I'm very very sorry for not updating for a long time now but I had several deaths in the family and I just wasn't quite right with writing. But I'm feeling much more inspired now! So on with the writing! :D Oh, and this chapter will be M rated so just to warn you. If you wanna skip that part than you can skip to the second part of this chapter. Nothing really plot worthy happens during the smut so you can skip it without missing much.
Oh, and please remember I do not have a beta so all of this is edited by me, so please forgive any grammatical mistakes.
And no Naruto doesn't belong to me.
Enjoy! :D
Chapter 8: Scream Louder For Me
Kiba woke a little early that morning, feeling sore and just the slightest bit irritated. With a weary sigh he propped himself up on his elbow, rubbing at his eyes with the other. His eyes felt gritty and tired, a side effect of blood loss he knew. He'd woken up enough times after missions to know the feeling inside out and he always hated it.
Turning his head he completely forgot his mood when he caught sight of Itachi. The older man was laying on his back beside Kiba, only inches away, his face relaxed and the most peaceful Kiba had ever seen it before. With a tender smile Kiba leaned over the Uchiha, careful not to wake him, his brown eyes intent as they tracked over Itachi's face. In sleep Itachi's stress lines were eased, giving his face a youthful look Kiba knew wasn't accurate. Itachi really was beautiful, Kiba thought, affection and just a little awe filling his chest.
With a little smile, mood completely reversed, Kiba pulled the blankets from his legs, tucking them carefully closer to Itachi before rising to his feet. Akamaru lifted his large head from his paws, brown eyes looking up at his master. Seeing the demand for more sleep in his companions eyes Kiba grinned and motioned Akamaru to stay. The dog smiled sharply before flopping back over with a little sigh. Amused by his dog's laziness Kiba shook his head and with one last glance at Itachi strolled into the bathroom.
As he stripped Kiba's thoughts turned a little grim, traveling well worn paths. He thought of his mother and wondered if he should have told her what really happened four years ago. Would he have been better off with her support? Kiba didn't think so. If there was one thing his mother was it was callous. She would have expected him to recover immediately, because he was an Inuzuka Alpha and that was what was expected of him. As much as she loved Kiba and Hana, it was the love of an animal more than it was the love of a mother. It was a flaw in the Inuzuka mentality that Kiba was fully aware of. With a little sigh he turned on the shower and stepped under the still chilly water, being careful of his new wound.
Of course tonight he would cut all his ties to the Inuzuka clan completely. He would brand himself an outcast for everyone in the village to see. As the water warmed he touched a hand to his cheek, feeling the silky smooth texture of his Inuzuka markings.
A slight whisper of noise brought his head jerking up and he met Itachi's eyes as the Uchiha watched him from the doorway. Heat shivered through him as he watched those black eyes leisurely look him over, his cock coming to attention with a swiftness that made his breath come out in a gasp. He liked that Itachi obviously liked what he saw and Kiba knew that despite his scars he had a great body. He'd always been proud of the muscle he'd earned as a shinobi and to have Itachi obviously agree made his temperature soar and desire swirl stronger in his stomach and straight to his groin.
"Are you just going to look or am I going to have to deal with this on my own?" Kiba asked breathlessly as Itachi's eyes dropped to his hard cock. He knew his brown eyes were challenging. He very much wanted Itachi to touch him.
"Hmm, perhaps you could …...entice me into helping you." Itachi murmured, already beginning to strip off his clothes, revealing his lean body. He was more slender than Kiba but by no means weaker.
Even as Kiba watched his soon to be lover strip with avid eyes one calloused hand slipped down his chest. He'd always been a sucker for touch, any kind of touch, even his own, a part of his pack instincts. He paused to pinch a nipple, the bite of pain making him moan softly as his cock hardened even further. Ever since his torture he couldn't help but like a touch of pain mixed with the pleasure. Dragging his hand down he lightly played with the hair at the base of his cock, waiting until Itachi's black eyes were focused on his hand before moving down any farther. When he fisted himself he groaned, head falling back as he slowly began to pump, squeezing lightly.
