JBMcDragon (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jbmcdragon) wrote,@ 2006-10-16 19:46:00 |
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Yay! New Kiba/Shino fic! :D
This story is rated NC-17. Like, whoa. Like, whoooooooa, Nellie. There is so much smut in this fic that if you're asexual, you will suddenly be bisexual. Onmi-sexual, even. Heaven help you if you're not asexual.
Also, it's in two posts because LJ wouldn't let me put it in one. :P
Don't owe. Don't sue. :)
This is the sixth Kiba/Shino story. For a complete list of the others, go here and scroll down slightly. :)
To Have 1/1
JBMcDragon
Kiba coughed up vomit, spitting the rest of it out of his mouth. He wiped his lips with the back of a trembling wrist. "I can't do this," he said hoarsely. "I just can't."
Hinata's small hand rubbed circles on his back, trying to be soothing but really just distracting. "It'll be fine, Kiba," she said, and he could almost hear the worry on her face.
"Everything will go wrong and it'll be *terrible,*" Kiba said, staring at his vomit slowly soaking into the forest floor.
"Things will be fine. And if they do go wrong, well, those are the best kinds of weddings. The ones everyone tells stories about and laughs over later."
At the word 'weddings,' his stomach tightened and nearly heaved again. He took deep breaths, trying to settle it. "I didn't mean the ceremony," he said finally, when he was sure he could speak. "I meant being *married.*"
Inuzuka didn't get married. *He'd* never expected to get married. Married to Shino, married to a woman--it didn't matter. It was all a nasty little cage, and after the ceremony everything would change. People *changed* when they got married.
It was all wrong.
"Kiba-kun, it's just pre-marital jitters. Everyone has them. Why don't you go see Shino? It'll make things better. Talk to him. I bet he's nervous, too."
Shino was never nervous about anything. Kiba decided to go see him anyway.
**
"Tell him I don't care," Shino said to the messenger, trying to figure out where *this* box should go. Kiba had ditched him after dropping off his belongings the day before, leaving Shino to get things settled into their new apartment before the wedding.
Tomorrow.
Gods, was it really only one more night that he'd officially be a bachelor? He rubbed his brow in a rare display of exhaustion and stress.
"But your father is concerned--"
"Tell him I *don't care*," Shino repeated, louder. What did it matter if they ran out of matches? People could light one candle off another. He stopped, looking past the messenger in his doorway to the figure trudging toward him, giant dog slinking along behind. Shoulders were hunched against the midday sun, hands shoved in heavy coat pockets. "Kiba!" he yelled, and nearly shoved his father's man aside. "Thank the gods! *Where* should I put this? You labeled it 'stuff.'" The Inuzuka didn't know how to pack.
Kiba shrugged negligently. "I guess there's stuff in it. Can't we just leave it in the main room?"
Shino looked blandly at Kiba--knowing he would feel it even behind Aburame reserve and dark glasses. "Sure. Where do you suggest?"
The main room was filled with boxes.
Kiba looked around and sighed.
The messenger--apparently realizing he was about to be soundly ignored--left, muttering under his breath. Shino soundly ignored him.
"What does it fucking matter?" Kiba muttered, skulking inside and glowering around.
Shino paused. He tugged the door closed, making his way around boxes until he could reach Kiba. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Kiba muttered. "Just--" he dragged his hands through an unruly mass of brown hair, then shook his head and stuffed them back in his pockets. "Nothing."
It was an awfully big nothing, Shino suspected. It wasn't like they weren't both under a great deal of stress, anyway. A wedding, two families constantly bickering, moving, and missions on top of it.
They got the five days after their wedding off--but that was about it.
"Hey," Shino said soothingly, "what's the matter?"
Kiba shrugged away from him. "It's nothing. Stupid. Nothing. Nevermind."
For a moment, it looked like Kiba was going to leave. Shino decided it was time for drastic measures. He caught the other man, tugging him close and into a kiss. Kiba didn't resist. Kiba never resisted kissing.
The body against him started to soften. He teased Kiba's mouth with his tongue, felt hands slide up his arms after a long hesitation. Shino broke the kiss, checking the area around them, watching for boxes. Then he started pushing.
Kiba fell back, trusting Shino to guide him and keep him from tripping. With light pressures of his hands, Shino did so, steering him toward the kitchen. There was at least *some* space there.
Kiba didn't protest. Shino's hands worked at the loops holding the bulky jacket closed, tugging here and there to make Kiba move around boxes. Around a wall, into the other room. He kept pushing until his boyfriend backed up against the center island and stopped.
"I want you," Shino murmured, mouth to mouth. He could practically hear the other man's heartbeat pick up.
"Now?" Kiba asked on a near-whimper. Shino's hands finally slid inside the coat, fingers skimming along mesh.
"Now. Later. I just always want you," he murmured, nosing against Kiba's jaw. The man's head tipped up, exposing the line of his throat, and Shino bit on a tendon none too gently. Muscles tensed and flexed under his hands. He lipped at warm, tanned skin, pushing back the jacket, sliding it down Kiba's arms and leaving it there so they were pinned. He let his lover work at getting it off while he stooped, sweeping his tongue over a dark nipple, then pausing to suck when it elicited a jump. Kiba whimpered and pushed against him, dragging at cloth in an attempt to get his coat off. Shino ignored it, sliding his hands down Kiba's waist, tucking his thumbs under the ninja blacks and feeling the swell of muscle leading downward.
"Damn it, Shino," Kiba muttered, still struggling with his coat. Shino smiled sadistically and pressed the other man harder against the island, hampering his movements further. Kiba didn't want to talk about what was wrong? That was all right. A little pushy sex, an orgasm, it would all help loosen the other man's tongue.
Kiba was nothing if not predictable. And Shino certainly didn't mind the sex. He licked a nipple, felt Kiba jump, and started to unhook the man's pants.
Kiba was already hard. Shino knew just how that felt. Kiba also wasn't wearing underwear, but Shino knew that, too. Two months without underwear, and just the thought of it still made him half-hard at the most inopportune of moments.
Luckily, this wasn't an inopportune moment.
He straightened, pressing in chest to chest. Kiba tried to move away from the counter, and Shino bit down on his collarbone in a silent reprimand. He pushed into Kiba with his body, checking him against the island. When his boyfriend began to object Shino ground his hips against the other man. He subsided with a heartfelt groan.
"I want you," Shino said again, breath tickling across the shell of Kiba's ear. Brown hair wisped around his face, skin warm against him.
"Oh, gods," Kiba whimpered.
Shino wrapped his fingers around Kiba's erection, sliding along silky flesh. Kiba's whole body tightened. Pressed against him, Shino could feel ridges of muscle tense. He licked at Kiba's ears, sucked on the lobes, nipped at his jaw. When Kiba tipped his head away, giving Shino access and baring his throat willingly, Shino bit down again--hard enough to leave a mark. Kiba hissed, hips pushing into Shino's hand. Shino stroked, too slow to bring the other man off, fast enough to tease. He felt Kiba's torso writhe, arms yanking on the jacket again.
"Fuck, Shino--fucking hell--"
"Exactly," Shino muttered. Sweat was starting to dampen Kiba's skin, pheromones swirling around them both. Kikaichuu hummed in the air, Shino's skin felt electrified, every pulse of Kiba against him like a mild shock making his flesh tremble. He rubbed his hips against Kiba's, felt the sparkle and rush of toe-curling lust coil in his stomach. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of the other man's cock, felt him groan. An arm thrashed, firmly caught in cloth.
Shino smirked. "Wanna fuck you," he said against Kiba's neck, sucking hard enough to bruise the dark skin.
Kiba nodded, still squirming with his jacket.
Shino stepped back reluctantly, glancing around the kitchen. They hadn't moved true essentials over to the apartment yet, so lube was still in their various bedrooms. But they had *food* things, and he knew there was oil somewhere--
A box labeled "cupboards-dry food" seemed promising. He yanked it open and found pots and pans. With a frustrated growl he yanked open the box labeled 'pots and pans' and found dry food and--someone loved him--oil. By the time he got it uncapped and had turned back, Kiba had *finally* struggled out of his jacket.
He was disheveled and flushed, trying to kick off his boots without actually bending over to untie them. Shino didn't wait.
