CHAPTER TWELVE, "WHAT IF HE STARES AT ME WHEN I SLEEP?"

THANK YOU SHUIRO FOR BEING MY BETA, I LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS!

KIBA'S POV

"NARUTO! OPEN THE DOOR NOW OR I WILL KICK IT DOWN, AND SPANK THAT LOVELY ASS OF YOURS IN THE MEANTIME!" My fist were hammering on the door, but not even moving the door off its hinges. I didn't even get a fucking response; I took a deep breath, preparing to shout. "I'M GOING TO COUNT TO FIVE, AND IF YOU DON'T UNLOCK THE DOOR. I'M USING THE KITCHEN KNIFE TO BREAK IN! AND I'M BRINGING AKAMARU WITH ME!"

It was as silent as the graveyard, not a cough, whimper or sound of breathing. Was he even alive in there?

"ONE!" Nothing, the only thing I heard was the TV buzzing in the background. "TWO!" Wasn't Naruto afraid of dogs? Since Akamaru would be the perfect threat then. "THREE!" He would normally cry, at least whimper or something. "FOUR!" My voice got more horse with every time I shouted. "FIVE! I'M KICKING THE DOOR DOWN NOW!" He had to be in there, there wasn't a window in there. Either he was dead, or he was really talented in staying silent.

My foot collided with the door making a terrifying sound, it sounded like it would cost a lot.

"IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR, I SWEAR, I WILL CALL KAKASHI!" This time I could hear the sink being turned on. At least it was a sign that he was alive.

I had my knees up to my chest, and my back was against the door.

It was ridiculously silent; I could even hear Akamaru snoring from the bedroom. But, I couldn't hear a single sound from Naruto. I leaned my head against the door, looking up at the ceiling. I lit a cigarette, trying to calm down.

"Baby, please. Please, come out." Nothing, he was still ignoring me. "I don't even know what I did wrong. Can't we talk about it?" I took a deep breath to calm down. This was devastating; it was painful when he was like this. He was cutting me off, ignoring me. Even shutting himself in, physically not just mentally. "You're hurting me, it's hard when you're like this. I need you to talk to me." My voice was breaking; I was so broken at this point. This was breaking me, how could he do this to me? No one could break Kiba Inuzuka; no one could get close enough to break me. I hadn't even let him in that much in, the effect he had on me was crazy. "Baby, please come out. I need you; I can't handle this situation without you. You need to believe me, this is hard for me." I was literally choking up, my eyes forming tears, I wouldn't allow to fall. I wouldn't cry; I was stronger than this.

All that could be heard was a grunt of annoyance.

It fell silent again; it was so silent I could hear my own heartbeat pulsating in my ears.

We had been like this for hours, the clock showed eight. It was already eight p.m. The apartment was unnaturally silent, there was only the occasionally flicks from the lighter. And, Naruto was still locked in the bathroom, refusing to come out.

I had to use one of my best tricks to even have a chance to get him out. Hopefully, he couldn't resist his desires, and I would be able to lure him out.

"I want to tie you up to my bed when you're this disobedient. I want to ravish you, punish you. Make you scream my name."

My ears perked up, I could hear his breathing now. Maybe this could work, I could dirty talk him out?

"I would please you 'til your entire body is shaking, and your voice is hoarse from all the screaming." I could hear him panting; it was actually quite arousing. "You won't even be able to walk before tomorrow. I'll go, and get the hand-cuffs, and when I come back, I expect the door to be open and you, on your knees." I was actually starting to get hard myself; it was some really naughty images in my mind now. I folded my legs, and pulled down the zipper, god that felt so much better.

"Hey Naru, are you touching yourself?" I tried to make my voice as seductive as possible. I bit my lip waiting for some sort of answer. A soft mewl could be heard in between the pants. He really couldn't control his desires; he was just too cute.

"If you want too, I could come, and help you? You know you want it bad, you've been wanting it ever since that day in the shower. You have wanted me to come up to you, start nibbling your ear, whispering all the things I would do to you. I would have my hands working on opening your pants. Your knees would almost fail you, you would be supporting yourself on me." Oh god, we would have hot sex. I could hear him panting, he was almost moaning. He was ignoring me, but as soon as I started with the dirty talk he was moaning through the door. I had to suppress a chuckle, which was almost dancing on my lips. The next thing I knew, the sink was turned on. Muting all of his movements and breathing. What just happened?! I couldn't hear anything anymore; he could control himself after all? Talk about a tease.

My eyelids were refusing to listen to me; they were droopy, threatening with closure. My body slumped against the door, making a creaking sound under my weight. The sleep came, creaking, numbing my joints luring me to another world, as I was just about to disappear into it; my head hit the floor, making white flash before my eyes. My head hurt like hell, throbbing, and making me dizzy.

A sound only audible as a whisper could be heard. "I'm hungry."

I cracked an eye open, hoping I wasn't dreaming. I hadn't even heard the door open.

His hair was ruffled, and his eyes were red, he looked pale, sickly pale. "Baby?"

