Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ice Picks and Hand Grenades ❯ It's About Time... ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

A/N: Don't hurt me now, but I'm gonna try something new with this chapter. I haven't written many fanfictions, and so far I've always just brushed over the good parts, but seeing as this one is in first person... this ought to be interesting, ne?

CHAPTER FOUR: It’s About Time…

Aren’t the simple things in life always so much more enjoyable? Watching the world go by, I’ve come to realize-nothing much happens because of me. If I stood still for an eternity, the world would move on in much the same way it always has. To me, that is everything. I know that I have no real significance in the life of the planet. It doesn’t make me feel small. Really, I just feel grateful that I was aloud to come along for the ride. I don’t need proof of existence or a reason to live. I feel happy just to be.

And as I feel Kiba’s lips come in contact with mine willingly, it all falls into place. This is something I can have, just for me. I don’t need a reason to want it. I don’t need to dream up imaginary excuses we call consequences. No. This is significant only because we are here, and even though it changes nothing in the scheme of the world, it doesn’t matter.

Keh. At times like this, I worry that I’m starting to sound like Lee.

Kiba’s tongue brushes nervously against my lips, tracing them gently as if creating a map. I close my eyes and open my lips as an invitation. His hand on my shoulder tightens and a hesitant tongue pushes through, forcing my mouth wider in the process. His tongue fumbles awkwardly for a moment, obviously not sure how to lead the kiss. I place my hand on the back of his head and take a handful of hair.

He gasps. I figured as much.

Tightening my grip on his hair, I thrust my tongue forward, pushing him up against the wall. “Itai!” oops…too hard? “Shika, my legs!” I grimace and pull back, letting him shift into a more comfortable position. He uncrosses his legs and stretches them out to either side of my knees. “Sorry, this bed is too squishy.”

I hesitantly smirk at him. “Maybe a little.”One hand braces the wall as I pin Kiba with an aggressive kiss before once again being pushed away. “Wait!” I can feel my face twisting irritably. Kiba’s not stupid, I know he’s aware of my predicament. “This is the last time, I swear!” The brunet crawls around me, thudding off the bed and hurriedly scampering toward the door. I hear a clank from Kiba’s direction, something vaguely like metal hitting metal. I turn curiously. The lock. He’s locking the door. That little devil. He’s just begging for it. “There. We don’t want to get caught, do we?”

I smile wickedly toward my companion. “Nor do we want you escaping, hmm?” That comment makes him blush. I think I like seeing him blush. It’s very out of character, and I suppose it also gives me the feeling I have the edge on him. I like to see this proud and aggressive boy submit… I don’t mean that in a sick way… but I mean it nonetheless. I want him to wrap his legs around me and moan in pleasure while begging for more. That’s what I mean.

That’s right. For the next hour or so… he’s mine. I reach out and curl my hand around his hip, pulling him back toward the bed. Lifting up his shirt, I attack the soft skin of his navel, dipping my tongue inside before working my way up those beautiful stomach muscles, paying homage to each and every chiseled curve. God, his stomach is delicious. I could spend all night on this one spot…

…but the rest of him demands attention as well.

Letting his shirt fall back into place, I rise to my knees, very pleased when I hear the object of my desire’s whimpered protest. But I do not like to waste time teasing. I immediately latch on to Kiba’s exposed throat, licking and nibbling the sensitive places right above his shoulder and at the small hollow between his ear and his jaw. I can feel him purring…actually purring beneath my touch. My hands wander down towards his chest, and for a moment I feel him stiffen. Trailing my tongue across his jawline I take a moment to pull away, nuzzling my nose under his chin reassuringly. “Is this too much?”

He breathes heavily and I feel his grip on my shirt tightening. “N-no…good. Feels good.”

I smile against the crook of his neck, before returning to my task of devouring this delectable man whole. Kissing my way back up his throat, I capture his lip in my mouth, sucking gently, all the while tactfully removing his black coat. He accepts readily, parting his lips wide for the kiss. His kisses are inexperienced, but lack nothing in passion. With a little practice, he could really put that passion to good use.

No. Bad Shikamaru. Keep your thoughts PG-13.

At least… for now.

Kiba’s fingers are immeasurably warm as he places his hands on my neck, gently thumbing my jaw with a touch so soft it almost makes my skin crawl.

