A/N: Reader beware- -Ino and Kiba take another step forward in their physical relationship. I just want to reinforce the rating as M. For those of you embarrassed by descriptive sexual writing, my suggestion is to cover your eyes until it's over. For the rest of you...try not to smile too hard. Enjoy! =)
XIV: A Plan of Action
In the second it took Shino to close the door, all Kiba's scared worry drowned under the crush of relief.
Images flickered through his mind, one after another, as he stared at the hooded figure. He fought against the ravenous instinct to tear off those clothes and run his hands over her ample curves, to kiss her mouth and throat, to wrap her hair around his hand and have her gasp and moan and under him.
"With these seals in place, we will be able to speak freely," Shino said, resealing the door with a burst of bright chakra. "We have much to discuss that others would be interested in hearing."
Licking dry lips, Kiba knew he should have faith with Shino's abilities; he knew he should have faith in the seal, but he felt distinctly anxious- -doing something forbidden gave him a gush of conscience he was hard pressed to ignore. He was blatantly disobeying Mrs. Bitch's commandments mentally and physically; her wrath, if she found out, would cost him.
But doing something forbidden gave him an adrenaline rush.
"The seal'll hold. And if not, Shino's insects are all over," Ino said, seemingly reading his mind. "Our conversations will go unheard. You can relax."
He continued to stare at her, wiping clammy hands on his pants. How'd she do that? And what she said had made him feel better about being there, too.
Then his damn logic kicked in. "How come…when did you…?"
"Kiba, we're sorry to keep you in the dark," Hinata answered, nervously brushing her bangs. "But it was too risky to say anything to you. We had to trick you."
So all that conversation before about Ino being in the hospital and the cousin who wanted to meet them all was a diversionary tactic. He understood that.
Kiba glanced at Ino. "But how did you…?"
She snorted. "Hello? We have friends at the hospital. We were able to pull a switch. Someone else is in the hospital posing as me. Then we arranged for me to stay with Shino's family until our infestation is taken care of."
"Who all is involved?" There, a full question. "How did you pull this off?"
"Sorry, but the less you know, the better," Ino replied.
Kiba remained frozen in place, shock swirling with relief, as he felt kind of…weird about this. And put-out. Like everyone had been in on a joke except him.
"Let's get started," Shino said.
Still catching up to how he felt, Kiba watched as Hinata sat on the edge of Ino's bed, which was very near the end of the couch. Shino pulled up a rocking chair, and when Kiba didn't move from his spot at the door, Ino patted the couch cushion next to her.
"Come here," she said coyly. "I promise I won't bite."
That was just it. Kiba wanted her to bite him. He swallowed as he sat on the end furthest from Ino. That way he wouldn't be too tempted to reach out and touch her knee or thigh.
And he needed to touch her- -worse, her scent tantalized him, so familiar and clean and close. Kiba thought of sticking his nose in the crook of her neck and inhaling her. Licking the white column under her hair. Keeping from her had tortured him; being around her tortured him. Shit…he was losing it.
A creaking brought his attention to Shino, who used a foot to rock the chair. Slow back…slow forward. Back…forth. Back…forth, a creak each time he rocked forward- -the epitome of collectedness, Shino's even rhythm steadied Kiba. The rising sexual predator inside him withered down. Later. Right now, his friends would help him- -he wasn't alone. He could trust them.
Finally, Shino spoke to Kiba. "Ino has already revealed her side of the events, so it's your turn, Kiba. Please brief us on what happened at the Nakamura manor, after you escaped."
Kiba cleared his throat, and after organizing his thoughts, told them the whole tale of destroying the envelope containing blackmail on Ino; returning to rescue Akamaru and Ino; and the confrontation in Mrs. Nakamura's office. No one interrupted him, and when he was through, an uncomfortable silence trailed his last words.
"I assume," Shino said, a few moments later, "that you've been training to defeat Roach?"
Kiba nodded. "I saw those bugs, like, disintegrate those guys! I figure if I can smell 'em and hear 'em, I can be on the defensive at least."
"But how could those roaches eat the bones, too?" Ino asked. "Human bones are jammed-packed with hard minerals that aren't easily broken down."
Shino rocked as he answered. "There are insects that live in harsh, unforgiving regions that have special saliva to break down seemingly inedible materials. The cockroaches would secrete highly acidic chemicals if they were from such a region. In addition, like the destruction insects, these cockroaches work together to destroy their enemies."
A palpable silence.
"How'd he get into Konoha?" Hinata asked. "Did he sneak through?"
