A/N: So yeah, my original plan had been to make this a one shot but I wanted to write another fan fiction (they are pretty easy) and I didn't want to think of another pair. I had wanted to make it different but oh well I guess, I hope this chapter is better than the first one. So without further rambling from me, I present to my readers Chapter 2 of My Ideas (Oh yeah, I obviously don't own anything either)
Enjoy
How does one survive heart ache?
The question kept passing through my numb mind ever since the night I had abandoned Kiba a few weeks ago. I had yet to come up with an answer, and honestly I was impressed that I had continued living as long as I have. Well, that is if you want to constitute what I did as living; since the night that I crushed my own heart, I had thrown all of my being into my missions, becoming a thoughtless, emotionless, killing machine. With every new mission I received, I knew that I should complete each and every one, but at times I became reckless, hoping for my own demise.
When I wasn't preoccupied with my missions I would spend all my time thinking about that unfortunate night. These thoughts alone would make me fall into a deep depression and I began to loath myself with such a passion, that at times it physically hurt. I couldn't stop picturing the young shinobi waking up in the morning to find me gone and my lame ass note there instead. If I had a heart, the mental image would be like stabbing a metaphorical knife into it, and twisting the sharp blade, over and over again. Hurting Kiba had never been my intention, but I knew that if he was to be with me, he would be at risk mentally, physically and most of all emotionally; in mind it had seemed logical to just leave him then, and spare him all the pain later. At the time though, I hadn't been thinking of the long term pain I might feel in the end, but if he was happy that made it worth it, right?
Currently unoccupied with a mission, my thoughts were turned only to the younger boy as I wandered the streets of my home in Suna. I wondered how he was, if he still thought about me, if he hated me as much as I hated myself. Why must life be so cruel, I thought miserably to myself. 'You brought this on yourself,' my conscious reminded me. Sighing quietly, I knew the voice was right; my pain was all my fault because I was incapable of loving someone. My life was slowly passing me by, and I didn't care in the least; nothing, except Kiba, really mattered to me anymore.
Since I had grown up in the sand village, I knew the town like the back of my hand, and this allowed my body to run on autopilot. Lost in my own little world, I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going and this caused me to run into a harried looking Temari. Only our shoulders collided, but for some reason this enraged me to no end.
"Watch were you're fucking going Temari," I snapped coldly at her. At the sound of my voice she froze and turned to look at me over her shoulder, a blank expression on her face.
"Excuse me?" she said, her voice as cold as mine.
"You heard me," I sneered.
Narrowing her topaz eyes at me, Temari quickly whirled her body around so she was facing me completely.
"Say you're sorry Kankuro," she growled loudly at me.
"Fuck you," I snarled back at her.
Those words seemed to be the breaking point because before I knew what was happening, I was being shoved to the ground in front of everyone on the street. The moment I was down, Temari was on top of me, her fists flinging wildly and colliding with different spots on my body. Knowing I could probably easily knock her off, I just laid there instead, letting her punch me. Every time her fists connected with my body, I listed a reason as to why I deserved to be hit; almost every reason had to do with Kiba. Almost as quickly as the beating started, it was finished and Temari was standing, rearranging her clothes. After she was done, she held her hand out to me to help me up and a peace offering. Brushing her hand away, I pushed myself up.
"What the fuck was that for?" I grunted, wiping my mouth. My whole body hurt from where my older sister had punched me.
Before she spoke she slapped me on the back of the head with most of her strength, "For speaking to me that way. You know better than to swear in front of a lady. Besides I've wanted to do that for some weeks, you know since you've been a jackass."
"Pssh, in order for me to not swear in front of a lady, there needs to be a lady and I sure as hell don't see any around," I muttered under my breath.
Temari cocked her head to the side and gave me a puzzled look which I returned with narrow eyes. After a few moments of trying to figure me out, she seemed to have given up and sighed at me.
"What is wrong with you Kankuro?" Temari asked, her voice sad.
"Nothing is wrong with me, okay? Even if there was I wouldn't talk to you about it," I growled, my voice not as mean as before.
