The Beast and the Dog

Zimm Note: So I seriously hope this holds up to all the damn hype I've created with the last six chapters. Man sex scenes are a pain sometimes. XD Hope you enjoy this. And the plot starts to thicken now. ^^

Part I - Best Things Are Ruff
Chapter Seven: Boiling Point

Hana walked towards her mother who stood on top the roof of the clan house and stared out into the forest beyond. Tsume was wearing an odd look as if she were highly pleased with something, something not so innocent. She stopped beside her and looked out wondering if maybe she would know what it was, but found nothing. What the hell was so great?

“What are you looking at mother?”

“You’re brother is out there right now.”

Hana rolled her eyes, “he’s always out there mom. He’s always hunting things with Akamaru.”

“No Hana, Akamaru is in Kiba’s room.”

“Wait he’s out there alone?”

“No, he’s playing a little bit of Hide and Seek.”

Hana scoffed, “that’s a game for children.”

“Not when it’s played between two adults it’s not.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Hana frowned.

Tsume looked at her daughter and grinned, “you should try it sometime, just you and one other adult.”

Hana seemed unconvinced, “who’s out there then?”

Tsume rolled her eyes, “don’t be an idiot. There is only one person Kiba would be out there trying to fuck.”

With that the woman jumped off the building her dog companion coming up beside her to walk along. Hana watched her mother walk away with a glare. Since when did hide and seek get you laid?

*******

Gaara slammed himself against a large sycamore tree when Kiba landed on a tree branch a few yards away, and calmed his beating heart. It would not do to be caught now, he was having just a little to much fun to get captured now. Shukaku laughed in his head and he grinned when her mirth cascaded over him. Kiba moved and he froze every muscle in his body.

“Ally ally oxen free…” Kiba called out into the forest in a low and dangerous tone that had him shivering.

The redhead bit his lip and refused to move, he would not give his position away no matter how hyped up by the game he was. He listened as Kiba took a deep breath in and groan, Gaara closed his eyes and choked down on his own groan.

“I know your close pussy cat…” Kiba growled. “I can smell you all over this place.”

Gaara’s stomach twisted in his gut, Shukaku told him to get ready to move and he tightened his muscles.

“Here kitty kitty kitty….”

Gaara moved quickly and jumped to the next tree catching a branch with his hands allowing Shukaku’s reflexes to stop his fall. He turned to Kiba standing where he once was, and the man chuckled.

“You’re much faster that I thought. Good thing to, don’t want to make this fuckin’ easy.”

Gaara smirked.

“Yeah, go ahead and laugh, I’m gonna catch ya and then I’m gonna fuck ya into the ground.”

Gaara straightened and crossed his arms against his chest, “you can try.”

“Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun…” Kiba growled.

Gaara pushed off the branch and landed gracefully onto the ground twenty feet below when Kiba came at him again. “It’s been an hour already and you haven’t caught me.”

“I’m not really trying.”

“Sure you’re not,” Gaara replied but knew it was true which was why he was so fucking turned on at the moment.

Kiba growled, “that a challenge?”

Gaara just stared at him watching the man drop to the ground a few feet away. The way Kiba held himself made him wish he had his gourd on him, and he hadn’t felt like that in at least two years unless he was on a mission. He still had sand with him of course, he would be a fool not to. The redhead knew he was going to loose, just like Naruto usually lost against him, because his heart wasn’t really in it. Because… really… he wanted it to end with him as the looser, but he wasn’t going to let Kiba win easily.

Kiba jumped at him only to get snagged on the sand which lifted him up and upside down. Gaara’s eyes twinkled with amusement when the man cursed. The redhead tossed the man further away from him and his back his a tree trunk. He almost felt sorry for the nin, almost.

Kiba rose from the ground chuckling, “so that’s how its gonna be is it?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’ll fuckin’ play that game.”

Kiba came running at him, and he quickly turned running the other way. It was all so childish he knew, he could have just smashed him under the sand but instead he ran. Occasionally having the sand trip the other man up.

“Fuck,” Kiba swore as he tripped again. “That’s it I’m gonna use somethin’ new.”

