Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Cravings ❯ Chapter 2

Cravings II:

 

Kiba watched Shikamaru dig around in the pocket of his jeans for the key to his apartment looking for any signs that his lover was favoring his injured leg. Shikamaru had sworn that he felt fine vehemently enough for Sakura to sign his hospital release papers and let him go home despite the fact that both she and Kiba were concerned about how serious the injury was. So now here they were outside of Shikamaru's place, and Kiba was still searching for signs that his lover may need to return to the hospital.

 

For once in his life, Kiba ignored the way Shikamaru's rummaging pulled his loose-fitting jeans low on his hips and flashed tiny glimpses of tanned skin. Ordinarily those quick peeks of skin would have Kiba panting with desire to rip the clothes from his lover's body and bare that skin to be explored with his hands, and his eyes, and his tongue, but now all he could focus on was Shikamaru's face and watching to see if any pain was reflected there.

 

He wanted to check the bandage covering his lover's wound to see if the three deep gashes were still seeping blood, but he couldn't since the gauze was encased in denim. All the slayers kept an extra set of clothes at the hospital since you never knew what kind of shape your clothes were going to be in after a fight with a vampire, especially if it was serious enough to send you to the hospital. They'd both changed into spare sets of jeans and tee shirts before leaving, meaning the shredded pair with enough holes for Kiba to see his wound clearly had been trashed.

 

With a triumphant grunt, Shikamaru finally located the keys and pulled them out. He opened the locked door, stepped inside and flipped on the light quickly and efficiently, as usual wasting no movement. Once he was inside his shoulders hunched and he pushed his hands in his pockets, assuming his normal posture.

 

Kiba followed behind and turned to regard Shikamaru, concern twisting his features. He finally let himself ask the question that had been burning on the tip of his tongue for hours now. “You feeling okay?”

 

Shikamaru slumped against the wall tiredly and looked at Kiba through the curtain of his hair. He lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug. “Yeah.”

 

Shikamaru's eyes blazed at Kiba from under the fall of dark hair, but Kiba couldn't decipher what the look meant, and he wasn't going to ask. His main concern was making sure that his lover was feeling as good as he said he was. Shikamaru had a bad habit of downplaying his injuries, and while he didn't exactly lie, he was a master at misdirection and sleight of hand. “Are you really okay?”

 

Shikamaru snorted in annoyance and shook his head slightly. “Yes I'm really okay. Now get over here and kiss me.”

 

Kiba chuckled slightly, not minding taking that kind of order from his lover in the least, even if touching Shikamaru at all would make it hard to keep his lust in check. “Yes, master.”

 

Kiba pulled Shikamaru to him and enfolded him in his embrace, he didn't grip too tightly, still mindful of his lover's injury. He brought one hand up and cupped the side of Shikamaru's face and brought his lips down to gently press against his lover's.

 

Shikamaru sighed and tried to press his lips more firmly against Kiba's.

 

Kiba pulled back when he felt Shikamaru try to deepen the kiss. He had to maintain control of his desire so he wouldn't make Shikamaru's injury worse, and there was no way he could reign in his aggressive need to take Shikamaru and finally make him his if they went any further than some chaste kissing.

 

Shikamaru glared up at him. “As sweet as it is that you don't want to hurt me, do you think you could kiss me like you mean it now?”

 

Kiba frowned; he never did anything sexual casually. He always put all of his focus and energy into pleasing his partner, it hurt a little that Shikamaru would think any differently. “I did mean that, I love you Shika. Every kiss doesn't have to be a demand for more.”

 

Shikamaru smiled up at him. “No, not every kiss, but it would be really nice if this one was a little less tooth-rottingly sweet and a bit more aggressive.”

 

Kiba growled low. Shikamaru was smart, he never spoke without thinking, every word he said was always precisely calculated for the maximum psychological effect. He knew exactly what he was doing to Kiba, those words were specifically chosen. There was absolutely no way that he didn't know that just hearing the word `aggressive,' just the thought of Shikamaru wanting that, inviting that made his blood boil. The damn tease had done it on purpose. “Babe, after the night we've had I don't think you should be encouraging me to be more aggressive.”