"Why not? I'm you're sister, you can trust me. Besides, you know, it's better to talk about it than let it fester in your soul and turn you into a sorry bastard. Oh wait, it's a little too late for that," her tone was concerned, but slightly wary.
"Oh please, I highly doubt you give a damn about my problems," I retorted. I need to get away from her before I break down and tell her everything, because I knew she was right and I was tired of dealing with this on my own.
Temari heaved a heavy sigh, "I do care little brother. Actually both Gaara and I are worried about you. Ever since you returned home from the Leaf Village a few weeks back, you've become a completely different person."
Rolling my eyes, I turned away from my sister and started to walk, "Well I guess it just sucks to be you and Gaara then, because I'm not talkin' to either of you."
"That's what you think," she responded just before she grabbed my earlobe.
Tugging my ear sharply, she began dragging me off in the opposite direction I was going and towards the building that housed Gaara.
"Our Lord Kazakage has better things to do with his time than listen to his brother whine about his problems," I said sarcastically.
Temari sent another glare my way over her shoulder and gave my ear a rough tug, "Keep talking Kankuro, and I might just rip your damn ear clean off. How would you feel then?"
The look on her face told me that she meant what she said as a threat, and not as a joke. This caused me to immediately close my mouth and brood in silence as we made our way through the sandy streets of my home.
Within minutes we were standing in front of Gaara's desk in his office. When we entered, he was bent over the shiny oak desk going over a thick file of paper work, while muttering softly to himself. There were two guards standing in the room, one looked bored and stand offish, while the other shifted nervously every few minutes.
"You want us to do what?" the nervous guard asked fearfully.
"I will not repeat myself, now I would like you two to go," Gaara said dismissively, waving them away with his hand. Both of the ninjas bowed deeply before turning on their heels, exiting out the same door we had just entered. Gaara hadn't even looked up when the two of them left, or when they shut the door with a loud click. He also didn't look up when Temari approached his desk, to whisper to him softly.
Not really caring about what they had to say, I looked around the room taking everything in. I only came here on occasion to gather my missions from my brother, and then I would turn around and leave; never before I had actually spent any time to examine the room. Now that I had the chance to look around, I was kind of in awe.
The room was decorated in rich shades of reds and burnt oranges; the yellows were sparse and used mainly for the trimmings of things. An old oriental rug lay across the floor in front of the oak desk that Gaara used for everything. He had plush leather chairs pushed off to the sides of the room that could easily be drug out if need be. There was a soft, thick carpet below me and my feet sank in to it slightly; I was half tempted to take off my shoes to see how it would feel between my toes. As well, the room was much cleaner than I had expected of Gaara. Did Temari force him to clean too, or did he have someone to clean for him?
While my senses drank in my surroundings, I was for some reason reminded of Kiba. The very thought of him made my stomach tighten and I wanted to flee the room in hopes of running from my thoughts of him. Ugh, what is wrong with me, I thought bitterly. I had never been so afraid of my own thoughts before that night, and now half the time I didn't even want to think about anything, hence why I always threw my whole being into my missions.
"Kankuro," Gaara said gruffly, pulling me away from my own world.
Turning to look at him, I smiled ruefully, "Little brother."
"Grab a chair, I have a feeling this might take some time," he commanded softly.
"Pfft, not as long as you might think, you're not my therapist," I grumbled as I went and grabbed two chairs, one for me and one for Temari. Sitting down, I watched her smile at me but she made no motion to move towards the chair, instead opting to continue half-sitting/leaning on the side of Gaara's desk; no doubt they wanted to look like they had a united front while they addressed my 'problems'; this simply reminded me of how our parents used to act.
"So, I don't know what you guys are expecting but I'm not going to spill my guts to you," I informed them lamely.
Before Temari had a chance to start protesting or insisting I start talking right now, Gaara nodded and spoke softly, "I completely understand, however, Kankuro we are only here to help you because we love you and are concerned about you. I mean we can't force you to share your problems, so I guess if you really wanted to go you're more than welcome to. However, both Temari and I would really wish you'd tell what is bothering you, maybe we could be of some sort of assistance."
