Rules of Matchmaking #7 – Present a Challenge
Kiba looked down at Shikamaru and shuddered. The man beneath him was lying in his bed, half underneath him, panting softly, his long dark spread out on his pillow. He was staring up at him with desire hooding his eyes instead of laziness; he was flushed and sweating – falling prey to the lust that was rapidly consuming them both. Kiba reached out and traced a finger along one of the bruised bites that marked the man's collarbone and along his chest. Kami, he couldn't explain the possessive feelings, the absolute pleasure he took from seeing these marks on this man. The way he in particular smelled. That Shikamaru was walking around in the world with his mark on him was driving him wild – he couldn't explain and he didn't want to try and begin deciphering his feelings at the present.
Before Kiba realized it what was happening – Shikamaru's mouth was reaching up to kiss him, his lips firm and demanding. The man deepened the kiss, and he lost the feel of his lips, enjoying the sensation of the other man's his skilled tongue against his own. When he eventually pulled away and lowered his head back to the pillow, his lips looked bruised and well kissed – Kiba was breathing hard and there was a steady heat pooling in my groin. Fuck – Shikamaru was a good kisser.
Kiba growled and lowered his head. He found himself biting the Nara's neck again until he heard him groaning underneath him.
"-nngh!" Shikamaru gasped while arching into Kiba's touch.
The purely primal nature of the sound resonated Kiba's pulse surge; he dipped down his head down lower to taste and smell more of this man. His skin was warm and salty and smelled amazing. Inhaling deeply, he took in his rich scent and let it fill him. Scents were very erotic to the Inuzuka. Kami, this man smelled…like his. His hand traveled down the dip of his chest to his flat stomach, his fingers moving over his rippling muscles slowly. Kiba was swollen painfully hard, but he was also burdened with guilt from their last time. He wanted…make this more special somehow.
Kiba ran his fingers over Shikamaru's arms lightly; using teasing touches that he hoped would drive him mad. Every once and awhile stopping to kiss and lick, nipping and nibbling. His hands were calloused from hard labor around the compound, working with the dogs, from fighting, from too many close calls with kunais over the years. He ran the roughed pads of his fingers down Shikamaru's white chest and abdomen, watching the flesh rise up, watching the man watch him – watching his breathe hitch, watching his eyes glaze over, watching Shikamaru lick his lips.
He scratched slow patterns over his chest, circling around his dark nipples twice before bringing his nails over them torturously slow. Kiba continued to work his fingers and nails over the man's body, bringing them down over his stomach, across his hips, down his thighs, and back up the insides of his legs – stopping when he was inches away from his throbbing member. Shikamaru's hips bucked slightly, straining upwards.
"Kiba…" Shikamaru exhaled and shot an exasperated look at him from beneath heavily lidded, barely open eyes.
Kiba grinned. He abruptly gripped the base of Shikamaru's arousal and appraised it silently. It was practically a piece of art. Far larger than he had remembered (since his memory of that day was very hazy), and it was the same beautiful white as the rest of the man. Unable to wait any longer, he flicked his tongue over the tip and tasted the clear droplets of liquid that had gathered there. He tasted even better than he looked. Kiba closed his eyes and let his tongue slide along the underside of his length, over the gently pulsing vein.
Kiba swirled his tongue lightly around the tip before closing his mouth around him, drawing him into the wet warmth of his mouth and making the Nara man reach down clench the sheets between his fists. He swallowed as much of him as he could before sucking lightly and slowly pulling his mouth back up his length. A soft moan sounded from Shikamaru, so he repeated the movement, desperate to hear that sound again.
Then a hand reached down and gripped Kiba's hair painfully and forcibly pulled him up to meet his gaze.
"Kiba." Shikamaru began his voice deceptively calm, his eyes deceptively placid. "While I appreciate the foreplay and all, I think you can see that I'm not a woman." He paused. "Can you please stop treating me like I'm made of glass or something?"