 

Shikamaru smiled up at him with a challenge in his eyes. “You think I can't handle your aggression.”

 

Kiba frowned, and fought down the urge to blurt out everything that ran through his mind. Emotions were swirling around in his mind and he was having trouble getting a hold on any of them. He clenched his fists and grit his teeth. Why did Shikamaru feel the need to push him this way? His lover had to know just how much frustration and worry he had to be feeling, why would he continue to provoke him like this? “Not when you practically bled to death a few hours ago.”

 

Shikamaru snorted. “My injury was not that bad. It's stitched and disinfected now, and I really want you. Why are you being so troublesome?”

 

Kiba sighed and dropped his forehead onto Shikamaru's shoulder. He just didn't understand what was so difficult about this for Shikamaru to accept. “Because I don't want to hurt you, I want you so damned much and everything you do makes me need you so bad I lose control. If I let myself get worked up I will hurt you. I know it.”

 

Shikamaru grunted in an affronted way. “No you won't.”

 

Kiba jerked his head up and gave Shikamaru a fierce look. How could he say that? Of course Kiba would hurt him if he truly lost control. That's just what Kiba did, he got over-aggressive and he hurt people. It was what he was good at. “I just watched you get thirty-seven stitches in your thigh, don't act like there's not a real possibility of me hurting you.”

 

Shikamaru looked up at him and offered a sly smile. He paused for a minute before bucking his hips against Kiba's and letting his expression turn into something far more wicked than Kiba had ever seen on his face. “The time I ended up with fifty-three stitches I was still dating Naruto and we fucked like rabbits before I even went to the hospital. Apparently blood and violence turn him on. I think I can handle anything you can throw at me.”

 

Rage and possessiveness ripped through Kiba and he growled harshly, pushing Shikamaru back and slamming him into the wall. That dirty son of a bitch! Shikamaru knew that Kiba was still a little insecure and jealous over his previous relationship with Naruto, how could he be so callous as to bring it up now when Kiba already felt so raw? He slapped the palm of his hands against the wall on either side of Shikamaru's head, effectively framing the smaller man's body with his own and crowding his personal space. The low growl in his throat made his voice sound more like rocks in a blender than actual speech. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

 

Shikamaru arched his back pressing himself against Kiba's larger, bulkier body and grinned evilly at him. “Yes.”

 

Kiba bared his teeth in a perversion of a smile. His eyes burned with feral hunger and he let out a throaty laugh that was fierce and untamed. “Well mission accomplished, lover. You wanted me brutal and aggressive, now you got it.”

 

Shikamaru pressed his shoulders back more firmly against the wall and spread his thighs slightly. He looked up at Kiba with a look that was equal parts challenge, submission and need. “Good, it's about damn time.”

 

Tired of resisting his violent and riotous aggression, Kiba growled and let go feeling possessive fury steal over him and whitewash his mind. He pressed himself against his lover, pushing his leg between Shikamaru's using his muscular thigh to rub his erection. “One of these days you're going to learn not to push me.”

 

Shikamaru groaned and let his head fall back against the wall and his eyes slide closed. His lips parted on a ragged breath and his hips shifted to rub his length against Kiba. ”Shiiiit.”

 

Kiba snarled again at Shikamaru's needy, submissive response and pushed his leg more firmly against Shikamaru and bent to take his lover's lips in a kiss that was violent and just this side of cruel. He pushed his tongue against Shikamaru's, taking what he wanted from the kiss and demanding that his lover give him even more.

 

The feel of Shikamaru's slick tongue sliding against his sent shockwaves of pleasure and heat searing through his body. Wild and untamed passion detonated in his brain making his dick twitch in his pants with the intense urge to claim, to dominate, to possess. He wanted every inch of Shikamaru to ache for his touch, he wanted his lover so mindless with pleasure all he could manage was incoherent begging for more, he wanted to take Shikamaru, pound into him, so hard and for so long that his lover would still feel the phantom sensations of him moving inside him every time his muscles clenched for days afterwards.

