Truth or Dare

Author: RDracon
Disclaimer: Don’t own Naruto
Warnings: M/M sex
Notes: Just got an urge to write a Kiba/Shino fic the other day. I’ve never tried writing Naruto characters before, so I’m a little out of my element. Got all of the dares from an actual online random truth/dare generator. My favorite (which I didn’t use because it didn’t work) I think is:
“Obtain a bedsheet from either a bed, or the party host. Go into a private room, remove all of your clothes, and make a toga out of the bedsheet to wear. For the remainder of the game, each time your turn begins every other player must yell "HAIL CAESAR!" If any player fails to do so, you may require them to wear a toga as well.”
Eh heh, I have no idea why that’s so funny to me. Hope you enjoy the fic.


Truth or Dare

They had arrived back in Konoha just the previous night, and Shino was still cleaning and putting his weapons (he barely used them, but he carried them anyway) away when a familiar pounding on his door made him straighten from leaning over the glass cabinet. His apartment was new to him even after all this time; truthfully, he hadn’t actually lived there for more than a few weeks, despite having moved in almost six months ago.

He made his way down the stairs from the second floor and around still unfamiliar furniture, skirting the coffee table and couch Kiba had helped him pick out. Help, of course, meant the boy had shown up on his stoop moving day and dragged him to the store when he realized that Shino had neglected to buy any furniture. Opening the door revealed Kiba leaning against the frame, looking equally unkempt and appealing (not that Shino noticed), Akamaru, these days big enough for his master to ride on, sitting faithfully at his side. Slit pupils and a wolfish grin regarded him as Kiba cocked his head away from the door as if to say, ‘Let’s go.’

“It turns out we’re not the only ones back in town. Sakura and Naruto just completed a mission three days ago and Hinata’s on a break, from what I’ve heard.”

He jammed his hands into his pants pockets (Shino was mildly surprised they fit, considering how tight they were around the hips--not that he was looking), and shrugged a little. It was an odd movement coming from Kiba; indifference and indecision weren’t emotions the Inuzuka displayed often.

“I was thinking we could go over to Sakura’s, see if she’s free. The last few times we’ve been back no one else was around.”

Shino tipped his head forward enough for his nose to brush the inside of the high collar of his jacket. It was true enough, they’d spent probably no more than two weeks in Konoha over the last few months. All of them had been Chunin for a few years now, save for Neji, Tenten, and Shikamaru, who’d all become Jounin over the last two months. He and Kiba saw a lot of each other; they worked well together somehow, which the Hokage had been quick to notice and take advantage of. More often than not they were assigned missions as a pair.

It was a pleasant thing for Shino and, he thought, Kiba as well, but the Inuzuka was used to more excitement in his life, and Shino would be the first to admit his presence wasn’t the most entertaining. Still, Kiba had stopped by to bring him along, and that seemed to be enough to get him out the apartment, because he’d stepped outside and closed the door without really thinking much about it.

Kiba grinned again, tossing an arm around his shoulders, which didn’t make Shino jump anymore because Kiba had been overly affectionate ever since he’d known him. It was late morning already, which made him grateful for his dark glasses, and he glanced around as they made their way down the street, not turning his head, but flickering his eyes over the shops and restaurants squeezed onto the block.

They were all open, but it wasn’t a good time for customers, and the two of them were mostly alone in the street, save for an elderly man reading a newspaper at the café on the corner, and Akamaru, who was more subdued than usual. The dog had had it rough the last mission, and it had taken a lot out of his buoyant personality. Their steps matched well, but Kiba’s side rubbed up against him every few feet because of the arm around his shoulders, and he wondered what it would feel like if he wasn’t wearing his jacket, because the boy had on a mesh shirt, with nothing to protect him from the chill, early air. The hoop in his left ear (he hadn’t had it when they’d first been assigned to the same team, but Shino couldn’t remember when it had been added) caught the sun and he was humming to himself.

None too pleased at being ignored, Akamaru pushed his head up under the hand that wasn’t between the two of them, and Shino rubbed obligingly between his ears. The dog’s tongue lolled out happily, reminding Shino a little of his master, displaying the same utter contentment and enjoyment he’d seen Kiba show when the boy was paid attention to. The comfortable weight on his shoulders dropped away as Kiba bounded up the steps, Shino following at a normal pace, Akamaru beside him because he had yet to remove his hand.

