Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ice Picks and Hand Grenades ❯ A Prelude to War? ( Chapter 5 )

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Disclaimer: On second thought… I do own Naruto.

CHAPTER FIVE: A Prelude to War?

I hate the rain.

Especially when the skies are so clear and it seems to come out of nowhere. And that’s just what happened.

I mean… dammit! What kind of hotel doesn’t even give you hand lotion? I know what kind… the kind where my asshole friends are staying. I swear if I find out Naruto was in my room… I’ll kill him. No, I’ll hurt him until he kills himself. That’s what I’ll do.

Sneaking out of my own window to go to a store isn’t exactly how I pictured my first sexual encounter with a crush. If I didn’t know it was going to be worth it, I’d just call it ‘troublesome’ and go back to my room, curl up in the sheets and sleep.

But dammit. Things like this don’t get second chances.

I wish I were smart enough to have packed a jacket, if nothing else. Kiba has his over his head, and even though it mustn’t do much, it’s better than my soaked through shred of fabric… I’m probably going to catch cold, but I don’t care, to be honest. So I’ll be spewing snot all over those (already) snot nosed kids I teach… and then they’ll finally know how I feel. Most of them are good kids, but gods! Learn how to use a fucking tissue!

Cold… fuck…

“Hey, Shika… you okay, man?” He shouldn’t be talking. Looking at him… he’s twice as miserable as I am… a little drowned puppy… heheh. He’d hate me for that one.

“Troublesome… this whole thing…”

“You wanna call it off?” My head snaps toward him, awkwardly. Dammit. I think he’s having second thoughts… “You look awful… and… yeah.”

I divert my gaze and keep walking. I wanted to just lash out, you know? ‘What the fuck, are you a fucking moron!? Why the hell would I drag my lazy ass out in the pouring fucking rain just to NOT get some? I’M FUCKING HORNY!!’ Err… not a good idea. I guess I’m just getting cranky.

“No.”

For a tourist location, this place stinks. The only open convenience type store on the strip isn’t the kind of place I like to venture. But, then again… it is pretty late, so I shouldn’t really be surprised. The inside is dim and musty, even the paint is chipped and faded. From the street I can see two inbred looking men, both wearing crappy clothes and chewing something-I’d rather not know what.

But a store is a store, dammit.

I walk up to the door without much hesitation. Kiba soon follows, but he’s obviously very unsettled by the men inside. I just know what’s going to happen… it’s not pretty. All I can do is hold Kiba back so it doesn’t end up in unnecessary bloodshed.

I make sure to lead Kiba past the counter quickly… in silence. “Just look for anything we can use, all right… lubricants, lotions, vegetable oil…” And find it quick so we can get the hell out of here.

“Shika…” he tugs loosely on my rain soaked shirt. “There’s candy and chips… but I don’t think they have any of that stuff…”

“They do.” I take a backward glance toward my companion. “They always do… but it’s not always right out in the open…”

I hear a chuckle from somewhere behind.

“Hey, you guys lookin’ for somethin?” Dammit. I wish… just this once, that I’d been wrong. All right… think Shikamaru.

....

“Yeah. Do you guys have any like… olive oil or something?” Kiba smiles warmly. God, he must be biting his cheek like something fierce.

More laughs. “No sir, nothin like that now. I dun know why you’d need something like that at this time of night.”

Kiba takes a bold step forward, suddenly looking very stoic… “Could I speak with you in private for a moment?”

I’m not sure exactly what he’s trying to do here. He’d better not start a fight, that’s all I have to say. I’m wet and cranky-and lazy to boot, no way I want to get involved in a brawl. Not that I’d want to waste my time, anyway. I’ve always been a firm believer that no one should do anything they don’t have or want to. I’ve never really liked fighting, to tell the truth. Every once in a while the adrenaline rush is great, but all in all… I’d rather be watching the clouds.

“Thanks!” When I turn this time, Kiba is smiling brightly, even though, if you ask me, he still seems kind of weirded out…

“Kiba?” He pushes up against my side, almost sandwiching against me.

