Aburame Wisdom

This is a oneshot/drabble I wrote for an exchange with whisperelmwood on y!gallery:

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A time for rest follows times of action.

Shino quietly repeated this, calming himself in the Abarame way as he heard Kiba shifting in his sleeping roll across the tent. He focused on keeping his own breaths calm and still, timing them to fall in synch with sleeping Hinata who lay between him and the Inuzuka. Their mission had been long and difficult, and they still had quite a bit of traveling to do the next day. He heard Kiba shift again, and again, and yet again. Did that mean he was lying awake? Like Shino? Could the reason he was lying awake possibly be the same?

Assumptions lead to dangerous errors in judgements.

Shino's thoughts shifted to the this calming, rational mantra as he heard soft, faint noises coming from across the tent. Stirringly familiar noises. Noises of surreptitious self-stimulation. Self-satisfaction. Was it possible... Could his highly tuned hearing be interpreting those noises correctly? He tried to shift his senses' focus back to Hinata. Even breath in... Even breath out... Even breath in.... But was that possibly Kiba's breath starting to catch? Possibly a breathy sigh, an exhalation of pleasure from touch and visualized fantasy that escaped from Kiba's slightly parted lips?

A comrade must know when to approach with support, and when to recede with discretion.

These words slipped around the edges of Shino's thoughts, trying to find a firm foothold in the usually imperturbable Abarame mind yet dissipating into meaningless syllables as Shino heard the unmistakable sounds of hand sliding up, down, up, down, updownupdown... The syllables liquified further at the sound of panting breath, the breathing of self-pleasure. Shino knew that if he turned his head to the side he could see Kiba. He knew that if he reached out, reached over the softly sleeping sweetness that was Hinata, he could touch... could touch...

Comrades always maintain a respectful distance. The reason for this is... is....

Shino's hand had disconnected from his mind and made the mutinous decision to slide under his blanket, under his coat, under his pants, under his briefs, and on to the heated, hardened part of his body that seemed to be wired directly to the sounds made by Kiba. The Abarame mantras had become indecipherable words, floating on top of the current of need, want, and desire for pleasure that coursed unchecked through Shino's entire body and mind.

Calm the kikaichu... Calm the kikaichu....

Shino tried to spare just enough of his mind to repeat that self-command as he sped his self-ministrations to match Kiba's speed. He heard his own breath slipping from his mouth a little too fast, a little too loud, causing ripples of disturbance in this night that held only the sounds of Kiba. And now Shino.

And then...

Shino felt a hand cover his. Kiba's hand. The kikaichu buzzed gently under his skin as he allowed himself to look sideways. To look at Kiba even as he melted into the touch of his hand.

He sat up on his own bedroll, slowly, to ensure Kiba wouldn't lose his hold. He mirrored Kiba's kneeling position, and leaned forward to allow Kiba to lean back a bit, increase his comfort. He struggled to wrap his thoughts and actions around a cornerstone of rationality, an Abarame saying passed down through generations too far-reaching to count. As he lost that struggle he found his body assenting to Kiba's unspoken plan to kneel across from each other, reaching across Hinata. As though observing from a distance, he felt himself nudging his pants down just far enough to allow access. Just far enough to allow his comrade to touch, stroke, pleasure... To bond.

Their knees rested on the edges of Hinata's bedroll, their right arms reached across her silently sleeping form, as they began stroking each other in the rhythms they themselves were accustomed to, then adjusted based on their comrade's reactions. Shino preferred attention to be shown to his base every third stroke or so, with varying speed. Kiba preferred a quick, fast, quick, fast, steady speed right up against the head.

Neither spoke but both became careless about keeping their breathing silent, their moans clenched inside. As their pleasure increased, the tension built, and both began to feel their legs growing weak until suddenly, without warning...

Kiba stopped.

Then Shino stopped.

Both knelt across from each other, hands pulled uncertainly back to their own sides, panting, and unable to quite look each other in the face.

The kikaichu hummed on the brink of exiting Shino's body as he calmed himself, stilled his breathing, and waited for Kiba to speak. The silence stretched. Shino tried to think of an Abarame wisdom saying to pin his emotions down under. No saying came to mind. He took a deep breath and spoke the one word he could think of.

"Kiba..."

