Naruto/Kiba PWP

Kiba's throat felt like it'd been scraped raw, and, after the yelling and hard breathing of the fight--a marathon of combat--it probably was.

There was a crater--a fucking crater in the ground!--and then everything disintegrated to bare, flayed earth for a good fifty meters across; trees were broken and splintered at the edges, and when Kiba wiped a hand over his face, it came away bloody from where a flying spear of wood had cut him.

It stung. He could taste blood when he licked his lips, feel every cut on him, every ache of muscle, every fiber of his aching throat, sharp and clear in the adrenaline surge that he knew would take some time to die away.

He stood up on the branch he'd been standing on--forget that, clinging to, when Naruto had thrown his fucking clone-amplified whirlwind of annihilation down into the forest. It had worked, though: not even overkill, just final, red-shot fury to rip the enemy apart, utterly. Kiba and Akamaru had cornered him, and Naruto had finished him.

A sharp bark from below, and he dropped, the wind of his brief fall tickling every hair on his skin and the impact under his feet reverberating through him. "We're done," he said, reaching to drag his fingers through Akamaru's dirty fur, feeling it rough, each strand scraping against him.

Akamaru wagged his tail briefly, then raised his nose and whined. Kiba sniffed the air, as well, and Naruto's sharp scent made his nostrils flare just before the feel of dirty chakra dragged over him.

Naruto came through the trees like a battering ram, plowing headlong and skidding to a halt on all fours in front of Kiba, fingers sunk into the ground to stop his momentum. Akamaru whined again, tucking his tail down and backing away.

There was no visible red flickering as Naruto stood, but it was there, under the skin, in his eyes and face, in his aura, a more dangerous counterpart to the rushing pulse of blood in Kiba's body. His mouth was open, canines pointed, and his tongue slid out over his lower lip, swiping blood from where the skin had been split during the brief hand-to-hand. He grinned. Akamaru made a whining growl, just resigned now, and slipped away.

"Got him," Naruto said as he stood, the light in his eyes from the triumph making Kiba return the expression, the edge of power from Naruto's state forcing his body to keep alert, and the general arousal of battle focused, inevitably, to awareness of him.

"Fuck yeah," Kiba returned, and he dropped his backpack, braced himself and jerked his chin up. Come on, and Naruto was on him, backpack tossed aside, eyes flashing blue-red-joy-lust and first it was a hug, Naruto's too-strong arms tightening almost painfully around his chest as they both laughed. Kiba licked his neck, tasting dirt and sweat and blood, feeling the heat of exertion gather abruptly: He was hard and hungry.

Then Naruto set his feet and shoved, and Kiba fell back, hitting mossy ground, and twisting in Naruto's tight grip to grapple and wrestle, trying to lock a leg between his and get leverage to flip him. Hard-earned success had him panting down into a narrow-eyed, mischievous face, their fingers interlaced as Kiba struggled to hold him down, to inevitable failure. Naruto like this was a force of nature, all grinning fangs and sheer power, and Kiba took his eventual defeat with no rancor, only lust, as Naruto ground his hips down and tore his hands from Kiba's grip to flatten heavily on his chest.

Naruto settled his weight on his hands, then leaned close, his face filling Kiba's field of vision. Red irises, slitted pupils, bared teeth, and Kiba thrust up in return, bending his knees and gripping his thighs around Naruto's hips. He kept his arms flat on the ground, though, and rolled his head to the side to raise his chin and show his throat. Yeah yeah, I give.

Teeth bit against the artery under his jaw, light, but sharp, as Naruto underscored the point. The display turned to tongue and lips tasting, warm wetness in among the rough grip and solid weight of him, but still sharpened with the drag of teeth, and Naruto kept up the rhythmic pressure of his hips. Kiba relaxed only a few moments under him, just enough to assure Naruto of his submission, but he couldn't stay still. His skin felt alight with heat, his clothing too tight, frustrating him as it dulled the sensation of Naruto's heavy touch. Kiba's fingers curled around leaf litter and dirt briefly, and then he just gave in and moved.

