Hinata Comes of Age

Chapter 7: Teamwork

The revenge plans weren’t going too well. Somehow, Kiba and Shino had assumed she wanted their company to drink away her sorrow at finding out her childhood sweetheart wasn’t the man for her. They’d brought over beer and saki. Hinata hadn’t done a lot of clubbing or drinking—her shyness and her worry about her father objecting to her dating or drinking had been enough in the past to make her limit her alcohol intake around her teammates and friends. But now in her own apartment with no worries about getting home safely or being scolded by her father, Hinata decided there was no reason not to have some of the beer Kiba and Shino had brought over. She was eighteen now—it was time to start cutting loose.

And really—her first love affair was over—how could she not drink and mourn a little? The Naruto of her dreams and her fantasies had proven to be just that—a fantasy. It wasn’t surprising really that Naruto was so much more wild and experimental in bed, Hinata thought. Her dream “Naruto” and she had long conversations, but when had she and Naruto ever talked in real life? The hyperactive blonde had always made Hinata’s head whirl when she’d try to talk to him—she’d passed out on Naruto more times than she’d managed to stay conscious. Marrying someone who makes you faint all the time is really a dumb idea, Hinata told herself in consolation.

Lost in her thoughts about Naruto, Hinata didn’t realize how much she was drinking. When Kiba and Shino started making Saki bombs, however, she realized that maybe all of them were getting a little too drunk. When Kiba punched Shino for taking the last pretzels, the bug nin slid off the chair and just crashed to the ground. Hinata and Kiba exchanged shocked glances—Shino seemed the least likely of the three to get falling-on-your-ass drunk. As Kiba helped Shino back in the chair, Hinata asked Shino, “Should I cook something for you, Shino? I’m sorry—I called you two over at dinnertime, and all we’ve done is drink. I haven’t even had lunch, actually,” added Hinata.

“Let’s order take-out,” said Kiba.

“I had a bottle of vodka for lunch,” said Shino.

“What the hell?” said Kiba.

“Oh, Shino, I’m sorry,” said Hinata nervously.

“It’s all your fault, Kiba! Why do you have to make a joke of my feelings for Hinata? Why did you say that Hinata was dumping Naruto for me? What, do you think that I’m made of stone? Shit, I—oh, god, I’m way too drunk. I’m leaving—this is the vodka talking, just, just forget I said anything. She wants you anyway.”

“Excuse me, Shino, but don’t you think you should ask me who I want before jumping to conclusions? That is, ah, well, you were, ah, talking about me, weren’t you?” asked Hinata, suddenly feeling like she was presuming. Really, did Shino care enough about her to spend a day drinking over it? A rush of emotion flooded Hinata—all good ones. Shino had feelings—romantic feelings--for her? Had she been a fool looking for love and overlooking it when it was right next to her the whole time?

“Come on, Hinata, tell us. If you had to marry one of us tonight, which would it be?” asked Shino.

“Marry? God, you two really don’t get the way the Hyuugas work do you?” said Hinata bitterly pouring herself more saki. “If I was madly in love with one of you who loved me back, my family wouldn’t hesitate one second to force me to marry the other one and ruin all our years of friendship, ruin our team, ruin everything. Don’t you get it? The reason I moved out and decided to—to, to sleep around—was because I’m going to be turned into a Hyuuga baby-breeding machine one day. I won’t have a say.”

“Ok, ok, so if you had to sleep with one of us tonight, which of us would it be?” asked Shino.

“You ass! How could I ever pick one of you over the other—we’re a team! I love you both! I want to sleep with you both! I want, oh my god, did I just say that? I want to die, now, please,” said Hinata, putting her head on the table.

“So what’s position 88?” asked Kiba.

“Kiba! You, you—“ started Hinata angrily, but the picture of position 88 popped into her head, and she started to giggle. “That position requires three guys and one woman,” said Hinata, “and as much as I love Akamaru, I’m not having sex with him.”

At that Akamaru started barking furiously and running around Hinata’s apartment. Hinata’s giggles turned into that helpless, deep laughter that you couldn’t stop, that made your stomach hurt. Kiba and Shino started laughing as well.

“There’s no more saki,” said Hinata, which made them all laugh again—clearly, they didn’t need anymore to drink. But Kiba remembered where the alcohol had gone the day of the big move, and he just got up and opened one of Hinata’s bottles of saki. It was neither warm nor cold, but none of them complained.