Kiba absently stroked himself, looking anywhere but at Shino, as he whispered back, "Yeah?"

"What did you want to happen? What does it mean?"

They both froze a moment as Hinata stirred in her sleep, sighing, and rolling over to resettle herself.

Shino heard Kiba's exhalation of relief simultaneous with his own, and tried to keep his eyes on Kiba's face. That amazing, sensually animalistic face streaked with primal red tattoos and characterized by canine eyes and biting teeth. That face that refused to look at Shino. He fought the urge to reach down to his own achingly neglected erection and mimic Kiba's seemingly subconscious movements as he softly repeated, "Kiba..."

Kiba looked up at him briefly, sliding his gaze over Shino's lower face and then away before responding, "I need to see your eyes. I need to see you exposed... open... trusting." Building up confidence, he raised his gaze to Shino's ever-present glasses and added, "Then I want to touch you while you touch me. I've wanted that, and more, for a long time."

That was enough. Shino gratefully accepted this verbal token of Kiba's willingness to be exposed, open, and trusting. He rewarded Kiba by removing his glasses with slow, fluid movements. He allowed Kiba to come inside of this Abarame clan secret as far as the night darkness in the tent would allow. He replaced his glasses and waited.

Shino saw Kiba looking at him through the darkness, looking through his lenses and seeing the memory of the eyes he had been permitted to drown in, if only for a few moments.

He heard more clearly than saw Kiba take a raggedly deep breath in and out, then bend over Hinata's sleeping bundle on all fours. Leaving his knees on his own bundle, and resting his hands on Shino's he nudged and coaxed until he could easily take Shino into his mouth.

A fair number of kikaichu exited Shino's skin as his body adjusted and reacted to the intense pleasure of Kiba's mouth, lips, and tongue tasting and teasing. He reached down to wrap his hands in Kiba's hair, increasing the wildness of it rather than attempting to tame it. He spared only half a moment to glance at Hinata and ensure that she still slept. His pleasure had eclipsed all rational thought and concern, to the point where he felt a momentary pang of regret that Hinata had not woken to witness this primal pleasuring, pressing her fingers together, blushing and stammering.

The thought spurred him to clutch his fingers in Kiba's hair and begin thrusting, just slightly, into his mouth. Kiba moaned around his erection, an erotic counterpoint to the humming of the kikaichu.

Shino watched as Kiba steadied himself with one hand, and reached up for his own neglected arousal with the other. The words slid from his mouth as effortlessly and naturally as the kikaichu leaving his body. "Yesss, Kiba. Touch yourself. Touch yourself while you taste me. Ahhh, Kiba...."

Kiba moaned again, speeding up all of his actions until both shinobi were again tensed with labored breathing.

Kiba was the first to finish. He paused only a few moments to slide his mouth to the head of Shino's dripping erection, give a short, fully sated lick to the underside of his ridge, sit silently with eyes closed and breathing labored, then look straight up into Shino's no-longer-unknown eyes before resuming his former pace.

Shino pulled in his breath, held it, then focused on exhaling carefully and silently as Kiba went faster, deeper, slicker, whole mouth, pulling back, whole mouth, back again, teasing tongue, tongue, tongue, mouth again, faster, faster, faster until the kikaichu swarmed out into the tent and Shino's breathing was as uncontrolled as their flight. One, two, three more mouth strokes and Shino was gripping, crying out, tensing, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing... All rational thought drowning in sensation and pleasure.

Shino fell forward, barely missing Hinata's body as his arms found purchase on the floor of the tent and Kiba quickly scrambled back, softly laughing. They both took a minute to catch their breath, slow their pulses, and process this intimate step down their road as comrades.

Shino took a cloth from his pack and silently cleaned Hinata's bedroll, calling the kikaichu back to himself and regaining self control. He redid his pants, hearing Kiba do the same, and reached for the appropriate thing to say in this moment. The silence stretched, not uncomfortably, until Shino thought of what he wanted to say.

"Kiba. Thank you."

He saw Kiba's canines flash in the deepening dark before he reached over to give Shino's hand a brief, awkward squeeze. He heard his precious comrade flop back down on his bedroll and fall quickly into a deep sleep.

Shino lay awake, listening to the soft, even breaths until he too drifted... to... sleep...

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