Alternate Universe where no one died- because why not?

Everyone's an adult, they all lived happy lives with some fighting and a few injuries along the way, but Kaguya doesn't exist because I can't be bothered, so Zetsu never helped Madara go mad, so Obito never went crazy, the Fourth Shinobi War was fought as a conflict between Hidden Villages again and it lasted only a few months and people have mostly reconstructed.

Kiba/Hiashi- because, again, why not? I've already written him with Shikaku and I have no impulse control. Well, no, that's wrong- I do have impulse control, it's one of my greatest friends and his nickname is Goroh and he told me to write this.

Okay, more precisely, I sent four different Naruto men to my friends with a prompt attached and they were to choose from those for me to write this quick story. So, Goroh the Impulse Control failed you all. And then another friend I've forced to aid me with fanfics voted on this quick one-shot idea, so here's you go.

On another day, I'll write the pick of my third fanfic friend, who chose to see Tobirama with the prompt "Inappropriate use of jutsu".

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"Does Doggy Style mean I get a treat afterwards?"

It had been a simple question.

Because of its intonation, it could have even been misconstrued by any that happened to hear the Inuzuka in passing. Without the proper context of who Kiba Inuzuka was, it would have been easy to believe that this was an ignorant young adult that truly had no idea what the term 'Doggy Style' meant. With the way he spoke, he could even be perceived as a virgin, even with the gaudy outfit he had on.

The little asshole had even added a curious inclination of his head towards his right side, eyes going wide as his eyebrows arched ever so slightly- all making it appear as if he was truly oblivious to the dangerous question he was asking.

Hiashi, once upon a time, had been a stupidly patient man. He had put up with a lot of shit from his clan's elders that he would never even bother listening to now in his older age. As the years had gone by and the tragedies had piled over his shoulders, he had lost his patience and slowly begun to give little care to what others thought of him- including his clan.

There was a reason why Hinata was currently locked up in Konohagakure as the standing Clan Head of their clan with Hanabi as her closest advisor and he was out on a mission to track down one of the last few members of the coalition Kumogakure had created to begin the Fourth Shinobi War. Hiashi could no longer be bothered to care about inconsequential things and there were many things that fell under such a category nowadays.

A few years ago, he would have deigned the deceptive question unworthy of a vocal answer- he would have merely turned his nose up at the younger shinobi, turned his head away, and begun to look over the party-goers to scan over the crowd and attempt to find their target.

But this didn't happen a few years ago; this happened now.

And Kiba had been playing a very dangerous game for the last few days; what little patience he had was running thin.

When they had been assigned this mission by Lady Fifth, Kiba had wasted no time in letting Hiashi know how eager he was to go on a mission with his old teammate's father- "This is gonna be fun" had been his exact words.

Hiashi had then found himself subject to random showing of too much skin from the Inuzuka, coupled with 'accidental' bumps into him as they were running that wound up with Kiba's hands on his body for far too long. When they made camp, Kiba never sat too far from him.

And his words... almost every other sentence was some kind of sexual innuendo that made Hiashi wonder if this fool was truly the same age as his intelligent, stern, and courageous oldest daughter.

There had been no true secret to any of the Inuzuka's actions- no Inuzuka was truly capable of much subtlety or subterfuge. There was a reason why they were excellent trackers, but weren't really sought out to join shinobi ranks that required deception or infiltration. A regular Inuzuka had about as much nuance as an Uzumaki had patience.

Considering how all of this happened now, after Hiashi had freed himself of all of the chains that had previously kept him tied down and proper, the ex-Clan Head had not bothered with attempting to convince himself that the Inuzuka was just being an idiot that was trying to egg him on. Kiba Inuzuka had grown up into a handsome young man and his hair was at the perfect length to grab a large handful and pull.

From all of the flashes of skin, Hiashi knew that the Inuzuka's body matched his handsome face- tanned by too much exposure to skin and scarred just enough to speak of a prolific career as a shinobi.

In a nutshell, Kiba was attractive but stupid.

It had been years since last Hiashi had allowed himself to admit physical attraction to another human being- ever since his wife had died, he hadn't bothered with truly thinking much about sex. The constant stress of being a Clan Head that had to raise two young daughters as a single parent had not helped; and then life had just gotten progressively more time consuming.

But now, he had no such things to worry about, so his mind was allowed to truly grasp how good-looking Kiba had become in the last years that had blurred together and passed him by in a flash.

Hiashi still remembered the twelve year old brat with a puppy on top of his head that had destroyed all of the sakura in his private garden on a training day with the rest of his team- he still remembered the shit-eating grin and much too wide eyes filled with true innocence as a younger Kurenai had apologized for not having explained the instructions clear enough to the little idiot.

Because of this memory and because of the brat's ties to his daughter, Hiashi had allowed everything to pass by without a true reaction. He had hoped that, eventually, Kiba would remember that he was Hinata and Hanabi's father and he would acknowledge that attempting to receive any sort of attention from him outside of their professional careers would not be absolutely proper.

