Warnings: Daddy Kink- Danzou's here and I couldn't stop myself; sorry not sorry. And some more of that kind of public sex- how do you categorize having sex in a private office room? Anyway, I do hope you've kept those seatbelts on, buckaroos. This chapter's ride is going to be more emotional than sexual because... yes. Also still some sex. Also because yes.

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For a good ten minutes, Kiba lay on the bed, exhausted and spent, with his face rested comfortably against Danzou's left pec. His whole body was curled up into the older man's warmth and he felt in absolute peace. Danzou's arm was resting lazily against his back, his hand placed carelessly on Kiba's hip.

The rising and falling action of Danzou's chest was mesmerizing and lulled Kiba into a very comfortable place where he wasn't quite sleeping but very much not awake. Hell, he was barely even paying attention. He was so happy to just relax and be chill that he hadn't even thought about where Orochimaru was- or even what he might be thinking about him cuddling up to Danzou without his permission.

Danzou's chest rumbled as he said something, but Kiba was far too blissed out from the amazing sex and euphoric orgasm to pay attention. He just enjoyed feeling the vibrations that ran through the man's chest, moving himself even closer to his body until he was basically laying on top of Danzou, one leg hooked over the other's knee.

He heard Orochimaru murmur something as an answer, Danzou rumbled with a soft chuckle, and then he felt the hand on his hip tap at him. Kiba nuzzled his head against the other's chest, making a point of not wanting to move. He felt another rumble go through the man's body, this time shorter, and then another hand was pushing softly at his arm.

Kiba whined, trying to stay laying on top of the man, but he was slowly moved away so that Danzou could slide out from beneath him. He groaned as soon as his body met against the warm patch that had been left behind by Danzou's exit- feeling much colder than before now that the human heater had left the bed. Keening, he moved so that he could pull some sheets over his body in an attempt to keep warm even after the traitor had left.

Eyes closed, body warm, and feeling at peace, Kiba began to doze in the large bed that took up a good chunk of the space within the room they had moved to after Danzou had proved to be respectful of Orochimaru's position and well worth Kiba's intrigue in him. Honestly, he had little idea as to how Orochimaru had acquired the room because he knew rather well how popular it was for swinging parties to use a place like this- there had been a reason as to why their first time in this kind of party had wound up with them rutting against a wall, after all.

Still, Kiba had been more than happy to ignore any non-pressings thoughts; the Inuzuka was so happy to just laze, he didn't even bother to wonder about what people around him were doing.

His brain was fogged in the best way possible and Kiba wanted to luxuriate in this as much as he could; hell, even his eyes were being weighed down by how relaxed and tired he simultaneously was. It had been a long time since he had experienced an orgasm quite like this and it was something he was more than eager to enjoy for as long as he was allowed to.

The peace was shattered by heavy hands tugging at his body, pulling him away from the warm paradise he had created for himself. Instinctually, Kiba attempted to return to the warmth, run away from the cold, and he keened in a tired attempt to not have to leave the blissful paradise he had managed to find.

"No..." he whined, pawing at the bed to not allow the evil hands to pull him from it.

His only objective ended in failure- Kiba was not able to return to the beautiful warmth. Instead, he was forced into a solid body that wasn't as warm as the bed had been. And Kiba groaned dramatically, cracking one eye open to glare at the heartless criminal that had stolen his happiness.

He didn't find a villain.

He found thin air.

Wha-

As his brain struggled to understand what his eyes were seeing, Kiba found his legs defying gravity as they were lifted up into the air at the same time a strong object wrapped around his back and cradled it.

His body was well on its way to the bathroom connected to this room by the time his brain understood that Danzou had picked him up and had been the villain that had pulled him away from the warm bed.

"What's going on?" he asked, voice barely more coherent than a tired mumble.

Danzou glanced down at him, dark eyes soft; almost tender looking; and offered a small smile. "I drew a bath."

...

Kiba's lips pursed.

That answered absolutely nothing... if anything, it left the Inuzuka even more confused than before. It confused him so much that he narrowed his only open eye and attempted to scrutinize Danzou's face in an attempt to see if he would garner any more information from that.

Eventually, as he continued to try and understand what was happening, his surroundings changed from the darkness of the room. A bright light hit his poor eye and caused him to groan softly, prompting to close it in an attempt to keep the jarring change from hurting it too much.

Before he was able to tell Danzou he was an asshole and he demanded some kind of retribution, Kiba felt his body lowered from the high place it had been while Danzou had carried him.

As soon as his naked body was submerged in the hot water, Kiba moaned and allowed himself to sink deeper into the bath. He didn't miss the pleased chuckle that left Danzou, but was just happy to begin to luxuriate in a new kind of warmth.

Quite frankly, he just about melted.

