A/N: I realised how much I depend on my beta-reader… Without her, I would have nothing… At all. Seriously.
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Too Many Interruptions
Chapter 10: Kiba
It was after midnight when the pair crept along the beach, leaving only slight indentations where their feet had fallen as evidence that they had passed by—and even those faded as the tides rose higher and washed them away.
They were following a large dog that had its nose against the ground, sniffing furiously. The enormous creature stopped upon reaching an old weather-beaten shack and gave a short, sharp bark to alert his master that the trail they had been following led there.
"Good boy, Akamaru," a deep male voice called out in a whisper, stepping up to the dog and rubbing its ears affectionately, whilst continuing to praise its efforts. The other person quickly looked around to see if anyone was following them, saw no one, and then walked over to the shack, wasting no time in examining the walls and floor.
"So what does that mean, Kiba?" she asked, careful to keep her voice low on the off chance someone would hear and turning to look at the man. It was hard to see in the darkness, but she could just make out the shape of his broad shoulders rising and falling in a shrug.
"I told you, Sakura. We're following Sasuke's trail; the trail led here." Kiba had no problem with it, but he did wonder why this girl had called him out of bed in the middle of the night to find out where Sasuke had spent the day, although the amount of money she'd given him to accompany her definitely made it worth his while.
It was an odd pastime, especially in the night when anything they did would be doubly suspicious. For instance, digging a hole in the day could mean you were attempting to grow a garden; but in the night, digging a hole could be taken an entirely different way, as one could be quick to assume that you were burying something you didn't want to be found—a dead body or stolen goods were just some of the many options one had when choosing to suspiciously hide things.
For the record, Kiba and Sakura were not burying a dead body or the like; they were indulging in a spot of stalking.
"But what was he doing here? Who was he with?" Sakura asked exasperatedly, clearly frustrated at the lack of information. Kiba scratched his head, unsure of what he could do to help.
"Look, Akamaru's sense of smell is the best of the whole village—" Akamaru interrupted with a grateful nudge against Kiba's hand at his comment. The man laughed and continued, "But he can't tell what the reasons behind a person's location are."
Sakura groaned in annoyance. She needed to know exactly what Sasuke had done that day, and who it was with. If he was doing what she thought he was doing… Well, he'd better not be.
"I can find out who… if we have something to compare the smell to," Kiba added, causing Sakura to look at him with a smile. "But…"—he put emphasis on the word—"it'd be nice to know why we're stalking your 'boyfriend' in the middle of the night."
"Oh, that's easy," she replied, a sadistic smile on her face. "Sasuke is cheating on me. I'm gonna find out who it is stealing him away from me and then I'm gonna kill her!"
Kiba was astonished at her outburst. Where she got all that energy from, at this time of night, was beyond his abilities to fathom. "Kill her? Well, good luck getting away with that," he said sarcastically, hoping with all his might that she was joking, but resolving to warn Sasuke of it, just in case.
It didn't even occur to either of them that Sasuke might be spending his time with a member of the male species.
Meanwhile, over at Naruto's house, a silent argument was taking place. The phone was ringing—it was clearly Sasuke, no proof needed—and Naruto was refusing to answer. One could almost hear the glare Naruto was giving the loud device as he sat on his bed hugging one of his pillows close to his chest in an effort to fill the hole that was created from his loneliness.
In all honesty, he missed Sasuke.
But there was no way he could talk to him. Not after the cruel thing that Sasuke had done to him.
At the same time, it was almost as if Sasuke was shouting at his end of the phone call—"Damn it, Naruto, pick up!"—but despite his best efforts, the blonde ninja did not answer the phone.
With both men having no course of action to take, it was a stalemate.
The 'argument' continued for quite a while. The persistent ringing was driving Naruto into madness. He buried his head in the pillow—not unlike the way a cat would hide its face in the belief that if it can't see you, then you can't see it—and tried to stifle the sounds of sadness his lips released.
It was like being pulled apart from all angles: Naruto felt the pressure inside him escalating to even greater heights, trying to force him into answering the phone, if only to hear Sasuke's sweet voice. But he didn't do it. He ignored the ringing and held the pillow tighter in the hope of releasing some of his pent-up feelings.
As it rose and rose inside of him, he finally decided he couldn't take it anymore. Letting out a cry of frustration, he stood up angrily, throwing the pillow to one side where it slammed into the wall and fell to the floor, and pulled the cord to the phone straight out of the wall.
Needless to say, it stopped ringing.
He wanted to ignore the tears brimming in his eyes but found them ridiculously insistent. He tried to stop them and told himself over and over that men don't cry.
