The Nara Oath

Too perfect sex ahead. >.> I could only wish I was lucky enough to get it like she does. Gah. Ino, that lucky bitch! X3

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Chapter Six

She opened the door in jersey shorts and a long sleeved shirt that clung to her like a second skin. Stepping aside to allow the man to enter, she didn’t say a word until she was in the kitchen and pouring coffee grinds into a paper filter. “So what did you want to talk about?” Ino asked, filling up the coffee pot and putting water through the perk.

“I understand the reason why you did it, Ino. I wanted to say that I’m sorry it came to that.”

Frowning, Ino put the coffee pot back into place before turning and regarding the man with a confused look, “I don’t know what you are talking about Kiba. You’ll have to explain further.”

“I mean, why slept you with my sister.”

She rolled her eyes, “I didn’t sleep with your sister.”

“You fucked her, though.”

“Damn you and your hyper-sensitive nose.” Ino muttered as she got out cream and sugar.

“You weren’t going to tell me?”

Slamming the creamer down with enough force to splatter its contents over the counter, she cursed colourfully before extracting a cloth from her sink. “It was none of your business, Kiba.” She said frankly, trying her hardest to reign in her temper.

“It was my business.” He wasn’t sitting at the table, but directly behind her and closer than she would have liked. “You are my business. You are Shikamaru’s and my business.”

Ino took a deep, hissing breath behind her clenched teeth before saying, “So enlighten me, oh wise one, why do you think I did it?”

His hands cupped her upper arms as he stepped near. With his mouth directly beside her ear, he whispered, “Because you were jealous.”

Only the twitch in her jaw and the slight flush of her face belied her anger. “And why was I jealous, Kiba?” Her voice was soft, radiating danger.

“Because Shikamaru called out my name instead of yours.”

She spun and in one single, fluid movement threw her fist straight at his face. He didn’t dodge it and caught the blow square in the nose. She felt bone give beneath her knuckles with a satisfying crunch. He stumbled backwards, clutching his bleeding face and fell onto a kitchen chair heavily. “Shit, Ino! What was that for?”

“That was for assuming that I would be petty enough to sleep with your sister because I was jealous.” She snapped, “Did you really think I was that type of a person, Kiba?” Had she given him any indication of otherwise? She asked herself but instead of saying anything else, she let the sounds of Kiba’s harsh, pained breathing and the gurgling percolator fill the air.

“It was the only thing I could think of as to why you would betray Shikamaru and me.” He said, tenderly probing the crushed cartilage. His eyes had watered as the pain crashed over his senses.

“You are acting like I sold you to enemy forces,” The blonde muttered as she turned her back to the counter. She leaned heavily against it while crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Glaring at him, she said, “I don’t hold myself accountable to you. Neither you nor Shikamaru are my keepers.” Still angry and his silence seemed to egg her on so she raised her voice as she asked, “What? You thought that two nights of sex gives you the privilege of telling me what I can and can’t do?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, what do you mean Kiba?”

“Goddammit, Ino! Get me a fucking towel. I’m bleeding all over the place.”

“Suck it up.” She snapped ruthlessly, far too angered to care. When he didn’t answer, she thrust a tea towel at him and waited for a response

Mopping up the blood that dripped down his mouth and chin, he said, “I assumed that you cared. You seemed to.”

The anger seemed to evaporate in a puff of smoke. She watched him try to staunch the blood flow, only making a mess of his face, clothes and her tea towel. “Come to the bathroom, let’s see.”

“I’m fine.” He growled, glaring at her as if daring her to come closer.

“You are bleeding all over my floor.” The drops of crimson splattered across her linoleum floor looked like ink in the dim light of her kitchen.

He stood up and allowed her to usher him into the bathroom. Flipping the lid closed on her toilet, he found himself being pressed down onto the seat by hands on his shoulders. He looked up and into Ino’s eyes, startled by how haggard she looked. There were bruised smears beneath her eyes, her face was pale and her hair, usually silky and neat, was thrown back into a hasty and sloppy ponytail. “You look tired, Ino.” He said softly, concern fading the pain somewhat.

“I’m fine.” She said softly as she took out a facecloth and soaked it beneath the running tap. A cool finger beneath his chin pressed his face upwards. Docilely, Kiba let her push away the hand that was holding the ruined towel against his nose. As she pulled the cloth away he winced, the blood had dried and adhered the fabric to his face. “Stop being such a baby.”

“You haven’t had your nose smashed in before.”

She snorted, “Says you.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, “You have?”

“Many times. There are benefits to having such a talented medic-nin for a best friend.” She said as she gently wiped away the froth of blood from his face, carefully avoiding the crushed cartilage. “Why the hell didn’t you dodge? I wasn’t that fast.”