But when only twenty minutes later, Shino’s head went down on the table and stayed down, Kiba and Hinata felt guilty. “Can you carry him into my bedroom, Kiba? We can just put him on the bed and let him sleep it off. We’ll get some takeout and maybe he’ll wake up in a bit, so we can get some food in him.”

When Shino was laying on the bed, Hinata carefully took off his dark glasses and hitai-ate while Kiba took off his sandals.

“Maybe we should take off his coat, too,” said Hinata. “He could puke on it, and then he wouldn’t have anything to wear.”

Kiba looked at Hinata, thinking he could think of no better reason why Shino’s coat should stay on—so if Shino did puke, he’d do it on his jacket, not Hinata’s bedding. But Hinata was already undoing Shino’s jacket. Kiba felt himself start to harden, thinking about Hinata undressing both Shino and himself. Suddenly taking off Shino’s clothes sounded like a brilliant idea. As Kiba held up his friend, so Hinata could pull the jacket off him, “Rebound sex—hot, threesome rebound sex,” seemed to be all Kiba’s brain could think about. So as Hinata was carefully hanging up Shino’s heavy jacket in her closet, Kiba went right for Shino’s pants.

When Hinata turned around to return to the bed, Kiba had already pulled off Shino’s pants, leaving him in a pair of rather ugly plaid boxers. Hinata found herself blushing and trying not to stare at Shino’s naked legs and the interesting sight of his underwear. Shino loved to keep covered in loose, baggy clothes. He hid his bugs and weapons in them, but he also hid himself. Underneath those clothes of his was a sexy, sculpted body that he never showed off. Shino’s concealing clothing had originally been chosen for convenience, and he’d never bothered to change his style. Looking at Shino in a tight green t-shirt and those green and blue plaid boxes, Hinata couldn’t help put notice the muscles in Shino’s arms and legs, the way he filled that t-shirt and boxers, the way the hair on his legs was just enough to make it clear these were a man’s legs, but not too much. None of Shino’s bugs were out on his body although stripped down, the little spots on his arms, wrist, neck, and legs where they usually emerged were visible.

Hinata and Kiba knew that some people hated and feared Shino and his clan for their use of bugs—but growing up together, it had never bothered either of them. Shino’s bugs had saved both of their lives and were just part of him. But some of the cruel things that had been said to him in childhood and in their early teens made him reluctant to let anyone look at his body closely. To Hinata however, those little concave spots where the skin could retract to release Shino’s bugs where a sign of his prowess as a ninja, his strength in battle. They were nothing to be ashamed of.

Kiba ordered Akamaru to watch over Shino and call them if there was a problem. After a bit of arguing the take-out was ordered, and silence fell in Hinata’s little kitchen.

“I wish he wouldn’t hide his body so much,” said Hinata breaking the silence.

“Is the pot calling the kettle black now?” asked Kiba.

“I don’t wear that big coat anymore,” said Hinata defensively.

“Do you even own a top that isn’t two sizes too big?” retorted Kiba.

“My clothes fit,” insisted Hinata.

“Yeah, but they aren’t sexy, Hinata. You could be the sexiest woman in this town if you would let yourself,” said Kiba.

“I could?”

“Yeah. First of all, you need some high heels. They’ll give you a little more height, show off the curve of your shin, and, frankly, heels are just fucking hot. And you need some tops that hug your body—you’ve got one of the best set of---uh, well, you’ve got really, ah—well, you got great boobs, you know, dammit.”

“Kiba, you’re blushing!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!” insisted Hinata. Kiba rolled his eyes.

“Kiba?”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“Out with it Hyuuga, just ask me.”

“How did you know I wanted to ask you something?”

“How long have we been teammates?”

“Yes, but I’ve been teammates with Shino just as long, and I, I, I—“

“You want to know if he really wants to go out with you?”

Hinata blushed bright red but still said clearly, “Yes.”

“You know you and Naruto do have one thing in common—you can’t see what’s in front of you when it comes to romance. Years of devotion completely unseen,” said Kiba.

“Years of devotion? Shino’s liked me for years? But I’ve never seen him around me, and I have Byukugan—I can read human chakra 360 degrees around me.”

“How often do you see butterflies in Konoha, Hinata?”

“What does that have to do with things?”

“How often?”

“Everyday practically. Konoha is a big butterfly breeding area,” said Hinata impatiently.

“No, it isn’t. Shino told you that didn’t he?” said Kiba. Hinata’s mouth feel open, and she said nothing. “Butterflies are how he tracks you, Hinata. I don’t know when he started doing it; I’ve only know about it for four years.”

“Four years?”

“Yea, four years,” said Kiba seriously.

