Kiba's Private Hell

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Thanks to the word_slave for editing the first half


Shikamaru flinched as he heard Kakashi’s fist go through the timbers of the wall. Only his years of training saved him.
Damn, Shika thought, just what the place needed another window.
Kakashi’s mask didn’t hide the anger that danced across his features. No sound of pain or discomfort was heard as he withdrew his fist.

“I was a god damn bet,” yelled the irate copy Nin.

Shikamaru’s hands moved, but he was too slow. Kakashi’s right hand gripped his throat as his other hand grabbed Shika’s right. His body was pinned against the wall by a very anger and dangerous man. Shikamaru could never remember seeing his fellow jounin so worked up.

“Two fucking years of guilt. Two years of thinking I hit on Naruto’s love of his life and it was about a fucking god damn bet.”

Sharp pain drew Shikamaru’s attention to his own self preservation. He tried to swallow but his windpipe was being crushed, he blinked trying to keep consciousness but he was only able to squeak a “troublesome” before sliding to the floor.
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The pain began to ease as he worked the muscles at the back of his neck.
Fuck, he thought, this is not going well. The shadow in the door way was low, indicting he had lost at least an hour. Trying to forgetting the pain, he rose and walked into the evening.
It hurt to swallow or breathe.
Orange and reds danced across the clearing. highlighting the small fire. The smell of lemon tea drew him. Locating the cause of the smell he grimaced at the offending normalcy of the setting in front of him.

“Well isn’t that nice,” sarcasm spread through Shikamaru as he touched the bruised throat. The scream of the evening birds reminded him of his duty.

Laying everything out on the board, in his mind he began to plan. This he could do, hell it was his job. He quickly made the tea –the considerate bastard-and continued to lay down the pieces in his mind. Surprisingly the tea felt good on his damaged throat.

Eyes closed he studied the board. Unfortunately, the best possible course was to beg. God he hated to beg. I don’t beg. Even when he got caught with another woman he did not beg. Okay maybe groveled but definitely no begging. He could feel the presence as it entered the clearing. He stayed waiting for the other to approach. Top ten rules to live by, number 3 never approach a pissed off ninja.

“I sent the pact to distract him so I could set another trap.” The statement was made, nothing more.

The voice was cold, dead and detached. The lack of emotion wasn’t a surprise to him but the coldness seeped into his skin. Poor fucking Kiba.

“Troublesome,” he murmured. He rose and faced the other man. His trained eye noticing every detail: everything looked too, well not Kakashi. It made him worry.

“ Kiba doesn’t deserve any abuse from you. I’m just the messenger and look what you did to me.” Shika was surprised to find he gotten within arms length of the older man.

Bad strategy.

Kakashi ignored him.

Shika watched the man remove all evidence of their presence including his unfinished tea. He was a ninja, a former Anbu and Shika knew than Kakashi would do his duty. He lowered his head in defeat, his heart heavy at the thought of Kiba getting hurt. Desperate he made his last move. He focused on the other Nin.

“What if I could help you hurt Naruto?”

Kakashi’s head shifted focusing his attention on Shikamaru, his eye blazed at him.

“Not physically, not even total public humiliation, hell he does that by himself, But you know pay.” Shikamaru shrugged implying complete satisfaction.

“Go on.”

“Let’s say I could get to Naruto, using his own words. Yeah, I know that isn’t hard but he did mention Ibiki as part of the bet.” Shikamaru stopped letting the possibilities flow through Kakashi’s mind.

“No permanent damage,” answered the older man.

Shika shrugged his acceptance to the terms. Every battle has its terms.

“Fine.”

Again Shika nodded his agreement. Relief flooded through him though nothing in his demeanor changed. The other Nin turned his back dismissing him. As he made the sign to leave he wondered if he did any good.
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Kakashi waited.

He did it well.

The red sun had set leaving half a moon to guide Kiba to the clearing. If that failed Pakkun was trailing Kiba. The night’s sounds quieted one area at a time as the other man made his way to the old shack. A crash announced his arrival followed by loud curses.

“Damn it. Where the fuck are you?” A sneeze punctuated the ranting of the dog Nin. “I am going to kill you,” he snarled as he faced the shack’s door way.

Kakashi waited, letting his eye adjust to the change in the scenery. He watched as Kiba rubbed his nose and shook his body trying to get rid of the irritants. He sighed maybe running him through the burr bushes was a little over the top.

Nah. The fuck deserved it.

“Come on. I’m tired, covered in rose stink, burrs every where, I just want food,” the younger man pleaded as he tried to remove a burr.

Kakashi allowed a small smile as he watched Kiba twist around trying to remove the burrs from his shirt.

Finally, the young Nin had enough and removed the offending garment. Kakashi’s lips twitched as he eyed Kiba’s chest. He definitely wasn’t fat. Kakashi had to close his eye as the man twisted causing the pants to ride lower on his hips. A fine line of hair ran down just below Kiba’s navel. The thought of his tongue following the line down into the pants.

Don’t go there.

A loud sigh was followed by a thud as Kiba dropped to the ground staring into the shack.
“I know you are there. I don’t need any sense of smell for that.”

Kakashi smirked as he rose. He continued to watch the dog nin as he made his way across the clearing. Taking his time he circled the young man, assessing him.

“You don’t look too worse for wear.”

“Bite me.”

“I thought that was your job.” Kakashi continued to circle. Each circle getting him closer to Kiba.

Kiba grunted in response. The silence continued until Kakashi was just within arms length.

“Are you going to feed me or what?” questioned the dog nin.

