Kiba had been drinking heavily all day, it was a celebration after all. There were people in his apartment that he hadn't seen in years. Laughing, talking, crying clumps of flesh swaying hazily in and out of his line of sight. He grinned wholeheartedly at the crowd and raised his bottle high. There were a few people who joined in the impromptu toast. Hinata, surprisingly loud when drinking, something that Kiba never failed to torment her about the next day. Hinata and her liquid courage. He surveyed his living room, making quick mental notes of where and what and who people were talking to. Shino talking quietly with Temari of the Sand, an odd friendship had been struck up between the two on several missions their team had made into that desolate country. Temari, he noticed was shooting surreptitious glances at Ten-Ten who stood quietly in the corner, looking resolute and a little lost. Kiba paused, cocking his head to the side as he pondered that particular conflict of emotion. Gaara and Sasuke were glaring daggers at each other as an oblivious Naruto continued their heated game of strip poker with Ino and Sakura. Naruto was losing quite badly and the two boys also playing seemed oblivious to the wistful glances being flaunted in their direction as they growled whenever the other got too close to the boxer clad bemused blonde. Another odd grouping of Chouji, Neji, and Rock Lee were surrounding the kitchen table, Chouji stuffing his face, still trying to regain some of the weight he had lost four years previously. Lee appeared to be timing something while Neji sipped a small glass of sake. Kiba swiveled his head and almost laughed as Kankuro cowered, cornered at the moment by a drunken Hinata, and for once someone was blushing more that she was as her delicate white hands fluttered along the waistband of his pants.

Someone was missing. The lack of a body easily visible made Kiba's skin crawl, that pack mentality shoving it's way to the front rather forcefully. He sniffed the air lightly and meandered out of the room, bottle hanging idly from his fingers. He opened the door to his bedroom and found the missing person, asleep, drooling on his pillow. Ah, Shikamaru. The lazy Jounin had apparently decided that it was quieter here, less bothersome than the louder party in the main room. Smiling, he closed the door. An idea coiling hotly in the back of his mind.

He wandered casually back into the living room, wading through scattered empty bottles and stepping lightly over legs. Ten-Ten's eyes widened briefly as he came to lean next to her.

"Oi, your present is currently drooling on my pillow." Kiba whispered, smirk tugging the corners of his mouth.

"What?" Ten-Ten's dark head turned to eye him quizzically.

"Your present." Kiba repeated, smirk widening.

"I'm not sure I understand," Ten-Ten frowned slightly and went back to looking around the room. Her brown eyes darting and searching for something.

"He's in my room." Kiba grinned as the girl's head swung abruptly back to face him. "Go get him."

"I-I'm not sure-"

"You can talk as much as you want, but it's not going to change the fact that you want him." He nudged her gently with a broad shoulder, knocking her slight frame off balance. "Go wake him up. He'll be happy about it, I'm sure." With that said, Kiba kicked away from the wall to saunter innocently towards Shino. He heard Ten-Ten hesitate briefly before heading down his darkened hallway.

Shino paused in his conversation to nod at Kiba's arrival. His eyes hidden behind his dark sunglasses. "Making trouble, again?"

Kiba grinned and took a long swig from the bottle, "Nah, just giving her a little push really. Sometimes people need that." Kiba turned to look pointedly at Temari, her dark blue gaze connecting solidly, not backing down. "Right?" He smiled.

"Hn," Temari acknowledged before casting a glance to where Ten-Ten had disappeared.

"Why don't you go help her?" Kiba shrugged, nonchalant, eyeing her closely from under his lashes as he took another swig.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." Temari glared and Kiba just shrugged.

"You've been watching her all night."

"So what if I have?"

"Well, you could just sit here and wonder, or... " Kiba tilted his head to the darker hallway.

"She's straight, Kiba." Temari said, face a cold mask.

"Ah," Kiba shrugged. "Maybe."

"There is no maybe. She's straight."

Kiba laughed then, not a full laugh, but a slow chuckle. Shino joined him, they had been teammates so long that it was easy for the bespectacled boy to know what his partner was thinking.

"What's so funny?" Temari demanded, darting glances between the two boys laughing at her expense.

Shino lifted a dark eyebrow knowingly. "See, this is where it gets fun."

"What gets fun?" Temari replied, growing more agitated by the moment.

"Shikamaru's not." Shino stated calmly.

"What? Not what?" Temari's eyes shuttered, calculating.

"Not straight," Kiba supplied helpfully. Temari's dark blue eyes pierced him coldly. Kiba shrugged, "Well, not entirely straight, anyway."

"Alright, so the shadow boy is bi, what does that have to do with me?" Temari's deep alto purred. Kiba liked her voice. Commanding. He ducked his head for a moment, letting his chestnut hair fall into his eyes.

"So, while she's unwrapping her present, why don't you go unwrap yours?" Kiba grinned, giving the older blonde a quick nudge. She started, fumbling just a bit, eyes widening.

