Shikamaru's Mine

"Why are you always around that annoying blond chick?" Kiba said, his eyes showing his annoyance and his voice practically a growl. He had had enough of Shikamaru hanging around that girl. Yeah, they were working on plans for the Chuunin exam together but it was all to excessive and they were always standing to close, Temari always leaned to near to Shikamaru's face when telling him something.

Shikamaru sighed and looked up from the shougi game he was playing against himself. "Kiba..." he sighed, mentally muttering 'troublesome.' He knew when it came to the Inuzuka's jealousy it was a waste of energy to try and be reasonable with him. He rubbed his forehead briefly before making a move on the shougi board. Actually, he reasoned with himself, he could never expect logical and rational thinking from Kiba. "There is nothing going on with that troublesome woman."

"She sure keeps getting too close and you just let her, Shikamaru," Kiba growled, glaring at the infernal game that the Nara still hadn't ceased to play. He couldn't even comprehend he rules of the game. He turned away from Shikamaru and the board game, he'd have to make sure that Temari knew just who Shikamaru belonged to and that Kiba did not share.

Another sigh and Shikamaru got up, giving Kiba a quick kiss. "You're overreacting," he told him simply, glancing back at his unfinished game wistfully. "And I have to get to work now, thank God the exam is almost here," he said, kissing Kiba again, exiting before his lover had the chance to protest.

Kiba glared at the door when it closed behind Shikamaru. He'd show that Sand bitch.

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"Kiba, where the hell are we going?" Shikamaru queried of his unusually silent boyfriend. When he had finished his meeting with Tsunade Kiba had been leaning against the wall waiting on him. Shikamaru had raised his brow questioningly but Kiba had just grabbed his arm. Here he was, still being pulled through the streets of Konoha with no clue what had gotten into his lover. All his genius usually did squat when it came to Kiba and their relationship.

The Inuzuka finally led them down a side alley and Shikamaru briefly thought that this was close to where he met Temari each morning. Kiba had brought him here instead of home he couldn't seem to fathom and it was really too troublesome to try and understand everything his lover did anyway; somehow he couldn't stop trying more often than not, though. "Kiba..."

"Shut up," Kiba said, voice low as he shoved Kiba against the wall. He pressed his body against Shikamaru's. "Unless you're moaning I don't wanna hear your blathering," he said roughly, slipping his hands under the Nara's vest to caress his stomach in a gentle contrast. "And you will moan."

The promise in Kiba's last words sent a delicious shiver down Shikamaru's spine. A rough kiss quelled the protest he was about to make about the fact that alley or not they were still in public. Shikamaru melted between Kiba and the rough stone to his back, the kiss a consuming one. he parted his lips eagerly to Kiba's questing tongue. He felt the strong but soft muscle taking over his mouth, claiming it and possessing the wet cavern completely.

It was the possessiveness, the passion and the love that poured into everyone of Kiba's kisses that always caused Shikamaru to succumb to whatever the Inuzuka's will was. And although in the rational part of his brain he knew he should stop his lover when he began pushing off Shikamaru's vest and then quickly divesting the Nara of the rest of his clothing he just couldn't seem to find the will to make the effort needed; though Kiba had only bothered pushing Shikamaru's pants down around his knees. "Kiba...I'm not sure this is the best place..." Shikamaru finally managed to force out with a great amount of effort, wasted as it was.

Kiba simply chuckled, tilting his head. He nuzzled his lover's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. "Mine," he growled lowly, smoothing his hands over the other's naked hips before gripping them tightly. His teeth sank against the tender flesh of Shikamaru's neck, before he sucked harshly on the spot. As he marked his lover he pressed his still clothed groin against Shikamaru's naked one, grinding into him with an animalistic desperation.

A stifled moan of mixed pleasure and pain came from Shikamaru's lips. He let his head fall back against the rough wall, simultaneously pushing his hips forward, offering everything of himself to his aggressive lover. Later, he would mildly scold Kiba for doing this, but at the moment he was eagerly giving himself to the Inuzuka. "God, Kiba," he moaned, feeling his arousal grow as the other rubbed against him, the fabric of his clothes delicious friction though Shikamaru was beginning to long for flesh on flesh contact.