Men don't cry.
But he felt like only Sasuke could stop them. He sat back down on his bed, totally ignoring the pillow lying next to the wall looking horribly beaten, and hung his head dejectedly. He sighed, unhappiness and discord droning from his core.
Their secret relationship was causing problems. It was a hard secret to keep because Sasuke just made him so happy. But he had to keep it, nonetheless. No matter what, it seemed. And that was the source of Naruto's current depression.
"Naruto."
His head snapped back up in shock when he heard a very familiar voice call his name.
He whirled around and saw that he'd left his window open. Sasuke was halfway in, mobile phone in one hand, holding himself up with the other as he leaned out from a bush. The dark night behind Sasuke disguised him, making him blend in like a ninja. Probably because he was a ninja.
"Sasuke," Naruto mumbled in surprise, quickly wiping his tears away. But it was too late; Sasuke had seen them. Sasuke leapt into the room, quickly moving to Naruto's side. Neither of the two noticed that the window was left open.
"Why are you crying?" Sasuke asked, having no idea what was wrong with Naruto. After a moment of careful deliberation, the blonde decided honesty was the best policy. Avoiding Sasuke would do no good; he had to face the issue head on. It was the only way to solve this issue in their relationship.
"What you said earlier today…" Naruto began cautiously. "About not wanting me that way…" he trailed off, waiting for Sasuke's response.
"Oh, is that all? It was just to get Gaara off our backs," he explained in an effort to resolve the matter, seeing that although it meant nothing to him, it really bothered Naruto. For heaven's sake, he was crying!
Naruto looked away. Sasuke just didn't get it.
"It hurt, Sasuke," Naruto said angrily, trying to explain the effect his lover's words had had on him. His hands balled into fists and he felt an urge to hit something, someone, but he resisted it. Sasuke wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against Naruto.
"But you know I didn't mean it," Sasuke said immediately. He couldn't understand why Naruto was so angry at a simple lie.
For some reason, he felt a bit out of place, standing there in Naruto's bedroom, although he couldn't work out why that was. He'd been there many times before and had never felt averse to it. Perhaps Naruto was sending out a "you're not welcome; go away" vibe?
Naruto thought it through thoroughly, working out how to explain it to Sasuke. The latter waited patiently, albeit confused.
"You're a good liar," Naruto stated, taking a step backwards to put more distance between them.
"I know I am," Sasuke agreed, upset by Naruto's cold attitude. "But you already knew that. You're the only person who does." He felt as though a wall had suddenly come up between them and they couldn't see each other past it. Neither knew what the other was thinking.
They were taking steps in the dark, sometimes going too far; sometimes not far enough. Like with a thermometer when you put it in an oven, then in a bucket of freezing water, watching the temperature rise and fall as you keep alternating between the two extremes. And then, in the end, all you end up with is a broken thermometer.
"I know that. You trust me to always believe you, but how can I trust you?" It was becoming increasingly difficult to get the words out, anger and sadness taking over him.
"What are you talking about?" Sasuke was more confused than ever. Naruto took a deep breath and tried to explain it properly, still not meeting Sasuke's eyes.
"You lie about me. They believe you." It was simple so far. "I love you, Sasuke. Why can't anyone know that?"
"You know the reasons why." It was true; Naruto understood the reasons. He fought them in his own way and he'd thought he was doing well, but then Sasuke had resorted to lying about Naruto and that was truly upsetting.
"It still hurt." Naruto was adamant, but it was an act. He just wanted an apology or Sasuke's understanding.
"Okay, I won't lie to you," Sasuke promised. "And I'm sorry. And I won't tell people that you're constantly trying to get me into bed with you." That brought a small smile to Naruto's face. It was funny because it was true. "But I will have to lie to anyone that finds out about us because they just can't know. I guess we'll just have to be more creative with our excuses, then?"
It was easy for Sasuke to promise these things. The hard part would be keeping these promises, but Naruto didn't doubt that Sasuke would. Otherwise there'd be hell to pay.
It was slightly suspicious that Sasuke had known exactly what to do to fix the problem—apologising and promising not to lie… Maybe he just knew Naruto well enough to guess what the right course of action to take was?
And just like that, Sasuke bridged the gap between them. Better yet, the aforementioned thermometer wasn't broken; it survived the encounter. Naruto nodded in agreement with Sasuke's terms. Then he grinned. He may have forgiven Sasuke but that didn't necessarily mean the dark ninja wouldn't have to compensate for the previous interruption.