"We cannot be sure. Perhaps someone let him in. Perhaps someone told him the secrets of our defense shield," replied Shino. "Do not forget that Mrs. Nakamura could be under surveillance that we know nothing about."
Kiba rubbed the back of his neck, unsettled. "So what's next? What do we do?"
"Seduce Yukari." All eyes shifted to Ino. She shrugged. "You were her target, now she becomes yours. You get information out of her that she doesn't even know she knows. You'll be our mole, leaking secrets you observe from the inside."
Yeah, he had surmised that himself; however, the contradiction of the suggestion wrought guilty havoc on him. Yukari was a civilian, even though she'd enticed him into a messy, complicated trap. Civilians and children were to be protected- -that much had been drilled into him from the first days in Academy. He couldn't reverse the ingrained learning, and then, he had to contend with his feeling for what Yukari had done to him in the first place.
"Ino," Shino said quietly, "our priority is Kiba's survival while we implement the proper procedures to investigate and arrest Mrs. Nakamura."
The temperature in the attic dropped to chilling in the long pause before Ino responded. "What?"
The rocking chair creaked to a stop as Shino and Ino stared at each other, but after a minute, Shino resumed rocking, folding his hands into his coat sleeves.
"Your personal revenge might get in the way of another operation," he said, tone steady. "Kiba would be caught in the middle and possibly killed."
"We don't know that anything is being done about her. We can't just," her hand waved around, "let her get away with this! Kiba does not want to marry Yukari!"
"Ino." Kiba had noticed Hinata's discomfort with the argument and cut in. "Shino is right."
She rounded on him, and he smelled her upset. "So what's your great idea? Are you gonna get in a death match with a nin in the Bingo book? Do you want to get killed?"
"Ino, calm yourself," Shino said.
But Ino wouldn't have it. She stood and continued her tirade. "And even if you kill Roach, then what? Mrs. Nakamura would probably accuse you of something even worse! Then before you know it, you're picking out china patterns! Is that what you want, hunh?"
Her anger spread to him, adding to the stress and anxiety he already felt and caved in his calm. Kiba shot off the couch to get in her face, a growl in throat.
"We don't know if she's bein' investigated. What do you want me to do? Get in the way of a sting? Mess somethin' up that could get 'er caught?"
"Don't stand here and tell me you're gonna let her jerk you around!" Her hand slammed into the middle of his chest, pushing him back a step. "That's not you!"
He snarled at her, but the scent of salt confused him. Was Ino…crying? The snarl fading, he studied her and thought about what she said- -That's not you.
Wait a second. 'That's not you' implied that she wanted him to fight, to use action and cunning instead of doing nothing. Ino knew about doing nothing; he remembered she'd done nothing as Shikamaru planned for Team 10's attack on those Akatsuki fuckers who'd killed Asuma.
The anger washed out of him. He rested his hands on her narrow shoulders and lowered his voice. "I know it doesn't feel right to let Mrs. Bitch have her way. But Shino's right. We need to know if she's bein' investigated." Kiba looked at Shino. "Who could we talk to for that kind of information?"
Shino answered simply. "Our parents."
"Unbelieveable!" Ino continued loudly, knocking Kiba's hands off her shoulders and moving to stand in front of Shino. "Use your damn head!"
"Ino…" Kiba warned, but she was unstoppable.
"Nakamura's gonna think something's up if Kiba does nothing! She knows shinobi…why else would she threaten Kiba's friends and family? She expects him to do something like seduce Yukari. If he doesn't, she's gonna know something's up! Then…mission failed."
When Shino's rocking stopped, a satisfied "Hmph" left Ino's throat before she stepped around to face Kiba.
"See," she said, voice under control, "we can still find out if Nakamura's under surveillance. But if you don't distract her with your interactions with Yukari, she'll think to find out what's going on."
Smugly, Ino sat on her end of the couch, and the way she crossed her legs revealed a pale skin-strip at her thigh. The lust came back with a potent kick in his gut; his blood pressure went up a few points. Kiba glanced at Shino, who'd yet to say anything, and stepped to the couch to sit and to inhale-exhale as discreetly as he could.
"I concede your point," Shino said at last, and began rocking again. "Kiba poses a distraction in front, while we sneak up behind."
"What are you going to do, Ino?" Hinata asked. "Are you staying here?"
Kiba heard the smile in Ino's voice. "Oh, no. I can't suddenly disappear. Besides, Roach'll be watching Kiba, not me. I'm safe as long as Kiba does his job, which, if he trains properly, will be a piece of cake."
