A/N: OK so yaoi in this one. Though nothing hardcore so if your looking for smut…sorry. There is meant to be a sort of "full circle" understanding about this one. Anyway read and review if not I'll send bugs after you - p.s. Thank you for those who have favorited, alerted, and reviewed!

--I want you
You don't agree, but you don't refuse
I know you—The Smiths

The good thing about Shino is that he's never phased by anything. The bad thing about Shino is that he's never phased by anything.

It works out, to Kiba's benefit that Shino is a stone wall. Silently taking all of Kiba's anger and mood swings.

At time like these, after a mission, with an electricity flowing through him…Kiba is viable to do anything. He's "a danger to those around him" as Hana politely and eloquently states it.

So Kiba is stuck with Shino because Shino is the only person who can…handle Kiba when he's like this. And really, that's saying a lot about Shino and even more about whatever is going on between Shino and Kiba.

Kiba is mewling and panting, trying to find someway to release his pent up energy. Scratching at Shino and clawing, growling—as if he's trying to rip his way into Shino. And yet Shino just sits and casually pushes Kiba's hands away, never taking the bait, never getting mad. Its enough to drive Kiba crazy.

And slowly but surely it does. "Shino" he growls, deep and low with anger so fierce it almost burns. "Do something Damn it" and then, suddenly he is on top of Shino staring at Shino's black glasses, seeing only his angry reflection. "Kiba" Shino's voice is low, in warning. "Shino, just stop." Shino archs an eyebrow and looks slightly confused. "Don't, you know, so just stop" and then Kiba is touching and pressing desperately…all to aware of the layer in between them.

Shino debates his options and decides to just sit still and let whatever Kiba is doing happen.

To Kiba ,Shino is like a blowup doll except he's warm and alive. For some strange reason the blood that spills from Shino's bruised lips offer him satisfaction. As if in some minuscule way he is affirming his existence and maybe (more importantly) Shino's humanity. Kiba revels in the changes of smell that Shino can't hide or control because Shino can't detect them. This pleases Kiba, not just because Shino isn't in control of this but also for the fact that in this one way Kiba is better than Shino. Kiba is clawing and pulling harder, shoving Shino flat on his back, panting sharply into Shino's ear, rubbing himself against Shino…trying to feel something—anything.

Shino just stares, taken back by the change in Kiba but then again not that surprised.

"You know" Kiba starts, his voice laced with mischief "By now, I would have had Ino crying." Shino cocks his head to the side, offering his neck…but not really. Again Kiba is reminded of the layers separating them and that ,despite all his clawing and pulling and determination and frustrating—he hasn't made a dent.

Instead, he just pulls himself apart every single time he gets like this and in the end the only lasting marks are left on Kiba. Marks of something that Shino is either to afraid or to ashamed to try to understand or acknowledge (though its more than likely both).

Kiba shudders against him and if his clothes weren't so thick he'd probably feel something warm.

Shino tells himself it's the result of Kiba's sexual exertion (but really its more than likely tears)

Kiba thinks that Shino is like a blowup doll except that somewhere underneath all those layers there is something beating and warm. Something that Kiba will never reach.

This is the good thing about Shino, because Shino can never be hurt. This is the bad thing about Shino (the sad thing), because Kiba always is.

--Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me you know
praying for love in a lap dance
And paying in naivety
praying for love and paying in naivety
praying for love and paying in naivety, oh—Panic! At the Disco