And here I thought Kiba would like it rough… shows how well I know people. Though, it’s obvious by his touches that he thinks he’s supposed to be the one in control. We’ll see about that. He has to see how it’s done before I’ll willingly roll over for him. But for now, as his hands start to venture down my sides and he pushes me up against the wall… I’ll let it slide. Those strong hands of his feel so good caressing my skin, so warm and assured, his thumbs leading the way down firmly, though his touches remain considerably gentle. Hn… those thumbs of his are so skilled, so much more forceful and agile than those of a woman…

…Good gods, what have I been missing?

“Shikamaru?”

“Hmm?”

“Is it okay if I…can I…?” I feel his fingers curling around my collar, and now that I look at him, I find him staring intently at me, waiting for an answer as if his life depended on it.

How troublesome. “Anything.”

He blushes faintly as he pulls my shirt down off my shoulders. “A-anything?”“That’s what I said. Men aren’t like women, the less you hold back the better, you know?” I assume that blush means ‘I had no idea.’ “So don’t treat me like a woman.” I lean in to nip at his earlobe, “Got it?”

Hesitantly, Kiba settles one hand under my armpit, his head carefully lowering to trace designs on my chest with his tongue. I lean back, supporting my upper body weight on my elbows. I should have figured he’d be good with his tongue…

Stop it. Think unsexy thoughts… I can’t jump him… not yet…

“Hmmm….” A shock erupts through my body with that little hum, which he plants right into my navel. “You taste good… almost sweet.” His thumb is still swirling against my side. I just might have to show those hands of his my appreciation.

Taking two fistfuls of chocolate colored hair, I pull the Inuzuka up, capturing him in a kiss far more aggressive than the others.

He bites my lip, gazing up at me with half-lidded eyes. Even better than that look, that sexy, needy look… are the hands resting firmly on my hips, the thumbs dipping dangerously into the creases of my thighs. He nips at my collarbone, his mouth smiling against my skin. I feel a soft stroke down below… and his thumbs… back and forth against my clothed thighs…

“Kiba… hnnn… you’re… getting more confidence…”

Kiba pulls back, suddenly, taking a moment to look me straight in the eyes. “Shika…” He looks like he was ready to say more, but the words choked off in his throat. “…pretty.” I bare my neck as he starts kissing my jawline, fluttering kisses from my ear to the tip of my chin before biting down softly on the side of my neck. In response, I let my hands slide down his firm back, slipping the tips of my fingers right below the hem of his pants. Even though I can feel him tense, he doesn’t break his kisses.

My fingers are just aching to reach down and get a nice handful of flesh. But he’s trying to beat me to it. His fingers fumble with my hitai-ate… and I’m amazed. As badly as he’s failing, he’s still managed to kiss me without tensing his lips. Good boy. Slipping my fingers over his, I carefully instruct him, and the hitai-ate quickly drops down to the sheets between my legs, my hips subconsciously thrusting toward Kiba’s still leaning body. His hands make their way inside, brushing against skin far too sensitive for it’s own good. God, I don’t know how much of this teasing I’m going to be able to take…

“Good boy…”

Kiba smirks up at me, looking so dangerously sexy from below a lowered brow. Dammit I want to fuck him… and the thought just makes my erection throb harder, just when I thought it couldn’t hurt any worse.

Pushing the man away, I sit up rigidly, forcing my way off the bed. “Kiba… I need to go to the bathroom, just for a minute…”

“Wh-what? Shika…”

“You’re too damn hot, okay? If I don’t get rid of some of this tension I’m going to burst something.” I rake a hand through his brown locks, reassuringly, my hand tracing down to thumb one of the red tattoos on his cheek.

“Wait!” I gaze back down at the sitting figure, watching curious eyes dart wildly, almost nervously. “Let-let me try.”

Before I can respond, Kiba pulls on the waistband of my pants until I’m kneeling on the bed again, his face looking quite determined, despite the shaking of his hands. His eyes narrow as he starts peeling down the fabric of my boxers, almost as if he doesn’t know what to expect. Experienced or not, I’m not complaining.

“Don’t worry, it’s no different than yours. Just do what you do to yourself…” I place a soft kiss on his forehead. Kiba nods, finally releasing me from the confines of my underwear. Mmm… the cold air feels kinda good…

“It’s not the same…” I stare down at Kiba. What? “Y-yours is a… bigger.”

“Oh, such a minor detail…” Nonchalantly I brush the tips of my fingers over the bulge still hiding under his pants. “I’m sure it’s perfect, then. I’ve always thought mine was a bit excessive.”

“I’m not afraid or anything…” The blushing man inhales deeply as his long callused fingers wrap firmly around my shaft. “Okay-so maybe I’m a little nervous, give me a break.”

I simply smirk in reply. He’s so refreshingly honest, and as skittish as he seems to think he is, he’s really quite brave to be taking all of this in at once.

