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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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4
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Hurt
This is the last one. Dunno whether I'm sad or not...don't think so...
Aniways, hope it was enjoyed by anyone who happened upon it.
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Kiba huffed and rolled over onto his side, frowning slightly.
That had freaked him out.
Lying on the bed which, just under an hour ago, Shikamaru had been writhing and moaning all over, Kiba was now alone in his room, Akamaru being downstairs in the kitchen, asleep in the sink. It had always been his favourite spot, Kiba never asked why.
And right now he couldn’t care less anyway.
...love...
The singular word had simply flitted into his mind at the most crucial stage of their ‘nothing’, as they had taken to calling it.
Mid orgasm, Kiba had opened his eyes to gaze down at the lazy boy beneath him, vision slightly pale and fuzzy. At that second, Shikamaru came too, arching his spine and tossing his head back with a desperate moan, mouth open and eyes delicately shut.
He looked positively delicious.
Then it just appeared out of nowhere. The solitary word now plaguing Kiba’s mind with so many explanations and ‘don’t worry’s and ‘what if’s and ‘but’s and most of all ‘why’s.
He couldn’t be in love with him...could he? No, no, definitely not.
Being in love meant he was officially gay.
He wasn’t gay. He just fucked guys.
‘Great Kiba. That’s totally logical...’
He tutted loudly at his own mind and threw himself over to lie facing the rest of the room. He glanced at the floor where they had had sex once...no, twice. Up against the wall three times; Shikamaru loved it there for some reason. Against the window once when Kiba was feeling naughty. In his chair only once because Shikamaru had complained that it was too troublesome since he needed to keep his balance all the time. When Kiba suggested it a second time Shikamaru chained him to the bed and lectured him on the skill and concentration it required.
Kiba smiled slightly at the memory, then caught himself, freezing his face and dragging his mouth back down to a frown.
‘I’m not in love.’ He told himself surely. At least he hoped not...
But then his brain began whirring with thoughts, memories, of the boy who unconsciously made Kiba do things, think things, feel things he never thought possible.
‘This is ridiculous. I can’t be in love with him...we’re just fuck buddies...’
How could something which started as the occasional secret meeting in deserted training grounds after dark for a quick fumble progress into love? How could ‘nothing’ progress into ‘something’?
Maybe he should talk to Shino about this...but what the hell would he know. Kiba couldn’t ask him such an important thing with out knowing if Shino had experienced it too. Shino tended to stay perfectly stoic whenever his private life was concerned.
Hinata...? She might be able to help...possibly. She was crazy over Naruto after all...but she’d probably get all worked up and nervous and just run off again like she always did.
Would Akamaru know anything? No. He’s a fucking dog.
Could Kurenai help? Or Asuma? Maybe he could ask Chouji...but only if he referred to Shikamaru in the way someone would to a mid-morning snack. No way in hell he was asking Ino.
Naruto? Nah, he’d probably act all goofy about it. Sakura...she was perfectly unattached from both of them...but it would still be in her head.
‘Damnit Kiba! You can’t talk to someone about something then expect them to forget it!’
He groaned frustratedly and rolled over onto his back.
He didn’t even know what being in love meant. He knew it was more than just sex. The mere thought of Shikamaru just looking at him made his toes curl. Thinking of him smiling caused an almighty happy parade to march around his stomach, making him squirm and giggle. No! He was a man! He did not giggle! Of course not...
He sighed, which almost masked the faint tapping on the glass of his window. He jumped up and froze, naked and poised to strike on the floor. Creeping over he swiftly grabbed a stray kunai that happened to be on his table and hooked his fingers under the window frame, twitching it up with practised ease.
“The hell’s that for?” came a lazy voice from the darkness. Kiba’s stomach did a somersault.
“Uh...nothing. You just never know do you?” he said quietly, and threw the kunai away, suddenly very aware of his own nudity.
Shikamaru climbed through the window to stand on the floor and began looking about.
“I forgot my underwear and thought if you gave me them tomorrow it’d cause too much bother so I came back,” he explained as he knelt down and looked around under the bed. Kiba blinked and nodded.