When Danzou began to run a hand over his arm, soaping it up, he barely registered it. Admittedly, the only reason as to why he truly noticed it was because the sweet smell of lavender was almost cloying and it jarred his nose into attention.

The Inuzuka took a moment to yawn, then blinked his eyes open and attempted to find Danzou- which wasn't a particularly easy endeavor due to the distracting combination of how comfortable he felt mixing in with the steam that fogged up the bathroom. Eventually, though, he managed to catch sight of the older man and his tanned skin and their eyes met, causing a small smirk to appear on his thin lips.

"You did very good tonight, Kiba." the older man murmured as he ran his soaped up hands over the healing bruises Orochimaru had previously left on him. "I'm very grateful you allowed me this opportunity."

Even though the smells within the bathroom were thick and covering up his smell, Kiba could tell just from his tone of voice and the softness within his striking, intelligent eyes that he meant what he was saying. And, for some reason, such honesty made him suddenly feel self-conscious- he shifted slightly within the filled up bathtub, sucking at his lips to keep from smiling too broadly.

"I'm just glad you respect Oro-" he began to say, then remembered they hadn't appropriately finished their little game, and quickly corrected himself. "my master... some think he's too young."

Danzou nodded with a hum, moving his hands lower on Kiba's body to run through the water and over his stomach. The touch tickled him a bit, but felt... comforting.

Kiba blinked at this, slowly coming to the realization that this was something... he was thoroughly enjoying.

He'd never really spent too much time awake after a proper fuck in the past- not even with Tobirama and Madara. He usually cleaned himself and his partner up then crashed into unconsciousness- or, in his own time, returned to his home if necessary to sleep there. But this was the first time he was actually awake to share some time with someone after sex.

It was nice.

"Their loss is my gain." he winked, then motioned his head towards the side, "Think you could show me your ass? I want to check its state."

Kiba smiled softly at this, "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me at all."

Danzou's eyebrows raised somewhat in a gesture that Kiba read as probable doubt, but, before the man could say anything, Kiba's attention was grabbed by Orochimaru clearing his throat.

When the Inuzuka turned to look in the direction of the sound, eyes slowly becoming lighter as tiredness was forgotten, he found that his master was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked as pristine and put-together as always- as if he hadn't recently taken part in what was essentially a threesome- and there was a tad bit of humor coloring his mostly neutral facial expression.

"Take back control." he stated quickly, then bluntly added, "You lose nothing in letting him get a look at you."

Kiba pursed his lips dramatically, knowing full well that he was now free from the confines of the parameters he and Orochimaru had set for their playtime, but sighed.

Clearly, Orochimaru had chosen to do this because strategy. By having their play officially end before he told him that letting Danzou do as he wished, the guy was making a point of Kiba having an option here. But his voice was also soft in a way that it barely ever was... and Kiba liked to think that it was soft because he cared about him, even if he wasn't capable of demonstrating as other people would.

"Only if I get to wear your cloak to sleep in tonight." he decided upon because that thing was sinfully soft to the touch and he knew this was the perfect opportunity to be able to wrap it around himself.

Danzou's smile brightened and he shrugged, "Works for me."

And so their night passed with Danzou making small talk with him as he soaked in the warm waters of the bath he had drawn, Orochimaru standing by the doorway and offering very little in the conversations they had.

After the guy had allowed Kiba to leave the bath and had deemed to be content with his analysis of no major injuries to him, the Inuzuka was allowed to curl up in the bed with his large black cloak, cozy and content with the new turn the night had taken.

It was as he prepared lunch the next day that Kiba noticed that Danzou's name struck a chord within his memory.

Orochimaru was explaining to him that the man's name was Danzou Shimura and he was one of Sarutobi-sensei's oldest friends- even though Orochimaru had never really known him; just his name.

Danzou Shimura... Kiba knew that name... right! He had been an old guy during his lifetime! He had been on the Council of Elders, right?

After this realization, Kiba was happy to tell Orochimaru that he wouldn't mind swinging with the guy again- to that Orochimaru retorted that they hadn't properly swung because Danzou had not had a partner to interact with.

It had been easy, Danzou had clearly known what he was doing and respectful to their dynamic, and clearly the guy wasn't someone absolutely important to the timeline as Madara had been in the past... clearly, there wouldn't be an issue in continuing to interact with him in this manner. They were all consenting adults, after all. And as long as Orochimaru was comfortable, then there was no reason to worry.

Okay, Kiba knew that he was a shameless person... but this was the first time he didn't have an appropriate term for the specific brand of shamelessness he was set on indulging on.

Too much sex? A slut and he was happy to bear that badge.

Too carefree and simpleminded? He didn't really care if people called him an ignorant fool because he liked keeping life simple.

But this? This... he didn't know what to call himself by what he wanted to indulge in... and that's why he was so confused.

