Warnings: Buckle up, horny readers! The official kinks that will be seen in this chapter are: (a type of) voyeurism and Dom/sub, clothed sex, along with the swinger's lifestyle and actual swinging, exhibitionism, and semi-public sex. Also Danzou's now in here. I have zero shame.

Sorry not sorry- this thing has a life of its own and I'm having a heck of a lot of fun just imagining this kind of shit unravel- especially because I then get to share it with the rest of the interwebs.

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Kiba now found his knees pressed into the cushions of the couch, the left side of his face pushed into the backrest because he wasn't able to utilize his hands to stabilize himself and keep his body balanced. Why couldn't he use his hands? They were currently busy; therefore unavailable to keep his face and chest away from the couch.

"You have done this before."

"You have a gift for pointing out the obvious." Kiba hissed in frustration before biting his bottom lip, clamping down on the moan he wanted to let out as his fingers brushed ever so slightly against his prostate.

"Do you believe you are stretched enough?"

Kiba had quickly learned that Orochimaru was a particularly talkative guy during this particular sexual encounter. This was incredibly weird, especially when one considered how Orochimaru was usually such a quiet person. But the whole time Kiba had spent on his knees, coaxing the other male's dick to hardness, Orochimaru had commented on how skilled his tongue was; if not that, he murmured how he didn't mind his sharp canines dragging a little against his sensitive member, but don't abuse; and at one point he had even felt the need to point out the observation he had made surrounding Kiba's rather eager acceptance of this tryst.

Throughout all of that, he had made sure to let Kiba know he was doing a good job and he was enjoying himself, though, so Kiba just accepted the oddness with the good and pushed through. Maybe this was a regular characteristic of Orochimaru while he acquired sexual pleasure; maybe this was a one-time things.

He was getting dick tonight. And he had done weirder things than sit through uncharacteristic conversations just to get some dick in his past.

Huh... he really was easy.

Sasuke may have been an angered prick that couldn't stomach not having been the best fuck Kiba had ever had when he had shouted such a thing, but the Uchiha seemed to have been correct.

Kiba took a moment to truly think about how his asshole felt and eventually shrugged, turning his head to the side to look at Orochimaru over his left shoulder as he pulled his hands away to place them against the back of the couch. "Unless you've got an absolute monster down there, I'm sure I'm fine as is right now."

"Interesting." Orochimaru smirked as he stepped towards Kiba, his erection standing proud against the clothes he had refused to escape from- oh, condoms existed in this time?

It was kind of weird to notice such a thing, but it wouldn't be the first time Kiba was buck-naked while his partner was very much overly-dressed. Although, the last time such a thing had happened had been after an unfortunate string of losses in a game of strip-bets, so the circumstances had been very different, he conceded. He wasn't sure why Orochimaru didn't want to lose the clothes, but he wasn't about to question it either. If he hadn't undressed by now, it just meant he didn't want to.

Kiba couldn't help the dumbass smile that came over his lips at that moment- heh, Orochimaru's dick was just as overdressed as the rest of his body.

"It took you very little time to stretch yourself. Why is that?" Orochimaru asked softly, allowing his left hand to fall onto Kiba's left hip- his eyes were glued to Kiba's ass, which was somewhat pushed out... was he starting to feel self-conscious?

Orochimaru's hand was cold on his warm hip, and Kiba felt the urge to move away ever so slightly before its thumb began to run soothing circles over his skin. Goosebumps appeared in the finger's wake and one sharp nail began to run over the base of his spine, teasing him.

"Are you naturally loose?" the voice was closer to his left ear- oh, he had turned his face to look in the direction in front of him instead of leaving his head turned to be able to look at the snake nin... when had that happened?

Orochimaru's tone had dropped somewhat, becoming a bit more husky; there was no bite to the questions, though. There was only intrigue in his words.

Shifting slightly, Kiba's knees sank deeper into the couch cushions beneath him. Orochimaru's face grew closer to Kiba's neck, causing goosebumps to rise as cold breath ghosted against him. "I am waiting for an answer."

Kiba's eyes narrowed... then he breathed in, reminded himself that this was just sex and no matter how... different Orochimaru made him feel, this was completely normal for someone like him. He enjoyed being naked and he enjoyed pleasuring others- there was absolutely nothing new about this whole encounter except for the fact that Orochimaru was himself and, therefore, very different from any other partner he had ever had.