 

Shikamaru went boneless, letting Kiba's thigh hold him up and support his weight. He spread his legs even wider, submitting instantly and letting Kiba pour all of his ferocity and need into the kiss.

 

A strangled grunt of desire clawed its way out of Kiba's throat and he pressed his own erection against Shikamaru's hip. The friction against his pulsing, aching arousal intensified the cravings of his body and he let his desire to wring every ounce of pleasure that he could from his own and his lover's bodies until they were both too sated and exhausted to move rage uncontrolled within him.

 

He pulled back and nipped Shikamaru's bottom lip with his teeth, feeling hot and hungry and needing much, much more than this.

 

Shikamaru moaned wantonly and trembled in arousal, pushing himself more fully against Kiba.

 

The little shiver caught Kiba's attention and he pulled back from the kiss slightly to take in the needy look on Shikamaru's face. Fuck, but Shikamaru was beautiful! Smooth, tanned skin flushed with arousal, eyes shut tight with need, lips open and panting with hunger, the sight was enough to make Kiba's cock jump again in impatience.

 

Shikamaru opened his eyes under the scrutiny. He panted harshly and shifted his hips to get some friction on his arousal.

 

Kiba wanted to be cocky, to make some teasing comment about how undone Shikamaru was, but his lover was simply too gorgeous in his passion. His brutal desire faded some and his blood cooled enough for him to see what was actually spread out before him like an offering. His intense passion finally receded enough that he could appreciate the complete and total submission, the monumental display of trust that Shikamaru was exhibiting.

 

He couldn't make light of this, he couldn't let this moment become casual. It wasn't Kiba's style to get romantic and start spouting poetry; he did have Shikamaru pressed up against the wall riding his thigh after all. But he wasn't about to downplay the significance of what they were doing. He needed his lover to know that Kiba understood that his submission was something freely given, a gift to be cherished not demanded.

 

He moved his thigh against Shikamaru's crotch and licked his lips, enjoying the feel and the sight of his lover pressed against him. “Oh god baby, you're so gorgeous.”

 

Shikamaru moaned and reached his hand up to trace the vibrant red tattoos on Kiba's face with his fingertips. His fingers lingered over the decorated skin, stroking softly, telling Kiba things with his body instead of words.

 

The soft brush of fingertips left tingling paths and patterns in their wake and Kiba leaned into the light caress and closed his eyes, absorbing the brief moment of tenderness between them. It wasn't common in their relationship, neither of them enjoyed discussing things like feelings, but every once in a while it was nice to be reminded that this was more than just physical attraction.

 

Shikamaru moved his hand to the back of Kiba's head and gripped a handful of hair, pulling lightly.

 

Obviously his lover had enough of the tenderness and was ready to get back to a little rougher play. Kiba had no reservations about cranking up the intensity, but he was glad that Shikamaru had understood his unspoken `I love you,' and returned the sentiment. Not that he had any problems with saying the words out loud, but he had a feeling if they started getting too emotional it would douse the fire that was currently smoldering between them and Kiba really wanted to be able to express his love for Shikamaru without having to `make love' to Shikamaru.

 

Kiba moaned at the tiny bite of pain and rubbed his thigh against his lover's hardness again relishing the tingle it spread throughout his pelvic region. Shamelessly exploiting one of his lover's weaknesses, he bent down and ran his tongue over the skin of Shikamaru's neck. He knew there was no way Shikamaru would be able to resist the combination of stimulation to his cock and his neck at the same time. Kiba fully intended to fry all circuits and shut down that overactive mind, at least for a little while.

 

Predictably, Shikamaru groaned and arched his neck, pressing his skin to Kiba's mouth more firmly, a silent demand for more.

 

More than willing to oblige, Kiba pressed his lips to the tender skin above Shikamaru's pulse and began biting and sucking. The urge to mark every inch of his lover was strong, but he settled for leaving one dark purple mark high enough that it wouldn't be covered by Shikamaru's shirts. His body hummed in pleasure with the thought that he'd claimed Shikamaru as his own and everyone would see it.

