Good Things Come in Threes

Title: Bound
Chapter Three: "Wet"
Author: Blurredoasis
Beta: Huggles abound to LJ demondreams!!! you're a great beta, with some awesome ideas and great skills!
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kiba/Neji/Shika (and any possible combination of those three names into other seme/uke and twosomes)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, mastrubation, a little dark descriptions, threesome
Summary:
Notes: Dedicated to LJ ryals_shoal who has spectacular drawing skills and fantastic writing ability. i hope you enjoy!
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Disclaimer: Oi. Not mine.


Chapter Three-"Wet"

A few feet behind his two fellow shinobi, Kiba kicked a stone out of another puddle, growling out loud to whichever one would listen to him, “I hate Lightning Country.” The white dog buried in his jacket yipped his agreement.

“Say it again Kiba, I didn't hear you the first five billion times.” Shikamaru mumbled back, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

In an act of defiance against listening to the leader of their group, Kiba grumbled, “I hate Lightning Country.” Once again, Akamaru added his two cents.

“I was being sarcastic. Now, I'm going to drown you if you don't shut up, so shut up.” Shikamaru snapped back, his patience wearing thin. The three had been sloshing around in ankle high waters, constant drizzles, and thick marshy plants for the past week. While those factors alone were doable, Kiba appeared to make it his personal mission to have everybody just as miserable as he was. He also knew that if he complained enough he would most likely get whatever he wanted. While his mind might have been thinking in a different direction if he was feeling better, right now a warm bed was looking like heaven. That wish was scantily satisfied though in the past week, as the three made few stops that were near towns, resulting in roasted wildlife for food and a pile of leaves for a bed. Internally both Shikamaru and Neji wanted to complain too, but they held it back, letting Kiba be the voice for everybody's disgust at the situation.

“I'm all wet,” Kiba started his whine, the one he had voiced a thousand times before, “and my clothes are itchy and sticking to me. They're chaffing every part of my body.” Right there was where he had stopped on the previous rants, but this time he decided to elaborate, in an effort to make sure he had their attention. “They're rubbing against my cock, which is making it hard, so it causes more rubbing and I swear I really need to deal with this.” He stopped mid step, digging his hand into the front of his clinging clothes.

“You whip anything out,” Shikamaru warned softly and sternly, wagging a kunai in front of Kiba's face. The threat of the weapon was enough for Kiba to remove his hands. “We have two miles until the next town. We will rest there, ok? It's bothersome but we have to walk. So shut up and walk.”

“But it's wet out.” Kiba whined again, gesturing to the steady downpour that had been following them for the past hour.

“Inuzuka,” Neji said carefully like he was talking to a five year old, “we would run through the trees if we could. But since it is wet out, like you keep mentioning, it effects the moss that covers just about every single tree here, making the bark slippery. Since we would waste too much chakra in an attempt to stick to the bark, we must walk. For the next two miles, shut up and walk.”

Kiba grumbled a few curse words, but continued on in relative silence. The only noise that came from him was the shifting of his pants every now and then and grumbles of a misbehaving appendage.

A half an hour later, the three were dragging themselves into a hotel room. Much to the amusement of Kiba, the disappointment of Neji, and the apparent apathy of Shikamaru the only available room had two beds. As soon as Shikamaru opened the door to their room, Kiba burst past him, jumping onto the nearest bed. His butt left a wet spot where it had landed, but he didn't seem to notice as he claimed the furniture. “Mine!” Kiba cried, like he was possessing something sacred. At least he called his ownership and didn't piss to mark it like his inner canine instinct might tell him to do.

Akamaru agreed, climbing out of the jacket and onto the bed, shaking his damp fur off. He managed to spray all three with more cold water, which they just shrugged off, and curled up near the pillows for a nap. It amazed Kiba how the dog could sit in his jacket all day and tire enough to fall asleep quickly whenever they rested.

Shikamaru looked to Neji, who was faintly scowling, then back to the second bed. “I'll share with him.” Shikamaru mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed Kiba was now bouncing on. It would be safer to stay away from the Hyuuga anyways. He had noticed a glint of mischief in Kiba's eyes and no doubt the man's mind was working overtime to figure out a plan for something. With an educated guess that it involved Neji somehow and uncertain if the Hyuuga would like it, Shikamaru figured it was best to be out of the Heavenly Spin's range if things got ugly.