Gaara paused and looked over his shoulder, “new?”

They made eye contact, “yep new…”

The redhead’s eyes widened when he realized the smell was off. A genjutsu? He looked at the fake Kiba and glared before moving just in time as the man appeared behind him. The fake one disappeared as he landed off to the left away from the nin.

“That’s pretty impressive, I don’t fall for things like that.” Gaara called out.

He stiffened when a kunai was pressed to his throat, “what’s really impressive is I just won.”

Green eyes slid over to the man that came up from behind him leaning in over his right shoulder. He looked back as the other Kiba who swung a kunai in his finger faded away, the illusion dissipating. Interesting, the Uchiha couldn’t even get him. The dog nin had used it when his mind was on other things and distracted by the game.

“What a dirty handed trick.” Gaara admitted.

Kiba chuckled and dragged his nose up the side of his neck, “yeah but it turns you on don’t it.”

In a flash Kiba threw the kunai and it thunked into a near by tree as Gaara turned around and collided his mouth against the dog nin’s. It had been the sexiest under handed move anyone had ever used on him, hell yeah it turned him on. Kiba’s hands went to the front of his robes and yanked on the side ripping the buttons not bothering to undo them. Gaara’s own hands slid into the dark brown hair his fingers pressing into the scalp causing the dog nin to groan and rock his hips.

Tongues warred and Gaara pulled back biting the bottom lip of the other man. He found himself slammed into a tree for the trouble and the air left him momentarily. Clawed fingers slid up under his shirt and pressed into his soft underbelly making him quiver and arch into the hands. Kiba’s tongue slid up his neck from his collar bone growling his dominance and he moaned dropping his head back in submission.

His burgundy jacket was torn off and tossed somewhere into the forest around him and his own hands flew to the front of Kiba’s coat unzipping it so fast and with such ferocity that he snapped it off at the end. A mouth closed down on his neck causing his arms to convulse in the shirt he held ripping it as he cried out his eyes tightly shut.

“That’s right, I want you loud…” Kiba breathed into his ear while roughly grabbing his hips and tugging them into his.

When clothed hardness brushed against another his eyes rolled to the back of his and a moan was ripped from his throat. His shirt suddenly disappeared before he was shoved to the ground landing on his knees. Behind him Kiba removed his coat and tattered shirt throwing them into the ground with more force than was needed. Then a body was pressed into his back side, strong arms sliding up under him.

A tongue darted out and dragged up a sweat slick back along the spin tasting the salty skin, a low growl emitting from the Kiba’s throat. Below him the redhead shivered and he grinned rubbing his clothed straining cock against Gaara’s back side. The man gasped between his clenched teeth and Kiba was quite satisfied with himself.

The brunette pulled back and took a deep breath in, the dark yet tangy scent meshing with the dangerous power and blood hit the back of his throat and he whimpered feeling his more animalistic side pulling to the forefront. Sliding his hands down to the hem of Gaara’s pants he yanked them back and down to bunch at the redhead’s knees.

He had never once been attracted to a man, not even in his dreams, and yet when Gaara had shown up in Konoha for those chunnin exams he’d had dangerous fantasies about this particular man. He had of course denied it, who would want to take on such a man, but as the years had rolled on he had found it harder and harder to stay away. Now with Gaara on his knees posterior naked for him to look upon, he wonder how the fuck he ever found the fairer sex appealing.

Kiba smirked as a wicked idea came to mind, and the flat of his palm came down on the man’s right cheek. Gaara jerked forward, choking on a sound he’d made, and his fingers dug into the earth below. The brunette chuckled licking over his offense only to nip at in the end. He knew Gaara liked it, he could smell it and besides that, the man wasn’t trying to hide it. In fact, Gaara was loosing some of that control he had.

“You liked that didn’t you,” Kiba purred while dragging his fingers down the man’s sides.

Gaara groaned, “fuck yes…”

“Thought so.”

His tongue slid between the cheeks to tease a puckered entrance, a wicked thing that he would have never thought himself capable of.