He didn't know why he was suddenly feeling bashful- and he didn't... like it.

"Y-yeah." he cleared his throat, then rolled his hips back, letting out a tentative whine in an attempt to regain control of the situation. "Why're you waiting so long?"

The hand on his hip had its fingers curl enough for the tip of sharp nails to play with his skin, all the while the hand on the curve of his spine added four other fingers to ghost over the same spot he had previously been rubbing over. "Down, boy."

There was something about Orochimaru's voice... it wasn't precisely threatening, nor was it forceful. But whatever it was that the oddity was, it made Kiba silence any other complaint that tried to make its way out of his mouth. He kept his ass sticking out just a bit further than was a relaxed stance, hoping that Orochimaru would finally get the hint and just fuck him.

Kiba found his breath hitching against his will when the hand on his hip dragged itself upwards, running over stomach, chest, and finally settled onto his neck. The trail it blazed remained alight with the finger's coolness- Kiba's skin absolutely danced at the slow ministrations. And then, when the hand was nice and relaxed against his collarbone, Kiba found his breathing pick up- he didn't know what Orochimaru was planning... but his cock was pulsing and his ass was desperately begging for some cock, any cock would suffice.

Silence reigned.

Kiba's cock was beginning to hurt from how eager he was and how brutally ignored it had been.

Beside his ear, tickling it and causing another shiver to run up the Inuzuka's spine, Kiba heard Orochimaru breathe out, then he whispered, "Good boy."

The hand began to tighten slowly around his throat, Kiba gasped in anticipation; the head of a pulsing cock was slid into his greedy asshole, so slow that it was absolute torture.

Kiba keened, trying to push himself back to help Orochimaru fully sheathe himself; only to whine in distress when the hand at the base of his spine pushed against him, forcing him to, essentially, stay in place.

"Slow." Orochimaru growled, voice still very close to Kiba's ear. "Behave."

Tears of frustration sprang up into his eyes just as Orochimaru dragged his index finger over his Adam's Apple, pressing his nail ever so subtly against the skin there.

Kiba wanted to cry out and beg Orochimaru to speed up; but Orochimaru took his sweet time in both pushing himself to the hilt and in tightening his hand around Kiba's neck to the point he wanted.

Sharp nails dug into the top of the back of the couch, frustration and need swirling deep in him at the same time as arousal and eager anticipation had Kiba's cock pulsing.

Orochimaru enjoyed taking things slow. Every single one of his moves was carefully thought out, executed with a sort of inhuman precision that made him keen in exasperation, and absolutely torturous to the Inuzuka, whose heart and body begged for more, faster, harder.

When Orochimaru finally began to thrust, Kiba wanted to cheer; but his voice was stolen by the hand on his throat tightening just a fraction further.

When the snake nin finally found his prostate, Kiba wanted to shout at him to hit the same spot and just let him cum; his cock was red, pulsing, and had absolutely earned release. He opened his mouth to say such a thing; Orochimaru squeezed and a broken moan escaped his mouth.

It was one of the most unique fuckings Kiba ever experienced.

Odd, sure... but when the orgasm hit... fuck, had it been bone wracking.

Shame about the couch.

"No pain?"

Kiba chuckled at the question, "None at all." and then he rubbed at his throat with his right hand, shrugging softly. "Although I don't think you can really choke me too hard if you don't want any marks on me."

Orochimaru frowned, sighed softly, and shrugged. "I didn't want to leave any marks in case you didn't want any. Unlike some other shinobi I'm sure you've bedded, I'm considerate."

The Inuzuka's amusement spiked at this and he soon smiled as he stood up from the table and began to clear it. "If you were considerate, you would've fucked me hard and fast."

First he grabbed his plate and chopsticks, then picked up Orochimaru's own. When he made to begin walking towards the kitchen to start washing up, he heard Orochimaru hum, "Did you hate what I did?"

Of course not; Kiba rolled his eyes and began cleaning the plates. "Nope." he eventually stated, before offering, "But maybe next time be a bit harsher with me? I like fast and hard, y'know."

