Teaching Without Leaving Any Room For Doubt

A.N. Here is next chapter ~LEMON~ ^^ I hope you guys like it, thanks for reading...:3
**Dances w/sexy boys!!**


As it turn out the after party was a resounding success, with producers, directors, songwriters, and legions of the ‘posh get-to-knows’ in the entertainment field. The Skyler Hotel nestled on the out skirts of the Leaf Village, in a formerly unused portion of the dynamic country. The redevelopments of the twenty-acre resort well known as an exclusive as well as inclusive private get away for those with deep pockets.

The Hotel had designated two buffet halls for entertainment with a third for cocktails and light refreshment. At quarter past ten, the place was filled to the seam; upon Will of Fire’s arrival with their trail of groupies, Itachi informed security to allow selective fans, with VIP Gold badges to join the festivities.

This also includes nearly a hundred members of the press keen to find out more about the group’s next venture, as well details on their generous but elusive benefactor. The music manager cleverly avoided any direct questions about his investors; a certain level of privacy is appreciated after all. He also would only speculate about the group’s future aspirations.

Sasuke and Kiba found themselves sat at a table in the ‘Othello Room’ that featured club music and seem to have more guest dancing and mingling with their overpriced drinks, from the cash bar.

“Come on Sasuke who’re you dating,” a busty fan girl, with bubblegum pink lips, hair and halter top begged.

The raven grinned, his arms spread across the back of the olive green couch he, and Kiba had staked out for the last three hours, with other members of the band. Although Lee, had disappeared on the dance floor with a person dressed head to foot in a shimmering royal blue, outfit with silver buttons down the front and decorating the sleeves. His lengthy hair twisted up in the back with a chopstick.

“No one yet,” he said sheepishly.

“I’m done,” Kiba said getting to his feet and heading out the club.

Sasuke watched him leave and wonder if he should just leave as well. He lifted his beer and sighed heavily watching the crowd.

Shino pushed up his clear silver spectacles sipping his ‘drink’ he gazed at Naruto’s reflection in the mirror behind an assortment of multi-colored liquor bottles. The music changed to a slower beat at the same moment violet eyes tracked the retreating back of his true purpose for organizing the after party. Kiba passed through a patio door and across a garden courtyard into the night.

“Well you game,” Naruto elbowed the physician who was paying him little attention. The blonde followed the doctor’s gaze but could not tell whom he was watching covertly.

“Sure,” he said shortly placing his glass on the bar, and easing between the dense bodies without waiting to see if Naruto would follow.

In the middle of the dance floor, the hero placed a hand on the doctor’s waist, halting him. Shino froze and then leaned back against Naruto’s hard chest tilting his head up so it rested on the muscular shoulder of his dance partner.

They both swayed slowly with the romantic beat hard ass against hard meat. Naruto chuckles, while gyrating his hips and takes the lead with the lean doctor snaking his firm physique against him as if there was nowhere else he would rather be at this moment.

“You’re good.”

The doctor did not respond he just folded an arm behind Naruto’s neck, digging his fingers in the blonde crop, and pulls the man down toward his neck.

Naruto took the hint; blue eyes scan the crowd he then smirks. “We got an audience,” he ghost hot breath over the physician and then gently pecks the supple neck.

“You are a bad influence Uzumaki,” Shino nods then turns pulling the blonde chest to chest. Their eyes held each other while hips bump swaying side to side.

“He’s seen; you can stop anytime you want,” Naruto grins.

“What’s the point in stopping now, you need to make a statement.” Shino runs long fingers down the golden chest, pulling open his tan leather vest. A blue and orange stone necklace decorated the muscled ridges.

Sasuke dropped his beer it spilled down soaking his low-rise leather pants; but that alone did not put the frost in his heart. He jumped to his feet hand covering his mouth as Naruto tilted Shino’s chin and eased their mouths together.

That is when Uchiha Sasuke fled, tears stinging his dark eyes. He pelted out the door nearly knocking several people of their feet, slamming in to the exit door so hard some of the inset glass panes shattered. Sasuke didn’t stop at the sound, but he did deviate when he encountered a large crowd of press in the main lobby, blocking the only exit out of the hotel. Distraught he quickly ducked down another corridor that ended with several elevators, each only accessible with a cardkey.

“Hey are you Sasuke?”

The Raven fished out the card Itachi had given him after the concert and shoved it into the slot. He glanced back to see several reporters peering down the hall. ‘Shit! Fuck!’

“THAT IS SASUKE!” A female report jeers, grabbing her photographer and closing in on the elusive vocalist.

“Not now, I don’t feel well,” he said mentally cursing the slow elevator.

