Kiba was pretty familiar with the whole sex thing.

Not that he was, like, wildly experienced, the way everyone said about Sasuke since he came back from Sound Village. (Kiba found it more likely that Sasuke had wound up on the wrong end of Orochimaru's tongue a few too many times, but he tried not to share that thought as the girls usually punched him.)

But still. He'd gotten pretty far with Ino that one time -- almost all the way -- and then Akamaru came in and spazzed, and Kiba had to haul him aside and explain that no, she wasn't eating his face, it was perfectly normal, and no, he didn't need to be saved. Ino broke up with him afterwards, deciding that if he needed to keep his dog updated about his sex life, he was too odd for her.

Which sort of screwed Kiba over. If Ino wouldn't date someone, then Sakura wouldn't, and Tenten was older and besides, Neji and Lee were scary. Dating Hinata would be way too weird. And besides, Kiba was pretty sure that Naruto would kill him and string him up by his guts if he did.

And that was it for the girls. Dating non-ninja girls wasn't any fun, they all cooed over Akamaru, or screeched over his fleas (only a few, and jeez, it wasn't like they could live on normal humans), or talked inanely about fashion instead of weaponry.

And so? What else was he supposed to do?

It was really all Akamaru's fault.

He'd freely admit that this was weird. Shino was always weird, of course, in that slightly intense way he had, but Kiba was partially responsible this time, and so. Very weird.

Shino was only slightly miffed when Kiba pulled off his sunglasses, inspecting his eyes curiously. They were more or less like he'd expected, round and light brown, as unreadable as dark circles of glass ever were. His jacket was open slightly, revealing his throat.

"Are you pale all over?" Kiba asked aloud, not entirely innocently.

Shino's eyebrow twitched slightly. Kiba spoke Aburame fluently; he was pretty sure that translated into a grin.

But Shino didn't bother to answer, tilting his head slightly and looking at Kiba thoughtfully. Kiba froze. He'd seen that expression on Akamaru's face once or twice, usually before he found the pup chewing on 'nee-chan's favorite shoes.

"What're you --" He paused as Shino leaned forward, ducking his head and kissing the corner of Kiba's mouth. Kiba was very, very still -- Ino had done nothing like that, and neither had that other girl, the one, the one who's name he always forgot --

Shino sat back. They were both sitting on Kiba's bed, Kiba shirtless and Shino mildly unbuttoned. "I was curious," he admitted, all deep voice and opaque eyes. Kiba was all the way out there, always all the way, and Shino was always blandly undisturbed. Kiba would be resentful if everything wasn't already, so, so -- 'weird' was the word he wanted. This wasn't familiar territory at all.

"You could have just kissed me," Kiba said, frowning and his lips tingling. "All the way, I mean."

Shino just looked at him. "Like this," Kiba said, and grabbed a handful of his rumpled coat and yanked him forward, demonstrated. He wasn't a bad kisser, or so he'd heard, but it was all so different. He pushed Shino's collar aside and slide his fingers over his throat, he opened his mouth and pushed his way inside.

Shino just let him, at first, and then leaned forward again, pushing Kiba back against the blankets and returning the kiss, not quite timid but certainly somewhat, well, reserved. He straddled Kiba's waist easily, bony knees digging slightly into Kiba's ribs, and pulled back.

Kiba bit his lip. "Aw man, don't hesitate --"

Shino silenced him with a large hand on his chest, blunt thumb tapping against Kiba's breastbone in a rhythm only he could hear. Kiba wriggled and squirmed, trying to create some friction, trying to get Shino as worked up as he was.

"Stop that," Shino ordered.

Kiba grabbed Shino's knees in answer, stroking the insides of his thighs gently. There was a tremor in the body above him, and it occurred to him -- he's nervous.

"Get down here," Kiba ordered in turn, tugging on Shino's jacket. "Unless you want to turn this into a wrestling match, you idiot."

Shino looked like he was considering it, so Kiba braced himself against the mattress and flipped him quickly, ignoring the startled grunt. This time Kiba straddled Shino.

"There," he said, satisfied. A grin spread over his face, showing off his rather sharp canine teeth. "Gotta be the alpha, you know?"

Shino said nothing, just wrapped his hand loosely around Kiba's arm, braced beside his head.

Another pause, as Kiba hesitated -- he shifted his stance and eventually sat carefully on his stomach, stiff cock rubbing against Shino's belly. He had to crane his neck to kiss him but that was okay, still okay, even more okay as Shino let go of his arm and gripped his shoulder, slid his hand over the skin he found.

Kiba tugged on Shino's collar again, sliding down his body. "Taking this off," he murmured.

"You may be surprised," was all Shino said. Kiba looked at him puzzledly but there was nothing to see, just unblinking eyes and a thin mouth. He continued the process of unbuttoning.

When his eyes lit upon the first of many scars, he was curious, touching it carefully in case it still hurt. He moved on, and found another scar, and another. They were quite small and slightly jagged, barely the size of his fingertip. Like rips, he thought, stomach aching dully at the thought. Where something tore it's way through . . . .

It finally came together. "The kikachuu?"

Shino nodded reservedly. So that was why he'd been hesitating. Made Kiba feel guilty, a bit, but on the other hand, what, did Shino think he was going to mind?