There was a tick of silence; Kiba wondered if he had broken Orochimaru by insinuating that they could have sex again. Then he heard Orochimaru clear his throat and Kiba couldn't help but smile at his words, "We shall see how I am feeling next time. But I would like to clarify that, for the most part, I enjoy dismantling my partner to see them squirm and hear them beg."

Ah, Orochimaru was that kind of person.

With a smirk, he turned to look at the snake nin. When he noticed that he was, indeed, looking back, the Inuzuka sent a flirtatious wink his way. "I'll make sure to beg like a bitch in heat, then."

He was able to stop himself just short of laughing when Orochimaru quickly turned his head away from him, obscuring whatever change in facial expression he may have undergone.

Like with Tobirama, it was almost natural to slip into a routine with Orochimaru.

The best part about Orochimaru, though, was that he one hundred percent had no romantic inclinations for him. He wasn't against having another body to warm his own on some nights, but he strove to keep his personal space as often as possible and he made it more than just incredibly clear that all he wanted was someone to fuck- he didn't care for anything deeper and he wasn't about to fall to such human whimsy.

Kiba... almost burst out crying upon hearing Orochimaru's scathingly honest voice tell him this- not out of anything negative, though; out of pure happiness.

Finally. After years of trying... he finally found someone that was like him.

It may have been too early to think this because Tobirama had said the same thing... but Kiba wholeheartedly believed that Orochimaru was like him. With a guy that was so emotionally disconnected, there was no way that he would ever get attached to anyone other than himself... and his snakes. He loved those things more than he disliked Jiraiya's ignorant tirades.

Soon enough, a new event was added to their usual routine- normally every two or three weeks. After a hard day's work with the still out of control scroll library, when Orochimaru was clearly wound tight and had been forced to spend some time with Jiraiya and the idiot had been particularly foolhardy, the snake nin would walk up to Kiba. He would slink behind him and gingerly place two fingers against the base of his spine, softly wheedling them in between Kiba's clothes to seek contact with skin.

Orochimaru's barely perceptible smell would be filled with annoyance and lust and there was really only the need for the guy to speak up for Kiba to take action and give him what they both wanted.

Depending on his mood and what he was feeling up for at that particular time, Kiba would then either get on his knees and start 'servicing' Orochimaru with his mouth or make his way somewhere stable to start stretching himself out.

It was a good addition to their routine. A very good one indeed.

Orochimaru had an aversion to the human body. It was kind of humorous, in a way... if not for the fact that it was an aversion to his own body.

Sure, he wasn't a fan of the rawer state of the human body- so he wasn't really willing to help Kiba out with preparing his asshole or even 'service' Kiba's own cock. And he had made a point of no kissing because he found the human mouth disgusting- even though he was more than willing to bite Kiba's neck and leave marks all over the Inuzuka's body once he had found out the Inuzuka did not, in fact, mind physical evidence being left on him.

It was odd, in a way, to have a partner that was so limiting, but Kiba had done enough odd things in his life to find sexual release, so meh.

The problem was that Orochimaru didn't let him do much of anything to him. The most he got to do was the oral sex Orochimaru very clearly enjoyed- but that was all. He wasn't able to bite, lick, or even touch too much onto Orochimaru. If he got a few grazes of his hands against Orochimaru's skin, he would be told to keep his hands away from both of their bodies!

He didn't like this. He wasn't selfish in bed and he much preferred pleasuring his lover over receiving pleasure himself... and he was starting to think that Orochimaru was very much like himself in this respect as well. He was constantly touching Kiba, playing with his nipples, teasing him with light and harsh touches all over his body, biting down on his throat at just the right time... but Kiba wasn't able to do such a thing; it was starting to become frustrating.

On the day he started contemplating if he should try and tell Orochimaru this or just accept it as a fact of life- no one was perfect and if Orochimaru was capable of keeping feelings out of this arrangement, then no matter his failings, he was the best Kiba had found in a very long time-, the other asked for something... interesting.

"So... you want me to be your submissive?"

Orochimaru's lips were pressed into a tight line and from the harshness of his narrowed eyebrows, Kiba could tell that the snake nin was incredibly serious about what he was asking. Not just that, from the whiteness of the knuckles on the hands that were tightly clasped together with a pointed chin resting on them, the Inuzuka could tell that this was something that mattered to Orochimaru.