 

Shikamaru whined and clutched the back of Kiba's head frantically, pulling at strands of hair and scratching the scalp with his blunt nails.

 

Kiba kept his mouth locked on Shikamaru's throat, content now to just tease his lover and not mark, while he reached down to the buttons on Shikamaru's jeans and began thumbing them open. His movements were hampered a bit by the gentle rocking of Shikamaru's hips, but he finally managed to get the fly open, pushing the flaps to the side. One hand delved inside, and wrapped around Shikamaru's straining erection for the first time, while the other busied itself with pulling down Shikamaru's boxers.

 

The hot flesh searing his palm twitched at the attention and Kiba panted with want. He looked down at the engorged erection with its rosy pink tip and bit his lip as hunger sliced through him. Shika's cock was so pretty, as finely made and erotic as the rest of him.

 

Shikamaru moaned loudly and bucked his hips, desperately pushing his cock through Kiba's fist, urgently seeking more pleasure. More heat and friction.

 

Kiba tightened his grip and watched the way pleasure transformed his lover's face. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and that was saying a lot considering his experience.

 

Shikamaru's breath hitched and he let out a ragged moan. A little bead of moisture seeped out of the tip of his erection, broadcasting his frenzied hunger, begging for more stimulation.

 

The need to taste Shikamaru hit Kiba like a sucker punch when he felt the little drop of precum under his fingers. His lover's excitement was a tangible thing, he could feel it in the air and he wanted to consume it, to draw it into himself. He looked down at his lover and licked his lips making his intentions clear, then sank to his knees.

 

Shikamaru whimpered and bit his lip as he watched Kiba sink to his knees. His arousal pulsed with anxious insistence.

 

Kiba pulled the fabric of Shikamaru's jeans wider, exposing his lover's balls and leaned down to nuzzle them. He breathed in the scent of male musk and groaned, closing his eyes. He loved cock. He loved the scent, the taste. He loved touching cock, he loved sucking cock, and Shikamaru's cock was just beautiful and begging to be worshiped.

 

He was leaning forward with his tongue outstretched to lap at the head of Shikamaru's purpling erection when a vibration under his hand and a sharp ringing noise interrupted him.

 

Kiba groaned at the interruption and tilted his head to rest his forehead on Shikamaru's hip. Seriously? A phone call? Now? “You've got to be fucking kidding me.” He looked up at his lover with big, pleading eyes and he didn't care at all that his voice came out as a whine. “Just ignore it baby…please.”

 

Shoulders slumping and expression losing passion and becoming serious, Shikamaru sighed. “You know I can't, that's Kakashi's ringtone.”

 

Kiba rubbed small circles on Shikamaru's hip bones, trying to plead with his lover with actions and words. Shikamaru had been the one to start his damn game, there was no way he was going to end it so suddenly. “I'm sure it's not important. He probably just wants to make sure we're okay.”

 

Shikamaru looked down sharply at Kiba. “Which is why I need to answer, if I don't then he'll probably drop by and see why I didn't answer my phone.”

 

Kiba groaned recognizing the logic of that. He didn't want to admit it, but Shikamaru was right and as much as he didn't want to deal with Kakashi over the phone while he was trying to give his lover a blow job, he really didn't want to have to deal with his boss if he showed up here when he was buried balls deep in his lover's ass. He sighed wearily and pulled Shikamaru's phone out of his pocket. He opened it savagely and pressed it roughly to his ear. “Shika's phone.”

 

A voice as slow and sensual as drizzled honey flowed smoothly over the line. “Ah good, you're together.”

 

Kiba sighed in exasperation and fought down the urge to growl loudly at the pleasant and unhurried tone. Whatever Kakashi had to say he better say it and say it quickly because Kiba was at the edge of his patience. “We're fine, no need to be concerned and we're also busy. Can this wait?”

 

There were several unidentified noises in the background as well as a lot of other voices talking nearby, suggesting that Kakashi was at the main office downtown and not at home. “Actually, no, it can't. It's good to hear that both you and Shikamaru are well, but that's not the only thing I called for.”