He hasn't said a word yet, he was sitting on the couch smoking as usual. The sound of grease splattering, filled the room, along with the delicious aroma of bacon. Bacon was the only fucking thing I could make, so I hoped he would eat it.

I started whistling, trying to fill the emptiness; it soon died down of boredom. This was fucking nerve-wrecking.

I put the plate down next to him; he picked the plate up, nibbling on the bacon by hand. I didn't have an appetite for once; I only sat in the couch, watching him eat.

He was avoiding my eyes, or the whole me for the matter. I occasionally shifted, being uncomfortable, he was so nervous. It was written all over his face.

"Why are we arguing, or fighting, or what ever this is, what is the problem? I won't know what the problem is if you don't tell me." He visibly tensed, putting the plate on the table, beside an old coffee cup. He reached for the pack of smoke, and lit one, taking a deep, shaky, breath. "Stop ignoring me. I know you can here me, sweetie." It came out soft; I was practically on my knees, trying to figure out the situation. "Are you sick of me? Is that why you were hanging out with Juugo for the whole week? Using one of my own friends to hurt me?" His under lip was trembling now, his eyes were closed, and a frown was forming. "Do you know how much it hurt, seeing you with him everyday. Can you even imagine how jealous I was? I was jealous of Juugo, jealous because he got to spend so much time with the one person I want so bad. But, that person won't tell me what's wrong, and the relationship is starting to crumble. A relationship that should have been stronger…" I could hear a sob as I lit a smoke; I turned to look at him. I could see tears travelling down his cheek, leaving tear trails.

"Baby, don't cry. Just tell me the problem, and I will fix it"

I could hear his sobs; I could hear him gasping for air, as the tears took over. But, he still refused to talk to me. I tried to put an arm around him, trying to comfort him. But every time, he pushed it off of him. I was starting to get desperate, not being able to do anything, he didn't let me do anything.

I had to do something; every thing was going out of control.

I snatched the cigarette from him, putting it out on the table. He turned, looking startled but it was too late, I had already picked him up, having him hanging over my shoulder. He tried to hit my back with his fist, but it was like he lost all of his power as he continued to sob.

I practically threw him on the bed; I proceeded with shutting the door with a loud bang. I walked over to the bed, crawling in it, I was straddling him now. I seated myself right above his crotch with a sad frown on my face.

"You better start talking soon." I moved closer to his face, hovering over him, while breathing hot air in his face. He moved his face quivering away from me, giving me perfect access to his, beautiful, unmarked skin, well that wouldn't be for long.

"Because, I will be kissing you until you do" I was whispering against his skin, already seeing goose bumps forming. I traced my lips against his skin, giving occasionally nips and kiss. I found his pulse, and started to suck on it, licking it, marking his skin, and engraving my mark on him. I could hear him whimper, breathing heavy with heated cheeks. "Don't..." He was whispering, I practically couldn't hear him. I sunk my teeth in his skin drawing blood, leaving an angry red mark. "This is what I mean, Kiba." I had his hands pinned above his head making him unable to move. He was trying to wiggle out of my grasp, trying to escape the situation; he failed with only forming delicious friction between us. A groan escaped my lips, god this made me hard.

"This, is why we're fighting?" he tired to raise his voice, but it soon died down. It took me by surprise; I stopped my actions, looking at him with raised brows. This was the problem? "Are you serious? If 'this' was the problem, you should have said it. If you don't like me being physical, I could have kept my hands for myself." My voice sounded annoyed, because I was in fact, annoyed. How could such a minor problem like this, become this blown out of proportions, how could it turn into such a big drama between us?

He looked startled, and started to mumble, he couldn't keep his eyes focused at me, they were traveling around the room. "That's just one of the things…" it sounded so insecure, and sad, his voice was even shaking.

"What started this? Tell me what you're thinking." It didn't sound like a plead now. I was demanding, I was demanding an answer. He breathed heavy out, his cheeks still flushed and heated. "I know." He really made me confused sometimes, nothing of what he said made sense, especially when being put together. "You know what? That I like to wear underwear?" I snorted, starting to get impatient with this game of his.

"You're straight, and you're seriously sex deprived." My eyes widened, I had to suppress a chuckle. "Dude, I'm not straight. I'm at least Bi. And, yes, I'm sex deprived. You make me go crazy, you make me want to lose control. I've never wanted more too just fuck someone, until the sunrises while hearing you scream." He looked shocked for a moment, but it soon turned into disappointment. He muttered, "I knew it…" did he seriously think, that I saw him as a fuck buddy? We didn't even fuck, and I wanted to get to know him on a whole other level.

I leaned in, capturing his lips by surprise. As we parted, I whispered against his lips. "The reason I'm like this is, because I'm in love. I have this person that l like, I want him to tell me everything." I started to trail kisses along his jaw as I was speaking. "I want him to tell me his problems, cry on my shoulder, let me help him, and most of all, I want to help him get better, I want to comfort him even if it spoils him. I want to please him in every single way, not just his cock. But, also with words, conversations, secrets, and with just being present." I heard a sob, being confused with his reaction. Was he sad because I liked him, was it happy tears or devastated tears? I felt quite vulnerable, putting my heart out there; I didn't even know if he had such feelings for me.

