The Nara Oath

AN: Mmm will write more depending on the response. Hope you like.

Warnings; Shikamaru might be OOC. Sorry 'bout that.

Disclaimer; Naruto and all characters therein are the property of Misashi Kishimoto and Shounen Jump. I do not profit from the use of these characters in any way.

The Nara Oath.

Shikamaru thought. And for most people, this could hardly be considered a problem but to the one person who prided on making men stop that pesky habit, it was the bane of her existence. She bit back the impulse to slap him when he sat on his haunches, precariously balanced on the balls of his toes with fingertips touching and face screwed up in what was supposed to be a thoughtful expression. Quite frankly, Ino, the blonde goddess, had found the one thing that she couldn’t possibly have and it drove her up the wall that she couldn’t have it.

That wasn’t to say she hadn’t tried. In fact, she had intimate knowledge on how well he could move when he wanted to. She often wondered if the man ever got an erection out of spite for the constant sloth-like state he lived in.

“Oi… Ino-pig. You listening to me, or what?” Her best friend muttered, stabbing her in the arm with an iron like index finger.

Swatting away the jabbing hand, Ino speared her friend with a blue gaze that clearly said, ‘fuck off’. “And so Temari what?” she prompted before taking another drink of whatever it was that Sakura had pushed in front of her.

“I bought this sweet dress while I was shopping with her…“ The voice faded as she buried herself in her thoughts, which seemed to rotate entirely around her lazy teammate. “Unbelievably horny, I swear. I betcha it’d stir even a lazy guy like Shikamaru to life.”

Interest piqued, Ino stirred visibly. Lifting her head from the hand she had it leaning on, she stared at her friend, “A dress?”

“Well, like I’ve been telling you, Ino-pig. Haven’t you listened to a word that I’ve been saying?” She asked agitatedly.

“No, I’ve been thinking about a little problem.”

“Little? I didn’t know ‘little’ could be stacked six feet tall.” She snickered behind her strawberry daiquiri, obviously implying the height in which Shikamaru stood.

If it was suitable to stab a friend, Ino would have done so but seeing as it was generally frowned upon, she comforted herself with a few well-aimed insults, “You are one to talk. At least I had the sense to give up on Sasuke when I found out he was shagging Naruto.”

Sakura scowled, “Shut up.” Obviously, that barb had struck deeper than intended.

The blond bit her lip and grumbled, “Sorry Sakura. He’s a sore point for me.”

“It’s okay.” She muttered, but still bothered about it. She crossed her arms over her chest. Apparently her good mood had evaporated in a cloud of smoke at the mention of the illusive Uchiha heir.

‘Good Job, stupid.’ Ino inwardly berated herself, looking out across the dance floor

Grinning lasciviously, Sakura’s verdant eyes fixed on something just behind her shoulder. Ino turned to see what had caught her attention and gawked. Shikamaru stood with his hands in his pockets, a sulky look on his handsome tanned face. “Dammit, what’s he doing here?” She muttered before turning to look at her friend.

“We should invite him over!” The medic-nin said happily, hopping out of her seat before Ino could stop her.

She could hear Sakura’s voice over the thudding bass being pumped out by the speakers in each corner of the room. Scowling, the blond caught sight of Kiba lurking in the doorway to the dance club. She was getting suspicious of the dog boy, who was always moping around Shikamaru. There were words exchanged, eyebrows went up in surprise and gazes swept across the dance floor to where Ino sat. She turned beat red and hurled as many mental death threats as she could at her friend before meeting Shikamaru’s eyes. The object of her desire slid into the seat Sakura had vacated. Kiba, of course, had sidled in beside the lazy shinobi.

Sakura giggled and took a seat beside her friend, sharing a secretive look with the two men before turning her attention to Ino. “So…”

“So what?” The blonde asked darkly before polishing off her sweet, strong drink in a few greedy gulps.

“I’m gonna go and see what Hinata is up to. I just saw her a moment ago with her cousin in tote.” Sakura drifted away, melting into the packed dance floor. Ino gave her teammate a smirk as her fingers drew patters on her empty glass.

“Sakura told me that you wanted to talk to me.” Shikamaru muttered, leaning over the table like he was bored with her company.

