wasn’t really going to be satisfied with anything else.
He had found something out about himself that night, he liked random acts a violence and apparently liked his bitches with a bit more bite than he had previously thought. Standing and dusting himself off he smirked more at himself than at the surroundings. To bad he was leaving in the morning, though he supposed he could catch up with the guy next time he saw him.
With any luck, that would be soon.
~TBC~
End Note: Alright so.... I dedicate this chapter to ShikaChouFan4Life Cuz this individual has reviewed twice. I love all of you out there glad to see so many hits with only two chapters out. I'm a bit shocked! Who every catches the 1k mark gets a special smut fic of your CRACK pairing choice. CRACK which means totally random pairing. NO NARUSASU or NARUGAA or any other well known pairing out there. Thankyou. And guys it's the first person I see that reviews and says 1k that's who I give it too. ^^ much love see you next week!