Temari gaped at his words and I only studied him intently; this was definitely not the little brother I had known some years ago. Only a few years ago, before Gaara met Naruto, he was a ruthless little ninja, and never would have offered to console me. Actually, he would have been apt to kill me for coming off as some weak ass, who could interfere with something important, so really I don't think anyone could blame me for not warming up to him right away. However, I had to admit we had grown far closer over the past few years, which was the only reason I was still sitting here and hadn't walked out during his little speech.
"Doubt it, no one can really help me with my problems" I snorted.
"You don't know that, maybe we could help you. Even if we didn't help physically, wouldn't you feel better just getting it off your chest and talking to us?" Temari exclaimed, obviously trying to control her temper so she wouldn't come over and start hitting me again for being stupid.
I had to concur with her on that point, talking to them about Kiba would make me feel better. Part of the problem, though, was how did I if I could trust them or not? I mean, sure they're family, but they didn't even know about my sexual orientation and they could spread my secrets to everybody in the village or use it as blackmail; I don't know what I would do if anyone found me, because I had no real intention of coming out of the closet to be honest. Not that anyone would really hate me, but I had a feeling if I told them the truth, things would really get awkward. 'You need to trust Gaara, and Temari they are family, they won't hurt you," a quiet voice said and I decided it was right.
Taking a deep breath, I stared at my two siblings levelly, "Okay, to begin with, I'm gay."
I had to give them credit, because neither of them seemed shocked, horrified or surprised or any other reaction one might have expected. All Temari seemed to do was heave a quick sigh of relief.
Unsure of whether or not I should be offended, I gaped at her.
"What's that sigh supposed to mean Temari?" I growled.
She shrugged and responded simply, "Well it's kind of a relief honestly. I was worried you might have killed someone you shouldn't have and you were beginning to feel guilty or something. There is nothing wrong with being gay Kankuro; it's nothing you should feel ashamed of."
"I'm not ashamed you dumb ass," I blurted out.
"Well then, what is wrong Kankuro?" Gaara asked.
"I made a terrible mistake," I murmured quietly, holding back my tears.
"Oh my gosh, so you did kill someone, didn't you?" Temari cried out, and she received a sharp look from Gaara, while I rolled my eyes.
"Temari, I didn't kill anyone, okay? I promise, I would have confessed a while ago had I killed someone," I paused and turned away from my two siblings, ashamed of myself. Taking another deep, steadying breath I went on to finish my thought, "I did something much worse, I really hurt a person I cared deeply for, because I'm a cold hearted bastard incapable of loving another human being."
"How is that worse than killing someone?" Temari cried out expressively.
At this she received another sharp look from Gaara before he spoke, "Who did you hurt and how?"
"Umm, well when we went to help the Leaf village rebuild, I meant a Kiba Inuzuka. Do you guys remember him? He's the young dog ninja, and we became friends, really good friends" I explained quietly.
"Yeah, what about him?" Temari asked flippantly.
"Okay, so when I went was at Konoha, I stopped at a bar and ran into him and a few other people," I paused, trying to think of the best way to continue.
Gaara and Temari remained quiet waiting for me to go on.
"So, um Kiba got a little drunk, well not a little drunk but completely wasted and so I helped him home. Then when we got there, he erm well told me something and one thing led to another and I made a dumb move," I said cautiously.
"What did you do?" Gaara inquired quietly.
"I slept with him and then walked out while he was sleeping," I whispered, ashamed of myself more than ever. However, I did feel a little better now that I had told someone.
"You what?" Temari screamed, outraged.
"Why?" Gaara's voice was tense.
"He sleep talks, and he said he loved me," I whimpered.
Gaara growled and rested his forehead on the palm of his hand, "So, you've been a jerk this whole time because you had a one night stand? And the whole reason you had a one night stand is because Kiba said he loved you while he was sleeping?"
"Yeah, I know how incredulous this sounds but it's the truth," I cried out.
