Tiger Amongst the Leaves

Tiger Amongst the Leaves

I do not own Naruto, and I do not make any money from these writings.
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We have sex, great sex, necessary sex, but it isn’t love.
-Kiba


“So, you and I are okay?”

“Yep.” Kiba rumbled.

Torao stood with his arms crossed watching Kiba’s broad back as he cleaned out his refrigerator. He wondered if Kiba was holding his breath. He did not have as an acute sense of smell as Kiba had, yet even he could smell the spoiled and rank food from where he stood in the kitchen doorway.

In fact Kiba’s entire apartment needed a good cleaning and airing out. It was pretty clear that Kiba hadn’t been in it for months. He digested what Kiba had just said before carefully speaking.

“Well. I’ll be the first to offer my heartfelt congratulations. ”

Kiba snorted. He straightened up to look over his shoulder at the foreign shinobi.

“You are the fifth person I have told today, and yet you are the first person to offer me congratulations. That means a lot man.”

Torao shrugged. “I can see how much you want this. Look, I’m an old married man. I know what it means to have a special person that you can’t live without. You have two. But Kiba, you’ve got a lot of sexual play mates. They are not going to be very happy that fun-time is over. Especially considering the kind of relationship you are in. They are not going to understand it.”

Kiba cast his eyes down at the full garbage can as he threw the last of his old food into it. He slammed closed the refrigerator door, crossed his bare arms over his chest and leaned his back against it. He held Torao’s charcoal grey eyes. “So, do you understand it?”

Torao didn’t flinch from Kiba’s piercing gaze, neither did he hesitate.

“I understand loving to pieces a soft, sexy woman. I understand giving your life and giving your heart to her. I also understand needing to have hard sex with men. But I don’t understand this sharing business that you and he are doing. I don’t. If it was me, I’d butcher the first man who thinks about looking at my wife the way that I do. But you are not me. I don’t fall in love with men. That doesn’t mean I don’t want sex with them. I do. It’s the way I let off steam. What we do as Shinobi isn’t easy. But I also admit that women are for making love to. I and I alone, make love to mine. You know what? In the end I don’t have to understand it. All I have to do is respect it. I respect your love relationship, because I respect you.”

Kiba said nothing. He simply regarded the older, bulkier man in silence. Torao regarded him back. The handsome young dog-nin was rarely silent and not a person given to introspection. This new Kiba was a conundrum. Finally, he let his eyes drift down to Kiba’s jean covered groin and let them linger on Kiba’s generous package before raising his eyes back up to Kiba’s. That alone had made his two to three times a year trip to Konoha worthwhile. He was paid extravagantly well for his guarding missions. But in truth, he would have done many of them for free because this Inuzuka young blood gave him what he needed.

In the face of Kiba’s prolonged quietness, Torao quickly turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen. He had the distinct feeling that he was overstaying his welcome. Damn! But as he strode into the living room Kiba was suddenly standing in front of him blocking his way. Kiba rested two big hands on his chest arresting his forward motion

“Hey.”

A tremor rippled in Torao’s set jaw. He let his hands fall away from his weapons pouch. He inclined his head to the shorter man, hard eyes on Kiba’s young, red tattooed face. What a crazy kid to be giving up his name and his clan. Did the freaking Aburame even understand all that was now his? Kiba sought his eyes and held them. Like a toy kaleidoscope they slowly rotated from an opaque quiet brown to a desire filled golden amber. Kiba’s voice was harsh and demanding.

“I have not fucked you yet.”

Torao’s face remained still but his racing heart was an entirely different matter. His body tensed in a different way.

“No you have not. So you think we could get started?”

Kiba smiled seductively. Really great sex was like great wine. It needed to be savored, not rushed. But sometimes there was something to be said for the straight forward approach. Without any fanfare he unzipped his pants and released himself. “I know how much you need to suck my cock, so get to it.”

Torao licked his lips. Kiba was hung like a frigging giant. To salvage a little of his self-pride he asked. “Where’s your dog?”

“Akamaru is on a mission.”

“By himself?”

“He’s guarding them.”

“Ahhh.”

“You ready ‘cos you know I intend to work you tonight.”

“I’m ready.”

Torao dropped to his knees and grasped what he had been longing for during the past few days. He gave the dog-nin’s thick, overheated cock an experimental lick. Kiba sighed happily and responded by resting a heavy hand on his bald head.

“Do me a favor?”

“What?”

“I have to have company a little later. Stay.”

Torao hesitated. “What kind of company?”

“Some pussy, some dick, they are good friends. I want to give them closure. They are discrete.”

It was Torao’s turn to fall silent. He slid a thick, roughened finger over the dog-nin’s massive cockhead before looking up. It gave him a giddy thrill the way it sprung forward towards him as if it had missed him. Just maybe it had. “No closure for me?”

“I’ve told you big T, I’m not cutting you lose. You are mine as long as you and I want. Okay?”

Torao thought about that. “I take it that tonight you are only going to be keeping your hands on me then?”

Kiba laughed with a crazy gleam in his eye. “Hands, dick, tongue, you name it and you got it. Help me out man. It’s very, very good pussy and very, very good dick. It will be worth your while. Think of it as my bachelor party or my swan song.”

Torao smirked. “How can I say anything but yes?”

“You know if it wasn’t for Shino, I might have fallen for you.”

Torao coughed at the ridiculous lie. However he knew Kiba was honoring him with that one. He unbuckled Kiba’s belt and ruthlessly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He slid his big, scarred hands up Kiba’s strong legs, muscled thighs, and grasped hold of his two, tightly chiseled cheeks for leverage. In his face, Kiba’s long, chunk of total maleness mimicked tanned, petrified wood. It was a thing of beauty. But what brought him up short was the smooth, wide, glimmering gold band, neatly circling the bottom of the thick trunk and nestling amongst the dark brown shrubbery. It interlinked with a wider gold band that circled Kiba’s heavy balls. The rings accentuated that which he most loved about Kiba. He glanced up at Kiba with a questioning and shocked eye.

Kiba smirked back at him, chest thrown out with a nearly perverse level of pride.

“She put them on me. It’s to remind me that I am hers.”

“I see.”

