Bestial

A note on the spelling of “bestial” and its derivatives: So I’ve been waiting for someone to say this and it finally happened—that it’s “beastial” not “bestial.” It’s bestial. Type them both into your Word processors or look it up on a dictionary website or in a dictionary. It’s bestial, bestiality, and bestially. All have the root of “beast.” Ah, the wonders and joys of the English language. I have added an author’s note to this effect in Chapter One.

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This had to be the longest AN ever.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, there would be no Kakashi, because he’d be my looooooove slave. But I DO own Rafu. Not that I particularly want him. I might even be willing to loan him to you, if you ask nicely.

::blablabla:: Inner Sakura

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A large block of italics is a flashback.

Soundtrack: Fall to Fragments, Android Lust; album: The Dividing (although I listened to the album the entire time writing this, I began with this track, and oddly enough, ended with it too)

Chapter Eight

So here I am, topless and in my underwear again, kneeling on the ground. Kakashi was going to fix my chakra for me.

::Oh yeah! Touch me baby, touch me!::

It was difficult, but I managed to keep a straight face through the running string of fangirl musings from the entity formerly known as the Inner Me. After inking out more symbols that I vaguely recognized, Kakashi put his hand on my seal and removed it. Hinata had refreshed the sleep jutsu on the crazy masochistic chakra master—I mean Rafu, of course—and I was ready to be freed from the oppression of his chakra. Leaving his hand on my chest, Kakashi sent a pulse of chakra into me—oh, I actually felt it! He described what he was going to do, which sounded awfully similar to a medical trance to me, but I didn’t think that I would be able to feel it since my chakra senses had, for all intents and purposes, died. I felt each tiny path of my chakra circulation system become active and purified as Kakashi sent his chakra through my system, removing Rafu’s and leaving mine sparkling clean. When it was over, the sun was high in the sky and Kakashi pulled a massive ball of chakra out of my chest that tried to stick to me like raw dough.

Then he smashed the chakra into a tree, Raikiri-style, and told me to try a jutsu. The man wasn’t even panting, and I sent an admiring glance over his fine body—I mean I checked him over to make sure that he hadn’t strained himself! Eh heh heh heh… In all seriousness though, I definitely had a new appreciation for Kakashi; well, that’s what I told myself as I tried a water jutsu and water came from my fingertips.

Hinata left with Akamaru to go heal the villagers—Akamaru was to be her guard as he could easily alert Kiba and Kakashi in case anything happened to Hinata. Kakashi told me I was to stay with Kiba.

“What? Why Kiba? !” I screeched. Kakashi didn’t make a reply, only raised one infuriating eyebrow. Dammit, he knew that Kiba would just try to jump on me at the first chance.

::Damn I sure hope so.::

Idiots. I was surrounded by idiots and fools. I threw my hands up, muttering angrily to myself as I followed Kiba to examine the area that Rafu led me to while Kakashi apparently was going to guard the prisoner. Yeah, right, if by “guard” you mean: “read porn and jerk off all day.”

::He doesn’t need to read porn, I’d help him with that any day. HELL YEAH!::

Kiba jumped to the ground and I followed, looking around. I hadn’t realized how quickly I had been moving. The clearing—it was really more of a blank space in the middle of a lot of trees—was actually a fairly good distance away from camp, although it didn’t take long to get to, especially moving at ninja speed. Kiba immediately began sniffing around—I actually had never seen him do tracking before without Akamaru. He’d walk a few steps, sniff the air in various directions, and would go running off in a direction. After the third time that I nearly crashed into his back, I snapped.

“Do you think—mmf!”

Kiba clapped a hand to my mouth, and pushed me into the shadow of a tree. He lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice barely louder than a breath.

“I’ve caught the scents of two others. Stay quiet.” He removed his hand from my mouth.

“At least give me a signal when you’re going to stop,” I whispered, not as angry as I had been. I stretched my senses a bit, but I couldn’t feel any other chakra signatures. My chakra, however, was not at its most reliable.