"Damn you, Kankuro I can't believe you took advantage of Kiba while he was drunk. You are such a jackass," Temari said angrily.
"I realize this and I do feel terrible. I wish there was some way I could fix this, because I know I hurt him and I never meant to," I defended myself weakly. At this point I could feel the tears building behind my eyelashes as I tried to keep them hidden.
"So than why don't you fix it?" Gaara demanded.
"Because I don't know how," I claimed.
"Yes you do. You go talk to him," Temari informed me as if I was an insolent child, and right now I guess I was kind of acting like one.
"What am I supposed to say, 'oh hey Kiba, yeah I'm sorry I hurt you, it was an accident all because you said I love you in your sleep.'?" I snarled furiously.
Temari stood up straight and moved so she was right in my face before she responded, "No, you asshole you tell him the truth, understand? You tell him how you really feel about him, because it's obvious that you love him."
Looking toward the ground I mumbled, "How do you know?"
"If you didn't have any feelings towards this guy, just sleeping with him wouldn't have been a problem and you wouldn't be beating yourself up right now. The fact that you hate yourself so much must mean you at least feel something towards him," she replied in a 'duh' voice.
"I don't know if I can, I mean what if he rejects me?"
To this Gaara was the first to answer, "Kankuro, why are you so afraid? I have seen you head in combat without any fear, and you went to fight Sasori without a second thought to save my life. What is it about this young ninja that actually makes you feel so afraid?"
I hesitated before I responded, "I'm afraid that I will hurt him—"
"Kind of late for that, I'm sure," Temari muttered undead her breath and I scowled at her.
"I didn't mean to hurt him! I panicked and made a dumb choice. Besides, I don't know how I'd survive knowing that Kiba was out there on missions and he could be killed and there was nothing I could do to help him," I exclaimed.
"Sometimes you have to put your heart on the line for happiness," Temari whispered softly.
"Maybe I don't deserve to be happy,"
Gaara tilted his head to the side at my statement, "Everyone deserves to be happy."
I looked at my siblings and wiped away the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks, "I find that hard to believe.
"It's true Kankuro, you may have made mistakes in the past, but that's all behind you now and you can only change the future, not the past," Temari stated matter-of-factly.
"How can he ever forgive me though?" I expressed miserably. If I couldn't forgive myself, how could I actually expect the dog ninja to forgive me?
"By forgiving yourself first," Gaara said simply.
"I don't know if I can forgive myself though,"
"You never know if you don't try," Temari enlightened me.
Before I had a chance to respond, Gaara spoke up, "I want you to go to Kiba and make amends. And until you do that, I won't be giving you anymore missions."
My jaw dropped and Temari laughed at my stupefied expression.
"Are you allowed to do that?" I cried in shock.
"I don't know, but I'm Kazakage so I don't see why not," he said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"That's not cool," I growled madly.
"I think it's a great idea," my older sister exclaimed gleefully.
Sighing, I looked around the office. I can't believe they were doing this to me, I knew speaking to them had been a bad idea, but still I had done it anyways; well, obviously this is what I got, no options except to face my problem.
"How soon do you plan on leaving?" Gaara inquired.
"Today, as soon we're done speaking," Temari responded for me.
I opened my mouth to protest, but Gaara spoke up, "That sounds like a great idea Temari."
"Seriously, you want me to leave today?" I barked roughly.
"Yes, we do," my family members said in unison.
"Fine, does that mean we're done here than?" I eyed them crossly, trying to control my anger.
"Look Gaara, he's ready to go make amends already," Temari crowed, with a fire in her eyes.
"Just be honest with him Kankuro, that's the best you can really do," Gaara advised me as I stood up to leave.
"Yeah, tell Mr. Inuzuka how much you love him and wanna make smooch faces with him," Temari teased.
Before I shut the door, I flipped Temari off and smiled to myself. While I walked down the hallway I could hear Temari screaming about how disrespectful I was being and this caused me to chuckle to myself.
