Ninja Wives

By: Art Aficianado

Summary:Everyone knows what the life of an ANBU consists of and their many trials and tribulations. How they live, how they keep sane. But what about the men and women that are awaiting them in Konoha? Because, believe it or not, the sex, scandals, adultery and down right dirty deeds that the ANBU commit also happen at home.KibaHina. KakaIru. (More pairings TBD).

Disclaimer: I do not own a lick of Naruto. The characters all belong to their rightful and ingenious owner whom I praise, Masashi Kishimoto.

Lies Behind the Truth

If one took the time to survey and perform a statistical analysis on the population of Konoha, they would most likely come to find that one in every five men of the villiage was a ninja. Be it that they were training to be one, already one or currently under some special form of mentorship, nevertheless they were still ninjas. They fought in battles, they taught at the academy, trained all hours of the day... and as expected in their line of work, they were frequently sent off on missions.

Too frequently.

No one truly approved of their sporadic missions. If you don't believe me, go ahead, ask anyone. Or- wait I should rephrase that. What I really meant was that you could go ahead and ask anyone except a ninja's spouse. Eh... don't get me wrong. It's not because of their tendency to blow their tops off or go running through the market screaming blasphemies about the Hokage, on the contrary, it was more so their lack of such a reaction that causes concern.

Because believe it or not, the wives and husbands of these ninja are skillful themselves...just not in the way that you would think.

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Kiba trudged back into the, unfortunately, now familiar office; the dauntingly large cherry doors shutting close behind him.

Less than an hour ago he returned from a 2 week long mission and was immediately sent off to the Hokage Tower to report in. But it was needless to say that at this point he was spent. His legs felt like they were chained to water towers, his arms felt like concrete blocks and his head felt like a large helium balloon; and combining those three very different elements sure as hell didn't create anything remotely functional. He was a mess and he knew it. All he wanted to do was just go home and rest.

He watched through weary eyes as Tsunade pointed to a half empty bin on her desk, "Report Kiba." She demanded. He nodded and took used up black pen from his back pocket, and grabbed that familiar sheet of paper, perfunctorily filling in the blanks.

Name:Inuzuka Kiba

Rank:Jounin

Misson #: 3DRLHU980

Team Members (include name & rank): Neji Hyuuga (Jounin); Genma Shiranui(Jounin); Kotetsu Hagane (Chunin)

He was also required to jot down a brief (two sentences by his standards) description of the mission and then promptly turned it in.

Honestly, he didn't even know what he was doing; he couldn't even remember a smidge of what he'd written down. In actuality, it was merely just an act of putting a few scribble lines on paper that could pass the Hokage's standards, because all that he comprehend was that he wanted to be at home and in bed.

Heaven, he thought to himself.

In fact, he's not even exaggerating when he says that he barely made it home. Frankly... he never did make it home. He had only dragged himself so far as to reach his front porch before his eyes suddenly rolled back into his head and he collapsed from exhaustion. Lucky for him, his wife was there to catch him from falling.

"Hinata?" he incoherently mumbled watching her through weary eyes. "Hinata, I'm starving."

"I know Kiba," she said throwing his arm over her shoulder. "I know," she said sparing him a quick once over, although without the slightest hint of lust. Her only purpose was to gauge how long Kiba would need to heal this time around; and judging from the number of newly acquired cuts and bruises it would definitely be more than 2 weeks. Since he had never let the previous batch of injuries fully heal they made the recovery process for the next all that much harder. The problem was, they were hardly given more than week to recover.

Sighing she shook her head, "Let's get you to the table for dinner first." She tried hiding the grief in her voice. "Then, you can go to bed. How's that sound?" She hiked his body higher against her shoulder.

"It sounds great babe."

Yet as soon as she stepped them over the threshold she knew they'd never make it there. The moment that he got a view of the couch he had bolted for the cushions and in flopped down. The Inuzuka knocked out.

His girlfriend was left leaning against the wall, crossing her arms and lightly shaking her head with a sigh. She was sleeping alone again, for the 15th night in a row. Although she'd hate to admit it to him she really wished that he would get a different job. She didn't knowho much more she could take. I mean, he could still be in the ninja field; that much she didn't mind. Ever since they were kids she'd known that he loved his work so she could never even dream about asking him to quit. It was just the matter of finding a different career in that field that she had second thoughts about. Maybe if she talked to him he'd agree to do as Shikamaru did... working at the Academy instead of going on missions. Because honestly, she didn't know how much more she could take, she ran a hand down her face. When she first quit the field it was because of her families wishes, but now it was because of this, she thought looking around the home her uncle leased to them. This routine of going on a mission and coming home to sleep and waking up only to do it again was... well... becoming exactly that; routine.

