Quick A/N: No snakes were harmed in the writing of this dumpster-fire of a fic I have written.

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"Tobirama-sensei left instructions in the event you ever stumbled upon me."

Kiba was... taken aback with how young the Third Hokage looked.

Everyone he had met up until now had not been people he had ever met in his proper time. So he hadn't really had to experience any kind of conflict between having known a person in his time and having to face them in the past.

Now he was face to face with someone he had gotten to know as an old, tired, yet incredibly sharp man that had been murdered by one of his students.

Not only was he face to face with the Third Hokage, he was also standing a few meters apart from the student that had been the one to kill him in an attack that had struck a large blow to their home.

Even though he knew that the Orochimaru beside him was not the man that had killed his Hokage and he certainly hadn't been the man to educate Sakon and Ukon on violence and murder... Kiba was still very much on edge. His whole body was tensed and coiled, prepared to fight or flee if the need arose.

The need shouldn't appear at any point... but this was Orochimaru. Teenager or not, this guy was dangerous... Kiba could just smell the blood on him... and his chakra was one that belonged to a powerhouse, no matter his age.

And the fact that his scent was overcome with irritation; possibly because of the way that they had first met... and Kiba had accidentally ruined a year's worth of work... well, logic aside, the smell wasn't helping his instincts calm down. The guy was none too happy and anything negative from him was enough to have Kiba have his guard up.

Still, the Inuzuka did his best to pull his thoughts away from the dangerous teenager to his right and instead focused on the words of the incredibly young Hokage sitting down behind his desk.

It warmed his heart to know that Tobirama had thought about him even after he had left him behind in the past... even though, at the same time, he was bothered by the fact that Tobirama had hypothesized Kiba would appear in a Konoha of the future that wasn't his future. It meant that the guy had believed wholeheartedly he would eventually meet with his student... and, yes, it was very sweet he had thought about him. But damn- it wouldn't hurt Tobirama to be wrong from time to time.

"That's thoughtful of him." he eventually settled on saying, earning a small, nostalgic smile, from the man with dark brown; rather than snow white; hair.

"My teacher always worried that there would be a time where our paths would cross." the Third Hokage began to explain with a heavy, nostalgic smile on his lips. He stood up, all the while saying, "I'm not sure as to how he knew we would eventually meet, but I came to learn that Tobirama-sensei had a sort of sixth sense for just knowing things, so it is best to just not think too hard on how he knew."

Accurate, Kiba thought to himself. Tobirama did honestly seem to always just believe himself; no matter what it was he was talking about. Sometimes, it would be daunting, in all honesty, to see how much this guy just trusted his instincts. At other times it was annoying because Tobirama was always so sure of himself he could get outright irritating.

"Well, he did think that I wouldn't be able to get back to my own time from just one jump. The only solution is for me to rest my chakra reserves and continue moving forward." Kiba shrugged softly, "Sometimes, it really sucks that he's right."

The Third Hokage gave a lopsided smile before nodding sagely. "He had quite a sixth sense."

Had.

Kiba would be lying if he tried to tell himself that he didn't feel his heart squeeze at the word.

The fingers on his right hand fidgeted for a few seconds, then he sighed softly. Of course Tobirama and Madara would probably be dead at this point. The Third Hokage already had teenage students- that meant that quite a few years had passed since he had first received the title because of Tobirama Senju dying in one of those many wars Konoha took part in before he had been born.

His first boyfriends were dead now...

Ouch.

Even though his heart hurt, though, there were no tears coming to his eyes. Probably that was either shock from the time travel and his incredibly abrupt landing or because he had managed to get actual closure by actually being able to say goodbye to the people he was leaving behind this time around.

They remained suspended in silence for a few seconds before anyone spoke up. And the person to do so was Orochimaru, whose scent was very much annoyed with the circumstances under which they had met and Kiba couldn't really fault him... even though he made sure that there was quite a bit of distance between them, even if they were both in the same office.