Naruto stepped up to Sasuke and put his arms around his neck, bringing his mouth to Sasuke's ear and nibbling it softly for a moment. Sasuke responded by holding Naruto up to his body and kissing his neck in apology for the pain he'd caused.
"I'm sorry," he repeated honestly.
"I'm still gonna have to get you back for making Gaara think I'm stalking you…" Naruto whispered huskily, smiling evilly. His intentions were clear and Sasuke didn't struggle as Naruto brought their lips together, adding a shove causing Sasuke to fall onto the bed.
Smiling in anticipation, Naruto crawled onto the large bed over Sasuke and kissed him again, this time bringing his tongue into the equation. Lowering the rest of his body, Naruto mounted Sasuke, letting his hips do the talking as his tongue raced back and forth inside Sasuke's mouth.
He undid the buttons of Sasuke's shirt, rubbing his nipples as he went. He removed the item of clothing, throwing it on the floor.
Sasuke wasted no time with shirts, placing his hands on Naruto's thighs as he was straddled by the older man. He brought his hands even higher, squeezing Naruto's buttocks and causing their hips to clash harder momentarily.
Eager for more contact and quickly losing control, Sasuke snuck his hands under the shirt of the aroused male on top of him and quickly whipped it off, deepening the kiss as he did so, and allowing Naruto's tongue to comfortably sink deeper inside his mouth. His body followed and they both gasped as they felt the wondrous friction between them as their lower bodies met roughly, never ceasing their movement.
Fully aroused and more than ready for more, Sasuke reached down as Naruto continued his oral attack, and quickly unzipped the blonde's pants. Just as he was about to pull them down and off, Naruto stopped him.
"Not quite yet, Sasuke." The laughter in Naruto's voice was hard to miss. Unfortunately, though, to speak, Naruto had had to stop kissing Sasuke and the dark ninja wasn't happy with that. He growled and pulled Naruto back to him, managing a quick kiss before the older male spoke again.
"I always end up naked while you're fully dressed," Naruto panted as Sasuke began lightly touching the front of the blonde's jeans, the touch transferring itself to the large organ covered up by the clothes. "This time, it'll be different," Naruto said, moving his hands to Sasuke's pants and proceeding to unzip them.
"Fine by me," Sasuke muttered distractedly, still enjoying the feeling of having his lover sit on him like that, their most intimate parts separated only by a layer or two of clothing. It made him even more desperate to hurry up and reach the best part of this encounter.
Soon enough, Sasuke's hard shaft was free of his clothes and twitching in expectation. Naruto quickly shuffled down Sasuke's body and knelt before his hips, beginning to kiss the area around the large erection, careful to avoid it despite Sasuke's protests—both verbal and physical.
He brought his mouth to the junction where Sasuke's legs met his body and sucked at the flesh, watching the younger man's member jolt, his hands gripping tightly at the sheets beneath them, and his eyes forced shut, trying to settle himself down to no avail.
It always amused Naruto to see the usually cool, calm and collected Sasuke completely at his mercy.
Sasuke wasn't happy with the delay, spreading his legs further apart to try to tempt Naruto into finally giving him what he wanted. Naruto didn't take the bait, continuing to give all his attention to the area around the place that Sasuke needed his mouth most.
"Naruto…" Sasuke moaned as a warning, quickly becoming angry at his lover for procrastinating. Laughing, but taking heed of Sasuke's advice, Naruto wasted no time in taking the cock into his mouth.
"Ahh!" A sudden cry of pleasure was Sasuke's immediate reaction, soon followed by sharp thrusts into Naruto's hot cavern. Patience was not Sasuke's strongest trait in this particular type of situation.
Naruto responded to the thrusts by swallowing each time whilst twisting his tongue around every part he could reach—he had learned recently that Sasuke quite enjoyed that.
Sasuke's hands moved from the sheets and dug themselves into Naruto's hair, coercing him into taking more of the organ into his mouth. Naruto refused to submit to his uke, and he changed his routine; instead of swallowing, he began licking the sides while squeezing at the base.
It was building inside Sasuke quickly and he felt his end approaching. Quivering and moaning, he felt all the heat in his body amalgamate in that sensitive region as Naruto roughly ran his thumb along the tip, wiping away the drop of pre-cum already there.
"Ahh! I—I…" Sasuke was muttering nonsense, the strokes reducing him to a blubbering idiot, but he didn't care. All that mattered was Naruto's hands burning him like fire wherever they touched.
But then it stopped.
Naruto let go and dropped Sasuke's still-stiff dick without giving him the release he so desperately needed.