Kiba leaned against the doorframe again as he knocked, looking so comfortable there it didn’t seem like he’d move again. The door flew open, a little too forcefully for it to have been Sakura answering, and indeed Naruto beamed at them.

“Shino! Kiba! When’d you two get back to the village?”

He stepped to the side to invite them in, he and Kiba book-ending the entrance for a moment as Shino walked between them. “Last night,” he murmured from behind the high collar.

Kiba slid (there was really no other way to describe it) into the house, going from graceful to near-clumsy in seconds as he pitched off balance to slap hands with Naruto. “Got back late enough for it to be called early and still had to go to Tsunade before we could go home. You still taking those solo missions, idiot?” he teased, cocking his head and ruffling Akamaru’s fur. “I don’t know if I believe some of the things I’ve been hearing about you.”

Predictably, Naruto puffed up, grinning at him. “Better believe ’em! I’ve completed every single mission successfully!”

He turned to nearly cavort down the hallway and Kiba followed in much the same fashion. Shino ambled after them, watching Akamaru circle in the entranceway as though debating whether to come with them or stay there. The hallway was pretty lengthy; Sakura’s apartment was quite bigger than his. The entrance led to a hall, which led to a living room connected to the kitchen, like his, only instead of a counter island separating the two there was a wall, making them almost into separate rooms, save for the lack of a door.

Another hall led out of the living room to where he knew there were two bedrooms (Sakura had moved in with Ino about a year back), each with a private bathroom, which he was aware of only because of the party the girls had thrown when he’d had to hold Kiba up over Sakura’s toilet while the boy vomited up the whole party’s worth of tequila and a couple major organs.

Sakura was curled primly on her couch, lap top perched on her thighs. Hinata sat beside her, leaned over to view the screen and, to Shino’s mild surprise, Lee was cross-legged in the chair set up perpendicular to the couch. Apparently he’d returned from a mission the previous night himself. Kiba dug a few cokes out of the fridge with Naruto while Shino claimed the chair on the other side of the couch, sitting with both feet flat on the carpet.

Back in the living room the Inuzuka sprawled out on the floor at Shino’s feet and Naruto took up the remaining cushion on the couch, making Hinata blush as he offered her a drink. Sakura seemed quite pleased to see them.

“I think this is the most of us that have been around at the same time in months.” She gave them a wide smile, leaning over the lap top to pick up a diet coke from the table. “How did your mission go?”

Kiba’s mouth was full, so Shino answered. “It was easy.”

“Yeah, right!” Naruto laughed. “From what I hear old lady Tsunade’s been tossing you two all the hard ones you’re qualified to handle.”

Naruto was likely right, since when he wasn’t on missions he was under direct training from the Hokage; he was definitely familiar with how she assigned jobs. Lee nodded from the other side of the room.

“Of course she has. You two make an excellent team, and Tsunade-sama recognizes that as an invaluable resource!”

Already done with his coke, Kiba crumpled the can and propped himself up on his elbows, displaying one of his softer grins at Hinata. “You haven’t been missing us too much since we’ve been gone so long, have you?” His voice had that particular texture he only used for teasing their former teammate.

She smiled warmly. “I’m glad for the success you’ve had.” Her stutter had long since worked it’s way into the background, so that it only came out in regards to particular embarrassment, but her voice had remained the same: quiet, soothing, always a little shy.

She still didn’t say everything she had on her mind, but her tone told them she’d missed them, and Shino resolved to himself to meet with her for a lunch or dinner over the next few days, just their old Genin team. It was a sign of his affection for the girl that he was willing to break out of his usual pattern to see her, since unlike Kiba she didn’t drag him out of his pattern herself.

Even after such few years (really it didn’t seem like long) since they’d become Chunin and started getting split up for missions, they’d all mastered picking up conversations where they had been left off long ago, and they fell easily back into a familiar atmosphere, Kiba shifting around on the floor (he’d never been good at holding still) until his back was pressed against Shino’s leg, crossing his feet in front of him and gesturing while he spoke to Naruto.

Shino enjoyed the warmth the boy emanated, more aware, perhaps, than he should have been of the simple contact. He hadn’t taken a drink, but he was comfortable in the chair, letting the conversation lull him until he felt Kiba shift again. He thought the boy was moving away, but in fact he scooted back until he was sitting between Shino’s knees, still facing outward, apparently oblivious to his own presence.

