Skulking off I did as I was instructed, sprinting down the stairs when Tem called for dinner, Gaara joining me in the rush, only to freeze dead when he saw Kiba sitting at the table looking small.
'Withhold urge to hug, do not hug, do not hug...' I chanted sitting down stiffly as Gaara walked further into the room.
"Hey Kiba!? What are you doing here?" Gaara asked taking his place across from Tem while I sat down across from Kiba.
"He's staying the night... Kankuro wouldn't go into detail about the reasons, but whatever, we'll treat him like family... Besides be glad he's here, it means you get to eat meat." Temari countered indicating to the rather large slab of lasagne awaiting us on our plates.
"Whatever you say... So where's Akamaru?" Gaara asked, attempting to make some small talk before food became the top priority.
"At home... He's safer with the other dogs than hanging with me at the moment." Kiba muttered, fiddling with the silverware beside him. And that was the last he said about it.
All through dinner we remained silent while Tem tried to get more information out of Kiba and I about his unexpected sleep over. Trying to inhale the dinner Gaara, Kiba and I pretty much ignored everything Tem said, we dived out of our seats when the last piece of meat was off our plate and the cutlery had clattered to the china, sprinting up the stairs we slowed once we'd reached the second floor. Gaara gave me one of his 'looks' and said goodnight to Kiba, sliding off down the hall to his own room. Slinking my arm around Kiba's waist I lead him gently into my room, watching as he walked freely over to the queen sized bed, fingers dancing over the black sheets and purple donna. Resisting the urge to walk over and hug him from behind I threw a towel beside him and walked into the bathroom.
"I'm going to shower, you can chill here until I get back." I heard some sort of acknowledgement of my statement as I snapped the lock on the door and turned the shower to scorching. Standing under the torrent of water I forgot all about my crush sitting in my bedroom, brushing my teeth, washing my hair and then realising that I'd successfully left my pants in my room - woops. Wrapping the towel around my waist and throwing my baggy shirt on, I ruffled my hair trying to dry it, as I walked into the bedroom, only to stop dead as a startled gasp came from the bed. Snapping my head up I looked at the body spread across the black sheets, Kiba was hanging upside-down from the end watching me with wide eyes; glancing across the boy I looked down at myself and smiled sheepishly ruffling my wet hair again. "Ah, sorry... I... um... I didn't mean to... really I don't usually walk around... like this... I just need... um.. pants... yeah..."
'BAM' The door shuddered as it rebounded off the wall, and a pyjama dressed Gaara waltzed in; I'd eventually have to teach him a thing or two about privacy and KNOCKING!
"Hey Kankuro did I leave my ipod in - WOH!" Gaara stuttered to a stop, bright teal eyes staring between me and the boy still lying upside-down on my bed. "Wow, this is awkward. If I'd known I wouldn't've come in here without a little warning. Oh, before I leave one more thing... Wait-a-go Kankuro, didn't know you'd go for such an odd position, it would work better if you flipped him on all fours but you know each to his own."
"Get the hell out of here!" I snarled throwing a spare book at the door as Gaara danced out, the book doing nothing more than closing the door behind him. Damn Gaara and his yaoi collection. Kiba shifted on the bed, knees going up as he straightened to a sitting position. "Sorry about Gaara, he's like that sometimes... Um.. could you pass me my pants their... you're sitting on them."
"Sorry." Kiba whispered pulling the pants out from under him and chucking them back to me, a blush on his checks as I turned and dropped the towel and pulled the long pants on.
"The shower's free if you want one... and you can pick a side of the bed when you get out." I muttered rubbing my hair with the towel before chucking it in the wash basket, sitting at my desk I started on the last of my homework, listening to the rustle as Kiba left the bed towards the bathroom. Trying to concentrate I plugged myself into my ipod, pretending to read the chemistry chapters and listen to the song 'Take it off' by Ke$ha - I don't even think this was my ipod, this is Gaara's. It wasn't until after ten that I finished the work and realised I'd been working for three hours straight. Stretching I stood, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I flopped down onto the edge of the bed checking the time I looked over my shoulder just to snort at the position Kiba had taken on the bed, curled around with my pillow between his legs while he lay in the middle of the bed so no matter how careful I'd be he'd wake at the slightest movement. Pushing his hair out of his eyes I watched the brown appear in a muddy haze, fingers untangled themselves from the fabric of the bed sheet to find purchase in my hair; a sharp tug and I was inches from his face, the muddy eyes tried to concentrate as I was tugged closer but just gave up. There was a heart heaving sigh as I was suddenly organised onto the bed, legs sliding around my waist while a weight was thrown onto my chest, warm breath ghosted under my ear and the muscles above mine moved as the boy shifted perfectly into a cuddly position with his hair ghosting across the bottom of my chin.
"Kankuro, hold me." Kiba whispered, fingers tightening in my pectoral muscles.
"I've got you Kiba, I've got you and I'm not letting go." I whispered into his ear, arms wrapping around his back; there was a shiver up his spine and a deep throated whine as he curled closer against me.
"Say it again."
"What?" I asked, confusing sitting heavily in my chemistry addled brain. See kids never do chemistry before talking with the boy your trying to permanently please, everything only makes sense if they're speaking elements or bonding.
"Say my name like that again." He muttered, semi-consciously my fingers sought his hair in an attempt to find a connection with the boy, repetitiously I repeated his name, whispering it to him as he spread out across me, trapping my body under his as he began to drift back into his slumber. "I'm yours Kankuro, only yours..." He sighed, eyes fluttering shut, leaving me with his admission while I lay under him on the bed, sleep evading me as what he'd just said ran through my head like a broken record. Kiba Inuzuka was mine, and eventually I'd be his... Just not yet...
TBC...
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