Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A/N: I lied It hasn't been up long, but if any of you read this chapter before I changed it, you'll understand. Again, I have been confronted with a very busy life, which caused me to lose my…flow. I was at a loss for what to write next. I often only think one chapter ahead with this story, letting it write itself. So after the delicious sex scene… nothing came as to where to head with the story, at least until today. But I had felt bad and posted a complete shite chapter where Sasuke had made up his mind to (again) break it off with Kiba, which I read just now and hate. I mean, it could go on forever with the breaking up and making up and this needs to start going somewhere. So I have some ideas, and I apologize for my spazziness, but I am ready to get this story rolling again.
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It was still dark outside when Sasuke woke up. Laying so close to Kiba had caused their bodies to become hot and sweaty, almost uncomfortable, but Sasuke was unwilling to move, so he stayed, feeling the moisture gather between their skins. His arm was still holding Kiba, pulling the boy in close. Kiba had curled into a ball and was snoring slightly. Sasuke smiled. The snores were cute, and if Kiba was anywhere near as tired as he had been after their…activities, then the boy would be sleeping for a long time. Which led Sasuke to think…
Why am I awake?
An outside noise, a bird taking off or something, had jerked him out of sleep. That, and he had been having a nightmare, though he couldn't remember what about. But he could feel the after-effects like every other night he had a bad dream and couldn't remember. His heart was beating, he had cold sweat on his back and forehead. This time wasn't so bad, and he wondered if it had to do with the warm body curled up next to him.
The nighttime offered a solitude and darkness the Uchiha wasn't as accustomed to. Because his sight was limited, his other senses became more sensitive. His feeling of touch was electrified. Every time Kiba exhaled, Sasuke felt it. Every trickle of sweat, every slight tick as Kiba moved in his sleep, Sasuke felt it and almost…anticipated it. There was more, too. Sasuke could still taste the sex that had happened earlier. He could still remember the exact taste of Kiba's mouth, of his salty skin. And smell… for the first time, Sasuke felt aware of what it might be like to have Kiba's excellent sense of smell. The odor of their bodies lingered in the air and in the sheets. Even stronger was the Inuzuka's own smell. It was not like dog, the way everyone joked, but it wasn't like anyone else, either. Instead of smelling sweet, like girls did, or harsh, the way boys usually did, Kiba smelled… masculine. Clean. With a hint of outdoors, like trees were in his blood. The smell was intoxicating, wrapping itself around Sasuke, enveloping his mind until he could think of nothing but… Kiba.
Well, Kiba and the fact that he was awake. Again he questioned himself. God, why am I awake? But he knew. It was because this felt good. Too good and it had been so long since Sasuke had felt good that it felt bad, it felt wrong. His life had been such a rollercoaster of unhappiness that now he was here and his arm was wrapped around this incredible and beautiful person and instead of being able to enjoy it he felt wrong. Was he even allowed to feel happiness? Fate, un until this point, seemed to point to no, and that scared him. This calm, this peace and this happiness in the dark with Kiba snoring gently next to him…reminded Sasuke of the eye of a great storm named Itachi. And so he felt fear under all the happiness, all the content he felt, and that fear was growing.
He remembered the night before. Not just Kiba going down on him, not just Kiba inside of him, but before that, when he had tried to fight Kiba and keep him away. He could still remember his own fear of Itachi and of the fact that Kiba simply could not understand what Itachi meant, what it had been like to live in his brother's shadow for so long. That inability to understand still had not changed, as wonderful as the physical connection had been—Sasuke was scared that this good thing couldn't last.
Kiba shifted under his arm, turning toward him.
A voice, filled with sleep, murmured, "Why are you awake?"
It surprised the normally aware Uchiha. "How did you know I wasn't asleep?"
"I could feel it. Is something wrong?"
"No. Go back to sleep, Kiba."
"Oknsdslkdn…" Kiba rolled over and laid his head in the crook of Sasuke's shoulder, wrapping his arms around the boy. Sasuke kissed the top of Kiba's head and settled down, staring at the ceiling.
It was going to be a long night, and Sasuke wished morning would never come.