"Now," he said, "I want you now," and pushed up against him, pressing the man's stomach against the island and shoving Kiba's pants downward. Tanned hands gripped the edges, knuckles white, and the mesh shirt stuck to his lover. Shino spilled oil down Kiba's lower back, watching it slide down the indent of his spine and between flesh. He yanked open his own pants with one hand, skin tingling as he brush against his cock. With the other hand he smeared oil downward, listening to Kiba's breath break as he pressed against the ring of muscle. He poured more oil just to be sure, and his finger slid in.
"Fuck," Kiba murmured, tensing.
"Relax," Shino said back, nipping at the muscles attaching neck and shoulder. He slipped another finger in, driving farther, knowing Kiba would say something if it were uncomfortable.
Gods, he just wanted *inside* the other man. *Now.* They didn't do this nearly often enough.
Kiba shuddered on every exhalation, muscles still too tight. Shino wriggled his fingers--he'd decided biology, and Kiba's biology in particular, was worth studying for this. It only took him a moment to find the prostate, to brush that little cluster of nerves.
"Holy fucking shit," Kiba whimpered, legs spreading a little wider--as wide as pants tangled around his knees would allow--and fingers flexing on the tile. "Shino--Shino--"
Fuck it all. He pulled his fingers out and pushed in with his cock, almost groaning at the feeling. He thrust all the way in, one smooth stroke, feeling Kiba tighten around him and listening to the man's broken-breath groan. In as deep as he could go, he paused and just waited a minute, giving Kiba time to get used to it. He bit down on the nape of the man's neck, leaving teeth marks, claiming Kiba as his.
His and his alone, and as terrifying as it was, they'd be married soon.
He didn't wait for Kiba to give him an okay; he started moving, slow at first, waiting to see if the Inuzuka would tell him to stop. Kiba thrust back though, every time Shino pushed forward. He grabbed the man's hips and guided them, picking up speed and power, pinning him against the kitchen island and fucking him there.
Kiba was vocal. Kiba was always vocal, and Shino was grateful for the embarrassed moment he'd had when Shikamaru had informed him he was only looking at places with good soundproofing.
Shino flattened himself against Kiba, driving with his hips, pressing into the strong back and trying to think about nothing but warm and tight and oh so good the way skin slid against skin. He was never ever ever going to let them run out of cooking oil.
"Oh, gods," he groaned, thrusting in once more and feeling his body tighten and pull. He knew he was done, and reached around to stroke Kiba, knowing he'd been hitting the prostate and it wouldn't take his lover--his *fiancé*--much, either. Silky skin between his fingers, and Kiba's body tightened with a curse and a cry, squeezing Shino's cock. Shino let his oath be washed away under Kiba's whimpering, feeling release prickle through him, dancing down his legs and up his stomach, sparking behind his eyes. His whole body tightened in a single long pull, and he emptied himself into the body before him.
The world could end, and Shino would die happy. Kiba was shaking, breathing hard, leaning on the counter. Shino leaned on him, smelling damp male skin and sex-musk. They both took a minute to just breathe, relaxing in the aftermath of fast sex.
Shino loved fast sex. Slow sex was good, too. Hell, any sex with Kiba was generally phenomenal. Eventually, though, he moved away, pulling out slowly. Kiba whimpered at that, and Shino took a voyeuristic moment to just look at his half-dressed boyfriend, still oil-slick. He rubbed a thumb over shiny skin, leaving a streak, then slid in and felt liquid between flesh. He dragged it under and down the backside of Kiba's testicles. Kiba hissed and shifted, away or into the touch, Shino couldn't tell. "Stay here," he murmured, dropping a kiss on Kiba's shoulder. Then he left the room.
The box with blankets he'd labeled himself, and even knew where it was. He opened it, pulled out one of Kiba's heavy animal-hide covers, and dragged it into the kitchen.
Kiba'd kicked off his boots and was stripping out of newly-dirty clothing, leaving it in a damp heap on the kitchen floor. Shino followed suit, then caught the other man up with an arm around his waist, tugging him close and then down to the floor. He wrapped them both in the blanket, spooning around Kiba's spine when the man lay on his side.
The strain was already creeping back into Kiba's expression, a darkness lurking in slit-pupil eyes. Shino propped himself up on one elbow, stroking his lover's arm with his free hand. He ran his fingers through shaggy hair, kissed Kiba's shoulder and neck, nuzzling against the man's ear. He felt more than heard Kiba sigh and relax.
"What's wrong?" Shino asked quietly, gauging the other man's mood.
Kiba was silent for a moment. Shino knew it had to be important, if Kiba was phrasing his thoughts.
"I guess I'm just nervous," Kiba said finally, staring out across the room. "I mean, marriage, you know?"
Shino smiled, relieved. "Yeah. Me too. I don't even know what toothpaste you use."
Kiba laughed and glanced up, then away again. Shino sobered. Maybe it was more serious than just that.
"What if we don't work out?" Kiba asked at length.
Shino rubbed a hand over well-muscled ribs, feeling the rise and swell of Kiba's abdomen. There was nothing sexier than his boyfriend, well-fucked and sated. "We'll work it out." He didn't have any other answers.
"Yeah," Kiba mumbled. "It's just scary. I just--I feel--" he stopped and sighed heavily. "It's stupid."
"What?" Shino kissed Kiba's shoulder again.
"I just feel so . . . so . . ."
Shino's heart sank. "Trapped?" he asked softly, hoping against hope that Kiba would say no. He couldn't fix that. He couldn't make Kiba feel less trapped.
"Yeah," Kiba murmured. "Trapped."
Shino used years of training to keep the wince out of his body. "It's just like before. Only now we'll be married."
"But it's not like before," Kiba said quickly. "People change when they get married, and--and--you'll expect me home and I'll expect you home and if I get back from a mission and go drinking with the guys first you'll get worried and then get angry and--"
"Kiba," Shino interrupted quietly. "It'll be okay. I promise, I'll try not to expect more than I already do. Okay?" He couldn't think of anything else that might help. He'd offer Kiba separate apartments, if he thought it would make the man feel better.
He'd offer Kiba the village if it would make the man happy.
"'M scared," Kiba mumbled, twisting until he lay on his back, far hand lifting to drift fingers along Shino's arm. He wouldn't look Shino in the face, but kept his eyes downward.
"It'll be okay," Shino responded. Kiba didn't look up, but watched his hand trace a pattern from one little scar to the next. "Hey," Shino said, reaching down and tipping Kiba's chin until he caught handsome dark eyes. "It'll be okay."
Kiba nodded wordlessly. "You scared?"
Shino paused, wondering which would be better--the truth, or a self-assured front. He opted for the truth. "Terrified."
Kiba's eyes caught his again, and held this time. "Yeah?" he asked with a wobbly smile.
Shino relaxed a little. He'd answered correctly. "Yeah." He leaned down and kissed the other man carefully, a soft brush of lips against lips. "Just think of it as living together, okay?"
Kiba nodded. "I can do that."
Shino relaxed a little more. He knew Kiba had been having problems with this whole marriage thing. He'd never really realized what a commitment-phobe Kiba was--but then, the Inuzuka didn't mate for life. Not often.
He brushed a kiss across Kiba's lips again. "It'll be fine," he murmured. To himself or to Kiba, he wasn't sure.
**
Tsume brushed at her son's kimono, tsking at the silly formality of it all. The Aburame were such *stuffed shirts.* Everything had to be perfect; perfect temple, perfect incense, perfect priests, perfect *everything.* It was all so pompous.
She glanced up into her son's face--and when had he become taller than she was?--and realized her attitude wasn't helping. Kiba looked half panicky.
He tugged at his sleeves. "Do I look really dumb?" he asked plaintively.
Tsume took his face in her hands. "You look terribly handsome. Shino's lucky."
Kiba gave her a wobbly smile. "Ma--" he began quietly.
The bells rang.
Kiba flinched and glared upward.
"Come on," Tsume said, giving the folds of cloth one last tug. "You know how paranoid that man is about this. We'd better be on time." She led the way out of the little room they'd been given for changing. The smell of incense hit her sensitive nose almost immediately. By the door her dog and Akamaru rose to their paws. Both were silent, solemn, feeling the atmosphere of their human companions. Kiba scratched behind Akamaru's ears.
"Kiba," Hana said, standing in the doorway to the temple proper. She smiled and held her hand out. "You okay?"
Tsume watched as her son nodded, offering his sister a smile. Hana's dog unfolded from her feet, and the three wolf-hybrids padded with Kiba--one on either side, and one leading the way protectively--through the door.
