Progression

Hey all, again. Here's the first chapter of a four part piece I've ben working on. The second chapter's just around the corner (I promise smut ^^), I just need to finish and edit it. Then the last two are pretty much done so...yay!

Don't hate it immediately!! I promise it'll get better (aka - more lemon XD).

And if you give it a chance, I swear it'll love you back.

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"Mind if I join you?" came a gruff voice to Shikamaru's left. He frowned minimally. This was his 'cloud-viewing-alone-and-perhaps-a-quick-nap' time. 'Shika-time' for short. In his favourite field no less. And on such a nice day. The clouds were moving north-west at a slow pace, and the sky was the bluest it had been all year. Shikamaru's own personal heaven.

"Sure," he grunted, cracking an eye open to see who the hell had disturbed his peace. He saw Kiba unzip his jacket and lay it down on the grass to sit on it. "Where's Akamaru?"

Kiba shrugged.

"Dunno...we had an argument this morning and he's been ignoring me all day so I just decided to take a walk without him," he replied, laying back and tucking one arm under his head, the other resting on his stomach. Shikamaru frowned.

"That's unusual..." he muttered. Kiba nodded, his eyes closed over softly.

"Yeah...but he's been acting pissy for a while now. Sis says he's just sexually frustrated, but I dunno..." he said with a slight shrug. Shikamaru sat up a little, propping himself up by his elbows.

"Sexually frustrated, huh?" he said blankly, gazing up at the sky again in thought. Kiba smirked behind his back.

"Yeah...she said she'd set him up with one of the bitches at her surgery...let him have a little fun, y'know," he said, smirk rapidly growing into a grin. Shikamaru nodded absently. "'Sup with you? Don't tell me you're doing an Akamaru on me?" Kiba asked cheekily, now barely able to hold his laughter back.

Shikamaru twisted round instantly, staring at him in shock.

"N-no, of course not...what the hell are you talking about?!" he nearly yelled at Kiba's laughing face.

"Just winding ya up...calm down...unless..." he said, calming his hysteria to a calm, seductive smirk, "...you need help calming down..." he said softly, suggestively running his fingertip lightly over the tiny patch of skin visible on his stomach, just above his low pants. Shikamaru glared at him, but his eyes were on that sliver of tan, following the finger as it stroked so lightly across his skin.

"I...don't know what you mean..." he said, frowning. Kiba's grin returned. He sat up, crawling over to the other boy and kneeling up to face him at eye level.

"Wow...I outsmarted a genius..." he said quietly, the same fingertips reaching to dance gently across Shikamaru's cheek. His eyes fluttered closed, if only for a second, and his heart jumped slightly, butterflies gathering in his stomach.

Why the hell was this affecting him so much? Kiba was touching him, on his face, with his fingers. Why did that make him want to lie down and let Kiba do whatever he felt like? Maybe he was sexually frustrated...he hardly ever touched himself anymore, since he was always too tired. Maybe this was a dream? It certainly felt heavenly; those rough, calloused, gnawed fingers brushing his skin with such tenderness, caressing him so gently, petting him.

"Well...?" he heard Kiba breathe. Shikamaru's eyes opened to see Kiba's face had moved closer to his own. The fingertips on his cheek had changed to a palm, cupping his face adoringly, a thumb stroking slowly across the patch next to his nose. Shikamaru breathed out softly.

"Well kiss me then..." he whispered, blushing slightly. Kiba cocked a smirk, hardly as animalistic as usual. His sudden rush of feelings for the boy in front of him was overriding all of his other functions. Without hesitation he pressed forward, lips brushing against the other's so lightly it could barely be felt.

But it was.

His hand moved slowly, tentatively, from the grass beside his leg to Kiba's shoulder, the other landing on his thigh, resting there gently. Kiba leaned in a little further, applying more pressure and flicking his toungue across the line between Shikamaru's lips slowly, parting them effectively and licking the inside of his upper lip.

'What the hell is this...? Kiba's kissing me? And I'm kissing back?! It must be a dream...this would never happen...damn good dream, though...' Shikamaru thought, pressing back a little and reaching his tongue out to slide against Kiba's tantalisingly.

He heard a moan, something like a deep, low growl, come from the very back of Kiba's throat, and decided quickly that it was the most erotic thing he'd ever heard. It even beat all the sounds he'd heard from those video tapes he'd seen in his father's wardrobe, neatly covered over by a range of old clothing. He had stolen one once, simply out of curiosity, and came three times by the end of it.

But Kiba's growl was sending him almost over the edge already, and they had only been kissing for a few seconds. There was something deeply sensual about the boy, from his heightened sense of smell, to how he couldn't keep still for three seconds straight, to how he always managed to find a way to touch those he was with at the time, wrapping his arm around their shoulders or ruffling their hair. Or kissing them with such vigour and passion as he was just now.

If this was Kiba after practically nothing had happened, Shikamaru didn't know what to expect next.

Little did he know the mind-numbing, soul-shaking ride he was about to jump into.

Their journey had just begun.


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It's not too bad, is it? Is it?! Argh!

*stressstressfrustrationstress*

RxR = love btw
xxx