Torao carefully, thoughtfully, touched the thick, shiny gold with an appraising fingertip. This was high quality gold and finely wrought, - expensive, expensive, expensive. It had to be worth at least five of his mission pays. And he was paid very, very well. The message shouted out was loud and clear. Don’t touch! Property of royalty! Kiba was as serious as a heart attack about his new commitment. He guessed the old adage was true. Dogs never lie about love.

Torao murmured under his breath, aware that Kiba could hear him clearly. “It has my respect.” Then he took action.

Kiba held on as Torao engulfed all of him into his mouth, starting at the very root, his lips pressed against the hot gold ring and drawing back slowly, teasingly, to the fleshly, bulbous, domed head. Kiba lost his breath. Shit, he liked it. Shit, he needed it. There was nothing soft, or dainty about the male lips glued around his cockhead. There was only a superior sucking strength and a tireless lust. Torao was making his toes curl tightly in his sandals. Kiba couldn’t stifle the groan in his throat. Placing both hands on the bald head at his groin, he began thrusting down his uke’s eager throat. Well, someone was gunning to get himself fucked tonight. They were all going to have a funky good time.

~~~~


All ivory and gold that was what this Ino looked like to him as he stared into lovely, bright azure eyes. Graciously, Torao ushered Ino into the apartment. Kiba hadn’t warned him just how hot this female was. The heat she was giving off was searing. Her smallest movement was totally sensual. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He had never particularly liked blondes. His wife was a brunette and bless her soul, she kept him on a short leash, but he had a feeling this Ino might make him change his mind tonight. And she was a kunoichi too? Oh man! Already he was hard. How was Kiba going to let this very bad habit go? He studied her as she glided into Kiba’s living room on red, ankle strapped stilettos that showed off every inch of her long, beautiful legs from under her tightly sashed, short, tan trench-coat. Her perfume was subtle, a light blend of cool mint and warm musk guaranteed to get a man’s blood popping.

She looked around the room as if she owned the place. Quietly she surveyed the numerous labeled card-board boxes set out in one corner of the room, personal belongings to be collected by Kiba’s now former playmates. Finally, she stopped in the center of the room and looked back at him, batting her super-thick black eye-lashes. She tossed her head making her golden hair shake and shimmer back and forth.

“Where’s Kiba?” Her voice flowed like tinkling silver and was extremely coquettish. Her lips moved like two, swollen sakura-pink tree blossoms. Her skin, well there was no other word for it, but creamy. Torao swallowed hard and replied.

“He’s getting dressed. He’ll be right out. Can I take your coat?”

Ino glanced at him coolly through her yellow bangs, noting his still shower damp skin. “So he’s in the bedroom? Hmmm, you must be pretty big for him to keep you. He likes screwing all the very big boys.” Ino’s voice dropped seductively forcing Torao to lean in to listen to her. He hung on to her every word, “And so do I.” Her eyes turned mournful, “if only I had known about Shino first.”

Torao laughed heartily showing all his even teeth. What a cheeky kunoichi. He liked that very much. His wife wasn’t one and he liked that very much too.

“Your coat?”

Ino spun around. “Not just yet. Who else is showing up at this farewell party?”

Torao answered truthfully. “I don’t know.” He placed his scarred hands behind his back. “You bitter?”

“Bitter? No, just disappointed, I had no idea about him and them. I thought I was…well I just thought. She sighed. “It’s embarrassing that it is shy, quiet, Aburame Hinata that’s taken sex-machine Kiba off the market. The minx, you’d think one enormous cock would be enough for her, the greedy girl.”

“And is one enormous cock enough for you?”

Ino tittered in a way he found completely feminine. It stirred something in him.

“Maybe...maybe not.”

Torao’s long sigh was a deep, low sound.

“You are a dangerous lady. So, for the record, I’m married.”

Ino tittered again in deeper delight at the flattering acknowledgement.

“Thanks for telling me. I won’t make you fall in love with me and we’ll strictly observe no kissing and no telling, okay?”

“Kissing is alright,” Torao replied, holding her eyes. They were clearly sparkling with speculative highlights. She twisted her small pouty lips at him. He laughed again. He liked to be up front about his situation. This was going to be a really fun evening.

The door bell rang again and Torao moved to answer it. He knew from the moment that their eyes connected that the guy was a stone cold uke: tall, slim, pale-skinned, and black-haired, with a pretty face but a kick ass shinobi air about him. His wicked sword, strapped on the diagonal across his back, emphasized the exposed flesh under his midriff revealing shirt. The fit of his black leather pants, slung way too low underneath hard cut abdominals, was tight. He had a long neck, and wore a braided black leather band tied around his throat. It gave him an artistic flair. But the guy gave him a peculiar bright smile; almost as if it was something he had bought in a store and decided to paste on his face.

“Hi. I’m Sai.”

“Glad to meet you. I’m Torao.”

He stepped back to let him enter.

He watched curiously as Ino rolled her charming eyes and deliberately turned her back on the new-comer. Sai didn’t react to the obvious snub. He just stood watching her with the same weird smile on his face. Perplexed Torao shook his head and closed the front door. Well this was going to be an interesting evening.

~~~

Torao took a seat on Kiba’s long, gray couch and admired all the sweet eye candy standing in the living room. Ino was one fine, fine woman. She was sizzling. Sai was just what he liked in a uke: young, shinobi strong, and sexy. It made him consider changing his affiliation and becoming a leaf-nin. He rejected the thought while he stroked his hard-on through his pants.

When required, he had never refused to use his sexual assets in the service of his village. He was one of the very few male Lightening shinobi that did. It had earned him a great deal of respect among his peers. But he had always been seme, always…until he had met Inuzuka Kiba. The kid had flatly propositioned him in a seedy shinobi bar frequented by males who were looking for the comfort and ease of nanshoku.

Something about the kid’s red clan tattoos and his over the top masculine confidence had made him re-consider his no answer. Seeing him hesitate, Kiba had given him a predatory smile that showed off wickedly sharp canines, and he had moved in aggressively to give him a long, hard dominating kiss right there at the table. A few more moments of good, strong tongue and he had had to excuse himself from his smiling compatriots. Tickled, he had swaggered towards one of the back rooms with the kid in the lead. But in that backroom the kid had proved he was all man. It was the first time he had ever been a uke. He had been thirty-three years old and Kiba seventeen. The kid’s in-human wildness and stamina had resulted in the best sex of his life. That was three years ago. Kiba had had him coming back for more ever since.

