Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto etc. etc.

Warnings: YAOI, KibaNaru, AU, Lemon, possibly fluff, I like muffins too.

A/N: First fanfic, so sorry if its a little amateurish :) Critiques are very welcome! In other words critique in your review or I shall USE YOUR SOUL FOR SATANIC PURPOSES (and steal your raspberry cupcakes). *shifty eyes*

Summary: So, it turns out that Kiba, star of the soccer team, coolest guy I know, and my best friend since kindergarten...had drunken sex with me last night and doesn't seem to mind, if that kiss was anything to go by.

Chapter One: Oh. Crap.

I rose from the dark depths of sleep slowly, after a few moments of just laying there, I realised I wasn't in my bed. The sheets were too smooth and the pillow was too hard.

I froze, trying to remember where I was. Fear crept coldly over me, and I realised I wasn't alone, soft legs were wrapped around mine and a someone was pressed up against me from behind.

The only thing between us was a single thin layer of cotton. The boxers that hung loosely around my waste.

After a moment of shock I quickly scrambled away from the unknown person. I jumped off the bed and flipped around to find my best friend fast awakening. Brown hair curled smoothly around his face and dark eyes gazed blearily up at him.

"What's going on?" He asked.

I just shook my head, backing away.

I suddenly felt a slight pain as I took another step backwards. Where it came from froze me in place.

No.

'Naruto? I don't understand, is something wro...' All of a sudden Kiba became aware of his state of undress under the thin silky blanket.

I stared at him silently, wishing it wasn't true, that there was some other reason as to why he was naked and why my butt hurt.

There wasn't, I knew there wasn't.

I fell against the nearest wall and slumped towards the ground. I felt stunned.

Kiba, meanwhile, after sitting frozen in silence for a couple of moments had thrown himself towards the nearest pair of briefs he saw, which happened to be mine, but he didn't notice. After tugging them on hurriedly under the bedcovers he sat there for a second before turning towards me and becoming aware of my paralysed state. I must of looked worse that I thought because his eyes widened when he saw me and he jumped off the bed and hurried to where I crouched. Asking what was wrong, in an oddly worried voice.

I jumped up and backed away, eyes wide. He paused at this, his expression mirroring his hurt.

'Wha-what happened last night?' The worry and confusion in his voice practically yelled at me.

So he didn't remember either. He tried to appraoch again, tentative this time, as if moving to fast would scare me away.

I let him come.

I curled back down, not saying anything as salt water began to stream from my eyes. In the end he fell silent too. His warm arm came up and wrapped around my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me. The worry in his eyes was blatantly obvious, and you could almost see the effort he was making to work out what happened last night.

We sat there in silence for a long time.

Eventually he pulled me up and took me towards the bed. Supporting me until I flopped onto the bedsheets.

He slowly went about getting dressed. First he pulled on a pair of blue jeans, before slowly moving to his cupboard and pulling out a grey-net singlet. It clung to him enlighteningly.

I felt a stab in my heart as I watched him getting dressed before I looked away.

It was a shock to feel it.

I'd first gotten that stab when we were both 11, it was a long time ago. We were sitting next to each other on the bus and for some unknown reason I looked up at him from my book, back resting against the window just as he turned around. Our eyes met and my heart skipped a beat, I quickly looked back down, my face burning. Luckily, he didn't notice because a moment later he was distracted by somebody calling his name. For the next few months I lived in complete confusion. Confused at my feelings and confused at what was happening. I grew really quiet over those few months. So quiet that that Kiba, who saw me the most, started to get really worried. I ran into him one afternoon talking to my mum about it and how he was afraid of me drawing into my self. I decided to try and be normal after that.

I didn't get the hang of pretending everything was ok for quite awhile. But Kiba's grandmother had died around that time and he'd been really close to her. That had distracted him enough not to notice anything. For quite awhile afterwards whenever we were alone Kiba's eyes would occasionally redden. At those times I would sidle up to him and hold his hand like when we were little. He would always smile a bit as thank you when I did.

Soon enough my act that everything was ok started to fool even me. And after that I quickly forgot about ever having the feeling. Until now, that is.

He came and laid down next to me on the bed. Together we laid there, staring at the little glow stars we'd stuck on the ceiling together years ago. Finally I felt my eyes drying up.

Less than a minute later Kiba said something quietly, too quietly for me too hear.

I turned to him, I thought it sounded like 'I'm sorry'.

'Do you remember what happened last night?' he asked.

'I remember you dragging me off to that stupid, fucking party.' I said flatly, I felt a little of my sadness turn into anger.

'Anything after?' He asked.

I said nothing.

'Well?' He pressed.

'No.' I said, in truth I remembered flashes. Kiba had practically forced a bottle of vodka on me, and after that it was either blank or really blurred. I remember vaguely us stumbling drunkenly back to his house, his arm tossed around me and us bumping blindly into trees and cars in the middle of the night. I remembered his his face when we were in his room, his eyes burning with something unfamiliar.

He looked at me like he didn't believe me, but he let it drop.

'Why were you crying?' He asked, worry filtering in.

Silence greeted his question.

'I have to go' I said and moved off the bed to search for my things. Our clothes were strewn randomly across the room.

'What?' he said, 'Naruto what aren't you telling me?'