He pushed himself up, digging his heels in to move out from under Naruto's hips. As he sat up, Naruto drew up from Kiba's neck to bite at his jaw, and then grinned against his mouth before kissing him, tongue invading him, bringing with it the coppery taste of blood.

Kiba hurriedly unzipped his jacket and threw it away. As his torso and shoulders shifted with the movement, Naruto's hand grabbed a fistful of his net shirt and held him still, biting at his mouth to remind him again who had won, before releasing him to slide his hand underneath it and drag fingertips down his front, unnaturally clawed nails still present enough to leave tingling scratches the whole way. All the way down, until Naruto let up to grab Kiba's cock through his pants. Kiba grunted and growled, thrusting up in the painfully tight grip. He reached forward to shove both hands behind Naruto's waistband, finding sweaty skin over a hard stomach, the heat of Naruto's body nearly feverish against his fingers. Lust snarled through him with the anticipation of more contact and he yanked him closer.

Naruto broke the kiss to bite Kiba's neck again. Kiba let his head fall back a second time, panting as Naruto pulled at his cock. Then the grip released and re-anchored on his shoulder, bunching in the shirt. Naruto pulled back to drag and shove him until he turned, settling knees into the moss.

Kiba registered the tree he'd jumped down from right before his eyes and put one hand against the trunk, each individual ridge of bark sharply distinct under his palm for split second. Then Naruto's thumbs hooked into his pants and shoved them down and he didn't give a fuck about the tree, the rock under his other hand, the itch of drying blood in too many places to count, just the wide, hot hand on his hip, the saliva-coated palm sliding against his asshole, and then the first tight thrust. The burning stretch from the intrusion made him shove back to meet Naruto the first time, and then Naruto's hands were both on his hips, and Kiba tightened his grip on the tree and reached with the other for his own cock, matching each jerk to Naruto's hard, even fucking.

With a gruff sound, Naruto leaned forward, down over Kiba's back. Kiba locked his arm against the tree as Naruto drove into him faster and faster, nails biting into his hips, until one final violent thrust. Naruto came with a long hiss, bending until his hair brushed Kiba's back.

He pulled out, and Kiba growled, protesting. But one of Naruto's hands flattened on his back, and then fingers pressed roughly into him, not nearly as satisfying until they curled and the abrupt pleasure made him falter a moment in his jerking off. He regained his pace, closed his eyes while Naruto jabbed with no hesitation at his prostate, come slicking the way for his fingers now, discomfort vanishing into the distance as Naruto forcibly drove him closer and closer. He vaguely felt Naruto's other hand leave his back, handprint cooling on his skin, to slide below and close around his balls, and then he gave a tug and Kiba's breathing hitched as everything clenched tight while he came, Naruto's fingers in his ass, his own hand tight around his twitching cock.

Kiba panted and shook himself as Naruto withdrew his fingers. After a few long moments, he looked over his shoulder to meet now much mellower blue eyes that nonetheless still gleamed with triumphant pride. He reached out and planted a hand on Naruto's forehead, combing his fingers into the messy, sweaty hair, and giving him an affectionate shove.

Naruto smiled back, mouth wide open, fangs no longer in evidence, only his happiness showing through. He stretched luxuriously, and got to his feet. "Job well done!" he said, snickering at the double meaning, and pulled his pants back into place. He rooted through his backpack for snacks as Kiba cleaned himself off and retrieved his jacket.

Akamaru returned, expression very long-suffering. He snorted audibly at the scent hanging in the air. "Oh shut up," Kiba said. He gave him a rough scratch around the ears and got a lick on his face in return. He caught the two buns Naruto threw at him and tossed one to Akamaru, taking a bite from the other as they jumped back into the trees to move on. He grinned as he chewed. A fight, a fuck, and some food. Good times.