When you finally find something really good, you stick with it. Like his wife - her hair was the same sooty black color as Sai’s, but her figure was softer, plumper than Ino’s. Hot, brutal sex during his missions let him be the tender, slow, spiritual lover that he needed to be when at home. He loved how she bragged to all her girlfriends about her big strong shinobi man. He needed that, being her hero. After fourteen years she was still the guaranteed insurance that forced him to survive the vicissitudes of his profession. Civilian and shinobi marriages rarely worked. The shinobi lifestyle was too extreme, too violent, and too closed for civilians to comprehend much less accept. But against the odds, they had made theirs work. She was the only woman that he cherished. She owned the pure piece of him that no one else in the world could see. And he had all of her. Heck, maybe it was time that he impregnated her again. It would be nice to have a fifth child.

He beckoned to Sai. “Come here.” He didn’t tone down the rough desire in his voice. Sai cocked his head at him and then approached slowly, his black hair falling over his face.

“Hai Torao-san?”

“You play with swords don’t you?”

Sai bowed. “I’m very experienced with swords Torao-san,” Sai whispered without meeting his eyes.

Torao hooked his thumb in the waistband of Sai’s leather pants drawing him towards him. He rubbed the smooth skin way below the navel.

“You polish Kiba’s?”

Sai’s answer was an affirmative nod.

“Think you’d like to polish mine?”

“Yes Torao-san, very much.” Sai peeked down at Torao through his black hair.

Torao leaned his head back against the couch and gestured at his groin. “Knock yourself out.”

Sai carefully divested himself of his weapons and put them to one side on the battered coffee table before kneeling on one knee. Torao noticed Sai’s pale hands as he reached out to un- zippen him. They were male hands, long, masculine and calloused from weapons use, but they were slim and shapely too. He grunted as Sai carefully handled him. He had a great touch, almost artistic in its lightness. He watched as Sai’s long-lashed eyes widened at the full sight of him. He was thick, meatier than Kiba though he knew he was not as long. He was also hairless. He kept his pubic hair neat and tidy for the same reason that he kept his head shaved. He had a lot of grey hair and didn’t want to look older than he was. Besides with his undergrowth cleared his dick dominated the scene, looking longer than it actually was.

Torao glanced across the room at Ino as a radiant Sai brought his pale lips down to kiss his furiously throbbing cock. She was watching Sai with another stubborn look on her face that seemed to say that he had better do the job right. Torao took that to mean she liked what she saw. He held out his left hand to her, his scars fully evident. She kept him waiting for a full two minutes as she thought things over. Then she graciously came forward to touch his damaged finger tips with her dainty, polished ones. Her softer hand was engulfed by his.

“I’ll take that kiss now missy.”

Ino smiled and let him draw her down to sit beside him. Little by little she leaned in towards him revealing the creamy mounds of the tops of her breasts peeking out from inside her trench coat. He pulled his head back from her. Surprised she sat still. Slowly he raised his thumb and let it circle her full pink lips, over and over. Holding his eyes she took a quick lick of his thumb as he did so. At that moment Sai took the bull by the horns and stretched his mouth around his huge cock head. It was tight. Sai nearly choked but he didn’t give up. Torao grunted.

“That’s right Sai-kun you can do it”.

He let his right hand travel in the young shinobi’s black, black hair and eased Sai’s head down, forcing him to get more of his cock in his throat. The strands of silken black hair against his palm, and wound around his fingers were a real turn on.

His cock sang as Sai reflexively swallowed. Torao closed his eyes. They fluttered wildly under his lids. Shit! Kiba had been fucking this honey when he wasn’t around? Well Sai was going to get fucked raw tonight, and it would be by him. He was full of an unexpected conceit that Kiba had picked him to keep as uke. He would do him proud. Confidently, Torao kept his scarred thumb brushing over Ino’s sakura petaled buds. He panted out.

“Sweet Ino, give me your lips.”

Ino tried to comply but as she leaned forward once more he opened his eyes and stopped her.

“No pretty Ino, not these beauties,” he caressed her pink dainty lips with his thick thumb once again.

“Lovely Lady I need your lower ones.”

Ino blinked. There was something about this guy that she couldn’t put her finger on. He was very alluring despite not being really handsome. His bulky body was square with hard, tough muscle. His craggy, deeply tanned face was nondescript, neither pleasing nor painful. Maybe it was because he was older, or maybe it was because she strongly suspected that he knew the distinct differences between sex work for a mission, anonymous sex to satisfy a kink, the more relaxed friends with benefits sex, and even that of inspired love-making. She found that incredibly attractive. It was so very professional. And to think he and Hinata were going to be the only ones on the receiving end of Kiba’s tool from now on. It made her a little too hot in more ways than one.

“I don’t allow strangers to lick my pussy for fun,” she answered demurely.

Torao bet that she didn’t. He kept his hand on Sai’s bobbing head as he kept up his eye contact with her. “Sweetie, our dog-nin says that you are a once in a lifetime experience. Don’t deprive me.”

“Oh, I am.” Ino huffed with complete dignity. “Where is Kiba anyway?”

Torao groaned openly, bucking his groin upwards as Sai went back to rimming his wide cock-head with a much practiced tongue. What a filthy, dark honey of a mouth he had. Sucking in air through his lips he let Ino see all the pleasure he was feeling before replying.

“He’s watching.”

Electrified, Ino hurriedly untied her coat and threw it off. Torao felt Sai’s work come to a sharp halt as they both stared at Ino. She was entirely naked save for her red stilettos, and a double linked red jeweled chain riding low around her hips. Her breasts were perfect half grapefruits, high and firm, the small light pink nipples painted with red glitter. She also wore a red jewel in her navel that matched the ones in her ears. Her creamy ivory skin looked as if it had been bathed in golden, sparkling fairy dust. Her pussy mound was high and plumped. It was cleanly shaven, save for a white-blonde letter I that had been shaped in the center. Soaking up their stunned admiration for one dramatic moment, her brilliant baby blues, framed by exceedingly jet black lashes looked at them all wide-eyed and innocent while also shamelessly inviting them to partake.

