A/N: Merry Christmas to all celebrating! Hope you're having a wonderful day!

Chapter 23

Sakura

As they walked through the romantic pathway, Yōichi leaned in to kiss her. His breath made her nauseous and the way he was clinging to her did nothing to arouse her. He appeared desperate and was progressing too fast.

Perhaps the cool night air was clearing her head, maybe it was this boy's overconfidence, or maybe she just changed her mind at one point, but she did not want to sleep with him any more, at least not at the moment. Perhaps just some light fun for now would do.

She batted his hand away as it reached up to cup her breast.

"Aw come on sugar," he said and Sakura held her breath as he leaned in and this time, he stuck his tongue inside her mouth. She sighed, trying to roll her tongue along with his but once more pushed him back when the kiss continued doing nothing for her and he became bold enough to slide a hand down to her crotch, one hand making its way behind and squeezing her butt cheek.

"Yōichi, NO," she reprimanded. "You're going too fast."

It was indeed the liquor which had given him bravery to come on to Sakura of all people. It had been titillating but he ruined it by going too far too fast, and she definitely wouldn't have minded if he didn't reek of alcohol, which made her want to barf at the moment. By then, they had reached a circle-shaped clearing, with benches on the sides and Hashirama Senju's towering statue in the middle.

"Come on sugar, be some fun. Don't be so useless," he slurred.

Her eyes narrowed at the word. She didn't want to overexert herself, but she figured she could teach him a lesson without needing to fuel up her chakra. He was a chūnin and could easily hold back, but he was drunk. She cracked her knuckles as he started to get too friendly and even that went unnoticed by him.

"Be good fo' something," he said as he pushed her against the big monument with his body, grabbing her arms and placing them above over their heads. Her anger just continued to flare.

"I said, don't touch me," she said, her tone signifying sudden death.

She balled her fingers into a punch above their heads, but suddenly, she felt like she couldn't move her arms and they weighed a ton. She looked up at him in surprise and he grinned wickedly. Did he dare pin her with chakra?

"You like role-playin'? Ya naughty," he mumbled, nuzzling her neck and trailing small kisses up to her ear. "We can do naughty."

Her shock was the only factor which had saved this boy till then. Before she could react, however, she heard hard, rushing footsteps and rough hands grabbed the scruff of Yōichi's collar and whirled him around. He stumbled as he tried to regain his footing. There stood Kiba in the moonlight, with his fangs bared and snarls erupting from his throat, and his anger had fueled him enough that his hair was on edge and she could see his claws starting to erupt from his fingers. The sudden arousal hit Sakura like a ton of bricks.

"The lady said NO, you motherfucker!" he snarled.

Yōichi was perhaps too drunk to see or feel the immediate threat. She twisted her own forearms and felt blood rushing back. That's when she noticed Tamaki standing a bit further away, too shocked and scared to process the sudden change of events.

"None of yer fuckin' bizness, mutt! Ya lost yer chance!" he slurred.

Kiba's pupils dilated, revealing the whites of his eyes, and Sakura knew that his beast mode had started to take over and he would soon become lost to reason. He growled louder as he pulled back his arm readying a punch, but Tamaki seemingly broke out of her trance and reached over and held it, and he steadied himself, panting, taking large gulps of air.

This wasn't good. Kiba was exuding his Alpha dominance, and she felt a wave of desire and awe wash over her. She found herself responding primally as well. Her jaw tightened. Looking at Tamaki, she wondered if she felt the same way, but she was reacting like she felt his Killer Intent an entirely different way. She had cold sweat and was frozen in fear.

"I can take care of myself," Sakura crossed her arms. She stood rigid, but her knees were weak. She did not like Tamaki's hand on Kiba's arm, especially when she herself was being forced to feel the pull towards him at the moment. She hated not being in control of her own feelings. "Please leave, Kiba."

"Tha's right," Yōichi smirked, stumbling as he tried to keep a steady footing. "Listen to the missy, mongrel. Why don ya fuck off while I stay here an' finish wha' you couldn'?"

It happened very fast. Kiba pushed Tamaki back with the arm she held and pounced at Yōichi, punching him so hard the sound she heard was probably his jaw cracking as he went flying away and landed near the bushes with a loud thud, groaning pitifully. He pulled his head back up to feel his jaw but ended up retching.

