Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Cravings ❯ Chapter 1

Cravings- A Naruto Fanfiction

~By Anna Mae~

Warning: mature content, yaoi violence and language

All characters property of Masashi Kishimoto. No money is being made from this work.

 

 

Shikamaru moaned wantonly and pulled Kiba closer to him, still not really initiating anything, but urging Kiba to do more.

 

Kiba didn't resist at all, in fact he did quite the opposite. Taking Shikamaru's actions and that delicious sounding moan to be exactly the invitation it was meant to be, he pressed his body more firmly against his boyfriend's. The feel of Shikamaru's leanly muscled body made him shiver and pant with an excitement Kiba could barely contain. Warmth radiated outward from every point of contact between the two bodies and little tingles raced across Kiba's skin sensitizing everything.

 

It felt so incredibly good to have Shikamaru under him finally. Kiba had wanted this for so long, but the complicated and oftentimes dangerous life they lived kept preventing them from being physical. But they'd both known that this was the night. After almost a year of pursuing Shikamaru, the other man had finally relented three months ago and they'd started dating.

 

Which was right about the time that the drug BCR- 820 hit the streets and their responsibilities as slayers tripled.

 

The drug produced a wonderful high; gave the user energy, reduced inhibitions, and increased sexual urges. Oh, and it also made your blood glow in your veins and increased your white blood cell count, which was like a neon flashing sign saying `come and get me' to a vampire. A vampire's nose was specifically tuned to the scent of white blood cells, the more you had, the easier you were to find. And the tastier they found you.

 

The number of vampire related deaths among civilians in the city exploded. Meaning that he and Shikamaru, along with the four other slayers in their group, had been doing nothing since then but hunting the fanged beasts and trying to get as much BCR- 820 off the streets as they could.

 

Which left him no time to thoroughly ravage his incredibly delicious boyfriend.

 

But tonight, all that was about to change. They had managed to actually get a night off, together and by unspoken agreement tonight they were going to fuck. Kiba had tried to keep it as romantic as possible, he'd taken Shikamaru out on a date first. He wanted it to be clear to the other man that he loved him for more than his body, but he also wanted there to be no doubt that he wanted his body.

 

And it seemed from the way Shikamaru was grinding against him and tugging at Kiba's clothing that he felt the same way. They'd both been denied for far too long, and it was making even the usually passive Shikamaru crazy with lust.

 

Because if Kiba had ever had any doubt that his boyfriend wanted him, the hands pulling at his clothes and hair urgently and the teeth nipping sharply at his skin put them to rest.

 

Kiba looked down into Shikamaru's half-lidded, lustful brown eyes and watched his kiss-swollen lips tremble with the effort of not panting. His already painfully hard cock twitched in his jeans in reaction to seeing his lover like this. How long had he been waiting for this? He wanted to savor it, but he didn't think he had the self control to. His hands were already trembling and shaking with the effort not to grab Shikamaru hard enough to leave bruises or throw his lover to the floor.

 

His voice was husky with emotion and lust as he leaned closer to whisper in Shikamaru's ear. “Want you so bad. I don't know how much longer I can keep myself under control.”

 

This close, Kiba could hear Shikamaru's breath hitch momentarily, but when he answered, it was with that same lazy voice he always used. “When have I ever asked you for control?”

 

Kiba knew Shikamaru wasn't as unaffected as he pretended to be, and that combined with the actual words made the last of his control snap. He crushed his lips to the other man's in a brutal kiss that was less about sex than it was about staking his claim.

 

Shikamaru's body was hot and hard against him, but his lips were soft and pliant and they opened readily for the almost violent invasion of Kiba's tongue.

 

Forget the typical, lighter fluid to a bonfire analogy, Shikamaru's submission made Kiba's lust flare like tossing an atom bomb into a volcano. The way his aggression and need ripped and tore at him made him feel like he was going to spontaneously combust any second now. And he was loving every minute of it. Not only had he never loved anyone the way he loved Shikamaru, but no one had ever made him as hot as Shikamaru did either; a fact his cock wasn't likely to let him forget for the next few decades or so.

 

He crushed himself even more firmly against Shikamaru, letting his lover feel all the weight of his bulkier body and let his hand drift down to palm Shikamaru's erection through the stiff material of his jeans.