Deftly, like a boneless acrobat, from a sitting position Ino raised one superb leg straight up off the floor and high over Torao’s head, to let it fall and then dangle over the high back of the couch. Leaning backwards against the bottom cushions, she stretched her shapely arms behind her and grasped the arm of the couch turning her head up side down to look at Kiba’s bedroom door. Both sets of toes were pointed like a ballerina’s, drawing attention to her fabulous legs and her tight abdominals. The pose also forced her spectacular breasts to arch upwards.

Holy shit she was as brazen as Kiba. This kunoichi was a real sexual professional, although her body was too fit and too toned to be that of a mere courtesan. Astounded, Torao could only stare at the shimmering, glistening interior of Ino’s spread-eagled feminine flower. What a snatch! It was like an ultra-rare, exotic, champion orchid. It’s heated, pungent aroma, together with her subtle perfume sent him into a blood-fevered frenzy. From behind his shoulder, a low, long, guttural moan erupted from Sai, but he didn’t give it any notice. He didn’t care. He was to busy smothering his face between smooth, soft, ivory-white thighs; and slipping his hard-working tongue, between two exquisite sets of parted, wet and welcoming, pink lips.

~~~~

Panting, Ino hung upside down watching Kiba watch her. He was standing totally naked in his bedroom doorway, touching, stroking his lovely, enormous cock, his feral eyes glued to hers. His nose was twitching too, taking in all her scents as if he were tasting her with smell alone. Elation swept through Ino but she held her trembling pose. She knew exactly how to please what had become her steady, good-time fuck. Hinata didn’t have a chance now that she had set her mind on keeping him.

However, Ino’s calculating thoughts evaporated as Torao’s calloused and scarred hands slid under her ass to pull her womanhood into his face. His broad, inquiring tongue delved deep inside through sensitive folds making her gush like a waterfall. Humming, he drank at her for a long time seeking to slake an unquenchable thirst. Rolling his powerful tongue inside the delicate walls of her sex, he set every nerve in her feminine core a-quivering, racing, with bright fire. She moaned out loud, shaking at the extreme pleasure. Oh fuck! Here was a man who knew how to eat his pussy. What a revelation. Guys who were heavy into nanshoku, married or otherwise, usually didn’t even know how to touch a woman much less eat one out. But tiger man was even more talented than her dog-boy. Unable to hold her pose to continue watching Kiba, she struggled not to get swept away in bliss. She preferred to be, had to be, the one in control. Control, it was her ninja way. She sought to catch her breath.

However Torao, immediately sensing her internal struggle, withdrew his tongue from her steaming juices and curled it around her clitoris. Gently he sucked her swelling bud while rhythmically licking underneath it from left to right, right to left, and left to right. Writhing and convulsing around him, the flaming force between her loins built. Ino began to sob openly. Hell! It was better than good. Hands grasped at Torao’s bald head to get him to release her. Undeterred, he refused to budge. Instead he brought her thighs together, urging her to use her legs to lock his head in place. Instinctively, her body began humping against him.

Mind still trying to gain purchase, her eyes flew randomly around the room to rest on – Sai. Having shed all his clothes, he was standing to the side of Torao. Tall, pale and tautly muscled, his smoldering black eyes raked her body while feverishly handling the immense, beautiful, horse sized cock between his legs. Ino whimpered. No woman could take that. She knew, and she had taken quite a lot.

She didn’t like Sai. Never had, he was an ass, a fucking jerk. Thank her lucky stars he only dealt with men. Embarrassed, her sobs grew louder as she was hypnotized by Sai’s black eyes. She was at the edge, the very edge. With his broad, torrid tongue thrust between her pussy’s wet lips, and wrapped around her ballooning nub of nerves, Torao held her right on a kunai’s sharp edge of climaxing but wouldn’t take her over. She arched into his face, wildly grinding herself against him to get some relief. He refused to increase or decrease his tongue’s pressure on her clit. Ino found herself begging, “Please, please!”

Dimly, she heard a low, hoarse voice call out. Sai was asking permission from Kiba. He wanted to touch her. Kiba rejoined that she was a woman. Sai had to go slow, be gentle.

A large hand carefully but efficiently brushed the long hair from out of her wet face. Sai suddenly appeared, kneeling over her, staring directly into her leaking eyes. He looked at her curiously. Ino snatched her face away. With a light but firm touch Sai grasped her chin and brought her head back to his to stare at her. Ino squeezed shut her eyes. She didn’t want to see him. She couldn’t take this moron watching her face as she freely orgasmed all over some strange shinobi.

But her eyes flew open at the sensation of a rough, wet fingertip circling her nipple. Sai’s light, nimble fingers were at work. Her glitter tipped nipple ached and tightened into a hard, pebbly marble at his touch.

Ino shrieked “Don’t!” The featherlike stroke made her trapped, swollen clit pulse against Torao’s brash tongue. Intently studying her face with hot, bottomless black eyes, Sai continued to play with her nipple, experimentally rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before finally finishing with a delicate pinch. He shifted to repeat his exact same actions with the other one. Ino thrashed her head about. Liquid flowed freely down her thighs. Lightening skipped, like a stone across a pond, under her closed eyelids. It was too much.

“Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum!”

Neither man heeded her pleas. One was too preoccupied with the taste of her interior flesh, and the other with manipulating the texture of her nipples as well as scrutinizing her facial expressions. They kept her on the edge forever until she was lost in an insanity of spiraling, frenzied pleasure that bordered on painful. Oh God how she loved it. Finally, Ino surrendered. She gave up her fight for control. Back bowed, mouth open, and eyes rolling back in her head, all she could do was scream as she strained to hit her peak. The orgasm hit with a vengeance. It slammed right through her like a tsunami, when Sai eased his head down and slowly, softly, skillfully filled her mouth with a bold tongue and claimed her.


~~~

Prying open the soft, silken thighs from around his ears, Torao threw his head back and gulped air into his lungs. Ino’s copious juice, rich and complex, filled his nose, throat, face and tongue. Did Kiba have a talent for understatement? Very, very good pussy didn’t begin to describe her. She was the best pussy he had ever tasted in his life. Real spicy yet sweet! She was sugar and spice and everything nice. What a kunoichi!