The man, returning to his post behind the counter, whispers a few things to his companion, quiet enough that all I can make out is the high pitched sound of hissing s’s.

“What did you tell them?” I nudge my elbow into his arm. He smiles at me, that goofy lopsided grin he gets when he’s far too sure of himself, but says nothing. That means I probably don’t want to know.

After a few moments, one of the men across the counter passes Kiba a rolled over paper bag. I’ll be damned.

“Dun worry, kid. It’s on the house.”

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

I don’t know what time it is, exactly. The moon says it’s past midnight… but just how far past, I don’t know for sure. We stopped under a tree on the way back, and as much as I want to get back to my room, I’m glad. I’m starting to feel that chill, the deep one that permeates into my bones. I feel like a drowned rat out here, and dammit I wish the rain would stop. Kiba feels it too. I can tell by the way his shivers mimic my own. We’d look like a pair of morons if anyone happened to be looking.

But it doesn’t look like the rain will be stopping anytime soon.

“Kiba?”

He glances at me from the corner of his eyes, the cold deterring him from his usual content smile. “I was just thinking… we could have been back by now if Akamaru were here…”

That’s right… Akamaru didn’t come along. Curious, but… whatever. “Hn. We should sit by the fireplace in the lobby while our clothes hang dry…”

Kiba releases a dry laugh. “Kinda kills the mood we had, don’t it?”

“Sneaking out my window did that.”

His head snaps toward me, a motion so eerily quick and fluid I falter for a second. “Really? I thought it was kind of exciting… well, until I smelled those creepy guys at the convenience store.”

Now that he mentions it… “What was with those two anyway?”

Kiba scratches his cheek, a gesture that I’ve learned means uncertainty or unease. “Eh… I’m not sure you really want to know, but… when we first starting walking up to the place I caught a scent, you know… I wasn’t quite sure what it was at first… but once we got inside I realized it was the smell of… well… sex.”

I chuckle to myself, a sound that barely passes as a sound at all. “I don’t know why that bothered you, we were going to do that too, right?”

He blushes faintly. “Yeah… well… that’s not why it bothered me. It was the other scent I caught from them.”

“Other scent?”
“They were brothers.”

Uh… right… “That doesn’t mean they were…”

“There wasn’t anyone else there, unless there was a ninja in the backroom who knew how to hide their scent.”

Gah. No wonder they looked so inbred. “Hmm… you were right. I was better off not knowing.”

He flashes me that smile again. That same damn smile. By god, I think it’s actually quite charming… in-in an excited puppy kind of way. But I guess it suits him… considering this trip has probably been the first time I’ve seen him without a dog in tow.

“Shouldn’t we start moving again, Shika-kun? It's freaking cold out here.” He rises to his feet slowly, the same face that was smiling moments ago sneering into the pouring rain like he could intimidate it into stopping. “Besides, we need to get you back in the mood again.”

He reaches down and grasps my hand in his. It’s hard to believe it can feel so damn warm when I feel chilled to the bone. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” I almost stutter when his eyes meet mine. “Whatever happened to ‘I’ll fool around and if I don’t like it it’s okay’?”

Kiba blinks twice, looking almost lost. “Is-is this not okay?” His grip loosens. “I-I thought you said…”
Not like that! Kiba…

“Dammit, Kiba… I’m just cold okay?” I let my fingers wrap around the hood of his jacket and slowly slide down the wet fabric. “I can be a little bitch at times like this… ignore it.” I push up to him and put my mouth to his ear, purposely letting my lips brush against it as I speak. “I’m still going to fuck you.”

Hmm… a shudder? Maybe he’s just cold? Let’s hope it’s more than that.

Wandering hands find themselves brushing dangerously close to my ass. “Hn. You can fuck me if you can pin me. I’m not going to roll over without a fight, Shi-ka-ma-ru.” With the last syllable Kiba slides his index finger down the back seam of my pants… running right down…

Shit… I’m starting to wonder if I’m wrong in thinking this boy is a naïve little virgin. Sure he’s never been with a man before… but, then again, neither have I.