A tense nod.

Kiba sucked at his upper teeth as he leaned back a bit on his chair.

The dinner he had prepared was left mostly forgotten in front of both of them- Orochimaru had dropped quite the question before they had been able to begin to eat.

"Do everything you tell me to do, let you tie me up, be all peaceful and subjugated- that kind of stuff?" even though he was aware that the phrasing was somewhat harsh, Kiba's tone of voice was plainly curious. He wasn't really all that surprised to find that Orochimaru was into the dominant/submissive side of sex- but he was curious about what, exactly, the guy was looking for.

It took a few seconds, but Orochimaru eventually explained in a serious and stern tone that left no room for misunderstanding, "There wouldn't be too much of a shift from our actual dynamic- at least, I don't think so... you already respond positively to most of my orders and, quite frankly, have trusted me to make the majority if not all of the decisions that pertain to our sexual dynamic. Mostly, at this point, I would just like to officially establish our dynamic..."

Kiba quirked an eyebrow, "The dynamic that's been you having the final say all this time?"

Orochimaru nodded stiffly. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. And then he spoke in a tone so raw that Kiba was taken aback by it, "I... enjoy it when you give up your control me, yes, but that's not the end of it. I am incapable of a regular, normal relationship- I crave power too much for such a thing. There's... positive stimulation when I see you cooking for me; there's a spark of a feeling I don't quite understand whenever you just accept my petition to have sex. Your obedience and eagerness to please... it's precisely what I've most yearned for in a partner. Selfishly, I want more- if you would allow it."

Kiba was surprised to find out that he wasn't surprised at all to hear any of this. If anything, hearing it put a lot of the pieces of the puzzle that was Orochimaru in their proper place.

He was a dominant personality, now that he thought about it. Orochimaru loathed disorder and tried to keep his personal life and the spaces he inhabited as controlled as possible. If he didn't clean up, he asked for Kiba to not leave too much of a mess... and Kiba went ahead and cleaned up for him whenever he found the chance to.

Holy shit...

Kiba's eyes widened for a fraction before he smiled softly and began to shake his head at himself. "Oh, fuck, that's been our thing all this time and I didn't even notice it."

That's what had been off about his actions with Orochimaru! This whole time, he had been aware of the fact that he had acted differently with the guy and he hadn't noticed it until right now!

"Pardon?"

"You're an alpha, dude." Kiba smiled, crossing his arms over his chest before informing, "I've been looking to please you all this time and I didn't even notice it."

Well, that was a brand new facet to his sexual identity. Never before had he come across any individual that had possessed the power Orochimaru naturally exuded- that's why he'd never acted this way before. And when he finally had come across someone that demanded control by just existing, he had submitted without a second thought.

Was he really that much of a slut that his subconscious knew what to do before he had even noticed the precise kind of individual Orochimaru was- and, by extension, what kind of behavior he should adopt when around him?

Eh, he was an absolute slut. It wouldn't be much of a stretch for this to be reality.

"You didn't notice what you were doing?" Orochimaru frowned now, and Kiba could see that he was now holding his hands together so tight that his nails were leaving dents in his skin.

Kiba allowed himself to take a second to think about what Orochimaru was offering, what it meant, and what he felt about the whole thing...

Quite frankly, he'd never been in an official Dom/sub kind of relationship. The closest he had gotten to that were men that demanded he submit to them- but that wasn't what Orochimaru was talking about. He was talking about more; hell, he was talking about Kiba agreeing to hand over all of his trust to him and default to agreeing with everything... at least, that's what he understood.

Would it be a bad thing to hand over all power to the guy, though?

Interestingly enough, even though Kiba was the kind of person that enjoyed keeping some semblance of control during sex, the idea was... well... it was interesting.

Hell, he'd already submitted to Orochimaru all this time. And the snake nin hadn't abused of that trust in any way.

"Nope." he eventually smiled, "Okay. I'm in."

Orochimaru's breath caught in his throat.

"But!" he quickly followed up; the other's eyes narrowed in distrust immediately. "We've got to have a deep talk about boundaries, what we're comfortable with, and," he breathed in, remembered how he didn't like just receiving pleasure, and finished with, "when and how I get to have some fun too."