Blood drumming, chest heaving, he rocked back off the couch and stood up. Taking hold of his straining, fully erect phallus he shed only his pants. He needed to fuck her within an inch of her life right now and it was killing him that he couldn’t. If he did he could guarantee that he’d come running back to get more or even take her home with him. That was something that he just couldn’t do. Jealously he watched as Sai broke his long, moaning kiss with Ino and started placing gentle, lingering, butterfly kisses down her long ivory and gold neck, full taunting breasts, and flat stomach as he too headed due south. Visually they were quite a striking pair, dark-haired, muscular, masculine beauty against golden, ripe, curvy feminine beauty.

Something about the careful, hesitant quality of Sai’s touch, his reverence for Ino mesmerized Torao. And then it hit him. This was the very first time that Sai was wanting, even having, a woman. That made it hurt less that he had done all the work but that Sai was reaping the rewards. He looked up and across the room at Kiba for confirmation of his conclusion. Legs apart, head tilted to the side Kiba was steadily jerking himself off, his wild golden brown eyes glued to both Ino and Sai while he licked his lips.

Sensing Torao’s eyes on him, Kiba looked up and smiled a wickedly superior smile. Torao caught Kiba’s rhythm as he tugged on his own aching cock. Oh man, he was right. And Kiba was fucking hot, standing in the bedroom doorway all tan, barrel-chested and manly-like. Kiba’s eyes were deep gold with rich promises. Torao shivered and his anus clenched in anticipation. The sexual tension in the room jumped up by ten degrees.

Sai reached Ino’s shaven love mound and began tentatively licking it with an extended pink tongue. He looked exactly like a dark-haired cat licking ice-cream. Both Kiba and Torao openly groaned together as Sai obviously savored, with quivering lips, the little splashes of feminine elixir he tasted. Ino, still shaking and keening from her high, and yet once again aroused, didn’t resist as Sai gently pushed her knees up to her blonde covered ears and gazed in amazement at all her feminine secrets.

Excited, his hands gripping her wide hips, Sai gracefully dropped his dark head over Ino’s spread open, sodden sex and delicately feasted. The room filled with the sounds of labored breathing, grunts, and fierce whisperings of “eat her Sai,” as Sai’s dedicated slurping and Ino’s passionate, rising moans of “more,” grew louder.

Frustrated, Torao half laughed and half cried. He needed to fuck someone badly. This little diamond of a kunoichi really enjoyed being eaten out, and was so appreciative of what her neophyte lover was doing to her. Kiba was right. Ino was a once in a life-time experience only. Anything more than that and his small and large head would be hers forever. Torao noticed that an overcome Kiba had turned and went into his bedroom. The lines of Kiba’s tight shoulders beckoned for him to follow. But punishing himself further, Torao waited as Ino orgasmed again, this time even louder and messier than she had done for him. Damn she made a man’s cock granite-stone hard.

Head bowed, Sai kept his moisture laden face buried in Ino’s woman hood. He looked up only when he felt a powerful heavy hand caress his locks. He gave the foreign man watching him a brilliant effervescent smile. It lit up his dark eyes and curved his wet lips. Impressed, Torao looked down at the handsome shinobi, pride and desire warring in his own features. There was nothing peculiar, weird or fake about Sai’s smile. It was pure, and genuine.

Sai rose from his kneeling position. Torao lost no time grabbing Sai’s neck and viciously kissing him. Ino’s flavor, heavy in both their mouths stoked their raw passion and Torao tried to swallow every drop of sweetness he could. Feverish he broke away, and glanced once more at Ino who was curled up in a trembling ball, still experiencing smaller orgasms. All that blonde hair, ivory and gold skin, long legs, high breasts and sweet pussy, she was incredibly beautiful, even more so than when she first walked into the apartment. His agonizingly hard manhood thrummed and he grunted longingly. This was the reason he never slept with a woman other than his wife. They fired up, tangled, and twisted a man’s emotions. He already envied the lucky man who got to actually make love to her. Turning back to Sai, he whispered in his ear.

“Newbie, in my book a man ain’t a real man unless he regularly enjoys great pussy. I’d say you’re going to be enjoying it a lot. Ino-san is something special, remember that.”

A light blush rose on Sai’s cheeks and he dropped his eyes to glance back down at a still swooning Ino. A shy smile hovered in the corners of his lips. But his attention was quickly drawn back to the stranger in front of him.

Torao couldn’t keep the want out of his eyes as he took the opportunity to cradle and caress with a firm hand Sai’s mega-balls. Dropping his hand he turned and made a bee-line towards Kiba’s bedroom.

Sai returned to watching Ino for a few moments longer, before quickly following suit.


Ino kept her eyes closed, a rare half smile curling her lips. Exhausted emotionally and physically from her explosive releases her tears continued to fall. Aftershock after aftershock swept through her. She could not stop shaking. Her entire body was out of her control. That had never happened before unless she was using her bloodline limit. It had been mind blowing, take no prisoners, wondrous sex, that had kept her front and center in the now, and Kiba hadn’t even laid a finger on her.

She wept. Who would believe that Sai could kiss? Or that his touch could be so rousing? It had gotten to her it was so real. It was the best sex of her life to date and no one had even fucked her yet. Damn Kiba. He really was only keeping that magnificent Torao. It was almost impossible to out maneuver an Inuzuka when it came to what they wanted sexually. She had to accept the message Kiba was sending out, loud and oh so clear. He wasn’t going to ever touch her again, and …she’d be okay.

A cool puff of air washed over her and she cracked open her eyes. Sai was throwing open a heavy, white sheet to cover her. Surprised, she stared up into his black eyes. There were moving depths in them. With a sure hand he reached down and brushed her bangs from across her forehead.

“Rest.” It was an order.

She double-blinked, the expression in his eyes was unmistakable. He fully expected to have her again later.

At any other time, Ino would have called Sai a prick to his face. But inexplicably, like a magnet, her wet, weary eyes were drawn down his long strong neck, past the pale hard pecs, past his navel and his cut abdominals, to the immense, royal beauty - the marbled monster meat that arrogantly hailed from the dark hair between his legs. And suddenly the thought occurred to her that she had a duty to return his favor. She set her jaw. Yamanaka Ino was an elite kunoichi and she always paid her debts.