He swallowed and stared the other man. "Fuck. I was…just trying to make up for the other…you know…because I was so…rough last time." Kiba blushed and felt his shoulders slump and looked away.
"Troublesome." Shikamaru sighed and rolled his eyes. "Che…I thought I told you I liked it?" He arched an eyebrow at the dog-nin.
Kiba reached a hand up and scratched his head, unable to conceal the look of surprise on his face. He remembered Shika saying something like that, but the implications of it hadn't really sunk into his brain at the time. He cursed at himself internally, wishing he was as smart as someone like Shikamaru so he could say something clever and sexy. Instead he just looked down at the other man and blinked. Fuck, he was hot! Damnit, he couldn't think at all right now.
"Kiba, please, I need you now." Shikamaru said, reaching down to pull off Kiba's paw-print boxers. He kicked out of the boxers and they fell to the ground.
He growled and gripping Shikamaru's hips painfully; turning the man to face down onto the bed and pressed his naked body flush against his. The scent of his skin rose up and mingled with mine, making Kiba's heat surge unexpectedly. His mouth worked over the white skin of his back, his tongue trailing over the white expanse of his back. Reaching forward, he grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand, flipping open the cap and pouring some out into his hand. In one fluid movement, he applied the liquid onto his aching erection, coating it amply before moving to position myself at Shikamaru's entrance.
Shikamaru strained a bit then, moving backwards slightly, wiggling his hips unconsciously. He raised his hips in front of him, granting him access to his waiting backside. Kiba's hands moved down the curving dip of his lower back, coming to rest at his waist and holding him tight. Moving forward, he slowly sank his arousal into the tight, wet heat awaiting him. Throwing his head back, he relished the feeling of Shikamaru's body tightly enveloping the length of him, gradually slipping forward inch by inch. A slow tremor worked through Kiba when his hips met the ones in front of him, the whole of his erection buried deep inside Shikamaru's body.
"Fuck!" Kiba groaned. "So tight…oh…Shikamaru!"
Kiba leaned forward and pressed his stomach against Shikamaru's back, rubbing his nose his gorgeous hair and inhaling his scent. He shuddered. Damnit, he smelled so good! Moving back up so that he was kneeling upright, he tangled one hand in his hair and gripped his hip tightly with the other. Slowly, Kiba pulled back out of him, stilling for a brief moment before moving forward again. A low growl escaped his lips, and he felt Shika's body gradually relax around him. Gradually, his movements began to entice the pleasure from the Nara's body, and within a few strokes, he was writhing his hips and rocking back onto him with each of his thrusts.
The pleasure was intense… like a roaring fire through Kiba's veins. A slow heat was pooling in his groin, and he knew that he would probably not last exceptionally long. Kiba fisted his fingers in Shikamaru's hair, pulling roughly and yanking the man's head up, stretching his gorgeous neck; he had to see the bites. Leaning forward, he dipped in and bit that neck sharply, again, pressing his lips to his flesh and creating a gradual suction. He tightened his grip on the man, fucking him, pushing him back onto me and hearing him moaning throatily.
"Kiba!" Shikamaru moaned. "-damnit…fuck!…primal!"
The moan drew a string of responses from Kiba's own body, most of them unbidden. His thrusts into Shikamaru's body grew faster and more urgent, pressing him deeper into the mattress with every thrust. The grip he had on his hair tightened, to the point of drawing pain, as did the hold he had on his hip. Kiba rocked into him fiercely, shaking his body with every move forward. Shikamaru was moaning with each thrust, his eyes closed and his hands gripped the headboard so tightly that his knuckles were a mix of purple and white.
Kiba felt his release starting to build, and adjusted his strokes to hit that spot within Shikamaru that only he knew existed. Rocking into it hard, he drew out a series of low growls and deep moans from the body beneath him, the shoulders shuddering with each breath he took. Releasing his grip on his hair, Kiba held the man's white hips with both hands, slamming into him a little harder, hitting his sweet spot with each thrust. He reached around with one hand and stroked the man's cock, making him gasp in pleasure.