"Of course." Orochimaru's voice was a bit more breathless than what Kiba was sure the guy would have liked to sound, and then he allowed his hands to unclasp, moving his right hand to grab onto his chopsticks. "Would you like to have that conversation now?"

"Sure."

Every single new lover he had brought a brand new experience.

Honestly, he was kind of very intrigued to see what this new development would bring into his life.

"Willing to lose control?"

Those words were always so charged... and Kiba, like the shameless slut he was, barely ever thought about denying Orochimaru what he very clearly wanted to indulge in.

"Yes, sir." he just about purred as cold hands snaked their way into his shirt, trailing up his sides before winding up at his nipples.

It was like flicking a switch when Orochimaru said those words now. In Kiba's brain, there was a clear distinction between how the other male treated him under normal circumstances and how he treated him when they were in agreement about entering the Dom/sub mindset.

Orochimaru was always in control, sure... but when they entered this time... it was like... that much clearer? Kiba barely understood it, to be completely honest. He just knew that there was a very clear distinction between how Orochimaru spoke to him when it was just them indulging in this kink and when they were just sharing time alone, without the kink involved.

"You're going to be good today, right?" Orochimaru's mouth was right beside his ear, whispering as his breath tickled Kiba, all the while the thumb and forefinger on each hand pinched down on both of his nipples- the jolt that ran through his body was instant and delicious. "And all for me?"

Kiba allowed hips to roll back, playfully pushing his ass into Orochimaru's crotch, before whispering, "Of course, sir."

In a blur of hands, eager kisses, and sharp bites, Kiba eventually found himself pushed up against the wall of the kitchen. His shirt had somehow been lost in the dizzying movements and Orochimaru's mouth was firmly latched on the left trap, making a point of leaving a distinct hickey on him in a place that few would be able to see.

Orochimaru loved leaving a mark and Kiba loved receiving them- but they both agreed that there was no need for others to see the snake-nin's handiwork.

The pressure on his skin was hard and tantalizing- Kiba's erection was slowly rising from the attention his master was showering him with.

Wasn't that a thought? He now had a master!

Life was funny.

"Tell me about the last person that fucked you." Orochimaru demanded, voice stern even as it maintained a somewhat breathless intonation. "Who was the last person you spread these legs for?" as he said this, the other man made a point of nudging Kiba's thighs open with his knees, eventually pushing the very knee towards the wall and giving Kiba's growing erection something perfect to grind against.

With a moan, Kiba took a moment to think about the last person that had fucked him. It took a bit of thinking, considering how Orochimaru was making a point of making it hard for him to think while he was teasing him so good.

"Tobirama." he managed to gasp out- Orochimaru thrust his knee upwards in such a manner that Kiba jumped, the pressure that suddenly came over his cock unexpected and delicious. "That man had the longest fingers."

Orochimaru hummed, licking his way up from Kiba's trap up to his neck, then bit down harshly. Kiba moaned like the unrepentant bitch in heat he was and ground himself into Orochimaru's thigh. The hands on his body were playing with his nipples so harshly Kiba knew they would undoubtedly be bruised by morning-time but fuck did it feel great.

After the guy had made a point of suckling at the skin he had almost broken through- goddamn his canines were basically fangs-, he ordered Kiba to continue explaining to him what Tobirama had done him.

Feeling particularly shameless on this day, Kiba didn't really need much goading from Orochimaru to tell him what he wanted to know about how Tobirama had teased and tortured him by taking his sweet time both stretching him out and actually fucking him... before pounding into him with such speed and strength that Kiba had been left sore for the first time in a long while.

Orochimaru hadn't allowed either of them to release their erections from their clothed confinements as Kiba struggled to tell the story. He had merely continued to nip, tease, and bite Kiba's exposed skin, all the while grinding their weeping cocks together. Honestly, the orgasm that crashed into Kiba had been unexpected because he had never gotten off from just... grinding against someone... and he felt kind of embarrassed at such a fact when the wet spot in his pants became much clearer after the post-orgasm haze slowly seeped away.

Orochimaru, though, still corralling him against the wall, seemed more content than anything else and smirked softly against the tanned skin he had made a meal out of previously.

