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Blame it on Youth

Chapter 1: Two Fires

"Kiba…oh Kiba…fuuuuucccckkk!"

She screamed uncontrollably. Her loud expression of satisfaction was followed by numerous throaty moans that have escaped her lips as she threw her head back. Writhing wildly on the bed, she clutched the sheets tightly in her hands, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"Mmmmm..." he emitted a low growl.

He was sucking hungrily, like a starved dog. His talented tongue grazing her folds, entering her hot pussy and teasing her pearl. She was losing her sanity, going crazy under him; he had to hold down her hips with his large, callous hands in order to continue his ministrations.

"God, please….fuck!'

His rough hands moved below to her ass and squeezed her firm cheeks playfully, this earned him plentiful heavy moans and breathy sighs from his lover. He then proceeded to lift her bottom into the air, and brought his own body back, settling on his muscular legs. He now had full control over her, and opened his mouth even more, to let his tongue wonder further, lapping furiously at her core.

"Kiba! Pleaseeeeeeee…I can't….mmm!"

She was sobbing from the pure pleasure this amazing man was giving her. His rough hands squeezing her ass, his soft arm hair tickling her sides, his breath audible through her own moans, and of course his amazing tongue that was doing wonders to her. He was completely surrounding her, dominating her, and they both loved it.

"Ohhhhhhh….fuck, oh Kiba!"

The young woman arched her back as a particularly rough tug brought her another step closer to her climax. Her eyes started to water, and her breath hitched as his abnormal canine teeth grazed her pearl. Her hands shot to his biceps, her eyes shut and her world exploded.

Sakura bolted up from her bed, the thunder scarring the living crap out of her. The startled woman sat awkwardly on her bed, now wide-awake. The storm outside seemed to have started to wind down, but the rain kept falling and the dark sky did not budge.

'Great, the fucking thunder woke me up before the best part!' she thought angrily.

The young woman, now covered in sweat, tried to catch her breath. It was so vivid again, so real and so amazing. She brought her hand to her head and tried to think straight, but all she could think about was the man in her dreams, his hands, his tongue and well to put it frankly the uncomfortable heat that has formed between her legs from the naughty dream.

'Yet again.'

She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Her sexual frustrations getting the best of her, it wasn't possible for her to keep going this way. This was the third night this week alone that she had this kind of a dream, and this kind of a reaction to it. It was Thursday, goddamn it.

She ran her hand through her pink locks. The thing was, these dreams were so real and vivid, because they weren't just dreams, they were memories. Memories from when she really had screamed Kiba's name as he brought her to many mind-blowing orgasms. He was a fantastic lover. By far the most dedicated, detailed and diligent, but what has made him stand out the most among the rest, was his animalistic nature. He had this raw, fervent instinct that always made her toes curl.

The dilemma that Sakura was facing, beside her uncontrollable arousal, was that Kiba was no longer hers. They had broken up about three months ago, three excruciating months ago, during which she went to bed with a number of fine bachelors from the village, trying to find satisfaction but to her dismay she always came out with none. She even tried picturing his rugged smile, and red birthmarks while in such acts, but it was never enough.

She had been pent-up like this for the entire three months. Tense, irritated and even more aggressive than usual. Everyone has noticed, but no one really knew why she was like this. Who could have guessed that she missed sex with the Inuzuka? Many assumed she was just heartbroken and upset from their split, and mind you she was, they did date for almost half a year, and they were friends prior to that, so their relationship was an important one, but it was not the reason she was this stressed.

Naruto had actually confronted her first, telling her she could talk to him about anything, that he was there for her. She almost jumped his bones but then pulled herself together. What was she supposed to tell him? "Oh I just really miss Kiba's dick, so would you mind lending me yours?" No. Even in this state, she had boundaries. Naruto was her best friend; she was not going down that road with him.

The kunoichi looked out the window, still dark and gloomy. Glancing at her clock, she grunted at the 5:47 flashing brightly, almost mockingly at her.

She might as well get ready for her shift at the hospital. Well 'shift' she thought with a sour smile. Now that she was running the place, it wasn't really called a 'shift' was it? Sakura was promoted to the Chief Medical Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village, three months ago, and had worked 14 hours a day, for three months straight. She was tired, frustrated and angry: angry about her life, and her decisions.

Becoming the Chief Medical Shinobi, at exactly the same time that she had broken up with Kiba Inuzuka was no coincidence. The fact was Tsuande had mentioned possibility of the position being given to her about 5 months ago, when she was still heavily involved with Kiba.

The Hokage had explained that she would be monitored for the following few weeks, in order for her superiors to asses her skills and capabilities for such a responsibility and title. Tsunade displayed her confidence in Sakura. That was until the said Inuzuka came into picture.