Before I’ve completely regained my bearings the heat is gone. I open my eyes hazily to find him trotting back in the direction of the hotel, a wide, toothy and arrogant smile etched across his rain soaked features.

So he likes to play games? Fine with me.

o.o.o.o.o..o.o.o.o.o.

According to the man behind the service desk, it rains like this all the time on the coast. No wonder their bathrobes are on the house, unlike so many hotels where they pile an ungodly amount of money onto your already ridiculous bill if they find out you used one.

After raiding our respective bathrooms, the two of us meet up in the lobby to sit by the fire and dry out our rain-drenched hair and wrinkled fingers.

“Oh man! I’m so fuckin’ soaked!” Ruffling his hair violently with one of the hotel’s complimentary towels, Kiba plops down on the floor in front of the fireplace.

After patting away some of the excess moisture I drape my own towel around my neck and sit down beside him, wondering for only a moment why I brought down a towel if I’m not even going to use it. Oh well. I figure I’ll let my hair dry out most of the way on it’s own, but I guess the towel will keep my bathrobe dry… or something like that. I don’t like drying rain wet hair with towels. There’s no sense in knotting it all up and making myself look scruffy. That kind of look might be cute on someone like Kiba… but as for me… I’d look like I’ve been dragged through the street tied to the back of a cart during a rainstorm.

A loud popping-cracking type sound snaps me from my daze, directing my eyes to the grinning man sitting beside me. “Ready?” I blink a couple of times. “All right! No ninjutsu or genjutsu or any of that, got it? Me versus you in a good ol’ fashioned one fall wrestling match.”

So he meant it after all. A little more literally than I figured, but all right…and I know just how to pin him down despite his superior strength. “Okay, Kiba.”

A devilish smirk crosses his lips as he lunges forward, pushing off his right foot without a moment’s hesitation.

He’s quick, I’ll give him that, but he’s definitely failed to surprise me, which I figure was his initial intention. I duck down and push forward a little myself, linking my arms around his waist and grasping my own wrists in a manner he shouldn’t be able to break. Pushing my cheek hard against his chest, I brace myself with one leg and wait. When he realizes he cannot simply push me over he reaches around and attempts to pry apart my arms. Damn, he’s freakin’ strong… but I have to hold on a moment more and… there!

I whip my head forward and bite down on his left nipple through his robe, applying just enough quick pressure to hurt…

“ITAAAAAAAA-I!” Reflexively he returns the aggression, biting down on the first mouthful of flesh he can reach. It happens to be the top of my ear. Sure, it hurts, but it’s just an ear.

…Then my neck. Right along my jugular… biting, sucking… shit… feels good. That little bastard. Stole my idea.

I counterattack with a nice, firm, not-so-casual dry grope. Despite his earlier implications, his bulge feels impressive enough to me… especially since he’s already half hard and getting harder by the second. I smile when he shudders beneath my touch. Looks like I have the edge.

Time to go for the kill.

Locking him in an aggressive open-mouthed kiss, I push my fingers under the fold of his robe and start caressing the skin I find there, wasting absolutely no time at all. He bucks into me softly, a gesture I just don’t want to-can’t ignore. I delve deeper, pushing with my tongue and my hands until I feel what I’m searching for… a little smile crosses my lips and pulls my tongue from the kiss momentarily. I give the now fully erect organ a gentle brush, instantly reveling in the heated mewls that emanate from Kiba’s throat. He bucks his hips toward me again, this time more of a demand than a request.

Wrapping my fingers gently around his length, I start lowering him toward the floor. He’s not fighting at all. Then again… why would he?

I start placing light, lapping kisses under his jaw, very careful not to break the rhythm or alternating pressure of my strokes.

When he reaches out to grab my shoulder I pin his wrist to the floor. “Shika-wait-stop…”

Gah… how troublesome. “Dammit, you used up all your timeouts.”

He chuckles-well, something between a chuckle and a gasp. He still hasn’t quite recovered. “Not here.”

Not here?-oh… right.

Impatiently I grab hold of my companion’s wrist, pulling the both of us to our feet with one quick jerk.