“Christ!” The redhead called out in surprise.

Having gotten a fairly good reaction Kiba decided to continue on with this, one of his hands going to the front of his pants to rub momentarily at his throbbing cock. Red tongue dipped in between the milky white globes again flicking the entrance and the redhead bit back a sound his body tensing. Kiba pulled back a moment and smacked the left side this time and Gaara groaned.

“That’s better, “Kiba told the man. “No holding back those fuckin’ sounds I want to hear it all.”

“Fuck you…”

Kiba grinned and slid his tongue against Gaara’s rectum again while he slid a hand up the man’s length none to gently. Gaara groaned long and low and the sound caused the dog nin to shiver. Mother of dogs… Gaara was to fuckin’ hot for words. Kiba pushed just the tip of his tongue past the first ring of muscle and pulled it back before pushing it further in the second time.

Gaara’s fingers curled and dug into the moist dirt clawing it as once again that maddening tongue pushed in and teasingly fucked him. His hips were starting to twitch with movement and he fought to keep control, but it was a loosing battle. The next time the tongue delve in Kiba twirled it and Shukaku’s voice broke free once again as a long keen emitted from his throat.

The digit left him and he whined, which was something rather embarrassing but he couldn’t really think to care. A rough hand wrapped around his red and swollen member and pulled from base to tip and his mouth dropped open as a loud groan came forth. Behind him Kiba moaned and bit his hip causing him to jerk, but it all felt wonderful. Another tug and a finger was pressed into him wet and rushed causing him to start panting.

“Fuck…” Kiba panted his hips jerking in quick motions as he became less patient.

He had to wait, had to stretch the man, that much he knew. Kiba had seen Sai after he’d gotten back from his mission, and had swallowed his [ride to ask him the embarrassing question of how to fuck another man. Sai had strangely not made fun of him and had explained the finer details, even handed him a small little kit. He would have to thank the man later for not being his usual fuckin’ tool self. Another groan from the man below had his attention come back and he whined, licking at Gaara’s back.

Sliding a second finger in he moved them stretching the velvety feeling muscle convulsing around his digits. How many damn fingers was it? He couldn’t fuckin’ remember all he could think about was bitching Gaara and making the man cry out his name in wanton. He pressed a third in just to be safe, and he gritted his teeth as the redhead started to rock back into his fingers and he watched half dazed as they moved in and out. In about a minuet that was going to be is fuckin’ cock and it was going to be great.

Gaara panted into the ground his hips moving on their own as his body heated up and he couldn’t rightly think anymore. Forehead resting on his arm, hair falling forward and his cheeks flushed he allowed sound to escape between his lips with every rock back into those finger that were to much and not enough all at once.

“Kiba, for the love of,” a sound that Shukaku made ripped past his teeth when fingers skimmed a spot that had him seeing stars. “Fuck. Me. ALREADY!”

Kiba groaned as he smathered more gel onto his cock and positioned the tip against the other man’s entrance taking a few deep breaths. Pushing in he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. The man was fuckin’ tight as all hell.

“Fuckin’ tight….” he whimpered pushing a little further in.

Gaara lifted himself up on shaky arms panting, locked his jaw tight and shoved himself back against the other man. The both of them cried out as their bodies were overloaded with sensation. Kiba leaned forward and rested his sweaty forehead between his shoulders and panted the man’s body shaking with occasional spasms. Slowly he pried open his eyes, and took deep breaths inward to calm his beating heart. The smell of the other man drifted into his senses and he moaned in his throat.

The first time he had ever actually registered that scent was a day he had to bar himself in a room and think, because even then it had enticed him to play. Shukaku had told him who it had been, because he’d made an excuse not to stay at the time. Inuzuka, Kiba’s scent had hit him hard and unforgiving and he’d almost moved to go see who it was. A sexual urge had bubbled up from the pit of his stomach and he’d panicked telling his sister he had to go, do whatever it was he had told her.