"Good boy." he whispered, voice dripping with clear fulfilment. "Take back control, pet. It's time to get cleaned up."

Admittedly, Kiba blinked in an unusual sort of confusion as Orochimaru peeled himself off of his body and began to head towards his room to clean up... this was the first time he ever actually spoke about another one of his sexual encounters in the midst of one with someone else... hell, this was the first time since he first popped a boner that he came in his own pants.

The Inuzuka made a face as his semen made itself that much clearer as gravity began to force it to slide down his thighs.

Well... at least Orochimaru had liked what they had done, clearly.

Huh... could this be one of those kinks the guy had always wanted to take part in but had been unable to because of his lack of confidence in embarking in such peculiar tastes with others?

Well, Kiba would have to do some soul-searching to make sure he was alright with taking part in this kind of thing... because, honestly, this was brand new territory.

But the first order of business would be to shower and get out of these clothes.

Soul searching didn't take long and Kiba came to a conclusion within a week of having taking part in the new kind of sexual kink with Orochimaru. And, like a proper Inuzuka, he decided to test the waters and push the envelope by escalating.

"Hey, Orochimaru, wanna see me getting fucked by someone else?"

Orochimaru choked on thin air for a few seconds, his book falling from his hands to wind up crashing against the ground.

Kiba winced somewhat at the reaction because, honestly, he hadn't thought the guy would react so violently. He took Orochimaru's choking to move a bit to the side, making a bit more space between them- just in case the question pissed the guy off and he needed to run off to not have to receive a verbal lashing for having been so crass.

Orochimaru only really gave those to Jiraiya, but Kiba didn't really feel like having to find out what being on the receiving side of such a thing felt like.

The choking eventually became coughs that slowly subdued... and then silence...

Kiba began to lift himself off from the couch, only by a few millimeters, just to have a chance at a running start.

He was wondering if he should jump through the open window or chance the door being unlocked when Orochimaru asked him something... he certainly had not expected.

Sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered expecting something from this guy. Because, up to this point, the guy had proven to be mostly unpredictable in his sexual interests.

"How old are you?"

The question startled him, but, after taking a whiff of the air and noticing that Orochimaru's scent was intrigued and turned on, rather than annoyed, Kiba allowed himself to sit back down on the couch.

He hadn't thought about that in a while.

He had been only around four months away from turning eighteen before Naruto had been stupid and he had been stuck in a time not his own. Considering how he had spent quite some time in the past... it wouldn't be a stretch to estimate that he had already missed his eighteenth birthday.

Bummer.

Still, Kiba shrugged and informed Orochimaru of this fact.

The other male hummed.

"Have you ever heard of a swinging party?" the snake-nin took a moment to think, then continued with, "Have you ever heard of swinging?"

Kiba had, in fact, not.

Once Orochimaru finished explaining to him what a swinger was... Kiba couldn't believe that this important nugget of information had remained unknown by him for so long.

Of course he agreed to being Orochimaru's date for the first swinging party he would attend. He would have been an idiot to not go.

Dressed up in a dark red crop top that most definitely was not created for the masculine form, a pair of tight pants that showed off that he had nothing to hide, and a leather collar that was supposed to demonstrate he belonged to a Dom, Kiba decided that a swinging party was the greatest thing he had never known about.

He had a great body and he had never gotten to flaunt it like this- of course he loved it. But there was something deeper than just being able to show off his physique- possibly, the reason he was enjoying this so much was because Orochimaru had been the one to pick out this outfit and buy it for him.

What could he say? He enjoyed being pampered. Orochimaru didn't do it often, so Kiba rejoiced in it whenever it actually happened.

The party was something he had enjoyed and marveled in. There had been dancing, drinks, and sexual acts on full display for anyone to see. Kiba had been able to enjoy the new sights and smells- oh god, the sex, sweat, and everything in between that had been in the air had been enough to intoxicate him. From the way Orochimaru had actually allowed him to dance off and grind against whoever was brave enough, the Inuzuka had been able to tell that he too had enjoyed himself. Hell, the guy had probably gotten his rocks off at some point by just watching Kiba dancing, groping, and kissing complete strangers.