When Tsume rounded the corner after her children, she saw the Aburame clan head--Shino's father--glaring at the animals. But no one came between the pack, and they were lending their support.
The temple was full of Inuzuka and Amburame, the funny scent of bugs mixing with the earthy smell of dogs. And more dogs came from the aisles, those of Kiba's cousins and friends, those who knew him. They paced silent and deadly up the center, swirled around the podium, and waited.
Shino and Kiba approached together, leaving Tsume and Shino's father, Shibi, at the end. The dogs moved and shifted, a living tide of protection and family. They twisted and edged around Shino and Kiba, beginning to nose between them. There were hisses from human companions and several of the dogs broke away. One growled, low in his throat at Shino, and Akamaru bullied it off. Then only the three were left again; Akamaru, Tsume's, and Hana's. They settled in a semi-circle around the three humans, solemn and quiet. Kiba, Shino, and the priest didn't seem to notice.
Tsume took a deep, settling breath, and took her seat.
**
Kiba was pale. Halfway through the ceremony Shino took the other man's hand as subtly as he could, and heard chuckles from the people behind him. Not as subtly as he'd hoped, then. Kiba didn't seem to care; he shot Shino a grateful look, and his grip tightened. Shino rubbed his thumb over rough knuckles, concerned over the chill he felt in Kiba's skin. He broke protocol and looked at the Inuzuka openly, waiting until he'd caught Kiba's gaze and then holding it.
Kiba watched him like he was a lifeline, panic and relief swirling in a heady mix. Shino just held Kiba's eyes, remembering the first mission they'd been sent on--the first one nearly over their heads. The fear he'd seen Kiba battling, and the way he'd talked the then-boy through it.
He put all those words, all that assurance, into his gaze now and felt Kiba respond. He rubbed his thumb over rough knuckles again.
The ceremony passed in a blur. They lit candles, and the glow increased as those in the temple followed suit. More incense was lit. Shino just held his lover's gaze, willing him to remain. They read vows, repeating the formal words after the priest at his prompt. There was a moment of panic when the priest asked for the rings, until Shino's cousin, Yukio, remembered he had them and brought them forward.
Shino took Kiba's and just held it for a moment. A plain silver band, engraved with the Konoha leaf, enclosed by kikaichuu, protected by fangs. He swallowed and caught Kiba's gaze again. "You," he said softly, for Kiba's hearing only, "are the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me."
Kiba's eyes widened. He stared as Shino slipped the ring on Kiba's finger, over ragged nails and calluses. He didn't break the gaze.
Kiba smiled slowly. He took Shino's ring, eyes dropping finally. He stepped close, bringing their bodies improperly together, holding Shino's hand and sliding the ring on. "I love you," he whispered softly.
Shino knew he was grinning like an idiot. He couldn't help himself. The ring caught on a broken and badly healed knuckle, and he couldn't even bring himself to mind. Laughter ran around the room like liquid as the two of them worked it on, Kiba's shoulders shaking with mirth. It wasn't that funny, really, but the stress levels were high. Better to laugh than run.
Then Kiba looked up, rubbing at his eyes with one sleeve-covered hand. Suddenly, Shino couldn't breathe.
"Shared blood, forever travel the same path," the priest intoned, "and know that when one must go, as ninja sometimes do, you will wait for the other to join you."
There was brief pain, a small cut on his lower lip, on Kiba's lower lip.
"Join your blood and become one," the priest said, stepping back.
He didn't care if it was proper; Shino didn't even wait for the man to stop speaking before he pulled Kiba in, kissing him soundly.
In the moment before the Inuzuka clan started whooping hollers, Shino heard uncomfortable laughter from the Aburame. He didn't care about either one. He cared about Kiba's blood on his tongue, and the way his lover--his *husband*--responded to the kiss. He cared about the fear-cold skin in his hands, and the wet eyes, and the way Kiba opened his mouth willingly for Shino's tongue.
The cheering was a roar in his ears, competing with the blood pounding from his heart. It was at once the most terrifying and the most exhilarating thing he'd ever felt. The hum of kikaichuu underlay it all, making the floor vibrate. Dogs howled and barked, and he felt Akamaru dancing around them both, nipping at Tsume and Hana's dogs in excitement.
He ignored all that, too, and focused on Kiba's arms sliding around him, pulling him closer closer closer.
Tsume's bellow was impossible to ignore, though. "*Breathe*, boys! Save some smooching for the reception!"
**
The reception was being held in the Inuzuka compound, since the wedding itself--and a short time after set aside for pictures and whatnot--was done under Aburame guidelines.
Shino's father went, as did a few of his close relatives. The staunchier people, Shino was relieved to see, didn't even attempt it.
"This way, kiddo," Tsume said, grabbing his sleeve and hauling he and Kiba into Kiba's--Kiba's old--canvas home.
"Strip," Tsume said briskly.
Shino stared at her. "Uh," he began. Tsume was bold, but this was unusual even for her. He really hoped it wasn't some strange Inuzuka mating ritual that Kiba hadn't warned him about.
Tsume just smiled dryly, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Relax, kid. We've never had an outsider join the clan. We're taking some extra measures to help the mutts understand."
As if seconding her words, Tsume's dog stuffed its nose into Shino's crotch. He yelped and jumped away amid laughter between his boyf--husband, he corrected with a flush, and his mother-in-law.
Tsume walked over and began to tug at his formal kimono, undoing ties with terrifying efficiency. Before he knew it he was stripped down to his underthings, trying not to be embarrassed. It wasn't like Tsume hadn't seen it all before.
"Put this on," she said, tossing ninja black pants and a mesh shirt at him. A tightening in his stomach and groin at the scent told him in no uncertain terms that it was Kiba's.
Or maybe it was because Kiba was stripping in one corner.
"And you put this on," Tsume said, and tossed a familiar coat at her son.
"I don't get it," Shino said, pulling Kiba's mesh shirt on while Kiba donned Shino's favorite coat. The shirt Shino struggled into was too tight, but that was the brilliance of ninja mesh; it stretched.
It also exposed every kikaichuu scar he had. He watched with envy as Kiba shrugged into his jacket, and twitched his lips out of a smile when he caught the other man furtively rubbing his chin against the collar.
"It'll make you smell like an Inuzuka, and Kiba smell like you. Just trust me," Tsume said. "Your dad brought us your jacket." She lifted the flap that served as a doorway, stepping aside and waiting for them to leave.
Shino froze. He felt naked, worse than exposed, despite the fact that the sun was rapidly setting behind the trees. Everyone could see his every scar--all the millions of them.
Aburame didn't go outside uncovered.
"Here," Kiba said softly, pushing a blanket at him. "It smells like me, too."
Shino looked at it, feeling silly wrapped up in a blanket when the night was warm. Then he thought about going out there in a mesh shirt, and took the cover. "Thanks."
Bonfires were already being lit all over the grounds. He could see bits of light flickering through the trees, and three men crowded around the nearest fire, trying to get it bigger.
"No, no, like this!" one of them said, shouldering another out of the way.
"Don't be stupid. You just--"
"It needs more wood. More wood. MORE WOOD!"
Shino smiled wryly and turned away from them. They'd figure it out. Considering they'd spent their whole lives around fire, it always amazed him how many forgot what to do.
"What's this?" a deep, reserved voice said from one side.
Shino turned and saw his father. He shifted the blanket uncomfortably, suddenly even more aware of his uncovered face. "To get the dogs used to my smell," he said calmly, trying not to let his discomfort show.
His father said nothing.
Kiba appeared on his other side, the handsome, carefully groomed man from the wedding transformed into something half wild and free. Shino's jacket was too big on him--Shino was both taller and broader--and he was shirtless underneath it. Ninja black pants hung off his hips rather precariously, and Shino had one of those inopportune moments where he remembered Kiba didn't wear underwear.
He looked away quickly.
"We have to dance," Kiba said, leaning his chin on Shino's shoulder.
"What?" Shino asked, turning. "Dance?"
"Yeah. My mom says it’s a wedding thing. We have to dance."
Shino hesitated. "What kind of dancing?" His answer drifted across the twilight air; soft music played by half a dozen Inuzuka.
Kiba rolled his eyes. "Slow dancing, I guess."
Shino glanced back at his father, excusing himself wordlessly, and then with butterflies in his stomach he felt Kiba tangle their fingers together and tug him into an open space.