"…Naruto… W—what the hell…are y—you doing?" Sasuke regained some use of his verbal skills, but he was still panting heavily. His immediate reaction was anger. Was Naruto so pissed off at him that he would punish him by simply stopping before he got his release?
"Just wait," Naruto said reassuringly, dispelling Sasuke's doubt, his voice slightly muffled as though something was in his mouth, and a little breathless himself. Sasuke looked down at Naruto and was surprised to see the man licking his own fingers.
"What are you—?" Sasuke suddenly realised what Naruto was planning. "No—" he began, but was cut short by Naruto's fingers on his right hand suddenly entering him.
"Ah! Naru—ah! Don't…" Sasuke was once again reduced to a blubbering idiot. The feeling was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, but it only served to arouse him further. Naruto twisted his fingers around, widening the hole. He added another finger. Sasuke put his hands back on the sheets, afraid to hold Naruto in case it disrupted his efforts in making him happy.
Sasuke could almost smell the pleasure he knew was coming soon. They were finally going to do it. They would finally have sex. After trying for so long, they would actually manage to get through it uninterrupted.
Somebody should have warned Sasuke that he shouldn't count his chickens before they've hatched. Or rather, his cum before he's ejaculated.
Naruto pulled off his own pants and threw them on the floor next to the rest of the clothes, revealing the massive erection he'd been hiding the entire time. For once, both of them were entirely naked. Thrusting his fingers into Sasuke one more time and causing another shout of pleasure from the younger man, he licked the member of his lover again and positioned his own cock in front of Sasuke's hole.
"You ready?" Naruto asked, looking at Sasuke's face to see that he was blushing crimson from the heat continuously rushing through him.
"Y—yeah," Sasuke said hotly, panting so much he thought his lungs would rupture. He was nervous, of course, but more than ready for this.
Naruto tenderly placed his left hand on Sasuke's shaft again and was just about to pull the fingers of his right hand out of the dark ninja and replace them with his penis—
—when a body fell from the ceiling with a huge crash and landed on the bed next to Sasuke, causing the whole thing to bounce.
Naruto froze in shock; Sasuke shut his eyes.
No, no, no… Please no… Not another interruption.
"Uh, hi, guys." The body spoke, clearly embarrassed, picking itself up off the bed and standing up, carefully avoiding looking directly at the scene in front of him.
The two men on the bed were just staring at him, unable to comprehend how he'd gotten there. They imagined how it must have looked to the interrupter.
Sasuke was lying on the bed stark naked, legs spread far apart, erection quivering with one of Naruto's hands around it, while Naruto was sitting there, also completely naked, with his fingers inside Sasuke and his member inches away from Sasuke's literal asshole.
Kiba firmly kept his gaze locked onto Sasuke and Naruto's faces, all three men blushing so much it was like they'd spread tomato sauce all over each other in a food fight. It was one of Kiba's best traits that he got over things quickly. This was no exception.
"I wondered for a second if this was some kind of weird Alice-in-wonderland scene since I didn't expect to fall from the sky, but now I see that it's not," Kiba began in a mad-hatter-like way, following the Alice in wonderland theme. "You know, we'll all look back on this someday and laugh," he said, smiling already.
Naruto and Sasuke didn't smile. The blonde's hand fell away from Sasuke's member and he removed his fingers from Sasuke. They both rearranged their positions to be less compromising, still gaping soundlessly, but it was too late for a redo. They'd been caught in the act. Well, technically before the act itself, but these days you just can't be sure.
"You may be wondering how I got in here…" Kiba began, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, the lack of reaction from his audience not at all off-putting. "Well, Sakura paid me to help her stalk you, Sasuke, and—"
Sasuke's mouth snapped shut with an audible crack. "Stalk me?" he asked, eyes wide. "I knew it…" he muttered darkly. Clearly, he wasn't as fond of Sakura as she was of him.
"Yeah." Kiba replied shortly, seeming calmer. "So I was hiding in your ceiling, Naruto… and then… well…"—he gestured to the debris spread across the bed and floor, and brought their attention to a huge hole in the roof—"…it broke."
Neither Sasuke nor Naruto were really surprised by Kiba's story, despite its unusualness. They'd seen stranger things in their lives. But one thing about it bothered Sasuke.
"Why didn't you hide by the window?" Sasuke pointed behind him to the open window, a slight breeze coming in.
"Oh," Kiba said, surprised, noticing the window for the first time. "I didn't think it would be that simple." He laughed.
Naruto shook his head, his other head trembling with the motion and reminding him of the uncomfortable feeling of needing release and needing it soon. The mood was pretty much ruined, but that didn't mean his erection would just fade away. It's a well-known fact that penises actually break when you don't fix that hard little problem.