“Just one question,” Another reporter asked as the mirror faced elevator chimed and Sasuke ducked in before the double doors open completely.

He jammed the only button in the express elevator keeping his face away from the cameras and nosey reporters.

Sasuke heard one final “Please,” just as the doors closed. He leaned against the safety rail and pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the steady flow of tears.

He shook his head, all the times he had called Naruto, and he had not bothered to call him back!

‘What an idiot to think that the guy really cares about me.’ Despite his efforts, he could not stop the tears from cascading down; gratefully the elevator arrived at his floor.

With only one door, Sasuke tried the card key and wiped his face with the back of his hand, before entering, just in case his brother had decided to use the room as well.

If Sasuke had stayed or confronted the golden hero, he would have seen that things were not as they appeared. With barely an inch between their lips, Shino halted Naruto. “I think you went too far,” Shino said.

Naruto blinked himself out of his fog and, look back to where Sasuke had been sitting a few moments ago. Strong golden hands fell free from the doctors body, he turned fully searching the dance floor.

“Where did he go?”

“That way,” Shino pointed toward the stunned onlookers and the broken door.

Following his gaze, Naruto turned back to say thanks only catching the doctor waving a raised hand as he retreated into the crowd. The hero then spun following Sasuke’s lead. He had wanted to get even but not utterly devastate him, after watching Sasuke’s live performance, and the way he waxed the floor with Karin. Not to mention the way he had kissed her at the end of his concert, (Naruto had been too angry to see how the octo-pussy chick had to be removed.) his only motivation was to get back to Konoha and teach the raven a lesson in how to behave when your lover is out of town.

Naruto found the same set of elevators and using his original key, he inserted the card impatiently. He could not explain to his lover that he has been on a secret mission that no one in the village is to know about.

To everyone he was ‘retired’ but actually he still works with the secret police, and would need to leave at times when the need arise. The most significant portion of this responsibility is that he could not contact love ones while in the field, or he would risk blowing his cover or worse lead undesirables back to the village.

Naruto shook his head, first things first, he would not let Sasuke’s hurt feelings stop him from giving the raven a piece of his mind about his stage conduct.

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The hotel courtyard connected each dining hall with the others via an outdoor patio dining area. The doctor admired a geisha water fountain at the center of the courtyard, which also displays a soft halo of light beneath the water surface and pouring out each vase tenderly gripped in the figurines marble hands. The four geishas’ kneel back to back in the central portion of the fountain. A soft smile curled the corners of Shino’s mouth at the faint sound of a piano under the booming club music.

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The Animal sat in the Ambassador dining hall. The room closed to hotel guest for the evening, but he had let himself in to brood. Upon seeing the grand piano, he could not resist a little music therapy to cool his temper and relax the anxious emotions swirling in his head. Kiba lightly pressed out a tune that had been in his head for weeks, he mumbled out the lyrics under his breath, trying to forget the annoying call from his former comrade just before he had gone on stage. Who does Shino think he is telling him the show is too provocative and that he should reconsider his wardrobe?

The drummer – bass player – piano enthusiast hit the wrong cord swearing under his breath. ‘That bug nerd! Big Bug-eye freak!’ he pounded out a harsh tone, his long fingers skipping effortlessly over the notes.

“…go home get stoned…cause the sex is so much better when you’re mad at me…”

He rocked back and forth on the mahogany bench, crooning to the crystal chandelier over the richly colored instrument.

“Nice did you write it?” Shino asked a surprised pseudo pianist.

Kiba blinked his fingers frozen over the piano keys. He turned back to the piano gulping down a tight stitch in his chest, and working his jaw to produce a response.

“What are you doing here?” He grumbled pressing the keys again but with less force than before.

Shino dropped his grey jacket across the nearest chair depositing his diamond cufflinks in a champagne glass at the same table. He rolled his sleeves up and joined Kiba on the narrow piano bench. Sliding his hips against the drummer until Inuzuka allowed him room to sit.

Kiba stared shocked at the physician’s action, his fingers once again hovering over the silent instrument.

“I like the tune, did you write it yourself?” Shino asked, pressing out a similar chorus.

The Animal scowls then reach between Shino’s hands and directed each digit on its proper key. With the doctor arching a curious eyebrow amused with Kiba’s instruction.

“Not like that, like this,” he grouched. “You need to push harder,” he added, pressing Shino’s velvet soft fingers against the keys.

Shino followed suit mimicking the musicians tune, he smiled lightly as Kiba mumbled lyrics under his breath.

“….if it’s not perfect I’ll perfect it until my heart explodes…”

“What’s the true meaning behind the song,” Shino said once again applying a feathers’ touch to each key. “I think your tune can be smoothed out a bit; softened if you get my meaning.”