“I don’t have anything to talk to you about. Sorry that she misled you.” Ino muttered, her eyes sweeping across the dance floor to search for her soon to be dead friend.

Kiba grinned toothily at her, “God this place reeks of arousal.”

She squirmed, “What?”

“God Yamanaka, can’t even control yourself. You cream your pants when he comes into sight and he hasn’t even done anything.” Dog boy taunted.

“Shut up, Kiba.” Ino snapped.

“Well if that’s not true then you will dance with me, then?”

“It’s not true but I won’t dance with you, regardless.” She said, her patience wearing, “And I don’t need to convince you, dog boy.”

“Oh?”

With a curse, she dragged herself out of the booth to leave but Kiba took this as his permission to drag her onto the dance floor. Hands dropped on to her hips, he pushed against her as he found the rhythm. “What are you doing, Kiba?” She asked, trying her best to pull herself out of his grasp.

“You know he wants you, right?” Kiba’s voice reverberated through her head, causing her anger to evaporate suddenly. “He talks about having you.” His hips seemed to punctuate his words, grinding into her as he spoke. “He wants to fuck you.”

“And what’s stopping him?”

“That’s not for me to say… but I will admit that I find the thought of having you very, very pleasing.”

Pushing his hands away from her hips, she muttered, “I’m flattered Kiba, but no.”

“I’m going to his house tonight… how about you come with me?” He asked, his mouth so close to her ear that his lips brushed against it. She bit her lip to keep her wits about her but at the same time, a hand traveled the curves of her body. Maybe if she’d consented, she could then beg off when they got out onto the street, she figured. He ran a brazen hand over her breast, all thoughts ceased. “Fine,” She agreed breathlessly. “Let’s get out of here.

Kiba turned and smiled at the other man, who seemed to take the hint and sauntered towards the crowded exit. He stood waiting, hands in pocket and bored look on his face as Ino got her coat.

“What’s going on, Kiba?” Shikamaru asked as he speared his female teammate with a confused look.

“She’s coming back to your place.”

“What, no. No she’s not.” He shook his head and turned his back, expecting that to be the end of the discussion.

Grabbing her hand, Kiba dragged her along with him as he caught up to the disdaining male. “You said I could have anyone I wanted.”

“Just not her.” He snapped, whirling around to glare at the shorter man.

“A deal is a deal. You didn’t stipulate that when the pact was made.” Kiba said simply.

Jerking her hand free of his grip, “Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” She said.

They were outside now. The night was warm and clear, the stars twinkled brightly in the sky. The air seemed heavy and still, almost stifling. Kiba turned on the woman and pushed her into the alleyway. It was a movement that was so sudden the shock of it made her compliant. In a couple of lengthened strides, he was standing so close to her that every tiny hair on her body seemed to stand up on end. Looking up into his eyes, she saw something that made her stomach twitch and her mouth go dry.

“Talk to me Kiba.” Shikamaru said softly, following the duo down the alleyway.

“She smells like a bitch in heat.” He replied under his breath, “Every time you are around… did you know that, Nara?”

Blushing from the pale roots of her hair down to her toes, Ino shoved at the man, “Shut up, Kiba!”

“Well, it’s true!” He said defensively, “And this is your chance to rectify the problem. I can see that you have him.” Kiba whispered in her ear before dragging his teeth down the delicate column of her neck.

She felt dizzy, like she was going to be sick. It certainly hadn’t been the drinks, seeing as she only had one. Stepping away from the man who invaded her personal space, Ino walked over to the ledge and stared down at the trash strewn ground. Presenting a rather lush backside to the hot and bothered dog-nin, Ino planted a palm against slimy bricks to balance herself. Hands slid around her waist and delved passed the waistline of her pants with a frightening efficiency. She cried and stood up, only grinding her body against the fully aroused male.

“What the hell, Inuzuka?” Shikamaru snapped, trying his best to shove his friend aside.

“She needs this.” Kiba growled, but it was obvious to the shadow-nin that she wasn’t the only one who needed it. The muscles in his forearm moved beneath sun darkened skin as his fingers found the delicate; weeping folds tucked neatly away in what he could only guess was a silk thong.