"Kiba…Kiba…primal!" Shikamaru murmured incoherently.
Kiba idly wondered what this primal business was. He would have to ask him about it later.
Soon enough Kiba's fist was just a blur on Shika's cock, and he had that slim body taut and trembling and ready to explode. Shikamaru screamed and spilled, hot and sticky on his pillow, over Kiba's fist, but he didn't stop stroking him; not until the last spasm pulsed through Shikamaru's cock.
"Shikamaru!" he howled. "Fuck!"
A purely primal growl worked up from Kiba's chest and through his lips as his own orgasm washed over him. His body tensed and released around him, pushing him over his own edge into ecstasy. The pleasure mounted to an unbearable peak, and a soft moan fell from his lips as he fell forward to clutch at the body beneath him, his body shaking with the force of his release.
"Fuck!" he shuddered again and pulled Shikamaru into his arms, little aftershocks of lust and ecstasy still coursing through is body. His body was still tingling. He tossed the dirty pillow on the ground, closed his eyes and pulled the blankets up around them and kissed the other man on the forehead, his eyes, his cheeks. Shikamaru was boneless and drained complied, for once silent.
"Fuuuck." Kiba shuddered once again, his dick still half hard, body still electric. The scent of this man was perfect. He nuzzled him and closed his eyes.
Shikamaru adjusted himself in his arms and wrapped his leg around his.
Kiba peeked a single eye at the Nara man. He held his breath and whispered. "Can you spend the night?"
"Yeah, yeah." Shikamaru smiled softly. "I'd love to."
Hours later morning light slanted in through his window and Kiba woke to two very cold feet pressed against his calves. He frowned. He also had an arm around his waist and a very warm body pressed against him. What the? Then he remembered the previous night and it all came back to him. Oh yeah…I'm in bed with Shikamaru. That sounds so weird, he thought to himself. But, fuck, it had been good. Ne, amazing! Kiba was reminded of that conversation he had had with Kakashi-san all those months ago on that mission when the copy-nin had asked him he'd ever done Shikamaru in his classroom. What had possessed that man to ask him such a question?
"You're thinking, Kiba." Shikamaru said, pulling the hand away from where it had been laying around his waist.
Kiba suddenly felt cold. He wanted to yank the hand back but their relationship, if it was one, felt too new. He felt awkward and self-conscious.
"Huh?" Kiba said, flipping over in bed to lay flat, arms crossed behind his head.
Shikamaru leaned up on one shoulder. He looked down at him. "I can hear the gears grinding in your head."
Kiba snorted. "I'm not the one who's always thinking twenty moves ahead, Shika. I'm usually two steps behind and flat on my ass."
"I'll try again, then." Shikamaru paused, a ghost of a smile on his face. "What were you thinking about?"
"Your classroom." Kiba said with a toothy smile.
Shikamaru laughed. "Really, now? What a drag."
He pouted. "What's wrong with your classroom?"
Surprisingly, the Nara man sat up and straddled Kiba then looked down at him. "Nothing, it's just…so predictable! And if Kakashi-san hears of it, I'll never hear the end of it. I'm sick to death of the rabid squirrel jokes."
Kiba quirked an eyebrow. "Rabid squirrel jokes?"
Shika sighed and gestured to the bites on his neck. "That's what he calls these."
The Inuzuka man chuckled.
"It's not funny!" Shikamaru grunted and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Troublesome."
Suddenly Kiba's bedroom door opened and Hana Inuzuka's head poked in. Shikamaru scrambled to pull the blankets up as he realized he was naked, straddling Kiba's equally naked form.
"Kiba-kun! Shikamaru-kun…Good morning!" Hana drawled lazily, looking around his room. "How was the party last night?"
When she didn't go away, and continued to stare, Kiba growled angrily at her. "Can I help you, Hana!"
"Breakfast is ready, dearest brother." Hana smirked.