"If I may, sensei," the young snake sannin began- and Kiba's eyes narrowed a little at that thought, because, if he wasn't completely hopeless in the history department, he had landed in a time period before those three losers had acquired that title.

No one in the Inuzuka clan was particularly attached to any of the supposed Great Sannin of Konohagakure. It all had to do with how intensely loyal they were to the Village those three had left behind and never wanted to return to and did very little to fix if they actually had any problem with the way it was run.

"Yes, Orochimaru." the Hokage nodded, prodding his student to continue.

And Kiba could only blink at how otherworldly it was to stand in the same room as these two when they had a somewhat positive relationship going on between them.

"The work I have to complete has been hampered enough. If there is no need for me, I would much rather return to the Library and begin the sorting that has been sent back to its infancy."

Kiba winced and brought his right hand up to his neck so he could scratch softly at it, then murmured, softly, "Sorry about that. I really can't control where I land."

The stare Orochimaru planted on him was cold, but it wasn't too biting. Now that they were face-to-face on not overly hostile terms, Kiba was able to see that he had rather warm amber eyes... even with how irritated Orochimaru was, there was an inhuman frigidity missing from them... it looked nice on him... y'know, the lack of murderous intent and empathetic callousness.

"I just hope we are able to locate your proper scroll in an expeditious manner." and from the way there seemed to be no change in any part of Orochimaru's being, Kiba could tell that he was being honest with these words.

That was... nice?

"You do have a point. Please, go back to your work, Orochimaru." the teenager bowed just barely and walked out of the room with his head held high and extreme grace to his step.

Orochimaru was a creature made up of only sinew, refinement, and cold control of his own emotions. His scent was unlike anything Kiba had ever smelled before in his life- all of the emotions were so... contained. And all of the other natural scents- those that were collected over a lifetime of living- were less perceptible than they were supposed to have been on a teenager of his age. The strongest smell was of earth and... well, something Kiba didn't really know what to call.

Maybe it was snake. He'd never been close to a snake in his life, though, and he'd never been close enough to the Orochimaru of his own time to be able to catch an accurate smell of what his pure scent was supposed to be. He'd gotten catches of the scent, sure, but nothing specific enough to really be able to use accurately.

Once the long haired male was gone- and the door had closed behind him without a sound-, the Third Hokage turned his attention back on Kiba. The Inuzuka smiled softly and sighed, "I guess this is the point where we've got to talk about where I'll be staying so I ruin as little of the timestream as possible?"

The older man didn't smile, but his eyes softened enough for Kiba to know that he wasn't annoyed or even bothered by what he had said. Pushing back from his desk, the man stood up from his thick chair and walked up to him. After he had done this, he motioned with his right hand for Kiba to begin moving in the direction of the door, all the while his left arm moved behind his own back.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Hiruzen Sarutobi walked Kiba Inuzuka through the halls of the Hokage's office. They mostly discussed how Kiba would have to stay with someone close to the Hokage- preferably one of his students- because he couldn't stay with any of the members of the Inuzuka clan and there were some issues with the people that made up the Hokage's inner-sanctum of adults that made him doubt they would be willing to give a teenager out of time like him a place to stay.

Tsunade was stricken off first because the last thing either of them wanted or needed was for his face to get busted in by an angered Tsunade- and considering how even the Hokage considered she had anger issues at this point, he wasn't about to put himself in a situation that could be dangerous for his wellbeing.

Then there were just Jiraiya and Orochimaru...

They decided it would be best to ask both teens before any further decisions were made.

As soon as he met Jiraiya, he told the Hokage that he would really much rather beg for Orochimaru's pity. Jiraiya was loud and abrasive in a manner that reminded him so much of the orange-clad, blonde-haired, overpowered, self-centered, narcissistic... where was he going with this? Forget it- to put it simply, Jiraiya reminded him too much of Naruto and he wasn't about to put himself in a situation that had him sharing the same living space with a loudmouth like Naruto.

