Completion

Yeah...I'm back again. Gotta say, I'm a tad obsessed with these two...wonder if anyone noticed...

On with the ficcie!! The idea struck me on day for no apparent reason...but yeah, it's mainly just smut and Kiba being evil, which is always good, right?

Okies, if you like it or if you don't, please don't hesitate to let me know. I need motivation, damnit!!

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What was this feeling? He was sure he'd never experienced it before...nope, never. It was so strong too...if he didn't do something about this he might scream...

Nara Shikamaru wanted to train. Actually wanted to work hard and better his abilities.

"I must be losing it..." he muttered irritably to himself, frowning at the ripples the water's surface made as he threw a small rock sitting innocently at his foot into it's depths. "Damn it..."

With that he stood, shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking his feet a he walked towards the nearest training field. Hopefully no one would see him...now that would be troublesome.

"Oy! Nara, wait up!" he heard a loud yell from behind him. He groaned.

'Dear God...it just had to be him...' he whined in his head, turning and staring at the blond idiot as he sprinted over to the lazy boy.

"What?" he asked harshly. Naruto ignored his tone and shrugged, arms behind his head.

"Wanna get somethin' to eat? I got vouchers from Ichiraku's 'cause they've been open five years now and had a birthday celebration thing and Ayame-neechan gave me them. So you wanna eat? 'Cause I've been training my ass off all morning and I'm fuckin' starving, y'know? I already know what I'm gonna have, too! Been thinkin' about it since I woke up! So you wanna go? Like I said it's on me!" he rambled. Shikamaru chose not to hear any of the irrelevant, excessive babble and had begun walking away half way through the first sentance.

"No," he said. Naruto groaned.

"C'mon, man! What else are you gonna do?" he whined, tugging on Shikamaru's sleeve. He was shrugged off just as the Nara turned and entered the training grounds. "Oh, are you gonna train? Want me to join you? I know I'm hungry and all but I could spot you if you want and we could eat later? Wait, why are you training anyway? You hate all that! Is it 'cause you're getting fat? 'Cause you're not, I don't think anyway. Or are you bored or somethin'? 'Cause I always train when I'm bored, y'know? It's, like, the only way I can, like, not be bored, y'know? But man I'm hungry...fuck it... Sorry, Shikamaru, I'm gonna go eat. My ramen is calling me!" he cried heartily, shooting off through the trees before he could ever realise that Shikamaru hadn't listened to a word he said.

'God damn...at least there doesn't seem to be anyone around...' he thought to himself.

"Konoha's Beautiful Green Beast has entered his sanctuary or youth and life!" called a voice from not too far off.

"Oh man..." Shikamaru grumbled to himself, about to turn around and leave before a flash of green and orange darted before him.

"A youthful opponent! Nara-san, how are you this fine, splendid day? Are those favourite clouds of yours playing up to your admirations?" Rock Lee gushed, overly-shiny black hair saying slightly in the summer breeze.

"Forget it..." Shikamaru mumbled, walking past him, vaguely hearing the cries from behind him.

"If he leaves the grounds with his hair tied up, I shall climb every tree in the area using clenched fists, curled toes, gritted teeth and closed eyes!" Lee yakked to himself. Shikamaru contemplated taking his hair down, just to piss the older boy off, but figured it'd be too bothersome, having to reach up and all. Why did he want to train again?

"Can't a guy train in peace? Does there always need to be some psycho supervising?" he asked himself, glaring at his feet as he walked back to the main village. Maybe he'd go to Chouji's place. They had a bit of room he could use...but the young Akimichi would probably answer the door, and upon seeing his best friend would automatically assume this meant lunch at the Korean barbeque restaurant, therefore drag poor Shikamaru there kicking and complaining bitterly. Screaming was too much work.

"Shikamaru!"

'God, what now?' his mind raged as he turned to see Kiba running up. The image of this still sent his heart fluttering a little. He didn't know why.

"What?"

"What'cha doin'?" the dog nin asked, Akamaru jumping all over Shikamaru's feet in attempt of getting attention from him. He shrugged, hands in his pockets.

"Looking for somewhere to train..." he said. Hiding it from Kiba would be useless. A glint shimmered in the Inuzuka's eye as he grinned wickedly.

"I'll train with you..." he said, tone suddenly soft yet dangerous, as he swiftly stepped closer and wrapped both arms around Shikamaru's waist. The genius frowned.

"I don't mean train as in sex. I mean train as in practise, baka," he said, shoving him away. Kiba howled at him dissapointedly, and followed when his lover began walking away.

"But you never practise!" he protested. Shikamaru glared at him for a moment.

