Hello my lovely readers!
I apologise for not updating this sooner, but I've never written a chapter like this before.
There wasn't going to be anything less than perfect, so I had to take a fair while on it.
It's a fair bit explicit, and lemons are to be had, so pleased, be warned.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 7 – Breathe


Loud music, the smell of sweat, alcohol, and perfume. This was Shuuya and as Kiba, Misaki, and Aisa stepped inside the nightclub, Kiba was amazed, Misaki was bored, and Aisa was excited. The place was crowded and Misaki was certain that there wasn't a sober person in the club. Aisa grinned and clapped her hands in joy as Kiba chuckled at both her and Misaki who was glowering with arms crossed over her chest.

They went straight up to the bar and Misaki ordered for them since she was the only one the bartenders always recognised. No surprise, she ordered not just three, but five drinks, three being for herself and the other two for Aisa and Kiba. One was gone in all of a split second and the other two were gone just as quickly and she got two more before leaving the bar.

After spying a bunch of girls getting up and going to the toilet, they snatched up the table even though there was one girl left, who had stayed to mind said table, but literally ran off to join her friends after a single glare from the small, black-haired woman in the trio.

Kiba didn't recognise any of the people or any of the music, but he could feel the adrenalin and the excitement of doing something he had never done before was kicking in, especially the fact that he was getting various glares from other guys because of the woman whose company he was in and he felt smug at the glares and the scoffs that were directed at Aisa and Misaki for the same, yet opposite reason.

He nearly keeled over when Misaki glared with the very depths of hell shining in her eyes at a woman who tried to talk to him until she got the message and ran off, and tried not to smile as he saw the slight confusion pass through her eyes. Aisa ignored it and showed nothing on her face, but inside she was squealing with delight, hoping that Misaki might finally becoming a little less oblivious to her own feelings.

The blonde knew the shorter girl well enough by now, even with all her swagger and what not, to figure out that she was becoming increasingly confused as to why she continued to look at Kiba, even just idly, when it was not necessary. She also seemed even more confused about Kiba doing small things such as opening a door for her, smiling a little when he caught her eye, watching her with an intense gaze as she performed and making sure that he at least put one hand on her at some point when they were in public.

She was chuckling on the inside, as she watched them stare at each other in a silent battle of unknown wits. Neither of them won, as she decided to see just how far she could push them both before they cracked and gave up this silly 'I-really-hate-you-but-I-want-you-so-bad' song and dance, and just get them to go for it and tear each other's clothes off already.

"Come on, let's go dance!" she said and went to stand up, a grin on her face (but for reasons unknown to her companions) and her hands clapping in excitement.

"Ugh, Aisa. Can't we just sit and drink until I'm unconscious?" Misaki groaned and lazily half-glared at the woman trying to get her to move by dragging her chair out from the table.

"No, because then we'd be here until this time next week! Get up!" Aisa tried pulling Misaki out of her seat, but to no avail. It was then that she got a perfect idea. She leant down to be right next to Misaki's ear, and spoke. "You don't want that skank from before trying to dance with Kiba, do you? I mean he does look quite ravishing tonight, I must say -"

"Alright! I'm up." she yelled as she stood up and downed her last of two drinks all in a few large gulps, making the oblivious Kiba roll his eyes and shake his head at the alcoholic woman.

With a hand grasping Kiba's wrist, and the other hand around Misaki's much smaller wrist, Aisa literally dragged them both out onto the dance floor where she started moving her hips and rolling her head in time with the song while Kiba stood there, completely clueless as to what he should be doing. He'd never actually dancedbefore, so he didn't really know what to do, but he carefully stepped from side to side, keeping in time in an attempt to make it look like he did know what he was doing whilst trying not to laugh at Misaki. He actually fit in more than she did.

"Kiba, you have to make her dance. We'll never attract any attention to the club if she keeps acting like such a sad sack!" Aisa spoke over the sound of the music, even though Kiba's sharpened hearing didn't really need it. He knew that his ears would ring for days after this.

A familiar male Misaki recognised as Juran, the security guard from the club who Aisa secretly had a crush on, walked up to Aisa and started chatting to her, and Misaki's hawk-eyes didn't miss the slouched shoulders, the squaring of the hips and the way he looked her up and down shamelessly and she began to glare at the thought of what might be going through his mind, but before her death-stare could break either of the two out of their conversation, Kiba placed his hands on Misaki's shoulders and turned her around so her back was facing them and he was conveniently standing behind her.