"And that's why all Konohagakure ninja should be taught earth release ninjutsu within the Academy. The grand majority of our shinobi are already predisposed to it and it is an effective style to learn early on. Sarutobi insisting on keeping the Academy more neutral in such manners is just his way of attempting to keep peace between the civilian and shinobi members of the council."

Kiba yawned as he snuggled in closer to Danzou. After he had settled his head comfortably against the man's chest, he luxuriated for a bit by breathing in the man's natural scent paired with the soft perfume he had taken to wear whenever they met up. And, then, he settled in to barely pay attention to Orochimaru's rebuttal.

Normal people would probably spend the moments after intense Dom/sub play talking about mundane, inconsequential matters if they didn't fall asleep directly after- like Kiba had previously liked to do. These two, though, enjoyed talking shit about Hiruzen Sarutobi and the decisions he made that they believed were absolutely foolish and unnecessary.

Danzou's left arm tightened its hold around his waist, pulling him up on the bed by a few centimeters, before his right hand found its way onto Kiba's head. Once there, the hand began to slowly pet his hair and Kiba keened in pleasure before sighing in contentment.

Weeks had passed. They had, at this point, finished putting back a majority of the scrolls that had been thrown out of their place by Kiba's arrival. The three of them had easily fallen into a rhythm of meeting up every weekend at the swinging party to enjoy one another. There was peace and ease and Kiba was happy to revel in it for as long as it was available.

Soon enough, he knew he would have to leave these guys behind because it was only a matter of time before they found his scroll yet again. And once they were gone, he knew that this specific dynamic would be on he would never be able to regain... so he wanted to have as many of these encounters as possible.

This would be the first time, though, that they had moved their encounter from the party over to Orochimaru's apartment. This was the first time the snake-nin allowed anyone other than his snakes or Kiba into his home and that fact made their after-sex conversations so much more personal.

"Sarutobi-sensei's empathetic approach to the discomfort of a marginalized sector of the population could be seen as commendable if it didn't read as pity thrown at civilians and weakness perpetuated in the generations of shinobi to come from the Academy." Orochimaru sighed softly from his spot seated at the foot of the bed, face turned away from them to instead look at the mess of clothes they had made when they entered Kiba's room. "How did your underwear end up in the hallway, Kiba?"

The Inuzuka tried to think of an answer, but his brain was too fogged with being at ease and safe and warm in Danzou's arms with the man softly petting at him that he barely managed to shrug.

Danzou's body rumbled softly as he hummed in thought, then he offered, "I may have thrown them in that direction when Kiba took too long to strip."

Orochimaru hummed, a melodic and deep noise, and the smirk on his lips was clear in the next thing he said, "Yes, Kiba did act out a bit today, didn't he?"

The hand in his hair stilled momentarily and Kiba whined in annoyance when Danzou's body shifted beside him, jarring him from his cloud of relaxation. "Don't worry. I'm sure today's spanking was enough to put him back in his place."

His ass cheeks still stung somewhat from the punishment, but it wasn't really painful. As a ninja in the field, he had received many worse blows than that. And the soothing cream Danzou had rubbed onto them after he had bathed was clearly doing something; even though, honestly, Kiba hadn't needed that cream.

The hand began to pet his hair softly once more and Kiba knew that if the guy didn't move too much, he would fall into deep slumber in a handful of minutes.

Unlike Orochimaru, Danzou seemed to be more than eager to cuddle after sex. Hell, he did more than cuddling, too. He made a whole show of being touchy-feely with Kiba after they finished up and, quite frankly, Kiba enjoyed it more and more after every single time it happened. If he was being wholly honest to himself, he enjoyed this part of their encounters as much as he enjoyed actually taking part in sex.

It was a new, selfish part of himself he had only recently learned about. And, if he was being honest with himself yet again, he didn't mind it at all. He wasn't selfish in bed at all, more than happy to please his partner and get them to their breaking point as most efficiently as possible. So, he liked to think, he could indulge in this selfishness after the fact... at least with these guys for as long as he was with them.

There was clear unease on Orochimaru's face after the Third Hokage's announcement.

Kiba couldn't blame him. He would be worried too if he had just been told he would have to go out to a war front to run deadly missions along with teammates he barely meshed well with emotionally- no matter how perfect their teamwork was.

It was weird seeing Danzou dressed up as an official advisor, though, when he had only seen the guy ever wear dark clothes that were more comfortable than impressive or formal. And, really, it was also kind of weird not seeing him naked within an hour of first meeting with him... but, really, he didn't want to be the one to give away the discrete nature of their relationship to the Hokage- so he tried to keep his wonder at the oddness of such facts from slipping onto his face.

"Are you sure Lord Shimura is comfortable with what you are proposing, Sarutobi-sensei?" Orochimaru asked, voice barely tinted with the worry he was probably feeling.

