Pairings: (Eventual!) Shikaku/Kiba and some others I have not yet decided!
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"Welcome back, Shika!"'
It was normal for Shikamaru to retract from him as soon as he managed to get his arms around his shoulders in his flying hug. But it was also normal for his good friend to stay upright and not allow the force with which Kiba jumped on him to knock him to the ground below.
He was caught completely off guard when the spiky haired male he jumped on proceeded to tumble to the floor, causing him to go along for the ride.
"Dad!"
That was Shikamaru's voice… But it didn't come from below him, as it should have.
Maybe he was going insane? Maybe all of the late nights had finally caught up to him and were crashing down on him to make him think things that weren't really happening were actually happening… Was the airport he was in real, then, if his mind was working against him? Was the solid, muscular, and extremely nice smelling body beneath him actually a body?
Akamaru's wet nose bumping into his neck made him feel like his ramblings might not have been completely correct.
With a groan, the young man pushed himself onto his hands and up and away from the man he'd jumped on.
"Geez, Shika, you're supposed to be used to my flying hugs. We trained for years… Just a couple a'months away from me and you lose your strength?" Kiba Inuzuka grumbled as he glared down at the broad back of the friend he had unwittingly tackled to the ground… Only to notice that it was much broader than Shikamaru's back.
Cocking his head to the side in slight confusion, the male moved his left hand off of the floor and onto the left side of his friend's back. He squeezed the skin tight, amazed at the muscle he felt beneath his palm. "Whoah, Shika, been workin' out?"
"Of course I haven't."
His hand froze as soon as he heard this.
Shikamaru's voice… did not come from beneath him.
Fuck.
"Now could you stop fondling my dad and get off of him?"
Kiba's blood ran cold immediately; the words sank into his conscious and understanding mind as if they were as heavy as lead.
Shit.
Fucking shit.
Holy fucking shit.
His body refused to move, though. So he could only stare like a retarded dumbass at the (holy fuck, Shikamaru's dad had one nice body!) back below him. As he stared, though, he was able to connect the clothes beneath him to the fact that Shikamaru would never be caught dead in a pricey suit unless his mother pressured him into wearing it for a super important and special activity that he couldn't weasel his way out of.
The fine tailored suit currently beneath him, being pushed into the dirty airport ground below, was clearly something that Shikamaru would never wear on a flight. And, as if that wasn't enough, it also felt so nice to his touch that it must have been made out of some pretty pricey fabric… Which meant that this was not the kind of suit that needed to be pushed into the ground.
"This must be Kiba."
Shit.
Kiba found himself having to suppress the sudden shiver that threatened to make its way up his spine upon hearing Shikamaru's father's voice.
It was like velvet, sex, and cigarette smoke (high quality cigarettes, mind you) all wrapped into one. And that was hot as fuck.
Akamaru moved from Kiba to stand directly in front of the man's face. He decided to sniff at the man, which earned Kiba a handful of seconds to finally get his body in motion.
"I'm real sorry, Mr. Nara!" He rushed to both get off of Shikamaru's father and not accidentally trample him as he did so. "I thought you were Shikamaru!"
Once he was finally up, he turned around and looked at the friend he had confused. And he was met with an unamused glare that put all of Shikamaru's thoughts into quiet daggers that pierced Kiba's poor heart.
"You have the same hair…" He apologized lamely, only for Shikamaru's frown to deepen further.
"You tackled my father."
"But I always tackle you! If you'd been standing where you were supposed to have been-!"
"Kiba."
The short haired male shut his mouth, more than aware that when Shikamaru interrupted him, it meant that he needed to quiet down.
"Just shut up."
A small squeak-like noise tried to leave his mouth. But Kiba was able to catch it and bury it deep into his throat before he allowed himself to continue digging himself into a deep hole of embarrassment he would never be able to climb out of.
With wide and somewhat fearful eyes, Kiba stared at Shikamaru's father stand up, dust himself off, and turn to them.
His breath caught in his throat as soon as he was finally graced with the face that was a much too perfect partner to the smoky voice that he'd heard coming from those thin lips.
Shikamaru was not a hard person to look at. If they had met in another life, Kiba was sure he would even call him handsome. But seeing how they had managed to meet in their childhood years and had just about grown up together, he would never in a million years be considered as someone 'hot' in Kiba's eyes.
Shikamaru's father, though… Well… Damn…
The man's face had two diagonal scars on its right side. One was just above his eyebrow and ended a bit before his ear. The other, though, began on what seemed to be exactly his cheekbone and ran all the way down to his chin, seeming to disappear without a clear end.
He had a trimmed goatee resting on his chin, its color as dark as the rest of his hair. Said hair- as black as onyx- was pulled into Shikamaru's customary hairstyle, which Kiba had lovingly anointed 'Pineapple bob' when he had been only five years old and had held no true knowledge about hairstyles.
Standing side by side, their faces might be considered nearly identical… If not for the fact that Shikamaru's was clearly lacking scars, his eyes weren't nearly as narrowed and dark, and his lips didn't seem even close to being as kissable as his father's.
It took all of Kiba's willpower to not chance a glance at the rest of the man's body to continue finding differences between him and his son.
The only big difference he allowed himself to notice was that Shikamaru's father was also taller than him by a couple of inches that made all the difference in the height department.
"Dad, this is that hyperactive, troublesome, annoying friend I was telling you about."