“Right...cool...” he said distractedly, sitting on the bed and tangling the sheets around himself.
“Ahh, found them,” Shikamaru declared, tugging them down from a shelf next to the door. Kiba nodded, not looking at him and continued to bite his thumb. “Alright what is it?” Kiba looked up to see the Nara pulling his pants down and looking at him with a slight frown.
“N-nothing...” he replied as Shikamaru pulled on his shorts.
“Shut the hell up, don’t lie to me. I’m not an idiot, you know,” the genius warned, now tugging his pants back on.
“I know...” he said softly and Shikamaru walked over to him, zipping himself up.
“Then what’s up? You were weird earlier, too, just before I went home...was it something I did?” he asked, sounding a little worried.
“No! No, not at all! It’s not you! You’re...great, you’re great! It’s me...I hate me...” he rambled, burying his face in his hands and growling angrily at himself. Shikamaru smiled slightly and snaked an arm round his bare shoulders.
“Well I kinda like you...c’mon, what’s so terrible you can’t tell me? I mean, you’re the only guy I can take my pants off in front of and still carry on normal conversa-” he rambled, Kiba cutting him off with an earth-shattering kiss, pushing him back onto the bed and leaning over him.
He felt arms slide around his neck and fingers lock into his hair. His heart was beating faster than he ever could have imagined and he panted into the kiss to keep up with it.
“Mmm...I guess you were just horny then...” Shikamaru murmured underneath him, eyes half open, smiling lazily up at him. Kiba shook his head, blinking hard.
“No...no, it’s more than that...it’s...I think...” he tried desperately to arrange his words properly to convey somehow what he was feeling into something more intelligible because God knew he didn’t understand.
“What? Just tell me Kiba ‘cause it’s obviously important enough to put fucking me on hold,” Shikamaru said with a slight smirk. Kiba took a deep breath.
“I...I think...I...uhh...I think I love you...” he said, looking as confused as the boy underneath him. Shikamaru blinked and glanced over at the troublesome chair to process his thoughts.
“Oh...uhh...I...” he stuttered. Kiba let his head fall in defeat, tears stinging his eyes.
All the physical pain he’d ever felt was a tickle from a feather compared to this. Shikamaru didn’t feel the same. He didn’t love him back. What the hell happened now? He tried to sit back up, to get away, to let Shikamaru just leave without showing any of the distress he was feeling. But something was stopping him.
Two arms around his neck, holding him firmly in place. He glanced back up at Shikamaru’s face to see an affectionate little smile.
“Guess I’d better tell you then. I think I love you too...” he said softly, trailing his fingers through Kiba’s hair so lightly he almost didn’t feel it.
Kiba blinked. Was he joking?
“You joking?” he asked. Shikamaru smiled a little more and shook his head, pulling him down for a soft kiss. “Oh...”
He felt a snicker underneath him and opened his eyes.
“Baka...” Shikamaru said lovingly. “I bet you’ve been freaking out about this all night...fucking idiot...” he said with a smirk. Kiba frowned.
“Just for that, next time we do it here, we’re doing it in that chair...and I’m not taking no for an answer,” he glared. Shikamaru snickered a little and nodded.
"That's fine...but you do know I'm gonna fall off on purpose and drag you to the floor?" he warned. Kiba smirked a little.
"I'll just have to tie you up then, won't I?" he teased. The Nara nodded in mock seriousness.
"Alright. But remember that you can't hurt the ones you love..." he whispered, pressing his lips softly to the corner of Kiba's mouth.
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'Kay...all done!!
Ano...I just realised my ellipsis fetish...
Seriously, I can't fucking stop!! It's like a disease. I'll have to go to Grammar Rehab or something...
Well...thanks for reading! I'm gonna go upload ANOTHER Kiba/Shika fic 'cos I've got about 5623849648379744739563847974 just sitting there...won't hurt anyone will it?
Gawd...anyway, review and tell me to stop! I never will otherwise. And give me motivation, inspiration, ideas for other couples. Cos seriously, these two are frying my fucking brain right now. I need release!!
xxx
Aniways, hope it was enjoyed by anyone who happened upon it.