“Ah, I'm still wet.” Kiba grumbled, climbing off the bed and making his way over to the only other piece of furniture, a dresser. Shrugging out of the heavy jacket and shirt like he was shedding out of a second skin and laid them on top. “Ugh, and these pants. Waterproof, my ass.” He weaseled his way out of the material, flopping them next to the shirt. He whirled around to face the other two, smiling, almost posing for them in his nearly naked glory. His hands were propped on his bare hips, his blue boxers hung low on his frame, showing off the faint trail of hair downwards. Neither Shikamaru or Neji said anything, so he figured they were ignoring him, but Neji had a hard time stopping himself from stealing glances. It should be no surprise that the man who affectionately called himself a stud would be as physically ideal as Kiba was, but it still sent shivers down Neji's spine. Hard abs, with muscular legs and arms sent him wondering about the truth to the rumors of Kiba's expertise in using his body to please others. He shook his head quickly, beating down the thoughts, as Kiba's voice rang in the room. “Are you two going to lounge around dripping wet?”

Shikamaru sighed, muttered something about getting back up being too troublesome. But he rose to his feet and followed suit, shedding down to his boxers and draping his clothes up on the dresser. Neji stubbornly sat on the edge of the second bed, determined not to be nearly naked around the others but having a hard time suppressing the cold shiver under the wet clothes. Part of it was modesty and that he felt more secure with his clothes on. The other half was that the little voice that admired the physique of one of his comrades couldn't help but speak up about the other. Just a perfect as Kiba was, Shikamaru wasn't, his scrawny frame that held just enough fat and muscles to hide his bones. But that also intrigued him. Personality wise, Neji and Shikamaru matched nicely, with the same cool demeanor and the above average smarts. So maybe physically he wasn't the ideal body, attractive just not traditionally ideal, but the idea of meeting someone on the same intellectual level was as much of a turn on as those toned abs and strong arms on Kiba. It wasn't every day Neji could say he found a person he thought of as an equal. Shaking his head again to throw the thoughts out of his head, he turned his attention down to his hands, hoping it would take his mind off of the two barely clothed men in the same room with him.

Kiba, completely happy now in his newly acquired freedom from those nasty garments, laughed heartily. “Come on, Hyuuga, strip for us!”

His heart stopped for a second, but Neji managed out force out a glare and blurt out a curt, “Inuzuka, shut up.”

“Party pooper.” Kiba grumbled, sitting back on his bed. The clothes had been a metaphoric barrier in his chakra highway and with it now gone, the energy was seeping out. More relaxed and in his element, the energy pooled and swirled in him, pushing at his body to move and use it up. He flopped up to the headboard, curling his upper body around his pet. He poked at the sleeping dog a few times, cooing something about waking up and playing. Akamaru growled angrily, snapping a few barks Kiba's way. Drawing back quickly, Kiba blushed at the unusual display of aggression.

“Musta not gotten enough sleep at our last stopping point.” He mumbled, to himself more than the others.

“You mean the one where you snored the whole night?” Shikamaru asked, his lanky frame plopping onto the edge of the bed.

“I warned you guys I snore when I sleep sitting up. I asked if I could sleep somewhere else, like the ground, but our leader Shikamaru told me we had to sleep in the trees.”

“You weren't supposed to be sleeping,” Shikamaru whined, his own spirits draining, “you were supposed to be keeping watch.”

“Tch. You think Neji lets me keep watch by myself? I know he's awake whenever it's my turn. He tries to fake sleeping, but there are subtle signs that give him away.”

Neji scowled, “You wonder why I do, when you don't even stay up.”

“I don't stay up because I know you're up! Anyways, you're exaggerating the whole thing.” Kiba cried back.

“As leader,” Shikamaru said, flopping backward onto the bed and sprawling out, “I say you two shut up for more than five minutes. I'm getting sick of the old married couple act.”

“Married--!” Neji blurted out, but quickly suppressed himself. He sneered at the tongue Kiba stuck out his way, fighting back more internal voices that questioned just what that man could do with the appendage.

