Author's Note:

Found some new inspiration for a couple I love, and if you're not a fan of the Kiba/Sakura pairing I recommend you leave, I also would recommend you leave if you are under the age of 18, the next chapter will be explicit.

I do not and never will own Naruto *dramatic sigh*

Sakura blushed as a pair of very large, very warm arms encompassed her small waist from behind. They were in public. He was never this bold in public, not even during these few weeks of the year. He began to whisper in her ear that they should leave, needed to leave. He made it sound like there was danger, like her life was on the line if they didn't make a run for it. Sakura knew this not true however, they were in the market streets of Konoha, and she had been shopping there with Ino. She was home, they were safe. Safe from the enemy at least. Safe from him she wasn't too sure about. She closed her eyes and sighed, turning around in his embrace to face her lover.

"Kiba I only left your house not two hours ago, I promised Ino I would help her shop, and then I have to go to work, can't this wait?" She held the brunette's gaze, wanting him to know this was a non-discussable issue, and that her question was more of a statement. He did nothing but stare at her back, and if looks could kill, she might possibly be dead. The kunoichi watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, trying to control his rising temper. His jaw locked, the muscles twitching under the skin, making his already defined face look even more lethal. Kiba's grip on her waist tightened for a moment before it was released altogether. When his eyes opened they held a softer tone than before, but the ferocity in them never left. "Fine, but as soon as you leave the hospital you are to come straight home to your apartment. I will wait for you there. Oh, and shower before you leave, you know I hate the smell of that place on you." His tone of voice left no room for argument and Sakura gave a nod of compliance. Trying to be gentle about it, the dog-nin put his hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her forward to place a kiss on her forehead, knowing that if he went for the lips it would be the end of his composure. Then he was gone, and Sakura could see no trace of him in the crowded street.

"What was that?" the normally bubbly blonde spoke seriously. She loved Kiba, but by the looks of that strained conversation between said man and her best friend he was being less than pleasant, mean even. Ino knew she was giving Sakura her 'you lie to me I will slap you in public' look and when pink haired girl's shoulders slumped she knew she was going to get the full story. As the duo walked slowly exiting the small shopping district Sakura began the story she knew Ino would not have an easy time understanding.

"Well, you know how Kiba usually disappears around this time of year?"

"No."

"You've never noticed? This has been going on since he was 14, how could you not?!"

"Never really paid attention to him until you guys hooked up."

"Oh right, I forgot you were always too busy ogling Shikamaru."

"HEY! I WAS NOT OGLING HIM thank you very much, his pineapple hair just captured my attention that's all. Now stop trying to change the subject and get on with why Mr. Sexy has turned into Mr. Grumpy Pants."

"I wasn't trying to change the subject, you just got all defensive... Well anyways, he usually disappears for a few weeks every spring. Most Inuzukas do, so all along I've thought it was just a clan thing. I was right, just not in the way I originally thought." Ino's impatient look told her she was not getting on with the story fast enough, and that she wanted only the reason. Many years of gossiping had refined Ino to a "Wam Bam thank you Ma'am" type of girl who only needed the essential details before she could fill in the blanks herself. Trying to keep the blonde from content, Sakura continued. "After Kiba and I hooked up that winter, and things were going good, he just disappeared all of a sudden. I was beyond furious, I mean how could he do that? I knew he had been with quite a few girls, but never really a relationship, why didn't he even tell me he was dumping me? So, I did the only rational thing at the time. I went to see him. The moment my feet hit the front porch steps he was on me. Literally, he had me pinned to the side of the house. I was terrified, he looked scary."

"So does Kiba have a secret rapey/murdery life?" Ino inquired looking very skeptical of Sakura's confession. "No! Let me finish! We were on the porch, and he looked like he was going to tear my clothes off, but in an aggressive way, and I didn't really like it, but when I tried to push him off, it was like he had become 10 times stronger. I had no idea what he was going to do to me and I felt helpless, until his mom Tsume hit him over the head with a frying pan, and he just passed out." Ino was now considering that Sakura had been pulling her leg this entire time. This was just getting weird in the kuniochi's opinion. Her best friend continued, not seeing the distasteful look in her blue eyes. Sakura looked up at the sky as she continued her unbelievable tale. The walls of the surrounding houses and apartment buildings becoming a blur as she became immersed in the memory.

"We left Kiba on the porch and Tsume made some tea and sat me down. I'll skip the boring parts for your sake, but she basically told me that where the Inuzuka clan was so intertwined with their dog companions, they took on many traits of each other. Of course I knew this already, Kiba could be a real dog when he wanted to be. So, like dogs want to mate in the spring, so do Inuzuka males, especially alpha ones. That's why Kiba hides out inside for a few weeks, why he all but attacked me when I showed up at his door." Sakura was pleased with her re-telling of the story, thinking she made it quite clear to the blonde what was going on.

"So Kiba has sex with dogs a few weeks every year?"

"NO!"

"He just wants to have sex with dogs, but doesn't so he went after the closest thing, you?"

"For kami's sake Ino! Just like dogs go into heat in the spring, so do the Inuzuka men. The dogs want dogs, and the men want women. No one is having or wants to have sex with another species. My god, do you get it now?"

"Then why do dogs hump peoples' legs if they don't want to have sex with them?"

"DO I LOOK LIKE A GODDAMN VET?"