The Hokage looked at him with an expressionless face- but his scent was filled with understanding. So they moved towards the same library space Kiba had crashed into on the previous day and found Orochimaru swimming amongst the thousands of scattered scrolls he needed to work on organizing. The conversation had been short and sweet and Orochimaru had not put up any kind of resistance against having Kiba stay with him, even when his own scent was filled with apprehension.

He wasn't sure why Orochimaru was agreeing to something he clearly didn't want to deal with with, but Kiba wasn't about to ask him right then and there with the Hokage perfectly poised to judge the both of them.

Before they left the snake nin (was that the appropriate way to call this Orochimaru?), Kiba did take the time to apologize once again over what he had done. He had no idea that he would be crash landing with enough momentum to topple over the wooden bookcases that had been used to store these scrolls. And he certainly had not meant to lose his grip on the scroll after he had caused so much destruction in the room and have it become entrenched with the rest of the scrolls that looked almost exactly like it... and even though he was wary of Orochimaru, he felt like shit knowing that he had caused this much chaos because of time travel.

Orochimaru's face had been one of passive acceptance. But from the way that there seemed to be less coldness within his eyes and less rigidity around his frame, Kiba guessed that maybe the guy didn't hate him completely.

Orochimaru's apartment was in the budding shinobi section of the Village- which apparently was still under construction at this point in time- and at the very top of the building. The size of the apartment was large- especially for just one person- and it was sparsely decorated, yet didn't feel hollow. The teen's decoration style was minimal, yet the colors he had chosen for his home were warm and comforting.

There was a room towards the back of the apartment, towards the right side, that he was forbidden from entering because that was the area were Orochimaru kept his pets- and he didn't want the oafishness of the Inuzuka to ruin anything for his most prized family members.

After Orochimaru had pointed out all of the rooms in the apartment, the one he would be using, and let him know that he woke up incredibly early in the morning and fell asleep rather late at night, they had been left in a somewhat awkward silence. Kiba didn't have anything much to do and Orochimaru had finished the work day- they would be stuck with each other for the next few hours and Orochimaru seemed to have enough care for common decency to not leave Kiba to the absolute void.

They stood in the frigid silence in the very center of Orochimaru's living room for a few seconds before Kiba was able to think up of something to say that would break them out of this awkward moment.

"Uh... you hungry?"

Orochimaru lifted one thin eyebrow in a look that showed off little emotion, then answered, almost monotonously, "I am somewhat peckish."

Kiba blinked for a few seconds- the other teenager did not move at all to go towards the kitchen. Then he cocked his head to the side, narrowed his eyes just a little bit to get a good look at Orochimaru to be able to catch any sudden movements, and caught a sniff of the slightest bit of embarrassment- even though Orochimaru's expression didn't change at all.

"I... could..." he dragged out, testing the waters that were Orochimaru's scent to make sure he wasn't overstepping; there was no reaction so he soldiered on. "Cook for us both?"

The surprise that came over Orochimaru's eyes was minimal and his face didn't move to any extreme degree. But after a few seconds of processing what Kiba had said, Orochimaru lifted his head ever so slightly before lowering it in a slow motion that took more of Kiba's concentration to truly perceive than he was ready to admit.

"That would be..." Kiba liked to believe that it took Orochimaru longer than he would have liked to find the right word he was looking for in this situation. "Nice." he settled on eventually and it was at this moment that Kiba figured out that he had stumbled upon yet another socially stunted teenager that understood very little about emotions and other human beings.

What was different about Orochimaru, though, was that he was even less in tune with his emotions than Tobirama. And that was... quite the feat, really. Tobirama Senju had been an idiot that believed logic was more worthwhile than feelings, after all... even if he had been young enough to allow himself to get swept away in his passion when it came to him and, eventually, Madara.

This guy, though, didn't smell as emotional as Tobirama ever had. It was almost as if he just... didn't feel all that much.

Odd, really. And it would be the first time Kiba would ever witness a human so out of touch with his emotions that his scent barely contained any tells to how he was feeling. But it would make sense for Orochimaru to be the kind of human being to be so out of tune with what he was supposed to feel. Unfortunately, that even put into perspective how he was able to commit so many atrocities in the future. This guy just... didn't care. And what was scary was that he probably never had.