"I just feel like it!" he said, shrugging off Kiba's random and spontaneous advances.

"Well, if you like, I can show you this new technique I've been learning. I could teach you, it's pretty simple," he said, tone innocent enough, but Shikamaru knew there was something behind it. He frowned.

"What kind of technique?" he asked. Kiba shrugged.

"Le'mme just show you, ne?" he said, smiling and grabbing Shikamaru's hand, tugging him off the path and into the large group of trees lining the area. He allowed himself to be dragged off, Akamaru having dissapeared somewhere which made him even more suspicious. Kiba was up to something and he didn't like it. He was supposed to be practicing right now.

"What's this technique, then?" he demanded, whipping his hand away from Kiba's as they entered a small clearing. Kiba's happy, innocent smile quickly grew into a sadistic grin and Shikamaru suddenly found himself backed against a tree, arms pinned above his head. He growled.

"Kiba, I'm trying to train. Can you rape me later, please?" he bit out, making his lover chuckle and move closer still, pressing their bodies together.

"But sex is the best exercise...surely you knew that..." he purred, moving down slightly to nibble at Shikamaru's neck.

"That's beside the point! I don't want sex right now, I want to train!" he said angrily, more upset that Kiba wasn't listening to him than anything else.

"Aww...and I was gonna show you that technique, too..." Kiba whispered, suckling slightly on Shikamaru's collarbone. The Nara frowned.

"So? I can't be bothered with any of your crazy new sex positions right now, anyway," he said, cursing himself for wincing slightly as Kiba bit down on his shoulder. He damned himself to all Hell when he shuddered a little as Kiba's long, talented tongue danced along the near-wound. He felt Kiba smirk.

"You didn't complain last time..." he reminded him. Shikamaru would have glared at him had his eyes not been closed as he attempted to regain his composure.

"I did afterwards. You nearly broke my leg," he hissed. Kiba snickered again and moved up to kiss gently along Shikamaru's jaw bone.

"But this one's different...it's special..." he said softly, the trail of butterfly kisses running up his cheek now, towards his ear. Shikamaru fought wildly with his blush, eventually losing and groaning as Kiba pressed harder against him still.

"I don't want to..." he tried to object, but this only earned him another laugh.

"Sure you don't..." the sarcastic reply was whispered directly in his ear, along with a hot blast of breath and a soft lick. He shuddered again.

"Seriously. I don't," he said, trying to convince himself more that Kiba now, his body putting up a very good fight against him.

"If you don't, then what's this?" Kiba asked, the hand that wasn't holding Shikamaru's wrists in place suddenly cupping his growing arousal, making him gasp loudly and panting as it began rubbing slowly in a circular motion,

"You bastard...You know my ears are sensitive..." he said, landing all the blame on Kiba, who deserved it fully. The one and only time Shikamaru had felt motivated for anything, and Kiba had ruined it. What if the First had done that?! Had thought up the idea of creating such a prosperous village, a loyal and productive people, and then gotten distracted by some horny sex God?! That would never have happened! "I'm serious, let me go, Kiba!" he moaned, his words completely contradicting his desperate tone, breath becoming more ragged my the second as Kiba's hand worked harder.

"Make me," Kiba growled in his ear again, and suddenly Shikamaru forgot what he was complaining for.

"N-no..." he panted, wriggling his arms slightly in attempt to break loose on Kiba's freakishly strong one handed grasp.

"If you wanna go train so bad, show me how much you don't want me," Kiba whispered, squeezing harshly and nibbling on the ear lobe.

"I don't...no..." Shikamaru gasped, his resolve slipping further and further away quickly. Kiba was one hell of a seducer.

"Y'know, Nara... I'll let you go if you really, really want. Just tell me...what are you gonna train for? Are you gonna practice your jutsus? Or weaponary? Or are you gonna work out? Maybe you'll try a little taijutsu...start kickiing trees and shit. Gettin' all sweaty and dirty...it's a hot day, you might need to take your shirt off...I know I would. This jacket's not build for summer heat. On days like this I don't even wear anythin' underneath..." he growled lowly in Shikamaru's ear. He responded in all the right ways, gasping and rolling his hips slightly involuntarily, breath hitching when Kiba moved against him in the slightest ways.

"Nnuh...Kiba..." He was starting to really want this now. Training was pointless, period. "Ohh...yeah..." he breathed as Kiba's fingers hooked onto the waist band of his pants, tugging on them ever so slightly.

