Ok, this is not my normal story, but I enjoy the pairing, so I thought, "why not?" Tell me what you think, and if it is well received, I will update it more, but that is up to you.

Also, thank you, again, Clumsy Owl, for being the best beta and putting up with my random updates. You are the best! ^_^

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop and a perverted mind. Naruto and all characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Destined To Save Me

Chapter 1

The sounds of skin slapping skin and panting fill the dark room. On the bed is a mess of tangled legs in the sheets. The bed squeaks in protest. A brunette, with short spiky hair, bronze tan skin stretched over large shoulders and tight muscles, gazes down at the one he is giving such pleasure, his eyes a dark, lusty brown. He thrusts harder into the one under him, wishing he could see their face, but the room is too dark, casting a shadow over his head. The man's moans grow louder with each accurate trust to his prostate. He is a slim creature of sun-touched skin a few shades lighter than the larger man's. His build is small, his muscles not as big, but compact, much like a swimmers.

"Yes… so close… more, oh god… please, morrre!" He moans grabbing the bed sheet so hard his knuckles turn white.

"Yeah baby, almost there. So close… just a little more," The brunette whispers, once more increasing speed of his trust.

Looking down at his current lover, he murmurs, "Go on, baby. Cum for me."

"Aaa … aww… Kiba!.. Wake the hell up! You need to get ready for work!"

Right there, his dream shatters into a thousand pieces. Kiba's eye fly open as he gasps for air after hearing his mom's voice take over that wonderful, arousing one he was growing so attached to. He yawns, looking around his room and wishing it was not a dream. The voice was beautiful; just thinking about it reminds him of his problem. He is a little peeved he did not cum before he was so rudely awakened by his mother, but he swallowed his annoyance. He likes breathing, and she would so kill him if he was late for work again. So reluctantly, Kiba climbs out of bed in just his blue boxers, and walks to his bathroom. He was very happy when they moved and his mom gave him the room with a bath. Something about what a boy needs and girls, or some crap like that. He wasn't paying much attention to it.

Kiba opens the warped, sliding-glass door and adjusts the water to the right temperature, before stripping the last bit of clothes off and stepping under the cascade. He sighs in content as the hot water hits his back.

"Damn. Why did I have that dream again?" he thinks, still feeling uncomfortable and hard. "I really should take care of this before I go to work, but I don't have the time." He starts to hurry up and finish his shower, so he can go. Who knows? This could be a good day, despite its start.

After his shower, he goes into the closet and grabs his work uniform. It consists of a polo shirt that hugs his broad chest like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination, and white cargo pants that hang loosely from his waist, showcasing his strong legs. Not his first choice of clothing, but he can't complain too much. He needs to pay for his tuition somehow. He hopes to become a policeman, then a bounty hunter, like his mother. Only, the sad thing is she won't help pay for school. She feels if he wants to do something, then he needs to do it on his own, because she won't be there forever to help and watch over him. Hell, she even charges rent and board, and he is her only son.

"Kiba! Breakfast is ready! Hurry the hell up, or I will give it to Akamaru," Tsume yells up the stairs to her son in hopes of getting his ass in gear. She could always go to plan B: beating it for being late to work, again. Don't get her wrong. She loves her little hellion. She just does not want him to be a dead-beat like his pa.

Hearing his mother's yelling, Kiba quickly finishes getting dressed with his black sneakers. Making his way down the stairs, he sees his mother in the kitchen, standing with his plate, and a big white dog with brown ears begging to have it.

"Alright, I'm here. Can I have my food?" Kiba asks, staring at his mother. She is all set to go, wearing a blue long sleeve shirt, a black bullet proof vest placed over it to cover her vital organs. She wears black pants that are not too loose or too tight, so she can move if need be. Hooked to her waist is her belt with gun and mace for easy access.

"Aw, but look at Akamaru. He looks so happy and grateful, not to mention he was up when I cooked it," She finishes, glaring at her boy. Slowly, she tilts the plate to dump the food, only to balance it back on the last second, leaving Akamaru to whimper with want.

"Come on, mom. You know I was up late studying, and you know Akamaru gets sick if he eats people food." Kiba pouts at her, giving her the big puppy-dog eyes, knowing his mom can be a big softy deep down. He really hopes it works. He does not always give the puppy-dog eyes, because he knows over-use will make her immune and violent, but this time, it's a chance he is willing to take. His stomach makes itself heard with a loud rumble.

"Fine, eat quickly, and I will drop you off on the way to get Iruka."

Kiba finishes his food in record time, because he did not feel like walking the five miles to get to work. Plus, his mom offered a ride, which is odd. She usually never would.

"Don't tell me you have a crush on Iruka?" he teases, grinning with one eyebrow cocked.

"Watch it, boy, or you walk. Let's go already," She snaps, blushing.

"Oh. My. God. The end of the world has finally come; Tsume Inuazuka, my mother, is blushing. Really blushing," Kiba thinks. Thought, there is still something he does not understand. But deciding against making her madder, he drops the subject and walks out to the car, followed closely by Tsume.

Kiba has to run into the store Sannin's Grocery, only just making it in time to the punch clock for his shift. That is when he hears the one person he does not want to see, today.

"Oh, look who showed up for work on time, for once," calls a tall dark haired teen. His sunglasses and the air around him cries, "I am better than you."

"Yeah, yeah, I gotta get to the register, before Shikamaru falls asleep, again."