Kiba’d been watching Sakura glance between her guests and her computer screen, clicking the mouse occasionally, and the fourth time she did it he asked her what she was looking at. Her cheeks tinged a barely perceptible shade of pink at the question.

“One of those… random generators online.” Kiba pressed for information again, and she looked down at the screen. “A dare generator for truth or dare.”

Naruto whooped unexpectedly. “Let’s do some!”

Every eyebrow in the room raised (or in Shino’s case, twitched). They were all seventeen now (except for Lee, who was eighteen), which seemed a little old for the game. Everyone was aware though that Naruto had had precious little opportunity to play those kinds of games when he was younger, and perhaps in an effort to humor him, Sakura pressed the randomizer button, and raised a slender eyebrow.

“Naruto, I dare you to pepper your whole tongue, and then swallow.”

Kiba laughed while the blonde’s eyes got comically wide, before his face settled into the expression that said he could and would do anything. Grinning at all of them like it was no big deal, he sauntered into the kitchen and dug a pepper grinder out of one of the cabinets. Head tilted back, tongue sticking out, he ground it over his mouth, catching the flakes while everyone watched him with something akin to amazement. Kiba was still laughing when he stopped grinding and put it down, and he only laughed harder at Naruto’s expression when the blonde swallowed.

He looked like he’d just tried to eat a smoke bomb, coughing and hacking and gasping for air as he shoved his head under the sink faucet and ran water into his mouth, yelling about the taste. Lee and Sakura had joined Kiba in laughing, Hinata was covering her mouth to try to stifle her giggles, and even Shino cracked a smile, though only his teammates would have recognized the expression under the high collar.

Looking triumphant, if not still a little sick, and definitely willing to share in their amusement, Naruto jumped back onto the couch and held a hand out expectantly. Sakura blinked, and he grinned, teeth somehow free of bits of pepper. “My turn, isn’t it?”

Looking a little apprehensive, she handed the lap top over. He messed with the touch pad a little, spinning the cursor around the screen, before tapping his finger against his chin and surveying everyone in the room. Finally his eyes settled on Lee, and he raised an arm to point in the boy’s direction.

“Lee! Truth or dare?”

“Dare of course, Naruto! I can and will face any challenge!” He leaned forward, hands braced on his knees, face set in determination, comically large eyebrows knit together in concentration while Naruto hit the randomizer for a dare.

The blonde promptly slapped a hand over his mouth so he could stifle his laughter enough to talk. “Lee, you must go next door and ask whoever’s home if they’ve seen your lost condom.”

Kiba promptly fell over on his side, immobilized on the carpet in amusement. Hinata and Sakura blushed while Lee looked… more than a little surprised. However, he steeled his expression and stood from the chair, hands balled into fists at his side. Everyone giggling (except Shino, who was smiling nonetheless) and trying to be quiet, they all followed Lee down the hall (pushing Akamaru from where he’d been lying in the cramped entranceway) and leaned surreptitiously out the door, trying to watch without being seen as the Chunin knocked firmly on the neighboring apartment’s door.

It swung open to reveal a woman who looked to be in her forties, quite hefty, wearing a flowered dress and carrying a baby under one arm. “What?” she barked at Lee, who looked totally lost for a few moments.

He recovered, put on his most winning smile, and asked, “I lost my condom while wandering this hallway earlier, have you perhaps found it?”

He got a diaper (thankfully, unused) in the face, and the door slammed hard enough the shake the floor, though not enough to mask the, “Kids these days!”

Naruto and Kiba gave him a hero’s welcome back into the apartment, storing up the teasing for later as they patted him on the back and returned to the living room, clearing up space in the entranceway again so that Akamaru could lie back down in the sunlit patch of carpet from the kitchen window. Shino claimed his chair again, and Kiba sat down to his left, back on the floor, leaning on the left arm of the chair for support as he crossed his legs.

The lap top was pressed into the Lee’s hands, and he immediately selected Sakura. She chewed her lip for a moment before saying, “Dare.”

He hit the button, and blushed to himself before telling her, “Sakura, you must say the words ‘in bed’ after everything you say for the rest of the game.”