"You still want me to stop...?" Kiba whispered against his throat. He shook his head slightly, rendered voiceless when Kiba's teeth sunk gently into his jugular. The guy was obsessed with biting, seriously! Shikamaru couldn't remember a time when they'd been together and he'd came out mark-free. "You wanna keep going...?" Shikamaru nodded desperately, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open in a constant silent scream, panting heavily under Kiba's ministrations.

"P-please..." he managed to choke out, feeling Kiba's rumbling laughter against his chest. In a matter of seconds he was shirtless, his chuunin vest and jacket tossed unceremoniously to the ground at his feet. Kiba's jacket quickly followed suit, and true to his word he was naked underneath.

"I like you all tied up like this..." he heard the soft, deadly comment, and knew that Kiba was going to torment him until it was over. He always did. Kiba's body heat left him for a nano-second, and when it returned he felt a familiar soft cloth object wrap around his wrists.

"Wh-what you doing...?" he asked, his breathing refusing to calm down and instead getting more harsh, begining to hurt his lungs.

"Don't act like you have no idea..." Kiba replied, his voice also a little strained. Shikamaru's eyes cracked open slightly and he glanced up.

The sleeves of Kiba's jacket were now tied securely around his bound wrists, and the hood was hanging on a short branch, not high enough to lift him up, but enough to keep his arms hanging above his head. The fur of the cuffs was tickling his arms ever so slightly as the breeze sauntered past, which frustrated him to no end.

"God damnit, Kiba..." he cursed, glancing back down to see the Inuzuka's reaction. Kiba only blinked before throwing himself forwards into the Nara's body, hands grasping at his thighs and yanking him up to wrap his legs around the powerful waist. Shikamaru felt his back being whammed full force into the tree, the harsh texture of the bark scratching his bare skin and making him bite his lip to keep from complaining of his discomfort. Said discomfort sobered him up immediately, making him realise how pissed off he really was. "Why d'you always choose the worst spots to try out new things? First, behind Ichiraku's, then outside the Hokage's office?! Seriously, do you, like, try to make people see us?" he vented. Kiba ignored every word, hands having found the curve of Shikamaru's behind, and had slipped inside the pants to get a better squeeze. Shikamaru would never say it, but he loved it.

"So what if I wanna show you off..." he murmured into Shikamaru's neck, a finger tracing deeper down, searching about as he tried to find the right spot. Eventually he found the tiny, tight little hole and teased slightly, flicking his sharp nail gently across, making it's owner squirm violently.

"But...still...ahh..." he tried to complain, eyes clenching shut as he wriggled around, not sure if he wanted to get away from the odd feeling, or get more of it.

Kiba withdrew his hand to bring it up to Shikamaru's mouth, toying with his lips for a moment before digging them inside. Shikamaru sucked, he had to. He needed to have some input other than voice his complaints and protests. Kiba would get sick of that soon, and if he wasn't careful he'd get gagged. Again.

The fingers were torn from his mouth after three long, hard sucks. He felt Kiba drop him, remove his pants and lift him up again, replacing the coated fingers back at his entrance in a heartbeat. In half as long, one was pressing wantonly inside of him, worming about and stretching him as quickly as possible. Shikamaru couldn't hold back his moans, and a little smile at his lovers rush to get things done.

Inuzuka Kiba was not a patient man.

The second finger entered so suddenly Shikamaru almost clenched to prevent it, his bodily instincts trying to stop the intrusion. Kiba only snarled and shoved in harder, letting him know who was in charge. Then Shikamaru felt the familiar sensation of electricity sparking his body alight, making him whine Kiba's name as his bound hands clenched into fists and his legs contracting around Kiba's hips tightly. Kiba stroked the spot somewhat delicately, half in slight appology for being rough before, half in torture by going too gently with him now.

"Ki-Kiba...please..." he groaned, his head rolling back to rest against the tree trunk he was tied up to. Kiba didn't need convincing; he was about to do it anyway, whether Shikamaru had asked or not. One hand flew down to unzip his pants and let them fall about his ankles. Kiba licked the palm, binging it down to lubricate his erection as much as he could before pressing against Shikamaru's heated entrance and moving in slowly.

"Nngh...God damn..." he muttered, looking down at Shikamaru's naked lower half, his erection squashed between them as Kiba fully sheathed himself. He stilled for a moment to catch his breath.

"Move, Kiba!" was the snapped order, making him chuckle slightly and draw out, pretending he was going to go slowly, but slamming back in before he even got half way. Shikamaru's throat hitched and a tiny squeak danced between his lips, followed by an angry glare. "Is this the stupid trick you were gonna teach me?! Make me sound like a girl?!" he raged, legs hooked round Kiba's waist as the rest of him was tied to a tree in broad daylight.