I swear my room couldn’t be further away at this point. But eventually we reach it… dammit… and it’s so hard to goddamn move with a raging hardon…

I slam the door and flip the lock.

Clothes… they gotta go.

I smash my mouth into his, only breaking to pull the tie on his robe and discard it on the floor. My fingers venture across that smooth, perfect chest, tracing lean muscle and devouring every curve. This form is the type women lust after and men envy. This is the kind of body meant to be worshipped…

…and gods help me, that is exactly my intent. Why this man ever wears clothes is quite beyond me.

He tugs hard on my robe, pulling me on top of him in a not so conspicuous way.

“My, aren’t we behaving?”

He smiles, his earlier timid demeanor returning with a hot blush to his cheeks. “I was testing… to see if, well… to see if I could get you to show a little enthusiasm.” He instantly starts scratching his cheek.

“I’m always enthusiastic when sex is involved.” I smirk. The smiling but shy look on his face is replaced with downright innocent shock. Even his finger stopped in mid-scratch, hovering over his tattoo like he forgot what he was doing completely. “Though, I have to say, I’m very surprised you’re taking bottom so easy. I really believed you were going to fight for it.”

He smiles again. “I want to feel everything. I can just go with any girl and be top.”

“You’re right.” I plant a single kiss on the ridge of his collarbone. “But that’s enough foreplay, flip onto your stomach so I can reward you for being such a good doggie.”

