AN: Dear lord, Jyuu is my hero for putting up with me ficcing this to her. I apologize about me and my tendency to do the tense dance. Think I caught most of it, and I'll just assume the rest will be caught by my exacting beta before posting to the website.



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Shino tasted just like Hinata had always secretly imagined he would. He was almost the exact opposite of Kiba whose kissed were hot and thick- electric like the crackle of chakra pushing against the shell of her skin. Shino tasted like cold water, refreshing and deep with a core of stillness she felt like she could drown in. She pulls back breathless, pale silvery eyes wide and just looks at the other boy. He never seems shaken, but she knows him too well now, can feel the slight tremble under his skin where her fingers are touching his collarbone. She'd always wondered, always been curious about the quiet deep voiced boy with the shocking wild hair and simple logic. Now, lost in the slow throb of cicadas and heartbeats, Hinata trembled. It was like looking into the face of a storm heavy with rain and the slow build of pressure. He was beautiful in blue and white, tempting like fresh snow while Kiba burned against her back like sunshine.

"Go on." And it's Kiba's voice growling at her ear, making her shiver. She can feel her mouth open as she looks to the side, seeing nothing but sunbrown fingers and a tangle of soft furlike hair.

There's a soft noise, she recognizes it from hours of endless meditation. The simple act of exhaling and she knows Shino had been holding his breath. It's surprising to think Shino is nervous even as his long slim fingers cover hers at his collar, steadying the sudden shake that's dragging her nails across the small puckering of scars.

Kiba is never that gentle with her anymore. His fingers bruise, pushing divots into her skin, digging for the soft silvery core of her. She loves him for that. Loves the way he can fuck her into the ground with groans that are almost growls, the way his fingers possess her now, not just explore.

She darts another look back to Shino's eyes. He looks so calm that she doesn't mind that Kiba's hands are sliding her shirt up slowly, calluses catching at her nipples. She can hear the soft stuttering noise slip past her lips and Shino reaches up, like he can catch it and stretch it between his fingers. She can feel Kiba smile against her neck, it's the hot damp gust of his breath and the slick sharp prick of teeth.

"She's so beautiful, isn't she." Kiba doesn't really ask questions anymore, having grown into something that would be cockiness on anyone other than him. He walks like he could fill up the sky, lolling rangy lopes with his shoulders wide and set firmly. He laughs to set the sun and Hinata loves him more than anything else in the world.

"Yes." And when Shino agrees, Hinata realizes with a startling clarity that when the sun sets, the moon must rise. And she loves him too.

Kiba pulls her arms over her head, leading her carefully, one hand splaying out across her pale stomach as he pulls away the mesh. Shino watches with an intensity that makes her believe he will remember every small imperfection in her skin. She can feel the blush, it spreads with her heartbeat to tighten her nipples and heat her skin. She can't look right now, it's too much, too full and she's going to spill.

Earlier she'd been laughing against Kiba's shoulder, back against the tree. Shino's mouth turning up in the corners in a soft sort of smile that was laughter for him. She'd hummed happily. She was sure of her place in the world, sure of these men by her side and the way the pieces all fit together.

Kiba had flung an arm around her shoulder, heavy and musky in his jacket. She felt small, tucked away like a teacup against his chest. "Come on, we're gonna go to the lake so you can flirt with my best friend." And he'd grinned while Hinata blushed and pushed her nose into his shoulder at the remark. But she knew Kiba was more perceptive than anyone ever noticed. She'd never forgotten the day he explained with hands beside her head and mouth so close to her ear that he could smell desire.

Shino touched her chin and Hinata looked up shyly, a habit she hadn't ever been able to entirely break. It was almost genetic this seeming subservience. "Shi-shino." She heard herself whisper and his fingers moved ever so slightly to push against the bow of her lips. She just needed a taste, and with a flash of pink tongue and the possessive tightening of Kiba's fingers she opened her mouth.

"Make sure you watch, Shino." Kiba said lowly, hands moving further down her naked stomach to push tantalizingly under the waist of her pants. She gasped around the earthy cold taste of Shino's fingertips. It was so intimate, it felt heavy and all she could do was bend with the pressure. She arched, lips pulled slack as Shino pulled his fingers back and Kiba's fingers moved lower. Shivering into the first slow knowing slide, Hinata reached for anything that felt stable. Her fingers knot in the coarse fabric of Kiba's pants and scramble along the long hard planes of Shino's chest as she pants. Kiba always left her breathless.