 

Shikamaru hissed in response and bucked his hips, pushing his cock more firmly against Kiba's hand. It seemed that now that Kiba had taken control, Shikamaru seemed perfectly content to do nothing but ride out the waves of pleasure.

 

Kiba felt his lover's instinctive and totally uninhibited response to his wandering fingers and grinned against Shikamaru's lips. Feeling that hot body writhe against him in such an enjoyable manor was doing funny things to his equilibrium, but that still didn't stop him from enjoying the sensations to the fullest.

 

 

But Kiba was almost positive it would feel even better naked. It wasn't enough, he needed more of Shikamaru, wanted to hear him, taste him, feel him with his cock buried deep inside him.

 

Would Shikamaru buck and arch that way when Kiba was taking him. Would he still be this perfect mix of submission and wild passion with a cock filling and stretching him? Would he continue to only pant and gasp like he was or would Kiba be able to produce another one of those sexy moans as he slid inside for the first time? These were vital questions and ones he needed the answer to as soon as possible. Beyond the state of his arousal, which was now bordering on painful, there was a tightness in his chest and his blood was pumping so hard and hot in his veins that it made his skin crawl and his gums itch.

 

He was shifting his hand to start releasing the buttons on Shikamaru's fly when the sound of glass shattering reluctantly ripped Kiba's attention away from the man he was kissing and brought it to the only window in his bedroom. It took a minute for his mind to switch from thoughts of how he wanted to arrange Shikamaru's legs for the deepest and most pleasurable penetration to thoughts on why in the hell the glass of his bedroom window would be shattering, but eventually his mind made the mental leap. And he didn't like the reasons his mind kept supplying for the disturbance.

 

He could feel Shikamaru stiffen against him, and not in a good way, so the taller boy pulled away and looked to the window. Kiba shook his head in denial, there was no way vampires were attacking now, not when he was finally going to get Shikamaru underneath him moaning and writhing on his cock. He'd been so damned certain that tonight was the night he was finally going to fuck the man he'd been dating yet unable to touch for three months, there was no way it was about to be fucked up. “No, there's no way.” That was definitely a whine but he didn't care.

 

Out of the darkness a shadow emerged and Kiba cursed under his breath. Kiba watched, seething with anger, as vampire after vampire spilled into his room, six total. The whole thing was just so surreal. Sure he'd fought vampires before, he'd been an official slayer for about eight months, but they'd never attacked him in his own home. And never when he was about to get some ass, damn it! “You've got to be fucking kidding me.”

 

The gray skin, white hair and emaciated appearances marked the unwanted guests as something other-worldly without ever having to see the fangs. Dark, dirty clothing that was ripped in several places gave them a sinister appearance, but combined with the similarities in all their features it also had the effect of making them look like little clones. Kiba had never encountered a vampire with any distinguishing features. They were always completely interchangeable, even though they were individuals Kiba almost thought of them as one collective entity most times.

 

Kiba had absolutely no desire to fight, but old habits die hard though, and despite his wish to return to the more pleasurable activity of plundering Shikamaru's mouth, or whining about his inability to do so, he was immediately pulling out his brass knuckles and trusty switch-blade from his back pocket and readying himself for a fight. Both weapons had been with him since he was a homeless kid fighting simply for self preservation, and their familiar weight gave him confidence but it did nothing to cool his ire. “I swear, I'm so tired of these fanged fuckers screwing my life up. Don't these assholes know I was about to get laid?”

 

It just wasn't fair. Sometimes he wished he'd never become a slayer, but then one look at Shikamaru with the ponytail in his hair slipping out and the first button of his jeans undone and those thoughts derailed before they even got started. If he'd never become a slayer than he'd have never met the most important person in his life.

 

Shikamaru shrugged in bored indifference. “Then stop bitching and start fighting. The sooner we kill them all, the sooner we can get back to fucking.”

 

Out of the corner of his eye he watched Shikamaru pull out one of the throwing stars coated in a poison that was lethal to vampires when introduced to a large portion of their blood-stream from some hidden fold in his clothing. In the blink of an eye the star was flying through the air and was imbedded in one of the vampires' throat.