That thought put a damper on Kiba's mostly good mood- how could one live with a future massacre-inducing maniac as if one didn't know a good chunk of the future horrors he would commit?

With a small frown now tugging at his lips, Kiba made his way towards the kitchen area Orochimaru had pointed out a few minutes ago. Because he didn't hear anything against his exploring the area, he went about checking the cupboards, cabinets, and refrigerator to see what he had available to work with. And when he was done with his exploratory onceover, Kiba was overwhelmingly underwhelmed with what little the guy had to work with.

At least now he knew that Orochimaru truly was a skinny individual and he wasn't imagining things when he swore that the guy's clothes hung a bit more than they should on a regular sized body... actually, if this guy was anything like Tobirama, it wouldn't be very surprising to find out he had a shit eating schedule... a pretty bad sleeping one, too.

Socially inept geniuses should come with some kind of care manual or something... Kiba stopped for a moment at this thought, surprising himself with his own genius. That manual didn't exist yet- but there was nothing stopping him from writing one!

Considering how he was going to have a bunch of free time now that he had to wait for Orochimaru to find his scroll so he could move forward in time, he would have enough free time to sit down and write up a bunch of instructions for how to properly care for this pretty common strain of genius.

It didn't take very long for him to come to the conclusion that Orochimaru's kitchen was ill-stocked and he would need to stock up on supplies if he didn't want to starve to death.

Once he had come to this conclusion, Kiba turned to find Orochimaru, only to find that he was nowhere to be found in the common area of the apartment. Sniffing at the air, he found that Orochimaru's faint scent was drifting towards him from the direction of the room he had told him that he wasn't allowed to enter... so he sighed softly to himself, regretting having to go and interrupt the guy when he was having fun with his snakes.

Akamaru's absence always became much more perceivable when he was alone, adrift in the world yet again...

As he sniffed out Orochimaru, his nose caught onto a scent of paper and metal he recognized a lot easier than the snake nin's scent. Now that he knew where his host was, Kiba decided to indulge his curiosity and looked over in the direction that this other scent was coming from- and when he looked at the far end of the kitchen counter, closest to where Orochimaru must have passed through to reach his special room, Kiba found a pouch that was presumably filled with money. Right beside the pouch, he found a soft looking purple scarf that was thick enough to not be seen through in any way.

His eyes lit up immediately and he wasted no time in grabbing at the pouch to count out how much Orochimaru had given him to be able to stock up enough for this to be called an adequate kitchen. After he had done this, he grabbed the scarf and begun to wrap it around his neck as he began to make his way out.

When he returned with a dozen or so bags filled with groceries, he did not miss the recipe book that had been left on the very center of the kitchen counter. It was filled with recipes he had never heard of and a whole section on pastries... it had been a pretty civilian book, at first glance.

It became his favorite book to read in little to no time.

The first week he spent living with Orochimaru passed by pretty slowly.

It had been so boring.

The Hokage had agreed with him on the fact that it would be for the best that his existence in the world remained as minimal as was humanly possible. Kiba understood this and had even been the one to offer to stay in place for as long as was necessary- he'd already messed with the timeline enough, he didn't need to get access to messing anything else up.

But... Orochimaru's apartment was small. And it was quiet. And all he could do inside was cook, clean up after himself, do some very limited exercises, have very one-sided conversations with Orochimaru whenever he decided to come back home, and cook.

His culinary skills had been pretty minimal and basic when the week had begun. Now he was making pastries and he was very sure he had put a huge dent into Orochimaru's budget because he just continued going into the market- with the soft purple scarf covering the lower half of his face to not show off his Inuzuka marks- to buy the ingredients he had needed to indulge in the only activity he knew would be useful for him to expend all of his energy on.

Orochimaru allowed him to know that his teammates and sensei all enjoyed all of the pastries he had given, so that was a win... but he was getting antsy.

