Kiba walked down the obsessively clean, white hallway that the hospital maintained for its post-op patients. TVs could be heard through the light wooden doors. One of them was watching the news, another was also watching the news... news... sports... porn? He held the flowers he bought tight in his sweaty palm. He was nervous, but there were so many things to be nervous about that Kiba couldn't tell which one was making his hands sweat. Was it the fact that he thought he liked Naruto? The fact that he was most likely gay. Or, was it the fact that he was bringing flowers to a guy which, despite sexual orientation, was pretty sissy. He came to room 312 and slowly turned the knob. He could just make out the sounds of a conversation between Naruto and another male, whose voice Kiba didn't recognize.

With the door open and the room in full view, Kiba could tell who the mysterious man was. It was that prick Sasuke. He had the gall to sit in the chair that he had sat in for two nights at Naruto's side, not only that, but the jackass was flirting with Naruto.

"What the hell are you doing here, Uchiha," Kiba shouted angrily as he pointed to the pale boy.

Sasuke and Naruto both looked at him with a confused expression on their faces.

"What the hell are you doing here? Who are you," Sasuke responded.

"I'm the guy who's been sitting next to Naruto for the past two days making sure that he was never alone," Kiba replied angrily. It was at this point that he noticed he was still holding a bouqet of roses in his hand and was pointing at random points in the room with them as he talked.

Naruto and Sasuke continued to look at him with even more confusion on their faces than before. They looked at each other before Naruto spoke. "Um, I'm not sure who you are, but this is my boyfriend Sasuke," he gestured to the pale boy in the chair, in his chair, "and he's the one who's been staying with me. I think you have me confused with someone else."

Kiba stared at him in disbelief, "What are you talking about? I was with you at that Chinese restaurant when you just suddenly collapsed. I waited outside of the OR as the doctors fought for your fucking life. I saw you on a beach and you were asleep and, and, I was just here. Like, just forty-five minutes ago!"

Sasuke stood up with an angry and worried look on his face and approached Kiba. "I think you should leave now," he said as he guided him towards the exit.

"But, but, but I was just here..." Kiba protested before having the door slammed in his face. He could overheard the ensuing conversation.

"Who was that guy," Naruto asked.

"I have no idea. It doesn't matter, he's gone now," Sasuke responded. Then, much to Kiba's dismay, he heard what was probably the couple making out. Kiba curled up into a ball outside of the door, the 

sounds of their kissing escalating. The bed creaked as Sasuke got on it. Tears started to stream down Kiba's face as he wished it away. He muttered incoherently as the sounds of Sasuke fucking Naruto filled his ears. The rythmic creaking sound continued as more tears streamed down Kiba's face. The roses in his hand died in a second and fell to the ground in a gooey heap.

"Naruto, Naruto, Naruto..." Kiba whispered to himself in-between sobs. "Naruto...Naru," he sniffled, "Naruto..." He started shaking violently, his body forcing him to open his eyes, though he wanted to keep them shut and cry. He heard Naruto yell out Sasuke's name before he awoke.

Kiba woke up with a cry. He looked around, it was pitch black. He was wet, he was very wet. He felt his forehead. He was covered in sweat. He looked down at his unclothed legs to see that they were so wet that his normally fuzzy hair was completely flat against his skin. A bead of moisture fell from his nose and landed on his lip. That wasn't sweat, that was a tear. He put a hand to his eye and found that he was sobbing.

"Kiba, Kiba, are you alright," Naruto asked, sitting up in bed next to him, his shoulder on Kiba's. Kiba looked over to see Naruto with a concerned look on his face. It took a moment for Kiba to realize that he had just had a bad, no that wasn't sufficient, a horrible nightmare. He put his hand on Naruto's face to make sure that this was real. He felt his sweaty hand against Naruto's soft, warm, inviting skin. It was real, he silently thanked God before he responded to Naruto's question.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm... uh...," he put his hand to his forehead again, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad dream." Naruto smiled and pecked Kiba on the cheek.

"Well get back to sleep, you have class in a few hours."

"Yeah," Kiba muttered as he turned over and tried desperately to think about something, anything, besides that horrible nightmare...

-Several Days Later-

He had a lot of trouble getting the nightmare he had had a few nights before out of his head. He kept replaying it over and over, despite his mental protests. His brain seemed intent on making him suffer for as long as it possibly could, as if trying to get back at him for not imagining Naruto's sexy naked form as often as it thought he should.

Our brown-haired, dog-loving hero was on his way to the Diner that he and Naruto often frequented. However, today he was going there to apply for a job. Naruto's mom, who usually sent them money every week, had run into an issue. Apparently being a... a... uh... damn, what does she do...? Well, whatever it was, she didn't have enough left over to send to the two. As a consequence, Kiba had to get a job temporarily, and since the Diner was so close to his dorm, and he already knew most of the people there, it seemed like the natural choice.


He entered the small establishment and casually walked over to the 1950's-esque bar and asked to see the manager. A second later, a tall man wearing black pants, a white business shirt, and a tie came out of the kitchen. He walked over to where Kiba was and took a seat on a stool, gesturing for him to do the same.