"I'm not going to play into one of your perverted fantasies, dog boy."

Kiba laughed, scratching idly at the back of his neck. He turned to Shino. Shino grinned.

"Then why not play into one of your own, then?" Shino's calm reasonable voice replied. God, Kiba loved his teammates. Temari shook her head in disgust and stalked away from the two boys.

"Thanks Shino."

"You and your weird matchmaking Kiba."

Kiba shrugged. "Whatever it takes, Shino. Whatever it takes. You'll see."

"Your libido is going to get you into trouble."

Kiba grinned, toothily and swatted his friend's shoulder. "Didn't hear you complain."

Shino actually blushed at that. "True."

It was another ten minutes before Temari disappeared down the hallway, having bolstered her courage with a couple of long pulls from a discarded bottle of sake. Kiba poked Shino five minutes later.

"If I don't come out in ten, make sure Naruto doesn't go home with either of them."

"The girls?" Shino inquired, a small smile spreading on his lips.

Kiba glanced pointedly at the red faced drunken blonde who was leaning heavily on Sasuke's shoulder at this point, legs tossed over the lap of a glowering redhead. "What do you think?" Kiba tossed back the rest of his bottle in one fluid motion, throat working around the long pulls, and handed the empty to the waiting hand of his teammate. He then walked quietly into the hall, pausing outside his door, listening.

Faint moans reached his ears. Yes. He pauses and twists the doorknob slowly, slinking into the room. Instantly a pair of dark blue eyes lock on his and he smiles crookedly at the flushed half naked blonde. Ten-Ten makes a quick embarrassed noise and scrabbles tight fingers along Shikamaru's jaw, trying desperately to pull his face away from her.

Shikamaru pauses, looking up. He shrugs and moves his tongue back to Ten-Ten's wet sex. Kiba can almost hear him thinking it would be too bothersome to just stop now. Ten-Ten whimpers and Temari just nods, allowing his presence.

Temari is holding Ten-Ten, her breasts pushing into the smaller girl's back, tight nipples aching as they brush along soft shoulderblades. Ten-Ten shudders against her as Shikamaru licks.
Kiba watches as Temari's fingers slide along the smaller girl's clit while Shikamaru's tongue delves into her, tasting her.

Kiba's cock is hard at the sight, throbbing against the tight fabric of his pants. He fumbles breifly with the clasps before he growls, shoving them down, kicking out of them with a single minded ferocity. He looks down, seeing his cock sway slightly as he walks toward them. The girls moan as Shikamaru's dark head shifts position, allowing him to slip two fingers into the tight wet passage under his mouth. Kiba sits next to the bed, stroking himself while watching. Naked flesh writhes sinuously on the sheets, fingers clenching, pinching lightly along the flushed skin of the girl trapped between. Kiba likes the sounds Shikamaru makes as he suckles Ten-Ten, soft moans, almost something harder, deeper. He likes the quiet concentration knitted into those slender arching brows. Kiba reaches out and idly tugs the band from that black hair, watching it fall in a dark heated wave, silken and glossy, to splay over pale feminine thighs.

Kiba's voice growls out at quiet moments, little commands of, "Shikamaru, push deeper."

"Temari, put your fingers in her mouth, that's it. yesss"

"Doesn't that feel good Ten-Ten. Let me hear you." He's only ever truly serious when he's naked and about to make flesh quiver.

At one point he just decides to join, Shikamaru's ass in the air as he tongues Ten-Ten, Temari's fingers slipping and sliding along the folds dipping into the girl beneath his face to tickle the flat plane of his tongue... and Kiba just wants to taste. Just a taste.

He slides his strong fingers along the globes of Shikamaru's small taut ass, dipping thoughtful thumbs into the crack to slide along his opening. Shika moans, the vibrations causing Ten-Ten to buck and moan, pushing that agile tongue deeper.

Shikamaru is quivering now. Kiba's fingers did that, and he grins, watching his hands cup the tightening balls hanging between thighs opening to his touch. Kiba dips his head, licking the inside of one of those tanned trembling thighs and Shikamaru's head jerks, causing a chain reaction of pleasure. This is what Kiba knows, this pack mentality. He can smell Temari's pleasure almost taste the tang of Ten-Ten in the air.

He nips lightly, pronounced canines digging into Shikamaru's soft flesh, and moves to nose against the other boy's ass, pressing his thumbs deeper, spreading him apart to lick at his puckered flesh there. The taste dark, oily and pungent, a flavor that fills his mouth and makes his eyes roll with this ... power. This control over three people through one small flick of his tongue, just... there.

Shikamaru's head snaps back to call his name and Ten-Ten's fingers tangle in his loose long dark hair, his mouth glistening in the half light and his back tensing as his hips buck under Kiba's tongue in short stuttering rhythm. Kiba pulls Shikamaru up, against him, tight, nipping at the boy's neck and reaching to languidly stroke his hard cock.