Kiba felt dizzy as a buzz hummed through his veins. He knew exactly what 'training' meant. Ino wanted to get her hands on him. He needed his teammates to leave…now.
"Training," Shino repeated. "Really."
"Boys can seduce just as well as girls. But since Kiba is new in the game, I wanna help him refine his skills. Then you can help him train for Roach."
"I see. We'll leave you two to talk, then, and cover you from the outside. Hinata?"
"Ah, yes," Hianta said, rising from the bed. "Best of luck, Kiba."
"I'll, uh, do my best," he stammered. Would they leave already? "We'll come down in a little while."
"Very well. See you then," Shino replied, breaking the seal to the door. He stepped aside. "After you, Hinata."
Hinanta smiled and waved goodbye. "We'll see you soon."
She stepped out of the door. Shino followed and closed it gently. Kiba waited. Ino said nothing- -she was waiting, too. A flare of chakra, and the door and room were sealed.
As soon as the chakra-light faded, Kiba snapped out an arm and dragged Ino over the couch closer to him, pushing back the hood. Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders as he unzipped the coat. He shucked it off her and tossed it aside, doing the same to the sunglasses.
The first thing he did was bury his nose in her hair. Her scent dazed him, but at the same time made him feel alive and a little desperate. Damn, being with her was like breathing again.
"That thing is so hot," she said. "I couldn't wait to get it off."
He put his mouth on her neck. "I couldn't wait to get to you."
His teeth grazed the silky skin; her head angled to give him better access. She groaned, running her fingers through his hair. His hitai-ate fell, unnoticed. One of his hands rubbed at the bare skin of her back, bringing her closer. Closer…she wasn't close enough. She must've felt the same way. Ino planted her hands on his chest and pushed him back.
He let her have her way, and when she straddled him, he grabbed her hips and ground her against his lap. The sudden pleasurable pressure startled him; he'd known how turned on he was, but didn't expect his body to respond so urgently. She made a surprised noise, so Kiba did it one more time before Ino wrapped her arms around his head and smothered him with a kiss. He wouldn't resist drowning in the heat bubbling from his groin and chest.
Her teeth, lips, tongue didn't stop until she leaned back to wrestle his jacket off him, and before he realized it, she whipped his shirt over his head. Good. He was too hot. She must be too, he reasoned, and with a smirk, lifted his hand to her top. She'd worn the zipper one; like before, her breasts came free with a simple movement.
She leaned back- -sharp pressure on his groin- -and invited him. Kiba could always picture her bare chest, but having her breasts in front of him, round and sizeable, kept those male hormones on their toes. His hands kneaded them, brushing the sides and rolling the hard nipples between fingers, causing her to gasp. And when he flicked a tongue over one, she cried out, and her smell went insanely aroused.
The terrifying ache for her jumped up, and he was thinking of pushing her down to the couch so he could get on top of her, when she bent forward.
The whisper in his ear sent shockwaves through him. "I wanna try something with you."
"Okay," he breathed.
But Ino was undoing his pants. She nibbled at his ear, sending sparks to his balls, then at his neck. Her hands were toying with the waistband of his pants, and tugging at them, loosening them.
He caught the smirk when she pushed herself, somehow dropping to her knees between his. Her fingers were hooked into his underwear and she tugged harder, but they were down as far as they could go. She shot him a look with her heavy-lidded eyes, fringed with beautiful lashes, and it was enough to rile him.
She swirled her tongue on the skin under his navel. "Lift up."
He did with his hips and when she tugged again, his whole boner popped out like some sort of pornographic wave. Her confident eyes never left his as she lowered her head and used her tongue to lap a hot, wet stripe from base to head.
Oh. Holy. God.
She licked him a second time, slowly, curling her tongue around, rolling over the ridge and tip. He forgot to breathe and jerked when she took him into her mouth, sliding further down, relaxing her throat and mouth, until all that he felt was a heated cave.
"Hm," she groaned, the vibrations in her throat teasing him.
She pulled back, skillfully sucking, drawing a desperate groan out of him as he threw his head back and dug his fingers into the couch. Goddamn, he was gonna lose it. Air cooled him- -Ino blew across the tip of his dick. Then she lapped at him; he twitched and gasped when the cool/hot contrast proved to be too much stimulation.
His voice had gone husky. "Ah, Ino, I'm not…gonna last."
"I don't care."
