Kiba hated Itachi Uchiha. He was certain of this because there was nothing else he could feel towards someone who'd senselessly murdered his entire family. He was a cold, heartless killer and Kiba did not like that. He'd told the sharingan user many times but the other never seemed to care. Or maybe he didn't believe him ... But Kiba did hate him. He was sure he did ...

Then why was he sharing a bed with the man he claimed to detest so much? Why? The young shinobi asked himself this many times, countlessly throughout the day and yet, when he was with Itachi, when he was caressing the brunettes thighs, biting down on his neck hard enough to draw blood he did not care why he was there. The only thing that mattered was that he was there.

Beneath Itachi's longer form.

Pinned to the futon face first.

Being pounded into ecstasy.

He loved every minute of it. He craved it, even as he questioned himself when alone. And even when they were done, he still hadn't had enough. The only thing he seemed to long for anymore was Itachi penetrating him, taking him as his own property and making Kiba like it even when he used as little lubrication as possible and it hurt. It was as if Itachi had the ability to control emotions and Kiba hated it.

He hated him.

He hated the way Itachi's hair tickled his shoulder blades as the older male leaned over him.

He hated how soft Itachi's usually frowning lips were and how much he loved them on his skin.

But most of all he hated Itachi's voice and the words he spoke.

"Good boy," he would mutter when Kiba did something that pleased him.

"Your worthless," when he'd done something that upset him in one way or another and Kiba was ashamed at just how much that effected him.

"Your my property," as he was cumming all over Kiba's face, marking him as his own.

And "this is what you deserve," when he punished him, spanking him until Kiba's backside was burning and it hurt to move.

But despite all this, even after the humiliation and being used, he always came back. He still wanted more of Itachi's abuse and he didn't understand why. He hated him didn't he? He hated what Itachi had done in the past, what he did to him in the present so why did he come back like a beaten dog every time? Was he that weak? Or was it something else he didn't quite understand?

Either way, staring up into his blood red eyes after a particularly rough bout of sex, Kiba is convinced that Itachi hates him too. The emotion he sees in the older males face is too raw and he has to look away.

Perhaps ... him and Itachi were more alike then Kiba wanted to admit.

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FIN

Well, there it it, my second Itachi X Kiba fic. Yet, despite my best efforts I still managed to make this into a BDSM kink fiction ... I was trying so hard to keep it relatively clean too. Oh well. I hope you guys like it, and I also hope that this makes the people who liked "Give a Dog a Bone" happy. A lot of the reviews kept saying "I haven't ever seen this pairing before and it's actually really hot! I hope I find more!". I figured that at least someone would write another Itachi X Kiba fic but it's probably been a year now and I haven't seen a single one. That made me slightly sad. So I just had to write another one. Yay!

I suppose if you'd like to think of it that way, this could be a follow up to "Give a Dog a Bone" but it wasn't really intended as that. I just wanted to give more insight to Kiba's feelings about the whole thing rather then just focus on the sex like the first one did. I really hope you guys like it though. Please R&R!