"Come on Shino." Kiba murmurs as his fingers slipped into the slick of her sex. "Don't make me beg."

Hinata could only briefly wonder how he could talk so casually with his fingers stroking her so skillfully, better than she knew herself. He touched her with a confidence she needed and found herself whimpering breathlessly for more. Anything but the tease when he would pause, wait for her to move against him.

"Someone needs to keep you in line." Shino whispers, voice so thick it seemed to vibrate along Hinata's spine.

"Ooo, you're flirting again." Kiba points out, and Hinata can feel how his skin heats as he speaks, almost shocked to find he is as excited as she.

"Kiba." And Hinata always wonders how Shino manages to say just Kiba's name in such a way that his whole body pauses, like he is fighting the urge to obey, or stills like a puppy caught doing something wrong.

If it weren't for the hands that had slipped to cup her breasts, and the fingers working slowly against her clit, Hinata isn't sure she is really there. She feels Kiba's chin at her shoulder as he looks up at Shino. Shino soothes her, stroking light like spider webs that tickle across her breasts, but his eyes lock against Kiba's. It was like they were touching each other through her. Hinata moans, a sharp crisp cry like the first tinkling of a windchime signalling a storm. Neither boy seems to notice, locked in the battle of wills she can feel as Kiba's cock twitches under the fabric of his pants at her back and Shino's fingers no longer feel like dry autumn leaves.

Kiba rolled first, tilting his head back imperceptably, but Hinata felt it in the scruff of stubble against her jaw. "Kiss her." He whispers, offering up something he couldn't quite give. Yet. Hinata corrects herself quietly.

Shino nods slightly and suddenly Hinata is back in focus. Shino leans forward, pressing her back against Kiba and his mouth is so soft. He doesn't press, doesn't force, just lets her open to him until she needs to pursue him. He uses all the force of a spider that waits for the fly to tangle itself. Hinata reaches for him, hands touching along his arms lightly, curious small touches like the ones that had led to Kiba laughing and daring Shino to kiss her in the first place. Hinata never wondered why she had no say.

Five fingers on each side of her jaw, just light touches like her skin would break open if he pushed too hard while Kiba's fingers leave her moaning into Shino's mouth, her tongue darting and needy. It wasn't fair, this heat, this excitement that buzzed under her skin. She realized with a sudden clarity that Shino lived with this every day. "Sh- shino, oh, oh I'm oh. Sorry."

Shino pushes a quiet noise against her lips and let his fingers curl down her neck like he was stroking a particularly fine piece of porcelain.

"Get closer." Kiba breathes, his voice darker and hotter than she could remember and she knows she's lost part of him the moment he reached to grasp Shino's hip and pull him flush against her. She knew Kiba never let go once he had something he wanted.

She pulls back, mouths making the soft wet noise before whimpering and turning her face away. They were so close now, moving up onto their knees with her pressed so tight between them. She was sure passion worked like electricity, and she could only work to be the grounding as they burned and singed at her. "Kiba." She whispers, voice barely making it past her kiss swollen lips and the taste of Shino's tongue.

"Hunh?" He noises, dark eyes never leaving the strange sort of crackling challenge as Shino watches him, their faces so close Hinata is sure Kiba can smell her on Shino's breath.

"It- it's okay, Kiba." She says quietly, fluttering her left hand to touch his cheek, rough against her palm. "Y-you can. It's okay."

Shino didn't move. He didn't have to. Kiba always came when called.

Hinata felt their fingers skimming the edges of her, just the silhouette. She understood she was the excuse now, the reason for her boys to touch each other with glancing fingertips, even as she finally got to see how Kiba kissed. She felt her own surge of wetness even before Kiba's fingers remember they are touching her there. He's kissing like if he pushed hard enough he could taste all of Shino. His mouth moving desperately, as if this was the one chance he had.

She could hear it now, not echoed through her own mouth, those soft feral sounding noises Kiba almost seems to throb even as Shino pulled them into himself. Shino absorbs everything Kiba gives him quietly, but Hinata feels the way his stomach tightens and his fingers shake. Hinata takes a breath, a moment in the madness to realize how even if the hive seems quiet; there is always the struggle for order.