"Is...this enticing...enough for you?" Kiba panted. It had been a long time since he'd even jacked off and the feeling was almost new all over again. He hated doing this alone and with his problems it was hard to find the right partner so he'd pretty much resigned himself to any kind of satisfaction being little and far between. His brown eyes fluttered as Itachi stepped into the spray with him.
"I believe I'm quite jealous." Itachi told him, turning him and pressing him against the shower wall all in one motion. His black eyes were hot as he pushed away Kiba's hand and replaced it with his own. Kiba whimpered when Itachi squeezed almost painfully tight, his hand twisting just slightly. Itachi leaned close, pressing Kiba tight against the wall, whispering hotly in his ear. "I don't want anything touching this but me. Do you understand?"
Kiba whimpered as Itachi emphasized his point with a slight squeeze and glide, making pleasure spike hotly through the brunette's body. His knees felt weak and he gripped Itachi's shoulders with shaky hands. Even in the state he was in Kiba managed a nod and a garbled sentence. "Yeah...Plea-please! Ita-tachi!" His brown eyes were pleading as he submitted to the Uchiha's demand readily.
"Good." Itachi growled, his voice uncharacteristically rough. He tugged one of Kiba's knees over his hip, pressing the brunette even closer to the wall. All the while his black eyes watched his pale fingers work over Kiba's shaft. Kiba was even tanned there making Itachi's fingers look sharp in contrast. He wondered somewhere in the back of his mind if Kiba sunbathed naked.
"Oh, God! Itachi please!" Kiba begged, trying not to trust into Itachi's amazingly skilled fingers. His voice broke off into a whimper as those slender fingers slid around the thick head, pressing into his slit lightly. It had been such a long time since anyone touched him that he felt nearly overwhelmed by the sensations.
"Would you like to cum, Kiba?" Itachi whispered calmly, ruthlessly controlling himself, as he pressed closer to Kiba, resting his forehead against the brunette's. He pressed a light kiss to Kiba's lips as he met the other shinobi's eyes, his fingers still squeezing around Kiba's cock.
"Please! Itachi." Kiba whimpered against his lips, feeling desperate and hot. His fingers dug into Itachi's back, no doubt leaving bruises as he felt the pressure begin to build.
"Please what, Kiba?" Itachi asked ruthlessly, pressing closer, his dark eyes focused possessively on the younger man's face. His fingers tightened around the base of Kiba's aching cock, staving off the Kiba's release.
Kiba whined loudly, face twisted with pleasure as he tried to arch up into Itachi's hand, wanting release more than he'd wanting anything in a long time. He could feel Itachi's hot erection pressing against his thigh and tried to rub against it in plea. Itachi's ruthless hold prevented him from moving and he whined again as a feral smile curled Itachi's lips.
"Say it, Kiba, and I'll give you anything you want." Itachi assured his soon to be lover, teeth coming forward to scrape lightly over Kiba's frantically beating heart as he firmly held Kiba in position.
"Itachi please let me cum, please, please, pl-" Kiba's garbled plea was cut of as Itachi loosened his grip around Kiba's cock and gave Kiba a firm almost painful stroke throwing the shinobi straight into a mind blowing release. Kiba threw his head back with a startled cry, not even feeling his head hit the tiled shower wall, all thoughts completely wiped away as his vision nearly exploded. Itachi raised his hand to his mouth and delicately licked one coated finger, tasting Kiba with satisfaction and he watched his Kiba.
With a pleased hum Itachi ran his hand down Kiba's heaving sides, his heated erection still pressing into Kiba's thigh as he waited for the other shinobi to calm down. He released Kiba's thigh, letting the muscled limb slip from his hip to the tiled floor. His dark eyes stayed focused on the panting boy's face, his sharingan flashing as he put the beautiful expression to memory.
When Kiba finally opened his eyes again he shivered at the fierce expression on Itachi's face. Leaning forward he pressed a satisfied kiss against the Uchiha's lips, feeling Itachi's cock slide across his stomach. Itachi took his mouth roughly, hands coming up to grip the brunette's neck quite tightly as his tongue tangled with Kiba's.