There was a more than awkward moment when they stood there, staring at each other. Shino started to put his hands on Kiba's waist, but the blanket was in the way, and Kiba was trying to put his hands on *Shino's* waist--
"Just because you fuck me," Kiba growled, "doesn't mean I'm the girl."
"Okay, okay," Shino said quickly, trying to figure out how they where going to work this. Finally, he grabbed the edges of the blanket and wrapped his hands around Kiba's neck, engulfing them both in the warmth.
Kiba just laughed and stepped close, linking his hands behind Shino's spine. "That works," he said, grinning. Canines gleamed in the growing firelight, brown hair burnished copper as the sun finally vanished.
Shino knew how to dance. With women. Years of formal dance lessons had drilled his feet into moving at the proper speed with the proper steps.
He felt a little out of his element, half naked under a blanket with too many eyes to count on him, shuffling to a melody he didn't know with a partner who knew how to bump and grind and that was about it.
He was marginally relieved to see Kiba apparently felt the same way.
Shino was about to claim a sore toe--well, not really, but he was fantasizing about claiming a sore toe--when other couples started to dance.
"Thank the gods," Kiba murmured, and stepped away. "I'm killing for food. You want food?"
Shino just nodded, following his lov--husband away from the dance area. Husband. That was a new one.
Their names wouldn't change, that much had been decided. Since Kiba was not and would never be an Aburame--thank the gods--and Shino was not and would never be an Inuzuka--thank more gods--they were simply going to keep their names as they were.
Food had been set out on great tables dragged from the recesses of the Inuzuka compound. Soups bubbled over fires, meat roasted, vegetables wrapped in wet cloth cooked on stone. Everything seemed to be coming together smoothly.
"I thought the Inuzuka didn't get married," Shino said, glancing around.
"We don't," Kiba answered, tearing a bit of chicken off a bone.
"This all looks awfully rehearsed." Everyone seemed to know just where to go and what to do.
"We have parties like this for any children born. We stay in practice," Kiba said with a wicked grin.
Shino thought about that, peering down at a dog that likely weighed as much as he did. It stared back out of blue eyes, then lifted its nose--and howled.
The other dogs picked it up, and suddenly the forest was echoing with unearthly howling and human laughter.
Kiba cleared his throat, pointedly not looking at Shino. "Um. Want a drink?" he asked, pitching his voice to be heard over the cacophony.
"Sure," Shino said uncertainly. Everyone was looking at them. The musicians had stopped playing. The noise continued.
Kiba poured a glass of red wine, yanked the top off a beer, handed the glass to Shino and said, "Do this." He linked his arm around Shino's and took a long chug of beer.
Awkwardly, Shino sipped his wine. He'd barely swallowed when Kiba turned to him and kissed him--nothing passionate, just a brush of lips over lips.
Everyone cheered.
Shino blinked, realizing he'd just been bamboozled into one of those stupid wedding traditions his father said were beneath the Aburame. "How do you have traditions," he said slowly, "if you never get married?"
"Parents of the kids," Kiba answered with a shrug. "They may not marry, but there's a whole night of partying, and the parents agree to be bound together to support the child--whether or not they actually live together." He smiled ruefully. "I guess I should've warned you about this."
Shino gave Kiba a weak glare. "It would have been nice."
"Come on, Shino-kun," Tsume said, appearing at his elbow and yanking on his arm. "Come dance with me."
Shino-kun? He couldn't remember the last time someone had called him Shino-kun. Well, someone other than Hinata.
He glanced up at Kiba and realized the other man had been dragged to the dance floor by his sister.
"Having fun?" Tsume asked him as the music picked up.
"Uh--"
"You will. You just need to drink more." Tsume grinned and winked. "And trust me, you'll be doing more of that, too!"
**
The world was spinning. His father was being accosted by two women. The dogs kept tripping him up. But Kiba was laughing, so things were good.
He'd never had so much to drink in his LIFE, and his blanket had gone missing, and somehow he just didn't care that his father wouldn’t approve or that the firelight caught and gleamed against each and every kikaichuu scar.
"Dance!" Kiba laughed, grabbing him by the wrist and tugging him into a mass of smelly, writhing bodies with entirely too much muscle and fur. Someone took up the Howl, as Shino had started to think of it, and he and Kiba obediently linked, drank, and kissed.
It was getting significantly more difficult. He was glad mesh shirts didn't stain easily, because he had more wine ON him than IN him anymore. Kiba spun him in a whirling stomping dance, and he just went with it, staggering along behind and doing his best not to fall over. He knew his bugs were scattered, as drunk off him as he was off wine, but he wasn't worried about them. Not too much, anyway.
"Water," he gasped on a laugh, and fought his way free of the crowd. He staggered to the tables, lit with torches now set in--things that didn't fall over. He wasn't eloquent when drunk, and he was definitely drunk.
Sooooo drunk.
Shino fell into a chair next to a woman laughing--at him, obviously--and smiled sloppily at her.
She took his glasses and smooched his nose. Shino just looked at her, befuddled.
"You're too cute, little brother."
Little brother? He squinted. Hana--Kiba's older sister.
"Look," she said, gesturing to the ground. "The dogs like you."
He glanced over--or thought he did, but nearly fell in the process--and saw that, indeed, five dogs were happily sniffing his Kiba-scented pants. "That's nice," he said, and patted one of them. The dogs had spent most of the night trying to separate him and Kiba, though that seemed to have settled somewhat in the last few hours.
Or maybe he was too drunk to notice.
"Hey, handsome," Kiba said, dropping heavily into his lap. "Your coat is so fucking hot."
Shino grinned and adjusted it on Kiba. "Looks good on you."
"Hot."
"You wear fur," Shino felt the need to point out cheerily. "What are you complaining about?"
"Hot. Gimme that." Kiba nodded toward the table.
Shino reached around Kiba, whose arms were locked around his neck, and grabbed some kind of meat off a platter. He took a bite, and gave the other bite to his lover. Husband. He grinned.
The Howl started up again. With a groan he drank MORE--Kiba's beer this time, as his wine seemed to have gone missing. It didn't taste so bad when his tastebuds were half dead from alcohol poisoning.
Then he kissed Kiba *very* thoroughly, tongue and all.
"Soooo need to fuck," Kiba murmured against Shino's mouth.
Shino smiled slowly. The world was still spinning lazily around him. "Yeah."
"Kiba! Kiba! Dance me! Dance me!" a child sang, grabbing hold of the too-big jacket and tugging.
Kiba groaned but got to his feet, giving Shino one quick grin before vanishing into the crowd. Shino sighed and watched him go, trying not to think about fucking.
That way led to hard ons, and hard ons were embarrassing in the middle of everyone and without even his jacket to hide it.
"Shino."
He yanked to attention, staggering up to his feet to face his father.
The man smiled slightly; no more than a shift of skin above his high collar, but Shino knew what it was.
"I'm headed home. Congratulations."
Shino grinned widely and bowed too low, nearly falling over in the process. By the time he'd righted himself, his father had gone.
The stars winked through tree branches, the moon pale and full. A dog circled his legs and nudged at him, then another one joined it.
A third came up, and he staggered to one side when it nudged a little too hard. A fourth appeared. A fifth. They pushed and surged around him, making him move while helping him stay upright. A particularly big dog caught him when he tripped on nothing and almost fell. He kept his hand fisted in its fur as the others seemed to melt from shadows and out of the crowd, yipping and barking and starting to howl again. Then the hybrids had pushed the people aside, and he saw another half dozen dogs led by Akamaru coming toward him, Kiba corralled.
The people cheered and laughed and Shino caught Kiba in a half-embrace, nearly falling under the crush of furry animals.
"What--?" he managed, head tucked close to Kiba's.
Kiba pushed into him, propping each other up. "The pack accepts us," he said on a giggle. "Hooray for us!" He drank beer, offered the bottle to Shino.
Shino shook his head and pushed it away. "Water."
Kiba pointed back toward the table, where Shino had been sitting a moment before. Shino gave Kiba another kiss, then started toward the water--only to be stopped by a tide of dog.
Kiba was laughing. "First, they wanted us separate, now they want us together," he said, falling away and then braced up by a red wolf-thing. "Stupid mutts." He cuffed one affectionately. It ducked out of range and snapped back, tongue lolling happily.
Shino grabbed Kiba by the oversized coat. "Water," he said again, and dragged the Inuzuka *with* him to the table.