 

The vampire clutched at the weapon in a feeble attempt to save himself, but it was already too late. He fell to the ground coughing and sputtering as blood flowed out of the wound and his mouth. It only took a few more seconds of this before the poison did its job and the wounded vampire turned to ash before their eyes.

 

Kiba watched Shikamaru observing the results of his poison and only someone that knew the man well would have seen the small look of pleasure that flitted over his features. His lover may put on an uninterested and uncaring face, but Kiba personally knew the number of hours Shikamaru had spent formulating the poison and anything the lazy slayer exerted that much effort over was important to him.

 

Shikamaru swore the reason he spent so much time developing the poison was so that he could kill vampires quickly and with minimal effort, thus reducing the amount of time spent on “troublesome” hand to hand combat, and that was probably part of it. Especially considering the way Shikamaru truly loathed exerting any energy when fighting, Kiba honestly didn't know how such a lazy guy ended up slaying vampires. But the truth of the matter was that if all slayers could kill their opponents with ease and from a distance, their job would be a whole lot safer. Kiba didn't think he would ever stop being amazed by his lover and what that brain of his could accomplish.

 

The other five vampires watched their fallen comrade for a few heartbeats and then one of them growled low in their throat, its voice coming out in a raspy hiss. “I'll make you suffer for that human. I want to see if you still look so bored when I crush your windpipe and you're gasping for breath as I suck your blood down my throat.” Slayers were told that vampires were emotionless other than hunger when they were recruited, but it was obvious that they felt some sense of loss, or at the very least anger, at the death of one of their own.

 

Shikamaru turned to Kiba with a bored expression on his face. “Vampires are such a drag.” He was trying to hide it, but Kiba knew Shikamaru was excited. He loved being a slayer, he loved making a difference. It was one of the things Kiba loved most about him.

 

“For once I agree, love.” Kiba turned back toward the vampire who'd spoken then with a growl of his own, his lust for Shikamaru replaced with a lust for blood and violence. These bastards were going to pay for ruining his night. Just once he'd wanted a night with no fighting, no violence; a night filled with passion and love. Apparently that had been too much to hope for. “Let's see if we can't teach you a thing or two about suffering.”

 

The vampires all seemed to surge forward at the same time after that, Kiba's words angering them and spurring them into action. Some rushed toward Kiba, and some rushed to claim the life of the slayer they'd just seen kill one of their own.

 

Kiba backed up as close as he could get to the corner without feeling claustrophobic. It was a trick he'd used in every fight he'd ever been in; when there was a wall available put your back to it, that way you couldn't be surrounded. The setting and the opponents may have changed since he was a homeless kid living on the streets and fighting for survival, but the rules hadn't. If you wanted to live you had to win, and that meant you had to be tough and you had to be smart.

 

Kiba would never be as smart as Shikamaru, but he knew fighting. It was all he'd ever done with his life, and it was the only thing besides fucking that he was any good at. He understood how to harness aggression and blend it with skill and add just a touch of sadism to get that perfect mix of rage that was sharp and deadly and could slice through any opponent, no matter how daunting the task seemed.

 

Three vampires were moving toward Kiba and as much as he wanted to watch his lover and make sure he was alright, his opponents demanded his full attention and his awareness of Shikamaru and his actions faded to the edges of his consciousness. Besides, Shikamaru could take care of himself anyway. He'd been slaying vampires for years before he'd even met Kiba.

 

The first vampire studied Kiba with angry red-gold eyes like the slayer was some bug under a microscope. “Have you ever thought about death slayer? Do you ever contemplate what it will feel like for the life to drain slowly out of your body? Do you ever wish to know the day and hour of your death?” Suddenly the vampire lunged at Kiba viciously with his claws outstretched and aimed for the brunet's throat. “I think now is as good a time as any for you to die.”

 

Kiba dodged the attack, ducking under the wildly swinging arm and crouching low, smiling a feral smile the entire time. He needed to take one of them out quickly, three vampires were too much to deal with even for someone as skilled as he was at staying alive when outnumbered, so he kicked out with one leg to sweep the vampire's legs out from under him and have him sprawled on his back. “Not today, thank you.”

 

The startled vampire hit the floor with a dull thud muffled by the plush black carpeting on the floor. He brought an arm up in an effort to protect himself, but Kiba was already there.