On the way towards his room he’d scared a few people and probably made everyone jump when he’d slammed the door behind him. His eyes wide he slid to the floor and tried to make sense of everything that had happened. That moment had been shortly after he’d become Kazekage, shortly after remembering he was still human. With that knowledge had come body reactions he’d never really paid attention to. One of those reactions being his body tightening in a place he hadn’t even really known about other than to take a piss.

Before Naruto had left the blond had been nice enough to show him what was to be done, and had also warned him of the yearly problem he would be encountering. Gaara had understood it then, that when he’d been his most crazy was when it was the demon’s once a year heat. He had started to panic wondering if maybe he was experiencing that, but Shukaku had explained that it was just Kiba.

Every time after that when his scent made it to his nose, the smell of the wild hunt; salty, fresh, wind blown, excitement rushed through him and he was hard pressed to stay put. Not that anyone would have been able to tell he kept it hidden under his flat stare arms crossed in front of him. Over the years he’d gone and sniffed just about everything he could trying to figure out what exactly the Inuzuka smelt like Temari had never looked the same after he had sniffed her, come to think of it neither had Kankurou.

A tongue slid up over his left shoulder followed by fang points and it brought him back from his memories. The feeling made him moan and bite his bottom lip. A cool nose dug into the nape of his neck and hot breath washed over his sweaty skin making him shiver.

“So good… you smell amazing.” The man groaned then pulled out.

Gaara moaned in return and when the man moved to push back in he rocked his hips into it. Kiba chuckled into his ear, the sound of it was meant to be teasing and it aggravated him.

“But you like that don’t you,” Kiba growled moving out again. “You like knowing you drive me fuckin’ crazy with need.”

Gaara groaned pushing back into the man’s rolling hips, it was true he did like it.

“Cuz you’re a fuckin’ teasing bitch aren’t cha?” He asked snapping his hips forward.

“Yes!” Gaara cried out closing his eyes tightly.

Kiba’s groan morphed into his words, “you want me to be left beggin’ for ya.”

Gaara gritted his teeth trying not to answer but with another snap forward that pushed him into the ground, “fuck.”

A hand slid up to close around his neck, not to tight a warning, as Kiba moved up into him again. “That’s not an answer.”

“Yes,” Gaara panted out.

The hands slid away, “such a tease…” Kiba purred.

A clawed hand dragged up his sweat slick back, up over his neck, and into his hair. His mind flashed back to earlier that day when he had promised hair pulling. Once again his heart started to slam into his ribcage at the thought, and when those fingers fisted tugging at his hair right against the scalp he groaned the man’s name.

“Yeah, baby make noise for me.” The man panted above him pulling back on his hair.

Automatically he pushed back onto the cock trying to lesson the pain of the pull and he cried out. The man relented his pull sliding back out, only to tug again causing Gaara to piston back against him. Kiba groaned loud and low as Gaara once again cried out, Shukaku’s voice mingling with his own.

“Louder bitch,” Kiba commanded.

With the next yank back and roll of hips into him Gaara’s voice cracked as he screamed, “KIBA!”

Kiba’s fingers dug into Gaara’s left side as he yanked back again and slammed his hips forward shifting the position just a little. The redhead’s next cry was almost a sob, and it came from behind clenched teeth. They were both close, he could tell and he let go of the red hair to take hold of the pale neck once again leaning over the other man. Trailing his tongue up the man’s neck he came to a stop just behind the shell of his ear.

Rocking his hips back in again and tightening his hold around the neck just a little he came biting down on the neck bared for him. The redhead moaned his name one last time reaching his own climax. The two panted catching their breath, and Kiba licked at the wound he’d caused tasting the tang of blood on his tongue.

Gaara groaned, “don’t’ do that..”

Kiba grinned, “or what?”

The redhead stirred and then went back to being limp his forehead resting on his arm, “when I have the strength again I’m going to rip you apart.”

Kiba chuckled and laved at the bite mark again, “I have a bit then.”

Gaara was about to retort but he yelped instead when he was spun around and slammed into the ground the Inuzuka looming above him. Before his breath was back lips collided with his and he sucked in breath from his nose. A tongue he knew to be very talented slid into his mouth and he groaned when he tasted his own blood. Pushing the man back he bit his bottom lip hard, then laved at the bloody lip when Kiba growled.