“Let me go!” She said weakly, pushing at the arm shoved down her pants. Dammit!, Ino railed silently, I haven’t been touched like this in months!

Glancing over his shoulder, he realized that they were attracting a crowd. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

Ino bucked against his fingers, grinding her behind into Kiba’s groin. She panted, her hips moving in an erratic circular motion as his pace grew. Wonderfully sensitive to his touch, she arched her back and dropped her head against his broad shoulder. Her voice of reason, which had always kept her from making overly ridiculous decisions, was strangely complacent. She knew in the small, unaffected part of her brain, that she shouldn’t be doing this and certainly not with the Inuzuka. He was the last person on earth that she wanted to touch him but at that moment, she didn’t care. All she wanted was relief from the undulating heat that he had stroked to life in her body.

Shikamaru, in the meant time, had kept strangely quiet as he watched the wonderfully erotic display in front of him. His mind surged towards the hand that was already delving his blonde teammate’s quivering thighs. Goddamn, if it was only him who had the courage to do that instead of the randy canine specialist.

Slipping a finger deeper into her heated center, Kiba tossed his friend a toothy grin. She seemed to buck her entire body as a yell reverberated from the back of her throat. Her movements became wilder, more erratic as Kiba’s fingers seemed to drag her closer to the brink of orgasm. “Don’t stop.” She pleaded grabbing his shaggy head and pulling him down to kiss him flush on the lips. From his vantage point, Shikamaru could see the slick, pink muscle as it slipped passed her lips and across a smirking mouth. Her eyes opened and locked onto him as her orgasm slammed into her full force. She tore her lips away, rocked her body so suddenly her breasts jutted against the cotton of her blouse. “Shikamaru!” Ino cried out as her knees gave out. Before she hit the slimy ground, a tanned arm caught her around the waist.

“Hear that Nara?” Kiba cackled, hoisting the woman over his shoulder like a limp sack, “Looks like we have some unresolved sexual tension between teammates.”

Ino wished that she was intoxicated, at least that would have buffeted her sullied pride. She was beyond embarrassed and toeing the line of mortification when the two young men took to the rooftops of Konoha. She gritted her teeth and slammed a fist into where she figured Kiba’s kidney’s to be. He let out a grunt and spilled her onto a rocky rooftop. She hit hard enough for her teeth to jar but luckily, she missed nipping her tongue entirely. Glaring up at the two men who loomed over her, she grated, “What do you two intend on doing?”

Taking a deep, noisy breath through his pert nose, Kiba’s ever present grin seemed to flare into something toothy and far too perverted for Ino’s liking. “You are ready to go so soon?”

“Shut up, dog boy.” She growled at him, standing and brushing the pebbles that clung to her small, black pleated skirt. “I’m going home.” Walking to the end of the building, she peered down at the street below. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the two men standing silently, watching her as she toed the edge of the roof. There was no question that she could pick her way down, she was a kunoichi after all, but something inside of her cemented her feet to the pavement. A cool wind whispered through the night air, pushing the folds of her skirt and exposing the drenched material of her panties. It seemed to ignite the steadily growing fire in her loins, making her stomach muscles quiver.

“Aren’t you going, Ino?” Shikamaru asked softly, his face lost in the shadows. She could tell his dark eyes were pinned to her back, she could feel their weight like a lead mantle.

Kiba smiled as his tongue darted out, licking his long fingers. “Shikamaru, she tastes as good as she smells.” She couldn’t look away as his mouth seemed to suck up his fingers, tongue swirling busily around tanned digits. “I’m telling you man, she’ll be good for you.”

He could sense the aching arousal in Kiba and so, his own seemed to intensify two-fold. More obscene descriptions rained from the shinobi’s smiling mouth as his saliva slicked fingers traced his lips. “Shut up, Kiba.” Shikamaru finally snapped, finding himself being turned on even more by those words. It was beginning to rattle him, how he was being affected by the thought of watching Ino being fucked by the dog boy, but it was something he would have definitely paid fine money to see. Figuring it was already too troublesome, that the kunoichi had probably made her mind up and was on the brink of leaving, Shikamaru didn’t bother to say anything encouraging to her.