Huh... probably, part of the reason he enjoyed the party so much was also because it was the only public place he had not been asked to wear a bandana to cover up the fact he was an Inuzuka. In there, he was just another anonymous swinger- not someone Konoha had to look out for.

Liberating was a word that didn't fully describe how awesome everything had been.

Kiba hadn't found any guy in the party, though, that had caught his eye. Every single person in here was either focused on their own thing, trying to hard to enter their own thing, or just enjoying the sights... nobody was particularly interesting enough to make Kiba notice them.

Orochimaru managed to corner him in a hallway that reeked of lube, cigarette, and sweat where the lights barely worked and he could hear an orgy through the walls. Kiba's head swam as Orochimaru fucked him against the wall, pants barely pulled down below his ass cheeks, the alcohol he had been allowed to drink swirling with everything that was going on around him.

Anyone could have seen them there, even with the darkness in the stretch of the building the party had been hosted

For the first time in his life, Kiba felt like he finally properly embodied the shameless whore he had always thought of himself as on that night.

It had been heaven.

The second time they went to a swinging party, Kiba caught the eye of a heterosexual couple. The woman's breasts had been soft enough to comfortably bite into, but supple enough to not feel like the lump of fat and skin they were. Kiba wasn't really into women, but, hell, the woman had wanted to see her man fuck him and was more than happy to sit back and enjoy Kiba's amateur fingers.

Kiba had been up for it... but then he had faced the shitty reality that these two hadn't respected Orochimaru as his master.

When he had pulled them towards Orochimaru, in a couched area that directly faced the dance-floor they had just left, the man had made a quip about how Orochimaru seemed to young to give him a proper ride- his mind would be blown when he finally got to experienced a man.

Inuzuka were nothing if loyal, so Kiba had immediately turned on him and told him to fuck off.

The couple had been surprised and tried to do some damage control, but Kiba had bared his teeth and told them he was a package deal with his master and if they didn't respect that, they weren't going to have a chance at him.

The woman had been smart and reared back, taking her man with him.

Kiba had turned back to Orochimaru, frowning and just about huffing in indignation, and found the guy looking at him with one eyebrow quirked. He didn't say anything, just stared.

Kiba crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, "Either they respect you're my alpha or they ain't getting me."

Orochimaru's eyes stared listlessly for a few seconds, then he crooked his fingers, signaling for Kiba to sit down on his lap. Kiba did so, annoyance slowly being edged away by curiosity, and found Orochimaru kissing him below his neck.

"Good boy."

Third time would hopefully be the charm.

Dressed up in a pair of gray shorts that left little to nothing to the imagination, his prized collar, and a dark long sleeved shirt that was loose enough at the shoulders to show one off, albeit tight on his abdomen, Kiba felt like quite the prize. Maybe tonight someone other than Orochimaru would get to open him up.

It took a few hours- which were spent dancing and getting to know other swingers that were quickly becoming good friends-, but eventually Kiba found someone that caught his eye.

"Him?"

Kiba nodded, "Him."

There was something about the visibly older man... he couldn't really put his finger on it. But the way he strolled through the dancefloor, confident yet relaxed, was particularly alluring after all of the painfully obvious men that were desperate to find a good fuck for themselves, pulling their partners along without a real care for them.

There was a smoky hue to his sharp brown eyes that made them stick out, even if they were a rather common color. Or maybe Kiba was confusing absolute disinterest with a color now- he wasn't sure.

Everything about the man screamed confidence, experience, and, most importantly, patience. His clothes were plain, so he clearly wasn't looking to immediately strike out in a crowd in a gaudy manner. But he was clearly comfortable in sticking out and it was plain to see from the aura of I'm great and I don't need anyone to tell me that he exuded; which was an aura that drew more than just Kiba's eyes to him. There were quite a few women gawking at him and none of them earned his gaze.

Orochimaru's hand on his shoulder smoothed a circle over exposed skin for a few seconds. Over the music in the establishment, he managed to hear the subtle swirling of his the wine within glass.

This was the first time Kiba expressed any enthusiastic interest in any of the visitors to this brand of party. Of course it was the first time! The first time everyone had been boring and the second time, he had caught someone else's eye. The guy had been good looking and clearly packing, so he had decided to go ahead and give them a try- he had learned his lesson and decided he would only accept someone that he was intrigued by first.