I hadn't even left the building before my thoughts turned to what I was about to do. That night kept replaying in my mind, and I felt a tightening sensation in my groin. How could I have been such an asshole? Why had I gone against my own set of morals and slept with him? What is wrong with me? I had to set things right.
This time I would not screw up.
2 days later
It had taken me less time than I had anticipated to make it to Konoha, and I was walking through the gates for the first time in weeks. However, instead of feelings calm and peaceful, I felt jittery and depressed. Just as I was passing through the entrance, I felt two gazes falling on my back, and I glanced quickly at the guards to see them glaring at me. Gritting my teeth, I quickly sauntered through the curvy streets of the Leaf Village.
When I was about half way to Kiba's house, I saw a familiar face, Shikamaru Nara. Ducking my head, I tried to avoid him, but it seemed to be late.
"Hey Kankuro," he called out to me.
"Shit," I muttered before I turned to him.
As he walked up to me, I waved and returned his greeting.
"How have you been?" he questioned happily.
"Erm, I don't know okay I guess. How have you been?" I continued my walk toward Kiba's only to be followed by Shikamaru.
"Not too shabby. So, how have you been holding up since that night?"
With that question I froze and turned to face him.
"How do you know what happened?" I growled loudly.
He shrugged, "I don't know the details but Kiba has been a big mess, so I figured something pretty bad must have happened."
"Well, if he's a big mess than why are you asking me how I've been holding up?" I asked inquisitively.
Once again Shikamaru just shrugged at me, "Because I know you Kankuro, you wouldn't hurt him without feeling bad. It's kind of obvious how you feel about the mutt."
I gaped at him, "How is obvious how I feel about the damn guy?"
Shikamaru smiled ruefully, "It's in your eyes"
"My eyes?" I wondered aloud.
"Yup, now go set things right puppet boy," Shikamaru punched me playfully in the shoulder before he ran off.
Scowling, I once again continued on my way to Kiba's house. My body was on auto-pilot and mind was a million miles away as I thought about what I was going to say. There was so much I wanted to tell the younger ninja, but I had to make sure it all came out right because I didn't want to make things worse between us.
In no time I was walking up to Kiba Inuzuka's house; I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in attempt to calm myself down. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to knock, the door swung open. A female who looked similar to Kiba filled the frame and she looked menacing.
"Erm h—hel—hello," I stuttered.
"What the hell are you doing here you fucking asshole?" she bellowed at me.
I didn't even get a chance to reply before I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek. Then I felt my feet leave the ground as I shoved down. What the fuck was going on?
"Hana, what in the hell are you doing?" Another female voice cried out in outrage.
"Getting revenge for my little brother," she snarled.
Her little brother? Kiba had an older sister? That was certainly news to me. Damn it, why is this happening to me? Oh yeah, because I'm a heartless bastard.
"Leave the poor guy alone, we have to get ready to leave," the other female voice said again.
"Get up you wimp," Hana spat at me.
As quickly as possible, I forced my sore body to get up. In front of me stood two ferocious looking women and I cringed on the inside.
"Hana, go get the dogs and we'll leave in a few minutes," the older female demanded of the younger one called Hana.
Hana shot me a glare before she stalked off to do what her mom demanded of her.
When the older women thought Hana was far enough away, she started to talk to me.
"You must be Kankuro. My name is Tsume," she said politely, her tone was conversational.
"Hello Tsume," I responded, my eyes on the ground.
"I'm Kiba's mother," Tsume informed me.
"Oh well, it's very nice to meet you,"
When she responded, I could hear the smile in her voice, "And you as well. I've heard much about you Kankuro; you seem nice enough for my Kiba."
At this my head raised sharply, "Even after what happened?"
Tsume seemed deep in thought and it took her a few moments to respond, "Well, even though you may have hurt him, he still smiles when he speaks, or even so much as thinks of you. Not to mention, the fact that you are here shows you have much integrity."
Her praise, I guess you could call it that, caused me to blush and I stared at the ground again.
"Erm thank you, I think," I murmured weakly.
"You're welcome Kankuro, and he's in his room," Tsume informed me as she walked toward the direction Hana had stalked off to.