“Says you,” He parroted, “I’ve fallen out of trees with less force.”

“Sorry.” She muttered, rinsing the cloth in the sink before returning back to his wounds.

“It’s fine. I guess I deserved it.” He gave her a toothy grin but found it hurt too much to maintain and ended up wincing again.

“You know, I still haven’t forgiven you.” She said, reminding him of the reason she had lashed out. He lowered his eyes but didn’t speak, obviously unable to find anything suitable to say. Ino sighed, “Maybe I was a bit jealous but I assure you, that wasn't the reason why I messed around with your sister. What I can't seem to understand is why you guys wanted me around when you obviously enjoyed one another so thoroughly.”

Kiba looked up suddenly, shock registering on his bloodied and newly bruised face, “Of course we wanted you there.” He snorted derisively, “You think you could get Shikamaru to do anything he didn’t want to do?”

“He’s done it before.”

“Not without all the bitching and the whining, he doesn’t.”

“True.” She relented as she finished cleaning his face. His nose was still trickling blood and it would be bruised and swollen in the morning if it wasn’t fixed. “We are going have to get that fixed otherwise your nose is going to look like a potato in the morning.”

“I’m not going to the hospital and tell them I got hit by a girl.” Kiba taunted, dodging the playful punch aimed at his shoulder.

“Just say you got slugged by a member of the ANBU after alarming them.”

“Alarming ANBU?” He raised an eyebrow. “Right.”


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There was a soft knock at her door and she opened it, still wearing the same jersey knit shorts and shirt that she had on when meeting Kiba. Sakura and Lee stood at her door, looking flushed but otherwise in good health. Ino’s eyes slid from a very pleased looking Sakura to her befuddled boyfriend before smiling slyly. “Thanks for coming at such short notice, sweetie.”

“No problem.” Sakura walked passed, her eyes immediately falling to the blood spattering the usually pristine floor. “What happened?”

“I punched him.” The blonde said simply before walking down the hall. “I broke his nose. He’s sitting in my bathroom, bleeding like a stuck pig.”

“Well, let’s patch him up and then get out of here.” Sakura shared a secretive smile with her best friend. “I have something I have to attend to.”

Ino smiled sweetly at the man who passed her, still dazed and looking at the pink haired kunoichi like she was a goddess. “Kiba, stop whining. Sakura-chan is here.” She called out from down the hall.

“Shuddup.” Kiba snapped, slumped forward with a towel clamped over his face. The amount of blood staining the front of his shirt, the floor and the sink made it seem like a murder scene. Sakura sighed as she took in the sight. Moving deeper into the room, she squatted on her haunches and pulled his hands away gently.

“I got to look at it first.” She said softly when the injured shinobi pulled away from her. Reluctantly, he let go of the rag and felt blood trickle down his lips and drip off the end of his chin. He winced when she probed the ruined bone and bruised flesh. She gave a low, appreciative whistle before saying, “You really did a number, Ino-pig.”

“Didn’t know my own strength,” Ino grinned, managing to look both sheepish and proud at the same time.

“Luckily, it’s just a nasal fracture so I’ll be able to heal it right now.” She said as that familiar green glow appeared between her palm and his bruised and bleeding skin.

It took a few moments and it was healed, as if it never happened. Sakura stood and took her boyfriend’s hand. “Alright, it’s done. You two play nice now, okay?” She said patronizingly before heading towards the door.

Ino grinned, “You too.” She was rewarded with a bright, yet wicked smile from her friend before the door closed between them.

Her smile wilted as she turned and treaded back into the bathroom. She watched as Kiba splashed water over his face to loosen up the dried blood that caked it. Leaning against the door with a shoulder, her arms crossed and balanced on one foot as the other idly scratched at her calve. When finally he had washed away the remains of his broken nose, he studied his reflection in her water spotted mirror. There was no sign of his broken nose and the pain of it was a distant memory. He met her gaze through the mirror, watching her with carefully impassive features.

“I’ll get you some clothes.” She said, using that excuse to break away from his stare.

A hand roughly shoved her against the wall before she could step out of the way. As she tried to push away, his heavy body pinned her there and pressed the side of her face into the wall. Ino’s violet gaze shifted to the impassive face above her. Kiba stood there with an intense look in his dark eyes before his mouth dipped down and bit down on the junction where her neck met her shoulder. She hissed in pain and bucked back, inadvertently grinding her bottom into his groin. His jaw bulged as he bit down harder, breaking her skin.