“You aren’t going to ask me to stay?” She asked, her eyes seemed glazed with the after effects of what she had been doing in the alleyway below.. It was becoming hard to ignore and her hands were beginning to wander across her body as she lived her own fantasies that involved a completely uncharacteristic domineering Shikamaru. Her tongue darted out, wetting her wind chapped lips.

“What’s the use? You’ve already made up your mind to go.” He said reasonably, despite the rampaging imagination that was now dwelling on the idea of being between the silken thighs of a luscious, pliant blonde.

Kiba laughed, his hand snaking over Shikamaru’s broad shoulders. His mouth dipped close to the man’s ear, a tongue snaked out to trace the shell of his ear. Another hand motioned for the woman to near, his eyes watching the shock register on her flushed face. “Shikamaru, you want to give it to her?” Kiba asked softly, his words sending small spikes of pleasure through his brain.

His eyes narrowed, he felt far too humiliated to answer the question but as was his character, he answered in truth. “Yes.” A blush painted his high cheekbones as he felt Kiba’s erection press against the small of his back.

“Well, why don’t you tell her?”

Taking a dragging step towards them, she ran a hand through her hair and freed it from the clasp that held it in a tight bun against her head. At that point, she was too terrified to admit that it didn’t matter who gave it to her, as long as she got it. Too much thinking! The words screamed through her head like a typhoon, shredding the remnants of her self control.

Their faces were now just inches apart. A clawed hand hooked into the belt that she had cinching her waist and jerked her flush against his body. The contact sent a jolt through her body and made her gasp softly. Her mouth watered with anticipation of contact with the one in front of her. Tearing her eyes away from the stern line of his lips, she looked into the eyes that seemed to glimmer with inner machinations of a super-genius mind. Finally, her gaze slid from his face to the smirking one that loomed behind Shikamaru’s right ear.

“What is he to you?” Ino asked Kiba softly, pressing her body possessively against her teammate’s. Unconsciously, she ground her hips into the man in front of her as her hands tugged at his clothing.

A soft, rolling laughter seemed to wash across her senses. She bit back a shuddering breath, amazed with the affect the Inuzuka had on her. “Mutual needs.” Was all he said before running his lips across.

If it hadn’t been for her training, she would have lost all thought process there but as it were, her interest was piqued. “Mutual needs.”

“I’m not allowed to have sex with a woman until I marry.” Shikamaru’s bored voice broke into the conversation. “It’s one of the laws of my clan…”

All the pieces were sliding into place. “Oh…”

“And so this brings us to a proposition…” Kiba said, his voice rasping against Shikamaru’s throat. “Be our woman, Ino.”

She didn’t have to think about it to know her answer. If this would get her what she wanted—directly or indirectly, she’d take it. Hands and mouth were on her at once, laving away at the last taut threads that had kept her grounded during their conversation. Shikamaru’s hands wrapped tightly around her waist as her knees threatened to give out, and Kiba pushed himself against the smaller man to get closer while his mouth found hers. In his hands he held fistfuls of her cotton blouse and looked like he was attempting to shove her through Shikamaru so that he could get to her. The usually lazy-nin positioned a thigh between her leg, pushing upwards so that he could feel her moist entrance soak through the thin material of his issued jounin pants. The silk whispered against the sensible cotton, leaving a damp, musky trail down his leg.

“We’ve got to finish this elsewhere.” Kiba muttered, lifting his head to sniff the hair. “Someone is coming.”

They broke apart and Ino desperately tried to right the skirt that was riding high on her waist. Kiba’s laughter rented the dark night air as he raced across the rooftop and threw opened a metal door. It grated on its hinges, but swung back anyways. Yellowish light spilled out onto the roof as he stepped inside. He was down a second flight of stairs by the time both Ino and Shikamaru had gotten to the door. Following silently, they burst out into the street and ran full tilt down a dark, alleyway. The trio cut through a park and ended up on a street that was lined with newer looking apartments. Realizing that they were heading to her crush’s apartment, she quickened her pace.