“No-I-Don’t!” Kiba snapped pounding the piano with each word.

“I see.”

Green eyes blazed as callused fingers glanced from far left to far right, demonstrating his musical dexterity to the surly, overbearing, medical professional; that he has had a crush on for longer than he cared to remember.

“You don’t see a dam thing!”

Shino placed his hands across the smooth ivory. “When I use force it’s too harsh, but when I stoke lightly it’s too soft,” Shino said irritably. “Perhaps,” he continued taking a deep breath, “on your guitar the harder version would be more appropriate.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” Kiba snapped, missing the underlying meaning from the doctor. “I don’t have my guitar.”

The doctor nodded, “Care to share the lyric’s purpose?”

Kiba grumbled a little mollified after his temper tantrum, and the fact that the other male was trying to be civil although critical, still Kiba had to give Shino credit for not attacking him from the beginning.

He tapped out the melody again thinking on how the words had formed for him. “It’s about couples or just relationships in general.”

“What about them?” Shino said glancing down at Kiba’s bare feet, on the piano pedals; he smirked toeing off his shoes as well.

Kiba responded as if irritated by the subject. “You know, just cut the bullshit, and get to showing each other how you really feel.”

Shino nodded, “Oh I see why you feel a hard edge works for the song.” He mimicked the tune once again, although still a softer version.

“You think you see Aburame,” he muttered.

The doctor plucked the keys again, he grit his teeth, ‘What do I have to loose, besides my pride?’ He glanced at Kiba’s scowling profile. “Are you ready to cut the ‘BS’?”

Kiba blinked staring at the man next to him, “What do you mean by that?”

“I think you know,” his long healing hands swept the keys perfectly rendering the song he had only just heard.

“Well call me slow on the up-take,” Kiba said shortly turning his attention back on the piano.

Shino stop playing pulling off his silver frames, he then leaned into Kiba brushing his lips over the corner of his mouth.

“Cut…The…Bull…Shit,” he whispered slowly.

Kiba hit the wrong cords staring at the doctor, mouth, and eyes wide.

“What?”

Shino leaned forward again taking Kiba’s flustering mouth in his in a chaste kiss. Kiba’s hands shot forward curling into the doctor’s hair claiming the man’s mouth in a painful demanding, throat mapping plunge.

They both parted gasping into each other’s mouth, staring intently at the other’s eyes and mouth. Shino dived down the musician’s neck sucking and nipping at his tight skin, while one hand strokes the vocalist back and the other tugs at the fastenings of Kiba’s leather pants.

Kiba clawed Shino’s shirt scraping his fingers down the physician’s body possessively and ripping his shirt open.

“Cut the bull, right Kiba?” Shino groaned pulling the pasted on leather pants insistently, while the musician lifts his ass anxiously. “Oh gods take them off!” The doctor demanded lapping at Kiba’s lower abs and inhaling the man’s intoxicating musk.

Two husky breaths and the pants peeled away revealing Kiba’s growing manhood. Trembling with excitement Shino licks the pinkish cap drinking sweet droplets of pre-cum before slicking up and down the hot shaft.

“Ahh…YESS!” Kiba hissed, lifting his hips toward the physician’s lips.

“Mmm…nnn…mm...” Shino moaned slurping Kiba balls deep, until sweet and salty musician juice coated his tongue and teeth.

“SHINO!”

The doctor lifts up dragging their mouths together again while shoving the drummer’s ass off the mahogany bench. Kiba quickly perched his butt on the ivory keys between Shino’s knees.

“Damit take them off!” Kiba squirms still trying to free his legs as the doctor resumed, where he left off, with quick lick on the wet slit, twirling his tongue over the Animals uncut head.

“Ohh…haa…” Kiba panted. His ass clenches as the sharp edge of piano keys pinched and scraped his tender cheeks. A new harsh and hard tune echoed from the instrument as Kiba pushed his cock in ‘his’ doctor’s mouth.

With a frustrated, “FUUUUUKKKK,” he extracted his limbs from the glove like leather pants placing his feet on the piano bench, caging the sucking surgeon between his knees.

The doctor gripped Kiba’s naked thighs, running his hands up and down the perfectly sculpted skin. He stood dropping his pants at his feet before continuing with his banquet of Kiba’s meat.

Kiba arched against the wooden instrument; arms out stretched gripping the expensive lacquered surface; hips thrusting, sweat dripping down his neck and glistening over his muscled chest. He panted through clenched teeth as a steady heat swirled in the pit of his stomach. The Animal fisted Shino’s hair slowing the doctor’s progress.