 

Kiba continued his momentum and rolled on top of the vampire in one fluid motion. Without pausing, he plunged the blade of his knife directly into the heart of the beast. Only once the knife had found a sheath within the beating heart did he allow himself a smirk.

 

The results of his actions were instantaneous. There was a soft popping noise and then there was nothing beneath him but dull, gray ash.

 

One down, two more to go - and he was even starting to enjoy himself a little. It wasn't as good as sex, but it was a rush nonetheless.

 

Kiba puffed out a breath and noticed the way the smaller bits of ash that were floating in the air were disturbed by his exhalation. He frowned minimally, it creeped him out a bit to be surrounded in the very air he was breathing to what essentially amounted to a corpse, but he covered his discomfort with cockiness. “Is that the best you've got?”

 

One of the two remaining vampires hissed sharply at Kiba's words. “Pathetic human. You wouldn't know what to do with our best.”

Kiba wasted no time in jumping back to his feet and facing the next vampire to come lunging at him. His fingers twitched and tightened on his weapons and he could feel the blood pulsing in his veins. He didn't bother to hide the excitement in his voice. “Let's see it then.”

 

This vampire had obviously watched the first vampire and his failed attack against Kiba, because he charged forward like he was gunning for the slayer's throat and then at the last minute dropped his arm and slammed his shoulder into Kiba's solar plexus.

 

The impact sent Kiba tumbling backwards and slamming into the wall. “Fuck!” Kiba fought to drag more breath into his lungs after it was forced out so violently, even through the painful wheezing, he managed a smirk. Pain rocketed from the back of his skull where it met the wall, leaving a rather large indention in the sheetrock, he was feeling a little woozy, but he wasn't about to admit that. He shook his head trying to dislodge the bits of wall stuck in his hair and the fog in his brain. “Well that was an improvement, now you're putting up a fight.”

 

The vampire slammed into him again and his body weight forced both of them to slide down the wall, and neither vampire nor slayer was opposed to taking the fight to the ground.

 

The vampire rolled so that Kiba was beneath him and grinned wickedly down at him. “Idiot slayer. If I wasn't going to kill you myself, I'd warn you that your arrogance is going to get you killed someday.”

 

Kiba smirked in response and continued to ignore the pain and dizziness. Twisting his right leg around one of the vampire's and rolling his hips, he forced both of them to roll on their sides. “It would be smarter to wait until I'm almost dead to start saying shit like that. I don't die easy.” And that was a statement he could make with confidence, since he'd tested the theory over and over again.

 

The fight disintegrated from there. Kiba rolled and grappled with his opponent trying to throw kicks and punches all while avoiding his razor-sharp claws and wicked fangs. Vampires might not use any traditional weapons, but nature made sure they stayed well-armed.

 

The vampire for his part did a pretty good job of avoiding Kiba's attacks and even managed to land a few hits of his own. A solid elbow to the jaw had managed to momentarily stun the brunet. “Still so sure of yourself slayer?”

 

Kiba's head flew backwards with the impact which irritated his already fuzzy head. He could feel blood drip down his chin where his lip was more than likely split, and there were some suspicious little flakes of some hard substance in his mouth that Kiba was sure would turn out to be chips of tooth when investigated. But the thing that pissed him off the most was that this vampire thought he was weak enough to be taken out by a mere elbow to the face. “That was just one measly elbow. You do know they recruited me because I was a street fighter right? I've taken worse elbows from guys bigger and badder than you and still managed to come out on top.”

 

Anger and his own words pushed Kiba to recover quickly and land a solid punch to the left side of the vampire's face. There was a wet crunching sound as Kiba's brass knuckles connected with the flesh and bone of the vampire's cheek, he could feel the bone give as it cracked and caved in. Kiba pressed his advantage and rolled the vampire beneath him.

 

Before the vampire could register the change, Kiba had pinned his hips with his own and sheathed his switchblade in his chest cavity. A brief look of horror mingled with disbelief flooded the demonic looking face and then it was all over.

 

There was another pop and then the brunet's hands were resting on carpet and ash instead of flesh. His thoughts instantly turned back to Shikamaru, and he looked up quickly and watched his lover bury his knife in the heart of another vampire and heard the accompanying pop from across the room.