Quickly distracting himself for fear that he might be stupid enough to start touching himself in the presence of Kiba, he realised he had more than one problem with the dog-owner's dramatic entrance.
"You demolished my roof," he said, enunciating each word carefully and with malevolence. To his credit, Kiba didn't cower under Naruto's glare.
"Technically, it was your ceiling," he informed. He certainly had guts, refusing to back down even when he was the one who had done wrong. That is, if the destruction of other people's roofs—or ceilings—was wrong.
"And you interrupted us!" Naruto exclaimed, the heat that had been driving him to do all he had done to Sasuke transferring itself to his emotions. Kiba blushed at that—now looking even more red than the most red thing anyone could ever think of—and changed the subject, but only ever so slightly.
"I gotta say, I was surprised to see it was you with Sasuke," Kiba said to Naruto. "You're the last person I expected. I thought you guys hated each other?"
Naruto opened and closed his mouth, unsure of how he should respond to that. He felt like he should be begging Kiba not to ever tell anyone what he'd seen, but at the same time, his anger was driving him to yell at the interrupter. Then again, Kiba seemed strangely calm, like he walked in on this kind of thing all the time.
Turning to look at Sasuke for his opinion, he saw that the dark-haired ninja had much the same expression on his face as Naruto. Thankfully, Kiba took the next step in the conversation.
"So the hate was all an act, then?" Kiba guessed. Naruto and Sasuke nodded simultaneously. "Huh… I never woulda picked it," he mused. "Pretty convincing acting."
Naruto not quite so much, but Sasuke at least was still shocked and unable to do much else. Kiba seemed to suddenly remember something, pointing at Sasuke and speaking: "Sasuke, by the way, Sakura vowed to kill whoever you were spending your time with."
Everyone looked at Naruto for his reaction to that and saw the colour—red—drain from his face. He looked positively terrified. A casual observer would think a lion had just manifested inside his bedroom. A casual observer would also notice that two of the three men in the room were naked—and who knows what kind of ideas a person could come up with to explain that?
"K—kill me?" he squeaked, his voice an octave higher than usual, the fear of his teammate's wrath soaring to greater heights. Kiba nodded encouragingly, not at all disturbed by the idea.
"That's what she said. So I figured I'd warn you." He smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment, though perhaps scaring the life out of Naruto wasn't his goal. Sasuke solemnly patted Naruto on the shoulder, putting a sympathetic face on.
"It's been nice knowing you," he said, accepting that Sakura would indeed murder his lover when Kiba told her about what he'd seen. But wait—what if Kiba didn't tell her? What if he could be convinced—bribed—to not fulfil the terms of his stalking? As Sasuke realised these things, his head snapped up and he looked Kiba in the eye.
"If I asked, would you keep this secret?" he asked, completely over his shock and simply trying his best to ignore the fact that he was naked. Kiba shrugged, not sure. Either that or he was waiting for a better offer.
"Depends," he said. "If Sakura wants results, I'm gonna have to tell her," he taunted dramatically. "And besides, it's pretty juicy news that the village idiot is screwing the popularity king."
"How much did she pay you?" Sasuke answered almost immediately after realising that just asking Kiba to keep a huge secret he'd been paid to find out wouldn't work.
"Give me double and I'll stay silent," Kiba bargained, understanding right away Sasuke's ploy. That, however, made Sasuke suspicious.
"You sound like you've done this before," he asked, wary of Kiba's certainty in the matter.
Kiba winked, a small smirk on his face. That did not aid Sasuke's confidence. Although, he supposed, he had never heard of any used-to-be-secret relationships in their little area of town, so maybe Kiba knew more than he was letting on. But then again, Sasuke suddenly remembered, Kiba had been one of the people advising Shikamaru on how to propose to Temari. Perhaps he was reliable.
Well, they would find out soon enough.
A/N: Well, you can't say I'm not creative; I'm comparing their love to a thermometer. How cool is that? Yeah… Not so much.
Also, I started listening to screamo as I wrote the yaoi bits and it wasn't at all distracting… In fact, I think it was helpful. How odd. Well, not as weird as my friend listening to "Melt" by Hatsune Miku as inspiration for yaoi… This chapter has a LOT of words. How did that happen?
Now over to the beta reader extraordinaire, Firisu!
BR/N: Dramatic interruption this time, eh? Don't you just love Ciel In A Dress' insane imagination? Really, who needs plot, when you have ridiculously thought-out interruptions for every chapter? Right?