She closed her eyes, not sure if she or any other woman could ever rest long enough to get the strength to ride that, but when she woke up she certainly intended to try.

~~~~


Sai’s dick preceded him as he strode through the doorway of Kiba’s bedroom, still licking Ino’s exceedingly flavorful fluids off his face. It was the first time he had ever tasted a woman, the first time he had ever made a woman cum. But he wouldn’t let it be his last.

Shutting the door quietly, he locked it and stealthily moved forward.
The sexual energy in Kiba’s bedroom was always five bell alarm dangerous and always night time fire works thrilling, but tonight it seemed triple-ly so.

Completely naked, both men waited for him by the large bed. It dominated the middle of the room. A pumped and animalistic Kiba slathered gobs of lubricant over his upraised weapon with one hand, and with the other aggressively fingered Torao’s asshole. But as delicious as that was, it wasn’t what got Sai’s immediate attention. Nor was it Torao’s impatient and excited grunts rending the air at the sight of him that gave him pause. After all he was highly desirable. He flexed his ripped abdominals to prove the point and the two other men started salivating. No! What gave him pause, were the two, large, and perfectly executed circular tattoos standing out on Torao’s brick wall of a chest, one on either pec.

Sai was an accomplished artist. Using jutsu’s he could make ink and paper come to life and serve him in battle. Could Torao do the same using magically inked tattoos and his own flesh? Boldly he walked around both men to get a better look at what Kiba was doing and to let him see the third, massive tiger tattoo in the center of Torao’s back. The tail of the beast started at the bottom of Torao’s neck and the tiger’s claw tips ended on what would have been love handles if Torao had had any body fat. This older, foreign shinobi was as lean and mean as a man could get. He wondered if the man was given the name Torao at birth or had he received it upon getting his spectacular tattoos.

Sai stood stock still, his eyes roaming over and appraising Torao. He had felt something strange this morning when Kiba blurted out to him that their intermittent trysts were over. It wasn’t sorrow or anything of that nature because he knew he was hot. There would always be men who wanted him and who wanted him to want them, despite the fact that he was very choosy. But the fact that he couldn’t name the feeling nagged at him. By late afternoon he realized that the feeling was surprise. He couldn’t imagine that there could be anyone better than him out there for his friend to fuck. Why this one over him?

And the entire reason that Kiba was changing his life, letting go of all his fuck buddies except one, eluded him. Kiba had said it was because he was in love, in love with a Hyuuga and an Aburame. Sai had a burning curiosity about what Kiba was experiencing. What was love? Had he ever felt it before? He didn’t think so. He was sure nothing had ever happened to him to make him want to change his life, nothing except becoming a member of team Kakashi.

Only after joining Naruto and Sakura on missions and becoming friends with them, as well as with his team leader had he come to understand that he was perceived as having grave emotional deficits. Deficits that showed up in myriad social situations, he did not want to be that different from his age-mates and peers. Identifying his feelings was still a struggle. Understanding them near impossible. That is why he was attracted to Kiba. Kiba had no difficulty at all identifying feelings, his or anyone else’s.

And it was Kiba who was vouching for this foreign shinobi.

“Sai Please. Let me say good-bye.” Kiba choked out.

Immediately he was at Kiba’s side eagerly leaning in to kiss him. He didn’t like seeing a seme of his beg. Kiba caught him in his arms, but instantly turned his head, not allowing the kiss. Sai froze.

“Ino’s all over you.”

Sai licked his lips again. Yes she was all over him, and he really liked it. He didn’t think. He snapped, voice clipped in cold anger.

“Ino is always going to be all over me.”

There was a second of silence, pregnant with deadly possibilities, and full of raging, unyielding dicks, before Torao reached out and with thick fingers stroked the tense, hard muscles in Sai’s lower back. The foreign Shinobi’s voice was gruff with understanding.

“He knows man. He knows. It is why he has to say good-bye. ”

Unsure of the stranger’s meaning, Sai turned in Kiba’s burly arms to meet Torao’s fierce charcoal grey eyes. There was something powerfully reassuring, protective and yet completely ferocious in them. There was also a pure need. He saw what Kiba saw and could no longer fault Kiba’s selection of Torao as his permanent uke. It was Sai who leaned sideways and throwing caution to the winds crashed his mouth on the Ino drenched lips of the older ninja.

~~~

Driving himself home he moaned at the unrelenting heat of the meat that encased his cock like a burn bandage. His blood thrummed and his heart spasmed in syncopation as male meat contracted and squeezed him. Fuck Sai! It was the rhythm pounding, pounding, pounding, relentless and implacable in his head. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Driven he pulled back, deliberately spearing himself on the hard meat he needed. Hell yeah Kiba! Keep, keep, keep fucking! Keep pounding, pounding, pounding into the scorching meat in front of him and keep sliding, sliding, sliding into the scorching meat behind him. And he was only getting hotter, purer, real-er, all the dross in him burning away. Fuck! Ahh fuck! Ahh! Fuck!

Harder, harder, harder and longer, longer, longer, he could take it, take all of it. Sweat, he was slippery with the heat. Kiba’s wet tongue filling his ear kept him yearning for it. He could not, not have it. Kiba! Baying and groaning as he cruelly worked his sweet length in him. Yeah! His name wasn’t Shino but he didn’t care. Fuck! He didn’t care as long as meat kept slamming, slamming, slamming into his bright spot mixing the exquisite blinding pain with the absolute shimmying pleasure.

His hand circled the base of Sai’s humongous cock, as he drove hard into him, again and again and again. Sai’s cries of happiness were just as sweet as the fiery ring encasing his meat. Fuck! Ahh fuck! Ahhhhhhh! Fuck!


Tough flesh, brawny and willing was his answer, his wish - his favorite dish. Thrust, thrust, thrust and Bam! He was hitting it. Bam! He kept hitting it! Bam! He’d never stop hitting it. Vise tight, needy male ass ground itself back onto his titanium tool, swallowing him whole with its strength - compressing him, burning him, greedy in its righteous uke fire.

Bam! Make him cry for it. Bam! Make him die for it. Dual moans driving him up the wall, dual sets of lips giving him their all. Ram Torao into Sai. Ram them both, to say good-bye. Fuck both all night, all day, ride his ass. Bam!! That’s the way!