That, the dogs allowed.
**
second post
This story is rated NC-17. Like, whoa. Like, whoooooooa, Nellie. There is so much smut in this fic that if you're asexual, you will suddenly be bisexual. Onmi-sexual, even. Heaven help you if you're not asexual.
Also, it's in two posts because LJ wouldn't let me put it in one. :P
Don't owe. Don't sue. :)
This is the sixth Kiba/Shino story. For a complete list of the others, go here and scroll down slightly. :)
To Have 1/1
JBMcDragon
Kiba coughed up vomit, spitting the rest of it out of his mouth. He wiped his lips with the back of a trembling wrist. "I can't do this," he said hoarsely. "I just can't."
Hinata's small hand rubbed circles on his back, trying to be soothing but really just distracting. "It'll be fine, Kiba," she said, and he could almost hear the worry on her face.
"Everything will go wrong and it'll be *terrible,*" Kiba said, staring at his vomit slowly soaking into the forest floor.
"Things will be fine. And if they do go wrong, well, those are the best kinds of weddings. The ones everyone tells stories about and laughs over later."
At the word 'weddings,' his stomach tightened and nearly heaved again. He took deep breaths, trying to settle it. "I didn't mean the ceremony," he said finally, when he was sure he could speak. "I meant being *married.*"
Inuzuka didn't get married. *He'd* never expected to get married. Married to Shino, married to a woman--it didn't matter. It was all a nasty little cage, and after the ceremony everything would change. People *changed* when they got married.
It was all wrong.
"Kiba-kun, it's just pre-marital jitters. Everyone has them. Why don't you go see Shino? It'll make things better. Talk to him. I bet he's nervous, too."
Shino was never nervous about anything. Kiba decided to go see him anyway.
**
"Tell him I don't care," Shino said to the messenger, trying to figure out where *this* box should go. Kiba had ditched him after dropping off his belongings the day before, leaving Shino to get things settled into their new apartment before the wedding.
Tomorrow.
Gods, was it really only one more night that he'd officially be a bachelor? He rubbed his brow in a rare display of exhaustion and stress.
"But your father is concerned--"
"Tell him I *don't care*," Shino repeated, louder. What did it matter if they ran out of matches? People could light one candle off another. He stopped, looking past the messenger in his doorway to the figure trudging toward him, giant dog slinking along behind. Shoulders were hunched against the midday sun, hands shoved in heavy coat pockets. "Kiba!" he yelled, and nearly shoved his father's man aside. "Thank the gods! *Where* should I put this? You labeled it 'stuff.'" The Inuzuka didn't know how to pack.
Kiba shrugged negligently. "I guess there's stuff in it. Can't we just leave it in the main room?"
Shino looked blandly at Kiba--knowing he would feel it even behind Aburame reserve and dark glasses. "Sure. Where do you suggest?"
The main room was filled with boxes.
Kiba looked around and sighed.
The messenger--apparently realizing he was about to be soundly ignored--left, muttering under his breath. Shino soundly ignored him.
"What does it fucking matter?" Kiba muttered, skulking inside and glowering around.
Shino paused. He tugged the door closed, making his way around boxes until he could reach Kiba. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Kiba muttered. "Just--" he dragged his hands through an unruly mass of brown hair, then shook his head and stuffed them back in his pockets. "Nothing."
It was an awfully big nothing, Shino suspected. It wasn't like they weren't both under a great deal of stress, anyway. A wedding, two families constantly bickering, moving, and missions on top of it.
They got the five days after their wedding off--but that was about it.
"Hey," Shino said soothingly, "what's the matter?"
Kiba shrugged away from him. "It's nothing. Stupid. Nothing. Nevermind."
For a moment, it looked like Kiba was going to leave. Shino decided it was time for drastic measures. He caught the other man, tugging him close and into a kiss. Kiba didn't resist. Kiba never resisted kissing.
The body against him started to soften. He teased Kiba's mouth with his tongue, felt hands slide up his arms after a long hesitation. Shino broke the kiss, checking the area around them, watching for boxes. Then he started pushing.
Kiba fell back, trusting Shino to guide him and keep him from tripping. With light pressures of his hands, Shino did so, steering him toward the kitchen. There was at least *some* space there.
Kiba didn't protest. Shino's hands worked at the loops holding the bulky jacket closed, tugging here and there to make Kiba move around boxes. Around a wall, into the other room. He kept pushing until his boyfriend backed up against the center island and stopped.
"I want you," Shino murmured, mouth to mouth. He could practically hear the other man's heartbeat pick up.
"Now?" Kiba asked on a near-whimper. Shino's hands finally slid inside the coat, fingers skimming along mesh.
"Now. Later. I just always want you," he murmured, nosing against Kiba's jaw. The man's head tipped up, exposing the line of his throat, and Shino bit on a tendon none too gently. Muscles tensed and flexed under his hands. He lipped at warm, tanned skin, pushing back the jacket, sliding it down Kiba's arms and leaving it there so they were pinned. He let his lover work at getting it off while he stooped, sweeping his tongue over a dark nipple, then pausing to suck when it elicited a jump. Kiba whimpered and pushed against him, dragging at cloth in an attempt to get his coat off. Shino ignored it, sliding his hands down Kiba's waist, tucking his thumbs under the ninja blacks and feeling the swell of muscle leading downward.
"Damn it, Shino," Kiba muttered, still struggling with his coat. Shino smiled sadistically and pressed the other man harder against the island, hampering his movements further. Kiba didn't want to talk about what was wrong? That was all right. A little pushy sex, an orgasm, it would all help loosen the other man's tongue.
Kiba was nothing if not predictable. And Shino certainly didn't mind the sex. He licked a nipple, felt Kiba jump, and started to unhook the man's pants.
Kiba was already hard. Shino knew just how that felt. Kiba also wasn't wearing underwear, but Shino knew that, too. Two months without underwear, and just the thought of it still made him half-hard at the most inopportune of moments.
Luckily, this wasn't an inopportune moment.
He straightened, pressing in chest to chest. Kiba tried to move away from the counter, and Shino bit down on his collarbone in a silent reprimand. He pushed into Kiba with his body, checking him against the island. When his boyfriend began to object Shino ground his hips against the other man. He subsided with a heartfelt groan.
"I want you," Shino said again, breath tickling across the shell of Kiba's ear. Brown hair wisped around his face, skin warm against him.
"Oh, gods," Kiba whimpered.
Shino wrapped his fingers around Kiba's erection, sliding along silky flesh. Kiba's whole body tightened. Pressed against him, Shino could feel ridges of muscle tense. He licked at Kiba's ears, sucked on the lobes, nipped at his jaw. When Kiba tipped his head away, giving Shino access and baring his throat willingly, Shino bit down again--hard enough to leave a mark. Kiba hissed, hips pushing into Shino's hand. Shino stroked, too slow to bring the other man off, fast enough to tease. He felt Kiba's torso writhe, arms yanking on the jacket again.
"Fuck, Shino--fucking hell--"
"Exactly," Shino muttered. Sweat was starting to dampen Kiba's skin, pheromones swirling around them both. Kikaichuu hummed in the air, Shino's skin felt electrified, every pulse of Kiba against him like a mild shock making his flesh tremble. He rubbed his hips against Kiba's, felt the sparkle and rush of toe-curling lust coil in his stomach. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of the other man's cock, felt him groan. An arm thrashed, firmly caught in cloth.
Shino smirked. "Wanna fuck you," he said against Kiba's neck, sucking hard enough to bruise the dark skin.
Kiba nodded, still squirming with his jacket.
Shino stepped back reluctantly, glancing around the kitchen. They hadn't moved true essentials over to the apartment yet, so lube was still in their various bedrooms. But they had *food* things, and he knew there was oil somewhere--
A box labeled "cupboards-dry food" seemed promising. He yanked it open and found pots and pans. With a frustrated growl he yanked open the box labeled 'pots and pans' and found dry food and--someone loved him--oil. By the time he got it uncapped and had turned back, Kiba had *finally* struggled out of his jacket.
He was disheveled and flushed, trying to kick off his boots without actually bending over to untie them. Shino didn't wait.