When she left I walked inside and went right to Kiba's room. I wanted to just rush right in there and confess my feelings to him, but something stopped me when I got to his door. Instead of just bursting in there, I froze and rested my forehead on the door. Inhaling deeply, I had to think about what I was going to say and what might happen in the event of rejection.
After moments of just standing there, I opened the door as quietly as possible. My heart skipped a beat when I walked into his room because there was Kiba lying in bed fast asleep. I had never seen anyone look so cute, he looked vulnerable and at peace. He must have been talking in his sleep again because he whispered my name just loud enough for me to hear it.
"Oh Kiba," I breathed out quietly.
Right at that moment Kiba twitched, and I held my breath. Would he wake up? With this thought Kiba rolled over so he was facing me and he opened his chocolate brown eyes. At that moment my breathing stopped and I thought I'd faint; Kiba looked so sweet and innocent, like nothing bad had ever happened to him before.
"Kankuro?" He groaned.
"Yes Kiba?" I whispered.
"Is this a dream?" He questioned.
For almost a second I considered lying to him, but I quickly diminished the thought from my mind, I came here to make things right.
"No, this is reality, I'm really here," I responded softly.
At this the younger ninja seemed to instantly awaken, and he peered at me through narrowed eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kiba growled loudly.
"I came here to make things right,"
Kiba snorted and got out of bed. My breath became hitched as I noticed he was only wearing his boxers. His body was still slack from sleep and he was evenly tanned all over the place.
"Make things right for what? Oh yeah, after you fucking broke my damn heart for no fucking reason," he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Yeah that sounds about right but I did have a reason," I replied weakly.
The ninja boy walked over to me angrily and got right in my face, "Oh yeah, what the hell is your lame ass excuse you fucking douche?"
My jaw dropped at his words, "I'm a jackass."
Even though I was kind of angered at his words, I had an insatiable urge to kiss his gorgeous lips. Unable to ignore my urge I leaned into him and kissed him softly. At first Kiba seemed surprised and looked like he wanted to kiss me back, but instead he gave into his anger and slapped me. That son of a bitch slapped me!
I backed up against the door and looked into Kiba's fiery eyes.
"What the fucking hell? I'm so tired of people slapping me damn it," I growled more to myself than him.
"What are you blubbering about?" Kiba sneered at me.
"Is there something wrong with you?"
"Oh no, other than some asshole broke my damn heart," he scoffed.
"I'm so sorry Kiba, that's why I'm here. I want to make things better," I mumbled.
"Make it better how?" he barked roughly.
Instead of responding with words I gave into my urges and I leaned down to kiss him, again. This time instead of smacking me, he kissed me back deeply. My hands snaked around him, and pulled him closer to my body; I could already feel myself growing harder. One of Kiba's hands rested lightly on my neck and the other traveled lightly towards my waist. His tongue began probing my lips, demanding entrance to my mouth. Smirking, I let him enter and our tongues began to fight for dominance. I wanted nothing more than to take control of him and show him who the top dog was.
It seemed like he could sense my intention because Kiba pulled away and frowned at me.
"This is how you plan on making everything better?" He asked in a snarky tone.
"No, but in case I can't make things better and I never see you again after I leave, I wanted to kiss you one last time," I whispered.
Suddenly, all of his facial features changed becoming a hardened impenetrable mask.
"We shouldn't do this," He said mournfully.
"Yeah, I know that, this will probably make things worse" my response was weak.
A thoughtful look crossed Kiba's face and he shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. The question is whether or not you really want to do it, and if so is it worth it."
"Kind of, do you? And Kiba, I think you're worth everything" I said softly.
The features of his face softened considerably at my words, "Honestly, yeah I want this more than anything else,"
"Good," I smiled as we began to kiss again.
We began to move towards the bed, our hands roaming all over each other. I just wanted to rip his boxers off and stare at his lush, naked body. Kiba's hands felt amazing as they tenderly explored my unfamiliar terrain.
"Take your shirt off," he whispered against my lips.