There was a number of…accidents if you will, where the dog nin had caused Sakura trouble in the hospital, and in the eyes of the council. These included him barging into operation rooms, while she was operating, kidnapping her during her shifts and bringing pack of dogs to the hospital and demanding the receptionist to allow 'Dr. Haruno' to treat them. One of the most embarrassing moments of her life was when a group of poison specialists had burst into her office, needing her help, only to find her bend over a desk, with the dog nin behind her.

All these events have spiraled into a big mess, where Tsunade was forced to give Sakura an ultimatum. Either she would end things with the Inuzuka and get her act together, or she could kiss that title goodbye, forever.

Sakura still remembered their fight, when she told him things were over.

"Don't be stupid Sakura, don't kill our relationship for a stupid promotion!" The tanned man shouted, he grinded his teeth together in anger.

"This isn't a stupid promotion! This is my career! Do you know what an important step this is in my life? You don't get a higher status in this field than this!" the pink haired woman shouted back, equally irritated. She was upset at first, she didn't want to let Kiba go, but after many nights of thinking she decided, that logically, this was the wiser choice.

His big brown eyes softened, running a hand through his unruly brown hair, he sighed.

"Sakura, listen to me." He started gently, "Don't you see that this is the first step you are allowing them to take in order to control you? This isn't about you for them, this is about finding someone who will obey them."

She looked down. He didn't understand, just like she expected. "Kiba, please, you don't know the council like I do-"

"I don't know the council? Sakura wake up! Open those pretty eyes of yours! I'm part of one of the biggest most powerful clans in the village; I know what the fuck is going on here! I know what kind of fucked up shit goes down in that majestic council of theirs!"

"But this is different," Sakura retaliated, "I'm not part of their military component, to them I'm a medic, I help people and that's all I want to do. That's all that matters, and with this position, I can truly do so. Please Kiba…" Her emerald eyes watering, she wanted to stay strong, she wanted him to hate her, to walk away immediately just to make this easy, but he was persistent.

"Sakura…" he moved closer. She felt his hand on her shoulder, and then his fingers were suddenly grasping her chin, making her look up at him. Their eyes met, and she suddenly felt very small.

"I can't let you go…I don't know what it is." He stared at her, his eyes following every twitch of every muscle on her face. "I love you." He said slowly, she stiffened. They had not said that to each other yet. Their relationship has been more wild, more crazy and free rather than serious. Sakura knew she had feelings for him, real feelings, she just wasn't sure if he returned them and she did not want to spoil anything.

'How fucking ironic….'

"Does that mean nothing to you?" Kiba continued carefully, studying her face. His tone genuinely fascinated. "Am I not enough for you?"

There was a pregnant silence. This was it, this moment decided everything, and she knew him well enough to know that when he resorted to emotional, soft approach he was on the edge of walking away. She had to end this now; or she would never be able to.

Sakura pushed his hand away, and stepped back.

"I'm sorry Kiba. I have made up my mind. We're done." She put on a brave face. Stood strong and confident, but inside her heart was breaking. She was a shinobi, and even thought she had been very emotionally driven in the past, over the years she had learnt to put her duty above anything.

The dog nin stared back. His face suddenly dead, lacking any sort of warmth that would reflect his previous words.

"You know what? Fuck this shit. I thought by telling you I loved you you'd be all happy, on your knees sucking my dick, but it looks like shit like that doesn't work any more does it?" he said bluntly.

Sakura exploded. She tightened her fist and dashed forward, aiming to kill.

"Fuck you Inuzuka! You can go to hell"!

He dodged just in time as she hit the wall, making the helpless cement crumble to the ground.

"Have a great life, princess," he uttered quickly as he made a fast escape through the opening his ex-girlfriend just formed in the building.

Emerald eyes followed the man as he disappeared out of her sight.

Soon everything went quiet, and the next thing to crumble to the ground was Sakura. She fell to the floor and cried: alone, broken and sad, just as she would find herself, three months later.

Sakura shook off the uncomfortable feelings she got every time she thought about that night. She never quite figured out whether her choice was the right one, but now it was too late. Honestly she was satisfied with her place and importance in the village. So what if she ruined one of the best things that ever happened to her? She was convinced there were dozens of Kiba Inuzukas coming her way in the future.

The only problem she was having at the moment was her disobedient libido. Before, she honestly didn't believe that people could get addicted to sex, but by the looks of it, she certainly has. Only to make matters worse, she had seemed to get addicted to sex with the one person that was evidently avoiding her, and most likely despising her too.

Sakura let out a little laugh. Wait a minute; he has never honestly cared has he? He did imply that he has never loved her, only fucked her.