"It may prove difficult to convince him to do anything with us." Orochimaru informed him after a few seconds of thought, voice plain- he was simply stating a fact, there was no disappointment or even hope behind his words. "But I will see what I can do. If anyone approaches you while I am gone, you are to tell them that you are not allowed to speak to strangers without your master around."

"Yessir." Kiba nodded, smirking ever so slightly. "I'll be good."

"Hmm- you better." Orochimaru hummed as he extricated himself away from Kiba and stood up from the couch. "I'm going to attempt to bring you quite the gift, after all. And only good boys get gifts."

By the time Orochimaru returned, he did so with the man accompanying him. And from closer up, Kiba was able to smell that he truly was a confident man and he was interested in whatever his master had offered him. He could also see a distinct 'x' shaped scar on his chin, which probably meant this guy was, at the very least, someone with an interesting backstory.

How fortunate he had been to take a break from all of the dancing to relax for a bit with Orochimaru. Now they had finally found someone that interested Kiba and respected Orochimaru's dominance... probably.

"May I touch?" the man asked Orochimaru and Kiba's heart began to beat faster.

Orochimaru's smirk oozed with lust and Kiba licked his lips in anticipation. The man winked back at him, but waited for Orochimaru to answer him.

Oh, this was going to be good.

"You may kiss first." the snake-nin settled on, motioning for the man to sit down beside Kiba. "Let's see if he likes that."

And, beside himself, Kiba could admit that there was something tantalizing about Orochimaru calling the shots and determining what would happen with him rather than Kiba deciding himself.

And yet, even with the way Orochimaru was taking control, he was still giving Kiba a comfort zone to back out if he didn't enjoy things as much as he had thought he would.

Emotionally detached and awkward as he was, Orochimaru was a good first Dom to have.

The man asked to be called Danzou and Kiba's brain was so hazed by lust and excitement that it was incapable of processing the name and letting him know that he had heard it once before. Quite frankly, when his blood rushed to his second head, very little ever was left for the primary one.

"Please." he begged, hips bucking backwards to finally have the older man's cock sheathe itself within him.

"Patience." and how Kiba loathed that word as much as he loved it. "Your master needs to give the go ahead."

His hands were holding on to the footboard of the bed they were currently on, which was within one of the rooms that was up for grabs for more private endeavors. Orochimaru was sat directly in front of him, legs spread and swollen cock freed from the confines of his pants. It was weeping and Kiba's mouth became dry- oh, he would love to wrap his lips around that dick right now...

With legs spread out and back curved, Kiba's asshole had been properly stretched and lubed by Danzou's thick fingers- fuck, he was twitching and he needed to be filled.

"What do you think, Danzou? Has Kiba been good? Does this eager slut deserve your cock?" Orochimaru wrapped his right hand around his member, each finger coming down slowly and fully capturing Kiba's attention.

He keened, softly panting out wordless please to give him what they knew he wanted.

A large hand came down on his left cheek, easily grabbing hold of more than of it, and started to knead it. Kiba's hips bucked backwards and his cock began to pulse in time to the groping motion. Once more, he moaned, filthy, unabashed sounds that filled up the whole room.

Danzou hummed and it was a playful sound that let Kiba know he had a clear answer, but he wanted to draw out his torture as long as was possible. "I think you'd be the only person to answer such a question. After all, you know when he's being good. I'm new here and all."

Orochimaru's hum was pointed, teasing, and played harmoniously with the one that Danzou had let out only a few seconds prior. He made a point of giving his weeping cock one broad, languid cock before smirking, "Fuck him; hard and fast. He loves being used."

If Kiba had been in any right mind, he would have challenged the guy and told him that he loved pleasing, not being used. But Danzou's large hand on his ass had its partner appear on his hip and in a few seconds there was a large cock wrecking his insides- just Orochimaru had requested: hard and fast- and he became an incoherent mess in record time.

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Totally random thought I just got- Kiba's the ultimate waifu. There's no other explanation for why so many people are willing to throw themselves at him. Next chapter will probably continue building upon this one and have some more swinging shit because why not?

Hope you liked this! Let me know what you think through a review- y'know, if you want.