Sniffing Out Naruto

Author's Notes: Written for the fantastic Splash, my favorite KibaNaru author, among other things. ;]

Kiba snuck into the bedroom, stepping lightly on his toes, carefully avoiding discarded kunai and keeping clear of all the creaky floorboards. He stepped over a couple unfurled scrolls lying on the floor and a mess of discarded ramen containers. That Naruto, his room was a pigsty. Worse than Kiba's, though admittedly not by much. Not that Kiba paid much attention to how messy Naruto's room was. He was focused on one thing only. The Search.

He scanned the floor. Socks, a t-shirt, some shurikens, a spare headband, a softcore porn mag, more socks, belt pouch, comics--where the fuck were they? You'd think they'd be on the floor with the rest of his crap. They'd certainly fit in.

He gave the room a sniff. Ahhh, there it was. He'd know that smell anywhere. He cornered in on the scent. A bureau set against the one wall by the window. Top drawer on the left. He opened it up--and breathed in the heady aroma.

Naruto's underwear drawer.

"Hehh . . . Jackpot," Kiba mumbled, taking another nice long sniff. He brought up a pair of shorts to his nose. Even clean, Naruto's boxers still smelled like the guy, bearing the unmistakable scent of Uzumaki butt and groin. And even better, it seemed that Naruto was the type to re-use his underwear from day to day. Probably just turned them inside out before throwing 'em back on. That'd be just like him.

Kiba inhaled deeply, his nostrils digging every scent they could out of the scrap of fabric. Smelled like Naruto's sweat. The best kind of sweat, too--the private musky scent that only a guy's privates can generate under heavy exertion.

Kiba had been getting off on Naruto's scent for a while now, unobtrusively sniffing him anytime he was within nose distance. And with Kiba's advanced training in long-distance tracking, coupled with Naruto's lax attitude on regular baths, Kiba could sniff the other guy from quite a distance these days.

Kiba couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was that was so hot about the way Naruto smelled. He just did. There was something about his warm-orange-ramen-earthy-fox scent that drove Kiba wild. But then, Kiba wasn't too into analysis. Naruto smelled like sex, and that was all that Kiba needed to know.

Naruto, of course, was completely unaware of Kiba's olfactory attentions, the dunce. Probably thought Kiba just had a cold, the rate that he sniffed whenever Naruto was around.

Stopping for a second, Kiba listened to make sure that the shower water was still running. Kiba grinned to himself when he heard it. The idiot was singing in the shower. That meant Kiba had plenty of time to smell all he wanted. Kind of fun to know that Naruto was wet and naked while he did it, too. He snaked a hand down inside his pants, wrapping it around his hardening cock as he breathed in again.

He was holding the well-worn pair of boxers to his nose and mouth like some kind of gas-mask now. His nose painted him a mental picture as his nostrils flared out. Naruto's tan, rounded buttocks rubbing together while on his missions, building up friction and a considerable amount of sweat between them. The guy's balls bouncing and jangling around, along with his cock, as as he ran and jumped around. His slick, sweaty thighs. And, was that--? Ho shit, yeah. It was. A slight scent of cum at the shorts' crotch area, mixed in with tiny flecks of pube hair. Probably from drops of pre-cum of when Naruto got all boned up daydreaming about his Sakura-chan. Or about Sasuke. Whoever. Didn't really matter.

Kiba licked his lips, and started really jerking, imagining Naruto playing with himself. He'd have that dopey grin on his face, yeah. Smiling dumbly while he stroked his cock, squeezing his balls, rubbing up and down his shaft. He'd probably be panting while he did it. No, not panting. Moaning. Yeah, he'd be loud while he jacked off. Naruto was always loud. Maybe he'd finger himself while he was it. Stick a finger up between those toned buns of his. Then two fingers. Then . . .

Speaking of Naruto's butt, Kiba wanted a whiff of that. Kiba breathed in yet again, this time at the underwear's rump. Smelled like ass back there, unsurprisingly. Sweat and butt-cheeks and ramen-scented farts. He would've gagged, except he was totally getting off on it instead.

These shorts were great. Each newfound crease, fold, and wrinkle of fabric brought new sexy smells to Kiba's nose. His thumb rubbed around the fabric, finding worn spots in the back of the shorts, and he got extra hard thinking about tanned ass cheeks peeking through those holes. Naruto probably didn't even know how his butt showed through in the back. Kiba rubbed the head of his cock and groaned. Yeah. This'd be fodder for a good week of jacking, at least.

Another moan escaped Kiba's lips as he discarded the shorts he was using, and picked up another. This pair was bright orange and even funkier than the last one. Naruto apparently didn't use detergent in his laundry, either.

He was so lost in sniffing the new pair of shorts that he didn't notice the sound of Naruto's bathroom door opening. Or Naruto's mutters about forgetting his loofah and stomping into his room. Naruto started when he saw Kiba there, and Kiba turned around at the same moment.

They both froze.

Kiba, with a hand thrust down his pants, a pair of Naruto's boxers pressed firmly against his nose.

Naruto, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, all tan muscle and wet skin, hair dripping.

Then the moment was over.

"Kiba!? What the hell are you doing in my room?"

Kiba grimaced. How the fuck hadn't he heard Naruto coming in? He was supposed to be still showering. The guy had some nerve, sneaking around in his own home like that.

"Hey, are you--Are you sniffing my underwear!?"

Kiba thought about how to answer that. "Uh . . . no?" he came up with, lamely.

"But you are! You're jacking off to my shorts! AHHH!" Naruto said, and pointed with both hands, spluttering.

Naruto, however, had forgotten about the need to keep holding on to his towel. As the thing fell right off, Kiba got a good eyeful of Naruto's moist cock, fresh and clean from the shower. Swinging free and poking damply out of his wet, blond pubes. Wet, gleaming thighs. The toned 'V' of his abdomen. Acres of glistening Naruto flesh.

It was around that point that Kiba decided he'd much prefer to sniff Naruto in person, rather than get his scent second-hand from some used underwear.