A Wild Storm of Love

A Wild Storm of Love by Hestia

Disclaimer: All things Naruto are M.K.'s of course.

Warning: Yaoi and sort of beastiality (ShinoAkamaruShino)

Chapter 4: The Secret of Shino’s Sex Life

They were together like always, but it didn’t feel like it had ever felt before to any of them.

Hinata was aching inside—desire and alcohol had made her not feel any pain when she lost her virginity, but now her head was killing her, her insides and thighs ached so bad that she was terrified of ever having sex again, and her nipples and breasts seemed so sensitive it was driving her crazy. She couldn’t rub them in front of Shino, Kiba, and Akamaru.

Shino and Akamaru were feeling the fear and guilt of knowing that Kiba was finally going to find out the truth about what they did together when Kiba left them alone, or worse yet, when they left him alone. But it was Kiba who usually left them alone, left them to go have sex with women, left them with smell of his desire in Akamaru’s nose and with that painful knot of jealousy in Shino’s heart.

It had been Akamaru’s idea in the beginning; he’d started it all. He’d wanted to fuck, needed to fuck—hell, he was a dog, and they humped everything. It wasn’t fair that Kiba went off to fuck and made him guard Shino. And worse yet, left him after using a jutsu that made him an exact replica of Kiba. It was supposedly so, if anyone came by, they’d think Kiba was still there. But who would care to come by their campsite? No one! So it was only Akamaru there, there with Shino who smelled of desire, who masturbated every time Kiba left him alone and went off to have sex, who called out Kiba’s name. He, Akamaru, needing to fuck but stuck in a body no dog would let use them that way, stuck with a body that wanted nothing more than to be used, taken, fucked silly by this one. The solution was obvious.

It had been easy to fool Shino just long enough to lick his ass nice and wet before shoving his cock inside him. He’d worked hard to keep Shino distracted—pulling on Shino’s dick, doing things that had made him unable to think, made him come hard, shrieking Kiba’s name. But once Shino started coming, Akamaru had lost it—dogs don’t tighten around a cock like that: hot, vibrating, squeezing your prick so hard you thought it might burst. Dogs don’t send a mass of bugs exploding in the air, surrounding your body everywhere with the brush of soft wings, with a humming mass, with little stings on your nipples and balls and ass that make you blast out your cum and howl at the intensity of the sheer fucking bliss ripping through your body.

Kiba didn’t howl; Kiba didn’t drool. Hell, he knew as well as Shino did how Kiba sounded when he made love—like the whore he was! He said, no, shouted, the dirtiest, most crude things. Why women liked being fucked by a guy that screamed out things like, “Yea, take it in your cunt, bitch, swallow my spunk in your greedy, hot slit!” was something Akamaru didn’t understand.

Shino did, oh, yes, he understood. He’d wanted to hear Kiba scream how he was shoving his dick in Shino’s tight little asshole, how he was going to fuck him so hard and fill him with so much cum he’d shit Kiba-jizz for a week. But Akamaru couldn’t speak even with Kiba’s vocal cords—the jutsu didn’t work that way. Shino would have killed the damn dog, but he just had his asscherry popped, his prostate prodded with the cock he’d longed for all his life, and come harder than he’d thought was possible. He didn’t have the energy to chase Akamaru, and he was too heartbroken over the thought that even if Kiba could want a man, he’d never want his dog’s leftovers.

Later, Shino had come to feel that it was all for the best. Kiba would never love him in a romantic way, let alone lust for him sexually—he liked women, god, did he like women! And Shino couldn’t have sex with anyone but Kiba—there was no one but Kiba for him. He’d have been a virgin, probably would have died a virgin, but for Akamaru. Ok, so he wasn’t Kiba, he wasn’t even human, but it was as close to Kiba as possible when the jutsu was done right, so close that anyone but his teammates or family had trouble telling the difference. And to Akamaru, it was just sex, good sex, nothing to stress over. It was different for Shino, for Shino it was a way to endure how Kiba seemed to fuck every woman he met aged sixteen to sixty. But even worse than Kiba’s womanizing . . .