Snickers burst out over the room, and she took the lap top from Lee in deliberate silence. The blush never left her cheeks as she looked over at Hinata beside her and said, “Truth or dare… in bed?”

Hinata blushed as well, looking down at her hands before murmuring, “Dare.” She wasn’t going to be the only person in the room yet to avoid a dare.

Sakura grinned after pressing the randomizer, and told her, “You have the let the person on your left sit on your lap for the rest of the game.”

Hinata’s cheeks flared, really red now as she looked over at Naruto on her left, who climbed right into her lap without preamble, grinning at her and throwing an arm over her shoulders to steady himself. Hinata took the lap top, and turned even redder when she had to put it in Naruto’s lap, since hers was full.

“K-Kiba?”

Taking pity on her wavering voice Kiba didn’t make her ask, and just told her, “Dare,” his expression challenging.

Shino hadn’t thought it was possible for her blush to intensify any more, but he was proven wrong the moment she hit the randomizer. It took her a second to get it out.

“U-Um, you have to,” she swallowed. “K-Kiss the person on your right for thirty seconds.”

There was a short silence as everyone stared at Shino, who was sitting, stricken, in his chair, no movement possible. Kiba’s arm brushed his jacket as the Inuzuka stood, grinning like it was nothing, and suddenly Shino thought he was having a panic attack because his chest constricted and his breathing pressed like knives in his throat and the kikaichuu thrummed beneath his skin in alarm, sensing his state.

Kiba leaned close and Shino was almost instantly out of the chair and in the entrance to the hallway, his haste surprising everyone in the room. Naruto grinned at them, either not sensing the tension or choosing to ignore it.

“It’s just a dare, Shino!” He looked quite strange, still sitting in Hinata’s lap, waving a hand at them as if to say, ‘no big deal!’. Hinata herself was looking at the carpet at Shino’s feet, and he didn’t know if her expression was apologetic, or just embarrassed.

Kiba turned to lean with one arm on the wall separating kitchen from living room, graceful and striking all in one movement. His smile asked Shino to take this lightly. “All you gotta do is play along.”

Grateful again for the dark glasses and high collar, Shino took another step back, told them, “I’ve got to finish unpacking,” and strode as quickly as he could bring himself to down the hall and out the door.

Kiba blinked, looked a little sheepishly at the group and said, “I’ll get him,” following the Aburame and shaking his head at the door to let Akamaru know he intended to come back.

Naruto rubbed the back of his head and glanced at the others. “Shino looked like he might freak out.”

Sakura shook her head. “Shino doesn’t freak out…” her cheeks colored a little, “in bed.”

Lee shook his head too, trying to dispel the serious mood that had settled over them. “I’m sure Kiba will bring him back just fine.”

“Hey!” Kiba yelled down the street, Shino already unlocking his apartment. He assumed the yelling was to keep him from shutting the door before Kiba reached him, though he didn’t think he could shut a door in the face of one of the teammates.

He stepped inside and waited until the Inuzuka was standing in the frame, panting a little from running after him, then stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him. He looked none too pleased.

“What the hell, Shino? What’s with just walking out of there; it’s just a game.”

Shino’s eyes narrowed; he knew Kiba could tell even with the glasses on. He didn’t know how to answer, he still felt a little bit like this couldn’t be happening. The boy was still too close, close enough to smell if he closed his eyes and concentrated, not that he was concentrating on that. Kiba straightened to his full height, something he rarely did since he spent most of his time in a near-chaotic slouch. He was grinning that animal grin that he used when he wanted to put up his most intimidating front.

“You afraid of a kiss? I can introduce you to sources all over Konoha that’ll tell you how good I am.” He stepped close again, way too close, Shino could feel his warmth through the thick fabric of his jacket, which didn’t make any sense, but Kiba rarely did. That grin leaned closer, and he stepped back again, turning his face away sharply.

“No, Kiba.”

A dangerous look flashed across the boy’s face, covering an expression Shino couldn’t recognize because he didn’t think he’d ever seen it before. “Jeez, is it that bad?”

He was going to ask what Kiba meant, but he didn’t get the chance because strong hands suddenly wrenched his jacket apart, undoing the clasps and pulling it down over his shoulders. Kiba was growling at him, and he found himself a little bit at a loss. Cool air rushed over his neck and shoulders, arms still trapped in the jacket.