"Oh. Ki-Kiba." She breathes, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder, feeling the way his muscles there cord and contract violently. Kiba's never been good at hiding.

Kiba is everything Hinata always wished she had. She remembers in a trembling moan the first time she'd visited his house, Shino quiet at her back, steadying. She'd needed it. The raucous household could have swallowed her in one small bite; it was overwhelming in the scent of dogs and the loud brash yells from one corner to the next. She'd never been able to quite get used to the way they could allow the pack of dogs to scratch deep gouges into the wood floors and not let Kiba leave his chopsticks stuck into a bowl of rice. Nothing in Kiba's life seemed balanced and he walked like he was ducking into trouble.

Shino's house is like a strange mirror of her own. Quiet, still, but he hadn't grown up with the strange tense anticipation she'd found creeping like spiderwebs down her spine. She'd found peace amongst the soft chirring of cicadas and the strange sweep of sand gardens. It was used, Shino's house, used by years of feet and without the strange soft rigidity of bows and ceremony of the Hyuuga compound. It felt like what Hinata thought home would have felt like. She'd slipped into it like a friendly handshake, blushing as she was introduced to the milky eyed matriarch of Shino's grandmother. The woman had seen her, without seeing. It was something Hinata was still struggling to master. The old woman had smiled and rubbed at her nose sliding through the small house like a whisper of silk and Hinata had finally understood the grace of Shino's gait.

And now, as Kiba's mouth clamored for an attention that Shino always understood, Hinata could only sigh and stutter, still awkward, even as the boy's pushed naked chests against her. Even trapped between heartbeats, Hinata understands she is just a figurehead.

She wriggles to the side, easing out from between them and can't help but feel more than a little lost as Shino pulls Kiba tighter without moving. Hinata wonders if she is just a shadow, only something to be glimpsed out of the corner of other people's eyes- almost as if she's just the small imperfection in a teacup that could only be felt, never seen. Hinata understands the mechanics of sight. She knows that even if she looks right at something, sometimes it just disappears.

Shino is everything she could be; still, cool, invisible but only because he is so vibrant people have to look away. She's suddenly jealous, an anger she bites into her bottom lip as she pushes Kiba's hand away from her sex and watches it tangle into Shino's hair. She can finish alone. She's nothing more than tangential now, just the secondary desire. Hinata sighs into second best, used to being overlooked.

"MmngrNo manners." Shino's voice is thick, dark and full as he leans back, Kiba almost seeming to lap the syllables from his mouth. It takes the dark haired tattooed boy a moment, blinking to process the words. He looks at Hinata, sheepish grin lolling around his mouth.

"None." He agrees and Hinata covers her naked breasts with one arm, feeling her skin heat taut into the cool evening.

"Hinata." And suddenly Hinata understands the strange sway Shino has over Kiba as she can't help but look to him. He's stroking Kiba's face, long pale fingers so gentle and Kiba is leaning into them. She hears her own squeak of surprise as Shino shifts to sit, back against a nearby tree. She watches as he pats the slowly dampening grass. She's almost forgotten what it feels like to be needed.

"Shi-shino. It... it's okay. You don't... don't have to." She starts to explain, and she's talking to her lap, ignoring the fact that she can see her stomach, her breasts, and the hand she's using to hide herself. Hinata wonders how long it's been her that's kept herself hidden.

She can taste his disapproval: it has the tang of a sharp slap in her mouth. It tastes like blood and Hinata crawls forward into his arms. He's warm now. Warm and strong and she wants to bury herself under his skin, understanding now just how the Aburame can sustain the relationship with their kikachuu. Only Shino could feel this welcoming and say nothing.

"This isn't about me." He rumbles, settling her back to his chest and stroking her sides, mouth close to her ear and it tickles down her spine, coiling deep into her stomach and curling her toes.

Kiba nods his agreement, eyes half lidded in that look he gives her right before he nips at her skin. It's a slow dark look, sizzling and she can't ever help but gasp. Kiba always seems so feral, just barely holding himself in check, but Hinata knows he can touch her so quietly she's only sure of his fingertips by the slow rolling cadence of his calluses.