"Thank-you, Hana!" He shouted and reached down and tossed the first thing he could find at her. It was his pillow. Oh, shit. No, no, no! But the pillow was already out of his hand and flying through the air.
When the pillow hit her face – she made a sour face as Kiba was pretty sure she could smell what was on it. She was Inuzuka and the pillow was covered with Shikamaru's come from last night.
"Dearest brother, I see you want to play pranks today!" Hana grinned enthusiastically. "See you at breakfast!"
Kiba feared the sadistic glint in her eyes. Shit-!
"No, Hana!" He was saying when she closed the door. Kiba laid his head down on his bed and groaned. Damn his sister, and all sisters everywhere!
"Pranks?" Shikamaru said curiously, looking at him.
"Let's get dressed quick." Kiba said, sliding out of bed walking over to his dresser. "Did you want to borrow some clothing?"
In a few minutes, he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, desire slamming into him as he loved the look of Shikamaru wearing his pants and his t-shirt. Both of them were too big on him and he wanted to rip them both off and fuck him right there as they walked down the hall way, no, forget that, he wanted to take him back to bed right now. But he didn't. Kiba kept walking behind him watching the way his pert ass moved in his pants. Somehow he had found something to tie his hair back into a loose pony tail.
They walked into the Inuzuka kitchen; there was a large table with two benches on either side of it. His mom was standing at the stove cooking. Hana was setting the table for the four of them, smirking like she didn't have anything planned – Kiba narrowed his eyes at her. He turned to glance sideways at Shikamaru. He was blushing. Kami, he looked fucking hot when he blushed.
"Good morning, Kiba." Tsume Inuzuka said with a bright smile. "Nice to see you, Shikamaru. You are always welcome, of course."
Both Kiba and Shikamaru blushed.
Kiba knew his Mother knew why Shikamaru was there…what they had done. It was…embarrassing! He took a seat and Shika sat down next to him calmly. He took a deep breath. Okay, he could do this. It couldn't be that embarrassing. So what? He'd never had anyone spend the night before except for sleepovers when he was a kid. This wasn't that different, right? Just keep telling yourself that, Kiba, he mentally prepared himself.
Then his mom was dishing out plates of tamagoyaki, bowls of stir fried veggies, steamed rice and they were all eating happily. After a few minutes of eating Hana turned towards him.
"Did you sleep well, Kiba?" Hana waggled her eyebrows.
Kiba choked on the snow pea in his mouth. Seriously! His mother had to come up behind him and pound on his back vigorously. Hana just sat across from him giving him her little smirk.
"Hana, don't tease your brother." His mother ordered after she sat down again. "Go catalogue the immunizations in the kennel, please. I want to talk to Kiba."
"But Mom…!" Hana sulked. "I didn't finish my breakfast…"
Tsume pointed her finger towards the door and Hana stood but she gave Kiba one last snort. Once alone, she turned on the young men.
"I assume Iruka-sensei spoke with you both?" She said lightly.
Kiba glanced at Shikamaru, he'd forgotten about that actually. But the Nara man was nodding.
"I read the book as well. It was very informative." Shikamaru stated as he set his chopsticks down. "Iruka suggested that I should."
His mom was nodding, looking surprisingly pleased.
"What book?" Kiba looked confused between them.
"What do you think Yoshino is going to say?" His Mother said, tapping her nails on the table. She looked perceptively at his friend.
Shikamaru sighed and gripped the table painfully. "Probably that I'm a failure to her and the family. Again."
Kiba frowned and looked in confusion at Shikamaru. A failure? How was he a failure? He was the smartest person in the whole village. He was a teacher but he also planned the village's defense and battle strategies. He was successful and handsome and brilliant. How could Shikamaru's Mother possibly think of him as failure? He scratched his head and put an arm around him before he could stop himself.
"I think you're pretty damn perfect, Shika." Kiba said pulling him a little closer on the bench, forgetting that his Mother was sitting across from him.