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Kiba huffed and rolled over onto his side, frowning slightly.
That had freaked him out.
Lying on the bed which, just under an hour ago, Shikamaru had been writhing and moaning all over, Kiba was now alone in his room, Akamaru being downstairs in the kitchen, asleep in the sink. It had always been his favourite spot, Kiba never asked why.
And right now he couldn’t care less anyway.
...love...
The singular word had simply flitted into his mind at the most crucial stage of their ‘nothing’, as they had taken to calling it.
Mid orgasm, Kiba had opened his eyes to gaze down at the lazy boy beneath him, vision slightly pale and fuzzy. At that second, Shikamaru came too, arching his spine and tossing his head back with a desperate moan, mouth open and eyes delicately shut.
He looked positively delicious.
Then it just appeared out of nowhere. The solitary word now plaguing Kiba’s mind with so many explanations and ‘don’t worry’s and ‘what if’s and ‘but’s and most of all ‘why’s.
He couldn’t be in love with him...could he? No, no, definitely not.
Being in love meant he was officially gay.
He wasn’t gay. He just fucked guys.
‘Great Kiba. That’s totally logical...’
He tutted loudly at his own mind and threw himself over to lie facing the rest of the room. He glanced at the floor where they had had sex once...no, twice. Up against the wall three times; Shikamaru loved it there for some reason. Against the window once when Kiba was feeling naughty. In his chair only once because Shikamaru had complained that it was too troublesome since he needed to keep his balance all the time. When Kiba suggested it a second time Shikamaru chained him to the bed and lectured him on the skill and concentration it required.
Kiba smiled slightly at the memory, then caught himself, freezing his face and dragging his mouth back down to a frown.
‘I’m not in love.’ He told himself surely. At least he hoped not...
But then his brain began whirring with thoughts, memories, of the boy who unconsciously made Kiba do things, think things, feel things he never thought possible.
‘This is ridiculous. I can’t be in love with him...we’re just fuck buddies...’
How could something which started as the occasional secret meeting in deserted training grounds after dark for a quick fumble progress into love? How could ‘nothing’ progress into ‘something’?
Maybe he should talk to Shino about this...but what the hell would he know. Kiba couldn’t ask him such an important thing with out knowing if Shino had experienced it too. Shino tended to stay perfectly stoic whenever his private life was concerned.
Hinata...? She might be able to help...possibly. She was crazy over Naruto after all...but she’d probably get all worked up and nervous and just run off again like she always did.
Would Akamaru know anything? No. He’s a fucking dog.
Could Kurenai help? Or Asuma? Maybe he could ask Chouji...but only if he referred to Shikamaru in the way someone would to a mid-morning snack. No way in hell he was asking Ino.
Naruto? Nah, he’d probably act all goofy about it. Sakura...she was perfectly unattached from both of them...but it would still be in her head.
‘Damnit Kiba! You can’t talk to someone about something then expect them to forget it!’
He groaned frustratedly and rolled over onto his back.
He didn’t even know what being in love meant. He knew it was more than just sex. The mere thought of Shikamaru just looking at him made his toes curl. Thinking of him smiling caused an almighty happy parade to march around his stomach, making him squirm and giggle. No! He was a man! He did not giggle! Of course not...
He sighed, which almost masked the faint tapping on the glass of his window. He jumped up and froze, naked and poised to strike on the floor. Creeping over he swiftly grabbed a stray kunai that happened to be on his table and hooked his fingers under the window frame, twitching it up with practised ease.
“The hell’s that for?” came a lazy voice from the darkness. Kiba’s stomach did a somersault.
“Uh...nothing. You just never know do you?” he said quietly, and threw the kunai away, suddenly very aware of his own nudity.
Shikamaru climbed through the window to stand on the floor and began looking about.
“I forgot my underwear and thought if you gave me them tomorrow it’d cause too much bother so I came back,” he explained as he knelt down and looked around under the bed. Kiba blinked and nodded.