I eagerly complied with his request and ripped it off with no hesitation. At the sight of my bare chest a moan escaped Kiba's swollen lips.
"You are so much sexier when I'm sober,"
Laughing, I attacked his lips again with a desire I hadn't felt for some time. Nothing felt better than to be in the arms of the one I loved and kissing him at the same time, well except maybe when he stopped kissing my lips and moved down to nibble softly on my neck. My fingers ran through his soft, tousled hair and I breathed deeply, he smelt like lust, anger and once again a hint of cinnamon.
His mouth continued on its decent to my chest. The younger ninja seemed to enjoy the taste of my body because he nibbled on every bit of exposed flesh. Shivers danced up and down my spine; I vowed to make Kiba feel this way no matter what it took. Dropping shakily to his knees, Kiba kneeled before me, like a servant kneeled before a king. The hands that were just roaming over my chest now began to fumble with the button of my pants, but for some reason he was shaking so hard that he had trouble unbuttoning them. To help hurry things along, I swatted his hands away and unbuttoned my black jeans and pushed them to the floor.
Now that we were both in just our boxers, we seemed unsure of what to do. Kiba looked up at me from his position on the floor, and he just grinned weakly before he began kissing my body all over again. This time he worked his way up ever so slowly, and I grew weak in the knees in anticipation of all the things that would come. Those lips of his wreaked havoc on me, every lick, kiss and love bite made me grow harder, and I just wanted to skip the foreplay.
When he finally made it to my mouth, all I could really do was kiss him and that was exactly what I did. My lips quickly found his and our kiss was rough, a mess of lips, teeth and tongue; our arms were wound around each other and it was almost as if we couldn't close enough. Unfortunately, this night just seemed like the first night, except he wasn't drunk so he wouldn't be hung over in the morning; I wanted things to be different, so I took control. I shoved him roughly onto the bed and quickly straddled him, digging my knees into his sides. He grunted softly and I just smiled before I leaned down and started sucking on his neck. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I decided to bite him hard enough to draw blood, and then when the crimson droplets began to form and stain his bronzed skin, I licked them with my tongue and sealed it with a kiss, to make it all better. After I was done 'cleaning' his neck, I decided that I would finally lick every inch of Kiba's torso, and I would take my sweet time doing it.
First I started with his upper torso. I kissed my way down to his left nipple and began to massage it with my tongue until it grew hard. After it was hard enough for satisfaction, I began to nibble and suckle softly; all the while Kiba is making sounds in the back of his throat. When I grew bored with the left one, I moved on to the right side and repeated my actions again. When I was fully satisfied that his chest area was taken care of, I moved down to his navel.
Unable to help myself, I licked almost every inch of available skin; kissing him like this was so delectable and fun. However, as fun as this was there was one thing I wanted to spend far more time with. Moving off of Kiba's hips, I wedged myself between his knees and smiled at him.
"Having a good time?" I questioned.
Before he had a chance to respond, I was tearing down his boxers to expose his throbbing erection. Kiba's very tempting, sumptuous naked body lay before me, just like I wanted; it should almost be against the law to look this good. Unable to control myself any longer, I leaned down and ran my tongue over the head of his member; he tasted so good, better then I imagined. Wanting to taste more, I licked all the way to base of his shaft and back up, and then I took his whole dick in my mouth. When I looked up at Kiba, the expression on his face was filled lustful passion and this drove me on.
I began to move my head, up and down while my tongue swirled around his head. My teeth gently scarped the sides of his member, driving Kiba wild making him groan loudly; the louder he grew the faster I went, and I watched as he began to writher. However, the moment he called out my name, I stopped and removed my mouth. The look on his face went from lustful, to pissed in a mere second, but before he spoke I held my hand up.
"You want to be on top?" I asked simply as if it was no big deal, but for me it kind of was because I was giving up control.
His eyes bugged out, but he nodded eagerly and sat up so we could change spots. Sighing heavily, I rolled over on my stomach and got on my hands and knees. All of a sudden Kiba's soft hands were softly rubbing my back, trying to help me relax.