He moves, slowly, watching the skin under his fingers pull with his motion, eyes narrowed in concentration as if he is analyzing the act. But as silly as he looks, it feels good… achingly slow… but good. “Shika?”

“Mm?”

“Do you have any lotion or anything?” Damn. Good point. I’m not going to have him spit on his hand… not that I’ve ever had to do that…

…it works, okay?

“Shit. No. There might be some in the bathroom, I dunno. I don’t really stay in hotels often.”

He stops, his eyes absently grazing the sheets swirling around his knees. “Well…” You can practically hear the gears cranking. I can tell something clicks when his eyes stop wandering and suddenly lock on one random spot on the sheets. “Please don’t punch me…”

Please don’t what??? I look down at him quizzically, but I don’t meet his eyes when I do. Instead I come face to face with a mass of dishelved brown hair… and… oh…

Kiba’s tongue meets the base of my shaft without hesitation, tracing a painfully slow path up the underside. When he reaches the tip, Kiba wastes no time and… ah… wraps his lips tightly around and… pushes down as far as he can. He chokes for a second before pulling back a little… only to push down again, this time… he doesn’t choke…

I instinctively reach out my hands and push my fingers through his hair, my palms swirling in almost a massaging sort of way. I can’t pull… don’t want to pull his hair… don’t want him to stop…

…I feel him purr around me… and oh gods the vibrations… I push my hips forward and bite my lip to suppress a moan. God… the urge to just fuck his mouth… hot… wet… oh damn, I feel like I’m ready to blow… he pulls back all the way, one sharp canine scraping gently against my cock as he withdraws. I catch myself biting my knuckle.

No… don’t do that to me… dammit… Kiba you fucking tease… “Shika… you’re shivering…” He’s smiling. The bastard. Suddenly his eyes drop from me and I feel… a kiss to the head of my cock… the flick of his tongue teasing the slit. I find myself thrusting toward him again… dammit I don’t care if I’m being impatient… and he’s sucking, as if he’s actually milking me with his tongue… god I love that tongue…

…He obliges, coming down on me hard, his head starting to move in a steady, considerate rhythm… I can barely see… I feel my body fall back against the bed, my legs wrapping securely around his shoulders…

God…never enough. Never fucking enough…

“Kibahhh… coming!” I can’t believe I managed those two words…

Kiba’s lips surprisingly tighten at my words. I can’t… can’t not anymore…

He’s coughing. Flicking my eyes down toward Kiba, I smile, ever so faintly. He’s a downright mess. “You should have listened to me…”
One final cough. “Yeah, well, experimenting, right? Swallowing is harder than I thought…” He smiles, looking rather awkward while trying to wipe my seed from his chin. “Deepthroating… surprisingly easier.”

I laugh. “You probably just don’t chew your food.”

“Hey, you jerk!” He grins from under very soft looking brown locks of hair, giving me a punch in the shoulder that’s maybe a little harder than he intended. I smile back, pulling a pillow under my head and folding one arm beneath it. Kiba is definitely a handsome guy. If Sasuke weren’t around, I doubt Kiba would be overlooked as often as he is. I reach out a hand and start to roll a lock of his hair. Not as soft as I was hoping, but not bad.

“Kiba?” He crosses his hands on my stomach to rest his chin, just looking at me instead of replying. “Your turn?”

He hesitates. “Hmm… naw.”

“Too far?”

An almost sheepish smile creases his face. “No, you dork. Stop saying that!”

I frown. “Okay then. What do you want to do now?”

He’s making it hard to ignore his increased heart rate. He raises himself with his hands, my skin still barely brushing the fabric of his shirt… and he crawls his way up, momentarily assaulting the muscles in my neck… nipping his way up to my lips. He grabs hold of my lower lip with his teeth before planting a feather light kiss on that very same spot. “I wanna… how do I put this? I wanna…”

I’m already half aroused and have plenty of pent up energy to spend. I know what I wanna do. “Fuck?”
“Yeah, that.”

Holy motherfucking shit. The gods must really be in my favor tonight.

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A/N: Jaw drops. I can’t BELIEVE I just wrote that… This chapter was supposed to have a lemon in it, but it was going to be massively long if it did. That’s okay. The lemon will just have to wait until chapter 5.

NEXT TIME:

There is a word. Everyone who knows this word smiles when they hear it. this word is not love. No, it is simpler than that… and much easier to say. This word never breaks hearts. This word never speaks tomes.

However, there’s no guarantee that, below the surface, this word will still mean the same thing once it’s said and done.