 

But he should have been worrying about the other vampire waiting to face off with him instead of checking on Shikamaru. He was about to yell out some sort of encouragement to his lover, but before he could even open his mouth, a powerful kick from the last vampire launched him into the air. If he'd been paying attention, he might have been able to deflect it or at the very least prepare for it. He'd forgotten the first rule of survival, `always be aware of your surroundings.'

 

He couldn't help it though, Shikamaru was just too damn distracting. It was no secret that he loved the other boy with his whole heart, and had since the first day they'd met, but that still didn't change the fact that Shikamaru was probably going to get Kiba killed one day. Kiba just couldn't seem to keep his mind on anything else other than Shikamaru for very long, even when it was crucial for him to be concentrating on something else. Like not getting his ass kicked by a very pissed off and potentially lethal vampire who'd just launched him through the air.

 

Kiba flew several feet before crashing into the wall head first, causing a much larger depression in its surface this time and launching yet more dust and debris into the air. He could feel the hilt of his knife slipping from his fingers. Damn it! He was going to need that. He groaned with the pain from this new assault, but still managed to right himself quickly and prepare for the vampire's next attack. His mind was back on the fight now, he wasn't going to be caught off guard again.

 

When Kiba was on his feet again, the vampire lunged at him with an open mouth. Clearly, he wasn't going to play around like the others, he was going to try and rip Kiba's neck out with his teeth. “Little slayer thinks he can play with the big boys, but let's see how cocky you are after I rip a hole in your chest and watch you choke to death as blood fills your lungs, your mouth and your nose.”

 

Kiba's head whipped back reflexively. The hellish looking fangs had come far too close to Kiba's face for comfort, and he had to admit he was a bit unnerved by the vampire's vivid descriptions. But he recognized the speech for what it was, an attempt to distract him, but he continued to focus on the task at hand.

 

He had to avoid the teeth at all costs; a vampire's bite was fatal. He'd seen other bite victims, watched the vampire's venom slowly eat away at their body and their sanity. He wasn't about to let himself die strapped to a table, foaming at the mouth, bleeding from every hole in his body. If he was going to die from anything other than old age, it was going to be in a fight damn it, not a hospital bed.

 

Once again, anger was used to compensate for his apprehension and he threw his forearm out and connected with the vampire's throat. He used the leverage that gained him to push the vampire up and away from him. Kiba staggered to his feet, feeling his head swimming from the two recent encounters with his bedroom walls. He wasn't about to let the dizziness affect his attitude though. “Oh yeah asshole, the only thing I plan on choking on is ash.”

 

The vampire rolled gracefully to his feet punctuating the move by snarling and baring his fangs. “In a few minutes you won't be doing anything but bleeding.”

 

Kiba charged and launched a punch at the vampire's head. It was blocked, and so was the second one he threw, but it left the vampire's midsection wide open for a kick. It was time to get down and dirty. That was a direct challenge, and the slayer refused to do anything but rise to it. Take that you fanged motherfucker!

 

The vampire stumbled back a bit at the force of the kick, but that was it. He lifted an eyebrow, as if to taunt Kiba but the slayer was not amused.

 

Kiba rushed forward again, intending to throw another punch at the vampire's head. But before he even got his arm halfway extended, the vampire grabbed his wrist in a punishing grip. Kiba frowned at the unexpected action, what the hell was the vampire thinking?

 

The vampire refused to let go, and held Kiba's wrist securely.

 

Kiba lashed out with his other arm trying for a punch from the other side. He had to get his arm free; he couldn't really do any damage this close to his opponent, there was no room for him to move.

 

The vampire quickly caught and secured that wrist too. The grip was bruising, and the sharp claws at the end of the strong, slender fingers pricked at the tender skin of Kiba's wrists.

 

With both wrists held so securely by his opponent, Kiba was forced to tug and pull with both arms in an attempt to dislodge himself. The vampire's hold was relentless, no matter how he pulled and twisted, he couldn't manage to free himself, all he succeeded in doing was forcing those claws deeper into his skin, ripping and tearing into any flesh they found. Frustration was beginning to set in, and the pain and sensation of being trapped was threatening to make Kiba panic. He briefly entertained the idea of a head butt, but then decided against it figuring that his head had taken enough abuse for one evening.