Her eyes snapped back to find Kiba still growling like a beast, pupils still dilated and lips pulled back as his fangs had increased in size, curled fingers lightly touching the ground as he took pose ready to pounce once more if the idiot dared to stand up again.

She felt a wet nose on her own fingers and looked to see Akamaru checking up on her and perhaps that was the only thing which quelled her anger to stay in control, and also the fact that Kiba's beast mode had ruffled his hair and it fell on his face sticking with sweat. It was a weird mix of emotions, primal rage and longing. She felt her raw, sexual desire resonating throughout her body in response and was reminded of his hold on her. Her jaw had tightened reflexively so hard it was starting to hurt, and she had to swallow the spit which had gathered around the bridge of her tongue in a loud gulp, which Kiba mistook for her reacting to his Sakki, obviously.

She saw Tamaki standing a few meters behind, hands resting below her cheek in open-mouthed horror. Kiba hissed in pain as he stood up, after determining the boy wasn't going to be getting up soon. He flicked his palm thrice roughly, her eyes following the movement. She could see the bruise already starting to form on his knuckles spreading to his metacarpals and phalanges by hitching a tent pointed at the joints in the fingers. His claws had retracted and his fangs were returning to their normal shape and size.

Sakura wondered whether Tamaki's horror was at the needless display of violence and facing Killer Intent, or the stream of profanities erupting from Kiba's mouth. Akamaru also barked relentlessly.

She hated the fact that her panties, conversely, were successfully soaked and was alerted to that fact when Kiba started sniffing, face turning towards her questioningly. Her face turned hot. Had he smelled her desire?

"Akamaru, not now."

She looked back at Akamaru still beside her, nuzzling her, who barked something back in reply.

Oh, she realized. He was looking at him.

"I said no, Akamaru. Control yourself."

Akamaru actually growled back at Kiba but slowly made his way back to him.

"Look who's talking!" Sakura found herself saying, words seething in rage.

Kiba looked at her questioningly, as did Tamaki.

"Kiba, I don't need you doing anything for me! I can take care of myself you know. I didn't need you protecting me! Yōichi's right. It was none of your damn business!"

Kiba physically recoiled. "Really, Sakura? Him?"

She crossed her arms once more, not granting him a reply. She turned on her heels and left in a huff.

It was perhaps more to do with how angry it made her seeing Tamaki holding his arm in support, or maybe the carnal desire which had overwhelmed her suddenly, looking at Kiba in his primal form protecting her. It was a natural reaction, she told herself. He didn't know he made her feel this way.

But she was steaming nonetheless. Something was wrong. What had he done to her?

Kiba

"That asswipin' foul-smellin' motherfuckin' shit-eatin' cocksuckin' piss-drinkin' ASSHOLE," Kiba was mumbling, hollering the last word out loud.

He didn't care that Tamaki looked like she had seen a ghost, and ran to keep after him as he took big, stomping strides. Distantly, they heard a loud bang, and he figured Sakura may have knocked down a tree. Not that he cared. She was so goddamned stubborn.

"Kiba, calm down," Tamaki raised her voice. Akamaru was also snarling and when he looked back, the dog had the balls to turn his head away in anger and he almost went into another swearing rant. But his expression softened a bit when Tamaki looked at him and held his arm once more but it didn't help the rage and desire he felt for another woman. He was reminded again of Hana's conversation a few days back.

Akamaru had taken to rushing up to Sakura whenever he saw her and Kiba had to reel him back in every time. Even Hana had noticed and called him out on it.

"Kiba, you told me you and Sakura are deciding to end things. Then why is it that every time I come across her, ever since the day she was over at our place before you left for your month-long mission, she smells to me like one of us?" She had asked.

Kiba had gritted his teeth, knowing what she was implying. "I'm a man Hana. And we're adults. We do stuff. Leave me alone."

Hana had let go of the topic until once more, they had gathered outside of the hospital and she saw Akamaru happily nuzzling Sakura. She had looked at him questioningly and Kiba snapped at Akamaru later.

