There were moans – deep, shallow, and spasmodic. The room was filled with the purest blackness of a starless night. Only Kiba's rapid breathing, and the soft buzzing of Shino's most powerful technique were disturbing the silence. The kikaichuu under Shino's skin were practically tearing him apart because of the desperate feelings both them and Shino weren't used to.
It was definitely new.
Shino felt like his heart had been absorbed and eaten by enraged larvae; that was the most precise metaphor he could invent in his confused mind. He still didn't understand it. It hurt, but it hurt so sweetly it was almost perverted. It was violent, it was perfect – it was Kiba.
He was in love with the damned boy who was constantly ruining Shino's distance, his morals, and his cursed, non-existent sanity.
Kiba was a mess. He was a mess because of his obsession, his humiliating addiction... to Shino. And it seemed even harder now when he was under him, naked and trembling pathetically. After four whole years of loving the bastard without any logical reason behind it, they were finally there: together, making love, or fucking, or whatever Shino wanted it to be, and Kiba's whispered words were broken and raw and stupidly honest. He loved that cold piece of walking hive–
He released a choked whine as he came. It was too early, too intense, too... real.
Shino's deadened groan followed instantly, and he was utterly and completely lost. He gave away his heterosexuality, which probably never existed; he sacrificed his name. He showed Kiba his miserable eyes, as black as the starless night that had led him to sleeping with Kiba – with Kiba.
Yet, that fool had spread his legs for Shino like it was normal to have such eyes with no whites.
Was this normal?
Was it relevant that the two men couldn't find any way to just let go of their hopeless embrace?
"Hold me," Kiba breathed out.
Shino didn't care anymore.