Kiba shifted on his feet because, even though it was normal for Orochimaru to make decisions for him during specific moments in time, he still wasn't all that comfortable with people making decisions for him as if he was some doll that could be passed around from hand to hand. In the prior time he had been in, such a thing had happened, but it hadn't felt as weird... now, though, it was the Third Hokage making decisions for him and that was... just... well it was odd.

The Hokage opened his mouth to speak, frowned softly, then turned to the man that had been mentioned. "I believe it is only prudent to make sure with him." he acquiesced, causing Danzou to quirk one cynical eyebrow.

His kind, ashen eyes were rather muted. Kiba wasn't sure if that was because of the dire situation on hand, the uncomfortable position he had been placed in, his displeasure with Hiruzen Sarutobi's decision making, or a combination of all three. All Kiba knew was that he missed the lighthearted twinkle to those sharp eyes.

"I am not an active ninja anymore, so I have the availability to house the Inuzuka. While I may be more comfortable continuing in the way I have run my life for these last few years, that does not mean I am reticent to having to house one of Konohagakure's greatest secrets for the time you are away, Orochimaru."

A wisp of something unpleasant appeared in Orochimaru's mostly scentless scent, but it was stamped down almost as soon as Kiba smelled it. If he had not been around the snake-nin for so many months at this point, he would have probably struck it down as his imagination; but now he knew better.

Sighing softly, he couldn't help but wonder if Orochimaru was comfortable with having to leave Kiba behind to go to war with the threat of Kiba finding the scroll and leaving to another time looming over his head... Kiba liked to think that they had managed to make a good friendship- it wouldn't be a stretch to think that the thought struck Orochimaru as bothersome and unpleasant.

"If there was another way, Orochimaru, I would not be asking this of you." the Hokage had large bags beneath his eyes and Kiba felt a pang at his heart- this was a guy that was clearly over his head and was treading water in a desperate attempt not drown in his responsibilities. Clearly, the post of Hokage was a very difficult one... maybe he shouldn't fight Naruto for it once he returned to his proper time. "Now, if you please, we need to discuss some more things. Kiba, Danzou, please stay here and get to know one another while we return."

Orochimaru nodded stiffly and made his way out of the office, slowly followed by his teacher.

The door clicked shut behind them in an astoundingly loud manner.

When Kiba glanced at Danzou after this, he found that the man allowed his body to adopt a more relaxed demeanor- even though it wasn't as laid back as what Kiba had gotten to regularly see.

Taking a moment to shift on the balls of his feet, Kiba sighed. Then he offered the older man a small smile, "Tough day, huh?"

Danzou's face said everything- it had been a tough day indeed.

They spent a few seconds in silence- Danzou's eyes scanned over the room for a few seconds before they fell on Kiba. With a sigh, he brought his hands up to his chest, went through a flurry of hand signs, and narrowed his dulled eyes in concentration. A flare of chakra burst from him, outwards, and Kiba felt a soft hum go through the room before it settled down and disappeared- leaving in a flash just as quickly as it had appeared.

Kiba cocked his head to the side just a bit, continuing to look at the older man. He could wait patiently to have Danzou explain whatever he thought he needed to explain once he was ready for it.

Not a few seconds after the hum had emanated through the room, Danzou lowered his hands and offered, "Sound-proofing jutsu. Hiruzen set it up to not be overheard when talking with his ANBU agents- but I don't see why we can't take advantage of it and not worry about being listened to."

A spark of an incredibly reckless, dangerous, foolhardy, and absolutely impulsive idea appeared within Kiba's brain upon hearing this. But instead of immediately acting upon it, he decided to attempt to be somewhat professional.

Besides, just like Orochimaru, he would like to make sure that Danzou really was okay with this sudden responsibility being forced upon him.

"This is a really wild situation to be in."

The stare Danzou leveled him with was mostly disinterested, if somewhat irritated. Kiba offered an apologetic smile as he made his way towards the Hokage's desk, eventually sitting himself down on top of the thick, smooth wood. As he moved, Danzou watched him, dark eyes following him in detached intrigue.

"Having your best friend ask you to put up a complete stranger you secretly know in a much more intimate way than said best friend could ever possibly conceive of isn't really something normal people have to deal with..." Kiba cringed a little at remembering an important detail, which he then pointed out, "Especially when the aforementioned intimate way extends, in a way, to one of said best friend's students."

As Kiba spoke, Danzou moved to wind up standing behind the chair that Kiba now sat before. His face was mostly unreadable and only his eyes really let Kiba know of the emotions that were currently being felt by the guy- incredulity and annoyance were most predominant, but resignation was clearly somewhere inside him.

"Your way with words is absolutely poetic." Danzou commented dryly, then scoffed softly. "Hiruzen has nothing to say about Orochimaru's relationships. And, fortunately, I know next to thing about him outside of our interactions. Whatever might be assumed of my character when in relation with his own is impossible to substantiate."