“The scents…they’re distracting,” he gritted out. Distracted? He’s not supposed to be distracted. He’s one of our best shinobi at tracking. I’ve worked with him before tracking wounded or captured Leaf nin, and he’s always intensely focused—and he gives hand symbols to warn you when he’s stopping. But he looked like they were really bothering him.

I sniffed the air experimentally, not thinking I could actually smell anything, but willing to try to identify what it was that was distracting him.

It was faint, very faint, but I could smell it. Vanilla. I looked around and saw a vanilla flower and its fruits. Odd, though, because it isn’t native to the Fire Country. A few trees farther in, though, I saw another flower. I looked behind us, and sure enough, there was yet another. I was positive it hadn’t been there before. Movement caught the corner of my eye, and I looked to see a vine grow from the ground and wrap around a tree. A white flower opened, and the smell of vanilla increased in the air. A jutsu of some sort—it had to be from a Grass nin. They are experts are working with plant life.

“Are you in pain?” Maybe he was allergic or hypersensitive to it? I raised my hand to his head to see if I could diagnose the problem, but he caught my wrist in a tight grip.

“Go back to the camp,” he said through clenched teeth. He looked like whatever was afflicting him was really painful. I wish I had thought to bring our headsets and microphones, but I left them in the pack; this was supposed to be a short, minor, hopefully fruitless recon stint. I thought we were going to find a firepit and Rafu’s junk, and maybe be able to make fun of his underwear.

But despite my lack of foresight, I would never abandon my teammate! If he thought that I would just leave him here, he had another thought coming.

“If I create an air bubble around your head will that help?” I’ve used one before for things involving extensive diving. Maybe he couldn’t use chakra right now? If he would just let me get close enough to figure out what the problem was—

“Sakura, listen to what I’m saying. It isn’t safe for you to be near me when I can smell this.”

“Kiba, that’s ridiculous. I’ll just use a jutsu for rain and the smell will be gone.” He seized both of my wrists, but I pushed him away and in a matter of seconds, rain was falling down on us, and the smell lessened. I applied a fire jutsu to my hands and quickly began placing my hands on the vanilla flowers I saw before they got too wet, burning them to a crisp. Burnt vanilla? It smells awful.

“It’s too late for that,” Kiba growled. I think someone doesn’t like getting wet.

“Yes, well at least I don’t see any more vanilla flowers. Do you smell it still?” I lowered my voice. “Do you sense anyone?” I didn’t, but just because I couldn’t sense anything didn’t mean that that was the case. I looked around, still on the alert in case any other abnormal plant life sprang into view.

“Of course I can smell the flowers. All I can smell is the damn vanilla,” Kiba growled. He was quiet and looked around. “But I don’t sense anyone. Now it’s time for you to go back to camp.”

“You mean it’s time for us to—what the—Kiba!” I turned as I spoke and was distracted by the sight of fangs and claws.

“I thought you said you didn’t sense anyone.” I looked around, a bit disturbed, slightly fearful. The worse thing, in my opinion, is when you know your abilities are not at one hundred percent, and you have to be dependent on someone else’s ability to sense the opponent. It’s like being blind and deaf at the same time. I could feel my heart begin to beat a little faster, could feel my muscles tense and ready to move me at a moment’s notice.

“I don’t sense anyone,” he growled. “It’s the vanilla. It’s an aphrodisiac that animals, and ninjas with an enhanced sense of smell, are extremely sensitive to. That and your damned scent, woman, is making me lose control! Now go back to camp!” That came out as a roar.

I froze and stared at him. Oh. Vanilla. Aphrodisiac. I’d heard of that—but it wasn’t proven, and it’s just a scent, it’s not a jutsu or a drug. But of course I have to be paired with the ninja who has the ridiculously sensitive sense of smell. Ugh. I get the sneaking suspicion that someone up there is laughing their ass off at me. A crack made me focus outward again, and I saw Kiba take a step towards me. Now I knew how deer felt. I looked in his eyes—they were wild. I took a slow step to the side. Maybe…step…I’ll…step…listen to Kiba next time. I took off at a run and I heard Kiba howl and take after me.