It took about three minutes before Kiba became too antsy to sit still again, his foot starting to twitch, bouncing up and down in an effort to relieve the excess energy.

“Inuzuka?” the one called looked up and greeted the glare being sent his way with a faint smile. “Stop.”

“With?” Kiba asked innocently, his leg still bouncing.

“Your foot.”

“But I'm hyper now. I got calories to burn. I don't keep this amazing figure by sitting around and glaring at things.”

In a blink of an eye Neji threw a kunai, embedding in the spot Kiba's foot had occupied just a second ago. Luckily, Kiba's reflexes were just a millisecond quicker than Neji's. “I don't see what your problem is, Mr. Rod-Up-His-Ass.” Kiba growled. Two pale eyes stared into two small black ones, challenging the other to make a move, any move. All he needed was an excuse to snap a neck.

“Neji,” Kiba drawled, breaking the staring contest, “this glare you're giving me is not going to change anything. We're still here and you will just have to deal with me without getting those Hyuuga panties into a bigger knot. ” Instead of smacking him or turning the advice back onto Kiba, Neji turned to Shikamaru.

“You get paired with him all the time on missions, don't you?” Shikamaru nodded from his sprawl on the bed. “How the heck do you deal with him?” Neji shifted on the hotel bed, glancing carefully at Kiba every now and then. The manic grin the boy supported was unnerving him.

"Cuz I keep him happy with my amazing skills." Kiba said quickly before Shikamaru could answer. Shikamaru quirked an eyebrow in his direction, catching the encouraging nod to continue with the story.

“He does things with his tongue.” Shikamaru said plainly, as if he was replying about the weather.

“Huh?” Neji questioned, though as soon as he said it, he wondered how much of this he wanted to know.

“Does things with his tongue. I've been stuck with him enough times on missions that we've come to an understanding. He pisses me off or does something stupid, and he has to make me happy again.” Shikamaru gestured toward his crotch, smiling faintly.

Neji looked completely calm and collect, except for the slight twitch in his left eye. Kiba grinned, his predator instinct instantly picking up on the nervous fidget in his prey. “I'm always willing to help a friend.” He crawled on to Neji's bed. “Would you like a taste of what I can do?” He licked his lips, gingerly rubbing his forehead into the Hyuuga's shoulder.

“No, get away from me Inuzuka.” Neji snapped back, drawing his body away.

“You'll enjoy yourself. Ask Shikamaru. Why do you think he has finally given up begging the Hokage to give him some other partner for missions?” Shikamaru nodded his agreement, quite amused as twitch in Neji's eye got a little quicker.

Neji turned to Kiba, pointing an accusing finger at the man. “You're fucking with me. Not funny. Quit this, Inuzuka.”

“We're fucking with you? What a brilliant idea Hyuuga!” Before Neji could swat him away, Kiba gripped his inner thigh, letting his fingers dance up the leg. Neji shoved the palm away and climbed off the bed, distancing himself from Kiba. If his clothes hadn't been soaked with pounds of water, perhaps the erection Neji was starting to develop would have been hidden better. Fighting off the blush that threatened to cover his face and yanking at his clothes to hide his rising problem, he stormed off into the bathroom, most likely to eliminate what had been nicely stirred up.

“Fine Hyuuga.” Kiba called after him. “You're gonna miss out!” Once the door was slammed shut, Shikamaru turned to Kiba and sighed. “Is the idea of playing with Hyuuga a turn on for you too Shikamaru?” Kiba questioned, crawling back onto the other bed and curling his warming body around his team mate's cold one.

“Just wondering what Neji will do when he realizes that the last time we went all the way was a few years ago.” Shikamaru said carefully, ignoring the posed question. If he knew the other at all, Kiba would get back to that topic quickly, but right now he wasn't sure how to answer it. Yes, the idea of a panting Kiba pinning a sweaty Neji to the hotel bed as a part of a wild sexual frenzy was a turn on, especially if he was given permission to watch. But he wasn't sure how easily Neji would give into the advance and if there were any backlashes he didn't want to be a part of the explosive fight. He could see it going one of two ways: either Neji would give in without much of a fight or kick the crap out of Kiba. If it was the first scenario, Shikamaru hoped to be there, but the second would be more violent than stealing a ramen bowl from Naruto. He knew very well how good that went from first hand experience as Kiba had once tried to take the blond's favorite food. The brunette got about two steps before the fury of Naruto tackled him, not spilling a drop of the liquid but pounding the stealer into the dirt ground. However, Naruto didn't use kunai or any other weapons that time, and Shikamaru was certain Neji would.