Having said that, Ino used her mouth and throat again, and he felt her sucking him like a human straw. But instead of releasing him, she rocked her head forward and plunged him deeper into her throat. He couldn't even think- -the raw sensation had his hips lifting, had him growling and whimpering at the same time.
This time she let him out of her mouth, and he panted, thankful for the break from sheer pleasure she'd been giving him. When she did that, he couldn't fucking breathe. Sweat had broken out all over him. He still wasn't cooling fast enough.
"Give me your hand," she said. "I want you to help."
He didn't think he could move, but his hand went to hers of its own accord. She shifted some, sitting up straighter. Her smile as she pressed his hand to her nape told him everything he needed to know.
Without hesitating, Ino ducked her head and thrust him in burning wetness to his balls. Hot. Fucking hot. Languidly, she drew back, her lips tight around him, tongue skimming sensitive nerves. He put some pressure on her neck, her head bobbed down, drew back. Getting her into a pleasing rhythm was easy, but dangerous.
Now the climax was coming, winding him up, moving his hips without thought, bobbing Ino's head down faster, faster…
His balls and shaft flashed with unadulterated pleasure as he exploded, all tense pressure at last emptied; he jerked a couple times, finishing, as Ino pulled away. He sighed, relaxing from the throes of orgasm. Ino stood, wiping her mouth, breasts swaying.
"I'll be right back," she said, and crossed the floor to the bathroom.
Kiba stared after her, but she closed the door. A fringe of sweat had accumulated on his forehead and in the small of his back. Ino had sucked him off. It had happened, but he couldn't quite believe it.
And surprisingly, he felt sleepy…out of energy. Running water in the bathroom. Was she okay? She had swallowed his load…hadn't choked, even. He pulled up his pants and underwear and fastened them. Should he put on his shirt? He stared at it, crumpled on the floor, just out of reach. Nah, too much effort to bend over and get it.
His eyelids drooped. Hm. Had that been Ino's first blowjob? If it was- -good God, he was keeping her around forever. But if not- -who would she have practiced on? Did he care?
He heard the door open, but he couldn't look. His eyelids weighed a ton. The couch was so comfy.
"Are you sleeping?" Ino asked. "If you are, put on your shirt first."
"Hn."
He listened to Ino moving around; the shuffle of clothing. Then, "Here, put your arms up."
Reluctantly, Kiba raised his arms. She pulled the shirt over him, helping to put his head in the proper hole and leaning him forward to get it down all the way.
"Seriously, you're being a baby," she chided.
He knew she liked it. "Hn."
More of her moving around before she settled on the other side of the couch. His eyes popped open by themselves; her lap was open. Score. Unhurriedly, Kiba shifted each of his body parts. Inched toward her. Ino watched with an amused look. A little further. Then he dove face-first into her lap, right where her scent accrued- -smelled good, comforting. Much better.
She laughed as she petted him. "Looks like I sucked the energy right out of you."
"Hm-hm. All that practice," he was slurring tiredly, "on Shika…maru and Chouji…paid off."
"Actually, that was my first time."
He flicked his eyes open and looked up at her. "How?"
Over her bruised lips, Ino's eyes were distant. Her fingers carded through his hair, stroking and sometimes tracing his ear or jaw. He stopped her hand gently with his and squeezed.
"What's wrong?" he asked. His worry for her fought the sleep. "What happened?"
"It's…another secret. Not even…not even Shikamaru or Chouji know about it."
Kiba reached up his hand to caress the side of her face. She looked so sad, so unhappy, scared.
"Ino…you don't have to-"
"I had to possess a prostitute for a mission," she blurted, interrupting him, "and I got curious, so I scanned through some of her memories. And now," she lifted a hand to shield her glassy eyes, "I basically have a degree in sexology."
Was he hearing correctly? So that's why she seemed so confident with kissing and making out and sex. But, "Sex…ology?"
"Do you…think I'm a whore?"
Her question had him glaring at her. "Yer not a whore. Yer a dream come true."
Did that sound as corny as he thought it did? But there was the beaming smile he wanted to see, warming Ino's face. He hoped that meant she would stop obsessing over the 'secret'. She leaned over and rubbed her nose on his, her hair draping over her shoulders to tickle him- -hmm, her shampoo smelled nice.
"You're wonderful," she whispered. She kissed him, a loving peck on the mouth, and straightened. "Take your nap. You deserve it."
"Ino…"
"Shut up and sleep," she told him.
Her hand covered his eyes, and it was like flipping a switch inside him. His eyelids shut, and he felt her hand ruffling his hair, and he was fading so fast and then…
A/N: See you next chapter, By Accident!