 

From across the room, he could hear grunts and groans, and a startled yelp of pain that he immediately identified as coming from Shikamaru, and it made Kiba feel a little more desperate. The urge to know what was happening to his lover was too strong to ignore. Kiba couldn't think clearly. His own sense of self preservation mingled with his fear for his lover and the beginnings of real panic began to take root in his brain.

 

The vampire smiled knowingly at him and curled his fingers even tighter around his wrist. “What's the matter? Worried about your little boyfriend?”

 

“No. Shikamaru can take care of himself.” And it was the truth. Saying it out loud helped reinforce that in Kiba's brain and he felt a little calmer as he stared back at the his opponent. The sick parody of a smile the vampire was currently displaying had Kiba growling in anger. He let that anger wash over him, purging all the fear and anxiety- and maybe the rational thought- from his brain. Before he could think about the wisdom of his actions, his head darted forward quickly and his teeth closed around the flesh of the vampire's arm.

 

A startled cry burst from Kiba's fanged opponent and the cold fingers relaxed their hold slightly.

 

The momentary lapse was all Kiba needed, between the slick blood and the loosened grip there was no way the vampire could maintain his hold. He pulled sharply and instantly freed his wrist. Using his now free hand, he curled it into a fist and put all of his weight into an uppercut, trying to drive his hand through, and not just into, the bastard's jaw.

 

There was an odd clacking noise as the vampire's teeth snapped together with the force of the blow. The punch took the vampire off his feet, but unfortunately the hold he maintained on Kiba's other wrist took the brunet with him.

 

Kiba grunted as he fell on top of the vampire and the wind was knocked out of him. He was stunned for an instant, but then he was immediately back on the attack. He couldn't let up, he couldn't squander the advantage. What he referred to as `street mode' took over his brain and he relentlessly pummeled the vampire, his only thoughts on survival. He intermingled punches with elbows and knees to the vampire's head and body designed only to inflict the maximum amount of pain possible while not allowing him to lose consciousness.

 

The vampire beneath him eventually started fighting back less, and stopped defending himself as well as he had been. His breathing became ragged, deteriorating into gasping desperate attempts to draw air in.

 

Kiba could feel the vampire about to lose consciousness so he scrambled off of him and made an attempt to crawl as quickly as he could to where he could see his switchblade gleaming on the floor like a beacon. He had to act quickly, if a vampire lost consciousness, their insanely effective immune system kicked in and almost all wounds healed instantly. Depending on how a slayer used that information, it could be a weakness or an advantage for the vampires. Kiba was determined not to make it an advantage.

 

But he must not have been quick enough, because as soon as his fingers closed around the blade, Kiba felt a hand close around his ankle and begin tugging him backward. He'd hoped the vampire would have hovered on the edge of unconsciousness for a while longer, instead of passing out and recovering. But it was okay, at least he had the knife and he was going to put it to good use. He twisted and rolled slashing with precision as he moved.

 

The knife bit into the skin just under the vampire's chin and Kiba felt blood, long cooled, flow out over his fingers. The sensation of that was something he wouldn't ever get used to. The icy viscous liquid slipped across his skin like the perverted, nauseating touch of a dead lover. Shikamaru always compared it to snail slime, but Kiba couldn't help but make it more morbid.

 

But in this situation he welcomed it anyway. The vampire wouldn't ash immediately, he'd need to bleed out first, but the wound was fatal. Kiba tried to ignore the part of himself that wanted to enjoy the fact that this vampire was going to die a bit more slowly and painfully than was absolutely necessary, but he couldn't quite turn those thoughts off.

 

The vampire clutched at his bleeding throat like he was going to be able to hold back the blood flow, but it was already too late. His mouth opened and closed futilely, trying to form words but nothing coherent made it out, only a few choked hissing noises and some gurgling, hitching breaths pushed themselves past those lips. That and a small spattering of the hated blood that got caught on a breath and sprayed out onto Kiba's cheek.

 

Kiba pulled himself out from underneath the bleeding, gasping vampire trying to keep as much of the eerie blood off of himself as he could. He swiped viciously at the tiny drops on his cheek and lips. He hated thinking about the fact that the blood that was now covering him used to belong to someone other than the vampire he just slashed. He hated thinking about it, yet it was the thought that seemed to be the running theme in all of his nightmares.