The questioned perplexed Kakashi. The man needed sex and he was asking about food. Didn’t I imply at the gate? Swiftly he evaded the other’s lunge stepping away from the outreached arm.

Shit. Distraction. One of the first things taught.

God, I must be tired though Kakashi.

“This is fucking stupid,” yelled Kiba as he stood up. He glared at Kakashi, conflicting emotions swept across his sharp features. He reached for his shirt tugging at the leaves and burrs attached to his clothing. Kakashi continued to watch him, gauging him, as he tried to fix his clothes. Disgusted with the man’s seemly incompetence Kakashi grabbed the shirt. The mutterings stopped as he removed all the irritants.

There,” Kakashi stated as he stepped into Kiba’s personal space.

Their noses almost touched as their bodies lined up. Kakashi watched as Kiba’s breath began to increase, his heart beating faster, his eyes sharpening.

Kiba’s mouth crushed his own removing any thought of not kissing him from Kakashi’s mind. Their fingers met as they both reached to remove the mask.

Damn thing.

The warmth of his breath, the feel of the other’s tongue caressing his lower lip caused him to gasp. Pulled closer he found himself surrounded by an embrace, his mouth being invaded by the other’s tongue. Kiba’s right hand grasped his hair as he plunged his tongue deeper into his mouth. At first testing but then demanding a response. Kakashi reach for the other man his arms tightening around the other’s body. The hard body pushing his vest into his skin.

“Damn,” he muttered against Kiba’s mouth as he untangled himself before removing his vest. Quickly he returned to the warm embrace his tongue tracing the inside of Kiba’s mouth. He had wanted this for so long.

Neither moved; they just tasted each other. Slowly they moved away from each other watching for any signs showing what to do next. The seconds became minutes as they looked at each other… waiting.

“I,” stammered the dog Nin “don’t…. its getting harder to control.” He pushed Kakashi away.

Kakashi studied the man, his normal features pale with an unhealthy cast. He watched as Kiba tried to control the trembling, sweat pouring down his body. It surprised him that the man had as much control as he did.

Kakashi backed toward the shack his eyes never leaving the other man. His mind casting ahead of him, manipulating the possibilities.

The dog Nin followed him into the shack with shaky steps. His eyes burned with each step. The gaze traveling down Kakashi’s body.

Trying not to aggravate him, Kakashi made his way to the bed praying that he got to his little black bag. He felt the edge of the bed against the back of his legs.

“Kiba, you still with me?” he had waited too long.

A long low growl was the only response.

Instantly, the other man was on top of him. Grabbing at his clothes, shredding the shirt as his mouth trailed across his neck.

The hands were hard and callused with no sense of purpose as they roamed across his body. Kiba’s sucked and bite his way down his chest, his tongue trying to touch all of the skin. Their bodies rubbed against each other as they fought for control.

Manipulating the other man’s hand Kakashi reached for the rope. Kiba continued to trace kisses and nips down his neck. Kakashi grabbed the other’s hair pulling him into a long seductive kiss, their tongues stroking each other. Distracting him with a deep kiss he slipped the rope around the right hand. Kakashi tightened his grip on the man’s short brown hair sucking on Kiba’s hot tongue. Gradually Kakashi moved toward the previously reinforced bed post attaching the rope.

Kiba moaned as he made his way down Kakashi’s chest until he found a taunt nipple. His tongue lapped at the nipple as he tried to grasp Kakashi with his right hand.

What.

Kiba tugged at the rope. His eyes widen as he followed the rope to the bed. Lifting his head he looked at Kakashi.

Kakashi grinned as he stole a quick kiss, pulling the rope tighter. He drew Kiba toward the bed.

“Sorry but in your condition” he shrugged as he continued to bind the younger man.

“You could have asked” panted Kiba as he faced the bed.

“What can I say, I don’t take rejection well.” Kakashi moved in behind Kiba pushing him against the bed.

“Get up on the bed” he commanded.

The other man quickly obeyed, his body trembled as Kakashi pushed him down.

“Give me your other hand,” again Kiba obeyed.

Kakashi could feel the other’s eyes follow him as him bound the arm to the post. He pulled the rope tighter leaving enough room for the other man to barely move.

“The post and bed are reinforced. The rope was a gift from a friend. Very useful and strong.”

Kiba’s eyes continued to follow him as he reached for the little black bag. He placed it by the man’s head as he ran a thumb across the plump lower lip. Kakashi smirked as he straddled the younger Nin. His fingers tracing the red markings.

Kiba groan as his back arched trying to press his erection against Kakashi’s body. Sweat ran down his chest pooling around his navel. Kiba’s eyes closed.
Kakashi pulled Kiba into another kiss. Their tongues fighting for control as they stroked each other. He felt the other man pull on the ropes bringing their bodies together. He pushed Kiba down his hand tracing the lines of sweat down his chest until he reached the waist of his pants. Quickly he loosed the dog Nin’s pants pulling them down freeing the restrained cock. A groaned escaped his lips as he gazed a the hard long shaft dripping with precum. He wanted a tasted. Just a little taste he thought as his tongue swept across the head.

Kiba bucked against the touch. His body tense as he arched back up against Kakashi’s chest. Desire surged through his every muscle. Oh god he wanted to come.

“Kakashi” he pleaded as he arched up making contact again. It felt so good when they touched. He wanted to feel the other man’s naked body.

“Kakashi” he screamed feeling himself come.

The older man wiped the cum off his bare chest as he watched the dog Nin’s body come down. Disappointed he climb off the bed Quickly he removed his clothes.. The cool air taunted his semi hard cock. A sigh of frustration escaped his lips as he watched the young man sleep.

He could wait.

He did it well.