CHAPTER FOURTEEN: I SHOULDN'T HAVE DOUBTED MYSELF.

WARNING: A horny Kiba, and bad thoughts.

THANK YOU SHUIRO FOR BEING BETA! YOU'RE EVEN BETTER THEN A SQUID!

NARUTO'S POV:

I was slammed against the door as soon as it closed; I was attacked by a hungry mouth filled with desire, which wanted more. I couldn't help but moan, it slipped through my lips as his knee rubbed against my arousal. With my clouded mind I managed to find some words that made sense. "K-Kiba, you're g-going to f-fast." It came out like a pant, it sounded like I wanted more. And, I think it was exactly what he thought too.

"You want this don't you, you want this so bad." He was moaning in my ear, starting to lick the shell following with a bite that made me yelp in pain. His lips were all over my neck, making marks, kissing, biting the already red flesh. He had my hands pinned above my head making me unable to move. It was painful when he was this rough and forceful, but at the same time, I could feel some pleasure. He suddenly threw me over the shoulder like he usually does, but this time, he gave me a hard spank. I could feel the stinging pain as I yelped in pain again. I could hear various things being knocked over as he walked through the endless darkness of a living room, because he was in such a hurry he didn't even bother with turning the lights on.

A door was almost kicked open banging into the wall in the bedroom. "K-Kiba, slow down. You're going to ruin the apartment like this." It sounded like a whine, a desperate whine. He threw me at the bed, quickly crawling over me. He sat at my crotch as he literally tore his shirt off. "But, you have been teasing me all night, you made me like this, you made me crazy of lust." My eyes widened in shock, I had never experienced Kiba like this before. The crack in the curtain let the moonlight in, hitting his face, revealing the animalistic look in his eyes. I gulped, not knowing what would come next, and I felt scared. I had never seen Kiba like this; he seemed like a predator, almost angry like with his actions. He pulled the hoodie over my head, already unbuckling my jeans when I managed to catch my breath again. He quickly pulled the jeans of me, discarding it to the floor lazily. He quickly turned back to me with a devious grin on his face. He leaned against me, catching my lips, biting and nipping until I opened my mouth for him. He quickly saw an opening and his tongue coaxed mine. I moaned into the kiss, it felt so good. Especially when he started to tease the nipple with a shining barbell in. he deepened the kiss with hurried motions, he pinned my arms above my head with one arm using the other to continue on his previous actions. It still felt good, even if I wanted him to stop. I broke the kiss panting; I was getting light headed for being without air for so long. "K-Kiba, st-stop! You're scaring me, slow down!" his suddenly aggressive behavior was scaring me, the Kiba I was used to, was always so gentle. He touched me with such care, always looking at me with loving eyes. "Can't do that, you see baby," the words sounded sarcastic, even taunting. He continued with a grin on his face, seeming satisfied with the situation. He wanted this? He wanted to scare me, was he going to fuck the living daylights out of me? I tried to wiggle out of his grasp as he tightened his hold on my wrists, making it painful. "I'm so horny, you made me so horny. I know you want this too, don't even try to deny it. I'm going to fuck you good and hard." My eyes widened in shock, and fear by the statement. I'm not ready for this; I'm not ready for sex. Is he going to rape me if I refuse?

He shifted his position, taking off his own pants. I managed to crawl with hurried motions to the end of the bed. But, strong hands pulled me back with a firm grip. "Oh no, you won't, don't you even try to run away." His voice sounded playful as he spoke, almost singing like, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. Shivers ran down my spine, I was terrified now. He flipped me over, having me lying on my back. Not even knowing what I did myself, I flailed with my feet, hitting his jaw pretty hard. He quickly released me, clutching onto his jaw in agony. I almost fell out of the bed, snatching my pants and hoodie. I could hear him groan in pain as he crawled towards me. "Don't be like that baby, I just want to play. Come here, I'll make you feel good. I promise." He tried to catch me with his hands, but failed.

A slap echoed through the room, making him clutch his face again, also in pain. I could hear him yell curses as I ran out of the door; did I hit him too hard?

I quickly found the keys on the counter, slipping on my shoes as fast as I could.

I couldn't even think about sex without feeling scared, I wasn't like Kiba. I had never slept with someone before; it wasn't just a bang, and nothing more. That was the problem; it was much more than that. I could hear him walking in my direction; sounding angrier with every step he took. "What the hell did you slap me for? I just wanted to fuck." I quickly opened the door getting out, as I turned back to close it I saw Kiba. When I saw his face I felt like screaming, or even crying. Who the hell was this person? Blood was dripping from his under lip, and his eyes were furrowed, looking furious, looking aggressive and alien. I reacted on pure reflexes, and slammed the door in his face, running in the direction of my car.

As I reached my car, I jumped in slamming the door shut. I fumbled with the keys trying to get it into the ignition. The engine finally roared to life, making the car get in motion, and make it's way to the road.

I was going on autopilot, being in a complete shock. "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED." The car fell silent again, while I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I banged my fist on the steering wheel trying to find meaning in my thought. Was this the real Kiba, had I been right all along? Did he enjoy this 'game'? Was all of this a game to him?

I pulled into the nearest gas station, parking behind it. I killed the engine, and stepped out, taking the clothes along with me. I stepped out of sight so the by passing cars wouldn't see, and got dressed. It was difficult to do so, since my hands wouldn't stop trembling. I pulled the hoodie over my head, trying to get some warmth. I had forgotten my jacket at Kiba's, and it was quite chilly this night. I rushed over to the car, in the need of getting some heat.