“Don’t hide from me behind this.” The Inuzuka’s voice was a hiss, his slit eyes narrow and the tribal markings on his cheeks more defined now than ever.

Shino’s immediate reaction was to cover himself, feeling every exposed scar from the kikaichuu twinge at the air, but he suppressed that reaction. Kiba had seen him without his jacket many times; they’d lived in a single hotel room together for the past six weeks after all. Kiba was his team member and, these days, his partner. He shouldn’t be hiding behind the jacket, and he let it drop from his arms to the floor without a word, silently acknowledging he was in the wrong.

Kiba’s expression didn’t change, he moved forward again, and Shino backed away, desperate to keep some distance between their bodies. His kitchen counter pressed against the small of his back, and Kiba put a hand on either side of his body, leaning on the counter so that only a few inches of space remained between them. He felt a little bit out of his mind, as though he could see all of the this happening from his living room couch, like some TV show, not real.

“C’mon Shino,” Kiba’s breath broke against his collarbone. The boy was wavering between moods, so that Shino couldn’t pin down exactly what the Inuzuka was feeling. “It’s just a dare, do you have to take this so seriously?” He tongued a canine, grinning again. “I’ll make it good-”

Shino turned his head away almost violently, feeling his expression settle into distaste as a reaction to those last words clawed against his self-control. He jerked away further from Kiba’s warmth. “No.” His voice was thick, it sounded strange to him. “This isn’t funny.”

The boy didn’t back down, but Shino saw that dangerous expression again, only this time it flickered and died, and he got a good look at the second one, the one he couldn’t identify before. Hurt. Kiba looked hurt.

Neither moved; barely an inch separated their noses, but Shino tried to look elsewhere. It didn’t work. Kiba’s stubborn anger was returning, challenging him. Those slit eyes looked directly at him, lips pulled back to bear fangs. His gaze fell to stare at the boy’s collarbone, trying to avoid those eyes.

“Kiba-”

“Shut up.” The snarl surprised him; it was vicious, and laced with that hurt that still hadn’t faded. “Just shut up. It is funny. It is a damn game, because you never seem to take me seriously, you never fucking notice.” Both of his hands fisted in the front of Shino’s shirt, pulling the Aburame up to the balls of his feet. Kiba’s voice was cut up like gravel. “I am going to kiss you.”

Another spike of panic, kikaichuu stirring like a small thunderstorm in his body, and Kiba pressed against him, pushed with his whole body into the kiss. Now Shino held the counter behind him, both hands squeezing there, knuckles turning white from the force.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, but he felt everything like he never had before. The sharp crease of the edge of the counter against his palms and his lower back, the cool of surface seeping through his shirt. The air against his skin, the different feel of it over the scars. The kikaichuu, nervous, waiting, unsure of whether or not the hive was suffering an external attack. Kiba’s hands and chest, seeping body heat through the front of his shirt. Kiba’s mouth on his, softer than he’d ever thought it would be (not that he’d thought about it), his friend’s head slanted, moving his mouth, licking Shino’s lips just for a moment. He felt the pleasant sensation that spread through his body even as his mind struggled to catch up with reality.

Then Kiba pulled back, licked his lips, Shino still frozen leaning back against the counter like a statue, face slack, eyes wide. And the Inuzuka grinned like he’d accomplished some goal, but he looked… sad. He released the shirt, and Shino remembered to breathe, but he still couldn’t move. Kiba backed off. He’d never seen the boy do that before, never seen his shoulders hunch like that. Those slit eyes were looking at the carpet, that hard voice was defeated, spitting the words into the air like he just wanted them out of his mouth.

“You never fucking notice…”

Shino finally let go of the counter, still tense and feeling lost. “Notice…?”

“Notice me!” Furious again, those eyes were back on his face. A fist was back at the front of his shirt, bunching the fabric. “Notice me looking at you, wanting you! You’re too wrapped up in your etiquette and your self control and your goddamn-”

He stopped like he’d lost his voice when Shino grabbed him back, pale fingers digging into a tanned bicep. Shino was trying to steady himself, staring at Kiba’s collarbone again because it was easier than meeting his gaze. He was shaking. He felt like his insides were taking a joyride, stomach twisting in a way it never had before, heart pushing against his ribcage, nerve endings sparking off here and there, sharpening everything he heard and felt. His throat was tight. His skin tingled where his hand touched Kiba.