Shino groaned swallowing around the musician’s cock; he eased Kiba closer toward the edge a finger toying over his tight pucker, rubbing circles around the rim while staring determinately at the man over him.

“Slow down,” Kiba growled.

The doctor released Kiba’s meat with a soft ‘pop.’ “I can’t now,” he pushed a finger in Kiba’s hole, curving it directly on his prostate.

“AHHH!” the drummer protested, even though he thrust for more, his dick twitching, with a dribble of shiny fluids erupting down his shaft.

Shino traced the tiny treat to its starting point. “Didn’t you say harder?” he teased working his digit in and out the tight hole. He pulls out and strokes his own engorgement, spreading pre-cum over his palm and then squeezing two wetted fingers back in Kiba’s quivering opening.

Kiba grit his teeth, trying to stem his eruption, he hissed through clenched teeth, “With ahh… ah...”

Shino extended his tongue dipping in Kiba’s slit, “Hnn? Did you say something?” he cooed, kissing Kiba’s shaft.

“…muu..ssic haaha…” Kiba rasped his green eyes drinking in Shino’s blush colored lips.

The doctor dropped lower, sucking on Kiba’s tight sac and moaning long and slow.

The drummer-guitarist-piano enthusiast could not drag his gaze away from the man sexing his balls.

“N…nnot…SEX!”

He tightened his grip in Shino’s hair, the muscles in his forearm rippling beneath his sweat-dampened skin; his bicep muscle bulging as he curled his arm trying to drag the doctor away from his throbbing sex organs.

Shino ignored the pain of hairs parting with his scalp, moaning over Kiba’s testicles. He lapped hungrily at Kiba’s shaft, appreciating the scent and Kiba’s raspy voice crooning, to the ceiling.

“Oh gods!” Kiba yelled his cock spilling two shots of cum down the doctor’s throat.

“Not yet Inuzuka,” Shino gulped, lapping at the sweet musician essence. He pulled his fingers out while gripping the base if Kiba’s cock.

The drummer closed his eyes, ‘clench, clench, clench! Don’t look at him!’

“Look at me Kibaaa….” Shino moaned licking a path up his lover’s chest, until he reached the soft fuzz on his chin. He stood between Kiba’s spread legs, guiding his length to its target with one hand while still fisting the drummer with the other.

Green eyes met violet, Kiba craned his neck pressing their lips together, heart skipping in his throat; he drank in Aburame Shino body and soul.

“Fuuuucccckkkk…” the drummer hissed; although not certain if, it was his voice of the medical professionals. Since, Shino exclaimed a similar euphemism pushing in the wanting body while still constricting Kiba’s length in the softest hands, the musician has ever encountered. He stared intently in the violet eyes, mouth open, chest heaving, and sweat pouring down his brow, dripping down his chest.

Shino, did not see the jarring piano, or hear it for that matter, he gazed into an ocean tidal wave; frozen fully sheaved in Kiba’s tight body, his shirt down around his ass, but hanging open in the front.

“God you made me wait.”

“Yeah, so…”

“NEVER AGAIN!” Shino growled pulling out until only the head of his dick remains encased in Kiba’s rim; his hand strokes up his lover’s shaft.

Kiba rotated his hips, toes curling on the bench; piano protesting beneath his ass; he lifts as Shino thrust forward. “Ahhhhhhhh, haaaaahhaaa.”

“So?” Shino choked, thrusting in and sliding out, “Soooo gooodddd…”

The drummer still gripped dark hair, now pulling the doctor’s mouth hard against his while hissing between their kiss.

“Harder...”

“OH! Harder!”

“More please HARDER!”

The thrusting grunting, music pounding, men fucking grew louder; their demanding gasping words a lusty language that only they could speak; Shino pushing, Kiba filling. Arms locked, legs hooked, bodies smacking until both cried out with extended wails. One a baritone groan, the other a high-pitched rasp, with a tenor quiver.

Shino leaned heavily on Kiba’s sweat covered chest, his body still rigid after the intense eruption. He kissed over the drummer’s heart moving to the parted panting lips, and there surrendered any doubt he would love this man.

Kiba stroked the man’s back wondering why he is the only one mostly naked he snickered running his fingers over the white shirt again. “Cut the ‘BS’?”

“Famous last words,” the doctor whispered against his cheek.

“Last words before what?”

“Before…” he captured the drummer’s mouth, they both tremble, enjoying in the connection. Shino pulled back still kissing Kiba’s lips. “Before, I tell you something very important,” he smiles lightly poking his nose against the musician.

Kiba grinned, wiggling beneath the doctor, his butt numb from the hard ivory surface, “All I have to say Aburame is about fucking time.”

[TBC]