Rivers of sweat in his eyes, rivers of sweat in their grunting sighs. Take the beat, take the beat, take the beat, and they’d take the heat in his beating, gyrating meat. Sight narrowed through gold-tinted lust, fangs flashing with every thrust, body rippling with muscle as it must; he was feeling it. He was feeling it. He was so feeling it!

Arms locked under Torao’s hard enough to bruise he threw his head back and barked out the news. He barked out all his obscene beastly pleasure, the searing friction against his gold cock rings a secret, added treasure. He could never forget her, or how she cherished his humanity, but right now he didn’t care about sanity. He was the one. He was the one. He was the fucking only one! Alpha! Alpha! Always-Ever-Alpha!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Just fuck!


M-o-a-n-i-n-g, tears streaming down his face, he realized that his end was near. Sai’s taut fingers tore stuffing out of the mattress. His body shook and trembled at each joust of the older man’s searing mast being shoved up his ass. Griping the wood as hard as he could, he shouted. Oh God!

He knew how to name everything he was feeling now. He enjoyed being fucked. He enjoyed it with every fiber of his being. Enjoyed the thick, strong, calloused fingers clamped around the base of his cock. Enjoyed the deep, harsh panting of “take all of it man” in his ear. He truly enjoyed the hard slap of the big balls spanking across his ass. And, he particularly enjoyed that as the man inside him worked hard to pull out, he was getting the exact same treatment as he lunged back on Kiba’s mighty joy stick. Shit, it was so, so, so good! Determined, Sai raised his rump high to meet Torao’s next battering thrust.

The tough guy was wailing his name. Over that Kiba was barking. He was a total animal now, having being driven out of his human mind, lost inside his lusty hunger to dominate. Both sounds were sweet music to him. Nearly as sweet as Ino’s taste, still in his mouth, still in his nostrils, still somewhere deep inside of him. It meant he was the source of pleasure, immense and long for both men. He had no emotional deficits in this social situation. The feelings were easy to express and uncomplicated, being fucked by both of them made him feel wanted and whole. They wanted him as much as he wanted them. It was a brotherhood of dicks.

Approaching the high point of no return, his cock burned as it strained forward. The ache too unbearable, his balls drew up hard. He desperately needed to put his cock into something. One word, Ino, slithered like hellfire under the throbbing blood in his veins. His panting grew louder, his heart was pumping overtime. The dark funnel that all his pent-up emotions were trapped in burst as Torao’s next thrust, struck a gong that rung deep inside of him. Yes! He had clarity. He knew that he was a man, would be a man for her alone, if she’d only let him. If she’d only let his aching cock stay smothered in all of her good, sweet, ivory and gold softness, to soothe him - forever.

Unable to hold it in anymore he cried out one name. “Ino!” And triumphant, ejected his thick spunk in a steaming, stream across the room, fuck! He couldn’t stop cumming! Torao struck the gong again, fuck! He’d never stop cumming. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Lightening zigzagged from under his eye-lids. “Ino! Ino! Ino!” Ooohhh f-u-c-k!!!

Like a firecracker, as soon as Sai went off, his muscles milking the wide iron bar wedged inside him, Torao popped and then Kiba. Each man yelled his completion into the air. It was a staggering chain reaction. Emptied, Sai collapsed on the bed, Torao collapsed on Sai, and Kiba collapsed on Torao, withered cocks still twitching with dripping seed deep inside their respective meats.