 

Seconds after rolling to his knees and gasping deeply for breaths of his own, Kiba heard the pop and watched with satisfaction as the bleeding vampire turned to ash. The bastard was gone now, unable to bleed anymore of the haunting blood on Kiba's floor.

 

Kiba looked up from where he was kneeling and panting finally coming out of his `street mode' mentality only to see Shikamaru pinned beneath the last vampire. His stomach clenched at the sight and his brain screamed for him to do something. How could he have been so focused on this last vampire and ignored Shikamaru's need for his assistance for so long?

 

His lover was doing his best to hold off the attack, but he'd lost his knife some time during the fray and was clearly weakened by an obvious injury to his thigh. The jeans that Kiba had spent so much of his night admiring were torn in various places and there were four long jagged slashes across the inside of Shikamaru's left thigh that were pumping blood out and covering all the tanned flesh the torn pants exposed.

 

Kiba ignored the fear that was trying to creep into his consciousness and paralyze him. Fear wasn't going to do Shikamaru any good, but action was, he needed to do something to help, and quickly. He reached down to the sheath around his ankle for the small backup knife he rarely used. Almost in the same instant he freed the blade from its confines, he pulled his arm back and let it fly across the room with deadly accuracy.

 

The knife lodged itself in the back of the vampire's skull, making a disturbing crunching sound on impact. He slumped forward slightly, and howled in agony, but he didn't immediately ash like a wound to the heart would have caused.

 

Kiba would like to say that he at least attempted to clamp down on the flare of pleasure that the vampire's scream caused, but he'd be lying. Truth was, he let it run rampant within him and fill him with warmth. Anyone, human or vampire, that tried to harm Shikamaru would suffer, and he knew he didn't have the self control not to enjoy it.

 

That brief moment of assistance was all Shikamaru needed. He'd taken advantage of the vampire's relaxed grip to pull his wrist free of the other's grasp and recover his lost knife. He quickly plunged the blade directly into the creature's heart and then shut his eyes to the shower of ash above him. He'd forgotten to do that once and had to flush the shit out of his eyes for forty-five minutes after the fight.

 

Kiba watched his knife fall with the ash, barely nicking Shikamaru's cheek and leaving a sliver of crimson on the pale skin. Even just that small amount of blood had Kiba's blood boiling. It was nothing compared to the claw wounds on his lover's thigh, but it still made him seethe with anger. There should never be blood on that gorgeous face.

 

Shikamaru looked over at him then, and he must have read some of the worry that Kiba was sure he had written all over his face, because a smirk broke out over that handsome face and his voice was carefully controlled as he addressed Kiba while rolling over to a sitting position. “So you ready to get back to fucking or what?”

 

Kiba couldn't help but laugh, and just like that the worry and tension was gone. Shikamaru was just too damned smart for Kiba to keep up with sometimes, he always knew exactly what to say to ease any stress he might be feeling. “I hate to be the one to break it to ya love, but you don't exactly look like fucking is a good idea.”

 

Shikamaru reached up to pull the elastic band out of his hair and shook the shining mass of it out around his face. He reached up with a bloody hand he either didn't notice or didn't care about, and began combing his fingers through the loose waves. “Are you saying you don't find me sexy when I'm covered in blood?”

 

Kiba snorted in a mixture of shock and amusement. With the way Shikamaru's voice managed to stay so level it was impossible sometimes to tell if his lover was joking or not. Was his lover just flirting or was that a real question? There was no way Shikamaru was seriously insecure about what he looked like after a fight, right?

 

Kiba crawled over on hands and knees to where Shikamaru was still sitting, keeping his eyes trained on his lover's face the entire time. He didn't stop when he got close and continued to stalk forward until he was pushing Shikamaru back to lie on the floor and was kneeling with his knees on either side of his lover's hips and his hands were beside Shikamaru's head, lost among all that gloriously fanned hair.

 

The sight of his lover spread out beneath him like that brought Kiba's erection back full-force and he growled softly at yet another show of submission from Shikamaru. He wanted to lower himself down and press his body against the one beneath it, but he was still concerned about Shikamaru's wound. He hadn't been joking when he said he didn't think Shikamaru was ready for any sexy time, even though it killed him to say it.