Kiba's lips grazed Shikamaru's shoulder, mumbling into his skin, “does it matter the last time we had fun together?”

“To him, it might. He probably will be more accepting if he thought you and I fucked recently.” Shikamaru paused, tilting his head away from Kiba. With the open flesh just begging for some fun, Kiba's teeth obliged by traveling to the collar bone, nipping along the faint protrusion of the bone. “So, why are you even chasing him now, anyways? Does this have anything to do with our last conversation with Naruto?”

“Hmm, maybe. But it's not to 'add another notch to my bedpost' as Naruto so nicely put it.”

“I don't think he will do anything with you, you know.”

“That might be how he is now, but sake cures all illnesses whether it be prudes or pain.” Kiba winked, grinning. “That's how I got into your pants. Well, the first time, at least.” Shikamaru said nothing, just shaking his head slightly. “How much you wanna bet he didn't lock the door?”

“Oh, Kiba--” Shikamaru started, but the Inuzuka was already by the bathroom door, an ear keenly pressed up to the wood. His eyes enlarged, his tongue licking his lips appreciatively. Shikamaru sighed again, but walked over when Kiba gestured for him to. He put an ear to the wood and in a second their shocked expressions matched.

Mixed in with the sounds of water beating onto tiles were low moans, wet slapping noise, and gasps for air. “What the hell is he doing in there?” Shikamaru mumbled.

"Only one way to find out." Kiba whispered back. Before Shikamaru could warn him that anger from a Hyuuga was lethal, he whipped open the door. "Oh wow." Kiba murmured, his eyes taking in the scene before him.

Like most typical motel bathrooms, there was just enough room for a sink, toilet, and a shower. The shower had a glass door, to which Neji had his forehead leaned up against. The water was running smoothly over his naked body as one hand fiercely jerked himself off. The other hand, the one which got the murmur of pleasure from Kiba, was two fingers deep in Neji's ass, matching the movements in front. At the sound of the door opening, Neji snapped his head up, drawing both hands away from their respective spots.

"Hyuuga." Kiba mumbled, his own hand buried into his boxers, trailing over the hardening flesh.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" He cried, his eyes wildly shooting from Kiba to Shikamaru.

"If you needed help--" Kiba started, tugging off his hitate.

"I don't need help." Neji snapped back.

"Hmm.... come on. You're fascinated enough to do it yourself, you must be curious about how it feels with someone else fingering you. Unless you've had someone else...?" The question hung there for a second as Kiba slipped out of his boxers.

"No." Neji said softly, his eyes watching as Kiba opened the shower door, instinctively backing away from the man.

"Shikamaru, come join us. The more the merrier, eh?" Kiba said over his shoulder to the figure still stunned in the doorway. The body moved slightly, but seemed hesitant to jump in with the same gusto as Kiba.

Kiba was close and even in the hot shower, Neji felt stream and energy rolling off Kiba's chakra, already lapping at the water that pooled in his collar bone. "I-" Neji started, a huge internal struggle raging inside, each side of his conscious shooting words back and forth. He wanted to explore, curious of another man pressed up against him and in him, stroking off his cock. But he was Neji, and a certain image he had created for himself did not include being bent over backward by the Inuzuka and fucked like crazy.

But Kiba washed them all away, gingerly scooping his tanned arms around Neji's waist, twisting him around so his chest was pressed against Neji's back. His mouth caressed the wet skin, licking and lapping as he went along, sucking up the water from the shower. Fingertips trailed down Neji's chest, swirling the hot liquid into the toned chest.

"Inu... zuka..." Neji mumbled, craning his neck away to give Kiba free reign of the flesh. He was drowsily aware of what was going on beyond the fingers to his chest, the nipping teeth on his neck, lips that were eagerly kissing his cock... wait. He snapped his head downward, blinking way the dripping water. A kneeling Shikamaru came into view, his hand resting at the base of Neji's member, his lips at the head.