"How can you possibly know? How can you tell if it's a crush, and not just a fling, a simple 'like' or something physical?" He was teary, looking at me with a pleading look. He didn't believe me? Wasn't he taking me serious at all?

"I have these butterflies in my tummy, when I'm around this certain someone, he can make me smile by just being around. He's the only thing I think about when I go to sleep, also when I wake up. Whenever a certain song pops up on the radio, the lyrics can make me think of him. And, with not being able to talk to him for a week it, almost broke me. I'm getting addicted to have contact with him, and not only by touching." I almost started blabbering about everything I found admirable about him, but cut myself off, when I saw the look on his face.

He looked like he was going to punch me, it was a good thing I had his hands pinned over his head. "If you're joking, I'm going to punch you, or I will give you're dog fleas." I couldn't stop myself from laughing, and a smile played over my face. "I'm being serious here." I released his hands from my own, and caressed his cheek. "Are you still mad at me?" he looked up at me with furrowed brows, making me unsure about what he was thinking.

"I don't know…" he was mumbling with a pout, avoiding my eyes. I tried to make the sweetest voice I could, looking innocently down at him. "Will you forgive me, if, I give you a kiss?" I hope he couldn't resist, because I had problems with resisting him.

He stayed silent for a couple of minutes; it looked like he was pondering about it.

"Mmm, okay." He was blushing, looking uncertain about it; I hope he would regret his decision. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a simple kiss. He kissed me back, all tension leaving him.

I laid myself down next to him; I pulled him close to my chest, not resisting the urge to have him as close as possible. I sneaked my arms securely around his waist, feeling his hot breath on my neck. I put a gentle kiss on his cheek before whispering "Goodnight, Naru."

He sounded quite awkward and shy as he whispered. "Kiba, I can't sleep with pants on"

The thought had completely left my mind; I chuckled into his hair, smelling that, oh so, intoxicating smell of his. "Just take off your pants then, I hope you don't mind me sleeping in boxers though." I already sounded sleepy as I spoke. I let go of him, unzipping my jeans wiggling out of them with as little effort as possible. I kicked the jeans out of the bed, and threw the tee in the same direction.

The room fell dark, and I could hear rustling in the sheets. I could feel the bed dip under his weight and he crawled under the comforter, pulling it up to his chin.

I cocked a brow at him in confusion, which he obviously didn't see.

I reached out for him, pulling him against me; I could hear him gasp in surprise. In a weird way I managed to pull his hoodie off, throwing it in the same direction as the rest of the clothes. I pulled him close, having him rest his head on my left arm. His back was against my chest, as I buried my face in the nape of his neck. I placed my other hand securely around him, having it rest on his chest, with my hand above his heart. "K-Kiba, I get cold if I just sleep in a t-shirt." I could see right through the lie of his, I tried not to seem annoyed as I traced my fingertips upwards, on the inside of his left hand, I could feel how rough his skin had been abused, the bumps could still be easily recognized by just light touching. I could feel him breathe unevenly, being uncomfortable. I kissed his neck trying to do some magic, while mumbling. "I don't care if you have scars, you don't have to hide them from me. But, we have to talk about it, and I promise I won't get mad. Don't worry baby." He only mumbled an okay.

It was silent for a couple of minutes, but I could still hear that he was awake.

"Hey, what's the problem? Are you uncomfortable?" He turned around facing me, hugging me tight. He mumbled into my chest, his voice was still shaky. "You promise you won't get angry? You're fucking s-scary when angry." I could feel him shake against me; I stroked his back, mumbling comforting words. "Shh, I won't get angry. Just calm down." I felt bad that he was this scared of me, when I was annoyed and grumpy, he hadn't seen me angry yet… I hoped that he would never see me violent...

"And, Kiba, your dog is still creeping me out. What if he stares at me when I sleep? What if he doesn't like me?" I couldn't follow his words, I was so fucking sleepy. "Akamaru doesn't care, just pet him, and he will love you to death. And, the sleeping pills are on the nightstand, take two and there is a glass of water beside of it." The last words turned into mumbling, as I fell asleep.

A/N: So, they kind of made up. Hope you're happy now! It wasn't screaming, and shouting since Naruto isn't exactly the type to lose his temper, more the over-thinking type.

I hope you look forward to next chapter! I'm already looking forward at writing it myself! hehehe~

Thanks for reading as usual! And leave a review at what you thought about the chapter, I'm very unsure about it. I don't know if it turned out good, I can only hope!

~Your lovely author, bab-chan!

Beta's Note: Damn, this chapter made me cry, and get excited all at the same time. I turned from sadness to hot and hard in a second ^.^ . Well, I hope you guys loved this chapter as much as I did! And, guess what?! I'M GETTING A STORY ON KIRITO AND KLEIN, HAHAHA BITCHES, IT'S GOING TO BE ALL MINE :D. I can't wait, now if only I could speed up my birthday…

-The slave, and advisor, Shuiro