I found my pair of skinny's and started pulling them on.

'Naruto, you have to tell me whats going on! I wake up stark naked and confused, with you standing over me looking all dazed, then I look away for one moment, and suddenly you're huddled against the wall looking like the world as you know it has just come to an end! You cant just do that and not tell me whats happening, I'm your best friend for crying out loud!'

'Sorry, but I'm going.' I said, pulling on a orange shirt.

'No!' He yelled. Fully dressed now I headed towards the door, feeling numb.

I heard him get up to come after me, but I slammed the door on him and ran down the hall, I felt angry. At him, and at everything. It was a sunday morning and Kiba's mum was out for the weekend, his sister probably staying at a friends.

I was almost at the entrance to his house when he came into the hallway. I had barely reached for the handle when he spun me around and pushed me against the door. He ended up with both of his arms pinning me against the hard wood, not enough to hurt but I definitely wasn't going anywhere.

'Now,' he said, face calm despite my scowl. 'Tell me what's going on with you.'

'No.' I said angrily, averting my gaze from the curious look in his eyes.

'You're not going anywhere until you tell me, you're supposed to be staying over at my house tonight, so no ones going to come looking for you.' My scowl faded when I realised he was right. And I knew he wasn't going to give up, the jerk can be real stubborn sometimes.

'You're better off not knowing.' I said quietly, still not meeting his eyes.

'But I want to know.' He replied, speaking softly.

I didn't say anything for a while but he waited patiently. I felt tears rising up again but fought them down.

'I... I th-think we had s-sex' I whispered, my voice wobbling.

Kiba's eyes widened, and memories slowly filtered through.

My gaze flicked back up to him in confusion when he didn't say anything.

Kiba smiled, showing his canines. And what he did next though didn't just shock me, it went far, far beyond shock. What he did, was something that I wouldn't have expected in a million years.

What he did, was kiss me.

And I kissed him back.

Confident lips pressed against me. Their soft warmth almost hypnotising and instinctually, I opened my mouth, Kiba acted without surprise and something warm brushed past my lips to twirl around my tongue. Lost in the sensation, it was a shock when his lips were suddenly gone. A moment later I found myself with my eyes closed and feeling dazed, I opened them and licked my lips. After a few moments realisation dawned and sparks flew.

'YOU BASTARD!' I yelled, shoving him away. He used the action to neatly take a step back, he was smiling smugly.

'What THE FUCK was that?' Fury coursed through me, though it was mixed strongly with confusion. Me being addled and uncertain, anger easily over-ruled everything else, throwing me into a rage.

'You liked it.' Kiba said calmly, it was a statement. Not a question. And it fuelled my anger even more. I barely restrained myself from leaping at the bigger boy.

Kiba saw this and backed away, not out of fear, but because he wanted to give me some space to calm down. I was pretty angry.

Meanwhile, I was going through some inner turmoil. I had now regained rational thought (somehow) and was processing what had just happened. So, it turns out that Kiba, star of the soccer team, coolest guy I know, and my best friend since kindergarten...had drunken sex with me last night, and doesn't even seem to mind, if that kiss was anything to go by.

'Naruto? Are you all right?' Kiba was now looking at me with part curious and part worried eyes.

'Yeah, I guess' I said, anger dying out.

'Are you alright with this? Kiba spoke gingerly while making a small hand-gesture, only now he seemed to be showing a semi-vulnerable side.

I sighed. 'No, I don't think so'. I need time to think about this, thats what I need, I thought. I mean, as far as I know I'm straight. Right? I did have that crush on Sakura didn't I?

Yes, but did you actually like her in THAT way? The voice came out of nowhere, dark and sinister. It almost made me shiver.

Kiba looked at me and heaved a sigh. 'Well, if you're sure Naruto. But remember i'm not going anywhere. And I'm still your best friend, right?' This, he looked kinda scared at.

It made me smile.

'Yeah,' I replied, 'It doesn't change anything'.

Doesn't it?.

I blinked. No, I thought to myself, it doesn't.

'Good,' Kiba said, then looked at the ground and muttered, 'Because I don't know what my life would be without you.'

My heart missed a beat and I felt an uncanny craving, though I wasn't sure what I was craving for. Maybe I was just hungry.

Kiba looked up and met my eyes and I got another pang of that craving, yeah, it's a hunger alright but it's definitely not for food.

I'm still hungry though.

As if reading my thoughts, Kiba said at that exact moment. 'Lets go get some breakfast, Naruto.'

'Ok,' I answered, feeling odd. 'What's on the menu?'

'Cereal or toast?'

'What type of cereal?'

'Ummmm...coco pops?'

'Coco pops? Really! I love that stuff! But wait, isn't your mum against all the sugary stuff?'

Kiba smiled and shrugged, 'Yeah, but she gave me some money before she left to go shopping, so I got some'.

'Thanks, Kiba! You're the best!'.

Kiba smiled.

And deep down, he knew that Naruto's self-denial about this, and about everything, wasn't going to last.

REVEIW ON THREAT OF YOUR SOUL

P.S. Sorry to the people who reviewed last time but I deleted the chapter and your reviews with it D= I'm SORRY GOMEN, GOMEN, GOMEN, GOMEN!

But an advantage is that I could do a little bit of editing, so it might be a bit better now :)

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