o.o.o.o.o.o..o.o.o.o

The very instant I see that beautiful, pert ass I’m suddenly overcome with a strong urge to break into tears in a far too Lee-like manner.
Gods, I have to settle down. I have to work on stretching and lubrication, I can’t let this warm, expanding feeling overwhelm my senses.
But my body wants him so bad, my body doesn’t want to wait…
All I can do is wrap my arms around him and breathe in his scent, a light, almost musky sort of smell that somehow seems to calm me just enough to buff away that potentially dangerous predatory edge. I nuzzle my nose deeply into the back of his neck, an action that seems to loosen Kiba’s tense muscles and regulate his breathing.
He’s scared, this one. I can’t say I blame him.
“Don’t worry Kiba… this is the scariest part. I’ll make sure it’s worth it, I promise.” Dammit. I’m talking too much. What the hell is wrong with me, anyway?
I can’t waste time thinking right now… I unhook one arm from around his stomach to fish the earlier acquired lubricant from my robe pocket-where I stashed it moments after arriving back at the hotel before discarding the robe somewhere off the edge of the bed. I dunno, it's a courtesy thing. I don't like the idea of fucking when one person is still partially clothed. It seems so impersonal to me. And for the world's most personal activity, it kind of seems like a heresy.
Sitting upright, I take but a moment to frown at the smiling cherries on the bottle before emptying a generous amount of the warm liquid onto my fingers and rubbing it back and forth between them, probably out of habit.
Kiba gasps when my index finger touches his opening. I pause there for a brief second, simply teasing the tight ring of muscle before I actually penetrate. He seems to like it. Good. Very good. My finger pushes through easily to the second joint. I was hoping to get this far before he started tensing up… which he does.
“Kiba, relax!”
“I-It’s weird!”
Okay… at least he didn’t say it hurts. “You need to relax your muscles, otherwise I won’t be able to make it feel better! Use some chakra if you have to.”
“Chakra? What? How?”
“Just relax, okay? Don’t let yourself tense up.” After a few feathered kisses and strokes to his outer thigh he does just that.
I push the finger the rest of the way in with one smooth movement and immediately start stroking him from the inside, determined to find that spot that’s going to make this all worthwhile.
There.
Kiba momentarily tenses again, his throat emanating a muffled groan that’s very obviously his attempt at not crying out. But he will cry out eventually. I’ll make sure of that.
I pull my finger out and let the man beneath me breathe for a moment while I prepare a second finger… one that will be even more of an unwelcome guest than the first.
“Gods… that-that…”
“That’s something that’ll be getting quite a bit of attention in a little while. Now, relax again… this will be kinda uncomfortable…”
I cross the tips of my fingers and push in firmly, receiving a slightly more unsettled groan from my friend-now lover than I had expected, especially when I begin to scissor my fingers slowly. I sure hope he’s doing okay-that I’m not taking it too fast.
“Kiba…”
“Doesn’t hurt… weird… but okay… keep going.”
Taking his word for it, I continue stretching until his breathing seems to calm. Pulling both fingers out I sit back on my heels and start to run a hand up Kiba’s ribcage. I like the way my fingers feel against the hills and valleys of his muscles, the way they pull his bronzed skin ever so slightly and the way he always seems to shiver faintly under my touch. My other hand makes quick work of lubricating my shaft. “Ready?”
He nods almost lethargically, his head falling down towards the pillows as if being pulled by gravity. I brace my left hand on his hip, pushing his legs just a little farther apart with my knees.
Finally. It’s been too fucking long.
It’s a good thing I have a lot of self-control. As soon as the head of my cock even touches his entrance I feel like I could just explode. I don’t want that. Not until I make him feel good. Beautiful even, if I’m aloud to be so cliché.
I push forward until the head disappears inside him, and gods… it’s so warm… Kiba’s holding his breath.
“…Kiba? You okay?” I don’t know how I’m managing not to stutter.
“Go!” He spits forcefully, sucking in a breath and once again holding onto it.
I frown. “You need to breathe, Kiba. Just breathe with me.” Dammit… breathe already… it’s starting to hurt… “Please.” I lean in and wrap one arm around him, inadvertently pushing myself in a little further. He’s gasping, but at least he’s breathing. I rest my cheek on his back reassuringly… and push in deeper.
Ah…so warm…fuck…tight… my whole length is scraping against his walls, sending electric shocks throughout my entire body. This is good. I’ve missed this… shit…and…so tight. I can’t help but sheathe myself completely…
He sighs when I land a tender kiss to the crook of his shoulder blade, almost sounding relieved… I’m glad. And I intend to let him stay like this for a little while… until he’s properly adjusted.
“Shika-kun…” He whispers. “You’re wonderful.”
“This is nothing.” I smile and reach forward to kiss the corner of his lips.
He chuckles, or he makes a sound that is audibly similar to a chuckle. “Kurenai-sensei told me this kind of thing hurts really bad the first time…”
"You talked to your Sensei about sex?"
"Who else was I supposed to ask? My mom?"
"Mm." Point taken. “And yet you’re doing it anyway?”
A smile graces Kiba’s face, making him look so absolutely edible. “Yeah… but it doesn’t hurt… not as much as I expected, at least.”
I can’t help but feel a little warm. He seems so sincere, and dammit… I want to worship him even more… “Ah, Kiba… your body is my temple…” no matter how quietly I speak, I know he hears me, he hears everything. After all, this is Kiba we’re talking about. “I’m going to move now.”
Rising up to my knees, I take Kiba’s hips securely between my hands and start with a slow, gentle thrust. Damn… this… I’ve never been good at going slow… I reposition myself a little better, and with my second thrust I score a direct blow to Kiba’s sweet spot.
Kiba moans deeply.
I pick up the pace… I just can’t help it… just can’t, not when he’s making noises like that. With every direct strike Kiba’s moans increase… harder, deeper, until I find myself thrusting as hard as I can, pulling almost all the way out, only to slam back into him with unbridled force. And, gods, his head flailing from side to side, tongue half exposed through parted lips in an expression that would look out of place on anyone else… his shoulders, pushed forward enough to reveal the sleek and masculine muscles of a god, the kind that can only be earned through grueling hours of martial arts and training… gods…perfect. Perfect and wild like a stallion in his prime, his expression fierce and marred only by displaced locks of chocolate brown hair.
No wonder he’s the alpha male of the Inuzuka pack…
“SHIKAAAAA!”
“…ma-ru…R 21; I instruct, teasingly, my breath tickling against his back with every thrust, reaching to take hold of his erection with my right hand.
“Shika-ma-ru…” Too much! Ah, fuck!
With one final thrust we crumple into the sheets below, the only audible sound being the remnants of our staggered breathing. Without a second thought, he rolls atop me and I wrap my arms around him, not even wanting to fathom what could happen should I let go.
o.o.o.o.o.o..o.o.o.o

“Shika?”

