Articulate : Pleasure
Author: Aijou
Word Count: 1, 289
Disclaimer: I do not own Kiba, and Shikamaru: from the Naruto Franchise. Credit to: Masashi Kishimoto.
Summary: Well howdy, This would be a Kiba x Shikamaru fic. It does however have a surprise at the end! (:
A/N: Read on and comment like you know what you're doin'! If it's mean, green, or just plain keen, it don't (doesn't) matter. I'm sure a short, "Hi!" would be good enough :)
The sound of polished black shoes against cobble stones resounded in the air, as a certain person walked with no actual purpose; from his point of view at least. He sighed out a relaxing breath as he looked at the sky, his brown hair perched at the top of his head gracefully waving into the wind. His face still towards the sky, he moved his arms to support his head, the fingers feeling a silky surface as it touched his hair. He observed the sky more closely. Fluffy white on baby blue: playful and forever elegant, if only this scene could be outlived. But alas, everyone has duties. Moving one foot forward, heel first, he begrudgingly pulled down his head to make it upright. He sighed, a breath exhumed on a regular basis. As he walked, it soon came to his revelation that walking had become boresome. He walked on, nonetheless.
"Maybe he wouldn't mind if I was late? It wouldn't be the first time." Pondering such a lovely thought, that so often visited his head. He spotted a hill of green, blades twiddling about in the wind, trying to join the sky in all its glory.
"It wouldn't hurt just to lie down on that grass. I'll stop it from flying away." Envisioning the relaxing effects of a simple breeze on the skin: toying with it, the wonderful view of twirling clouds going round n'round, and not to mention the scent of the earth and grass pervading his nose. He gave up on punctuality and walked up to the mound of green.
Sitting down he couldn't help but let out, "Bothersome, I shouldn't have gone out of the house in the first place." He closed his eyes to enjoy the tranquil joy of nothingness. Lying down, bending his knees towards his body and feet on the ground he sighed once again, a smile came out. It stayed for a few seconds as his breath became deeper. Soon his muscles began to relax, and his eyes felt heavy.
He whispered out, "I could use a nap."
Back to the cobblestone street, into the distance we see a man running along the road. Short, messy brown hair swaying with the wind. His heart giving a strong and constant pump, he had been running for a while now. Red on his cheeks: formed as triangles, covered in sweat. His white tank top clung to his skin. His tank top bore the word: "Bark!"
As it is common for him, he began to articulate his problem, "Man I'm late! Shoot! Frickety Shoot! Man if Shikamaru is there and I'm late, it'd be like Shino doing something normal!" However he came close to a hill, and saw a man laying on it.
He could only think of one thing: "Well at least I'm not late!" Smiling gleefully, he slowed his pace and walked towards the body, whose shirt happened to slide up due to a change in pressure in the atmosphere. Or you could say the wind blew the shirt up revealing toned, smooth, delicious looking, Abdominal Muscles.
Kiba, however let out a very interesting statement, "WAKE UP! YOU LAZY BUM!" nothing happened.
He got close to Shikamaru's ear, taking a deep breath, "WAKE U-," in an instant fingers met soft hair, pushing down on Kiba's head. Tender lips met tender lazy ones.
"Troublesome." Shikamaru said, as he released the kiss, his eyes still closed. Kiba licked his lips, whilst the other wiped his own.
"What's that about?" Kiba let out surprised.
"Well I guess I just felt like being like the grass, trying to reach the sky on a windy day. I felt ... yearning. I wanted to rid myself of it." He exhumed a wonderful sigh for the third time, "But I guess whatever connection that might exist, should disappear in a flash. But Kiba I just want to know if..." a shy pink rose to his cheeks
"You know that kiss, asks your question all on its own." A smirk appeared on Kiba's visage. He lifted up his shirt, and quickly undid the button to his pants and let them loose. Finally coming to his boxers, he slid them off slowly skimming across his skin. Shikamaru's eyes opened to the spectacle. The wind blew across Kiba's tanned, bare body, and embraced his member with crisp cold. He shivered, causing a certain appendage to waddle, and whip at his inner thigh. He smiled a perverted smile, "Like what you see?"
Snuffing a smile, trying to not let down his bored facade Shikamaru shrugged saying, "Sure." Was all he could say without losing his act. But his blush was still apparent. Pulling his shirt off slowly, and lazily to reveal his smooth chest.
Kiba began to drool; his anticipation was greater than his patience. He began to kiss the other boy. Lips touching, mouths parting, and tongues embracing: it felt like bliss. Shikamaru began to pull down his shorts, and boxers. This made something poke Kiba in the stomach. They parted lips and Kiba stared at what had poked him.
Being impulsive it wouldn't come as a surprise that Kiba launched at it and took it into his mouth. His hands wandered onto Shikamaru's stomach and chest. His tongue licking at the head, then coming down the shaft, a slurping sound cruised through the air. His head began to bob up and down faster, and faster. Shikamaru closed his eyes, his spirit in mirth, he released hushed pants, and his mouth slightly parted. His brows came together to make him look like he was in pure ecstasy.
Suddenly he felt something incredible build up, a pulling in his waist area; it wasn't pulling, so much as yearning. It was an indescribable feeling. It steadily grew stronger as Kiba's tongue tasted Shikamaru's mushroom head, and heaps of precum over and over, coupled with lips working up and down Shikamaru's shaft. He was close, "I'm coming!" he moaned, breathlessly. There, it was near... he was about to come!
However it took an abrupt halt, causing Shikamaru to open his eyes to look at Kiba, lifting his head with effort, his face sweaty, and his breath quick. Kiba's mouth left the other's member, a bridge of saliva still connecting the head to the lips. "Why did you stop?!" Shikamaru said, sexual passion filled his voice.
"Because, it's my turn." A devilish smile indicated Kiba's own boner. Shikamaru sighed knowing what was about to happen. He let Kiba lift up his legs. Kiba moved closer to Shikamaru, pausing to spit on his member, rubbing it all over, releasing his head backwards in ecstasy of the sheer thought of what was about to happen. He edged his knees closer as the soft mushroom head touched Shikamaru's entrance: earning a gasp. He slowly, pushed in revelling, in the extreme pleasure...
A/N: Well as you "may" (or may not) have noticed, I did a very bad thing, something all English teachers would hate. I didn't finish expressing my thought! Well it serves as a good "suspensesifying"(yes, it's a word) ending to the chapter.
But actually, this is my first fanfiction. So the purpose of this fic was to gauge what kind of reception I would get; if any at all. Hence the title: "Articulate"! So please comment/review. (And if you want *beg* me to finish it up!)