Through The Veil

Warmth enfolded Kiba in a soft embrace. It was nice and he felt safe. Smacking his tongue made the gummy feeling and bad taste spread throughout his mouth. Reluctantly he pushed the blanket down, sat up and shook his head to wake up more. His brain swelled, sending him quaking waves of pain. He leaned his aching head onto his hands and let the images of last evening drip into his consciousness. I was relaxing in a fancy bathhouse—what was it called? —Red Mountain, or something. His mother had treated him as a present for completing his special training. And then I saw Shikamaru...

It took few minutes before Kiba took in his surroundings. The room was really tidy. Pale curtains covered a single window, but enough of the morning sun filtered through to light the room. An empty desk looked lonely under the window. On the opposite wall was a tall bookshelf filled with books and pictures. On the top there was a Go-board with two cups of stones and a well-worn Shogun-board. Kiba closed his eyes and inhaled the familiar scent. Shikamaru. He lay back down on the bed, turning on his stomach to bury his face in the pillow. He greedily took in the scent of the one he had missed while he had been away.

He had thought about Shikamaru, a lot. For a long time they had been playing with each other. Kissing and touching, making each other feel good. It had never been anything serious—only two young men exploring the ways of physical pleasure. Before Kiba had left for his special training, Shikamaru had been oddly distant. Kiba's father had informed him only a day before the departure, and the young Inuzuka had actually been happy to have the excuse for leaving before Shikamaru had the chance to break up with him. At least that way he had the hope of being with Shikamaru when he got back.

When Kiba came back home he wanted to see the Nara. He was tired, exhausted, but still he wanted to see him. Though months was a long time, and Kiba was anxious. What if Shikamaru had found himself a new partner? What if he had forgotten whatever there had been between them? But when he caught Shikamaru at the bathhouse staring at him, that lust gleaming in his eyes, Kiba knew that little had changed. If nothing else, Shikamaru still wanted him. Kiba had sensed him standing there, petting himself, long before he looked at him. He had enjoyed it and decided to give the Nara a good show.

He had smelled Shikamaru's arousal all the way across the steamy arena. It had been intoxicating. Kiba's blood had rushed south. His hand sneaked between him and the mattress. Fingers wound around his semi-erect member. The pleasurable waves pushed the pain away and his head was filled with images of Shikamaru. The black mesh shirt tight against his svelte figure. His dark, thin eyebrows arched in a contemplative expression. The dark eyes fixed solely on him, staring intensively at his every movement.

"Nn" his first sound of pleasure was muffled by the pillow.

Kiba's fingers worked faster, stroking and spreading his precum. Shikamaru's scent made the images more alive. He could see Shikamaru's thin lips part. Pink tip of tongue brushing gently across the white teeth.Shikamaru! He was getting there. His hips swayed to give him the right feeling. He wanted to feel the Nara under him, his mouth around him. He wanted to drive his throbbing hardness into Shikamaru's throat, deep inside. To feel the velvety cavern swallow him.

"Oh, fuck!" Kiba breathed into the pillow.

He changed his hand. The fingers wet with his own liquids found quickly his hole. One slippery digit slid effortlessly inside. The invasion hightened his arousal. He pushed another finger into his tight passage, moaning to the pillow. Gods, how he wanted his fingers to be Shikamaru's. The smell of his lover drove him higher on the precipice of bliss. The unfamiliar surroundings and the clear knowledge of the wrongness of his actions served as a catalyst. He felt ashamed of his self-abuse. At the same time, his fingers thrust deeper into his hole, and his hand stroked him faster.

"Haa... Ah!" he bit the pillow to keep himself crying out.

His fingers smashed in and the orgasm that shook Kiba was like lightning that crackles so loud it feels like the whole sky is torn. The hot milky liquid ran over his fingers and stomach, staining the mattress. He panted heavily. Slowly his fingers slid out from his rear and he collapsed on the bed. Well, that was something.

The young Inuzuka laid on Shikamaru's bed for a while. A clear image of the Nara scolding him about smearing his bed stormed into Kiba's mind. I'd better clean up. He pushed the blanket away and reached to Shikamaru's bedside table's drawer to get a box of tissues. He pulled few tissues, wiped his cum off the mattress and threw the tissues into a bin across the room.

Where is Shikamaru? The thought finally occured to him. Kiba was chagrined by the fact that this was the fist time he got to spent the night at Shikamaru's and he didn't remember anything. In all likelihood he had been so drunk he hadn't even understood how lucky he got. All Kiba had thought about, the whole time he was in the training, was making L.. ehm, having sex with Shikamaru. And now, when he got the chance what did he do? Get himself pissdrunk and blew it. Figures.

"Shikamaru?"

Kiba barely managed to pull the blanket back up and hide his naked body before the door opened. A man, looking a lot like Shikamaru, peaked his head in. His features were sharper than Shikamaru's, two scars ran down the right side of his face and a black goatee hid his chin. Nara Shikaku Kiba thought Shikamaru's father.

The older man turned his gaze to the lump on the cover. His eyes traveled up to meet with Kiba's. For a split of a second there was a confusion in his eyes before they regained their usual, meditative gaze.