Rough hands racked down his torso and his body arched into them, as his softening member twitched to life. His own hands slid up the strong sweaty arms of the other man, and he tangled his fingers in brown when he got there, bringing the man’s mouth back against his. Teasingly he dragged his tongue against the upper fangs brushing just the tip across the top of Kiba’s mouth. The man above him groaned his hands clamping down on his thighs painfully. Gaara knew he would be so bruised tomorrow.

He pulled away from the kiss, “if we’re doing this again, then we need to move.”

Kiba licked up his neck growling and it caused him to shiver, “my clan, my clan house isn’t far from here.”

He choked on his words and shut his eyes tight when a mouth tugged on his ear and sucked before he strangled out a reply, “fine we’ll go there.”

*********

He wasn’t sure how they had made it back to his room without being seen, but the moment they arrived he’d kicked his buddy out and slid the door shut with a bang. Akamaru had huffed, but Kiba could heard and smell the dog just on the other side of the door making sure no one came and interrupted them. He was about to say something but found his mouth occupied with a tongue and he groaned tangling his own with Gaara’s.

Hands roamed up his arms nails raking the skin just barely, then scaled his neck, before finally settling in his hair. He groaned, his own hands rising to grab a hold of the other man possessively. Kiba was suddenly made aware that the individual he was kissing wasn’t just Gaara when the scent of the demon rolled over him, the chakra making the hair on his neck stand on end. A purr emitted from the redhead’s chest and he shivered, Gaara was letting go of his control even more so now.

They pulled back from the kiss and Kiba sucked in the breath when his hazel came into contact with shimmering green-gold luminescent under thick lashes and surrounded by dark rings. He was starting to loose control of this, the female scent making it harder to concentrate. Gaara turned away from him and walked over to his many dark blue and brown pillows and sheets. He didn’t have a bed, none of his family did just lots of comfortable things on the ground to lie in.

Kiba watched as fingers hooked into the waist band of burgundy pants and slid the fabric down a bit before pausing. Gaara’s head turned just enough that Kiba could make out the man’s glowing eye looking at him over a naked shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’ve lost your balls now,” he teased.

The brunette growled, “no.”

The man pushed the pants down revealing that ass and then let go, the cloth piling at his feet, “then why are you over there?”

Kiba fought with indecision for a moment before the redhead rose a hand back and towards him flexing elegant fingers in a come hither motion. His legs moved on their own, as did his hands pulling off his pants to be left on the floor as he went towards the man with out thought. The redhead turned around just as he got to him and their naked bodies pushed flushed against one another.

The dog nin took a deep breath in of the man before him nuzzling into his neck with a moan. When the redhead smelled him back he felt his insides quiver his arms tightening around the other man as he turned to putty, oh fuck did he have it bad.

“Kiba,” the man spoke into his ear in that sexy bedroom voice.

He couldn’t do anything than groan in reply his hips rocking forward.

“I don’t want to stand here all night,” Gaara finished sounding amused.

Kiba dropped to his knees as his hands slid down to Gaara’s thighs lifting him up onto his waist. Strong thighs wrapped around him and he brought their lips together again. Tongue brushed his upper canines and he growled in warning, it didn’t matter though Gaara was busy playing with him now. Not that he minded of course, he was enjoying the attention immensely.

Gaara settled down taking him all again and they groaned in unison. Fingers dug into his back dragging up the indent where his spine was settled between muscles as he rolled his hips. A tongue skimmed over and up his neck one hand fisting his hair and he moaned Gaara’s name. The man was surprisingly passionate, not the man Naruto and Kyuubii had described at all.

The redhead bit into the side of his neck drawing blood and he called out loudly from the pleasurable pain. With every move of his hips Gaara let out sounds that rolled over his senses turning him on more with every one of them as he got louder. Kiba looked up into the man’s face just to watch the usually blank pallet move and contort into ones of pleasure, lush swollen lips parted when he made those maddening sounds. The skin moist with sweat the red hair clinging to it, and the man’s face slightly flushed.