::He’s going to eat us!! ::

I enhanced my speed with some chakra to my legs and continued to run. Okay, okay, bestiality. If I reverted to some sort of animalistic mentality, what would I be thinking? I’m aroused, so I want sex; I can smell a potential mate, so I want sex with her; she’s running away, so I must catch her. And then to add to that my adrenaline was going, and I knew that I smelled of fear. I was probably arousing all of his predator instincts as well by acting like prey. I had to stop being afraid. I tried to even my breathing, tried to find a rhythm in my running, but then Kiba popped out from a tree trunk in front of me and I shrieked and threw a punch at him as I tried to stop without crashing into him. Unfortunately, the slickness from my rain jutsu and my speed made that virtually impossible. I would have fallen straight into him except that he dodged my punch and I moved chakra to my feet to stop myself.

::Get a hold of yourself, woman, are you a kunoichi or not?!::

I felt his arm come near my waist and I ducked, trying to kick his legs out from underneath him. He jumped, and disappeared from my sight. I felt around, trying to sense his chakra, but he was cloaking it. Then I began molding chakra for the one sound jutsu I knew. Kakashi had copied it from a Sound nin. I still remember how the double bang scared the crap out of me. Even Kakashi had been vaguely surprised.

“A bang?” Kakashi said. “You planned on defeating me with a loud noise?” The normally dry tone was saturated in incredulity.

“It surprised you,” the Sound nin said, coming from behind Kakashi and succeeding in landing a kick. “That’s all it needed to do.”

I figured that the loudness would surprise Kiba and his sensitive ears enough so that I could get a few minutes to come up with a better strategy. Then a hand came from behind me and grabbed my left wrist.

“Look at what I caught,” Kiba purred as he nuzzled my hair near my ear.

“Yeah, you get a prize,” I said somewhat sarcastically. I quickly sped through the last two symbols using my right hand—you really don’t want to know how long it took me to learn to do that, and yes, of course I stole it from my memory of Haku. And I can only do it with my right hand, and for simple jutsus. It’s really difficult, because using only one hand makes it easier for the chakra to get out of control. Then I focused my chakra, and it seemed for a second that all the sound had been sucked away, and we were in a vacuum. Crap, did I do it wrong? Had I turned myself deaf?

A loud monotonic noise not unlike a door slamming rang in my ears. Kiba dropped my wrist and I darted away, clapping my hand over my ears. Damn, that was loud. I think I might have damaged my hearing—wait, I can fix that. Hm, no permanent damage, but my ears are definitely ringing. I guess I owe Kiba a check-up now. Wow, I won’t be using that jutsu anytime soon. I thought the volume before was because it had been two bangs, but I was definitely wrong.

I was hoping I could keep Kiba at bay long enough to get back to camp and have the effects of the vanilla wear off. But Kakashi had guard duty over the prisoner. Hm…maybe it would be better to stay over here. I’m getting kind of sick of him stepping in all of the time. I’m a big girl, I can handle it. Kiba caught up to me again, and reached out, but I aimed a kick, which he then tried to catch. It’s not easy trying to fend someone off who wants to hold you, not hurt you, and who is also faster than you. And I was wasting chakra trying to be faster than him. He was still smiling—enjoying the chase. I tried using a sleeping jutsu, but used the opportunity to just grab my hands and pin them above my head—of course, my back was to a tree trunk. We were after all, in a forest. There tend to be lots of handily placed trees for this sort of thing. So he won. Not that I was surprised—it was simply a matter of how long I could delay it. I should have continued with the “run away like there’s no tomorrow” option. Bleh. If we had been actually sparring though, I would have given him a run for his money, let’s get that straight right now.

“You owe me two prizes now,” he murmured as he lowered his mouth to mine. Well, far be it from me to let an opportunity like this go to waste. Good time to think of a strategy for a distraction…or…something. Who was I kidding? I had lost, but I was finding it hard to care. As long as the virginity stayed intact it was all—ooh, that felt gooood—he was nibbling on my lower lip, and I couldn’t stop myself from parting my lips for him. And then there was tongue. I was cool from the rain, and I was wet, and I felt like the fusion of our mouths was that much hotter because of the temperature contrast. His mouth tasted vaguely of mint as he expertly mingled his tongue with mine. He pulled back and flicked his tongue at the corner of my mouth, then nipped my lower lip again. I moved forward to try and kiss him, but he pulled back with a wicked smirk, and his hold on my wrists prevented me from closing the distance between our mouths. I pouted and he swooped in for another heated, intense kiss. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that I was the one who had become distracted, but Kiba’s mouth on my neck made that realization go out of the window with the rest of my brain.

