Twenty minutes, and full stomachs, later we lazed around the upper level of the girl's house, silently talking in pairs, while still sitting in a large group of squabbling teens. My fingers absentmindedly wandered through the thick locks of Kiba's hair, eyes half lidded as I listened to the bubbling voice of my little dog. Courage flaring as the dog said he'd been single all his current existence I swooped down, picking this moment to scoop the dog into my arms and twirl him round. Excited laughter erupted from the others as Kiba giggled giddily as I placed him back into a standing position, only invading his personal space a tiny little bit.
"I Kankuro Subaka ask you Kiba Inuzaka to officially date me!" I bellowed, watching with mirth as the rosy red blush seeped across his cute face, Gaara laughing hysterically with Moonshadow in the background. My Kiba spluttered, eyes widening slightly as he attempted to get an answer out; but I interrupted him easily enough. "I promise that this is a commitment I'll take seriously, I'll be there for you when you need it, night or day. I will make sure to provide what I can, when I can. We will take things at your speed and I'll even trade my darling Ferrari in if you want me to so that Akamaru can go every where you need him to. I want to be the best and only boyfriend you'll ever have." I growled, a snarling toothy look of discontent spreading across my face at the horrible thought of any other man (OR woman) touching MY Kiba!
There was an excited shriek and then I was on my back, the breath knocked out of me and a pair of soft lips seeking attention against my own - and who was I to deny such demanding touches, even if we where displaying public affection. His tongue licked tentatively at my slightly parted lips, begging entrance I granted with ease, enjoying the way the warm, slick, appendage tangled with my own and reached into corners of my mouth. There was no fight for dominance, I let the dog top for a little while; knowing full well that this would be one of the only times he'd be allowed to take control in our sexual relationship. We broke the kiss so I could try and regain my breath while Kiba was busy sinking his canines into the side of my throat, the hot, slick rough of his tongue soothing the mark making me shiver at the contact.
"You are impossible, you know that?" Kiba muttered into my ear, giving the lobe a quick nip before he pulled back, chest heaving in such a delicious way as he sat straddling my waist.
"So you keep telling me. But you love me for it anyway." I boasted grinning as he pouted, bottom lip giving a dangerous quiver that I stopped with a swift nip and a chaste kiss.
"I think both of you are impossible." Muttered Gaara strolling over with Moon's hand casually grasped in his. "At least when I asked Moon it wasn't in front of the entire school."
"It isn't the entire school." I countered, grinning cheekily as Gaara dragged Kiba off me so I could stand, "Sakura isn't here."
"Ah-hu Like I said, I-M-P-O-SSIBLE!" He dramatised as I threw my arms around him, squeezing slightly, forcing him to either accept being crushed or shimmy out of the hold and back to his girlfriend. Ha, I can't believe I just used Gaara and girlfriend in the same sentence. The thought alone made me giggle like a school girl, which in turn caused Gaara to send me one of his Kankuro's-Got-A-Loose-Screw looks. "Impossible, crazy and psychotic. Your boyfriend is perfect isn't he Kiba?" Gaara muttered staring at me while addressing my dog... my BOYFRIEND! Ha, that was even funnier than Gaara in the same sentence as girlfriend. Too busy rolling on the floor laughing I didn't notice the kick to my rib cage, or Gaara stalk off into a dark corner; probably to complain about the insanity of it all to Moon. He was like that some times, pretending he wasn't as insane as I was - he'd do something tonight for me to get him back on though, so I wasn't too worried.
"Come on my spastic Kankuro, let's go home. I want a bath before I even think about what I'm going to wear to that party Friday night." Kiba stated gently, his hands tugging on my own so I'd stand before him - instead of lying on the ground, which I believe he preferred (but let's not go there).
"Alright my little dog, you can ride in the front this time. Gaara I'll pick you up on the way back through!" I called to my brother, chuckling softly as he waved me off with an indignant huff. "He's such a girl sometimes... Now what are you wearing to this shindig?"
"The hell is a shindig? Did I just pick the only boy in school that's stuck in the 70's, or are you just having a senile moment and forgetting what era this is?" Kiba cackled as I swooped down upon him, latching onto his ear to growl menacingly at him - well as menacingly as you can when you're hugging him from behind.
"I'll call it a party then, happy?" I muttered, knowing he'd only retorted because he'd know I'd react to being called old. My naughty little pup already knew how much I hated the age gap between us, his minute reminders weren't needed any more than mine where - but we still did it just to tease each other.
"Yeah, I guess. I'll probably wear some black skinnies, a nice blue button up and a jacket... Oh, which reminds me. Hana bought me a Ferrari race jacket, black of course... But I think it might be designed for a female, so she either bought it for herself and it didn't fit or she's being a bitch about us dating." I couldn't help but laugh at this, she was probably just teasing the little dog, but it wasn't like it wasn't true. Kiba was such a uke it wasn't even funny - well maybe it was... Just a little bit anyway. "Yeah and Kanky, tomorrow night I want my boyfriend dressed nice. So you're going to show off those muscles of yours, alright?"
"Of course, anything to please my mutt." I growled kissing the dog softly, enjoying the melting feeling of human flesh in my arms - he was so... so uke-ish. I wonder how long it'll be before I fuck him into the nearest available flat surface or vertical surface, I don't think I should be biased against surface angles.
"Good to know that you are so well trained my dear little boyfriend." Kiba muttered as he slid into the car, I chuckled softly at the comment as I got into the drivers side.
"I believe it's called being whipped, my little mutt." I stated leaning across to give the dog another tiny kiss, his fingers clinging tightly to the fine hair at the back of my head.
"It's called a relationship, babe. We compromise and make sacrifices so that we can both be happy." Smiling softly I ruffled his hair, our usual sign of affection.
TBC...