It seemed that Kiba too was aching to press his skin flush against his lover's as well. He made quick work of his jacket and shirt, tossing them aside carelessly before pressing his pants down and out of the way for their activities. A groan came from his lips and he leaned to lick over the darkened spot on Shikamaru's neck. Their lengths rubbed against one another and Kiba's hands gripped Shikamaru's ass roughly to keep him close. "You are mine," He growled, kneading the round globes in his hands.

"I'm yours," Shikamaru moaned lowly, hands grasping at the rough wall, trying to find something to hold onto. He couldn't believe he was allowing Kiba to accost him in such a vulgar manner, in public no less but the arousal he felt at the situation was undeniable. His mind couldn't even formulate a protest when Kiba hiked Shikamaru's leg up, drawing it around his waist.

The new position allowed Kiba to easily guide his length to Shikamaru's entrance. Had they not had a roll in the sack earlier that day Kiba would have certainly taken the time to at least stretch the Nara, but he knew he would still be loose enough. A little rough play was nothing new to the couple in any case. "Say it louder Shikamaru," Kiba growled, using one of his hands to guide his length back so that the tip rubbed and pressed against Shikamaru's entrance. He could feel the ring of muscle spasm as if trying to pull him in and oh, it was so tempting to simply bury himself in the hot passage of his lover, but he had to make his point.

The Nara's cheeks burned brightly as the order in the other's growl registered. His logical side screamed at him to refuse but it seemed overpowered by his throbbing arousal and burning need to feel Kiba's length thrusting inside of him. The urge to refuse was negated even more by the fact that Kiba's tone left no room at all for argument.

It took a few moments between Shikamaru's inner musings and the distraction of the Inuzuka's length pressing against him temptingly. "I'm yours!" he finally cried, his voice choked by the end of the second word as Kiba had thrust his hips forward, entering him roughly. His body clenched around the painful intrusion, nails near cracking as he clawed against the unforgiving wall. It was not the first time he had been taken so roughly but no matter how many times he had felt the excruciating pain of Kiba pushing into him unprepared, he never got used to it; this was not to say that the Nara did not find raw pleasure from the overwhelming pain.

"Damn right," Kiba groaned, letting his hips jerk harshly into the other, taking him quickly and mercilessly. He was quite sure now that his point had been made and knew their luck of no passerbys would end eventually. His member throbbed with need and just below it his sac would slap against Shikamaru with each jerk of his hips forward. He gripped onto Shikamaru's hips until he was sure there were dark marks from his fingertips and only then did his hand move to start stroking Shikamaru's engorged flesh. "Cum for me, Shikamaru," he growled.

The feral growl sent a delicious shudder down Shikamaru's spine. He was sure his nails were probably cracked and his fingertips bloodied, but at that moment he simply did not care. All that mattered was Kiba's hard, swollen member pushing into him over and over again. "Oh, God, Kiba," Shikamaru moaned loudly, moving his hips wildly, his release beyond his control at that point. "Kiba," he cried out loudly as his climax overtook him, spilling himself over the hand roughly stroking him.

The muscles surrounding Kiba's engorged member clenched almost painfully tight and there was no way that he could hold back. "Shikamaru, fuck, is mine," he growed out as he jerked up harshly into his lover, orgasming inside the still spasming passageway.

In the aftermath of their releases the two lovers slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. Kiba's arms wrapped around Shikamaru, turning him and holding their sweaty bodies close to one another. He gave Shikamaru a satisfied smirk upon hearing Temari's window slam shut. It was the definite confirmation that Kiba's goal had been accomplished and his territory was utterly staked and marked. "I love you, Shikamaru," Kiba murmured, pressing his lips to the other's.

Shikamaru's lips twitched into a slight smile as he kissed Kiba back. "I love you too and only you," he said, holding close tot he other. However, he pulled away before long, nudging Kiba aside. By now the chances were to high of someone catching them and his clothes sounded like a pretty good idea. There was only so long that they could go undetected.

Not to mention, Shikamaru was almost eager to go home and get Kiba back fro this indiscreet act.

The End