Kiba cocked his head slightly to the side at this and Danzou indulged him with further information without him having to ask for it, "Before the first time we met, Kiba, I'd only properly spoken to him on a handful of occasions. As an active ninja, I was barely in Konoha. As a retired shinobi, I'm still rather busy with my professional life. Until that night at the House, I'd really only known him in name and as Hiruzen's student. Nothing more."

Orochimaru had mentioned, at some point, that he barely knew Danzou. The only reason he even knew the guy's name and face was because he would some times pop up and spirit his teacher away for tea or something some years ago- although that had not happened in a very long time. So, yes, there was no need to worry about possible breaches in command when it pertained to these two...

Although, Kiba could concede, it sounded somewhat icky to hear that the Third Hokage's best friend was now in a sexual... thing? What ever were they supposed to be?... fuck it, labels sucked. The point still stood that Danzou was fucking Kiba, who was in a purely sexual partnership with Orochimaru and there was some overlap between the Third Hokage's best friend and only-recently-become-adult-aged student.

A few seconds ticked by in silence as Kiba mulled over what was now his reality, then he frowned softly as Danzou remained standing upright behind the chair.

"I'm sure sitting down won't kill you."

Danzou sighed softly but did not argue against such a point. Instead, the man moved the chair back a bit, sat down, and wound up sitting a meter or so away from Kiba. With the Inuzuka sat on the desk, though, there was a clear difference between the sights their eyesight was directly facing... and the spark of something stupid resurfaced in Kiba's brain.

Cocking his head to the side, Kiba took a moment to sniff at the air. He didn't smell any annoyance in Danzou's scent anymore... maybe it was gone? Or maybe it had been replaced by the curiosity that was now edging in at the intrigue from before?

Danzou's eyes weren't straining too much to focus on a sight higher than eye-level- which basically meant that his eyes were currently locked on Kiba's lower half.

Kiba smirked, making a point of allowing his legs to widen just a bit, then asked with no hint of hesitation or shame, "You ever wanted to fuck in the Hokage's Office?"

Clearly, Danzou's mind had been in the gutter just like Kiba's because there was no instinctual reaction of shock to what Kiba had said. Instead, Danzou's eyes narrowed as the right corner of his lip twitched every so slightly.

"Do you have Orochimaru's permission to be so forward when he isn't around?" the question wasn't a real question, though, because Danzou knew the answer already. The guy just wanted to make sure that his observations were accurate, rather than erroneous.

It was really funny, in a way, to have both Orochimaru and Danzou as sexual partners because both of them were, pretty much, equally smart. But Orochimaru was emotionally constipated like no one Kiba had ever met; Danzou, on the other hand, was emotionally mature unlike anyone he had ever met. Possibly, that came with age. But mostly, Kiba knew, Danzou was just a one of a kind person.

Even though he knew that Danzou already knew the answer, Kiba shrugged softly and cut straight to the point. He had never been one for mind games, after all. "As long as we're not in Play Time, I can screw around with whoever I want." and with this, the Inuzuka allowed the heavy coat he had taken to wear during the winter to slide down his shoulder just a bit, revealing the bruised skin Danzou had bit into only a few days prior. "Why don't you let me show you what I can do when my master isn't around?"

Danzou's lips formed a full smirk, humor clearly painting his previously dull eyes. Just seeing this brightness once again brought swift happiness to Kiba- he liked that look on Danzou. He did not like the overly serious one.

"So Orochimaru has been holding you back? And you believe I will be blown away by what you can do? Boy, please do remember what I have done to you."

The coat slid down both of his arms now, pooling around his forearms as Kiba widened his legs completely. He smirked wolfishly as he bared his neck to Danzou, then he challenged, "I'll make you eat those words."

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Danzou was like really old.

It was as Kiba attacked his neck with featherlight bites at the same time his left hand teased a perk nipple and his right palmed at an erect cock that he noticed why Danzou was someone he gelled easily with.

Unlike many other men in his life, Danzou was... the word made him internally cringe, but there was no other way to describe the way Danzou treated him... no matter how little he wanted to think of it... this was what Danzou exuded.

Danzou Shimura was, in their sexual relationship, a parental figure.

Sometimes Kiba didn't think too hard about the things he did. It was one of his greatest flaws at the same time it was one of his best and most unique virtues.

Because of this flaw/virtue, Kiba didn't wonder if what came next from his mouth was something he should have allowed to be heard by anyone other than himself.

The man under him wasn't as vocal as someone like Madara had been, but he certainly made more noise than Orochimaru ever possibly would. With grunts and soft intakes of breath, Kiba could tell that Danzou was thoroughly enjoying having allowed Kiba to take control of this encounter and show off what he could do.