That stupid dog, sniffing after Sakura telling him that she smelled much better than the catface he was with? Even now he was letting him have it. Fuck him! Like he didn't know that! Like he hadn't smelled how aroused she had been by that ratfaced cunt she was with and like that wasn't sending him into a frenzy! Stupid dog had also kept smelling her back at the hospital, telling him he missed her and that he belonged with her and alerting Hana with his behavior too. Like he didn't miss her every day! Calling him a stupid human raging after what his cock tells him he could have immediately, the nerve of this dog!

"Hana, I have not marked her," he had replied truthfully back home upon her probing. "Why would I do that when she wasn't ready?"

Hana sighed. "Just tell me and I already know the answer. Have you ever bitten her?"

Kiba flushed. This was a personal question in their family. It was like she was asking her own brother if he had mated. "None of your damn business."

Hana pushed past his resistance. "Have you ever made a promise to her, any kind of promise, before or after biting her?"

Kiba had growled angrily. "I've said stuff to her all the time! We were in a relationship!"

Of course he had bitten her the last time they had sex. It had been a reflex. Of course he had made promises to her when they cuddled afterwards. He had promised to always take care of her and one day make her feel for him the same way he felt for her.

How could he have been so dumb to forget that the Inuzukas courted their mates that way?

She had explained to him that because of that, they now invariably shared a bond and as long as Kiba stayed in love with her, Akamaru would feel the same, and he wasn't going to be as good in hiding it as his human.

"But I made no seal. I didn't use chakra. How's it possible? And how do I make it go away?" he had asked. "She'd kill me if she knew this happened without her consent!"

"You need to be apart," Hana had explained. "Her scar and feelings will fade away eventually. I'll find an excuse to have a look at it and heal it. Hopefully, since you say you didn't make a seal and mark her with chakra, she won't feel much. From what I've gathered, you were just in courtship. And it can't be a mating bond without her consent. So you're good. Just stay away from her and maintain your distance. And for Kami's sake don't go feral in front of her. She'd feel the pull then and you may still just be a pup teething on fresh bone but you happen to be an Alpha so it'll be stronger then. And that's not to mention that she's a smart girl. She'll dish you a new one."

He had then bitten the bullet and asked Tenten to finally introduce him to her friend. He desperately needed a distraction. And Tamaki turned out to be hot.

"Kiba, who is that girl? Why didn't the Hokage look after that girl himself? Why did he ask you?" Tamaki was asking right now.

Kiba snarled. "Conflict of interest," he replied. "He can't deal with these small matters himself and he can't interfere without appearing biased for one of his favorite students."

She shook her head. "You should've told me she was your ex. I gathered that much from the foul conversation back there."

He knew he should've tried to control his language, but he had just been so fucking angry.

"I don't like your Hokage very much," Tamaki was contemplating.

As Kiba and Tamaki had been walking back home, arm in arm, Akamaru wandering off somewhere further behind perhaps chasing some squirrel, they had come across Kakashi making his rounds.

"Oh, Kiba-kun," he had greeted him warmly. "How has your date been?"

"Um, it's still going on, Hokage-sama," Kiba tried to signal him. If you know what I mean, he tried saying with his eyebrows.

Kakashi appeared to notice Tamaki then, then turned back to Kiba, his expressions hidden behind his mask as usual.

"Really, Kiba? Her?"

Kiba frowned. What was that supposed to mean? He noticed Kakashi's nose also flaring in the air behind his mask, and knew he was also put off by the smell which always seemed to follow Tamaki; a mixture of honeysuckle, catnip, and hairball. The canine nins were united in this judgment.

He figured Tamaki was also tolerating the smell of himself and Akamaru too, but he doubted her olfactory senses were as finely attuned as theirs.

"Anyway, as I was making my rounds, I think I saw Sakura-chan walking by with a fellow who appeared drunk out of his head," Kakashi continued. He gestured with his chin behind him in the direction of Hashirama Senju Park. "I know that isn't your way, but I was wondering if you could cut a detour and take that direction as well. Not that she can't take care of herself, obviously, but I'd feel better if there were witnesses, you know?" he chuckled.

Kiba sniffed deeply, and found her fresh smell of peach and cherries mixed with a seductive scent of spicy cinnamon. His mouth automatically salivated, having inhaled that scent so many times like a favorite flavor and he swallowed. The hit of damp earth after it had rained was something new she had acquired lately, but it was intoxicating nonetheless, and Akamaru had gone bonkers for it.