“Right...cool...” he said distractedly, sitting on the bed and tangling the sheets around himself.
“Ahh, found them,” Shikamaru declared, tugging them down from a shelf next to the door. Kiba nodded, not looking at him and continued to bite his thumb. “Alright what is it?” Kiba looked up to see the Nara pulling his pants down and looking at him with a slight frown.
“N-nothing...” he replied as Shikamaru pulled on his shorts.
“Shut the hell up, don’t lie to me. I’m not an idiot, you know,” the genius warned, now tugging his pants back on.
“I know...” he said softly and Shikamaru walked over to him, zipping himself up.
“Then what’s up? You were weird earlier, too, just before I went home...was it something I did?” he asked, sounding a little worried.
“No! No, not at all! It’s not you! You’re...great, you’re great! It’s me...I hate me...” he rambled, burying his face in his hands and growling angrily at himself. Shikamaru smiled slightly and snaked an arm round his bare shoulders.
“Well I kinda like you...c’mon, what’s so terrible you can’t tell me? I mean, you’re the only guy I can take my pants off in front of and still carry on normal conversa-” he rambled, Kiba cutting him off with an earth-shattering kiss, pushing him back onto the bed and leaning over him.
He felt arms slide around his neck and fingers lock into his hair. His heart was beating faster than he ever could have imagined and he panted into the kiss to keep up with it.
“Mmm...I guess you were just horny then...” Shikamaru murmured underneath him, eyes half open, smiling lazily up at him. Kiba shook his head, blinking hard.
“No...no, it’s more than that...it’s...I think...” he tried desperately to arrange his words properly to convey somehow what he was feeling into something more intelligible because God knew he didn’t understand.
“What? Just tell me Kiba ‘cause it’s obviously important enough to put fucking me on hold,” Shikamaru said with a slight smirk. Kiba took a deep breath.
“I...I think...I...uhh...I think I love you...” he said, looking as confused as the boy underneath him. Shikamaru blinked and glanced over at the troublesome chair to process his thoughts.
“Oh...uhh...I...” he stuttered. Kiba let his head fall in defeat, tears stinging his eyes.
All the physical pain he’d ever felt was a tickle from a feather compared to this. Shikamaru didn’t feel the same. He didn’t love him back. What the hell happened now? He tried to sit back up, to get away, to let Shikamaru just leave without showing any of the distress he was feeling. But something was stopping him.
Two arms around his neck, holding him firmly in place. He glanced back up at Shikamaru’s face to see an affectionate little smile.
“Guess I’d better tell you then. I think I love you too...” he said softly, trailing his fingers through Kiba’s hair so lightly he almost didn’t feel it.
Kiba blinked. Was he joking?
“You joking?” he asked. Shikamaru smiled a little more and shook his head, pulling him down for a soft kiss. “Oh...”
He felt a snicker underneath him and opened his eyes.
“Baka...” Shikamaru said lovingly. “I bet you’ve been freaking out about this all night...fucking idiot...” he said with a smirk. Kiba frowned.
“Just for that, next time we do it here, we’re doing it in that chair...and I’m not taking no for an answer,” he glared. Shikamaru snickered a little and nodded.
"That's fine...but you do know I'm gonna fall off on purpose and drag you to the floor?" he warned. Kiba smirked a little.
"I'll just have to tie you up then, won't I?" he teased. The Nara nodded in mock seriousness.
"Alright. But remember that you can't hurt the ones you love..." he whispered, pressing his lips softly to the corner of Kiba's mouth.
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'Kay...all done!!
Ano...I just realised my ellipsis fetish...
Seriously, I can't fucking stop!! It's like a disease. I'll have to go to Grammar Rehab or something...
Well...thanks for reading! I'm gonna go upload ANOTHER Kiba/Shika fic 'cos I've got about 5623849648379744739563847974 just sitting there...won't hurt anyone will it?
Gawd...anyway, review and tell me to stop! I never will otherwise. And give me motivation, inspiration, ideas for other couples. Cos seriously, these two are frying my fucking brain right now. I need release!!
xxx