"Are you going to come for me... Daddy?"

There was a split second in which everything froze.

In that split second, where it seemed as if no one was capable of breathing, much less moving, Kiba began to freak out internally over how badly he had fucked up by not having spent more time wondering if should or should not do something.

Then that suspension of time was broken by Danzou's breath hitching, his whole body tensing, and a surprised moan leaving his mouth.

It had been a smart move to use a condom, even if no penetration had taken place. The clean up had been easy and no clear evidence had been left behind by either of them for Hiruzen to find out the unsavory dealings that had taken place while he and Orochimaru had been doing actual professional things.

"Did you fuck Danzou on Sarutobi-sensei's desk?"

Kiba blinked at Orochimaru... then shook his head slowly.

Technically, that's not what had happened.

Orochimaru stared at him in clear disbelief and Kiba followed with a small smirk.

"I gave him a handjob on the chair. That's not the desk."

This wouldn't be the first time Orochimaru asked him to divulge information about sexual encounters- so Kiba didn't really see a need to maintain a modicum of propriety over what he said. Admittedly, though, this would be the first time that Kiba did anything with Danzou without Orochimaru around, so he was somewhat curious to see how the snake-nin would react.

Would he be inclined to wanting a play-by-play? Or would he be happy to just bring them both to orgasm as Kiba regaled him with the story of his most recent exploit?

There was a beat of silence in which Orochimaru's face was mostly unreadable.

And then, the most unexpected thing happened.

"Is dinner ready?"

Kiba blinked in confusion at this, nodding dumbly.

Orochimaru moved past him and into the kitchen and a few seconds later Kiba could hear the clattering of plates and utensils as the other male began to serve himself. When he asked if Kiba would like to be served, the Inuzuka agreed without properly registering the question.

They ate in pleasant silence with small bits of conversation shared between them- Orochimaru informed him that he would be allowed to continue working with the scrolls, but he would be reporting to Danzou and his work day would be cut because of the need to keep his existence a secret; they would be moving his things to Danzou's home the following day.

After dinner was finished, they both went their own way to prepare for bed.

This would be the first time Orochimaru asked him anything that pertained to his sexual activities that didn't wind up with both of them getting some personal gratification.

Kiba remained with his eyes weighed by sleep, yet open, for the next few minutes as he lay on his cold bed... it took him some time, but he eventually understood why Orochimaru had been so uncharacteristically cold today.

And, quite frankly, he couldn't blame the guy... he'd be feeling like a dead man walking knowing he had to go to the war-front too. And there were so many other factors revolving his life and Kiba's that the Inuzuka couldn't blame Orochimaru for feeling down.

Unfortunately, no amount of sex would be able to make him feel better... this was just something Orochimaru would have to face without Kiba's assistance.

On the day he moved into Danzou's home, Kiba felt sad that Orochimaru would be leaving indefinitely. He had been the person Kiba had gotten close to the most in this time period and he would have to undergo quite the change in routine now that he would be gone. Another big thing to take into account was the fact that Orochimaru was a really good sexual partner... seeing him leave was nothing short of horrible.

With quick goodbyes, though, both young ninja went their own way. Kiba was not allowed to send him off because that was an unnecessary risk for Konoha to take- and he could see why there were so many reasons Danzou and Orochimaru had bonded over talking shit about Hiruzen. Even though no one had said it, Kiba knew for a fact that Orochimaru and Danzou were both thinking that, had Kiba befriended Jiraiya instead of Orochimaru, he would have been allowed to send him off. But no one wanted to speak of such unpleasant things on an already negative day.

Danzou aided him in moving his small amount of belongings to his house- which was a small property at the edge of the shinobi sector of the Village that was mostly obscured by dense plant life. The walk there was mostly quiet and Kiba wondered if it was because there was shame to be felt over what they had done the past day in Danzou's best friend's office.

With a frown, the Inuzuka crossed the threshold into Danzou's house, bare feet warm against the cool wooden paneling of the floor. Today was not a very good day.

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It only took a few hours for Kiba to learn that Danzou was just as shameless, if not more shameless, as him.

"Are you going to be good for Daddy?"

He wanted to sob.

"Yes... Please, just-"

"Remember, good boys do exactly as Daddy says."

Kiba moaned in frustration as his hands was covered by one of Danzou's large paws, keeping it in place and stopping it from moving anywhere Kiba might find it more useful.

Only a handful of hours had passed since he had first brought his belongings to Danzou's house, effectively moving in for the foreseeable future. He had been led around the house, given the grand tour of the place, and then been left to unpack his things in the room that had been set aside for him.

Navigating through the traditional-style home had taken little to no time. Putting away the few things he now owned because of either the Hokage's, Orochimaru's, or Tsunade's kindness had taken even less time. And it had been because of this speed that Kiba had been able to make his way out of his room to hunt Danzou down- eager to see if he had any plan about what they were going to do to kill time considering how it was super early in the morning and they had a whole day ahead of them.