“Stop staring you pervert.” Gaara told him burring his face in the crook of his neck.

Kiba moved his hands up the man’s back as the redhead rolled his hips into him enjoying the feel of muscles moving under them. He would never, ever be able to be with another human being again. His mother was right, Gaara was it for him.

“Can’t help it, fuckin’ sexy.” He breathed into the man’s ear.

Gaara’s moan rolled into his next words, “dammit Kiba…”

The dog nin shivered at the sound of his name rolling off that man’s tongue in such a manner. He groaned low in his throat with the next movement of hips feeling himself closing in on his second orgasm. It wouldn’t be much longer and his hand snuck between them to stroke the redhead’s manhood. Even the sight of the other’s man-ness wasn’t a turn off, in fact it was the exact opposite as he found himself growing even more excited. He’d caused the man to be hard, him, he’d done that.

“You really are a fuckin’ perv you know that?” Gaara panted amused.

“Only when it’s you,” he said truthfully without thought.

Hands tightened on his back nails digging in, but that was the only indication that his words had been heard and understood. A wave a of panic was squashed down when a mouth was placed over his and he groaned into it, eyes closing. Only ever for this man, he would only ever be this way for him. A groan was his answer even though he hadn’t said one damn thing out loud he’d put it into the kiss getting possessive.

A hands slid down his slick shoulder and left arm while the other one went down his back then both came back up dragging nails as the man came hard between them. Tight muscles clamped around him and he only managed one more thrust before he too succumbed to his orgasm.

********

She looked up from her book at the wall across from her pillow bed as the two more than likely orgasmed calling one another’s names loud enough to shake things. Her eyes twinkled in amusement as her hand roughly pet behind her companion’s ears. The dog huffed and grouched a moment.

“Yes, my son is quite loud tonight.” She agreed, “but think about poor Akamaru who got booted out of the room.”

The dog seemed to consider this and settled down, she no doubt felt sorry for the white pup. She herself had been there many times back in the day.

“What do you think? He a keeper?” She asked her companion.

The dog looked at her and grumbled something.

“Mm, it probably won’t be simple. Nothing worth anything ever is.” She agreed her eyes sliding back to her book in hand.

She would keep her fingers crossed for her son though, she may pick on him considerably more than she did Hana, but she wanted him to be happy all the same.

“I’m guessing, three more times before they call it a night. New mates are always like that.”

Her dog snorted and countered her guess with two.

“You wanna bet on that?”

A harrumphed yes was her reply.

“Alright your on.”

********

He rose quietly and pulled on his pants and shirt, his coat was somewhere lost in the forest. He resisted the urge to growl about that one, he would have to settle for looking for it later. Gaara stopped even breathing when the Inuzuka made a sound and moved, when the man didn’t wake he quietly made his way to the sliding door. He opened it only to be stopped by the large white dog.

“Get out of my way,” he whispered harshly.

The dog glared at him but moved none the less, he broke eye contact with Akamaru feeling guilt wash over him. Shukaku didn’t help it any, with the harsh things she was calling him. He glanced back at Kiba and bit his bottom lip in indecision, then shut his eyes tightly closing the door. Akamaru growled quietly his displeasure of him abandoning his master.

“Don’t start too,” he begged the dog.

Fuck, reduced to begging a fuckin’ dog not to make him feel worse.

“Leaving so soon? That’s disappointing.” A woman said from behind him.

He turned to stare at a woman with brown hair that looked just like Kiba, fantastic nothing like a good dosing of mother’s concern to add to his great mood.

“I have responsibilities that I must get ready for,” he told her lamely and cursed under his breath.

“Of course Kazekage-sama.” She replied.

Gaara turned away not bothering with any sort of formal goodbye or acknowledgment. He had to get the fuck out of there before he crawled back into the pillows and sheets with Kiba. Shukaku growled her displeasure and he clamped down on her just so he didn’t have to listen. He couldn’t however clamp down on the feeling burning in his chest.

Shame was a nasty thing in deed.

~TBC~