She felt like she hardly saw him anymore and that they never even got to eat a single meal together. Besides... he needs to make more time she thought as her hand reached and rubbed her belly.

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Genma leaned his forearms on the bar counter, his eyes following what had now become an attractive bartender. He was fairly sure that the "now attractive" part was due to the eight shots of vodka he'd just downed, but really, who was counting? He lit up a cigarette between his lips while Kakashi, sitting on a stool beside him, stuck to plain ole getting drunk.

Any ninja knew that foreign escort missions translated into vacation. First of all, the only job they had was to escort some "celebrity" around for less than 3 days; second, they had an entire week to stay there; and three, there were always some perks to hanging out with the popular crowd. However, to their dismay, universal rules such as those don't exactly apply in the Land of Water. Well... not even the laws of nature apply here for crying out loud! I mean, where in the world does it rain 24/7?!

Kakashi rubbed his temples in frustration and habit. They had completed their mission the other day and had an entire week to kill before they were expected to head back. But due to the crappy weather here, they had nothing much else to do other than drink, drink, drink... and well... drink.

The copy-nin threw back another shot of Jack Daniels, this time relishing in the burn it left in his throat. He gave a satisfied sigh.

"Hatake," he glanced at Genma beside him. "That shick over theeerre has been staring at yooooouu for hours now," he pointed out with a shaky finger. "I say that yoooouu hit that tonight."

Yet, even the proclaimed pervert was taken aback. "Her?" he reiterated as if he hadn't heard right. "I don't know Genma."

But the other brushed off his conscious, considering that he even had one to brush off, "Are you kidding me Kakashi?" He lifted a brow. "Are you honestly going to stand there and tell me that you'renot horny?"

"Well- I- I didn't-"

"Ess-actly," Genma nodded in his drunken stupor. "You nin't have sex yet!"

"No! I-"

Shirnaui stood up (or tried to anyways) and pushed Kakashi off into the dance floor. But the strange thing was that no matter how hard he tried, Kakashi couldn't get him to stop. It was as if alcohol turned him into the hulk or some- some sort of beast!

Soon enough Kakashi found himself grinding against that same girl on the dance floor. At first he felt strange and guilty; strange because he had no idea why he was rubbing his junk against her...um... "trunk" and guilty because he knew that he would never approve of this. His enthusiasm lowered. Iruka would never allow him- let alone forgive him- for doing this. Yet, for some reason, no matter how guilty or shameful he was feeling he couldn't get himself to completely stop moving. His hips were thrusting forward, his hands were pushing the girl up against him. It was hot, for lack of a better term. But that was what it was; pure, unadulterated lust.

And, just like anything that had any association to the word "adult" and "lust" he decided that there was no fighting this and that the only way to handle this was through secrecy right?

Iruka won't have to know, he told himself as his lips grazed against the brunettes exposed neck. She snaked an arm behind her and around his neck, he could feel her fingers playfully gripping at the silver hairs there. She used the leverage to lean him in closer.

"Let's go to the back," she whispered taking his hand and leading him to the back alley door. For some reason he followed suite.

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He found himself fully exposed leaning above the girl from the bar, wrapping her legs around his body. Her shirt had long been ripped off and her skirt was the only thing left on her body, but only because she requested it so. He pushed it up above her waist to expose her awaiting centre.

"Go," she whispered with eyes screwed tight.

And as he pushed into that girl throughout that night, he did so without abandon. He rest assured knowing that Iruka would never find out and that Genma would never tell.

... They had never failed him before.

Author's Note: Hello all! This is my latest fic idea. It's been something that I've been playing around with for a while now until I finally decided to just go for it and write a chapter. So please, if you want to see this fic last past this chapter (which I hope it does because I've got plenty of ideas for this baby!) please R&R. There will be multiple pairings for this story and I have yet to decide a majority of them, so if you have any pairings that you want to see here don't hesitate to tell me. I'll try to incorporate them into the fic. Thanks muchos loves!

P.S. Happy late Valentine's Day