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Shikamaru knew he should go home after he left Kiba's but…it was still early and he was too nervous to face his parent's. So he found his feet tracing the cobblestone path to Iruka's place. He knocked on the door and after a few moments a flushed Iruka answered the door. His shirt was on backwards, and his ponytail was crooked but he smiled happily at him.
Shikamaru pretended not to notice either of these things. At least Kakashi-san did not appear to be at home. Maybe he had interrupted Iruka from a nap.
"Good afternoon, Shikamaru." Iruka said, scratched at his scar. "I assume you want a rule?"
"Yeah, yeah." He said. "Can I come in?"
Iruka fidgeted in the doorway and peered back over his shoulder. He rubbed the back of his head. "Uhhh, sure."
Shikamaru glanced at his ex-sensei curiously and walked into the apartment. He kicked off his sandals courteously.
"How was the party last night?" Iruka asked politely.
"Great…" Shikamaru said unable to hide the smile that crept up on his face.
"Great, ne?" Iruka elbowed him in the side as he walked past. The elder man snickered. "I take it Kiba liked your costume…?"
"Tch." Shikamaru handed the sack he had been carrying over to Iruka. It was the leather pants. Iruka took the bag and peered into it. He nodded when he spied the contents. "Thank you for letting me borrow them."
"Anytime, Shikamaru." Iruka smiled and leaned sat on an arm of the couch. "Today's rule…The 8th Rule is: Present a Challenge."
"A challenge?" The Nara man grunted. "Are you seriously telling me to play hard to get?"
"Not exactly. I'm just saying that that one shouldn't mistake initial interest as a signal to latch onto a person right away. Three dates does not a relationship make. Don't press a guy to talk about his feelings. Do make it clear that while he's a welcome addition to your life, he's not the whole enchilada." Iruka paused. "Of course, this is all subject for change once you've been dating for a while and the relationship becomes more serious."
Shikamaru nodded.
Just then, Kakashi opened the bedroom door and leaned against the doorjamb. He was henged as a teenager …wearing his mask and a school uniform-!
"Oh…Sensei…!" Kakashi-san said wickedly. "I've been so naughty! I think I deserve detention…"
Shikamaru looked horrified from Iruka who was blushing furiously but mostly looking lustily at Kakashi-san.
"Oh, you know I'm right here, right?" He groaned and marched over to the door to put on his sandals and walked to the door. The two teachers weren't even paying attention to him anymore. They were both so perverted-! "What a drag!"
He left their apartment and took a deep breath of fresh air. It was still early evening. Not even sunset. His parents would still be awake. At home. They had to have heard by now. Gossip this good would had to have traveled to his Mother's ears. She had to know. His limbs feeling leaden, he felt his body carrying him home almost without realizing it. He walked through the front doors into the foyer and into the living room. Both of his parents were sitting on the couch. His mother's eyes looked red.
Shikamaru hovered in the entryway to the living room; his eye's skittered away from her face, focusing instead on the mountain scene painted on the fusuma behind his parents. Yes, Shikamaru, just focus on that.
"I heard an interesting rumor today, Shikamaru." His Mother said in a strained voice.
She was looking at him, but he didn't flinch.
"The ladies at the hair salon couldn't wait to tell me all about it…" She continued. "Apparently you said and did some very disgusting things at some chuunin party last night."
Shikamaru took a deep breath and looked at his Father. His eyes were warm, surprisingly encouraging. He felt tears wanting to prickle at him, but he didn't surrender to them. He took another shuddering breath and forced himself to look at his Mother.
"Mother, yes, I did." Shikamaru's right hand balled into a fist unconsciously.
His mother was crying and she buried her face in his Father's chest. His dad looked at him and sighed. This wasn't going to be resolved tonight.
"I'm sorry I'm such a failure to you at every turn." Shikamaru said bitterly. "But…I really like Kiba. And…it's not disgusting."
He left the living room and went upstairs. From his bed he could lay and see the last of the clouds tinged pink as the sun set for the night.