 

Grinding his teeth together, Kiba tried to keep his voice calm as he watched the erection in front of his face soften a bit with each passing second. He definitely needed to hurry this conversation along, he was running out of time, he could practically see Shikamaru's brain fire up and start the wheels turning again. So much for frying his circuits. “Well then spit it out already, like I said, we're busy.”

 

The voice on the other end turned decidedly lascivious and was practically purring with a combination of arousal and amusement. “I'll just bet you are. Care to give me some details?”

 

Kiba leaned forward with his tongue outstretched, intending to give a few encouraging licks to coax Shikamaru back to full harness and keep his erection from wilting completely. But an unrelenting hand in his hair stopped his forward progress causing an unattractive scowl to form on his lips. He looked up at his lover with accusation in his eyes.

 

Shikamaru just looked down at him with calm indifference and sank back more fully against the wall.

 

Yep. Definitely no fried circuits going on here. Watching his lover slump back against the wall and lose interest in their playtime pissed Kiba off more than he cared to admit. He tightened his hand on Shikamaru's hip and his voice came out in a rough, angry hiss. “Quit being a perv and tell me what the hell you called for.”

 

Kakashi chuckled a bit, but his voice lost its teasing edge and was serious enough to lend weight to his words, even over the phone where you couldn't see his expression. “Ibiki, Iruka and I think that the attack on you and Shikamaru tonight wasn't a random occurrence.”

 

Kiba's anger faded some and was replaced with confusion. Not random? What the hell was Kakashi talking about? Vampires didn't execute planned attacks, they just grouped together to form hunting parties whenever their hunger arose. It didn't make any sense. “Oh?”

 

Kakashi sighed, sounding quite tired. “Yes, we think Shikamaru is being targeted.”

 

Kiba stiffened in shock. Shikamaru was in danger? The animal, possessive part of him howled and raged at the idea of even a hypothetical threat to his lover while the part of him that was still fighting to stay calm wanted answers. “Why?”

 

There was a muffled rustling in the background and then the sound of a door closing could be heard. Kakashi's voice was once again back to the slow, sexy drawl. “Oh I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he's developed four separate poisons designed to target their unique immune system in the last year and a half.”

 

Confusion and disbelief had Kiba shaking his head in denial before he was even speaking. He levered himself up off his knees and stared hard at Shikamaru's bored looking face. “Well if that's the case then why did they hit my place instead of here?”

 

Kakashi let out a long-suffering sigh and acted like he was explaining things to a toddler. “Because Shikamaru wasn't at his place was he?”

 

Needing, the reassurance of Shikamaru's steady presence, Kiba reached out and stroked a hand through Shikamaru's hair. He was trying hard not to let helpless, frustration and the overwhelming need to protect with violence consume him without knowing the facts, and simply touching his lover helped. “No, but how did they know he was with me?”

 

Shikamaru didn't say anything, in fact he barely gave any indication at all that he even noticed the touch, except to lean into it slightly.

 

There was a brief pause like Kakashi was trying to run through as many different scenarios as possible before answering the question. “It's possible that they just saw the two of you together, or they could have followed Shikamaru from his place to yours, or they could know about the relationship between the two of you and could have been watching both places.”

 

Kiba's mind spun with all the possibilities and he started to feel a little overwhelmed. He gripped a handful of Shikamaru's hair and tugged slightly watching a tiny flicker of arousal flash in his lover's eyes. It reminded him of his priorities and he pushed the fear to the back of his mind. Kiba snorted dismissively, still hoping that Kakashi wasn't right about this. “Or this could just be a completely random thing.”

 

Kakashi's voice was mildly placating on the other end. “It could, but I don't think so. But that's what we need to figure out. If Shikamaru is being targeted, then we need to be aware of that so that we can minimize the danger he's in.”