Sai’s half hidden smile was angelic. Through his pleasured exhaustion, Torao noticed and could not help but smile too. Kiba was a really great friend and a great seme. He was finally at peace, and Sai had had a goodbye to remember. It was a satiated Kiba, who started snoring first as all three men promptly fell asleep.

~~~


Torao leaned against the beast’s warm hide whilst reading Konoha’s daily newspaper. The horse pawed the ground and snorted into the air before looking back at him as if to say lazy. Torao laughed. The horse was right. It was a great, late autumn day, the sun was shining, there were no clouds in the sky, and the people of his trade caravan were hustling and bustling with their last minute checks as they all prepared to leave Konoha.

He glanced up and around him, the oxen and all the other horses were as eager to leave as he was, so too his compatriots. Konoha was nice to visit, it was the largest shinobi village in the world, but it was too large, and too busy for his taste. And frankly, he was tired of being around so many foreign shinobi. It made him paranoid. After no more than three weeks he was always restless. But this had been a very short trip, just one week, and he was still restless.

So, homeward bound, he yearned to see his four children, tickle them, make them laugh, and to rest contentedly, in his peaceful wife’s loving arms. He longed to taste her cooking too. Eating out was fine but home-made was always the very best. He could only hope that there would be no trouble on the long trek home. But if there was, he and his team would handle it.

As the light wind ruffled the leaves of the nearby trees he became aware of a familiar chakra signature observing him at a distance. He glanced back over the horse’s swishing tail to locate his two fellow Lightening shinobi who were also standing around watching the members of the caravan load up. Satisfied that they were not in hearing distance of him, he glanced back down at his paper.

When he glanced up again Sai was standing in front of him, taking in the hectic, colorful scene. In the bright daylight he could see that Sai, although young, was one cool customer. The ninjato sword strapped across the back of his zipped up leather jacket was extraordinarily wicked. There was no doubt about it; he was definitely a seasoned warrior. Torao didn’t move a muscle. Sai’s face was expressionless including his dark eyes, and to be honest, the kid was taller and paler than he remembered. It made that black hair of his really stand out. He had not seen any of Kiba’s friends, or even Kiba, since that fun filled night. Curious he raised one eyebrow in question. Sai responded.

“You are off?”

“Yes. We move out in a half hour.”

Sai nodded almost absently, but his black eyes grew intense.

Torao watched Sai for a moment. Subtlety wasn’t exactly the kid’s strong suit. So he took the direct approach. He folded his paper closed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why are you here? I know you didn’t come to say good-bye ‘cos we are not exactly friends.”

Sai agreed, his voice cool. “No Torao-san we are not friends. I wanted you to know, to completely understand before you left, that Yamanaka Ino is no longer available to you, now or ever.

There was a ruthless under current in Sai’s delivery. Torao wanted to snort but he didn’t. Ino-san had no longer been available to him the moment he had pulled his tongue out of the delicious recesses of her dripping sex. He hated to admit that he might dream about eating her out for the rest of his life. Man she was fine. Damn! What a sweet kunoichi. That was the reason why a married man should never touch another woman. Only another woman could cloud a man’s priorities. Because of her he had had to revise his rule of not sleeping with another woman, to not ever sleeping with and/or kissing another woman ever again. What was it about these leaf people? He tilted his head to observe Sai further. So, Kiba had called his situation right.

“Ino-san is your lady now?”

A rosy pink tinge colored Sai’s cheeks as he nodded his head proudly.

“And you can’t keep your hands off of her can you?”

Sai dropped his eyes and answered almost shyly. “I can not.”

“Don’t want to share her with anyone or anything, right?”

Raising his eyes, Sai nodded affirmatively, again blushing a little more deeply.

“I respect that. What about you?”

Sai turned a deep dark pink. His voice was formal, low, as he held Torao’s eyes.

“I am not available either. She says that if I cannot share neither will she.” Sai sighed and stood straighter, plainly resigned. His voice was full of steel.

“I can not.”

Torao struggled to keep from laughing, but he knew his eyes were dancing. Kiba must be prescient. Either that or he knew exactly how wily and cheeky Ino-san was. What a hell of a woman she was. If a woman like her had been his first, well, he would not be married to the marvelous civilian woman he was married to today, and there would be considerably more Lightening shinobi in their graves than there already were. Sai was going to have to stay on his toes to corral her. Now he knew exactly why Kiba had not chosen Sai as his permanent uke. He gently smiled.

“I told you she was something special. Cherish her. Man, do not screw it up.”

“I won’t. Good-bye Torao-san and thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being Aburame Kiba’s special friend, of course.”

Torao did not blink, yet faster than the eye could follow Sai had tucked a small, sealed envelope in his hand and had disappeared.

Whoa! Maybe he was getting old. Sai had non-lethally reinforced his point. Surprised and a little shaken that he had been caught off his guard like that, he looked around once more to see if anyone had noticed his conversation. Satisfied that no one had, Torao carefully tore open the envelope. The seal bore a stylized graphic of a destruction beetle on it. It was very expensive paper. He pulled out the photograph first. It was a shockingly clear picture of a toothy, immensely happy Kiba. He was standing clean, tan, his wild brown hair combed back, and both his red cheek tattoos fully prominent. He was also decked out in formal, perfectly fitting, traditional attire: a black, full length kimono, striped black and grey hakama pants and a black haori. Torao’s mouth fell open as he stared at this unknown Kiba.

The man standing next to him was taller, slightly narrower, with really broad shoulders, deep auburn brown hair and striking silver eyes. So this was Aburame Shino uncovered. This was Kiba’s best-friend, team-leader, seme, and for the entire world to see, love. He was quite handsome, intelligent looking and obviously aristocratic. Shino was dressed in the same formal attire except his hakama pants were a solid blue-grey. He stood relaxed and easy with Kiba’s arm thrown casually about his shoulders. A hint of a smile hovered on his lips as he stared at the camera. He was happy too.

But it was the young woman standing in front, and nestled between them that gave him pause. To say that she was luminous in her happiness was an understatement; to say she was beautiful seemed wholly inadequate. The only word that came close to describing her was divine. Consistent with her being married she wore a formal, extremely pale, orange, embroidered, silk kimono with short sleeves, a tomesode. The obi’s background was black with a foreground of hundreds of gold butterflies. The obi’s braided cord, the obi-jime was red-orange. It had to have cost a small fortune.

Her glossy, blue-black hair was swept up in a traditional feminine hairstyle favored by royalty. Her bow lips were like two pieces of ripe, red fruit. Her skin was white, even whiter than Sai’s and utterly flawless. Her radiant, pearlescent white on white eyes, as well as her classically perfect features proclaimed what she was, who she was. This was a near royal Hyuuga, their former heiress, the brand new wife of noble Aburame Shino, and the abiding, heart-breaking love of Aburame-Inuzuka Kiba. It was all their in Kiba’s body language as he proudly held her hand.

“The most beautiful woman in Konoha,” Torao murmured.

That was how Kiba had once described her to him. Kiba had not been wrong. He could see that she was modest and proper. Yet, he could also see that she was proud in a way one rarely saw in a woman. She held her head high whilst displaying her expensive marriage rings on a small, elegant hand that rested possessively atop of the larger one that her husband had placed on her left shoulder. But just as openly, and as possessively as she held her husband’s hand, she also clutched Kiba’s, her slim fingers intertwined with Kiba’s broader ones. Torao whistled. It was abundantly evident who both men were making love to. And to think he had thought Sai was on a short leash. Shy and quiet? Oh man what was the village of Konoha feeding their kunoichi?

Flabbergasted, he flipped over the photo. It read,

T,

Our first family photo taken in the Hokage’s office on signing day, it is official. I am an Aburame and very married.

Kiba.


The photo was dated yesterday. Pursing his lips Torao took out the folded note still in the envelope.

T,

Safe journey, and I do expect to see you whenever you can get back.

Aburame-Inuzuka, Kiba



So Kiba had gone through with this trey thing. Torao scrutinized the photo again. Yep, it was love pure and plain that was on all three faces. He didn’t get it. He didn’t. Yet he did get that this very strange union was absolutely right for Kiba. Thank God he didn’t live in Konoha, because as strange as Shinobi were generally, this was going to be way out of many people’s comfort zones. Heck, even though he respected it, it was out of his. He did not want to see the fall out or the flack Kiba and his new family were going to get.

Carefully, he tucked the note and photo back into the envelope and secured it inside his jounin vest pocket. Thoughtfully he patted the rump of the horse that had been patient as he leaned against it. It was time to get this show on the road, time to get back to where he belonged. It was always fun being with Kiba. Despite the risks, it had been especially fun to have helped Kiba tie up his loose ends. He was pleased, very pleased, okay he was proud as punch to have been asked to help with that. It meant that as Kiba’s only remaining uke he was giving as good as he was getting. However, it was time to tuck away this sliver of his life as securely as he had tucked away Kiba’s note. He’d see how Kiba had fared the next time he was driven to work out his kinks among the leaf. But right now love was calling, okay maybe dragging, this tiger home, and as he looked towards the open road he found that his eyes could only see the horizon.


The End.