"Shikamaru." He said softly, watching with a fascination he never realized he had before as the pink lips spread and his cock disappeared into Shikamaru's mouth. He couldn't concentrate on it for too long, for Kiba's fingers dipped in between his ass cheeks, rubbing at his entrance. A finger slipped in, a little too easy for both Neji and Kiba. A second finger joined soon after, eliciting a straggled gasp out of Neji as he leaned forward to rest his hands on shower wall. Weakened knees, mind swimming and his body screaming at familiar touches but with a whole new spin to them. The assault on both ends, hitting him in his core and tempting him to collapse right there.

"Hmm, let's get out of the shower," Kiba hoarsely whispered into his ear, shrugging to keep them both upright in the slippery mess. "The bed will be much more comfortable."

Those words woke him from the daze, snapping him back to the present. He, Hyuuga Neji, was standing in the shower with one guy fingering him and another sucking his cock. "--no." Neji strangled out, gently pushing Shikamaru's shoulders back. The brunette cooperated, dislodging his mouth from its task.

"No?" Kiba asked, his fingers working faster and reaching around to stroke where Shikamaru's mouth used to be.

"No." Neji said again, a little more forceful this time, but his body spoke his true desires. His knees nearly buckled again, causing him to collapse into a standing Shikamaru. The Nara smiled faintly, kissing his cheek and pulling him closer. The impromptu kiss was it, the figurative smack in the face. Neji shoved himself off of Shikamaru and pushed Kiba away as well.

"Stop." He hissed angrily, climbing out of the shower.

"What's wrong?" Kiba feigned innocence, his eyes betraying the feral instinct he had to jump Neji again.

"Nothing." Was all the Neji could force out, grabbing his clothes. He stormed out of the bathroom, refusing to answer either of their questioning looks. The two turned to each other, shrugging at nearly the same time. Sauntering over to the last availible victim in the shower, Kiba leaned closer, his lips grazing Shikamaru's ear.

"We'll just need to get him drunk." He whispered, slipping his hand around Shikamaru's waist, drawing him closer.

"Hmm," Shikamaru murmured into the small curve of Kiba's neck, "you can do that."

"Alright...." Kiba let out a throaty predatory growl, grasping Shikamaru's cock, running his thumb over the sensitive head.

"Ahhhh...." Shikamaru hissed, momentarily rolling his eyes back. Gathering what little of his wits he had left, he grabbed Kiba, matching the rhythms of the pumps together. They leaned forward, capturing the each other's lips, pulling and tugging to elicit those groans again.

Meanwhile, Neji perched on the edge of one of the hotel beds, his hand idly combing through his long locks of hair. Ok, so maybe what had just conspired was one of his inner fantasies coming to light and perhaps he should have stuck around and just let them finish him off but pride got in the way of lust. He believed full well that Kiba's taunts coupled with Shikamaru's knowing smirk would follow him forever if he had gone through with it all. If he thought for one minute that the secret would stay between the three of them he'd have give in, allowing the rough hands and wet mouths to touch him in ways that no other person had before. But an inkling told him that the event would spread like wildfire, and soon even the most obscure person in Konoha would wink at him knowingly. He had worked hard to earn respect from his uncle, he didn't need to loose it because he couldn't keep his hormones in check.

How things might have ended did matter now, he had climbed out of the shower and there was no way in hell he was climbing back in. He had other things to worry about. As it was now, fully dressed again, his dampened clothes stuck to his body, rubbing the cock that was still very hard and very frustrated. He would either need to will it back down--which was unlikely--or relieve himself. The two were most likely going to stay in the bathroom for awhile, so he would need to find another place...

"Damn you Inuzuka and Nara." Neji mumbled, standing up slowly.

He fought the urges though, thinking the worst possible images to get himself into a more comfortable position. It took the horrendous images of his genin years dealing with two men with thick eyebrows, bowl cut hair, and puke green spandex for him to calm down. However, the problem didn't go away completely and he knew that the next time either of the guys tried something that he would find it extremely hard to say no. The first moment he could guarantee privacy he would have to finish the task before they continued on their mission.