None of them stopped until they had reached the top apartment floor where Nara lived. He fished out his keys as he shot dirty looks at Kiba, who had pinned Ino against a wall. She looked up at him dumbly as his mouth came crashing down on hers. To ease the pain of his pinching teeth, he lessened the pressure and ran the tip of his tongue across her pulsing lips. Hungry for more, she panted against his skillful mouth, her eyes opened and watched Shikamaru who tried not to concentrate on her but on locating his keys and opening the door. He seemed less coordinated than usual but on the third try, managed to unlock the portal and kick it open. By this time, Kiba had a hand up Ino’s shirt and was industriously working away at the rock hard nipple. She was moaning softly into his responsive mouth, rocking her hips against his.

“Get in here before anyone hears.” Shikamaru growled before stepping through the door.

Kiba lifted her and her legs wrapped around his waist. She let him carry her across the threshold as she painted a trail of hot kisses from his ear to where the side of his neck disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt. Plunging into the eerily dark apartment, they fumbled their way toward his bedroom but only made it as far as his couch before Kiba tipped over the cushioned arm and spilled her onto the seats.

Ino knew what was about to happen. She was by far a virgin, which no Kunoichi was passed the age of 16. As her female studies teacher had said, sex was an affective way of relieving stress and she had embraced the concept wholeheartedly. Her first few experiences had been less than romantic and uncomfortable. She had almost given up when she had been propositioned by a smirking Neji after he had overheard her complaining to Sakura at a bar on her 18th birthday.

He had been her first truly sexual experience. He had taught her things that she hadn’t known were impossible and broadened the horizons of her deviant imagination. She had begun to see him regularly, not for a relationship, but wholly for the sex. Until Ten-Ten had come back from a mission and demanded a serious relationship from the Hyuuga Ino had respectfully backed down but had mourned the loss of her partner.

Fingers were snapped in front of her face, bringing her back down to earth—or as close enough to it that her current situation would allow. Ino stared up into Shikamaru’s eyes. His face was unreadable in the shadows but she was convinced that something other than disdain and boredom resided there. He was squatting in front of her, his elbows leaning against the cushions. Kiba was standing motionless between her legs which were draped over the arm of the couch.

“Where were you just then?” Shikamaru asked.

Embarrassed that she had been caught in her thoughts, Ino smiled softly, “In my head for a moment.” She brushed a finger against his narrow jaw, her fingernail clicked against his heavy silver earring. “How come you never told me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to stop thinking of me.”

If she could have blushed any more, she would have. “You knew?”

“Of course I knew,” He grumbled, his eyes flickered to Kiba who was being quiet and looking thoughtful. “I may be lazy but I’m not stupid, Ino.”

Strangely enough the fire Kiba had ignited in her body had dampened considerably. As it receded, her thought process became clearer and concise. She was beginning to feel something other than the overwhelming need to do something incredibly naughty to both the dog-nin and her teammate. “So when did you take the Nara oath?” She asked lightly, her hands smoothing over the black shirt he wore, feeling the rigid contours of his abs.

He caught her meandering hand and brought it up, gently placing a kiss on her palm. Her fingers curled, touching the side of his face before he brought it back towards her person. “You know about it?”

“Of course.”

Turning his head away with a soft curse, Shikamaru muttered, “Of course Yamanaka-san would know.” He was silent for a long time before answering her previous question, “I was 12 when I took it. Right after getting my hitai-ate.”

Kiba’s patience had finally run out, he leaned over and tipped himself across Ino. Placing a hand by her head to keep from completely crushing her, he dipped his head and laid a nipping kiss on her collarbone. “Needless to say, Shikamaru’s a genius and he quickly spotted the loophole in the oath. It was obvious, after all.” Kiba snickered.

“It’s been a way the Nara men had relieved the stress caused by their jobs.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t sleep with any women.” Shikamaru stated flatly.

She frowned, “Yeah, I know that.” Then it donned on her as her eyes slid from Kiba to the other man. “But it doesn’t say you can’t sleep with a man.”

“So Kiba has been helping me with my dilemma ever since it became an issue when I was 16.”

Lifting herself up on an elbow, this inadvertent movement brought her face so close to Kiba that she could smell the soap on his skin, diluted by the faint tang of sweat beneath. “And it’s a known fact that you’ve been shagging anything on two legs, so I guess the match was convenient.”