"Um, sure Hokage-sama," he spoke, wondering if he was trying to cockblock him on purpose. Tamaki had been looking at him with big, round fuck-me eyes like an innocent cat anyone would've melted over throughout the night and he figured fucking her would be the best way to start his healing process and getting over Sakura once and for all.

"Understandably, I can't involve myself without reason and I do have a few blocks left to cover. As your sister says, be a good pup, will you?" Kakashi said, looking at Tamaki and then back at Kiba, raising an eyebrow in question.

He sighed, a mix of anxiety and frustration. He felt sure he wouldn't have to reveal himself and get too close, but when he saw that asshole groping her, smelled him on her, he don't know what came over him. Her scent had been tainted. At a closer proximity, he could immediately tell that his rotten hands had been all over her, and his decayed tongue had been in her mouth. A ferocious growl escaped him once more as he thought about that fucking rat spreading his plague over her. Blood had rushed to his brain so hard that his vision had threatened to turn red. The violence had been uncalled for, and Sakura was successfully pissed off at him now. Not to mention she obviously felt the pull.

Well, if it indeed had been Kakashi's intention to distract him, he had been successful, as he was in no mood to do anything anymore, his anger having surged past boiling point. He wanted to rip that ratboy to shreds. Sakura had successfully invaded his head once again where she always took residence after he had spent most of the night getting her out. Tamaki was also pissed, having information held from her and witnessing his splendid display. He'd be lucky to score a date with her again.

He did not expect much, but when they reached her house, she looked at him with those big, cat eyes again and lust clouded his brain. He kissed her, sticking his tongue in and that also because she expected it. He groaned as his bruised fist sent a fresh wave of pain, and Tamaki mistook it for pleasure. Tamaki was moaning continuously, taking his hand and placing it on her breast and he winced in pain once more. Couldn't Sakura have had the decency to heal him at least? He realized that his cock was becoming hard from squeezing a girl's breast but he was still thinking about another when he felt Akamaru's judgmental gaze on him.

"I ain't a fucking girl," he growled at Akamaru, "I don't need fucking feelings to fuck around you fucking twat! Go away!"

Akamaru understood his growls easily enough and happily trotted away but not before farting in their direction, the rotten mutt.

He went back to kissing her and she opened her door with her leg without breaking their kiss or his hold on her. He made the mistake of inhaling deeply, and a waft of cat litter penetrated his nostrils. He became immediately nauseous, and his cock wilted. He knew he could just hold his breath in and continue on his mission of fucking her, but after his bout with Sakura and the cat which had slowly crept up to them from inside stood staring at him from the doorway, he did not feel as desperate to do it with Tamaki anymore. What fun would it be if he couldn't breathe? The scents were more than half the fun.

"It's been nice," he smiled at her instead, breaking free from the kiss. "I just remembered I have an early shift tomorrow. Maybe next time."

If there was a next time, he would invite Tamaki to his house, that was for sure. The girl must be thinking he's some sort of loser.

He was already walking down the steps of her building when his frustration level soared, wondering if he should go back and knock on her door again. He found Akamaru waiting outside.

"I am not bringing you along on my next date you fuckin' cockblocker," he grumbled and felt Akamaru smirking.

He popped a pill to sleep comfortably later, lying on his bed alone but found himself continually thinking of shining, emerald eyes and soft, pink lips drowning his, bodies sweating, breasts squishing on his chest with his fingers clenched on a tight, juicy ass and his cock became painfully hard again.

He whacked himself twice to sleep, ignoring the pain on his other arm, his penis punishing him for being hung up dry and throbbing painfully. He thought about cherry blossom nipples and his tongue deep in bubblegum pussy, the one he actually liked. Pink, almost black curly pubic hair scratching his face as he devoured his cotton candy. He imagined strawberry lips parting and sucking on his, tongue invading his mouth tasting like rosé wine that he almost choked, and he finished with a loud groan, passing out almost immediately.

He was startled awake at the break of dawn, still horny, still having dreamt about Sakura instead of Tamaki, and sighed, getting ready to relieve himself once more.