Kiba didn't try and stop the pained look he sent Shikamaru at being addressed in such a manner. He was immediately hit by betrayal at having his best friend from childhood betray him in front of someone so ho- old. Yes. Old. Not hot. Shikamaru's father could not be hot. He was Shikamaru's dad. And parents were a no fly zone for any kind of romantic thoughts.
The man's dark eyes kept a smoldering intensity about them as they looked Kiba over, making him suddenly feel like a kid again- caught with his hand in the cookie jar when Yoshino had already scolded him and promised him dinner if he was patient for just a little bit longer.
"You did say he was a character." The man muttered in a tone that was as husky as the hottest of Kiba's imaginary sexual scenarios… And he really needed to get his mind out of this gutter if he ever wanted to be able to seem like a somewhat functioning member of society to the guy. "I'm Shikaku Nara. Not my son."
Kiba thanked whoever was willing to listen to his pitiful gratitude when Shikaku didn't raise his hand to clasp his. Because he knew that if he tried to shake hands with the man, he'd make an even bigger fool of himself… And that was never as fun as Naruto made it seem.
"Uh… Hi…" Kiba cleared his throat as he lifted his right hand to scratch at the base of his neck; all the while he planted his left firmly on his hip. "Um… Sorry for tackling you… I really thought you were Shikamaru."
One finely kept and much too amused eyebrow lifted and arched, making Shikaku's face shift into one of condescending amusement that Kiba had always hated on Shikamaru… But seemed unbelievably right on his father's face.
"I was warned there would be dangers to meeting an Inuzuka for the first time. I just had no idea Inoichi's warnings could be so literal."
Ah… Inoichi Yamanaka… Kiba's favorite arch-nemesis parent… He had always been fun to mess around with.
A loose smirk found its way onto his lips as he allowed himself to sink into familiar territory. "Inoichi- 'keep your hands off my daughter or I'll murder you, dispose of the body, and cause your whole family to despair over your disappearance for the rest of their lives' Inoichi?"
"Do you know another?"
Warmth was beginning to fight its way onto his cheeks because of the lopsided smirk that melted on Shikaku's lips. And it would be much too embarrassing to blush now rather than before when he'd noticed his great blunder of tackling his best friend's father… That had been an appropriate time to blush. Now was not.
Thankfully for him, a prude called Shikamaru called Shikaku's attention off of Kiba and towards him with a beautiful clearing of his throat.
"Now that introductions are out of the way, we should get on our way. Kiba, did you do everything I asked you?"
For a moment, Kiba allowed himself to remember what had been asked of him.
First of all, I need you to buy us some food so we can eat on the car ride. I also need you to drive us to the car renting agency so we can pick up the car my dad'll be using during the week. After that, we'll need you to take us to the hotel dad wants… We haven't booked anything because he's an OCD maniac that can't have too many things out of his control… Oh, and don't bring that dog of yours with you. White fur does not mix well with dark suits.
"Yup!" Kiba answered pluckily with a small bounce, then snapped his fingers for Akamaru to walk towards him. The dog did so and sat beside him, pink tongue lolling as Shikamaru's face contorted in annoyance. "I brought Akamaru, just like you asked."
"Kiba…"
"And a freshly prepared homemade meal is waiting for you both at Chez Inuzuka, seeing how I can't have you driving down these dangerous Floridian streets on an empty stomach."
"Kiba…" This time Shikamaru's voice took on a groan-like intonation, making the younger male's smile broaden enough to show off his unusually sharp canines.
"And I booked you guys the best car your money could afford- without breaking the bank, obviously. Oh, and the hotel situation's been taken care of. Chez Inuzuka is more of a bed and breakfast kind of deal, but…" He shrugged now, thoroughly enjoying the murderous glint in his best friend's eyes. "You know, it works."
"Why am I your friend?" The beautifully pissed off pineapple bobbed male clipped out, all the while Kiba smiled proudly at him.
"Because I stole your juice box when we were kids, you tried to beat me up, and I took enough pity on you to keep you around."
He chanced one look at Shikaku now, believing himself to be calmed down enough after messing a bit with Shikamaru to face his father and not have any unnecessary and completely idiotic thoughts rear their ugly heads up on him… But he was wrong.
If no-emotion showing Shikaku was hot, then completely-amused-and-blatantly-smirking-at-his-son's-discomfort Shikaku was a freaking ghost pepper or something.
Further plans of egging Shikamaru on with more wrenches thrown into his plans were dashed from Kiba's mind as soon as his eyes connected with those hot orbs… He hadn't been smitten like this before… And it was freaking terrifying because this was Shikamaru's father. A huge no! On all accounts, unfortunately…
He forced himself to turn around and begin to move away before he managed to make a bigger fool of himself in front of the hot Nara.
Shikamaru was not the hot Nara… And, honestly, now Kiba felt kind of bad for him… He hadn't inherited any hot coolness from his father… Just an insufferable and always annoyed gene that undoubtedly belonged to his mother.
"Now!" He clapped his hands a bit harsher than he would have liked, but the stinging pain helped ground him… a little bit. "Let's get moving. You know ma gets terrifying when people aren't punctual. And when she gets angsty, she gets into fight with people that try and make her move the car."
Akamaru padded after him quickly enough, a faithful and amazing companion that had never let him down when Kiba had needed him most. And, after a couple of seconds, Kiba heard softer footfalls join his dog's own, letting him know that both Nara-males were following him.
That was good.
That was good... Right?
That was totally good... ... ...
Holy fucking shit in the world- how in the fucking fuckety fuck was Shikaku Nara so fucking hot?!
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So, how about this rare pair, huh? It's slowly becoming one of my favorite pairings now.