Kiba slept next to him, hell, on some winter missions, slept clinging to him, snuggling for warmth. He slept naked, and he saw no reason why that would be a problem. He and Shino were friends, and they were both guys, right? Right! Washing up, massaging away soreness, or going to bathroom together, naked: none of it was remotely troubling to Kiba. He didn’t get hard from it—and if he woke up with an erection when he had slept clinging to Shino, he had had a dream, a hot and kinky dream involving some woman or even a bunch of them. If he couldn’t fuck Akamaru and get fucked by him, Shino would have had a permanent boner and likely have tried to rape Kiba long ago.

But, now, walking to the Hyuuga mansion next to an angry Kiba, none of that seemed any excuse, anything Kiba would understand or forgive. And he really should be more worried about Hinata. But he didn’t care, hell, Hinata could have fucked every guy at the party tonight, and as long as it didn’t affect things between Kiba and him, it wouldn’t matter. I’m sorry Hinata, thought Shino, but I love him; I love him so much that I can’t care about you very much. I’m not a good person.

“He’s not a good person!” said Kiba in an angry tone, making Shino stumble. But Kiba continued, “God, Sai! Sai! Hinata, god, why? Why Sai? Hinata, if you had to get laid, if you needed sex that bad, damn it, you know I would do you and be sweet about it. It’s not my style, but I could be slow and sweet for you, for a friend. Or, hell, Shino would have done it. You two virgins could have discovered sex together. Shino would never have forgotten a condom. He’d be good in bed; I’m sure of it. And that would have been perfect, you and Shino lovers! Your families would love it! I’d love it!”

And Hinata, yes, Hinata, did what Shino wanted to do. She slapped Kiba. “You ignorant, blind fool! Could you be more cruel or stupid! I don’t care if you think I’m an idiot or even a whore, hell, you think all women are whores, Kiba, but my god, my god, leave Shino out of this. You, you—“ and then Hinata was sobbing, sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. Shino grabbed her and held her tight. Partly out of guilt—she was thinking of him, caring about him, despite her own circumstances when he wasn’t thinking of her at all—and partly in case she said something else. Kiba was stupid in some ways, but come on, he wasn’t that stupid!

Akamaru barked something, something that made Kiba gasp and cry out, “Oh my god, Shino has a lover—you all knew but me! That’s why you hid that potion from me that covers up sex. My best friend has a lover, and I don’t know about it. But, but, you can’t! I know every woman’s smell that’s ever been near you, and that potion didn’t cover up the smell of Hinata’s arousal, just the sperm. I’d know if you wanted any of the girls in Konoha . . . the girls . . . the girls . . . women . . . you don’t like women . . .”

Akamaru started barking again, and Shino hated that he didn’t know what he was saying.

“Shino, I can’t believe you thought you had to hide this from me! I mean, god, I can’t believe you like buggering some guy’s shithole or getting buggered . . . buggered . . .” Then they were all laughing, even Akamaru in his own way. And if Shino was laughing much too hard, it really didn’t matter.

“God, like I’d care if you were homo! Well, I guess I do care, damn it! I get naked in front of you way too often, you fucking gayboy! You enjoy that don’t you? Your straight friend dancing around showing off his junk for you you, not knowing it floats your boat!” But he didn’t sound mad at all, he sounded, well, he sounded insufferably like the Kiba that believed all women found him irresistible. Part of the reason Kiba was so sexy was that he believed, no, he knew that he was the sexiest thing on earth, and well, that kind of conviction was a bit contagious. “You didn’t tell me because you wanted to keep seeing this smoking hot body of mine, you sneaky, dirty pervert!”

“Yes,” said Shino, and they all laughed again.

And then they were at the Hyuuga mansion, and it was ridiculously easy to escort Hinata to her room. It was so easy that it made them laugh. They left Hinata, giggling, and walked out into the night, still tittering and snorting.