"Now," he said, "I want you now," and pushed up against him, pressing the man's stomach against the island and shoving Kiba's pants downward. Tanned hands gripped the edges, knuckles white, and the mesh shirt stuck to his lover. Shino spilled oil down Kiba's lower back, watching it slide down the indent of his spine and between flesh. He yanked open his own pants with one hand, skin tingling as he brush against his cock. With the other hand he smeared oil downward, listening to Kiba's breath break as he pressed against the ring of muscle. He poured more oil just to be sure, and his finger slid in.
"Fuck," Kiba murmured, tensing.
"Relax," Shino said back, nipping at the muscles attaching neck and shoulder. He slipped another finger in, driving farther, knowing Kiba would say something if it were uncomfortable.
Gods, he just wanted *inside* the other man. *Now.* They didn't do this nearly often enough.
Kiba shuddered on every exhalation, muscles still too tight. Shino wriggled his fingers--he'd decided biology, and Kiba's biology in particular, was worth studying for this. It only took him a moment to find the prostate, to brush that little cluster of nerves.
"Holy fucking shit," Kiba whimpered, legs spreading a little wider--as wide as pants tangled around his knees would allow--and fingers flexing on the tile. "Shino--Shino--"
Fuck it all. He pulled his fingers out and pushed in with his cock, almost groaning at the feeling. He thrust all the way in, one smooth stroke, feeling Kiba tighten around him and listening to the man's broken-breath groan. In as deep as he could go, he paused and just waited a minute, giving Kiba time to get used to it. He bit down on the nape of the man's neck, leaving teeth marks, claiming Kiba as his.
His and his alone, and as terrifying as it was, they'd be married soon.
He didn't wait for Kiba to give him an okay; he started moving, slow at first, waiting to see if the Inuzuka would tell him to stop. Kiba thrust back though, every time Shino pushed forward. He grabbed the man's hips and guided them, picking up speed and power, pinning him against the kitchen island and fucking him there.
Kiba was vocal. Kiba was always vocal, and Shino was grateful for the embarrassed moment he'd had when Shikamaru had informed him he was only looking at places with good soundproofing.
Shino flattened himself against Kiba, driving with his hips, pressing into the strong back and trying to think about nothing but warm and tight and oh so good the way skin slid against skin. He was never ever ever going to let them run out of cooking oil.
"Oh, gods," he groaned, thrusting in once more and feeling his body tighten and pull. He knew he was done, and reached around to stroke Kiba, knowing he'd been hitting the prostate and it wouldn't take his lover--his *fiancé*--much, either. Silky skin between his fingers, and Kiba's body tightened with a curse and a cry, squeezing Shino's cock. Shino let his oath be washed away under Kiba's whimpering, feeling release prickle through him, dancing down his legs and up his stomach, sparking behind his eyes. His whole body tightened in a single long pull, and he emptied himself into the body before him.
The world could end, and Shino would die happy. Kiba was shaking, breathing hard, leaning on the counter. Shino leaned on him, smelling damp male skin and sex-musk. They both took a minute to just breathe, relaxing in the aftermath of fast sex.
Shino loved fast sex. Slow sex was good, too. Hell, any sex with Kiba was generally phenomenal. Eventually, though, he moved away, pulling out slowly. Kiba whimpered at that, and Shino took a voyeuristic moment to just look at his half-dressed boyfriend, still oil-slick. He rubbed a thumb over shiny skin, leaving a streak, then slid in and felt liquid between flesh. He dragged it under and down the backside of Kiba's testicles. Kiba hissed and shifted, away or into the touch, Shino couldn't tell. "Stay here," he murmured, dropping a kiss on Kiba's shoulder. Then he left the room.
The box with blankets he'd labeled himself, and even knew where it was. He opened it, pulled out one of Kiba's heavy animal-hide covers, and dragged it into the kitchen.
Kiba'd kicked off his boots and was stripping out of newly-dirty clothing, leaving it in a damp heap on the kitchen floor. Shino followed suit, then caught the other man up with an arm around his waist, tugging him close and then down to the floor. He wrapped them both in the blanket, spooning around Kiba's spine when the man lay on his side.
The strain was already creeping back into Kiba's expression, a darkness lurking in slit-pupil eyes. Shino propped himself up on one elbow, stroking his lover's arm with his free hand. He ran his fingers through shaggy hair, kissed Kiba's shoulder and neck, nuzzling against the man's ear. He felt more than heard Kiba sigh and relax.
"What's wrong?" Shino asked quietly, gauging the other man's mood.
Kiba was silent for a moment. Shino knew it had to be important, if Kiba was phrasing his thoughts.
"I guess I'm just nervous," Kiba said finally, staring out across the room. "I mean, marriage, you know?"
Shino smiled, relieved. "Yeah. Me too. I don't even know what toothpaste you use."
Kiba laughed and glanced up, then away again. Shino sobered. Maybe it was more serious than just that.
"What if we don't work out?" Kiba asked at length.
Shino rubbed a hand over well-muscled ribs, feeling the rise and swell of Kiba's abdomen. There was nothing sexier than his boyfriend, well-fucked and sated. "We'll work it out." He didn't have any other answers.
"Yeah," Kiba mumbled. "It's just scary. I just--I feel--" he stopped and sighed heavily. "It's stupid."
"What?" Shino kissed Kiba's shoulder again.
"I just feel so . . . so . . ."
Shino's heart sank. "Trapped?" he asked softly, hoping against hope that Kiba would say no. He couldn't fix that. He couldn't make Kiba feel less trapped.
"Yeah," Kiba murmured. "Trapped."
Shino used years of training to keep the wince out of his body. "It's just like before. Only now we'll be married."
"But it's not like before," Kiba said quickly. "People change when they get married, and--and--you'll expect me home and I'll expect you home and if I get back from a mission and go drinking with the guys first you'll get worried and then get angry and--"
"Kiba," Shino interrupted quietly. "It'll be okay. I promise, I'll try not to expect more than I already do. Okay?" He couldn't think of anything else that might help. He'd offer Kiba separate apartments, if he thought it would make the man feel better.
He'd offer Kiba the village if it would make the man happy.
"'M scared," Kiba mumbled, twisting until he lay on his back, far hand lifting to drift fingers along Shino's arm. He wouldn't look Shino in the face, but kept his eyes downward.
"It'll be okay," Shino responded. Kiba didn't look up, but watched his hand trace a pattern from one little scar to the next. "Hey," Shino said, reaching down and tipping Kiba's chin until he caught handsome dark eyes. "It'll be okay."
Kiba nodded wordlessly. "You scared?"
Shino paused, wondering which would be better--the truth, or a self-assured front. He opted for the truth. "Terrified."
Kiba's eyes caught his again, and held this time. "Yeah?" he asked with a wobbly smile.
Shino relaxed a little. He'd answered correctly. "Yeah." He leaned down and kissed the other man carefully, a soft brush of lips against lips. "Just think of it as living together, okay?"
Kiba nodded. "I can do that."
Shino relaxed a little more. He knew Kiba had been having problems with this whole marriage thing. He'd never really realized what a commitment-phobe Kiba was--but then, the Inuzuka didn't mate for life. Not often.
He brushed a kiss across Kiba's lips again. "It'll be fine," he murmured. To himself or to Kiba, he wasn't sure.
**
Tsume brushed at her son's kimono, tsking at the silly formality of it all. The Aburame were such *stuffed shirts.* Everything had to be perfect; perfect temple, perfect incense, perfect priests, perfect *everything.* It was all so pompous.
She glanced up into her son's face--and when had he become taller than she was?--and realized her attitude wasn't helping. Kiba looked half panicky.
He tugged at his sleeves. "Do I look really dumb?" he asked plaintively.
Tsume took his face in her hands. "You look terribly handsome. Shino's lucky."
Kiba gave her a wobbly smile. "Ma--" he began quietly.
The bells rang.
Kiba flinched and glared upward.
"Come on," Tsume said, giving the folds of cloth one last tug. "You know how paranoid that man is about this. We'd better be on time." She led the way out of the little room they'd been given for changing. The smell of incense hit her sensitive nose almost immediately. By the door her dog and Akamaru rose to their paws. Both were silent, solemn, feeling the atmosphere of their human companions. Kiba scratched behind Akamaru's ears.
"Kiba," Hana said, standing in the doorway to the temple proper. She smiled and held her hand out. "You okay?"
Tsume watched as her son nodded, offering his sister a smile. Hana's dog unfolded from her feet, and the three wolf-hybrids padded with Kiba--one on either side, and one leading the way protectively--through the door.