 

Kiba looked at his lover and did what he'd been trying to avoid ever since Kakashi had started this conversation and imagined Shikamaru in danger. His chest contracted and tears prickled at the corner of his eyes and he reached down and tugged Shikamaru's smaller body against his own doing his best to wrap the smaller man in a crushing hug with only one arm so that he could continue his conversation with his boss. “So how exactly do we figure out if he's in danger?”

 

Kakashi's voice sounded like he was talking to a child again. “We've got to go over all the evidence we have.”

 

Inhaling the scent of his lover and letting it wash over him, Kiba tried to block out his concern. But he couldn't help the creeping note of fear that made its way into his voice. “And what evidence is that?”

 

More indistinct rustling in the background and some muffled talking was all that could be heard for several seconds. Then Kakashi's voice was back, continuing the conversation. “We need an exact account from both of you of exactly what happened.”

 

Kiba rubbed at his eyes as discretely as possible while he held Shikamaru tightly to him. “We already talked to Iruka about it at the hospital.”

 

Kakashi chuckled. “Yes, but that was just a vague overview of events to keep him from ripping you a new asshole. I want an exact account of everything each vampire did and said.”

 

Kiba sighed tiredly, so much had happened tonight and all he wanted to do now was fall asleep holding Shikamaru safe in his arms. “Fine, we'll come to the office first thing tomorrow morning and give a report.”

 

Kakashi's voice was low and the tone suggested there was no arguing with him. “No, you'll come in now and give it while it's still fresh in your head.”

 

Tightening his hold on Shikamaru, Kiba finally lost control of his swirling emotions. He'd been through too much, so many different things forcing his emotions to swing on a pendulum back and forth and it was making him feel stretched thin until he finally exploded. “Aw goddamn it Kakashi, I'm not going to forget anything in the next four hours. Why can't this wait?”

 

Kakashi's voice was still low, but sounded a bit angrier and disappointed this time. “Kiba, this isn't some game. What happens if they attack again and something serious happens to Shikamaru this time? Would you ever be able to forgive yourself? Stop thinking with your dick and start thinking with your head.”

 

Growling at the accusation, Kiba pulled back from Shikamaru. Curling his free hand into a fist, he pulled it back and slammed it into the wall, trying to vent some of his anger and frustration. Pain prickled at the edge of his awareness and it just ratcheted his frustration even higher. “Aw fuck Kakashi, you know I didn't mean I don't take this seriously. You know nothing is more important to me than Shikamaru's safety. It's just that tonight has already gotten so fucked up, I just wanted to spend the last few hours of our day off with him.”

 

Kakashi's sighed and his voice softened some. “I know Kiba. But Shika's safety has to come first, and this is as much about keeping him safe as it is about getting the information. There's nowhere in the city that's safer for him than a building full of slayers.”

 

Kiba lowered his chin, looking and feeling defeated. “I guess you're right.”

 

The voice on the other end sounded far too cheerful about Kiba's admission to be considered healthy. “Of course I am. Now, I'll meet you at the office in a half an hour. The two of you can sleep here tonight until we figure out exactly what we're dealing with here.”

 

Kiba sighed and flexed the fingers of the hand he'd just used to punch the wall, feeling the small throb of discomfort skitter up his arm helped calm him a little. “Half an hour, got it.”

 

Shikamaru looked at him and raised an eyebrow in question.

 

Kiba closed the phone and stuffed it back into Shikamaru's pocket. He took one last longing look at Shikamaru's slightly disheveled appearance and shook his head with regret. “Button up lover; we've got to go in to the office.”

 

 

 

 

Is it BORING?
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- 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?

-!- Did I forget to mention something that would have made this easier to understand?

Love & Sex?
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- Does any of the love scene seem overly cliché? (Or overly sappy?)
- Was the love scene too fast or too slow?
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- 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?
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Do the scenes FLOW?
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- Do I repeat anything that doesn't need to be repeated?

Is anything VISUALLY Confusing?
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During DIALOGUE scenes…
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I'm really trying to work on the whole showing vs. telling thing. Is there anywhere that you felt like I just told you how the character was feeling instead of describing it and their reactions?

 

Anything else you want to tell me?