Kiba walks away before his coworker could give him more of a problem. He makes his way through the employee break room to the lobby of the store, and up to the cash register.

"Yo, Shika! You're dozing, again. Go home and sleep, man, not at the register." He hides his smile from his longtime friend. Kiba always finds it funny that Shikamaru could fall asleep anywhere, and faster than anyone he knew.

Shikamaru's head shoots up. He blinks a few times to get his bearings, before lazy brown eyes catch Kiba staring at him.

"About time, Kiba. I thought I would have to wait another hour for your lazy butt." He straightens, rubbing out the sleepiness from his eyes, then stretches out his stiff limbs.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I could have sworn I set my alarm clock last night. But I am here, on time, so scram. I'll talk to you after work, Shika."

After Shikamaru exchanged out for Kiba, he begins to restock the tobacco products and get set for the morning rush.

"It's going to be a long day," Kiba thinks while he cleans up after Shikamaru.

He has been friends with the guy for years, and working at the same store for about a year. He always hates cleaning after him, but every time Kiba calls him on it, he just says, "what a drag," and never cleans it up, leaving his mess for the next poor fool. But Kiba can't seem to stay mad at him. He's unsure whether it's because his laziness wore off on him, or if it could be because his aunt owns the place and could care less, as long a Shikamaru comes to work.

"Dad, I'm off to the store. What do you want for dinner, tonight?" A lithe boy, with blonde hair done up in bed-head spikes that give him the look that says, "I don't care but I am presentable," stands there smiling as he waits to hear what his dad's reply.

"If you are going out, take Kakashi with you."

"Are you listening to me? Hello?"

"Yeah yeah… No tell him I will be there in an hour."

Naruto is, once again, being ignored by his dad, and he is getting irritated. Again, his father walked out the door without so much as looking at him. Feeling alone and angry, Naruto forgoes getting Kakashi, and decides to go alone to Sannin's Grocery. Don't get him wrong. He has always looked up to Kakashi as the father figure that his own dad was not. He would always play with him, and keep him company, but the only thing is, he would always go and talk to his dad about any ideas of going to clubs or just hanging out with his friends. Grabbing his wallet and backpack, he walks to the door, picking up his keys from the bowl for his orange Vispa scooter. He was so mad when he asked for a motorcycle and got a scooter. He was going to take a baseball bat to it, but then he saw it and the tag on it made him smile.

"Wherever you go, may you always be protected, safe, and always outfox your opponent. I know it is not your idea of a bike, but it will be my gift to you. If you don't wreck it by your 21st birthday, I will give you something special. -Uncle Kakashi."

He flips on the lights in his garage, illuminating his baby, an orange Vispa scooter with black whiskers painted on the orange leg shielding, just under the headlight. He got it for his 17th birthday, two years ago. It is hard to believe he had this scooter for that long, and it still looks brand new and shiny. It helps having money and nothing to spend it on, other than his prized Vispa. So what if his dad gave him ridiculous amount of money when he cannot buy a real motorcycle, not because his dad would not allow it, but because he does not what to hurt Kakashi's feelings. He could care less what his father had to say at this point. He always tries to talk to his father, but the man never gives Naruto the time and day.

He puts on his red-orange helmet, painted like a fox's face. Naruto turns on his baby and drives out of the garage, heading into town towards his shopping destination. Naruto gets there in good time, parking his bike and tossing his helmet on the seat.

"I wonder if Shikamaru is still here. I have not talked to him in weeks." He is bought out of his musing by the blast of cold air hitting him as he entered the store. "Damn. It feels like granny still has not gotten the fan fixed." He rubs his hands up and down his arms in an atempt to warm his chilled skin.

"Sorry about the chilly reception, but can I help you find what you're looking for?"

Naruto is shocked. He has never seen this man before, but he could not help but think he is rather good-looking. Trying to get his mind to work, Naruto fumbles in around his pockets, looking for the list he made earlier. Finally, he finds it. He hands it over to the new face, staring at the deep brown eyes, strong chin and the smirk. God, he could not stop staring.

"What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?" the man asks, running his hand across his face is paranoia, trying not to make a fool of himself in front of this cute blonde kid. "Whoa, did I just think 'cute?' Damn, my mind is still on the fritz from the dream this morning. I doubt he is gay. But then again, with the blush starting to form and the fumbling, I'd say he is."

Finally out of shock from seeing the man gently take his shopping list, Naruto glimpses his name tag. "Kiba." For some reason, the name fits him perfectly. His face has nice, white canines, longer than normal, but with his handsome face, it accented the feral aura he has.

"Need some help finding this stuff?"

"Y-yeah, sure, that would be very helpful." He tries hard not to stutter, but fails epically. Feeling his face heat up, Naruto just knows he is blushing. God, he feels like a girl, and hates it.

Meanwhile, in Kiba's head, "How can I get to know him better?" Kiba just loves the blush and the adorable stuttering. Damn. How he has fallen. He can't believe he just met the dude, and already he wants to know him more. Then the voice hit him like a truck. Visions of his dream replay in his head, and he found himself getting hard. The voices match. Now, he knows he is crazy. He also knows he is not letting the blonde out of the store without getting his phone number.

Yes, that is the end of this chapter. If you want more, then you will just have to review ^_^ I know I am a jerk for leaving you hanging, but I want to know if you like it, and if it's worth continuing.

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