'Oh, when he fucked me…mmmmm' Sakura closed her eyes, and an image of his hot, naked, glistening body suddenly appeared in her mind. He was so damn sexy, always so confident and dominant and rough. She laid back; she was too horny to get up anyway. She would give this a try. Again.

Sakura moved one of her hands down her neck, gently touching her soft skin, imagining it was his lips traveling down her nape. Remembering how he would let his teeth tease her skin just ever so lightly, before he would bite down hard, marking her in a dominant manner.

Her second hand travelled down to her right breast, she slowly caressed the underside of her breast through her thin cotton tank, just like he would do at the beginning, always simply, slowly teasing her, until she was meowing for him to continue. She let her other hand join her and this time she grabbed her left breast and squeezed it hard, while the other hand started pinching her nipple.

Sakura's nose wrinkled in concentration, as she tried to picture Kiba in the place of her hands, but the image was blurry, and misshapen. With her entire mind focused on the idea of the dog nin, she lost the feeling of her body, and just let her hands go limp.

'Damn it!' she thought, 'Not again.'

This would happen every time she tried to satisfy herself. Her mind was too fuzzy, too unfocused, and she realized that her body was not as coordinated as she thought it was. Surely, as a shinobi, she could fabricate an earthquake with just one hit to the ground, yet she could not allow herself to experience such earthquakes within herself. She realized this, after about two weeks of being Kiba-less, that she has become so infatuated with him, she allowed him to take a complete ownership of her body, while she has somehow lost it.

To top things of, over the months, rumors have started to spread across the village that Kiba was having mighty fine time with the ladies. In fact, apparently he has become a playboy. She heard Naruto talk to Shino about this, when they were in hot springs once during a mission. Shino swore that Kiba was not becoming a womanizer, not on purpose at least, apparently he simply really liked sex, to the point where Shino said that he might be addicted. Then they threw in some jokes about STDs, but all Sakura could imagine was Kiba happily humping every girl he sets his eyes on, getting his fill, and then seeing herself and hating how hollow and passionless she has become.

Giving up, the kunoichi threw off her tank and shorts, and headed for the shower, a cold one. This was going to be another great day at the hospital.

The rain gently pattered on the window glass, and Kiba lazily followed each droplet as they slid down the glass pane. He was laying on the side of his bed, in all his glory, one hand behind his head, while the other was stroking Akamaru, who was hiding underneath the bed, shivering, still shaken from the thunder.

"It's alright, boy. It's over." Kiba said quietly.

Getting bored, his gaze shifted, to look at the sleeping form next to him. Misaki. No, Mitori, no, that's not it. He frowned.

Satori.

He moved his hand to her face, placing a strand of her dark red hair behind her ear. She was pretty, this one. Green eyes, small nose, full lips. Her skin was flawless, smooth, ivory, and her body, was, well great, womanly, beautiful.

He looked down.

"So why the fuck won't you be happy." He mumbled to his penis.

Kiba always imagined reaching the 40-year mark, and entering mid-life crisis. However, it truly happened about two months back, when he was jerking off and found himself more irritated after he had finished, than when he had begun.

His dick has given up on him, not literally of course, that little bitch became a nuisance in the past couple of months, but that never bothered Kiba before, because he would just visit his girlfriend and the day would suddenly turn very, very sunny.

But then, that bitch dumped him. Him. Kiba Inuzuka. As he recalled, she had said it herself, her 'best sex ever'. Where has that gotten him? Constantly hunting down each eligible woman in the village and banging her till the sunrise, only to finish with a giant boner, unsatisfied libido, and pent-up energy.

At first, he thought the reason that he was unhappy with sex lately was because maybe he just became too good at it. He has reached his peak, and from there it was simply never better, and so automatically just worse. That would make sense. Right?

Then, about 9 weeks ago,(he kept count, yes) he found a ruler underneath his bed while looking for his forehead protector that he had misplaced. Curious about why he had a ruler underneath his bed, he reached for it and took it out to the light for him to see. He almost fell face first to the ground when his sensitive noise caught a faint scent of the one and only Sakura.

Just having her scent enter his system, made him shudder, made his limbs go weak, and started a fire in his belly. The dog nin had a sudden urge to run and find this woman, bend her over the nearest object and have his way with her, whether she wanted to or not.

After he composed himself, he smirked at the ruler. Oh yes, that was the day when Sakura asked how big he was, he told her and because she would not believe his ridiculous number, he took out a ruler to prove it. She grabbed it and threw it away, before she evilly made her own way down to his groin. What a little minx.