Kiba grinned, “The Inuzukas are known for their abilities to become one with their dog partners… the side effect of this isn’t just a sensitive nose, by the way. I’ve been sexually active since the age of twelve.” His tongue licked gently at the hollowed junction in her throat and traveled down between the subtle swell of her breasts.

“Seriously?” Ino gasped, her senses reeling for a moment as Kiba’s mouth flicked against her skin.

His laughter was soft, low and raspy. Lifting his head, he pushed away the hair that had flopped over his sharp eyes. “I know, I know. What would my mother think? She was the one who shoved the prostitute in my room the night after graduation.”

Shikamaru made a small, impatient sound in the back of his throat. Ino gasped again as he grabbed the canine-nin’s head and kissed him hard. From her vantage point beneath Kiba, she watched as tongues melded together. Her teammate moaned softly into the receptive mouth, his teeth gnashing against kiss bruised lips. Reaching up, she ran a hand from beneath Kiba’s chin to Shikamaru, who caught her hand and pushed it against the other man’s chest. He broke away and breathlessly whispered, “You can’t touch me Ino… I’ll lose control if you do.”

With that warning in mind, she tugged against Kiba’s collar. He was sucking on Shikamaru’s neck, his jaw muscles working as he sucked and then licked over the red spot starting to show on his skin. “Stop it, Kiba.” The shadow-nin pulled away. “No marks.”

“Sorry, I got carried away.” He turned is attention to Ino, who had been mesmerized by their attention to each other. Grinding his hips into hers, she squirmed delightedly and tore her eyes off of her friend’s face. His arms looped themselves under her knees and hoisted her up so that her bottom rested on the sofa’s arm. Feeling indecently exposed, she tugged her skirt down, which was beginning to ride up around her waist.

“Goddamn, Shika. She’s gonna be hot.” Kiba growled as he knelt in front of her and pushed her knees apart. “She smells so good.”

Ino squeaked in surprise as she felt his nose rub against the damp silk of her panties, pushing the material deeper into her moist, hot core. “Almost as good as she tastes,” He said, surfacing as he licked his lips. His fingers grazed against the inside of her thigh, traveling downwards and hooking into her underwear. The garment was light and tore away like tissue paper, exposing her to the cool air.

She let out a small noise as the sensations bombarded her overtaxed mind. Impatience and anticipation seemed to buffet her needs, overriding any thought that might occur. His fingers slipped inside, she arched her back and ran her hands up her sides, squeezing her jutting breasts. Now only her behind and her shoulders touched the cushions, rocking her head back she squeezed her eyes closed to keep from looking at Shikamaru and wanting to touch him. He stood over her, his knees touching her shoulder.

Kiba’s hand shifted within, his thumb rubbing against her sensitive flesh as his finger slowly slid out of her body and then back in. He watched her as she writhed, her pale skin glowing in the dim light of the apartment. “Pity you can’t feel this, Nara.” He said cheekily as he dropped back down on his knees and nibbled on the inside of her thigh.

“Shika-maru!” Ino moaned, reaching out and grabbing hold of a hand that dangled at his side. She let out another raspy cry as Kiba slid a second finger into her body. She planted a foot on the arm of the chair and used it as leverage to move against his pumping hand.

The shadow-nin settled nicely on the end of the couch, watching intently as Kiba’s hands worked magic over the woman’s body. Playing her like a harp, she uttered sounds that made both men’s mouths water. Kiba stood up, his fingers pulling out of her and jerking another cry from her. He leaned over her and tore her blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room. A kunai was out and had sliced the delicate strap that held the two cups of her bra together. Her breasts slid free as the fabric fell away. He tossed the kunai carelessly; it slid across hardwood floor and ended its journey beneath a bookshelf. A rough hand reached out and grabbed her breast, kneading it gently, rolling her nipples in his fingers. His tongue caught one peak, he laved at it wetly and then sucked hard, making her arch off of the couch again. “Fuck!” She cried out, roughly lacing her hands through his shaggy hair.