It took another half an hour for Kiba to come out first, dressed in his boxers, a wide smile on his lips. He eyed Neji propped up against the headboard like a stiff statue and rolling angry chakra off of his skin, glaring angrily at everything. Shrugging it off, and not particularly caring how angry the man was at him right now, Kiba opted to get himself dressed instead of addressing the other in the room.

"Dinner, Shikamaru?" Kiba called, ignoring the man as he disappeared back into to the bathroom with Shikamaru's clothes.

Their muted voices floated out into the bedroom, but Neji did his best to just ignore them. He was pissed for some reason, unsure if it was because they had tried to take advantage of him or that he hadn't let them. It was only when the shower stopped that he could clearly hear the words.

"Where you wanna have dinner Kiba?" There was a swish as the shower curtain opened.

"How bout we stop at the first resturant we see?"

"Sounds like a good idea." Shikamaru replied, strolling out of the bathroom with Kiba at his heels.

"Cool. You coming Hyuuga?" Neji grunted to Kiba's question, neither a yes or no. "Well, we're leaving now."

Neji shook his head, his body still firmly rooted to the bed.

The two walked out with Akamaru following behind, giving him one last glance before shutting the door.

"Well, there goes your chance of getting him drunk." Shikamaru mused, glancing up into the sky, pleased that the downpour from earlier was nothing more than a drizzle now.

"What, you think I'm a one trick puppy? I got other ideas up my shelves." Kiba laughed. "I'm only doing this for his own health anyway. The man's gotta be backed up since birth."

Shikamaru didn't mention he could guess Kiba's real reasoning, instead opting for a different topic. "What makes you think Neji's never gotten laid?"

"Ah, you can't smell it on him? The uptight, almost clogged--" Shikamaru gestured for him to end it there. Kiba had a way with words sometimes and if his mouth was allowed to run free with his imagination, it would lead to some particularly nasty details and graphic thoughts. "He's a virgin, guaranteed." Nodding to his own words, Kiba started to stroll along.

"So you plan to somehow get the guy drunk and take his virginity away?" Shikamaru asked, following.

"There ya go!" Kiba gave him a hard pat on the back. "I knew that genius in you would kick in sooner or later! Now hurry, I'm hungry!" Kiba took off jogging down the street with Akamaru at his heels and Shikamaru lagging behind. He knew, though never said, why Kiba demanded such things from his friends. He hadn't so much come across the realization as it was thrown at him. Back when they were, for a lack of better words, fucking all the time, Shikamaru found out that Kiba's habits had traveled to Naruto and Shino on a regular basis too. He wasn't jealous or hurt... just curious. Before the knowledge of multiple partners, he'd simply thought Kiba was horny, afterwards he knew something else was going on. There had been other signs, looking back, that he hadn't picked up the first time around.

The biggest sign was that Kiba was a very gentle lover. He came across as pushy and in control but willingly bent over backwards for any of his partner's wishes, figuratively and literally. With their sexual encounters, Kiba had always been on top, except for once. Why that night Shikamaru never knew, but Kiba just laid down on the bed with the promise to let Shikamaru do whatever he wanted, giving complete open range of the tanned body. That had been an interesting time. It could have been for personal sexual pleasure, but Shikamaru highly doubted it as he had fumbled through being the dominant one. It had been his first time that way, so he had no experience on how to provide the best angles, speed or depths that could optimize the pleasure for Kiba. But through all the slips and fumbles, Kiba took it good naturally, joking at the end that it was reassuring that the genius didn't know everything. Even then, when his lower region most likely hurt just as bad as the two self inflicted stab wounds to the gut from the Sound Five fights, Kiba still curled up to Shikamaru for a post sex cuddle.

That was also the reason he hadn't stopped Kiba's persuit of Neji, knowing that Kiba wouldn't hurt him or do anything that Neji didn't want. Also, this was Kiba's way to show affection, so this was really sweet, in a Kiba way of course. Shikamaru tried to quash the voices in the back of his mind that said the only real reason he tried to justify this was the hope of at least watching what would be an explosive get together of the two.

At the end of the street, Shikamaru could see Kiba bouncing in front of some store. He knew before catching up that it was probably a local bar. Every town had them, catering to the tourist and visitors with cheap liquor, good entertainment, and a brothel next door.

At bare minimum this night would be interesting.