It had been because of this speed that Kiba had found himself pinned to the wall right beside his room within only a handful of hours of having bid farewell to Orochimaru. And, pinned to the wall as he had been, Kiba had felt himself rouse in challenge at Danzou's forwardness.

It was really interesting to see the man in action when Orochimaru wasn't around- all of the other times they had shared, he had made sure to be careful in his every step and turn to Orochimaru to seek his approval for any action he wanted to do to Kiba. Now that they were alone, though, Danzou was fast, forceful, and somehow- oxymoronically enough- gentle.

He was pushed into the wall as Danzou's erect cock teased his unclothed ass, even though the man had not yet prepared his asshole for any introduction. At the same time he pushed, Danzou's other hand fondled Kiba's balls, taking full advantage of the legs he had forced open only a few minutes prior- his cock was standing proud and needy and this was super unnecessary! Kiba didn't deserve this kind of torture!

His arms were stretched out above his head, held in place by Danzou, and just knowing that the older male wasn't holding him down tight enough for him to stay in place... knowing that he would be able to tear his hands out away in a heartbeat... but still choosing not to... damn- what had Orochimaru done to him that he had dispelled such a thought as soon as it came to his mind rather than at least contemplate it?

"Do you want me to fuck," the asshole squeezed his balls with this word, causing a breathless gasp to be pulled from Kiba's lips, "you?"

"Please." he just about begged, grinding back onto the other man, "I'll be good."

In a whirlwind of squeezes, teases, breathtaking kisses, and loss of clothes, Kiba found himself face down on his new bed, both hands held at his spine by Danzou's giant hand, and a near-perfect cock pounding into his ass with zero abandon.

"Are you going to come..." Danzou froze in his pounding as he leaned down over Kiba, lips ghosting Kiba's ear; even through the haze of lust and impatience, Kiba's brain was struck with what was going to come next... and absolute joy of the thought. "Going to come for Daddy?"

Danzou was just as shameless as he was.

Kiba came for Daddy... he came hard.

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"Whoa... food too?"

Danzou smiled softly, "I cannot promise exquisite flavors, but at the very least I can offer a good cut of meat, well-made rice, and a good-enough serving of vegetables."

Kiba knew that the smile on his own lips reached his eyes as he pulled himself up on the bed, propping his back against some pillows and the back of the bed. "Man, if calling you daddy gets you to pamper me, I should've started doing it earlier."

As the older man placed the tray that held his plate of food over Kiba's lap, Danzou's eyes sparkled with humor. "It is fascinating to see you so forward, Kiba... although I could live happy without the bratty edge you have seemed to adopt."

Sticking out his tongue in a sarcastic showing of the supposed bratty qualities, Kiba grabbed onto the chopsticks that had been laid out beside his plate of food. He thanked the gods for the great smelling food and proceeded to dig into the food- and was promptly amazed at how delicious it was.

Sure, he could tell that this wasn't made with exotic spices or even fancy techniques... but it was better tasting than a lot of things Kiba had previously tasted in his life. And the fact that he hadn't needed to cook

Silence fell over them as Kiba began to eat, but Danzou did not move away from him. Instead of leaving the room; as Kiba had expected; the older male sat down beside Kiba. The Inuzuka turned to look at him for a moment, then motioned with his head for the guy to move closer. Danzou quirked a silent eyebrow at this, but eventually sat himself beside Kiba, loosely throwing his right arm over Kiba's shoulders.

The warmth of the other's body was something Kiba immediately liked.

"I've been meaning to ask you something- if you don't wish to answer, though, there's no need to answer."

Kiba was munching on a steak as Danzou said this. He finished swallowing and cocked his head slightly, and shrugged, "Unless you want me to hurt you or to hurt me, I'm up for anything."

Danzou chuckled softly at this, shaking his head, "I'm not going to ask you to indulge any kink of mine- you've already done more than enough." Kiba pursed his lips slightly, shrugged once more, and threw another piece of steak into his mouth. Danzou waited a few seconds, then elaborated, "Orochimaru once said that you enjoy being used... are you truly alright with such a thing?"

Kiba's brain was left so stunned for a second he wasn't able to process the question too well.

When had Orochimaru said that?

His lips pursed further in an attempt to remember... and after a few seconds of intensive thinking, Kiba finally found that memory. He smiled softly at it, though, and shook his head.

"I like pleasuring my partners, not being used... although," he shrugged a third time, "I can kind of understand why Orochimaru would think such a thing. With him, pleasing him is all about submitting and giving him what he wants."

He heard Danzou hum at hearing this, then the man asked, "How do you enjoy pleasuring your partners, then?"

Once again, Kiba froze.