She wasn’t sure how she was flipped on to her stomach, but she found herself staring at Shikamaru. He was watching intently, his handsome face devoid of emotion except for the unnaturally bright light glittering in his eyes. Rolling her hips upwards, she waited in anticipation as she heard the sound of a zipper being slid down. “Shikamaru…” She moaned breathlessly, again, rocking her hips to receive the length of the man behind her. He laid his thick shaft against the cleft of her behind, his hands held her hips from rocking again.

Resting his temple on the fingers of his hand that was propped on his bent knee, Shikamaru seemed to be memorizing the scene in front of him. He watched the transformation on Ino’s beautiful face as Kiba slid against the quivering opening of her core. She let out a small, keening moan as his thick length slid into her. From behind her, she could hear Kiba as he gasped. Even he was not impervious to the incredible feeling of her hot, liquid sheath clenching around him. “Fuck! She’s so tight.” He yelled throatily, tilting his head back and concentrating on keeping his composure. Pinning her hips against the couch to keep her from moving, hands clenched and unclenched as he checked himself.

“Move!” The blond plead, bucking against his hand.

He pulled himself out so only the head of his shaft was in her before gliding back in. Another curse was stifled as muscles clenched around him, almost driving him to the breaking point. He had been painfully aroused by her the moment he had her pinned against the wall in the alleyway.

“Harder.” Ino demanded as she pushed against him while he buried himself to the hilt.

“You sure?” He asked stupidly.

“Do it.” She snapped, hoisting herself up on a hand and shoving herself backwards. During this, her eyes never left Shikamaru’s.

Propping her leg on the arm of the chair she was leaning on, he grabbed a handful of her plump bottom and roughly slammed into her. Soon, the dark air was vibrating with the sounds of Ino’s wordless voice and the staccato slap of flesh meeting flesh. Dropping her head down, it lolled there before a hand reached down and pulled it back by her blonde hair. “Watch him.” Kiba murmured as his hips picked up the rhythm. “Don’t take your eyes off of him.”

“Shika!” She moaned each time Kiba pushed into her body.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” The man behind him moaned, the hand gripping her behind tightening as sensations flooded over him.

Her throaty moans soared until they were shouts. She didn’t dare take her eyes off of the man whose name she was yelling. “Now!” She broke her chant to scream as her body doubled over. Burying her head into the cushions, she let out a shuddering breath and bit down on the rough, thick fabric. Warmth spread deep in her womb as Kiba twitched behind her. He let out a rumbling moan and finally with the last jerk of his hips, toppled over the kunoichi, pinning her to the couch.

After a few moments to catch his breath, Kiba pulled away. She felt his cum slid through the light curls at the apex of her thighs. She let out a moan as her body shuddered in the after shocks of her orgasm. Opening her eyes finally, Ino pulled herself up and leaned heavily on the couch to catch her breath and her strength.

“That was amazing.” Kiba whispered in her ear before brushing a kiss across her flushed cheek. “Let me do it again, sometime.”

Despite how she figured she should have felt Ino was hoping the same thing. The added element of someone watching seemed to appeal to her hidden sense of deviancy and it fed the flame of her desire. “I will but only if you ask nicely.” She purred, turning around while she leaned heavily on the couch and hooked a leg around his hips to pull him towards her. “And let me take off my own clothes next time. I can’t afford to have you shredding my undergarments.”

“Will do.” He grinned, planting another kiss on her upturned lips.

Shikamaru stood up and walked around the couple, looping his arms over the other man’s broad shoulders. His eyes seemed to hold Ino’s as his mouth kissed the nape of his neck. “Thank you, Ino.”

Frowning, Ino muttered, “That sounded sort of like a dismissal.”

“I’m about to do something to Kiba that you might not want to see.”

She slithered over the arm of the chair, giving both men a nice peak of the damp, blond curls between her legs. Pulling herself backwards by her arms, she settled into the same position Shikamaru had been sitting in and gave a wide smile. “Try me.”

Kiba’s laughter was cut off as hands shoved him over the side of the couch. Licking her lips in anticipation, Ino couldn’t believe what was unraveling before her. This was not the same lazy, pessimistic Shikamaru that she knew, Ino realized as hands gripped the fabric of the canine-nin’s shirt and tore it from his back. He was being assertive to the point of aggressiveness, and the look on his face seemed to be something Ino thought she’d only see on Sasuke’s face. The will to dominate, the need to control was written in the small quirk of his smile.