But then, the little shit had dared utter that question while dressed in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination and made him look utterly fuckable... and Hiashi decided that he didn't care about perceived propriety and Kiba had probably never cared about it.

Kiba had been tasked with catching the attention of their target with those clothes. Hiashi was supposed to have stayed by the bar, appearing to only focus on alcohol, and act as backup to the Inuzuka. Akamaru had been left behind in their hotel room to rest up and prepare for another day of heavy tracking should tonight be a failure.

The plan was absolutely ruined when Kiba walked up to him, leaned over the counter directly beside Hiashi, clasping his hands together as they slid out in front of him, and asked such a ludicrous question.

Behind Kiba, some idiot with too much alcohol in his system whistled sharply and offered to teach the brat all about the beauties of the position.

The idiot was pointedly ignored by them both.

Hiashi leveled him with one unimpressed stare before he set down the glass of saké he had been nursing and stood up from his seat.

"Let's see about educating you."

Kiba's eyes acquired the kind of innocent and eager happiness that no tried-and-true shinobi should be capable of; and Hiashi was able to tell from that moment that he truly was stupid.

He hadn't even understood how far he had pushed a dangerous adversary.

Hiashi had fully expected for Kiba's hair to be greasy and badly maintained- not because it looked like that, but because the brat seemed like the kind that didn't care about small details.

With the length of his hair and how it tended to now be kept in a messy-bun, Hiashi should have expected for the Inuzuka to have maintained to some degree, really. But Kiba was not the sharpest kunai in the shed and so he had fully expected to find greasy and knotted up strands when he firmly tightened his grip on the mane and pulled the idiot's head backward, baring his neck for easy access should he care enough to attack it with his mouth- it would be slightly troublesome, though, due to him having to lean forward too much for his liking.

Instead, Kiba's hair was soft, easy to card through, and absolutely tangle-less.

Hiashi hummed, took a moment to appreciate how well Kiba's hair was kept, and then tightened his grip on the brat's left hip and slammed his hips forward harsh enough for Kiba's whole body to tense up and spasm.

The broken moan that escaped from the Inuzuka's half-parted lips was enough reassurance for him- the initial intrusion had been violent, but it seemed that this was exactly what the Inuzuka liked.

With his wife, making love had always been a slow, sensual, and respectful thing. There had never been any true rush to what they did; exploration and pleasure had always been words he would think of whenever he remembered the wonderful times he had with the perfect woman that was no longer with him.

There was nothing slow about the pace he set; driving his cock so harshly into Kiba's pulsing hole that he knew Kiba would be sporting an interesting limp come morning. There was nothing sensual or respectful about what he was doing, either. Every movement was harsh, domineering, and uncaring.

Kiba's erection was already swollen and weeping onto the sheets below, so Hiashi knew that there wasn't much of a need to wonder if there were any issues with the pace or tone he had set.

It was interesting, admittedly, that Kiba Inuzuka was the kind to enjoy being roughhoused by their partners- Hiashi would have pegged him for the one to enjoy handing out the roughhousing.

But he wasn't about to complain.

With the pace he set and the brutality of his thrusts, it didn't take long before Kiba's arms collapsed beneath him and his upper body fell against the bed, allowing Hiashi to angle his body in a way that allowed him to slam deeper into him.

The way that Kiba's walls clamped suddenly around him surprised him enough to pull a gasp from his own lips, but Kiba was much too busy blabbering "There- oh-for-fuck's-sake-there-there-harder!"

Hiashi's right hand tugged harsher on Kiba's hair, pulling guttural, incomprehensible keens from the Inuzuka, at the same time his left hand dug its nails deep into the tan skin below it; any harsher and he might break skin- although he had a feeling the brat would revel in having little souvenirs left for him, crass and crude as they may have been.

There was a sick enjoyment in Hiashi when he heard the wanton and absolutely unabashed sounds coming from the brat below him.

It was something he had never experienced before- this sort of frenzied fucking had no room in the bedroom of two proper, upstanding Hyuuga clan members, after all. Much less in the bedroom of someone as important as the clan head.

Now that he was tasting it for the first time... he could understand why Kiba was moaning like an unrepentant slut beneath him.

He could get used to this.

His release was building up as fast as his thrusts and the way that Kiba was squeezing him made Hiashi wonder how he had managed to not lose control just yet.

No matter- Kiba's pleasure wasn't what truly mattered tonight. If he got his rocks off, then good. But, really, this was all for Hiashi- he deserved this treat after all the bullshit he had put up with.

Closer and closer; the edge was coming fast.

Hiashi slowed his hips so he was only shallowly thrusting into the pliant body beneath him. His hair fell loosely around him as he leaned over Kiba's body, engulfing him with his own, and he positioned his mouth right beside the brat's left ear.

"I'm going to give you your treat now." he breathed out, his tone hoarse and uncharacteristically predatory.

Kiba whimpered, his body tightened, and Hiashi enjoyed every second spent with his teeth clamping around his ear's soft shell before he rammed into the Inuzuka with renewed vigor that pushed them both off the edge.

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I had too much writing this. I hope y'all had as much fun reading it!

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