The hand still pressing against her back pushed up her spine and tangled roughly in her hair, yanking her head to the side so that he could further access her blushing skin. Tearing his teeth away, he ran his tongue along the welts he had caused before nipping at the shell of her ear. His harsh breath brushed across her sensitive eardrum, causing thrilling jolts to ricochet up and down her body. “Let me have you, Ino. Just for the night, let me taste you.”

She wanted to say she was tired but he had awakened in her a beast that needed fed. She whimpered and squirmed against his grinding hips, feeling his throbbing shaft framed against the cleft of her buttocks. Her Pavlovian response to his state of arousal muted the voice that told her to refuse, that she was in over her head. Pushing away with her hands planted against the wall, she turned and kissed him hard.

Already soaked through the thin material of her cotton panties, the pads of his finger brushed against her heat. With a small rumbling moan, Kiba ran his tongue across her bottom lip before sliding into her mouth. At the same time, his finger slid deeper into her core, pushing against the pulsing heat that enclosed that lone digit. It was enough to drive all thoughts of foreplay out of each of their minds. “Turn around.” He growled the order right against her ear, his breath fanning across her ear and neck.

She obeyed without thinking, bracing herself against the wall as her shorts were jerked around her ankles. Ino watched, like a rabbit caught in the tantalizing gaze of a snake as Kiba unzipped his pants and pulled out his engorged member. It fell against her clenching posterior and a wordless sound escaped her as his hot skin made contact with hers. He wasn’t in her and already, she found herself ready to explode. Every nerve was on fire, ever particle of her being screamed to have him in her.

His bruising grip on her hips guided her to a more convenient position. Her body arched so only her breasts, shoulders, neck and head touched the wall. She used her arms as leverage to keep him from slamming her fully into the sheetrock but the effort proved futile. He shoved himself into her with a force that drove a harsh grunt from her mouth. She had barely enough time to recover her reeling senses before she was hit again, her womb filled almost full enough that it was painful.

Above her, she could hear Kiba moan with effort. He shucked his bloodstained shirt, carelessly tossing it over his shoulder while he pounded into her eager body. Riding the waves of fire that crashed over her, Ino used her arms to push back and meet his punishing pace only further deepening his furious strokes.

“I’m coming!” She cried breathlessly, her arms giving out. She pressed her forehead against the wall and felt her body strain, the muscles of her stomach and thighs bunching before giving out completely.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He growled, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from falling down. He pulled himself out and dragged her across the hallway where he threw her face down on the bed. She moaned softly as she rode the last ripples of her jarring orgasm. Kiba pushed her towards the headboard and then lay between her outstretched legs. His tongue brushed across the supple curve of her bottom, following an unseen path to the inside of her thigh where her leg melded to her hip. Opening her legs wider, he delved into her heat. Pressing his mouth greedily against her, his tongue lashed out against her quivering entrance and immediately, his taste buds were seared with her delicious musk. He moved his mouth upwards, licking broadly at her pink core as his finger moved inside of her.

Her body arched upwards, pushed up with her arms against the mattress. She rocked her head back and moaned while his tongue laved away at the delicate creases at the apex of her thighs. A hand pushed against one of her cheeks, baring her second entrance. She squeaked in alarm as his tongue massaged there. She had never been touched there and so when he sucked and licked with her mouth, the sensation seemed foreign but was not entirely undesirable. “Kiba!” She cried, her voice sounding a bit scared and unsure but for the most part, fuelled by the passion he was beginning to reawaken.

He knew she was wonderfully responsive. He had been able to grasp as much when he had been with her the two times before but he had never taken the time to appreciate it. Now that he had her alone, in her bed and wanting him entirely, he had every intention of enjoying her hypersensitive flesh. She tasted and felt so damn good. Every inch of her was soft, yet steely with muscles that only a kunoichi of her calibre possessed. “You taste so good, Ino.” He whispered against one quivering thigh, nipping at it and watching the muscle jump beneath her pale skin.

She collapsed against the bed, breathing hard and writhing, a vision of carnal beauty. With another moan as his finger pumped in and out of her, she said breathlessly, “Kiba. I-I… need…”

Without another word, he was above her. He wrapped an arm around her hips and drew them up with pressing her back down. Her rear was bared to the cool night air and his lustful attentions, Ino quivered with anticipation. “I am not gonna take you normally, Ino. It’s gonna hurt a bit at first. But keep relaxed.” He husked as his fingers delved deeper into her warmth before withdrawing, soaked with her juices. He slid himself into her once, twice, thrice before pulling out completely. She moaned again, shuddered again but kept compliant as a soaked digit probed at her most private place.