It took less time for him to move again after this particular question, though.

With a smile, Kiba looked at Danzou, but said nothing.

The seconds ticked by with Danzou staring over at him, confused at his silence.

"Are you going to tell me?" he eventually prodded- and Kiba's smile turned into a wolfish smirk.

Remaining in silence, Kiba grabbed the tray that Danzou had brought- which still held a bit of food- and moved it so it was securely on the ground beside the bed. After he had done this, he straightened up, leapt over Danzou, and comfortably sat himself on the older man's lap.

Danzou's eyes were barely wider than their regular, narrowed style- but the twinkle of intrigue within them and the smoke-like texture to them had returned... and Kiba's heart swooned.

"Why don't I just show you... Daddy?"

Learning to live with Danzou wasn't as easy as falling into routine with Orochimaru had been.

Without a shadow of a doubt, Danzou had been living on his own for a good half of his life. Kiba hadn't really thought much of this at first... until he figured out what it meant.

Danzou was so accustomed to living alone that he had been incredibly easy to accidentally annoy over the littlest thing- "Your sandals, Inuzuka... why did I have to trip over them?" or "Is it really too much to ask for you to not leave your dishes in the sink- can't you wash them?" or, Kiba's favorite, "Your books are out of place!"

His books weren't out of place. Danzou just couldn't see that because of his stupid need to have everything perfect and in its proper place- and Kiba left the books at the dinner table so he could access them easier rather than returning them to the library.

By the time a week had passed, Kiba had been prepared to smack the uptight jerk upside the head because violence was the answer when words weren't enough to communicate someone's discontent about a situation.

Instead of that, though... he just denied Danzou sex.

Admittedly, boxed in by the guy he had just rejected, plastered against the wall that led into the main rooms of the home, and with no clear exits... Kiba may have miscalculated his rebellion against the overbearing tightwad.

"What?"

Danzou's face was barren of any emotions, his voice flat, and only his scent allowed Kiba to know that he was more hurt than angered upon hearing this.

Breathing in, Kiba steeled himself as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"This has been a big change for both of us," he started, turning his eyes down to the floor to not see the pained glint in Danzou's brown eyes. "But you can't just go around bossing me around and making me feel like all I do is mess up and then expect me to jump at the first chance of getting into your pants."

For a beat of silence, all Kiba could properly hear was Danzou's quickened heartbeat.

Then the man breathed in, took a step back, and allowed his arms to fall back against his sides.

Kiba remained in silence, shifting from one foot onto the other, as Danzou took another step away from him. He rubbed his right hand against his left upper arm, feeling more than just a bit awkward... this would be the first time he denied Danzou of something he knew the man wanted- he'd been tightly wounded all week, after all, and sex always helped anyone relax.

"I... I didn't know that's how you felt..."

Kiba sighed upon hearing this, "Well, verbal communication's never really been my strong-suit." he admitted regretfully, "And you've been more than busy the whole week- it's really felt like the only time you talked to me was to point out how I had disappointed you this time."

He didn't know why Danzou had suddenly gone from being very warm and accepting and understanding to absolutely cold and distant. He didn't understand why the guy only ever seemed to come home to eat and sleep. And he certainly didn't understand why he had decided that Kiba was a good focus for all of his anger. But Kiba didn't like any of that.

And while he may have been more than happy to let off some steam via sexual release, it would be really stupid to try anything with Danzou when he had so many negative feelings towards the guy.

"Thank you for letting me know."

And Danzou walked off.

Kiba felt stupid... but he moved his hands so he was essentially hugging himself, his hold tight... and tears began to burn at his eyes.

Danzou and Orochimaru were the only two people in this time that he had truly managed to make friendships with- Tsunade was great and all, but she was no friend to him just yet. No one else... he hadn't been allowed to talk to anyone else... he was isolated...

Isolation was akin to death to an Inuzuka...

With a shaky sigh, Kiba made his way towards his room.

He wasn't particularly hungry anymore.

Danzou made breakfast for him the next morning.

Kiba was grateful for this, of course. But he was even more grateful for what Danzou told him over the meal they shared over the dinner table.

"I'm sorry. It's been a long time since I last had to live with someone and I've been under quite some stress now that this war has broken down- that's not a valid excuse of my treatment of you, but it's at least something that'll help you understand my mindset."

Danzou didn't elaborate further- but, really, he didn't have to.

Kiba smiled.

"I'm still too angry for sex." he stated in absolute bluntness, utterly shameless- and Danzou's lack of surprise at this let him know that he wasn't startled by such crass words. "But if you would like to cuddle a bit and talk shit about the Third Hokage at some point, I wouldn't turn you down."

Danzou smiled.

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Hope y'all liked this!

And don't worry- there'll be plenty more angst, sex, bad decisions, misunderstandings, and explanations next chapter.