Shino's stroking along the arm covering her breasts and she relaxes against him, reaching trembling hands to touch and grasp at the well worn fabric of his pants. She can feel his chin against her shoulder now and knows he's looking at her, cataloguing and remembering. She's seen him spend hours quietly watching a dragonfly on a reed and can only mewl in anticipation. Kiba's crawling between her legs, his eyes flickering between her skin and Shino's hands as they start the slow gentle touch from the small of her waist inward.

"Ah! Ah! Shino!" She's arching, pushing against the boy's thighs to feel more of that sure press of palm against her sides. He touches her like he already knows everything about her. Which, she thinks a moment later, catching her breath, he does.

He's watched her intensely from behind dark glasses for years. He's slept beside her, breath slow and even at her neck. It's been his voice that's guided her into adulthood, his voice that's led her to push and try. It's been Kiba nipping at her heels and Shino there to catch her. Her world slips, wet and hot in her eyes at the sudden tightness in her chest, the fire under her skin and she's sure the world has stopped.

Kiba's always acted as point, Hinata pulling up the rear, with Shino the quiet calm center. Kiba's leading now as he growls soft urgent commands. "Lower, now push below, yes. That's it. Isn't she beautiful?"

Hinata knows that this was the only thing that could ever happen. They're a team. She forgets her importance, but Kiba is always there, loud and brash. He crashes into her reveries and self doubt and Shino lets him. She's always needed permission.

Kiba's hands are at the waist of her pants, wriggling them over her hips, down her thighs, and she doesn't even have time for embarrassment now. The blush isn't fear anymore- it's anticipation. This is what they have to teach her.

There are hands at her breasts, a mouth at her ear, and the slow sloping wet heat of Kiba's mouth against her inner thigh. Hinata can hear a choking wet noise, like crying but darker.

"It's okay."

Kiba's tongue laps higher and she can feel her thighs part as Shino's fingers spread her open. Shino is so sure, even now as she writhes back against him, Kiba's fingers against his thighs. She's spilling out, wet against the sharp almost painfully joyous cry she bleeds from her lips when Kiba kisses her there. Kisses and suckles at the sharp knot of nerves that shakes small earthquakes of sugar sweet bliss into her thighs, up her skin into her chest to force her fingers to tangle fisting tight into his hair. She's spilling and she's not sure if she'll ever stop, if she'll just steam away, trapped between the heat of Kiba's mouth and the fire of Shino's breath in her ear. She's evaporating.

Hinata knows it shouldn't be like this, her fingernails clawing at Kiba's back as her head rolls in a sharp snap of arching spine against Shino's chest. It shouldn't happen so sweet and sharp that she's not sure she'll ever find all the pieces of herself. It's supposed to be slow and gradual, the surging slow ache of desire and the race to breathless completion. It's not supposed to explode from deep inside her to tense each muscle; it's not supposed to smell like fur and deep dark earth. It's supposed to be quiet, like the taste of jasmine tea spreading across her tongue.

But she can't be quiet, she can't sit still as her thighs quiver, aching and pushing against the sides of Kiba's head. She can't catch her breath and god it feels too good. She's sharp, angular, hard and everything she's never been before. She can hear so clearly, the wet succulent sounds of Kiba's mouth, the way his nose is pushing so hard against the dark hair of her sex. She shouldn't be able to hear Shino's breath trembling in short pants. Shino should never pant.

She imagines the way they would look if they fucked and cries out again. Shino, Kiba wrapped around him, the slow rock of hips and the snarling growls even as a neck is shown. Scars on scars on scars, and Hinata wishes someone could get close enough to leave one on her. She wants to match and blend into the canvas of tan on pale and the sharp wild way Kiba bites into Shino's shoulder. She imagines all of them together, brief blissful moments trapped between each sharp chunky surge of something that's too tense to be relief.

It lasts forever, the space of a moonbeam, the reflection of the sun off a puddle, but it's there and she's left trembling. Tired and spent between them and dazed as Kiba's mouth leaves her and Shino drinks her flavor from his swollen mouth.

And Hinata knows. She knows, deep and clear the way the Byakugen is supposed to let her see. This is what she's been looking for. Support. Family. Clarity. It's there as she's pressed tight in a strange sort of hug between the boys. Her boys. Hinata's never owned anything before; never had anything that's just hers.

"Love." She whispers, pale hands settling against Kiba's hand over Shino's. She doesn't need to be told anymore. She's found something that's new. She's not second hand anymore.


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