When Tsume rounded the corner after her children, she saw the Aburame clan head--Shino's father--glaring at the animals. But no one came between the pack, and they were lending their support.
The temple was full of Inuzuka and Amburame, the funny scent of bugs mixing with the earthy smell of dogs. And more dogs came from the aisles, those of Kiba's cousins and friends, those who knew him. They paced silent and deadly up the center, swirled around the podium, and waited.
Shino and Kiba approached together, leaving Tsume and Shino's father, Shibi, at the end. The dogs moved and shifted, a living tide of protection and family. They twisted and edged around Shino and Kiba, beginning to nose between them. There were hisses from human companions and several of the dogs broke away. One growled, low in his throat at Shino, and Akamaru bullied it off. Then only the three were left again; Akamaru, Tsume's, and Hana's. They settled in a semi-circle around the three humans, solemn and quiet. Kiba, Shino, and the priest didn't seem to notice.
Tsume took a deep, settling breath, and took her seat.
**
Kiba was pale. Halfway through the ceremony Shino took the other man's hand as subtly as he could, and heard chuckles from the people behind him. Not as subtly as he'd hoped, then. Kiba didn't seem to care; he shot Shino a grateful look, and his grip tightened. Shino rubbed his thumb over rough knuckles, concerned over the chill he felt in Kiba's skin. He broke protocol and looked at the Inuzuka openly, waiting until he'd caught Kiba's gaze and then holding it.
Kiba watched him like he was a lifeline, panic and relief swirling in a heady mix. Shino just held Kiba's eyes, remembering the first mission they'd been sent on--the first one nearly over their heads. The fear he'd seen Kiba battling, and the way he'd talked the then-boy through it.
He put all those words, all that assurance, into his gaze now and felt Kiba respond. He rubbed his thumb over rough knuckles again.
The ceremony passed in a blur. They lit candles, and the glow increased as those in the temple followed suit. More incense was lit. Shino just held his lover's gaze, willing him to remain. They read vows, repeating the formal words after the priest at his prompt. There was a moment of panic when the priest asked for the rings, until Shino's cousin, Yukio, remembered he had them and brought them forward.
Shino took Kiba's and just held it for a moment. A plain silver band, engraved with the Konoha leaf, enclosed by kikaichuu, protected by fangs. He swallowed and caught Kiba's gaze again. "You," he said softly, for Kiba's hearing only, "are the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me."
Kiba's eyes widened. He stared as Shino slipped the ring on Kiba's finger, over ragged nails and calluses. He didn't break the gaze.
Kiba smiled slowly. He took Shino's ring, eyes dropping finally. He stepped close, bringing their bodies improperly together, holding Shino's hand and sliding the ring on. "I love you," he whispered softly.
Shino knew he was grinning like an idiot. He couldn't help himself. The ring caught on a broken and badly healed knuckle, and he couldn't even bring himself to mind. Laughter ran around the room like liquid as the two of them worked it on, Kiba's shoulders shaking with mirth. It wasn't that funny, really, but the stress levels were high. Better to laugh than run.
Then Kiba looked up, rubbing at his eyes with one sleeve-covered hand. Suddenly, Shino couldn't breathe.
"Shared blood, forever travel the same path," the priest intoned, "and know that when one must go, as ninja sometimes do, you will wait for the other to join you."
There was brief pain, a small cut on his lower lip, on Kiba's lower lip.
"Join your blood and become one," the priest said, stepping back.
He didn't care if it was proper; Shino didn't even wait for the man to stop speaking before he pulled Kiba in, kissing him soundly.
In the moment before the Inuzuka clan started whooping hollers, Shino heard uncomfortable laughter from the Aburame. He didn't care about either one. He cared about Kiba's blood on his tongue, and the way his lover--his *husband*--responded to the kiss. He cared about the fear-cold skin in his hands, and the wet eyes, and the way Kiba opened his mouth willingly for Shino's tongue.
The cheering was a roar in his ears, competing with the blood pounding from his heart. It was at once the most terrifying and the most exhilarating thing he'd ever felt. The hum of kikaichuu underlay it all, making the floor vibrate. Dogs howled and barked, and he felt Akamaru dancing around them both, nipping at Tsume and Hana's dogs in excitement.
He ignored all that, too, and focused on Kiba's arms sliding around him, pulling him closer closer closer.
Tsume's bellow was impossible to ignore, though. "*Breathe*, boys! Save some smooching for the reception!"
**
The reception was being held in the Inuzuka compound, since the wedding itself--and a short time after set aside for pictures and whatnot--was done under Aburame guidelines.
Shino's father went, as did a few of his close relatives. The staunchier people, Shino was relieved to see, didn't even attempt it.
"This way, kiddo," Tsume said, grabbing his sleeve and hauling he and Kiba into Kiba's--Kiba's old--canvas home.
"Strip," Tsume said briskly.
Shino stared at her. "Uh," he began. Tsume was bold, but this was unusual even for her. He really hoped it wasn't some strange Inuzuka mating ritual that Kiba hadn't warned him about.
Tsume just smiled dryly, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Relax, kid. We've never had an outsider join the clan. We're taking some extra measures to help the mutts understand."
As if seconding her words, Tsume's dog stuffed its nose into Shino's crotch. He yelped and jumped away amid laughter between his boyf--husband, he corrected with a flush, and his mother-in-law.
Tsume walked over and began to tug at his formal kimono, undoing ties with terrifying efficiency. Before he knew it he was stripped down to his underthings, trying not to be embarrassed. It wasn't like Tsume hadn't seen it all before.
"Put this on," she said, tossing ninja black pants and a mesh shirt at him. A tightening in his stomach and groin at the scent told him in no uncertain terms that it was Kiba's.
Or maybe it was because Kiba was stripping in one corner.
"And you put this on," Tsume said, and tossed a familiar coat at her son.
"I don't get it," Shino said, pulling Kiba's mesh shirt on while Kiba donned Shino's favorite coat. The shirt Shino struggled into was too tight, but that was the brilliance of ninja mesh; it stretched.
It also exposed every kikaichuu scar he had. He watched with envy as Kiba shrugged into his jacket, and twitched his lips out of a smile when he caught the other man furtively rubbing his chin against the collar.
"It'll make you smell like an Inuzuka, and Kiba smell like you. Just trust me," Tsume said. "Your dad brought us your jacket." She lifted the flap that served as a doorway, stepping aside and waiting for them to leave.
Shino froze. He felt naked, worse than exposed, despite the fact that the sun was rapidly setting behind the trees. Everyone could see his every scar--all the millions of them.
Aburame didn't go outside uncovered.
"Here," Kiba said softly, pushing a blanket at him. "It smells like me, too."
Shino looked at it, feeling silly wrapped up in a blanket when the night was warm. Then he thought about going out there in a mesh shirt, and took the cover. "Thanks."
Bonfires were already being lit all over the grounds. He could see bits of light flickering through the trees, and three men crowded around the nearest fire, trying to get it bigger.
"No, no, like this!" one of them said, shouldering another out of the way.
"Don't be stupid. You just--"
"It needs more wood. More wood. MORE WOOD!"
Shino smiled wryly and turned away from them. They'd figure it out. Considering they'd spent their whole lives around fire, it always amazed him how many forgot what to do.
"What's this?" a deep, reserved voice said from one side.
Shino turned and saw his father. He shifted the blanket uncomfortably, suddenly even more aware of his uncovered face. "To get the dogs used to my smell," he said calmly, trying not to let his discomfort show.
His father said nothing.
Kiba appeared on his other side, the handsome, carefully groomed man from the wedding transformed into something half wild and free. Shino's jacket was too big on him--Shino was both taller and broader--and he was shirtless underneath it. Ninja black pants hung off his hips rather precariously, and Shino had one of those inopportune moments where he remembered Kiba didn't wear underwear.
He looked away quickly.
"We have to dance," Kiba said, leaning his chin on Shino's shoulder.
"What?" Shino asked, turning. "Dance?"
"Yeah. My mom says it’s a wedding thing. We have to dance."
Shino hesitated. "What kind of dancing?" His answer drifted across the twilight air; soft music played by half a dozen Inuzuka.
Kiba rolled his eyes. "Slow dancing, I guess."
Shino glanced back at his father, excusing himself wordlessly, and then with butterflies in his stomach he felt Kiba tangle their fingers together and tug him into an open space.