The old saying was true- Inuzuka's did not like being caged; it didn't matter if it was logical or not, they just did not react well to constantly being stuck within the same four walls.

... At least with Madara, he had been able to converse with multiple clan members; even if Madara had not really liked it. And then with the Senju brothers, he had been able to talk with at least four different people. Now he was stuck inside this tiny apartment and only able to speak with an emotionally stunted genius...

He was feeling incredibly cut off from the world and he really hated it.

Because of how horrible it was to feel disconnected from the outside, he spent a full zero seconds contemplating Orochimaru's offer to aid him in organizing the scrolls in the Hokage's Library.

An Inuzuka doing clerical work was as absurd as the world could get- that kind of thing just didn't happen. But this was the first out Kiba found to his boredom and he took it like a dehydrated man roaming Suna's deserts to water.

Funny enough, even though this too was pretty boring work confined to a pretty small area, Kiba felt a lot less bothered by working there and then going back to the apartment in the afternoon. And when Orochimaru offered to add some training in between both areas, Kiba took the offer up with even less thought than the previous one.

They fell into a pretty nice routine and Kiba had to admit, even though his nerves were still somewhat on edge whenever he was around the snake nin, under any other circumstance, he would actually like being around the guy. He was kind of like Shino in the fact that he was a calming presence that barely allowed emotions to bother him- even less than the Aburame, actually.

Orochimaru's emotions were barely human. Because of this, Kiba barely ever smelled him getting agitated or bothered and that really helped him learn that this Orochimaru was not the same murderer he had gotten to know about by secondhand horror in the future. Although he still wasn't sure if the reason why he reacted so little was because he felt so little or because he had an inhuman control over his emotions.

The answer to the question of the existence of Orochimaru's emotions was answered because of Jiraiya's stupidity.

After the first time they had met, Orochimaru had informed him that Jiraiya had asked to meet up with him on a few occasions. Apparently it wasn't very common for the guy to meet people his age that weren't overly serious- like his teammates- and he had thought that the fact that Kiba hadn't plainly told him to stay away meant that Kiba didn't hate him at first sight.

So he had forced his way into the library on one cool Wednesday morning and began to poke and prod at Kiba to get him to ditch the boring Orochimaru and go out and spar and possibly spy on some random women in the baths.

Kiba had been heavily tempted to let him down by just stating that he was a happily gay man, he didn't really need to stare at tits- but that answer wasn't what came out of his mouth. Instead he had told the guy to buzz off and find some consensual partners, it was disgusting how he was perving on people without a regard about how they would feel.

That had been the wrong thing to say because this Jiraiya was even less tactful than the pervy adult he had come to meet because of Naruto.

"A crime isn't a crime if the victim isn't aware they're a victim!" Jiraiya had chuckled as if he had just stated the most sly yet intelligent piece of information ever to be found by the human race.

"You're disgusting." Kiba stated, now flat out demonstrating that he didn't want to talk with him any longer.

Seriously, this guy was disgusting. And now that he thought about it, he wouldn't be surprised at all if his number one girlfriend- now, as a teenager, and in the future- was his right hand. No self-respecting woman would ever allow his filthy mitts anywhere near her, after all. And he was so hyperfocused on women he was either a homosexual that couldn't admit it or a sexually frustrated heterosexual man no one wanted to indulge.

Kiba really hoped it was the latter and not the first- he didn't want Jiraiya to be part of his sexual orientation community.

"You're just a prude." Jiraiya scoffed behind him, but Kiba was making his point clear by looking down at the scroll that was currently in his hands so he could read its title properly and store it away adequately. "Both of you must be fags."

The spike in sudden anger had Kiba breathing in deeply in surprise, breath hitching audibly. His whole body froze and as soon as he heard Jiraiya laughing boisterously, he knew the idiot thought he had reacted so obviously because of his words.

The laughter only caused the wave of anger coming from the other side of the room to become so much more suffocating.

And the oaf didn't even notice how the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped.