"Relax..." was Kiba's only reply, rocking agaist him slightly instead of thrusting, in order to calm the other down a little. Shikamaru gasped at the feeling of Kiba moving in slow, rolling motions inside of him, and the friction created as his cock rubbed against Kiba's abdomen continuously. His prostate was brushed against with a lightness of a feather, as if Kiba was trying NOT to hit it. Shikamaru's eyebrow twitched in annoyance and was about to complain before Kiba pulled out almost completely, driving back in without holding back, slamming their bodies together forcefully.

He cried out as Kiba hit him dead center, full on inside, creating a glorious rush of pure, straight up hormones around Shikamaru's body. He tugged at his arms again, both out of habit and wanting to touch his lover. Stroke his hair, grip his arms, scratch across his back. Anything! But he couldn't. And he hated the fact as Kiba dove straight in again, in a hard, sharp movement, that the Nara couldn't even lean down to kiss him.

As if reading his mind, Kiba tilted his head up, catching Shikamaru off guard and melting their lips together in the most sensual kiss they had ever shared. Having his mouth already hanging slightly open, Kiba wasted no time in devouring his lower lip; nipping, sucking and licking across it tantalisingly slow.

He sunk back inside, Shikamaru gasping out as he was hit yet again. He didn't think he could ever get tired of, or even used to, the sensation of Kiba touching that spot. Every time with him was like the first; special, and perfect. New things always working their way into old routines to prevent boredom or loss of interest.

In the back of his mind, he contemplated that this was their first time doing anything remotely sexual outside except kiss. Sure, they'd fooled around in public, but not going completely back to nature like this.

God, it felt amazing.

A breeze danced past him, toying with his hair and ghosting over his sensitive skin, mixing and mingling with Kiba's short, panting breaths that were lavishing his neck. He reached up again, sinking his tongue past Shikamaru's gasping lips to caress the roof of his mouth, tickling it somewhat and sliding Shikamaru's own, twisting and entwining with it, tasting and memorising.

Shikamaru was struck once more, making him cry out, tugging furiously on the jacket binding him. He groaned as he felt Kiba smirk against his cheek, and felt the other's chest rumble slightly with a chuckle.

"I'd let you down...but y'just look so good tied up..." he murmured against Nara skin, kissing softly across his jawbone and licking harshly across his cheek to his ear, wrapping his tongue around the earring and tugging gently with his sharp teeth.

Again. He didn't know what the point of counting was. He knew he was going to come soon; that familiar yet ever exciting tingle in his balls, the first lick of orgasm flowing around his stomach, creating butterflies to flit around in anticipation. His blood felt like fire, searing through his veins and pumping his heart faster. Kiba snarled in his ear; a tell tale sign of his own approaching climax.

A final sharp jab to his core, and Shikamaru screamed everything and nothing to the silent wilderness, coating both his and Kiba's stomachs with himself, his head falling forwards as he almost cried in the ecstasy of completion. That's what it was, really. Every time.

Completion.

Kiba let out a strange strangled cry, head flung back as he bared his teeth to the sky, hips still pumping forward slightly as he finished.

Shikamaru smirked at himself in the usual post-coital haze, sighing happily with his after-glow. Kiba glanced up and snickered, leaning up and kissing him again, although half-heartedly. Sex always took it out of him somewhat, especially if it was him doing all the work...and seeing as who his partner was, it usualy was.

"Good...good..." he murmured, lips still pressing against the other's and grinning lazily.

"I'm gonna kill you, y'know..." Shikamaru sighed, still smiling to himself. Kiba instantly pouted and stared up at him.

"Why?"

"Baka...you messed up my motivation. I'll probably never want to train again..." he growled, laughing sligtly at Kiba's hurt look.

"Well...I...whatever..." he stuttered, forgetting all about anything that was being said and nuzzling close into Shikamaru's neck.

"So you gonna let me down...?" the Nara asked after a few minutes. Kiba snickered again, standing back and pulling out, causing a yelp from Shikamaru and an angry glare.

"Maybe I'll just leave you there... It can be your training!" he said happily, reaching down to pull his pants back up. Shikamaru glowered at him.

"Let me down. Now!" he ordered, kicking his legs and screaming as Kiba turned and began walking away.

"Practice gettin' outta sticky situations! It'll be useful!" he called over his shoulder, laughing loudly to drown out Shikamaru's screeches or rage following behind.


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Aww, poor Shika.

Aniways, I'm not sure if this is a oneshot...I know I could take it further but not sure if I can be bothered...

It's an open decision just now.

xxx