There was a more than awkward moment when they stood there, staring at each other. Shino started to put his hands on Kiba's waist, but the blanket was in the way, and Kiba was trying to put his hands on *Shino's* waist--
"Just because you fuck me," Kiba growled, "doesn't mean I'm the girl."
"Okay, okay," Shino said quickly, trying to figure out how they where going to work this. Finally, he grabbed the edges of the blanket and wrapped his hands around Kiba's neck, engulfing them both in the warmth.
Kiba just laughed and stepped close, linking his hands behind Shino's spine. "That works," he said, grinning. Canines gleamed in the growing firelight, brown hair burnished copper as the sun finally vanished.
Shino knew how to dance. With women. Years of formal dance lessons had drilled his feet into moving at the proper speed with the proper steps.
He felt a little out of his element, half naked under a blanket with too many eyes to count on him, shuffling to a melody he didn't know with a partner who knew how to bump and grind and that was about it.
He was marginally relieved to see Kiba apparently felt the same way.
Shino was about to claim a sore toe--well, not really, but he was fantasizing about claiming a sore toe--when other couples started to dance.
"Thank the gods," Kiba murmured, and stepped away. "I'm killing for food. You want food?"
Shino just nodded, following his lov--husband away from the dance area. Husband. That was a new one.
Their names wouldn't change, that much had been decided. Since Kiba was not and would never be an Aburame--thank the gods--and Shino was not and would never be an Inuzuka--thank more gods--they were simply going to keep their names as they were.
Food had been set out on great tables dragged from the recesses of the Inuzuka compound. Soups bubbled over fires, meat roasted, vegetables wrapped in wet cloth cooked on stone. Everything seemed to be coming together smoothly.
"I thought the Inuzuka didn't get married," Shino said, glancing around.
"We don't," Kiba answered, tearing a bit of chicken off a bone.
"This all looks awfully rehearsed." Everyone seemed to know just where to go and what to do.
"We have parties like this for any children born. We stay in practice," Kiba said with a wicked grin.
Shino thought about that, peering down at a dog that likely weighed as much as he did. It stared back out of blue eyes, then lifted its nose--and howled.
The other dogs picked it up, and suddenly the forest was echoing with unearthly howling and human laughter.
Kiba cleared his throat, pointedly not looking at Shino. "Um. Want a drink?" he asked, pitching his voice to be heard over the cacophony.
"Sure," Shino said uncertainly. Everyone was looking at them. The musicians had stopped playing. The noise continued.
Kiba poured a glass of red wine, yanked the top off a beer, handed the glass to Shino and said, "Do this." He linked his arm around Shino's and took a long chug of beer.
Awkwardly, Shino sipped his wine. He'd barely swallowed when Kiba turned to him and kissed him--nothing passionate, just a brush of lips over lips.
Everyone cheered.
Shino blinked, realizing he'd just been bamboozled into one of those stupid wedding traditions his father said were beneath the Aburame. "How do you have traditions," he said slowly, "if you never get married?"
"Parents of the kids," Kiba answered with a shrug. "They may not marry, but there's a whole night of partying, and the parents agree to be bound together to support the child--whether or not they actually live together." He smiled ruefully. "I guess I should've warned you about this."
Shino gave Kiba a weak glare. "It would have been nice."
"Come on, Shino-kun," Tsume said, appearing at his elbow and yanking on his arm. "Come dance with me."
Shino-kun? He couldn't remember the last time someone had called him Shino-kun. Well, someone other than Hinata.
He glanced up at Kiba and realized the other man had been dragged to the dance floor by his sister.
"Having fun?" Tsume asked him as the music picked up.
"Uh--"
"You will. You just need to drink more." Tsume grinned and winked. "And trust me, you'll be doing more of that, too!"
**
The world was spinning. His father was being accosted by two women. The dogs kept tripping him up. But Kiba was laughing, so things were good.
He'd never had so much to drink in his LIFE, and his blanket had gone missing, and somehow he just didn't care that his father wouldn’t approve or that the firelight caught and gleamed against each and every kikaichuu scar.
"Dance!" Kiba laughed, grabbing him by the wrist and tugging him into a mass of smelly, writhing bodies with entirely too much muscle and fur. Someone took up the Howl, as Shino had started to think of it, and he and Kiba obediently linked, drank, and kissed.
It was getting significantly more difficult. He was glad mesh shirts didn't stain easily, because he had more wine ON him than IN him anymore. Kiba spun him in a whirling stomping dance, and he just went with it, staggering along behind and doing his best not to fall over. He knew his bugs were scattered, as drunk off him as he was off wine, but he wasn't worried about them. Not too much, anyway.
"Water," he gasped on a laugh, and fought his way free of the crowd. He staggered to the tables, lit with torches now set in--things that didn't fall over. He wasn't eloquent when drunk, and he was definitely drunk.
Sooooo drunk.
Shino fell into a chair next to a woman laughing--at him, obviously--and smiled sloppily at her.
She took his glasses and smooched his nose. Shino just looked at her, befuddled.
"You're too cute, little brother."
Little brother? He squinted. Hana--Kiba's older sister.
"Look," she said, gesturing to the ground. "The dogs like you."
He glanced over--or thought he did, but nearly fell in the process--and saw that, indeed, five dogs were happily sniffing his Kiba-scented pants. "That's nice," he said, and patted one of them. The dogs had spent most of the night trying to separate him and Kiba, though that seemed to have settled somewhat in the last few hours.
Or maybe he was too drunk to notice.
"Hey, handsome," Kiba said, dropping heavily into his lap. "Your coat is so fucking hot."
Shino grinned and adjusted it on Kiba. "Looks good on you."
"Hot."
"You wear fur," Shino felt the need to point out cheerily. "What are you complaining about?"
"Hot. Gimme that." Kiba nodded toward the table.
Shino reached around Kiba, whose arms were locked around his neck, and grabbed some kind of meat off a platter. He took a bite, and gave the other bite to his lover. Husband. He grinned.
The Howl started up again. With a groan he drank MORE--Kiba's beer this time, as his wine seemed to have gone missing. It didn't taste so bad when his tastebuds were half dead from alcohol poisoning.
Then he kissed Kiba *very* thoroughly, tongue and all.
"Soooo need to fuck," Kiba murmured against Shino's mouth.
Shino smiled slowly. The world was still spinning lazily around him. "Yeah."
"Kiba! Kiba! Dance me! Dance me!" a child sang, grabbing hold of the too-big jacket and tugging.
Kiba groaned but got to his feet, giving Shino one quick grin before vanishing into the crowd. Shino sighed and watched him go, trying not to think about fucking.
That way led to hard ons, and hard ons were embarrassing in the middle of everyone and without even his jacket to hide it.
"Shino."
He yanked to attention, staggering up to his feet to face his father.
The man smiled slightly; no more than a shift of skin above his high collar, but Shino knew what it was.
"I'm headed home. Congratulations."
Shino grinned widely and bowed too low, nearly falling over in the process. By the time he'd righted himself, his father had gone.
The stars winked through tree branches, the moon pale and full. A dog circled his legs and nudged at him, then another one joined it.
A third came up, and he staggered to one side when it nudged a little too hard. A fourth appeared. A fifth. They pushed and surged around him, making him move while helping him stay upright. A particularly big dog caught him when he tripped on nothing and almost fell. He kept his hand fisted in its fur as the others seemed to melt from shadows and out of the crowd, yipping and barking and starting to howl again. Then the hybrids had pushed the people aside, and he saw another half dozen dogs led by Akamaru coming toward him, Kiba corralled.
The people cheered and laughed and Shino caught Kiba in a half-embrace, nearly falling under the crush of furry animals.
"What--?" he managed, head tucked close to Kiba's.
Kiba pushed into him, propping each other up. "The pack accepts us," he said on a giggle. "Hooray for us!" He drank beer, offered the bottle to Shino.
Shino shook his head and pushed it away. "Water."
Kiba pointed back toward the table, where Shino had been sitting a moment before. Shino gave Kiba another kiss, then started toward the water--only to be stopped by a tide of dog.
Kiba was laughing. "First, they wanted us separate, now they want us together," he said, falling away and then braced up by a red wolf-thing. "Stupid mutts." He cuffed one affectionately. It ducked out of range and snapped back, tongue lolling happily.
Shino grabbed Kiba by the oversized coat. "Water," he said again, and dragged the Inuzuka *with* him to the table.
That, the dogs allowed.
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