Note from the Author: Okay. I'm completely hopeless. It was going to be a one shot, but I'm absolutely in love with this pairing. Probably because it's so few and far between.

Love is born to linger in your magic light …

Kiba had fallen asleep and forgotten where he was. He recognized the warm body against him, but couldn't remember who it was. He let his senses awaken a little and then sniffed at the mesh shirt his face was buried against. Shino. He opened his eyes, letting his thoughts trail about every part, every sensation, of his body. Shino was laying on his side, his arm draped across Kiba, who was facing him, his arms tucked around his waist, and his knee snuggled between his friend's legs.

It seemed so natural for their heads to be sharing a pillow, a blanket wrapped around both pairs of hips. It seemed like their bodies were made to be tangled together on one bed.

Kiba's eyes ascended to Shino's face, and his hand slid up Shino's side, along his shoulder, tracing the curve of his neck, dancing up his cheek, to settle at his temple, where his dark glasses weren't perched. Shino's eyes were closed, his eyelashes long and graceful, dark against his fair skin. Kiba let his fingers slide through Shino's raven hair, wondering vaguely why he never noticed how beautiful his teammate was before. His eyes returned to Shino's face and found big eyes watching him. The light from the moon fell on his back, leaving his face in shadow, his eyes still a mystery.

"What are you doing, Kiba?" his voice was raspy with sleep, words slurred slightly together.

Kiba smiled, his hand sliding back down to Shino's neck, and he whispered, "I'm enjoying you."

Shino murmured, his fingers toying with the hem of Kiba's shirt, brushing cool across his skin, "Then let me enjoy you, too."

Kiba snuggled closer, his fingers knotting in Shino's hair. Lips met lips – briefly, like a secret, like a sin - hidden, shy – understood. He shook a little, and Shino's hand trailed up along his spine – lips came together again - longer, hungrier, like contact was something neither knew and both needed – broke apart again.

Kiba's teeth sank into the warm flesh of Shino's neck – earning him a groan. He moved away to admire the imprint it left on his skin – his mark on this boy that he planned on making his.

Shino's mouth searched in the dark – found Kiba's jaw, his hairline, his forehead, his lips all over again. Bruising kisses were sent ravishing from one mouth to the other.

Kiba broke away, breath coming in spurts, his hands found Shino's neck again, his forehead pressed against his friend's. "The sun is coming up," he rasped.

Shino could feel the warm light on his back, but pulled Kiba's warmer body against him again, said against his mouth, "Let's sleep in today."