That was when he realized that the problem did not lie within him but within Sakura. His body craved for her. His mind completely obsessed with her. He needed her, demanded her, yearned for her, but because she refused him, and because his ego was too damn big, he ignored it, and furthermore ignored her. He eliminated any contact with her, avoided the places she often visited; and he tried to stay away from the people who were especially close to her, that heavily included Naruto and Ino; two people Kiba could honestly live without.

Naruto was, however, tricky; he always wanted to play with Akamaru, and that meant Akamaru picking up Sakura's scent and carrying it all the way home. However, the biggest difficulty was the Hokage. She was Sakura's master after, and he had no choice but to come and see Lady Tsunade when she demanded. He literally held his breath when he was in her office, and made sure to wear loose pants.

Kiba got off the bed, and walked to the window. Pressing his burning hand on the cool surface of the glass. At least some relieve. Honestly, he was angry. This woman had reduced him into some little horny boy who couldn't help himself. She had caused him to also gain quite a reputation. So he slept around a lot, so what? It wasn't his fault, that no one was good enough. No one is fucking good enough.

'No one is Sakura.'

His nose flared, and his canines came out, burning. His fists clenched, and before he knew it he had smashed the window. He watched the glass shimmer down like the rain, landing on the floor, creating a mess.

There was a small silence, before a barely audible 'Kiba?' made its way over from the bed. He looked behind to see Mitori- eh, I mean Satori on the bed, looking confused and scared.

Kiba's face fell flat. "Sorry," he stood quietly, before moving to a chair next to the bed, grabbing his pants, and with one swift movement putting them on.

"I gotta go." He said bluntly, and walked out. She had better be gone when he gets back. He reached his door and realized that it was probably a bit chilly out, so he took a jacket from the hanger by the door and left. There was another way to get rid off some of this extra energy.

Kiba entered the training grounds and immediately picked up three-chakra signatures. He raised his head, allowing his nose to scan, and fortunately enough not pick up any of that forebode Haruno scent.

'Thank god.' He thought as he hurried across the field to the three figures by the forest.

"Look who's here!" Chouji exclaimed, "Haven't seen you in a while, Kiba."

"Uh…Yeah, I have been busy."

"We know, hell the entire village knows about what you have been up to lately." Shikamaru smirked, never taking his eyes of the scroll he had been studying before Kiba arrived.

"Please tell me, you at least use protection Kiba, I mean seriously, you probably carry every STD there is by now." Shino added, his tone more serious than the other two.

"Calm down, I'm not an idiot." Kiba mumbled, "So what are you guys doing? Sparring?" he continued, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, obviously," Shikamaru finally took his eyes from the scroll to meet Kiba's, "Care to join?"

Kiba nodded rapidly. Suddenly the four men all jumped back in unison, getting into their fighting stances and growing alert of their new opponents.

Shikamaru blinked, and once his chocolate eyes opened again the field was empty. He stood visibly alone, but painfully aware of the clear chakra signature coming at him from behind.

'Troublesome.'

"Oh shit! Guys I'm so fucking sorry!" Chouji screamed as he ran to his two comrades who were lying on the floor, grunting in pain.

Shino emerged from his hiding place behind the strategically placed bushes, and scratching his head he asked: "What the fuck happened?"

Kiba and Shikamaru were both pitifully sprawled on the floor. Shikamaru was grasping his leg and mumbling how troublesome Chouji is, while Kiba was holding his arm and cursing at his own incapability.

Chouji turned bright red,: "I forgot that we are not to use chakra, I'm sorry! I panicked! You both came at me at the same time! I'm so sorry!"

That was true. Somehow both the genius and the dog nin decided to attack Chouji at the same time, both jumping at the poor boy out of nowhere, unpleasantly cornering him. Chouji feeling trapped and pressured, used Super Expansion Jutsu in defense. He smashed them both to the ground with two giants hands. Causing both of his comrades to fall on a different limbs.

"Well shit guys, we should probably end this training, and just head to the hospital." Shino said as he helped Shikamaru up, diligently supporting him.

Kiba stood up as fast as lighting, his face pale. "The hospital?" he whispered, his insides burning.

"Yes…your hand is probably broken, you have to go get it checked, or otherwise you maybe illegible for the next mission." Shikamaru murmured. "Come on, it's starting to rain again."

Kiba stood frozen.

He couldn't. He wouldn't.

Chouji, seeing his comrade stiffening, assumed the dog nin was too weak to run, so without a word he threw Kiba over his shoulder and the group set out.

"Chouji!" Kiba yelled angrily, slightly embarrassed by the emasculating position he got himself into.

"It's my fault, let me fix it. "

Kiba let his face fall.

'I just hope the goddamn lighting has struck Sakura during the night.'