Skies & Spies

NOTES: Akamaru is elsewhere, and I've taken the usual liberties in describing the Rain Village.

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Wind washed throughout the field, swaying the grass from side to side, flowing into an endless beyond as Kiba lay upon his back, staring at the sky, hands behind his head, an ankle perched upon his knee. Marshmallows, rabbits, and vanilla ice cream drifted about the azure plains above. If you looked closely, you could just make out a carrot sliding towards that rabbit’s buckteeth. If you squinted a little, you might’ve even caught a glimpse of a big dipper scooping up those mounds of ice cream, plopping them on a nice, fat cake. In other words, Kiba was looking at clouds. You fill in the rest.

And it wasn’t something he normally did. No, this was Shikamaru’s job/hobby/life/whatever, thank you very much. But after a near-death experience in the Rain Village (compliments of some jackalope and a needlespray umbrella), it felt great. To just relax like this. To do nothing. To be lazy and let his imagination run wild, sketching the sky with his mind. All the clouds in the Rain Village were gray blobs, phantom shrouds, arcane mists. As much as Kiba enjoyed playing around in April showers, hopscotching through puddles, slinging mudballs at people, those gray clouds had a way of tranquilizing the exhilaration of a mission. It made the excitement of battle—unexciting. Dreary. Like some lurking fear was watching you, peering down at you, spying on you. Rain had its place in Kiba’s mind—a very fond place—but his job was not one of them.

He rolled over, wrapping an arm around Naruto, yawning out a sort of gimme-some-loving moan. It was good to be home again, basking under these warm white clouds, away from danger—real good.

Naruto stirred, scratching his stomach, and groaned. “Hey . . . I was sleeping, dammit.”

Kiba chuckled. “Sorry.”

Naruto stretched and rolled over into Kiba’s chest, tangling himself up in him. “That’s all right. Wasn’t dreaming of much, anyway. What you been doing?”

Kiba inhaled Naruto’s hair. “Looking at clouds.”

Naruto glanced up at the sky. “Oh yeah?” He pointed. “Hey, that one looks just like your ass.”

Kiba snorted, gazing over the blond’s head. “And that one looks just like my cock in your mouth.”

They both erupted into laughter, shaking about in each other’s arms, the sun mixing with Naruto’s heat. It felt so nice to Kiba after that constant wet-cold of the Rain Village. Like a pitcher of warmth pouring upon him, drenching him in liquid-love.

And lust.

He reached down Naruto’s back, rattling his fingers about as though he were playing the piano on Naruto’s spine, then slipped inside those windpants, clawing his way into those briefs.

“Kiba?” Naruto fidgeted. “What the hell? Out here?”

“Haven’t been with you in awhile.” Kiba gripped those firm globes. “Gotta get some ass.”

“You were only gone for a day, you corn dog!”

“So? I wanna fuck you. You got a problem with that?”

Naruto grinned. “Nope, not really—but what if someone’s watching?”

“If there were anybody out here, I’d smell ’em, remember?”

After a moment’s pause, Naruto’s smile widened into something devilish, and he rolled over onto his side, escaping Kiba’s grasp. “Let’s go then—hurry up!”

Canines poking out the sides of his mouth, Kiba yanked Naruto’s pants down, unzipped his own, lathered himself up with some spit, then plunged in.

“Ah!” Naruto yelped.

“Mmm,” Kiba moaned, shoving Naruto onto his stomach, now lying atop the boy, thrusting, pumping, massaging those broad shoulders at the same time.

Naruto groaned. “I get to do you after this, Kiba. My dick’s digging me a grave here.”

Kiba yodeled out some laughter. “Fair enough.”

As he continued to shove into Naruto, his crown penetrating those hot-wet depths, he noticed an alien scent stalking amongst their swirling musk. He sniffed. Ink. Paper. He sniffed again. The unmistakable scent of some girl. A generic female smell.

“Fuck,” he said, stopping his thrusts and lying flat upon the squishy cushions of Naruto’s ass, tail tucked between his legs. What the hell had he been thinking about? As sexy as the idea was of doing it outside at the risk of getting caught, actually getting caught was supreme humiliation. Flawless Victory. Perfect.

“What’s the deal, Kiba?” Naruto asked, lifting his head.

“Your damn teammates are watching us.”

After a few seconds of silence, Naruto’s head thudded back down on the grass, and he pushed back. “Fuck.” He pushed again. “Shit.” He pushed once more. “Piss.”

That’s when Kiba realized he hadn’t gone limp at all. He’d soared to new heights instead. Higher than the skies above. Yes, it was embarrassing—but it was also strangely sexy being watched like this. Yeah, that’s right. He’d give those spying fucknuts a real show.

And the next thing he knew, he’d ripped off their clothes and was ramming right back into Naruto.

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About twenty or so yards away, the two spies peeked over a bush, hidden amongst the shadows of the forest. Nodding like a scientist observing wildlife, the male sat cross-legged, one hand sketching the scene before them, the other hand placed upon his chin. Blood poured from the nearby kunoichi’s snout like a faucet screwed to the max . . . well, not really—but that was the equivalent of her excitement. You could almost hear streaming watery ambience as she watched. Naughty voyeur. Her mouth was a crescent of joy.

“Looks like I was wrong,” Sai said. “I can’t call him Kiba the bitch. He’s Kiba the alpha male.”

Sakura glanced at him, then back at the two boys, restraining her voice to a casual tone: “Sai, you don’t have to come up with a nickname for everyone, you know. Some people hate nicknames.”

He stared at her. “Oh. They do?”

“Yep. Hate ’em . . . and they especially hate the ones who come up with ’em.”

“I didn’t know that.” He gazed about the forest as though his eyes were tracking a butterfly. He looked back at her. “What about you?”

She would’ve answered, but Kiba buckled, sun slicing off his sweat-glazed back as he obviously climaxed inside of Naruto. She felt her loins grow burning, moist, and she forgot whatever the fuck Sai had just said as Kiba scrunched up, dragging Naruto’s hips along with him, pouring into the boy, finishing off doggy-style, his butt glistening in the sunlight, pelvis thrusting.

Naruto yelped.

“Ah, he really likes that penis power,” Sai said, nodding. “But I’ve always wondered whether he’d figure out how to use his own or not.”

Sakura ignored him, resisting the urge to start fingering herself as Kiba toppled onto Naruto’s back, their chests heaving up and down, moaning, groaning. She blushed as Kiba started kissing the nape of Naruto’s neck, planting smooches all over the boy’s back, massaging his shoulders with his thumbs—all while sheathed inside.

“Ah, they’re finished,” Sai said, standing up, about to step out into the field. “Now would be a good time to grab Naruto for our mission.”

“What’re you—get down!” Sakura yanked him back behind the bush.

He gave her his usual blank-paper look.

And after a few seconds of panting, she tried to explain: “Most people don’t like to be—watched while they . . . er—have sex.”

He blinked. “They don’t?”

She shook her head. “No—we should wait till they’re dressed at least.”

“Oh.” Sai sat back down, crossing his legs. “All right then. But you certainly like to watch this sort of thing, don’t you?”

About to retort in her usual snooty denial, Sakura caught movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced just in time to see Kiba lying upon his back. His ankles were perched upon Naruto’s shoulders as the blond started pumping into him, back and forth, to and fro.

“Hey,” Sai said, flipping to a new page in his sketchbook. “Naruto does know how to use his penis.”

Sakura fainted.