He leaned forward a little, and felt Kiba’s entire posture change, going from aggressive to uncertain in seconds. He leaned forward a little more, slightly shorter than the Inuzuka and slightly bent over, so that his cheekbone near brushed Kiba’s jaw. He felt the smooth slide of skin beneath his fingers as his hand shifted it’s grip. He’d wanted to know what really touching the boy would feel like for so long. His hand dropped away, Kiba tensed again, ready to go back on the offensive, when Shino spoke.

“This isn’t funny.” He could barely hear his own voice, but he knew Kiba would catch it. “It isn’t a game.” It better not be.

He lifted his head, nudged his mouth against Kiba’s. The Inuzuka took in a sharp breath, and grabbed with his free hand, gripping the back of his neck and dragging him into the kiss. He was off the counter now, and all he could feel was Kiba. Lips, still softer than they looked, sliding over his, slick tongue probing, and he let his mouth open. The hand fisted in his shirt relaxed, and smoothed down his chest, making him shift around, and Kiba moaned indecently into his mouth, a sound that went straight to his crotch.

It was hot and wet and he was unprepared for the sensation that overcame him, warm, tingling, flushing through his whole body. He was still shaking. “Shino…” He’d never heard Kiba’s voice like that, crooning, pleading. Both of the boy’s arms were wound around him, cementing them together, and he felt a hardness press against his own, making him gasp.

He let his hands do what they ached to, pet them down Kiba’s sides, feeling the rough mesh over the warm silk of skin. Kiba was doing something in his mouth that made him pant, made him push himself against the other boy and fall into a rhythm with the kiss. He rocked his hips forward, and it felt good, so he did it again, grinding them against Kiba’s, and the Inuzuka broke away, crying out almost overly loud.

“Fuck, Shino…” He found himself pulled roughly over onto the couch, landing over Kiba, who squirmed and gasped and moved himself around until his thighs had locked around Shino’s hips.

Propped at arms length, Shino paused when the boy took hold of his glasses and made to slide them off. He was suddenly wholly uncomfortable for no good reason, because Kiba had already seen his eyes, black from corner to corner, and he knew the boy didn’t mind them. Glasses on the table, he felt an insistent mouth doing obscene things to his earlobe and neck and shivered harshly.

Kiba fell back, pulled hard with his thighs so they rubbed together again, Shino still at arms length over him. “Fuck, Shino…” He was panting again, eyes nothing but glittering slits. “You always look so fucking good…” They were moving together, rubbing. “Ah, so fucking good…” His head tilted back into the couch, collarbone thrown into sharp relief. “Ah, touch me, Shino… god…”

Shino gave into another urge at the boy’s insistence, leaned down, still moving his hips into Kiba’s, and tongued along the collarbone, then up, tracing the boy’s neck and biting gently, sucking hard. Hands pulled at the hem of his shirt, tugged it over his head and dropped it on the floor, and he slowed and sat back so they could remove Kiba’s as well, kicking off their shoes while they were at it. Still sitting up between the Inuzuka legs, he felt deft hands exploring his stomach and sharp fangs digging into the skin of his neck as Kiba bit and sucked and licked there.

The boy groaned his name again and Shino looked down, his fingers threading through dark hair, really looked and felt his breath catch. Legs spread and hooked around him, cheeks flushed, Kiba was already tugging on the button of his jeans, squirming because apparently even now he couldn’t keep still.

“Touch me-” that panting against his neck was going to finish him off. “Oh god, touch me, Shino.”

He did, kneaded his fingers down the Inuzuka’s back, pushed him down again and grabbed a firm ass as Kiba finally got a hand inside his pants, their chests brushed, and Shino’s world spun around him as fingers stroked and pet and jerked him off, touching him directly now.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” The hand on his cock sped up, and Shino reached down further, felt the bulge in Kiba’s pants and squeezed gently. Kiba made a sound like a whimper.

One of Kiba’s hands gripped the back of his neck again and in his hair, and Shino pushed both of his between them to undo the boy’s pants. Hesitant, he brushed his fingers along the length of it, feeling soft, soft skin and heat that made him groan and thrust down into the firm hand on him. He grew bolder, stroked in a way he knew he liked, and Kiba’s body moved with him, hard and eager.