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Never before had Kiba experienced waking up to the smell of coffee. But his keen nose picked it up quickly, long before the pot was finished brewing. It smelled delicious. In fact, everything about this morning was delicious. Admittedly it had been slightly upsetting to wake up alone after a night like the last one, but he was waking up in Sasuke's bed. Instead of worrying, Kiba rolled himself in the soft sheets, shrouding himself in the smell of his lover and the coffee, stretching and yawning. As a ninja, he rarely got to wake up slowly and he would be damned it he wasn't going to enjoy it.
Sasuke's voice drifted in from the kitchen. "Take a shower if you want, I already put a clean towel in the bathroom for you."
Disappointment flickered for a moment in Kiba's mind—he had wanted to shower with the Uchiha—but it didn't last. Shower or no shower, he fully intended to spend…quality time with his lover today.
Sasuke's bathroom was just as he remembered it, meticulously clean and simple. Kiba's own family tended to decorate in a way that filled each room with homey things and a sense of welcoming, but with so many people and dogs it often felt messy and cluttered as well. Sasuke's apartment offered a different type of welcoming that Kiba found very peaceful. It was incredibly clean and there was nothing unnecessary. Every item Sasuke owned had a function and a place. It would be difficult for Kiba to try and be neat up to Sasuke's standards but the Uchiha was worth every bit of effort.
In the shower, Kiba touched himself while recalling the events of the night before. When he had come over, he had known he was going to approach Sasuke about the pheromones he had been emitting. But Kiba had been frightened, because although he had hoped Sasuke had been turned on by him…there had also been doubt. After all, Sasuke had been with so many girls that Kiba was afraid he would be offended or revolted by the prospect of male lover.
The incredible sex seemed proof enough that Sasuke desired Kiba and had no problem with fucking a man. And god, did Sasuke know how to fuck. Kiba's hand moved faster on his cock in the shower and his breathing became labored. The steam and heat from the shower amplified the sensations he felt. He envisioned Sasuke under him, the feeling of being inside of Sasuke…
There was a knock on the door, breaking Kiba from his fantasy.
"Y-yes?"
Sasuke stuck his head inside.
"Dog boy, you had better not be doing what I think you are doing… because—"Sasuke's voice dropped, "—I have plans for us this morning."
Those words and the emphasis Sasuke put on them sent a shiver down Kiba's spine and he almost came from the promise.
"D-don't worry… I'm, uh…washing my hair."
"Sure. Hurry up, breakfast is ready." Sasuke left without closing the door.
When he had finished, Kiba turned off the water and stepped onto the bathmat. This bathroom held a lot of memories for him and he took a minute to stifle the fear in his heart that Sasuke was just going to push him away again.
It's different this time. He wants you, too. The thoughts weren't as comforting as he wanted, but the smell of breakfast helped Kiba get moving.
He noticed as he was toweling off that his clothes had 'mysteriously' disappeared. So…the Uchiha had more on his agenda then just warning him to hurry up. Wrapping the towel low around his waist, Kiba walked to the kitchen.
Sitting Indian-style in a chair at the table, Sasuke was holding a cup off steaming coffee with both hands and pouring over a scroll. On the table was a large bowl of rice, a plate of dried seaweed, some steamed fish and a plate of cut-up fruit. The array made Kiba smile, because the simple breakfast was so Sasuke. It was a perfect ninja breakfast, with nothing too heavy to make one slow or tired. The rice was for energy, the seaweed for taste, the fish for protein and the fruit for nutrients and something sweet.
"You went all out!"
It had been obvious that Sasuke had been studying Kiba's every move since the moment the boy had entered the kitchen, but he feigned surprise anyway.
"Oh! You are done showering. I didn't know." Sasuke's eyes were taking in Kiba's almost nude body. "And I didn't go all out, I, uh—" There were still tiny drops of water falling from Kiba's hair onto his strong, tanned shoulders. "—just threw together a couple of things—" The rock hard abs and trail of hair running from Kiba's belly button to his "—I had lying around." Sasuke gulped. It wasn't that he had already forgotten how incredible the other boy's body had been, it was just that it was so solid and lean he couldn't help but admire it again with renewed awe. Kiba stood there and let Sasuke stare, amused and flattered by the pink flush rising in the Uchiha's cheeks.