He could smell her and he had to shake his head before he lost himself and just decided to grab her and pull her hips against his, so she could feelexactly how attracted to her he was. Instead he opted for the much smarter option, that would hopefully leave him to survive and see the next day. The scruffy haired man put his lips to the shell of her ear, to make sure she would hear him, even though he couldn't help but enjoy the contact.

"Leave her be. Maybe you should try and get some yourself. You might not be so uptight all the time if you learnt to let looseevery once in a while." he said, hoping that this wouldn't cause her to tear him limb from limb.

Kiba watched her stiffen with anger, but then relax and turn her head just far enough around so that he would be able to hear her and see her speak. He could see the slightly smug expression, as if she was gearing up for an impressive comeback and he prepared himself for the retort.

"Just because I don't allow random men to lie with me, that doesn't mean I don't know how to enjoy myself. Thank you very much, Inuzuka." his name rolled off her tongue in what he couldn't mistake and as a sultry tone. Was she trying to test him?

"Sitting in a dark, quiet room with nothing but your own company and a bottle of whiskey doesn't count as 'fun', Misaki." he made sure to match her tone and even took it a little further by stepping closer to her so that she could sense that he was only centimetres away from her and he continued, closing the deal. "You aren't...frigid...are you?"

He closed the gap between their bodies and gently placed his hands on her hips and felt her muscles tense at the contact and just barely heard her growl in response to his words, and he saw her jaw clench and eyes narrow.

This dog-boy was insulting her pride, and still managing to inch his way closer to her. She would not act in such an undignified manner as to beat him to a pulp right here and now, even though her fist instinctively closed in preparation. He was telling her that she basically didn't know how to act like a normal human being, and that she wasn't bold enough to actually explore the more intimate pleasures in life.

She decided that she would show him.

And did she ever. With all the courage she could gather, she threw caution to the wind and rolled her hips against his, making him tense, and his grip on her hips tighten dangerously. Just as he had recovered from the shock of the first roll, she did it again and actually found enjoyment from hearing his breathy groan next to her ear.

Misaki felt him smirk devilishly against her ear and he returned the grind of her hips with one of his own, and soon enough, they were dancing...somehow, even though they weren't really paying attention to anything or anyone around them.

After several minutes of undeniable lust radiating between them, Kiba began to smell something familiar and he struggled to put his finger on where he had smelt it before. The Inuzuka had smelt it before when he had come in to the bedroom the other night and woken her up. He felt Misaki's hands on his own where they sat on her hips, and it clicked with him. It was her. It was Misaki's arousal that he could smell, and it sent him over the brink.

He had been pushed to far, and now he would not turn back. He would have her tonight, no matter how many times she protested, he would show her what he could do and what he could make her feel. Kiba spun the dark-haired woman around to face him, where she seemed to snap out of it, and realise what she was really doing but before she could punch him, or just run away, Kiba used his hand to wrap around her head and stop her from pulling away as he pushed his lips onto her own.

With utter shock, she didn't react at all for at least a minute, and it seemed that Kiba really wasn't going to give up. Even though she knew she would regret it later, she couldn't deny that the Inuzuka boy, or man, as she could feel quite prominently, was making her want to do some things much unlike herself. She didn't bother to fight, and just gave in, having enough of being so uptight all the time and knowing that she would more than likely thoroughly enjoy this.

She kissed him back, and pulled on his hair, and his separated his lips from hers to grin and growl deep in his chest as the lust he felt for the woman in his arms continued, soaring with every touch, every breath and every second that went by.

No words were spoken, and none needed to be as they made the silent decision to get the hell back to their room in the club and lose themselves in each other. Still keeping hands on each other as much as possible, they casually tried to walk out of the club with none of the bar staff or security guards realising what exactly was going on so they couldn't report it to Sakamoto therefore it getting back around to Jinoichi, which would undoubtedly cause problems for them both.

As they exited, Misaki turned around and saw Aisa sitting down and talking with Juran, but looking straight at her with a triumphant smile on her face. With a nod that conveyed everything that needed, and didn't need to be said, Aisa returned it and looked back to Juran, who hadn't noticed a thing.