“Why didn’t you say something?” demanded Hinata.

“Why? So you could tell him he didn’t have a chance because you loved Naruto? How would that help him?”

“But, but, but—“

Akamaru suddenly started barking loudly. Hinata and Kiba raced into the bedroom. Hinata’s bedroom was full of flying butterflies. But neither Hinata or Kiba were looking at them. Shino’s cock was erect and out of his boxers. He was thrusting his hips up, fucking a dark sleeve of what Hinata and Kiba knew was a dense, tight cloud of bugs. His cock would slide out and then buck up into that black sleeve.

“Hinata, Hinata,” moaned Shino.

Hinata moved over to the bedside and looked down into Shino’s face. His eyes were closed. `Could he be dreaming? Is this just an alcohol-induced sex dream? Does he have a fever? Maybe this is some hallucination,' wondered Hinata. She put her hand on Shino’s forehead and whispered, “Shino, Shino.”

Shino’s eyes flew open and with a cry he came. Hinata felt something hit her shoulder and looked away from Shino’s face to see one last spurt of cum spray from Shino’s penis. The black bugs were gone. Shino’s member relaxed against his boxers and began to shrink. Hinata shook herself, realizing she was starting and turned towards Kiba. Neither he nor Akamaru were in the bedroom anymore. The crowd of butterflies continued to circle.

Hinata turned to face Shino just as Shino was sitting up—and their faces touched. Shino wrapped his arms around Hinata, holding her there, and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, a quiet kiss, but a very, very thorough one. But when their lips separated, the first word from both their mouths was “Kiba.”

“You first,” said Hinata.

“I don’t want to hurt Kiba,” said Shino.

“I don’t either,” said Hinata.

Shino head tilted towards the door, and Hinata nodded. The butterflies suddenly flew to the window and settled on the curtains. Shino pulled off his t-shirt and cleaned up his cum as calmly as if he’d done this in front of Hinata a hundred times before. Hinata waited at the door for Shino and then pulled it open. Akamaru was lying in the hallway and barked, jumping up and guiding them to the living room.

Kiba was lying down on the couch, swigging Hinata’s vodka directly from the bottle.

Hinata ran over to the couch and tugged at the bottle, saying, “Oh, Kiba, don’t, don’t. We don’t need you collapsing drunk, too.”

“If that’s what it takes to get a kiss from you, why shouldn’t I drink?” said Kiba.

“Kiba, I’ve kissed you hundreds of times before when you were sober. You’re not making any sense,” said Hinata.

“You used me, Hinata, just used me.”

“Kiba! That’s not true,” snapped Shino. “And you kiss everybody, so what are you complaining about?”

“If Hinata’s going to sleep with us, it should be together. I’ll go crazy otherwise wondering what she did with you that she didn’t do with me. Or worrying about you when I’m trying to make love. I don’t want to hurt you, Shino,” said Kiba.

“I was kissing Hinata in her bedroom on her bed, and it was the best kiss of my life, but you would pop into my mind, Kiba. I knew you would be out here freaking out. Neither Hinata or I wants to hurt you either,” said Shino.

“Maybe we should just not do anything?” said Hinata.

“No,” said Kiba and Shino together.

“We should just have sex together and see what happens. We all love each other. Maybe we are all meant to be together,” said Kiba.

“If we don’t do this now, we’ll never do it. And we’ll always wonder. Always. We’ll die wondering,” said Shino coming up behind Hinata and rubbing her shoulders.

Hinata finally said, “I want to know, too.”

Kiba stood up from the couch and leaned in and kissed Hinata. His lips and kiss were familiar—they’d kissed enough to know exactly was the other liked. But with Shino’s hands on her back, it was more arousing that any kiss of Kiba’s had ever been. Then Kiba pulled away and turned Hinata towards Shino. Shino’s mouth descended, and this time it was Kiba at her back. But Kiba, being Kiba, was already hard. The sound of his jeans being unzipped made Hinata try to tug away from Shino’s kiss, but he held her firmly, and his tongue continued its slow, sexy exploration of her mouth.

Then she could feel Kiba’s cock rubbing against her ass. Even as Shino’s tongue and kiss made her shiver, she could feel Kiba’s hands tugging down her soft wool pants, letting them pool around her ankles. Her own hands were exploring Shino’s naked back and arms.

Shino broke his kiss with Hinata and lifted her up in his arms. “Get the food, Kiba, and bring it into the bedroom. You’re the most dressed.”

