Delusions

Strong arms encircled his, pinning his naked, trembling body to the firm chest before him. A hot mouth descended, tongue pushing forcefully past his dry lips to plunder his awaiting mouth, making Kiba moan wantonly. He pushed himself back against the muscular but lithe body, making small keening noises as their erections ground together.

He was on the bed then, arms far stronger than his own pushing him down into the mattress, ripping his clothes from his body in an almost animalistic fashion. Teeth clamped down on his shoulder, hot breath playing across the wound as Kiba cried out, the sensation of pleasure and pain mixing inexplicably as his erection was fisted forcefully. He couldn’t help himself as his hips jerked forward, wanting more speed, more friction. The hand around his cock stilled, and was gone, causing Kiba to cry out at the loss, pushing back against his lover.

The hand that had been so recently pleasuring him joined its twin at his hips, holding him still in an iron grip that was almost guaranteed to leave bruises. He was beyond caring, though, as he felt the weeping head of his lovers’ erection press against the cleft of his backside. It was inside him, then, stretching him impossibly, its large girth filling him in ways he could have never imagined. There was no pain, only pleasure and this impossible heat that seemed to take over his whole body. His lover started to move, then, pushing him further down into the bed as he rode Kiba’s willing ass. Kiba was moaning almost constantly now, barely able to breathe but still managing to make enough noise to alert anyone in the vicinity as to what they were doing. He didn’t care though, as the waves of pleasure ripped through his body, causing it to shudder in delight. He could feel his climax approaching, pushing up through his body like fiery heat. The feeling of being possessed so completely and totally was intoxicating, pushing the heat around his veins faster than before, until he cried out his release with a passion he himself didn’t know he could muster.

“Ah! Shino!” Strong arms holding him, hands gripping his shoulders, shaking him awake…

“Kiba! Come on man, wake up!” The concerned blonde shook his friend once more before a sleepy and very confused Kiba pushed himself up, his blanket pooling around his waist as he blinked a few times to clear his vision. He looked over at his friend, noting the concern in his eyes, before memories of that very vivid dream started coming back to him. A deep crimson colour spread across his cheeks, rivalling that of the stripes on his face. He was glad for the darkness, as he knew it meant that Naruto would not be able to see the result on his blankets.

“You having that nightmare again?” Naruto asked; it was the third night in a row that he had had to wake his friend from his fitful state, and it seemed to be getting worse each night. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about” he added, noticing Kiba’s flushed face even in the dark. “I worry about Sakura all the time when she’s off on missions without me!” Kiba winced, hoping that Hinata was in a deep enough sleep that she didn’t pick up on what the blonde was saying.

“Yeah…thanks.” Kiba looked down into his soiled lap, unable to hold eye contact any longer. If his hyperactive friend knew what was really happening in those ‘nightmares’ of his, he’d never speak to him again! It was far easier to just keep up the façade of worrying over Shino, rather than admitting that he was lusting over him.

The brunette lowered his body back down, curling in on himself as Naruto moved back to his own makeshift bed to collect his water bottle. He could see the first glimmer of light over the horizon and knew the sun would be up soon. Deciding that Hinata and Kiba would be alright without him for a few minutes, he headed off towards the nearby river to bathe and collect water for the remainder of their journey home. It wasn’t far now, maybe a days travel from where they had set up camp for the night.

The mission itself had been uneventful; a group of bandits had intercepted a messenger from Suna carrying some very sensitive documents. They had killed the messenger and taken the scrolls, though not without several casualties on their part. Naruto had been the one to find the mangled body of the poor messenger girl, her blonde hair matted with blood to her skull, blue eyes staring defiantly out, even in death. She was a pretty little thing, and she put up a good fight, but in the end the bandits were too many in number. They had stabbed her seven times in the back. It had been the seventh that had ended her too-short life, piercing her heart, killing her instantly. Naruto had carried her prone form back to the village, knowing that it was too late to save her but still wanting to give her the sending off that she deserved.

It was then, once Tsunade had looked her over, that he had found out what they had done to her. They had raped her dead body, repeatedly.

The thought of it had made Naruto feel physically sick. He had immediately demanded that they go after the group and kill each and every one of them. Tsunade had been hesitant at first, not wanting her favourite little blonde to go off on an unnecessary mission where a letter ninja would do. Once she received word from Suna on the sensitive information contained within the stolen scrolls, though, Tsunade knew that no one else would do. She gave full responsibility for the mission to Naruto, telling him to put together his own team as he saw fit.

He had immediately gone to Kiba, wanting the Inuzuka’s unique tracking abilities and Akamaru’s strong sense of smell. Hinata and Shino would come too, of course, the team just worked too well together.

But, in the end, Shino couldn’t come; two hours before the newly-assembled team were due to leave news came in that his father had been grievously wounded in an attack on their home. He had left immediately, of course, with the full support of his comrades.

The group of bandits had been four days travel from the village. They were quickly taken care of and the scrolls destroyed, rendering the mission a complete success, if slightly boring.

Naruto broke out of his reverie when he reached the river, sparkling and golden in the early morning sunrise. He stripped off quickly, unafraid of prying eyes as he lowered his toned body into the chilled water. He sighed slightly, letting the slow surge of the river wash away the tensions in his muscles as it did the dirt from his skin. It was then, sitting in the calm water with the birds singing joyfully around him and the sun making dappled patterns through the leaves over his skin, that he heard Hinata scream.