By: Sly Omi
Disclaimer: As pertaining to all chapters herein: I, Omi, do solemnly swear that I do not, have not, and will not ever own any claim to copyrights of Naruto, either in manga or anime form, or any merchandise thereof. I am writing this for fun, not with the intention to make money.
Raiting: PG
Pairing(s): KibaNaru
Warning(s): You are reading this of your own free will. If yaoi or shounen-ai offends your sensibilites, turn ye back now. Failure to comply with this might result in your tender sensibilities being mortally offended, incurring mental trauma on your behalf. However, failure to comply with this also means that it's your own fault should that happen - I am morally obligated to do nothing about it other than laugh at you for not reading the warnings.
"Doors locked?"
"Check."
"Windows locked?"
"Check."
"Curtains down and nailed to the walls?"
"Check."
"Akamaru confined to the bathroom?"
Kiba sighed mournfully, "Check."
"I'm not taking chances this time, Inuzuka. Okay. Iruka knows that I'm here and have had dinner, I already had the talk with him, Kakashi released us from training, and Sasuke-teme should be hiding from Ino and Sakura if they're living up to their end of the bargain."
The brunette grinned at the thought, "My family knows I'm here and they've been warned away. They won't show up unless something drastic happens."
"I don't care how drastic it is," the blonde ground out, his blue eyes lit with a determined fire, "Unless Orochimaru himself knocks on my door wearing nothing but a tutu and dancing Swan Lake, I am not leaving this room until we have sex."
Between guffaws, Kiba gasped, "May I be ... the first to say ... I love how you think?"
Naruto preened, "You may."
The two boys stood in the darkened room, looking each other up and down, but neither took the initiative to make the first move. They both looked around furtively, expecting something to jump out of the blonde's closet and interrupt them Time and silence seemed to stretch between them. A few sorrowful yips from the bathroom broke the spell and Kiba smiled lopsidedly. He closed the short distance between himself and Naruto, taking the other boy's face in his hands and kissing him hungrily. The blonde responded with enthusiasm, if not talent, and soon they were stumbling to the bed and falling down on it to the sound of clothes rustling and falling to the floor.
"You look happy," Shikamaru noted absently when he, Kiba, Naruto, Chouji, Neji and Lee met at the barbeque.
Even as they took their seats, Kiba and Naruto slid glances at each other, grinning in synchronization. Lee looked at the two boys, his head tilted in question. He opened his mouth to ask the question forming in his mind, but yelped and just as quickly shut it, turning to glare at a completely stone-faced Neji.
"Was that necessary?"
"Don't ask it," Neji ground out.
"Ask what?"
"Whatever it was you were going to ask. Don't."
"But I – "
"Don't, Lee."
"How troublesome," Shikamaru sighed.
"Your fault," Chouji snickered, "You mentioned it."
"Ch'."
Kiba and Naruto looked at each other, and grinned smugly.