"Good morning." Shikaku's voice was masculine and sturdy.

"Morning." Kiba answered and yawned.

"Where's Shikamaru?"

"Hn, I don't know. He wasn't here when I woke up." Kiba was surprised at how dissapointed he sounded.

"I see. When he comes back tell him his mother is looking for him."

Kiba sighed as Shikaku stepped out and closed the door behind him. Thank gods it wasn't his mother. What did he call her—"the troublesome woman"? Yeah. Kiba smiled to himself. Shikamaru had told him how his mother had his father whipped. Kiba had only once seen her. A scary woman, that's what she is. His own mother wasn't any less intimidating, but at least he knew her and how to handle her.

He pushed the blanket away and the smell of dry semen assaulted Kiba's nostrils. Oh gods. He must've smelled it! A faint blush coloured his cheeks. He rose up and searched for his clothes. They were nicely folded on the chair in front of the desk. How can he be so tidy while he's so lazy? Kiba had imagined Shikamaru's room to be much more like his; clothes piling up on chairs and floor, hanging over doors and so on.

The clothes reeked of old booze and cigarettes. Kiba remembered suggesting a drink or two. Then there was something unpleasant... and then Shikamaru was dancing. Cherry Blossom. The name of the bar was a sheer mockery; by the smell it should be known as The Cesspit. Kiba wrinkled his nose and pulled on his trousers. He had just pulled the zipper up when the door opened again.

"Oh, you're awake. Bad hangover?" Shikamaru asked as he stepped in.

"Nah." Kiba smirked.

He could feel Shikamaru's gaze traveling across his bare chest as he walked across the room and opened a window.

"Your dad dropped by." Kiba said as casually as he could.

Shikamaru froze on his steps for a second before relaxing. His hand scratched his head and Kiba could almost hear the words 'how troublesome'.

"What did he want?"

"Hn, he just said that your mom is looking for you."

"He didn't say what that troublesome woman wanted?"

Kiba shook his head and closed the distance between them. He flung his arm around Shikamaru and tried to pull him to a kiss. Shikamaru sighed and turned his head away.

"What's the matter? I thought you were okay with this, you brought me here and all..." Kiba protested.

"Well, I couldn't leave you there. You were so drunk you could barely walk." Shikamaru answered and gently pushed Kiba's hand away.

"So, you weren't ready to tell your parents?"

"No. Yes. I mean maybe. I'm not sure if there's anything to tell."

Shikamaru's words were like turning a knife in a wound. Kiba knew exactly what Shikamaru meant. He didn't mean he wasn't sure if he was gay or not. No, what Shikamaru meant was he didn't want his parents to get the impression that they were dating. Shikamaru wasn't sure if there was anything between them worth telling anyone. Six months ago the same words wouldn't have hurt so much. Back then Kiba wasn't sure about his own feelings either. But spending half a year in special training had cleared his mind. The only thing that had held him whole all those months was the memory of Shikamaru. And now he could feel the memory shattering into tiny pieces.

"I see." was all he managed to respond.

"Hey, don't be so depressed. We could still have fun, couldn't we?" Shikamaru tried to sound cheerful.

"I guess." Kiba swallowed.

If he couldn't have Shikamaru as his own he could still have sex with him, couldn't he? Deep down Kiba knew he would only get hurt if he agreed, but the offer was too much to turn down. It might be better to crawl back to his home and lick his wounds, but then he wouldn't have the chance to turn Shikamaru's head. 'Maybe' is just 'maybe', it's not 'no'. So there could be some hope still.

"You probably don't know but Umino Iruka is getting married next week."

"Really?" Kiba was starting to see why Shikamaru had been so dispirited.

"Yeah, and I'm his best man."

"Mhm."

"Would you like to come to the wedding with me? As my date?"

Of course Kiba had noticed Shikamaru's crush for his former sensei a long time ago. And now he was getting married. No wonder he's been acting so cranky and odd. Kiba felt used, but then again, it wasn't the first time. He knew their 'thing' started after Shikamaru had realized his feelings toward Iruka and when he gave up the idea of confessing. Still, Kiba had hoped the shadow nin had already gotten over his old crush and it pained him to see that it just wasn't the case. Maybe this is my chance. I can show him such a good time that he won't even remember it's Iruka's wedding.

"Sure, I'll go." Kiba smirked.

A ghost of a smile curved Shikamaru's lips. I'll make him smile genuinely. Kiba promised himself. He took his shirt and pulled it over his head. It stank more than his trousers if possible. His hitai-ate had dropped on the floor and he made sure to bend his rear toward Shikamaru as he lifted it. He tied it to his forehead and leaned to kiss Shikamaru's cheek. This time Shikamaru didn't turn his head away and Kiba risked a kiss on his lips. His breath stank too bad to try anything more, but Kiba was happy as he got an answer to his kiss.

"I think I'll head home. I'll drop by later so you can tell me more about the wedding."

"Okay. See you then."

Kiba closed the door behind him. A wedding, huh? What should I wear? He thought about asking his mother or his sister some help. This was his chance to win Shikamaru and he didn't want to blew it. Not this time.