"May I help myself?"
Sasuke snapped out of his momentary loss of control. "Kiba, you are always welcome here—please make yourself at home. You don't need to ask to do anything."
Smiling, Kiba went for the coffee pot. "I haven't always been welcome, you know. In fact, the past two times I was here you made it abundantly clear I was not to 'make myself at home.' I just wanted to verify my status." Though he had been joking, the hurt that flashed in Sasuke's eyes made Kiba regret saying anything.
"I…you know I didn't mean it… I mean, I did mean it, but now, things are, uh…"
"Shut up Sasuke, I should be the one putting my foot in my mouth." They both were red and the room filled with an awkward tension. Kiba brought his mug to the table and grabbed a piece of seaweed, spooning some rice and fish into it. Wrapping it up, he took a bite off one end. The rice was still hot enough to slightly burn his tongue, but the hot breakfast felt incredibly good. In fact, until that first bite he had not realized how famished he was. Kiba began to eat faster, shoving the food in his mouth.
Though he was starving, Sasuke continued to pretend to read his scroll, when really he was watching his guest eat. He had only ever eaten with his teammates. Sakura was forever dieting and so she took tiny bites and Naruto…well… watching him eat usually destroyed his appetite instead of encouraging it. Ever the observant one, Sasuke noted that everything he did, Kiba did with grace. Like his fighting style, he was quick and used large obvious movements. But each bite was cautious and planned, perfectly timed. To someone else, Kiba might rival Naruto in looking, well, almost like a pig. But Sasuke saw the grace, watched Kiba's firm jaw as he chewed and noticed that the boy never spilled even one grain of rice.
Kiba could feel Sasuke's scrutiny while chewing and quickly became embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I'm such a pig…I should have waited for you and used utensils and—"
"You are fine. I'm sure working for your amazing body keeps you hungry. Please, don't worry."
Kiba smiled. "Its true, you know. Because many of my jutsus that incorporate Akamaru, I often require double the energy. Also, our fighting style is fast paced and combat-oriented, so I burn so much of my energy and chakra that I am constantly hungry." To emphasize this point he took another giant bite of his rice roll.
Having Kiba in his kitchen, eating his food… it didn't just feel wonderful, it felt natural. This, Sasuke mused, is what his family had used to feel like. And really, better than that, because unlike his family, he didn't feel a need to be equal to Kiba, or prove himself as worthy to Kiba. With him…Sasuke felt good just being himself. After all, Kiba more than anyone had every reason to hate him and probably should hate him but instead…he was eating breakfast, relaxed, with his towel starting to become loose.
The towel was becoming undone around Kiba's waist as he continued to eat, and the peek at the exposed flesh gave Sasuke goosebumps. He is so beautiful. There were scars all over the tanned torso that he felt like he had never seen before, adding a sexy tough to his already wild boy.
"Kiba…about last night—"
"It was fucking amazing."
"—yes, it was. It was something I didn't even know I wanted so much. The way you touched me... I liked having someone taking the lead for once. It was different. But—"
"You are used to being the leader."
"Yes."
"And you want to know if we can try it your way the next time?" Kiba winked as he said this. Sasuke blushed, partly because he loved how Kiba always knew, for better or worse, what he was going to say. Kiba's interjections made it easier for Sasuke to talk about his feelings.
"Well, I didn't want to be so arrogant as to assume there would be another time, but—"
"Dobe! Of course there was going to be another time. There will be many, many more times if I have anything to do with it."
This made Sasuke smile everywhere, his insides warming. It wasn't just the prospect of more sex, it was that by saying the "many, many more" part, Kiba was essentially saying that they were now really seeing each other. A real relationship.
"Arigato, Kiba. It's just, with all we've been through, I didn't think you would trust me enough to…to be more aggressive. I don't want to hurt you, ever again."
Tears began to form in Kiba's eyes—he knew how hard this must be for Sasuke, and it broke his heart. The other boy obviously had not forgiven himself at all, even after all they had shared the previous night. Getting up, Kiba knelt in front of Sasuke and pulled the other boy into a tight embrace. At first Sasuke was stiff with surprise, but he soon melted into Kiba's arms, winding the fingers of one hand in the boy's hair.