“ Hmm?”

“You’ve done all this before, haven’t you?” My eyes shift over to the man laying on his side next to me, my fingers never stalling as they gently rub back and forth across the nape of his neck.

“Sure, but the girl I was sleeping with, her ass wasn’t half as tight as yours.” I chuckle to myself. He hasn’t seemed to mind my inappropriate comments so far.

He sighs. “Not me… I have awful luck with girls. It’s like no matter how hard I try they won’t even look at me. I mean, it doesn’t matter, but it still sucks, ya know?”

“I don’t have luck with girls either, you know.”
Kiba reaches out a hand and starts tracing delicate circles across my skin. “I know it’s weird to bring this up now and all, but it’s just that… being here with you… it makes me think about… I mean, I’m the only one in my family without a mate… even Akamaru has…”

His throat catches. Boy… “By the way, why didn’t Akamaru come with you?”

“Akamaru… and his mate… just had their first litter and… he wanted to stay and watch over them…”

That makes sense. “Sounds like he’ll be a good dad.” He sighs heavily, which for some reason, seems to make my chest feel hollow. “Someday you’ll be a good dad, too. I could just see you… running around the backyard, tumbling around with your dogs and a pair of four-year-olds that just completely adore you. Your wife comes to the doorway when dinner’s ready, a fairly pretty lady with eyes that shine brightly and hair put up, but otherwise very long. She smiles very warmly and loves absolutely everything about you. I can see it plain as day, Kiba. You worry too much.” My eyes focus up at the ceiling.

This ceiling isn’t mine. This is a borrowed ceiling. I lay on a borrowed bed, covered with borrowed sheets. None of this is mine… it bothers me, in some minute way.

What am I doing here?

Kiba releases another sigh. “You make it sound so nice… Shikamaru, do your parents… care that you’ve been single for so long?”

“Yeah, but they pretend they don’t. All they’ve said is that they want me to be dating within the next three years.” My head falls to the side. He’s smiling.
“You’re right. I’ve got time. Even with mom pushing at me because Hana had her first pup at my age, it doesn’t mean I should rush it…”

Borrowed, huh? This isn’t a borrowed place, this is a disposable place. Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s a little of both. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Ne, ne… Shika-kun?”

Damn… my stomach feels tight.
“Shika? Are you okay?”

Kiba… “Fine, I was just thinking.”

A thin smile spreads across his face. “You shouldn’t think so much, it gives you headaches.” He taps his temple with two fingers. “We aren’t here to think, right?”

My eyes drift back to the ceiling. He’s right, I suppose, but something is nagging at me from the back of my mind. Not clear enough to form words, but just enough to make my insides go numb and cold.

…and the tight feeling in my stomach won’t go away.

“Shi-ka-ma-ru-kun!” There’s a playful tone to his voice as he swings a leg over my hips, effectively straddling me. “Cheer up, won’t ya? You’re not supposed to be depressed! What happened to blissful and ecstatic Shikamaru? I liked him better.” Leaning in, his hands using my chest for support, he gently kisses the corner of my mouth.
But I must admit… as disposable as this place is, and as borrowed as each of these precious moments remains… I haven’t been this happy in ages. I slip my hands down his bare back and return his kiss. I don’t want this happiness to go away. Not yet.

Kiba… keep that twisting feeling from coming back… just for a while longer.

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A/N: There you have it. My first ever attempt at writing a lemon… I’m really, really worried about this chapter, so be gentle. I did my best trying to keep the scene from being either too short or too long… oh, and I also apologize for the whole thrift store scene. It was completely uncalled for.

NEXT TIME:

The human body is made up of many tissues. Each tissue has a different purpose, a different structure, and a different degree of fragility. This is fact, little more.

But facts, unlike tissues, are easily misconceived.