"How can I help you today," the man asked.

"I was wondering if you had any job openings available."

"Let me think," he closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. "We do need another cook on Tuesday and Thursday nights. Can you cook well?"

"Absolutely," he lied. He couldn't even make cereal. He burnt water, which he didn't even think was possible.

"Great, well I have some papers for you to look through. Please follow me."

Kiba followed him through the kitchen and into what looked like a freezer. When the man opened the door, it became an office which, despite its placement, looked very official. The man went over to his desk and looked through some drawers. Kiba noticed that the placard read "Paul," and the last name had been scratched off. Paul noticed him looking at the placard and explained, "I hate being called by my last name. Whenever someone call me Mr. Edwards, I think that my father's behind me. So, I tell everyone, which now includes you, to call me Paul, just Paul. And, I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name."

Kiba reached across the desk and offered his hand, "It's Kiba. Kiba Inuzuka."

Paul shook his outstretched hand and responded, "nice to meet you, Kiba."

'Is it just me or do-'

'Yes. Yes it is just you.'

'I didn't even say anything.'

'You don't have to, it's always sexual or dirty and I never agree with you.'

'Well, maybe I wasn't going to say something dirty, you ever consider that?'

'Fine, what were you going to say?'



'Thank you, I was going to say that if it doesn't work out with Naruto, there was a hot cook back there...'

'...'

Several minutes, eighteen forms, and one carpal tunnel syndrome later, Kiba had signed along all the dotted lines and officially worked for the KCU (Konoha City University) Diner. "How original. Name the school after the city, and name the restaurant after the school," he thought sarcastically. He was all set up to start working in two days, the current day being Tuesday.

On his way back to the dorm, Kiba found that after four days, he was finally able to get that nasty dream out of his head. Just the concept of working and getting a chance to clear his mind was sufficient to drive all the evil in the world to the back of his mind. Which meant that he now had time to attend to Naruto. He had been neglecting the poor boy's needs. Needs that needed to be addressed as soon as possible. He smiled wickedly...

-At Room 709-

Kiba entered the apartment to find that Naruto was watching something on how to improve your memory or something. "What does that remind me of," he thought. "Maybe I should see if he recorded it, I probably need it more than he does." He plopped down on the couch that Naruto was sitting, well not sitting so much as slowly sliding off, on. Naruto's eyes were glazed over, completely mesmerized by the show. Kiba tossed his jacket to the floor and lightly punched Naruto on the arm.

"What are we watching," he asked.

Naruto sighed an responded in a monotone, "nothing..."

Kiba casually slid over, closer to him, and put his arm around the blonde's shoulder. He moved his hand down Naruto's clothed chest, feeling his pecs through the light material. He gave Kiba a strange look.

"What are you doing?"

He put that wicked grin back on his face and raised his eyebrows several times. Naruto immediately knew what was going on. They simultaneously embraced each other and started kissing. Kiba removed Naruto's jacket for him and tossed it to the ground along with his own. Naruto then proceeded to take off Kiba's shirt. This would be first time they had sex in over six days. Anything more than a day was a dry spell for them.

They got up off the couch and made their way to the bedroom still kissing. They had mastered that within their first semester of coming to college. Naruto slammed the door shut with his foot before falling on top of Kiba onto the mattress. Naruto undid both his and Kiba's pants. Kiba pulled off Naruto's shirt leaving the two in only their boxers. Kiba moved away from Naruto's mouth and began to trace his 

tongue down the boy's neck, taking some time to suck on that one magic spot that made Naruto moan. The blonde jumped off of the bed to get some lube that he hid in his underwear drawer. He took of his own boxers and slowly slid Kiba's down as well. He put a generous amount on Kiba's shaft, and on his own entrance. He positioned himself over Kiba's throbbing member and slowly slid down. They both moaned in pleasure and discomfort.

Kiba grabbed Naruto's waist and squeezed his eyes shut as Naruto began to ride him. Moving his pelvis up and down Kiba's rock hard penis. He grabbed his own shaft and began to pump. Naruto continued to ride Kiba as he enjoyed the moans that he usually made, coming from his lover's mouth. Kiba began to buck back against Naruto's thrusting. Naruto joined him, in moaning, and very rarely did he get to make his macho boyfriend to moan with him.

They both began to breathe heavily, sweat rolled down Naruto's hair and chest. Kiba's palms got sweaty and found it more and more difficult to keep hold of Naruto's waist. It didn't matter for long. The panting got louder as Kiba yelled, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too," Naruto panted as he gave one last surge of energy to thrust his ass down onto Kiba's member. Kiba came inside of Naruto just as the blonde came on Kiba's stomach. Naruto got off and fell down on the bed next to his lover. They lied together, both panting and gasping for breath as sweat continued to roll off of their bodies and onto the bedspread.

They put their underwear back on and got under the covers. Kiba embraced Naruto and let him fall asleep in his arms. Kiba too began to nod off. It reminded him of their first time together. He fell asleep with a smile on his face...