"Sasuke—I trust you. I trust you completely. Never forget that."
They held each other in silence, Sasuke stroking Kiba's hair and skin. As his hand ventured lower, he realized that the towel that had been clothing Kiba had fallen off. Sasuke smiled. Cupping Kiba's face in his hands, he gently kissed the boy. Kiba opened his mouth in return, yielding under Sasuke. They embraced tighter, hands beginning to roam and discover skin. Sasuke craved to know every inch of Kiba with his fingertips, his tongue. He wrapped his fingers in Kiba's shaggy hair again and tightened them slightly. Sasuke yanked Kiba's hair, exposing the boy's neck. Yelping from the sudden pain, Kiba felt himself getting hard. So…Sasuke is going to take charge. The thought sent shivers down his spine. Never before had he bottomed, but already this felt…right.
Sasuke nipped and kissed Kiba's neck, he teeth and tongue moving along the exposed skin. He reached his free hand down and began to pinch and tweak Kiba's nipples, and then moved it down further to stroke Kiba's torso. He loved feeling the firm muscles flexing under his fingertips, feeling the goosebumps he was creating on Kiba's skin.
Getting out of his chair, Sasuke stood in front of his naked lover, both of them flushed and turned on.
"Take off my clothes."
Hands shaking, Kiba stood and removed Sasuke's shirt, his hands lingering on the naked flesh before moving to untie the Uchiha's pants. Kiba was forced to kneel to pull the pants off, and Sasuke moaned when Kiba got on his knees.
"Kiba—" he panted, moaning some more. "—please…"
Wrapping a hand around the shaft, Kiba guided Sasuke's cock into his mouth. Just as the night before, Sasuke was amazed at Kiba's skill, at how the warm, wet mouth and tongue sent sensations through him he had never felt before. The pleasure became so much it forced Sasuke to grip the side of the table to steady himself. He could already feel himself getting ready to cum, so he gently pulled away from Kiba's wanting mouth.
"W-wait." Kiba whined and moaned simultaneously, disappointed Sasuke had stopped him. The sound turned Sasuke on, hearing it and knowing how much his lover wanted him.
Pulling Kiba's hair again, Sasuke yanked the boy up. It was a little awkward once Kiba was standing because he was taller than Sasuke, but when their lips met and they fervently began to kiss, the awkwardness was gone. Sasuke reached down between them and began to stroke Kiba. Having Sasuke tough him was so much better than when he had touched himself. It was different in everyway—the speed, the pressure—and so, so much better. Their kisses became a bit violent, with teeth nipping at lips and tongues.
"God, Kiba… I want you so much…" Their eyes met, Sasuke's onyx and Kiba's canine-like brown ones, both filled with insatiable desire. Placing his hands on the taller boy's shoulders, Sasuke guided Kiba into the kitchen and leaned the boy over an empty counter. He grabbed Kiba's ass and hips, massaging them appreciatively.
"You are so beautiful…" He began to rub Kiba's entrance gently.
Kiba was panting hard and gripping the counter, writhing under Sasuke's touch. When Sasuke continued to play with him, teasing him instead of continuing, Kiba began to moan and push back a bit.
"P-please…I want you to. Please—" He felt Sasuke slip two fingers inside of him, causing him to inhale sharply. There wasn't any lube around and he didn't want to stop to go get it. This is going to hurt… But it was a kind of hurt he was craving, ravenous for. He wanted Sasuke now more than ever, wanted to feel him, wanted to be possessed by the Uchiha. "Sasuke…please…I want to feel you inside of me."
Groaning loudly, Sasuke agreed. Positioning himself behind Kiba, Sasuke thought he was going to die as he entered. Being here, being with Kiba felt perfect. He reached down and held Kiba's hands, which were gripping the counter. His chest pressed into Kiba's back, he pushed in slowly, moving with Kiba. They both moved together, as if their minds were connected, moaning and panting as they made love.
This is what it feels like to be in love, Sasuke realized.
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A/N: Another lemon. I am turning into a porn writer! Still, I like this one, because even with the aggressiveness… I wanted them to start feeling something more than just lust. So yay for falling in love! But…dramarama is still in the cards.