 

So avoiding all contact, he just bent his head down enough for Shikamaru to feel his words against the skin of his neck when he whispered in his ear. “Love, you know that's not what I meant. I think you're sexy no matter what, but even more so with your pants half ripped off and laying on my floor with your hair all loose like that. So unless you really want me to fuck you where you lay, you better quit looking at me like that and biting that lip, because I've only got so much control and everything you do shoots it all to hell and back every time I look at you.”

 

Shikamaru shivered, either at the words or Kiba's breath or a combination of the two and then looked up at Kiba with eyes full of longing and determination. “Then fuck me. I don't care that I'm hurt, I don't care that we were just attacked, I don't care that we're surrounded by ash. I promised myself that tonight was the night I would finally get to feel you inside me, and nobody - not you, or these fucking vampires, or anybody else - is going to deny me.”

 

Kiba whined in response to Shikamaru's words, a low, guttural sound that felt like it had been ripped from his throat rather than be released willingly. He crushed his mouth to Shikamaru's giving in to temptation for just a moment. He couldn't resist when Shikamaru was spread out so wantonly beneath him.

 

Shikamaru didn't make it easy for him to keep the contact brief. He mewled into the kiss and brought his hands up to Kiba's hips trying to tug him down on top of him.

 

Kiba finally managed to regain his composure and pulled away from his lover with a reluctant groan. “Come on love, we have to get you to a hospital.” Seeing Shikamaru's petulant pout, he let his voice drop a little lower. “And once you get your leg bandaged I'll fuck you senseless. Besides, hospital gowns are definitely easier to get into than those jeans of yours.”

 

 

 

 

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MY Beta-Reader's Questionnaire
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Is it BORING?
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- Does any part of the story Drag?
- Are their parts that you skipped to get to `the good part'?
- Do I over-inform anywhere? (Also known as Info-Dumping.)

Did you Get it?
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- Did you understand every phrase / term I used? Change the font on anything unclear to RED and explain here.
- If someone unfamiliar with this Fandom read this, have I explained enough for them to understand everything?
-!- Did I forget to mention that someone was demon-possessed, half angelic, or had mystical powers?

Love & Sex?
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- Does the love scene seem overly cliché? (Or overly sappy?)
- Did you have to reread any part of the love scene to understand who was doing what?
- Did the actions & positions flow smoothly from one to the next, or did they jump as though something was skipped?
- Did it make you hot?
-!- Was your Comfort-Zone line crossed? (Did any action in the love scene make you cringe?)

Action Scene

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- Does the action scene seem overly cliché? Or boring?
- Did you have to reread any part of the action scene to understand who was doing what?
- Did the actions flow smoothly from one to the next, or did they jump as though something was skipped?
- Did it get your blood pumping?

Do the scenes FLOW?
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- Does one scene lead logically into the next?


Is anything VISUALLY Confusing? Ok, side note from me here. I SUCK at descriptions. I tried to do better here, but I know I failed miserably at them. I'm not totally focused on that for this piece, so I'm not going to go back and add a lot of content, but if you want to answer the description oriented questions with specifics feel free to do so…
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- Can you SEE every action clearly in your mind like a movie?
- Could you SEE what the characters looked like clearly?
- Could someone who was Not familiar with the fandom SEE what the characters looked like clearly?
- If you went there in real life, would you recognize the location?
- Did you have to reread any part of the action sequences to understand who did what? Change the font to anything confusing to BLUE and explain here.
-!- Did I forget to describe their Clothes, their Hair, their Eyes, any other distinctive feature that pertains to a specific character?

During DIALOGUE scenes…
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- Could you SEE what the characters were DOING while talking?
- Could you SEE where the characters WERE while talking?

Did the Characters WORK?
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- Do the characters ACT realistic?
- Does the Dialogue sound realistic? Change the font on anything that sounds unrealistic to YELLOW and explain here.
- Do their Reactions seem logical & realistic?
- Could you feel the Emotions between the characters?
- Did the characters seem IN CHARACTER? Change the font on anything OOC to GREEN and explain here.
-!- Would Original characters have worked better for this story?

- Who did you like best and WHY?
- Who did you hate and WHY?
- Who got on your nerves and WHY?
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