Barely 2 o'clock in the morning, it was clear that everyone in the village had gone inside for the night. The streets were almost hauntingly bare, a few street lights lit the roads just enough to guide the way of any passersby. The two boys left behind created their own trail of dishevelled footprints in the dirt as they stumbled their way to Shikamaru's house. Taking advantage of the absence of people, they could not resist the urge to kiss each other's lips at every corner they turned. Shikamaru had even pinned Kiba against a brick wall, much to the surprise of Kiba himself. He kept him pinned for a considerable amount of time, not wanting this moment of dominance to end. It was not very often Kiba allowed Shikamaru to take control of him, but when he did, Shikamaru grasped the moment, savouring all he could.

Finally making it to their destination, Shikamaru pressed a finger to his lips, urging Kiba to keep quiet as he slowly opened the front door. Kiba smiled to himself, as Shikamaru would have to be the one to control his voice in just a matter of time.

Closing the door to his bedroom, Shikamaru crossed his arms, leaning against the door as he looked Kiba up and down. Kiba was busy eyeing up Shikamaru's possessions, raising an eyebrow towards him every few seconds. His room was almost immaculate, the floor cleared of any loose objects.

"What?" Shikamaru's voice was a little agitated, his cheeks growing pink.

"Nothing" Kiba smirked. "You're just so. Clean. Never expected your room to look like this"

"I may be lazy but not when it comes to my personal space"

Shikamaru made his way to his bed, laying down in a sigh and resting his head in his hands. He left the lights off; the moon had lit the room quite well. He watched as Kiba looked at him with a sexy glint in his eyes. He hadn't noticed how Kiba's hands were groping the drawer, not taking his gaze away from Shikamaru's.

"Come over here" Shikamaru's voice was smooth and barley a whisper.

Kiba smiled back at him, still fondling the handle of the drawer that Shikamaru had still failed to notice.

"I don't know." he said coyly "I like the way you look right now, lying by yourself"

"Yeah?" Shikamaru began to slide his right hand down his chest, slightly squeezing his nipple through his shirt as he went down. Kiba met his gaze, Shikamaru smirked at him as he slipped a thumb into his pants, pulling them down slightly, arching his body in a sexy manner.

Kiba bit the corner of his bottom lip, his hand still clutched to the drawer handle. "Pull those fucking pants down, Shikamaru" his voice came out as a low, dark tone which was never his intent.

Shikamaru chuckled slowly, unbuckling his belt, making sure to look as sexy as possible, although trying wasn't really his strong suit. Kiba gulped lightly as he watched the dark haired boy unzip his pants, very very slowly dragging them passed his hips. Shikamaru's body seemed to almost glow from the rays of the moonlight beaming in through the window. The indents in his hips soaked up the white moonlight, his muscles perfectly flexed, creating shadows in all the right places. He dipped his hand into the front of his pants, fishing around for a few seconds until he flopped his dick into view. Kiba slicked his top lip wet with his tongue, feeling his warm blood rush through his veins. It seemed all the blood in his body wanted to flow immediately into his cock, like it was a race to get there. He could feel every heartbeat, every cock throbbing moment of anticipation. As much as it killed him not to pounce onto the bed and have his way with Shikamaru, Kiba knew he could have so much fun with this.

"Jerk yourself off" Kiba demanded, noticing the slight jolt of Shikamaru's body at the sudden sound of his voice.

Shikamaru followed his orders, curling his hand around his erection, stroking it up and down. "I'd rather have you do this for me"

"No, I want to watch you do it" Kiba's erection was quickly pressing against his pants, he wanted nothing more than to release it, but his control was stronger than ever.

Shikamaru's head leaned back with a moan, his pace had quickened and his hips wiggled slightly. He watched Kiba through his eyes, barley two slits. He knew very well Kiba wouldn't be able to resist him any longer; he had never lasted more than five minutes before. "Come here, babe. You know you don't want me to have all the fun"

"I'm not done watching you yet, sexy. Fuck yourself"

"What?!"

"With your fingers, Shikamaru."

Shikamaru scoffed, sliding his free hand down his body, between his thighs, then under his balls. He jerked his hips forward, adjusting to a new angle which allowed for easier access. His other hand still worked sloppily up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, baby if only I had a camera" Kiba's voice only strained, he resisted the urge to bring his hand to his pants.

Shikamaru slipped his middle finger into himself, feeling the muscles squeeze around it. He moaned quietly as he then slipped in his index finger, moving them both in and out, feeling his own ridges squeeze against them.

Looking back at Kiba, he bit his lip at the sight of his cock now protruding from his pants. "Can you just get the fuck over here already?"

Kiba snickered. "Keep stroking, Nara"

Shikamaru sighed, knowing it was better to keep going along with Kiba rather than try to change his mind. He spread his legs further, adding in his ring finger now, rapidly penetrating his three fingers again and again. His wrist had strengthened its stability, the grip of his hand tightening as he stroked ferociously.

"Uh. fuuck. uuhh." Shikarmaru moaned loudly, purposely making eye contact with Kiba, trying his best to entice him.

Kiba smirked back down at him, not being able to resist that adorable moan. He immediately ripped off his shirt, unbuckled his pants then stripped them off.

Kiba had finally decided to open the drawer, knowing exactly what kind of things he would find, ripping his eyes away from the boy on the bed. His eyes landed immediately to the contents of the drawer. He smiled, and then chuckled loudly.

"A dildo, Nara? Really? Aren't I enough for you?" He said as he waved the sex toy in front of his face, mockingly.