"Ah, then I was right! You're just one of those-"

One second Jiraiya had been directly behind him, his presence warm and demanding attention. The next his presence was nowhere to be found and Kiba couldn't catch a single whiff of his scent; although he could attribute that last point to the fact that Orochimaru's cold ire had filled up his nostrils and was currently invading his lungs.

There was no sound after that.

Kiba didn't notice he hadn't been breathing until his lungs began to burn from the need of oxygen and not just the terrifying aura that had just invaded them. When he breathed out hastily, time seemed to resume and he heard the rustling of a page behind him.

When he turned to look behind him, he found that Orochimaru was sitting in the same spot he had been for the past hour, checking his notes on all of the Uzushiogakure scrolls Lady Mito had brought with her to Konohagakure. There was an incredibly obvious absence of a pestering toad that Kiba was not able to ignore.

But the way Orochimaru held himself... the way his fingers were holding on much too tightly to the paper... the utter rigidity of his shoulders...

It all reminded Kiba too much of one of the darkest times in his career as a ninja.

As cowardly as it may have been, he did not ask the snake nin what happened to Jiraiya.

Jiraiya never bothered them again.

Tsunade though did arrive at some point to ask about why the toad idiot was blubbering about claustrophobia and an irrational fear of shadows. Kiba had not been able to answer because he had known nothing. Orochimaru gave nothing away.

If the Hokage heard about any of this, he just allowed his team to deal with it themselves.

That... wasn't really very conducive to strengthening the relationship between all three of them.

It was kind of sad to see, but at least now he had a better perspective as to why the three Sannin had been so dysfunctional and toxic to each other. As great a leader as he may have been to a whole Village, Hiruzen Sarutobi wasn't all that good at leading idiot teenagers.

He met Amaya and Kaito in the most terrifying and embarrassing manner.

Orochimaru and he had just finished eating dinner and he was laying on the ground in the living room, reading up on the recipe book he had just about stolen from Orochimaru. Because he had already gone through all of the simple pastry recipes, he was reading up on the more complex meat dishes. Orochimaru didn't mind a little more meat on his plate- and his clothes were fitting less loose now- so he knew it wouldn't be an issue to focus on this specific type of recipe.

The snake-like teenager was busy working on some new kind of jutsu he found really interesting- he was sitting cross legged on the couch. Kiba was splayed lengthwise of the piece of furniture. The silence was mostly comfortable between them, only broken by the occasional turning of a page, surprised hum, or the odd clicking of a tongue.0

Kiba was feeling pretty tired, considering how Tsunade had run him to the ground in a sparring session that had been partly training exercise, partly vengeance for whatever they had done to Jiraiya, partly 'thank you' spar for what they had done to Jiraiya.

For the first time in his life, he was so focused on reading that he didn't notice when two new scents- just as unimposing as Orochimaru's own- appeared in the living room.

He did notice, though, when two very different feeling long things slithered around his neck, wrapping in a quick circle from two different ends before tightening suddenly on his neck.

He was caught off guard.

He had not been expecting to suddenly be choked in the middle of Orochimaru's living room as he had been reading a book on recipes.

He... hadn't had sex in a while.

"Ah!" the moan left his lips before his brain could catch up to his instincts and stop him from making such a sound right beneath Orochimaru's feet.

His embarrassment was sudden and overpowering- he had immediately let go of the book he had been reading to slap his hands onto his mouth and suppress any other sudden noises that may want to escape.

That had been a tactical mistake- and Kiba had figured this much out when the book dropped onto his face, the dent of the spine just barely aligning with his nose.

The pressure around his neck disappeared at around the same time his hands slapped onto the cover of the book- essentially slapping the face that was beginning to feel like an inferno. But this time he wasn't so absolutely distracted that he didn't hear or smell what happened around him- and he was able to hair the faint scratching of two different long bodies slithering across the ground.

He didn't move.

The crouch creaked beneath Orochimaru as he did something; Kiba rolled onto his side, pulled his knees up to his chest, and made a point of keeping the book pressed against his aching face.