He didn’t lie when he said it’d hurt. She screamed and immediately was overcome with the need to dispel what was causing her pain. A hand shoved her roughly down on the bed as Kiba’s heavy body kept her there. She squirmed, inadvertently causing him to slide out partially. He twitched his hips, sliding further into her reluctant body and grit back the need to move more. The pleasure, her incredibly heat wrapped around him so completely that it was taking all his will not to come.

“Ino! Calm down.”

She took a deep breath, willing her body to relax and accept the foreign invasion. From the tips of her feet to the top of her head seemed to vibrate with a dense, heavy need that made her almost sick to her stomach. She had felt this before, sometime far, far away from where she was now. In a place that had brought her some vague shred of happiness, away from the insanity of her life.

He moved gently, adjusting himself and inadvertently bumping up against something that sent violent jolts up and down Ino’s spine. She moaned softly, her grip on her wrinkled bedsheets tightening. With a small, satisfied grin the canine-nin moved again, just an experimental twitch of his hips and got a reaction that satisfied him. “Move.” She hissed between clenched teeth.

“Touch yourself, Ino.”

Again, obeying him without a word, the blonde reached between her legs and brushed a finger against her slick, moist skin. He moved then, pulling out almost completely before sliding in again and bumping against that same place that sent more shivers cascading up and down her back. “Oh god.” She whined softly, closing her eyes as he repeated, this time with a bit more strength and surety in his movement. Unwittingly, she bucked back and he stabbed into her with a force that made her lurch forward and bury her face into the pillow.

“I can’t keep this pace, Ino.” He said in a voice high and strained with need.

“More.” She said greedily, bucking back again.

The steady pace that he set soon grew just as frantic and as violent as it had in the hallway. Soon, Ino was biting down on a pillow as the pain-pleasure swamped her senses. Kiba was above her, gasping and panting as he fought back the need to find release. He could sense that Ino was close but not close enough.

He flopped onto his side, hugging her hips tightly to his to make sure the connection was not broken. He lifted her weight up against his chest so that her back lay flush against him. She sat up and moved forward and Kiba watched, entranced, as his length slid out of her stretched entrance. A hand reached down a cupped her muscular bottom. His fingers gripped tightly enough to leave red marks against her skin which was already blushing from the continuous abuse it had suffered over his attentions. She placed her own hands on his thighs as she moved forward, leaning heavily on them as she drove herself backwards.

It came on him suddenly, the last of his restraint was beginning to crumble, “Ino, I’m going to cum!” He hissed between clenched teeth.

Speeding up, a small sound escaped her lips for each thrust she took. The muscles shuddered and she threw back her head as the power of her orgasm arched her back. “Yes!” She screamed, thrusting back hard. Reaching between her legs, she massaged his clenching sac as his own released smashed into him with the force of an avalanche. She wavered before bonelessly pitching forward between his legs and onto the mattress.

They lay still, listening to the roaring of blood in their ears as they relearned to breathe. Kiba realized the tenuous link between them was still there. He sat up carefully and dragged her across the valley of rumpled bedclothes so that he could cup her body and savour the last of their physical connection.

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The early morning sun filtered through the gauzy material that covered her large bedroom window. Despite the window being closed, he could still hear the sounds of a bustling city center. He cracked an eye open and found himself nuzzling against soft, pale flesh. He kissed it, breathing in deep the intoxicating smells of sex and woman. He tried to sit up and found his skin had adhered slightly to her pleasant bottom. It peeled away with a small, obscene noise that made him wince. She moaned softly, in her sleep and turned towards the loss of warmth, her hands twitching as if she wanted to reach out to grab hold of something.

“Shika…” She whispered softly, her voice sounded frantic despite its lack of force. He watched as her relaxed face folded into a deep frown, a small sob ghosting across her plump lips. Kiba felt his heart’s steady rhythm as another word fell from her sleep slackened mouth, “Kiba…”

Instinctively, Kiba bent down and brushed a kiss across those quivering lips. She stilled then, and slowly came to life as his tongue slide across the seam of her mouth. He was startled to feel arms loop themselves lazily over his neck and pull him down against her naked body. Their kiss carried on, gentle and lackadaisical as if both were moving in the viscid depths of their dreams. They broke apart, their breaths fanned across their faces as their foreheads pressed together. He looked up and found himself confronted by a wide, expressionless violet gaze.

“Kiba.” She said again, her embrace shifting as she hugged him tightly to her body.

Sex in the morning, slow and gentle ensued. He knew she was sore but her shinobi training kept her from betraying that sensation. When finally they collapsed in a shivering collection of jellied limbs, Kiba lifted his head and kissed her lips gently, “I’m here, Ino.” He said simply and that seemed to be enough for her.

TBC