In record time, resisting the urge to touch each other until Misaki unlocked the side door of the club, and they walked up stairs, not bothering to hide their rush, when Misaki noticed something she hadn't noticed until now. She could smell the scent of cigar smoke, wafting upstairs and spun around to see Jinoichi sitting at the bar, pouring himself a drink.

Kiba swiftly noticed as well and even though he didn't linger on it, he was momentarily impressed by her noticing before he did. He looked to her for a solution, both of them knowing that they couldn't exactly lose themselves in throes of passion with their boss sitting just downstairs. Misaki looked at him in a way that he could only interpret as 'Go inside the room, take your clothes off and wait. I'll be there in a minute.' and he smirked so sexily that she very nearly decided to not worry about Jinoichi and have him up against the wall.

She resisted and Kiba did as was told in the form of stare and went inside the bedroom and let Akamaru run into Aisa's room before he shut the door behind him, however he didn't remove his clothes because he wanted her to tear them off him after she was finished getting Jinoichi out of the building.

The large man, still wearing the same suit he was wearing that morning turned to look at her curiously as if wondering what she was doing. She came down the stairs and walked over to him, patting him on the shoulder twice before sitting on the stool next to him and fixing herself a drink.

"You look tired." was all she said to break the silence and she heard him sigh in response, and she knew that she'd gotten him in the position she'd hoped he'd be in.

"I am. I always am." he replied and sighed quietly again before sipping his drink.

"Go home. You need rest. There's not much point in you being up until all hours of the morning. We have a meeting tomorrow and I'm sure you have business to attend to before that. I will not have you doing everything half-assed because you are sleep deprived...Go." she patted his shoulder again and took the glass out of his hands as he got up and headed out the front door with a quiet 'Goodnight' as he shut and locked the door behind him.

With a groan made up of disbelief and laziness, she fixed two drinks and took them upstairs and skilfully opened the door with her foot and found Kiba sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his toned form and she realised the urge to laugh at herself for getting caught up in this mess. She had lost nearly all of her earlier confidence but she felt like it was time to allow herself to have some fun.

All she ever did was sit alone at home, have the TV on in the background but not really watch it, and drink. Naruto occasionally came over bringing take-away food with him, wanting to make sure that she hadn't drunk herself to death since the last time she saw him. Usually she tried to take 2-3 day missions so she had an excuse to be out of the house, but not for too long.

Her life was boring and just dreadful. Deep down, she truly hated herself for allowing this to happen, but there were many things that contributed to the downfall of her once moral, righteous and motivated self. Now, all she was interested in was doing missions and being on her own. She stopped doing ANBU years ago because she just hated the filth that they dealt with, and there was too many times where she had nearly killed her own team mates because she just couldn't stand the stupidity that they displayed at times.

She had nearly been killed more times than she could ever count, and been injured four or five times the amount of near-death experiences, she had watched too many team mates and friends fall victim to other shinobi and she hated to admit it, but it got easier and easier every time. Eventually, she became what she was today. Her mind and heart was full of many secrets, and she still intended to keep it that way.

So, she finally decided that this was it. From now on she would ignore the rational part of her brain and decided to actually give the 'human' side of her a go at taking control every now and then, and she pushed the door shut with her rear, and it locked automatically with a 'click', a sound that broke the kind-of awkward silence and signified that neither of them were going to turn back now, even though now Hitori was stuck on the spot, struggling to move any further forward.

Kiba saw the slight hesitation in her eyes and he knew that she really wasn't very experienced with these things, so he decided to help her a little bit. He got up and sauntered over to her and nodded her with thanks as he took one of the drinks from her hands and he held his up against her in a silent toast, and they both gulped down the brown liquid in one mouthful.

He took both glasses and set them down on the dressing table that had various items scattered all over it, and went back to put an hand around her waist and the other to hold the back of her head as he leant his forehead up against her own and just took them moment before moving her chin so her head fell back and to one side a little and allowed him to lay slow, gentle and lustful kisses on her back, making her breath hitch in her throat.

She felt unsure, but let him have his way and certainly enjoyed the ministrations, the feel of his lips and tongue on her neck, his hands caressing her sides and rear. Hitori could feel the extent of his excitement and it was rather impressive to say the least.