"Amaya, Kaito," Orochimaru's tone was mostly even, if not a tiny bit chiding. "What have I told you about strangling guests?"

Kiba's brain short-circuited.

Strangling guests?

Yo, what the fuck, Orochimaru?!

Silence.

Then Orochimaru sighed, "Kiba, would you care to meet two of my snakes?"

No, not really, was Kiba's first thought. He had just moaned out because he got suddenly strangled by two of Orochimaru's snakes... how was he supposed to even look at the guy after that?

He didn't answer.

Maybe if he stayed on his side and ignored him, Orochimaru would leave him alone to wallow in his own pit of self-pity.

He heard another sigh, something soft slithering against the couch, and then a poke of a big toe into the base of his spine. His whole body jolted at that and- wow! How long had it been since he last had any kind of physical contact since he had left Tobirama and Madara behind? Had he always been this sensitive to absolutely random touches?

Although... the spot that had been poked wasn't a normal spot to poke...

"I believe it was been around a month since you arrived."

Beneath the book glued to his face by his hands, Kiba's eyes narrowed in suspicion. How had Orochimaru known what he had been thinking.

"We have spent most of that time together." Orochimaru continued to pry for some reason beyond him. And Kiba just wanted the ground to swallow him up right then and there- the guy knew exactly why he had reacted the way he had and he wasn't about to let him get away with this. "Are you in dire need of sexual release?"

When he groaned out this time, it was as a physical representation of how absolutely humiliated he was to hear such words leave Orochimaru's mouth.

"You are being incredibly dramatic."

Kiba pulled his knees tighter into his chest and attempted his best impersonation of the ground so the guy would just leave him alone.

He heard the ruffling of some textiles, the barest sliding of skin against the soft couch, and then there was a whole ass hand on the base of his spine, fingers splayed out with the tips of two of them playing with the beginnings of his ass cheeks. It was a pretty cold hand, so his hips did stutter forward a little bit in an instinctual response to his warm body meeting with something so cold... and as soon as he heard the pleased hum from Orochimaru's mouth, he knew the guy had misinterpreted that as yet another reaction of a sexually starved body.

"Just to sate my own curiosity," had Orochimaru's voice gotten deeper? Or was Kiba just imagining things in his never-ending embarrassed haze of humiliating? "What would you do if I were to ask you to get on your knees and service me with your mouth?"

Kiba's brain short-circuited a second time around.

It took a little less time for it to start back up, though, and he was able to make one intelligent thought.

Sniffing at the air would reveal to him if Orochimaru was playing with him.

If he caught even a whiff of malice in the guy's scent... well, he didn't know what he would do, exactly. But it wouldn't be pretty!

Taking a moment to sniff at the air, Kiba was able to smell his extreme embarrassment- and that made him cringe because he must have been feeling pretty freaking humiliated if he could smell himself.

Pushing past this, though, Kiba noticed that Orochimaru's own scent... was tinged with intrigue. There was a bit of amusement, yeah, but it was mostly overshadowed by the aforementioned emotion.

And wasn't it funny that even these two scents were inhumanly tame?

Well... at least that explained why Orochimaru's voice was stable and very much normal sounding.

"Inuzuka." his name was hummed out in a bit of a song just as the hand on his spine moved the tiniest bit down, the long middle finger beginning to play with the curve that led to his asshole. "Answer my question."

It was a demand.

Kiba's mouth ran dry. He bit the inside of his bottom lip before rushing out, "I'd really like that!"

The hand lowered completely onto his ass, cupping his left cheek with no remorse. "Good boy."

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Please review!

And don't worry- I promise that the next chapter will begin with the continuation of this cut off sex scene.

Also, this is the point where I warn y'all that from here on out you'll be seeing Orochimaru/Kiba, dom/sub sex dynamics (at least I hope- I'm still learning how to write for that), the swingers lifestyle, and other such kinds of degeneracy common with smutty stories that barely have a plot. You have been warned!