Shikamaru tore his hands from his body, propping himself up onto his elbows. His cheeks had rapidly turned pink. "I. Uh... I can explain that"

Kiba mounted the bed, both knees on either side of Shikamaru's body. "I think we can have some fun with this" he said, still flopping it back and forth in a mocking manner.

Shikamaru bit his lip, his cheeks still as pink as ever. "Do we have to?"

Kiba chuckled "You don't get a choice"

Kiba looked back into the drawer, which was fully equipped with lube, vibrators and a few various sized dildos. "You are such a whore!" he said playfully.

Shikamaru laughed it off, trying to grab the dildo from Kiba's hand, playfully wrestling with him, gripping firmly onto his wrists. "I'm not a whore just cause I like to pleasure myself"

"Okay okay" Kiba said quietly as he leaned down close to Shikamaru's face. "You're my whore" he said before abruptly kissing him, immediately feeling the grip on his wrists loosen as soon as their lips clashed.

"So are we gonna have fun with this or what?" Kiba said as he flopped the dildo back and forth in his hand.

Shikamaru contemplated this, knowing very well that his opinion didn't matter; Kiba would still do to him as he pleased. "You know where the lube is, babe"

Kiba's wide spread smile was a definite indication of his over excitement. Out of the many bottles of lube in the drawer, he had randomly selected an orange flavoured one. Before tossing the bottle, he squirted the lube directly to the dildo, spreading it carefully with his tongue.

"Mmm. This tastes so good." Kiba's voice was gruff as he leaned down to kiss Shikamaru, letting him taste the tangy orange flavour.

"Fuck me now? Please?" Shikamaru moaned, pleading.

Kiba smirked, and then leaned down to kiss him again without saying a word. He moved the dildo down between Shikamaru's legs without taking his lips away. He wiggled the lube-slicked sex toy against Shikamaru's tight hole, slipping a moan into their kiss.

Twisting the dildo into Shikamaru, Kiba dragged his lips down passed the other chūnin's jaw, pressing light kisses along his jawline until he reached his neck. Bringing out his fanged teeth, Kiba very slightly bit down onto Shikamaru's skin, feeling his throat vibrate with another moan. He pushed the dildo all the way in, bringing it back slowly, then pushing it back, feeling the vibrations of Shikamaru's moans on his lips.

"I thought we were supposed to be quiet?" Kiba said as he looked down at Shikamaru with an eyebrow raised.

"Fuck it" Shikamaru said gruffly as he pulled Kiba into his lips yet again, feeling Kiba's hand quicken his pace with the dildo, moaning into his mouth louder than before, gasping for air as he ripped away.

"Ah! Kiba what the fuck!" Shikamaru growled as he felt Kiba rip the dildo from his body, it didn't feel good, but it definitely didn't feel horrible.

"I thought this was what you wanted?" Kiba said shrewdly as he grabbed his dick, guiding it to Shikamaru's lube-oozing hole and pushing through with a sharp thrust.

Shikamaru's back arched as Kiba thrust in, not intending the loud cry that burst out of his mouth. Kiba didn't waste a single moment in beginning to thrust ruthlessly, whether Shikamaru was in pain or not. Shikamaru couldn't move his body; he was pinned beneath Kiba's weight as he struggled to move in some way. He felt as though he had been fucked against his will, as if Kiba had forced himself onto him without consent, trapped beneath Kiba's strength. But he knew all too well he craved the way Kiba took him, owned him even, fucking him in that animalistic way that made his muscles flex rigid beneath his skin.

Shikamaru cried out suddenly, his prostate was hit full force, his voice higher than usual and the words coming from it were indistinguishable, even to him.

"You sound like such a fucking slut" Kiba grunted, his monstrous eyes beating down at his lover.

Shikamaru did not reply, he knew what Kiba had said was not out of spite, but a spur of the moment impulse.

Kiba usually did things without warning, especially in bed. Shikamaru knew what to expect but in all reality he had no fucking clue what Kiba's next move would be, unless of course he would promptly inform him. Much to Shikamaru's surprise, Kiba had pulled him along the sheets, his head no longer supported by his pillow. He pulled out, leaving Shikamaru in a whimper.

"Turn over" Kiba growled, watching impatiently as Shikamaru struggled slightly to adjust his body to accommodate Kiba's demands.

"Ah!" Shikamaru was caught off guard by Kiba thrusting into him again. He definitely felt pain, but when Kiba hit that certain angle, it was all worth it. He could feel Kiba's hands gliding across his back, in an act of comfort.

"I love you, Shikamaru" Kiba had whispered against Shikamaru's ear, leaning down so that his stomach was flat across the other boy's back. He continued to thrust, very slowly, taking his time to caress Shikamaru's skin, dragging his nails along his thigh ever so softly.

"Heh… I love you too, Kiba" Shikamaru whisper back, his cheeks flushing pink as he smiled to himself.

Suddenly, Kiba had reached out to Shikamaru's hair, pulling his very messy ponytail free, stroking his fingers through it, smirking at the sound of Shikamaru's moan as he did so. He had to admit, from this angle, Shikamaru very much resembled a female, but knew very well how very masculine Shikamaru could be.

He leaned back a little, beginning to thrust faster again, grasping onto Shikamaru's hip with his left hand while curling his right hand around the long haired boy's dick.

Shikamaru gasped, his breath sped up, he could feel it. It rushed through him like he had just jumped off a 10 foot jump. He groaned Kiba's name, balling his fists into the sheet, hearing Kiba's voice behind him at the same time made his orgasm just that much better.

THE END

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