But when they all, each one of them, were completely alone, the laughter died away. Akamaru went right to his doghouse when he and Kiba reached the Inuzuka home. Kiba didn’t stop him and headed to his room.

“Kiba, what are you doing here?” asked Hana, meeting him in the hallway.

“I live here,” said Kiba.

“Weren’t you at a party tonight?”

“Yea, and I came home.”

Hana looked at him suspiciously and took a deep sniff. Kiba blushed and ran to his room, slamming the door, and locking it.

Hana stared after her little brother confused. For once, he didn’t smell of sex, of some woman. He was horny, of course—he was Kiba. But something, the first something in two or three years, had kept him from acting on that desire.

Good! Hana smiled. Kiba was growing up. He had found someone he didn’t just want sex from. He was in love. She knew it, she just knew it! Poor baby brother! He had fucked it up, no doubt, and would likely fuck it up even more. All that sleeping around was biting him in the ass now! Hana grinned and laughed a little. Bless her, whoever she is, she thought. You’re doing all the woman in this town a big favor. And when you do let him in the sack, you'll like it. Even though you hate that he was a whore, you’ll like what it did for you. And with thoughts like that, Hana went to her own room, smiling and happy.

She was wrong of course. Really, really wrong—having sex with women doesn’t teach you much about the fine points of male-male sex, nor much about making love. And Kiba wasn’t in love with Shino, no, not at all. But why couldn’t he stop thinking about Shino, Shino doing it with other guys, getting done by them? Why did he suddenly feel like he’d lost his best friend? He wasn’t jealous, he wasn’t. But it hurt, and he couldn’t get over it, couldn’t even think about going back to the party and the girls that were waiting there for him. Shino liked that?

No, wait, that wouldn't be why Shino lost his virginity, why Shino was doing it with guys. No, Shino loved someone, someone he didn’t want to tell Kiba about. Yes, he wouldn’t sleep with someone he didn’t love. That Kiba knew, knew just like he knew he was sexy, like he knew his own body.

But did he know his body? Why was he hard thinking about Shino and his lover? Why was he thinking about them making love--because Shino wouldn’t fuck, he’d make love. Kiba had never made love in his life. He’d never done it with a guy, never thought about guys like that, fuck no! But Shino—did he do the guy? Did it feel like having anal sex with a woman? Kiba didn’t have that much anal sex, certainly not as much as he wanted, because the chicks got all weird and whined—it hurt too much, it was dirty, he was sick. And while he didn’t care if they told him he was dirty or sick, he did care that if they hurt. The women he had sex with came, they all came, or, well, at least they all either came or faked it. Guys don’t fake it. If Shino came, if his love came, they weren’t faking it. Did Shino come with a cock in his ass? What would it feel like to have your cock in a guy’s ass? Probably as good as it felt in a woman's . . . and you could really give it to them, just like you wanted . . .

ARRGGG!

I’m not gay!

Shino is my best friend. Friend. Friend. I love him like a friend. It doesn’t matter if he’s gay.

It doesn’t.

But it as much as he told himself it didn’t matter, Kiba couldn’t believe it, didn’t believe it.

If it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t feel like this.

He wouldn’t hurt.

His heart wouldn’t ache.

His heart?

No.

Kiba smashed his fist into the wall.

See, it wasn’t his heart, it was his knuckles.

That’s why he had tears in his eyes.

Yeah.

That’s why.

He wasn’t gay.

No, no, no way.

But when he finally calmed down, put in one of his favorite pornos, and started jerking off just so he could go asleep, it was Shino’s face, Shino’s body that suddenly were there in his mind when he came, Shino’s name that burst from his lips.

And the sheer wrongness of that, the utter, total complete wrongness, made him roll over on his stomach and cry, really, really cry, for the first time since he thought Akamaru was dying.

And the worse part about it was the thought that Shino was probably having sex right now without a care in the world. That bastard!

He hated him; he really, really hated him.