The dark-haired woman couldn't help but let out a small moan when Kiba nibbled her ear and he responded by pulling her closer but he leaned back to look at her. The look in his eyes was so intense that she had to turn away and stare at the ground. He tried to bend down and catch her eye, but she averted her gaze from him again. After a moment Kiba took her face in his hands and make her look at him.

"I will make you feel everything you deserve to feel...and much more." he whispered with a tone she couldn't quite put her finger on, but she knew that if she didn't want to continue, she didn't have to.

Without thinking too much about it, she ignored it, knowing that she may as well while she had the chance and let him kiss her with everything he felt and she kissed him back with all that she could conjure. Giving into their desires, they let themselves loose upon each other, kissing, touching, groping and Kiba slowly pulled her towards the bed all the while not breaking contact with her.

Kiba allowed her to pull his shirt off his broad shoulders, kind of surprised that she would be so bold as to do so, but was pleased and smug when he smelt her arousal getting stronger and stronger the more he touched and kissed her. It drove him wild and he moved his hands off her only to grab the bottom of her shirt and wrench it over her head as quickly as he could without hurting her.

Even though she shied away away a little at being so revealed in front of him, he smiled into their kiss which gave her a bit more confidence, especially when he skilfully unclasped her bra and gently removed it, leaving her top half completely exposed to him.

He took a small breast in his large hand and Hitori gasped at the contact making Kiba continue with even more fevered grasps. Everything he did just felt amazing and she vaguely thought that if she had known that this was only the start of the pleasure he would undoubtedly make her feel, she would have done this ages ago.

With the courage that she was slowly gathering from Kiba's obvious attraction to her, she felt around for his belt and undid it, then removed it from his pants completely in one swift and strong yank. It was dropped on the floor and left there without another thought. She tore apart his pants and left them to fall down his legs and he grinned, being impressed with her confidence and burst of courage.

They were both going crazy as Kiba stepped out of his pants and reached down to get Hitori's off her as quickly as possible. The buttons and zip took only a moment to undo, but it was just too long for Kiba to wait, even though he restrained himself from just ripping them off her, since she still seemed a bit hesitant. Instead of letting them fall down themselves, he separated his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her body, slowly pulling her pants down her legs as he went.

Taking her lacy black underwear in his mouth he pushed gently on her stomach so she would fall back and sit on the bed. He lifted her legs up after she sat, slowly pulling her underwear down, staring straight into her lust-clouded eyes the whole time. He could tell it was driving her mad, and he thoroughly enjoyed every single second of it, and dropped the piece of cloth on the floor as soon as they were off her.

He knew that he couldn't wait any longer, so he stood back up to his full height, enjoying how her eyes dropped to the stiffness still being concealed by his own underwear and widened almost imperceptibly. She looked back up at him as he stepped forward and he gently kissed her forehead and looked at her as if for confirmation that he could continue.

Hitori was still nervous, but didn't let any hesitation show, because she knew that even though the boring side of her brain was screaming at her to stop, and not to get in to deep, she kept enjoying the thought of Kiba being the one to 'get in deep', so to speak. A small smile came over her face, and he smiled back and began kissing her again, while he removed his boxers, and let them fall to the ground in a lump, forgotten.

She still sat up and he lifted her hips and let her fall onto her back before he leant over and kissed her as he got the hardest part over and done with and hated the sharp,pained intake of breath, and sat for a minute until she moved her hips, signalling for him to keep moving. He took it slow at first until she got used to it, and soon enough she was vocally displaying how much she was enjoying it all.

A few pleasured breaths and moans left his own mouth and it didn't take long for Hitori to be putting in the same amount of effort he was, by rocking against him, in time with his movements, making everything feel even better. After a short few minutes, Hitori felt the urge to take control, and she did.

Wrapping one of her legs around one of his, she used his weight to her advantage and pushed him over so she was on top, and she very much liked the deep rumble of a chuckle in his chest, and the lustful glaze over his eyes. It was her turn to drive him mad, and that she did. Kiba was barely able to move because Hitori was just letting loose on him, and he absolutely loved every single second of it.

They rolled over several times, each taking turns at being on top. Eventually Kiba decided to mix it up a bit and when he was on the bottom, he moved to a seated position and they embraced tightly as they rocked with each other.