"Okay, okay, sheesh, I get it, for the most part... Kiba is horny and aggressive in the spring." The extremely frustrated Sakura nodded her head. "Why couldn't you have said that in the first place?" The blonde inwardly laughed at the defeated expression on the girls face. For such a simple explanation Sakura sure used a lot of energy, enough so that they were now standing outside the hospital.

The two girls bid farewell as Sakura began her shift at the hospital and Ino went off to the flower shop.

Sakura pulled a large white towel around her torso as she stepped out of the staff showers on the forth level of the hospital. She was in the female section of the bathroom and the walls were a pristine white, much like the rest of the building. White. Clean. Sterile. No matter how many words that could be used to describe the colors of a hospital, they all just meant boring. The kunoichi slipped on the black baggy sweatpants and white tank top she kept in her locker for times like these when she showered at work instead of at home. Sometimes she just didn't want someone else's blood pouring down her drain.

Sakura walked down the halls to the exit of the hospital, stopping to have small conversations with some of the nurses to get the gossip, who slept with which doctor, who was engaged, and if someone was just getting fat or had a baby on the way. These trivial words kept the pinkette from returning to her home promptly, which she knew would agitate her dog boy more than she would have pleased. He would have to wait though, she knew he could, he just didn't like to. He was always impatient, but even more so when it came to sex.

Her walk home was a brisk pace, the winter's chill had still not left the air, and Sakura shivered and regretted only wearing a sweater to work that morning. The steps up to her apartment were familiar as she passed the even more familiar doors of the neighbours who graced her presence. The lady with all the cats, the man she was quite sure had a relationship with the plant on his balcony, and the bitch on the first floor. She paid no mind to them tonight though, her goal only the top floor apartment and what, more so who, was behind that door. She slipped her key into the lock, knowing full well Kiba would have already unlocked it for her, but she liked the suspense, so she turned the key slowly before pulling it out and opening the metal door. Sakura had barely kicked off her worn shoes when said boyfriend strolled down the hallway away from her bedroom, hands in his pockets, eyes as fierce as ever.

"You're later than usual." It was a firm statement, as if she had meant to be late.

"Yeah sorry, I was talking with a few of the nurses before I left, I hope you don't mind." She knew she was treading on thin ice, so to keep the tension at bay, she shrugged of her sweater and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her head against his chest. She felt him instantly relax his posture as he returned the hug, nose to her hair as he took in the familiar scent of Sakura that was now so often mixed with his own. "You have no idea how long this day felt. I spent the entire afternoon here trying to soak up the scent of you. You're lucky, I almost came to the hospital." She knew she had to give him credit for that. Even when he wasn't in heat, it wasn't a strange thing for him to fake an injury, request her care, and pin her to the gurney once she got to his room. "I'm glad you didn't, you're getting better at this you know, you're not as rough, and you're able to keep control most times, I'm proud of you." She leaned up, intending to give him a quick peck on the lips, when he turned it into a deeper one, forcing her mouth open with his own, tongue sliding against hers, over her teeth, and pulling back, taking her bottom lip in the retreat with his fangs.

A growl came from deep in Kiba's chest as his hands slipped from her waist, to her hips, to squeeze her bottom, before gripping the backs of her thighs to hoist her up into a semi seated position against his own, more narrow hips. Not being able to wait for the journey to the bedroom, the dog-nin pushed Sakura into the nearest clear wall, and once he had her pinned there securely in place, fingers slid beneath the white tank top and pulled up. Once the shirt was off though, he stopped. The kunoichi thrust her body forward, silently asking why he stopped, and when she saw it was having no affect, she expressed her question aloud. "What's wrong babe?" She hated the way her voice sounded, so panty and flustered, he always had this power over her.

"It's gone. You healed it." His tone didn't change. It was full of anger yet calm, and she knew her mistake as soon as he said the first two words. "People were staring Kiba, would you trust a doctor with bite marks on her neck? I looked like a friggin vampire victim!" One thing she had never done before was heal one of his bites. They never hurt, he was gentle about it, but she never had to heal them because he always made sure they could be hidden.

An Inuzuka bite mark was a sort of a sign to other males of the clan that this was someone else's territory. It was more polite than peeing on a lover, and could be quite sensual when the mood was right. Sakura loved when he did it to her. She knew she didn't feel it as powerfully as a clan female would, but it left her with a sense of belonging, a feeling of love that she had never felt before. She was his, and he was hers. This bite was different though, in a throw of passion he bite her right out in the open, and she hadn't really cared until quite a few odd stares came her way, and a few patients coward at her touch. To anyone who didn't know these clan rituals, it must have looked freaky. So she did the unthinkable; she healed it. She hadn't regretted it at the time, but now she did. Healing a territory mark was like erasing the fact that he had ever been there, and that was a no-no.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." Sakura placed chaste kissing over his face, trying to win back brownie points for submitting early. Kiba relaxed a little, knowing it was a rational thing for her to do, and that she didn't mean anything by it. The alpha in him begged to differ, it told him to mark her again, and again, and again. Show her that she will never want to be with anyone else. Claim her. Take her. That side of him won as he leaned down to place his mouth at the apex of her throat and shoulder, off to the side, being a little more careful this time of where he placed it. His canines dug in, deeper than usual, wanting it to hurt a little, show her that she had made a mistake, but never causing her much pain. A pink head of hair fell back against the wall with a thump, and low moan escaping her throat as her legs tightened around his hips, pulling at soft brown locks with finger she could no longer control.