"It doesn't hurt that long. Do you want me to stretch you first?" He asked, trying to be nice.
I knew he just wanted to start now, so I only thought momentarily, "No, just do it, I'm ready."
Instead of responding verbally, Kiba just pushed himself up near my entrance. Tightly gripping the white bed sheets, I braced myself as Kiba entered me inch, by torturously, delicious inch. At first it kind of hurt, even though his dick was wet from my saliva, but as he began to slowly move the pain began to mingle with a slight pleasure. Ever so slowly, Kiba began to build his pace and he grabbed my hips to help keep him steady; while he was gripping my hands he began to rock them with his tempo, encouraging me help him slightly. Sweat began to form over my body as the pleasure rose, and my own erection began to beg for attention.
"Touch me Kiba," I whimpered, those were pretty much the exact words that he uttered to me when I took him.
Wanting to please me too, Kiba reached around and grabbed my aching dick. His hand began to move in time with his thrusts and he grunted softly. The feel of his hand on me sent me into a sensory overload and I began to say his name. Everything felt so much better now, the feel of the sheets beneath us, the feel of him thrusting in and out of my body, the feel of his soft hand moving on my shaft. Even though I didn't want to be done, I could feel my body begin to quiver as I began the final part of my trek to my peak; Kiba must have been closer because he increased his pace almost tenfold.
Within moments of his increased pace I could feel Kiba begin to empty himself into me. I didn't want this to be over yet, but with the feeling of Kiba finishing inside of me pushed me over the edge. Kiba kept rubbing me even as I came all over his hand, and he didn't stop until I was finished. By the time I finished with my climax, Kiba was completely spent and lounging on my back.
"Done?" He questioned softly. All I could manage was a small nod.
With that Kiba removed his dick and collapsed on the bed; without him in me anymore all I felt was empty inside. When I fell next to him on the bed, Kiba swung a hand over my sweaty chest.
"Damn, that was great. And that's not how you planned on fixing things?" He mused aloud.
Glancing over at him, I looked into his eyes, "No, I had something else in the mind."
Kiba just nodded at me, "Before you tell me what your original plan was, can I ask you something?"
"You just did,"
"No, I mean a real serious question,"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Why did you leave me in the first place?"
I went still and held my breath for a second, "Well, that night you were talking in your sleep and you said something that really freaked me out."
Kiba sat up and looked down on me, "What did I say?"
"You said that you loved me,"
"I said that I loved you and you ran because of that? That's it, you're sure?" His tone was curious instead of mad, like I had expected.
"Yeah, why else would I have left?" I questioned.
Laughing, he rest his head on my chest, "I thought you left because I was lousy in bed or something."
"What? No, you were amazing Kiba, I wouldn't leave because of that," I growled.
"Well, your note wasn't specific and I didn't know what I said in my sleep," he grunted.
"I really am sorry about that," I whispered.
"It's old news, so how did you plan on making things better?" He inquired.
This time I was the one to sit up, and looked him straight in the eyes, "By telling you the truth, and the truth is that Kiba Inuzuka, I love you."
He sat up hurriedly, "Really you mean that?"
I just nodded, unable to speak at the moment. The excitement he felt lit every feature on his face and he threw his arms around me.
"I love you too," his response was loud, happy. Crushing his lips to mine, he fell on the bed, taking me with him.
"How about that post-sex cuddle I owe you?" Kiba teased.
Grinning, I threw an arm under his shoulders and he laid his head back on my chest. For the longest time the two of just laid there wrapped in each other's arms and just talked. We chatted about everything, and nothing, how our relationship would and wouldn't change things. After some time I noticed that he was rubbing his head into my chest rather hard.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Rubbing my scent on you," he responded.
"Why?"
"To mark you as mine,"
"Okay then," I said as I yawned.
"You should go to sleep, I'd understand if you were tired," Kiba spoke softly, a mere whisper.
"Mm, yeah, good night," I murmured as I closed my eyes.
This time I was the first one to fall asleep.