Hitori was moaning with pleasure and the sounds were driving Kiba insane and making him thrust into her even harder and faster. After getting bored with their current position, Kiba used his strength to stand up on the bed and hold Hitori in place as she leaned back to allow him to get deeper. His hands ran up and down her front, squeezing her breasts and moving in time with her. He was surprised that he was lasting so long even though he was so incredibly turned on and so attracted to the woman he was with.

Eventually, his legs began to tire quickly being in that position, and he moved her into his personal favourite position, and not just for obvious reasons. Doggy style. From this point of view, he was able to see and feel all the different curves of her body, and he loved it.

He pulled her hair, and loved that she rammed back into him, meanwhile Hitori loved the different and amazing feel that this new position gave her. Kiba could tell she was nearing her climax and he knew that he was as well, so he rolled Hitori onto her back to make sure that he could see the ecstasy pass across her face as she reached completion. She looked so beautiful with her pale skin so flushed, and her black hair clinging to her sweat-coated skin, and her eyes wide open as she experienced something she never had before.

Pleasure ripped through her body, her eyes were tightly shut, her back arched up against Kiba's chest, and the way she was contracting so tightly around Kiba made him reach his own climax and let out broken groans as he held onto Hitori until it passed. He couldn't hold his own weight up any longer, and he gently kissed the woman laying beneath him before rolling off of her and resting his head on her bare chest.

They laid idly for a while, not saying anything merely because they didn't feel the need to say anything, just enjoying the silence and eventually sleep took them both...


The next morning Hitori awoke to feel Kiba's warm and naked body right up against her own, and he spooned her with an arm over her waist, holding her close to him. She couldn't resist the urge to smile. It seemed like something had almost changed in her overnight. She felt more...well, she just felt.

It wasn't a normal day where she would wake up and wonder what kind of life-threatening situation she would be put in next, wonder about if today would be the day she would finally be put out of her misery, and die a glorious death on the battlefield. Clearly, she hadn't actually had one of those days so far. Although, when she thought about that, she was reminded of the meeting that she was having today with Jinoichi and a few people who he hoped to be business partners with in the future.

Even though she knew and had seen first hand how messy these meetings could get if all went sour, she actually felt a little bothered by the fact that some stupid drug-trafficking Mafia member might actually be the one to kill her, instead of a worthy shinobi opponent, who would push to her limits until she had nothing left and then kill her as a shinobi, not as an undercover shinobi pretending to be a famous singing Mafia member who had been dealing drugs for most of her life.

She moved Kiba's arm off her, even though he groaned and frowned at the loss of her warmth next to him, she knew that she had to get up much earlier and prepare herself, and get something to eat so she wasn't starving all day. It was too early for Aisa to be up, and judging by the way she was talking to Juran tonight, she might not even be in the building, but at his apartment down the road.

After putting a dressing gown on to keep herself a little warmer and covered, Hitori quickly checked to find not Aisa laying on her bed, but Akamaru, and he wagged his tail before jumping down and following her downstairs so he could go outside. The dog was very much enjoying the idle days, but he was a ninken, and longed for exercise and the rush of adrenalin.

As she strolled around, she contemplated everything that had changed in the last 24 hours. She had done things she had never done before, like dance with a guy, be intimate with a male, and actually figure out for herself that she might be a little more than just attracted to him. It's not like she just woke up this morning and decided that she liked Kiba, but she was starting to realise that Aisa's 'Whatever-you-reckon' and 'You-keep-telling-yourself-that' looks after she had mentioned something about Kiba might have been right after all.

It was hard for her to accept the sudden emotional awareness she had, but she had a feeling it might not be so bad. She wasn't completely open with everything, but she just had started to not be so oblivious to her own feelings, thoughts and actions and what exactly they might mean when compared and contrasted to one another.

Hitori walked down to the kitchen and began quickly making herself up something out of whatever was laying around. She made a mix and match meal from the leftover food that wasn't sold last night and ate it while having a drink at the bar. The side door opened, but she had already sensed the presence of Jinoichi several minutes ago, and she greeted him before he went up to his office, and she went to get ready for the meeting today...


I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
At the moment, I'm going to be concentrating on finishing 'The Detective And The Moon' so this might be left be for a while.
Hopefully this chapter will hold you all over for a while ;)

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Til next time!