Breathless for more than one reason Kiba pulled away, meeting Itachi's eyes with an impish expression. "Let me take care of you?" He asked, sliding a hand down Itachi's slim waist, claws only lightly scraping the skin.
"Use your mouth." Itachi ordered gruffly, releasing Kiba's neck to brace one hand against the wall and use the other to push him to the floor. He felt the overwhelming urge to simply fuck the younger boy senseless against the shower wall but managed to control the urge. He wanted Kiba but not like this, not the first time.
Kiba readily obeyed, falling to his knees at Itachi's feet, his mocha eyes already focused solely on his prize. Itachi's cock was just as pretty as the rest of him, flushed pink and waiting for Kiba's attention. Settling his hands on Itachi's thighs Kiba leaned forward, swiping his tongue over the head with an aroused moan. He could feel himself harden again as Itachi's scent and taste hit him. Bringing one hand up he circled the thick length, taking the very tip into his mouth.
Leaning forward Itachi gritted his teeth on a moan as he watched Kiba take in his cock with glittering eyes. The boy's mouth was hot and tight around him, feeling absolutely amazing as he worked his mouth and hand over Itachi's length. Then with absolutely no warning he pressed close, nearly taking Itachi's entire cock into his mouth in one go.
"Oh, god, that's it, baby, just like that." Itachi murmured in encouragement, one hand tangled in Kiba's hair.
Kiba hummed around him, making Itachi gasp as the vibration surged right through him. The brunette pressed closer, feeling nearly powerful as he worked at pleasing the older male. He'd never actually enjoyed giving head before but tasting Itachi and knowing he was giving him pleasure made him harder than even Itachi touching him had.
Soon Itachi was using his hand to steer Kiba's mouth, pressing his length deeply into his mouth with hard jerks that made the younger boy's scalp prickle sharply. He could feel the tip of Itachi's cock press against the back of his throat with every thrust, his eyes stinging just a little, but he ignored the uncomfortable feeling, loving the way Itachi panted and moaned quietly. Keeping his hands busy he used one to roll Itachi's balls between his fingers and the other to stroke his own cock, feeling close to release already.
With no warning Itachi exploded into Kiba's mouth, his taste bitter yet sweet at the same time. "Swallow it." Itachi ordered, using both hands now to keep the boy's mouth pressed to him. His black eyes watched possessively as Kiba swallowed around him, a stream of white already dripping from the boy's pink and abused mouth.
The taste of Itachi sent Kiba over the edge again and he cried out as Itachi slipped from his mouth, his own cum disappearing in the still spraying shower water. Panting heavily he leaned against Itachi's thigh, raising his mocha eyes to look up into the Uchiha's satisfied face.
"Such a good boy, Kiba." Itachi murmured, meeting the boy's eyes with a rare affectionate smile on his face. Kiba beamed sleepily up at his soon to be lover, absently thanking god that the Uchiha household seemed to have an endless supply of hot water.
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Kiba waited until Itachi was asleep before he left. He knew the older man would know he was gone, he was a shinobi after all, but he really didn't feel like explaining to Itachi. He didn't give a shit about having feelings for the Uchiha right now, he wanted to do this alone, needed to do this alone and he knew Itachi would want to go with him. Although he hadn't known Itachi for long he knew Itachi was protective and Kiba really didn't want the Uchiha's protection right now.
His face set in a fierce frown Kiba slipped over the edge of the balcony, his thoughts spinning grimly. Tonight would be the last step to being cast from his clan for the rest of his life. There would be no going back, there would be no pleading for mercy, this was going to be permanent forever. Not even his mother, the clan leader, would be able to change Kiba's fate after tonight.
The dark streets of Konoha passed quickly as he jumped from roof to roof, his thoughts consumed with what he would become. An outcast in the Inuzuka clan was almost completely unheard of, Kiba would be the first in over two hundred years. As shameful as it was to his inner animal, the animal that had had undying loyalty to the pack, mentally he knew that he really hadn't had much of a choice. It was either reveal his secret to his mother and become a clan leper or force his mothers hand. In all honesty he would much rather me thrown completely from the clan than have the clan think less of him.