He pressed his mouth clumsily to Shino's chest, a small act of defiance, and pushed the coat away. The kikachuu were all hidden, but he knew they were there, vibrating under Shino's skin. "Can they feel this?" he asked, fascinated, and trailed his fingers over Shino's stomach.

"Yes," Shino said calmly.

Kiba gripped his hip through his baggy pants, just inches away from his erection. "And this?"

"Yes."

"What's it like?"

He kept kissing Shino's chest, growing more adept as Shino answered slowly. "It's . . . normal. Like any other nerve ending . . . ."

"But you've got human nerve endings, too, right?" Kiba asked, staring intently at Shino's pants and trying to work out the best way to undo them. He realized that his cock was pressed against Shino's leg and he shivered.

"Yes," Shino said.

It took Kiba a moment to remember what he'd asked. "So, everything is . . . twice as sensitive?"

Kiba grinned as Shino nodded. No wonder he always wore such baggy clothes, or had perfected that icy demeanor. "I can work with this," Kiba informed him, and Shino's eyebrow twitched again. "How in the hell do I get your pants off?"

This time, a faint smirk, without the wide collar to hide it for once. Shino undid his own pants and left them bunched around his hips, tugging on Kiba's arm lightly. Reluctantly, Kiba left the pants on and leaned forward for a kiss --

Shino flipped him, pinning him easily. Kiba glared and Shino kissed him, not as soft, not as wary this time, and Kiba forgot why he was mad. There was -- a something, a heat, building low in his stomach and he needed to let it out, he needed to find something to hold on to --

He settled for Shino's skin, scratching lightly. Shino's breath hitched; belatedly, Kiba remembered. He pulled back from the kiss. "Sorry," he whispered. Shino's hips nudged his, careful little brushes, and he wriggled desperately. "Fuck, oh please --"

Shino tugged on Kiba's pants, arching up so he could see around his own body. Kiba looked down and could see the dark hair trailing down Shino's belly. Even as cold air hit him he reached down blindly, finding Shino's cock and wrapping his hand around it.

Shino groaned, a startling noise. Kiba stared up at him with wide eyes, working him slowly, undoing him bit by bit by bit. Shino twisted against him, throat working desperately. His shoulders and back were rigid with tension.

Kiba got an arm beneath him, his elbow digging into the mattress, and pushed up, brushing his lips against Shino's tightly-shut mouth. It parted, returning the kiss hesitantly. Kiba could feel each halting brush of breath, choked and wet. He pressed his hips forward, rubbing his wrist against his own aching cock. "Shino, come on, come on . . . ."

Shino opened his eyes slowly, gaze hooded, and took Kiba's hand from his cock. That earned him a glare, which he ignored, settling against Kiba comfortably.

"Ah --" Kiba bit his lip hard, rubbing against Shino's stomach, sliding easily over the sweat-slick skin. He could feel Shino doing the same thing, his trembling hands coming up to tangle in Kiba's hair. Is everything good for him? Kiba wondered. Even casual things -- he dug his fingers into the small of Shino's back and caught the stutter in his breath, the whispered oath. Everything.

Their cocks brushed accidentally and Kiba snapped a vicious curse. "Yes," he hissed, pushing Shino down and rocking up. "Shino, ha, yes, come on -- come on --"

Shino shifted his angle, keeping the slide and the pressure and just -- his fingers curled against Kiba's scalp, his face buried against his shoulder, and he made the smallest sound Kiba had ever heard, quieter than anything that even Hinata managed --

Kiba breathed against the tangle of Shino's hair, wrapping his legs around the other boy and writhing blindly. Everything was white around the edges, sparking and crazy mad and Shino was utterly and absolutely alive against him, moving and his breath so loud, each and every gasp --

They both tensed as Shino came, white come smearing both their bellies. Kiba kissed his jaw, tense and trembling, and arched up with all of his strength. He whimpered when Shino went limp, wrenching his eyes open with his most pleading expression. "Don't -- don't stop --"

Shino pressed his lips to Kiba's ear and reached down. His hand was slick with come and hot, tight, oh fuck -- Voice calm as ever, Shino ordered, "Now."

"I -- you --" Kiba threw his head back, rocking mindlessly, and obeyed, moans and whimpers falling freely from his lips. Shino nuzzled his shoulder, his throat, and sighed slowly.

Kiba collapsed. The strings to all of his muscles might as well have been cut for all he could tell. Even the simple action of untangling his legs, freeing Shino from an impressive death grip, took effort.

Shino slid, or rolled, or something, to the side, and they laid there in silence, panting. There was a little bit of wetness at the corner of Kiba's mouth and he swiped it away, strangely embarrassed. That had been -- that had been --

He looked over at Shino. His eyes were closed, brow unfurrowed, and he looked almost like he was sleeping. Kiba touched him carefully, not certain if he wanted to be left alone.

"Shino?"

Shino's eyes half-opened, slivers of brown, darker than they were before. Kiba already wanted to do it again. And again. And again . . . .

"It's okay," Shino said evenly, like they hadn't just done -- that -- and Kiba scooted closer to him, threw his arm around his waist. They had a few hours before 'nee-chan came home . . . Akamaru would wake them up . . . .

So tired. He pressed his face against Shino's shoulder, his thumb brushing a scar just beneath Shino's ribs, and drifted into sleep.

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