Hinata blushed as Shino carried her towards the bedroom like a bride. The doorbell rang before they reached the bedroom, but it wasn’t until the bedroom door was shut that the sounds of Kiba and the deliveryman could be heard. Shino set Hinata down on the bed, saying he would fetch them drinks and dishes. Hinata leaned back on her pillow in shock. Was she really going to sleep with her two teammates?

Soon the bed was covered with the three of them and take-out. Except for the fact that Shino was in nothing but a pair of stained plaid boxers and Hinata had no slacks on, it could have been any meal they’d shared. They all knew each other’s tastes. Kiba ate all the eel; Shino needed twice as much soy sauce as the others, and Hinata wouldn’t eat wasabi. Shino and Kiba split her wasabi, adding it to their own food. They didn’t need to talk about this—it was just the way they ate together.

When the food was gone, the three of them stripped in silence and lay down on the bed like they had on so many missions with Hinata in the middle. Hinata lay there on her back while Kiba and Shino in perfect coordination kissed down from her shoulder to her breasts. They suckled a nipple a piece, and eerily again in sinc their mouths moved lower. They rocked Hinata’s body on her side facing Shino, and then they both resumed their licking and kissing. Hinata could feel Kiba’s tongue sliding down the crack of her ass while Shino’s licked over her clit heading towards her vagina. They raised her upper leg, increasing their access, and then simultaneously their tongues each found the hole they were looking for.

It was too late to stop, but Hinata found herself oddly detached. It’s probably not a good time to realize that you only love a man as a friend just as he’s sliding his tongue into your vagina or anus, but even as Hinata felt herself quivering from the double onset, she new this wasn’t her destiny. The mouths pulled away together at exactly the same moment, and for just a bit Hinata thought her two teammates, too, were feeling something wasn’t right. But then two wet fingers slid into her—front and back.

The sensation was overwhelming—too much. Hinata shook and tried to roll first on her face, then on her back, but Shino and Kiba moved up, and she was trapped between them. Shino’s chest was against hers, and Kiba’s pressed against her back. The fingers—now two from each—thrust in and out in the same rhythm, making the same movements—circling, scissoring, pushing in and out. But it didn’t feel the same—her ass wasn’t used to this. Kiba’s fingers felt too big, and Shino’s felt too small. And nothing was touching her clitoris.

When each slid in a third finger, Hinata felt even more detached—yes, she was being stretched, yes her teammates were penetrating her. Shino and Kiba were moaning and panting like she had never heard either one of them do—they were gasping out little things. Kiba’s whispers of “So good, so fucking good” were echoing Shino’s “Yes, oh, my god, yes, yes.” `It’s like their making love to each other,’ thought Hinata—`Oh! Fuck! They are—this is about them! They’re in love.’

“Kiba, are you ready?” asked Shino, pulling out his fingers just as Kiba did.

“Yeah, yeah, just a little more lube,” replied Kiba.

Hinata felt them both position themselves. She opened her mouth to say, “Stop”—but it was too late—oh god, she was dying—she was being split open, filled beyond what she could handle. This, this was worse than having sex with Naruto. At least Naruto wanted a woman.

They were thrusting in and out, each movement perfectly matched. Hinata started to sob, and then she couldn’t stop. They pulled out in perfect unison. Hinata focused her chakra and leaped up from the bed to land standing on the floor at the foot end of the mattress. Kiba and Shino lay on their back, still erect, looking at her in shock.

“You want each other, you love each other, you are meant to be lovers, you're in perfect sinc with each other. I’m not needed here. This isn’t for me. I love you both. I want you both to be happy. And I know now. There are no regrets, no questions. I’m going to Ino’s,” said Hinata. She walked out of the bedroom naked and shut the door. She had a backpack in the hall closet with a change of clothes in it. She quickly pulled on the pants and t-shirt from the pack, tossed the pack on her shoulder as it had all her emergency gear in it—she could always camp out if she couldn’t find someone to bunk with.

As Hinata walked slowly away from her apartment, she crossed off Kiba and Shino from her list. She’d probably sleep with them again on mission sometime if they want to—sometime when they’d worked out their relationship. But it sort of made sense—Shino the virgin and Kiba the whore—both looking for what they couldn’t find in women—looking for each other.

Hinata stopped and cried, “Byukugan!” She looked back at her apartment. Well, from the way certain chakra points were located in the body of another set of chakra points, it sure looked like her partners were well on their way to being partners of a different nature.

It suddenly occurred to Hinata that she should have taken the vodka bottle. Oh, well, Ino would have some and a shoulder to cry on.