"Look," Kiba whispers and Shikamaru's dark eyes open, watching Temari's fingers move in Ten-Ten. The younger girl's face flushed, mouth open small panting moans heaving her small breasts.

"Oh god," Shikamaru moans, pushing harder into Kiba's waiting hand. "Oh god, Kiba, more."

Kiba grins. This is his place. His power, his pack. His.

He nips lightly and pushes the other boy forward again and Shikamaru moves, covering the two girls writhing beneath him. Kiba guides that hot hard length forward, through Temari's waiting thrusting fingers, into Ten-Ten's tight cunt. He pushes Shikamaru's hips forward, deeper and Ten-Ten arches as she's filled. Shikamaru can feel Temari's fingers still working there, as he pushes further into that hot silken slickness. Kiba nips down Shikamaru's spine before moving his tongue to that trembling ass again. And Shikamaru howls, pounding forward.

His pack. His power. His.

Shikamaru is pumping faster now, small moans breaking from his lips, Ten-Ten panting- almost screaming- beneath him as Temari's agile fingers urge her on. Kiba sinks lower then, tasting Ten Ten on Shikamaru's cock as he pulls out before dipping lower to lick at the stretched flesh gripping Shikamaru's cock. Tangy, flavorful, wet. He hears another growl, softer, more feminine, staking her claim and darts his eyes up, catching a heavy blue glare from Temari. He grins then, barring his teeth at her and she smiles before nipping lightly at Ten-Ten's neck. Her claim staked. Hers.

Kiba nods slightly, a bare inclination of his head before moving back up to Shikamaru's ass. Slipping his hand up and around he forces his fingers into the other boy's mouth and Shikamaru sucks greedily, the taste of his and Ten-Ten's juices mingling on his tongue. Kiba bites that tanned neck and his fingers slide free, dripping with saliva at Shikamaru's hoarse moan.

Pleasure, blinding red and hot spiraling under his skin; Kiba moves quickly, pulling the other boy roughly off the female. He shoves him face first into the mattress, strong hand holding his head down as he slips those wet fingers to Shikamaru's ass, delving one, slowly teasing finger, a slight push and pull until Shikamaru is writhing- thrusting his hips up to meet those deft fingers.

Kiba hears Temari moving, sliding, a soft slick sound of sweaty skin. He doesn't have time to look as he hears Ten-Ten's moaning become more frantic, can only recognize the sloppy sounds of lips and tongue on wet girl before he slide his finger into Shikamaru- pushing down and the dark haired boy screams, voice breaking as his body arches tense and waiting. Two fingers now, and Kiba's vision is narrowing. All he can see are his fingers moving in the other boy, thrusting in and out, scissoring, stretching. All he can hear are the liquid sounds of sex, the moans and howls, hisses and groans of his pack.

"Kiba, more, please oh god, more. N-need you." It's Shikamaru's voice, strained, hoarse, deeper with lust and need and Kiba mounts, pushing into the boy beneath him. Sliding his hard cock deep in one long push. Oh god, so tight, so fucking tight and hot. Kiba leans down, hooking his arms under broad tanned shoulders, nipping lightly at a smattering of freckles there, before pulling the other boy's slender body to him. Pulling himself deeper. Biting now; biting that neck winking through the dark hair splayed on the pillow. Harder, he pushes in, pulling out only to thrust- pound- claim. This is his, oh god, and it's building in tight hot spirals of honey sweet fire under his skin, boiling tension in his groin. Arms flexing, pulling moving the boy on him, hips thrusting and he's growling, low and deep in his throat. "Mine."

Shikamaru clenches around him, voice breaking as he arches back into Kiba's chest, slim hips shaking his release and Kiba pumps violently into that tight ass. He's biting harder now, as the muscles there milk him. He can taste blood on his tongue and it's enough and something deep inside him breaks. The world shaking- turning white- and the heat spirals out of him, spurting into Shikamaru, laying his claim deep, deeper than anyone else.

Kiba collapses, cock shuddering inside the silken hot tightness, and pumps reflexively once or twice more. He's panting. He's licking and nuzzling the salty sweaty flesh of Shikamaru's back.

The taste something to burn into the sense memory, something to be reminded of with every whiff of Shikamaru when he passes by on the street. Kiba flexes his arms, crushing the smaller boy to him and grins lazily into the almond scent of his hair before letting himself slide out, smelling his come mingling with the acidic scent of Shikamaru's and the tangy tense smell of the girls panting next to him.

Kiba stretches an arm out lazily to curl around Temari's waist, pulling her close, her flesh smooth and supple beneath his fingers. She fights for a second, tensing, before sighing and settling into the loose embrace. Her fingers idly stroking the dark warm blanket of Ten-Ten's loose hair.

His pack, his power. His.

~fin

*shakes head at Kiba who is grinning proudly in her head* You! You are soo much trouble! Gah! With the sexy!

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