I was driving the endless highway, in an unbearable silence. The cigarette was threatening to slip from my fingers, I was shaking that badly. I inhaled the cigarette, feeling the smoke fill my lungs. I exhaled through the nose, feeling it tickle. But my lips were shut in a thin line. I should stop somewhere, or I'm going to crash. Why can't my fucking hands stop trembling? A drive-through came into my line of vision, and I decided as I saw the sign. I had to get something to eat, or something to distract me. Or at least try.

An annoyed voice could be heard through the microphone, the screeching sound being painful for my ears. "What do ya' want." I cleared my voice, trying to sound normal. "F-fries and a b-black coffee." Close enough. She or he mumbled something, and then asked me to drive to the window.

I had parked the car in an empty parking lot; I had my knees up to my chest eating the fries that tasted like crap. I had tried to put on some extra salt, and with an accident spilled everything on it, only making it worse. After a while I gave up on the too salty fries, and tried to enjoy my black coffee.

I glanced at the radio, seeing that it was already past 3am. I had been driving around for two hours already.

My eyes traveled to the window looking out. It was dark; it was literally pitch black outside. The only reason I saw something at all was because I had the headlights on. A few cars passed by on the highway occasionally. Other than that, it was silent.

Had Kiba started 'this', to just see how long it would take until he got into my pants? Did he enjoy this? Scaring me, forcing me, making me on the verge of tears?

The clock was ticking away as I sat and doubted Kiba. When I realized that I should doubt myself. This is my fault, not Kiba's. He was drunk, but who was the person that made him horny? Me. I was playing with fire, and almost got burned. I was too careless, did stupid things without thinking. Of course, a person would expect sex after what I did. I only raised his expectations, making him expect certain things of me. How could I do this to him? I had been playing him; I had toyed with his image of me. What if I was a totally different person in his eyes? What if people actually thought of me as a slut, was I behaving like one? When had I started doing these things? Why did I do these things?

The only choice left I had was apologizing to Kiba. I needed him in my life. I needed the sober version of Kiba in my life. With some new found courage I gave life to the car and drove in the direction of Kiba's home. But, the nervousness started to creep up as closer I got, could I do this? Could I apologize to Kiba in a decent way, and be forgiven?

The street signs passed in a regular motion, a car here and there. And, some lifeless drunk people occasionally. I was gripping the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles were turning white, and they looked like ivory. They looked like they belonged to a dead man. I lit a cigarette while steering the car with my knees; I managed to do so without killing myself. I started to recognize the street; this was the street Kiba lived in. I pulled up into the driveway; I got out and locked the car. The click was the only thing that could be heard outside. But, it wasn't night anymore. Time had escaped from me, already showing that it was time for some people to get to work. Soon another day would begin again, the silence would be disturbed, and everything would be up and running. As I stood there looking out into thin air, the first morning runner could be spotted. I snapped out of my daze, feeling my fingertips freezing up. As I turned around to get moving, I spotted another car parked right beside of mine. The neighbors most likely had visitors? I shook my head, not wanting to bother with it. I walked with careful steps towards Kiba's door. I grabbed the doorknob with an uncertain hand, and with one movement I opened the door. I stepped into the dark hallway, and took off my shoes. I turned on the light in the living room as I entered. I could now see the damage; Kiba had smashed a lamp, and even knocked the coffee table over somehow. I stuffed the car keys that were still in hand, down my back pocket. I ruffled my hair feeling nervous. I felt sick, I felt like I would throw up. Something was eating me up inside out, tearing my nerves to shreds.

My hands were rested on the doorknob to Kiba's room, the guy I had so many different feelings for. I wasn't even sure if I loved the guy, or was just addicted to him. I turned the knob entering the room. The only sounds in the room was some light snores, and mumbling. Most likely sleep talking. The crack in the curtain was still there, letting some light inside the room. My eyes traveled towards the bed, seeing the sleeping form that breathed in a steady rhythm. I stepped forward, standing at the edge of the bed. I froze in my actions, not being able to move. I blinked twice, wondering how bad my eyesight was. It was still there, it hadn't disappeared. I pinched my arm, praying for this to be a nightmare. I wanted to wake up from this. I opened my eyes again, slowly this time. Afraid of what I would see. My eyes widened, and my breath hitched in my throat. This wasn't a nightmare, I wasn't seeing things. I wasn't hallucinating. This scene that was displayed in front of me was the real world. My hands were covering my mouth, not letting the sobs be audible; I could feel my hands get wet from the tears. I turned around leaving the room; I didn't want them to see me. They weren't going to see how much they had managed to break me; I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. I carefully closed the door, not leaving any sound.

I walked quickly towards the bathroom; I flicked the light on and almost broke the mirror as I opened it. My hands were trembling while I scanned every shelf, finally spotting the savior. The bottle read Lorazepam in big red letters. I snatched the bottle, not bothering with closing the mirror. As I ran towards the hallway, I stopped turning slowly around facing the little bowl with keys. I took the key that had a frog sticker on and put it securely in my pocket.

As I stood on the outside of the apartment, only one sentence was voiced out loud. "I should have known..." The tears started to flood my vision, making me unable to see clearly. I took the bottle out of my pocket popping three dry, hoping it would make whatever I was feeling, disappear. As I walked towards the car something disturbing popped up in my mind. I didn't know who I hated the most right now, Kiba or me?

A/N: Not exactly what you expected?

I wonder if anyone is able to guess who was in that bed with Kiba, because I know exactly who... heheheh.

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