It wasn't long before he reached his destination, an ornate but small cottage on the outer edges of the Inuzuka compound. The cottage wasn't within the actual clan walls, instead placed just outside for occasions just like this one. Outcasts weren't aloud inside of the compound after all. Only members of the clan. So the building had been placed outside the walls, for people just like Kiba. Trash to the clan, shinobi of unworthy status. The thought stung but Kiba embraced the thought as he made his way towards the cottage.
After all that was what he was now, trash to the Inuzuka clan. His name would be stuck from the clan records. No Inuzuka was ever permitted to speak to him or of him for as long as they lived. His failures or successes would be his own, no longer shared with the clan. All monetary gain earned before his banishment was to be kept by the clan and he was thrown out of the compound with nothing but what was beyond the clan walls. His name would be stripped from him forever, he would have no surname to put to the memorial stone when he died. He would be only an unseen speck in clan history, unnamed and spoken of in only disgust once he died.
Kiba only paused for a moment outside the door before he knocked, not letting himself hesitate. If he hesitated he wouldn't go through with the ceremony. Although not necessary the ceremony was something Kiba felt he had to do.
His heart was beating heavily in his ears when a tall man opened the door. Kiba looked up at the Inuzuka, seeing the grim knowledge in the old man's eyes as they stared at one another. Kiba knew that seeing him was hurting Kenji as much as it was hurting Kiba. The old man had been the closest thing Kiba had ever had to a father, in fact Kenji had been the first person to ever teach Kiba how to throw a Kunai. Kiba knew Kenji thought of Kiba as a son just as much as Kiba looked up to him as a father. Tonight would be painful to the both of them, a final goodbye to their once close relationship.
Kenji silently motioned Kiba inside and he could almost feel his heart cracking as he obeyed. The old man would be unable to speak to him, after all it was forbidden to speak to an outcast. Their last night together would be spent in complete silence and pain.
He followed the old shinobi down the hall, refusing to look left or right as he passed through the house. He'd spent hours here when he was younger, Kenji having the responsibility of watching Kiba while his mother was off on a mission. Kenji had taught him so much while he was here, so much about being a shinobi and being an Inuzuka. None of that really mattered anymore, not after tonight.
They entered a back room soon enough, a room Kiba was more than familiar with. He'd spent hours in this room, being marked as an Alpha Inuzuka. Every major accomplishment in his shinobi life had been celebrated in this room. His mocha eyes were wet with tears as they landed on the long flat table in the center of the room. All the hours on that table were completely useless now.
The old Inuzuka motioned Kiba to the table, watching Kiba with eyes just as wet as his own as Kiba climbed up on the table. Staring up at the ceiling Kiba let his tears fall down over his temples, feeling his heart still beating fiercely. Despair and something very close to terror was gripping his body, making him shake slightly, fighting to stay still as he listened to Kenji gather his equipment.
He didn't look at the bowl Kenji placed by Kiba's elbow, knowing exactly what would be inside that little bowl. He didn't look over as the sounds of Kenji settling into the chair beside the table, knowing exactly what the tools Kenji gripped in his hands looked like. Staring fixedly at the wooden ceiling Kiba struggling to hold back the sobs buried deep in his chest, trying to keep his expression as calm as he could.
Then Kenji was leaning over him, the man's black eyes staring down into his own. Kiba met the man's eyes, seeing the same despair in his eyes as he knew must be in his own. Tears slowing fell from Kenji's misty eyes, falling down his cheeks to land against Kiba's bare chest. Dripping over the fierce red of his Alpha markings.
With an almost sob like breath Kenji bent to press a soft kiss onto Kiba's forehead, just like he used to do when Kiba was a boy. "I'm so sorry, my son." Kenji whispered against his skin, making more tears leak from Kiba's eyes as they slipped closed in despair. He just wanted it all to be over.