That goddamn mouth that was still talking, telling him he was so hot, telling him it felt so good, tracked down his cheek, shoved a slick tongue past his lips again. Their mouths ground together as the hand left his cock, traced over the ass of his pants before slipping down the back of them, and Kiba’s thighs suddenly squeezed, pulled them together hard so that Shino’s hands had to stop what they were doing and dig into the couch just to keep him from losing his mind.

Their cocks touched, rubbed, Kiba thrust against him roughly, frantically, and he was just as frantic, making wordless noises of appreciation into the boy’s neck as slit eyes shut tightly and Kiba arched fantastically against him, still talking, saying, “God, Shino, it’s so fucking good, never felt so good, ah-AH!”

If his mind had been functioning he would have thought Kiba’s thighs were going to leave bruises on his hips as the boy’s whole body curled into him and shuddered and warm wetness soaked his abdomen. Kiba didn’t slow down for a second, kissed him again, sucked on his tongue and stroked him with a semen-coated hand, thighs sliding up and down his body now.

They parted--“Kiba,”--and he said the boy’s name for the first time since they’d kissed, let his lips fall against the swell of the Inuzuka’s cheek, and--“Ahhhhh-”--he came, better than he’d ever thought it could be, and shook in the aftermath, lying on Kiba, still between his legs, both of them trying to catch their breath.

The kikaichuu hummed pleasantly beneath his skin, matching his heartbeat as it slowed. The erratic pulse he could feel with his cheek pressed into Kiba’s neck began to normalize. They were both sticky and it was hotter than he liked it, even with their bodies beginning to cool, but he didn’t want to move.

He felt Kiba’s nose nudge his cheek and one of the boy’s hands ran up his back. The hand kept rubbing on his shoulder blade for a few minutes, and then the one between them pushed on him gently.

“You’re not light, you know.”

He recalled Shikamaru’s tired, pained expression every time the boy was forced to exert himself for anything, and Shino thought with a vague amusement that he understood the feeling now. Eventually he made his arms work, and pushed himself over so that he could lay on his side on Kiba’s right, leaning into the cushions of the back of the couch. Kiba turned his head so they faced each other. Shino looked down at his collarbone again, and felt the Inuzuka’s frown.

“Look at me.”

They were both bare-chested, pants open and loose, stomachs covered in semen, Shino half on top of Kiba because the couch wasn’t that big, but still he had trouble meeting that too-direct gaze. He let his hand fall on a flat, tanned stomach, ignoring the mess, and slid it back and forth.

The touch seemed to relax Kiba, he felt the frown dissipate, but the insistence was still strong. “Look at me, Shino.”

The boy wiggled a little to free the arm between them, and looped it around Shino’s neck, dragging him barely an inch closer so their mouths touched, and he had to either look at Kiba or close his eyes. He looked, stared down slit pupils with his black eyes, no whites or irises, just black like empty sockets, but Kiba never flinched, he grinned, in fact, seeming to find what he was looking for.

That particular grin raised a light flush on Shino’s pale cheeks, and he kissed Kiba, partly to hide it. Laughter into his mouth told him Kiba knew exactly what he was doing. His hand on the boy’s stomach moved around to Kiba’s back and pulled them even closer before the boy rolled away.

“I have to get Akamaru; I left him at Sakura’s.” He growled playfully, but it came out as a purr when Shino sat up with him, and he kissed the Aburame again, quickly, as though just to see if he could. He bumped their noses together. “We should get clean. I’ll have to borrow some pants.”

They stood, bare feet making indentations on the carpet. Shino listened to Kiba talk as he bent to pick up his shirt off the floor.

“…maybe get some lunch with everyone, dinner with Hinata if we can, then I really gotta get back to my apartment, cause I’m still tripping over unpacked boxes, and it’s not the most pleasant place to sleep at the moment--still working on getting that futon out of it’s crate-”

“Kiba.” He’d dropped a hand on the boy’s shoulder, and found himself with the Inuzuka’s full attention again. If he were prone to displays of nervousness, he would have bit his lip. “…stay here tonight.”

A slow smile worked it’s way onto Kiba’s face, and he looked around almost hopefully. “Yeah?”

Shino let his hand stay where it was. “Yeah.”

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