He wasn’t rough—which I had expected him to be. Or rather, he wasn’t “throw me against a wall and take me now” rough. But I was beginning to see the merits of the rough sex as Kiba’s attentions began stoking a fire that he had started a week ago, and that Naruto and Shino had fanned. Oh, that was definitely a hand on my breast. When had he gotten my vest off? For that matter, when had my hands tangled themselves in his wet hair? I felt my nipple harden as he teased it through my bandeau and mesh shirt, and when he ground his hips into mine I wound a leg around his waist. He responded by cupping my butt and lifting me, which led to both of my legs tightly locked around his waist. It was reflex, I swear. Damn instincts.

I let my hands wander down to feel the strength in his broad shoulders, then let them slide down to his biceps, which were nicely flexed as his hands were still supporting the majority of my weight. I squeezed them—God, I love a man with nice arms—and moaned as responded by squeezing my ass. I didn’t think that would be such a turn on—the squeezing my butt thing. But his hands were so large and warm, and my butt fit into them really well. And then he was doing this great grinding motion with his hips that was hitting me exactly in that spot that made rational thought impossible.

“Look at me, Sakura,” he growled in my ear.

I cracked my eyes open to see that he was looking straight at me.

“What,” I managed to say in between pants.

“Watch,” and he gave me a sexy little grin before shifting so that he was using his lower body and only one hand to hold me up, then pulled my bandeau down around my waist, and pushed my mesh shirt up. He looked back up at me to make sure that I was watching, and of course, in my sexual haze I was fascinated by his movements. Then he lifted me higher, and bent his head, maintaining eye contact as his tongue slid out of his mouth and slowly circled the hardened tip of a nipple.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, arching my back, offering him my breasts so he would continue his delicious torture. I felt his hot mouth engulf my cool, rain-damp skin, and a brief nibble with his teeth that made me cry out before I felt him abruptly draw back, and I opened my eyes that I hadn’t realized I closed, and began to fall because suddenly Kiba wasn’t there anymore and I had no one to hold me up in the middle of the air. I saw Kiba go flying into another tree trunk and then I felt arms around me, cradling me, pulling my bandeau up and my shirt down, and putting a too-big vest over me. There was a voice speaking too, but I couldn’t hear what it was saying over the roar of my blood in my ears.

I was aching, I was wanting, and I was going to kill Kakashi for interrupting our moment. Couldn’t he see that I had everything under control? That my –ahem- distraction was working?

:: Yeah, if by distraction you mean impending orgasm. ::

It’s not like I was going to have sex with him, or anything. And we weren’t in any danger—we were too good to be caught unawares by the enemy. Although, our being taken by surprise by Kakashi really doesn’t support that statement. But I bet if it had been an enemy ninja, we would have known.

::You keep telling yourself that. I’m going to go pretend I’m still having dry sex with Kiba.::

Kakashi was still holding me and I was refusing to look at him. I seem to keep ending up in embarrassing situations on this mission that involve everyone seeing me topless. But being topless so you can be sealed and un-sealed, and being topless because you’re having a wild make-out session with your teammate are two entirely different things.

::Heh, do you suppose Kakashi would believe that we were getting a breast examination?::

Have I mentioned that I hate my life lately?


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What will Kakashi have to say about this? Will Kiba kick his ass? Where are the other two ninja whose scents Kiba found? Has Sakura changed her mind about getting involved with a guy—specifically Kiba? Find out next time!

AN: Three cheers for me, I got it done in under a week! Please leave a review and/or rating (AFF) on your way out! Thank you!

AN2: A poll: I’ve started on Ino’s story that takes place in the Bestial universe. Should I wait until I’ve finished Sakura’s story to begin posting, or should I wait a few chapters, or should I begin posting as soon as I finish the first chapter? Kill two birds with one stone—give me your vote in a review!