A hand snaked around Kiba’s wiry waist and undid the belt, it’s buckle clinking loudly as he fumbled for the button on his fly. Kiba seemed to moan softly. He too, seemed completely different from the self-assured man that she had just had sex with. His wits had been scattered sometime between when Shikamaru had appeared at his side and when he had been bent over the couch.

Ino gulped audibly as long fingers slid into Shikamaru’s mouth. She could see his tongue swirling around those digits. She found herself captivated by the look on the shadow-nin’s face as those spit slicked fingers slid between their bodies. Bringing her eyes back up to look into Shikamaru’s face, she was shocked to find him staring at her. Suddenly, a harsh sound ripped from Kiba’s throat. His eyes were screwed shut as Shikamaru’s fingers pushed into his reluctant body. He gently massaged his body as it clenched around him, willing him to relax. When finally, those pained cries turned into small mewls of eagerness and his hips worked against Shikamaru’s fingers in much the same way Ino’s had, he pulled away. The tip of his tongue ran across his top lip as his hands fumbled for the fastening on his own pants. His member jutted out and lay flush against Kiba’s shivering flank.

Her hand slid slowly between her legs of its own accord. Shikamaru held her eyes as he entered Kiba’s compliant body. At the same time, her own fingers pushed into her body. Legs open wide so both men could watch her; with her free hand she brushed a knuckle against a rosy nipple. Kiba gave a throaty shout, lifting himself up on his arms to arch his back like a cat. The sounds seemed to thrill Ino to the core, making her gasp and twitch her hips against her fingers.

Kiba didn’t have to ask the other man to go quicker or harder, it was an instinctive move on his part. Soon the air was filled with the harsh sounds of panting breath and more skin meeting skin. Ino added her own noises, a soft humming moan as the heat washed across her lower abdomen. “Oh god.” Shikamaru yanked Kiba up by his hair until he was standing. Putting a knee up on the arm of the couch, the deceptively lazy shinobi wrapped a hand around Kiba’s hardening shaft as their bodies met.

Unaware of what she was doing, Ino crept across the couch and pushed away Shikamaru’s hand. Lifting her eyes to peer into Kiba’s flushed face, she grinned as she met his gaze. Her smiling mouth slid over his shaft, opening slightly to let her tongue swipe at its weeping head. Tasting her own juices mingling with his, her tongue darted out again and traced the length of his shaft. Cupping the base of his erection, she took a deep breath before opening her mouth and letting him slip inside. Another harsh shout fell from his lips as her tongue swirled around the velvety underside of his length.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Kiba cried as his body was ruthlessly bombarded by dueling pleasures. Soon, he was shuddering, as one of his hands buried itself in Ino’s tresses and the other held the back of the couch to stable himself.

Shikamaru moaned softly, his ending approaching at an alarming rate. He clenched his teeth to gain control but the sounds coming from the man beneath him was too much. “Yes.” He moaned and planted his forehead against Kiba’s back while the threat of orgasm twitched through him.

“Ino, stop I’m gonna…” She didn’t listen to the dog-nin’s warning, but bobbed her head faster. The couch kept Kiba from slamming his hips and making her choke on his length. Soon, he was screaming raggedly as the waves of euphoria washed over him. Her hands gently kneaded as the last of his orgasm faded away and he collapsed again.

Shikamaru stood swaying on his feet. He pulled his softening member out of Kiba and stumbled to a chair before collapsing into it. Ino, meanwhile, swallowed the rest of Kiba’s cum with a greedy smack of her lips. She giggled at the dumbfounded expression on his flushed face. “That was so fucking hot, Ino.” He said as he slid down onto the couch and rested his head on her naked thigh.

When finally Shikamaru had gathered his strength, he lurched out of the chair and stumbled towards his bedroom without a second glance. Kiba smiled as he stood up, holding his hand out for her to take. “Coming?”

“Where?”

“Why, to bed, of course.” He said simply as she placed her hand in his.

TBC??