**

Kiba woke with a massive hangover in a bed that most definitely wasn't his usual pile of blankets and pillows. It wasn't his nest. It was more like . . . a futon.

He whimpered and closed his eyes.

"You up?"

He cracked one eye and looked at Shino, pale even for Aburame standards and more than a little ashen.

"Tell me this passes," Shino croaked. "Soon." Slowly, he lowered himself to the edge of the futon. He was wearing black slacks and nothing else, and yet Kiba couldn’t manage more than a half-lustful thought. Bits of the evening before were coming back to him.

Large chunks were still missing.

"How did we get back here?" Kiba asked, a second look around the bedroom showing boxes scattered haphazardly across the floor of their new apartment.

"I don't know," Shino groaned, head in his hands. "I can't remember anything after that damn hunt for my jacket . . . did we find my jacket?"

"I just stuffed it up a tree," Kiba said, yawning and stretching. It wasn't as comfortable as his nest, but it would do. "Oh, man. I need coffee."

"Coffee?" Shino asked on a whimper.

"Coffee," Kiba said firmly. "Hot coffee, a shower as cold as you can stand it, and then some painkillers. It'll help."

Shino pushed to his feet, dragging on a jacket that wasn't his normal one. "Then I'll go get coffee," he said with the air of the long-suffering. He left the room. A moment later, Kiba heard the front door open and close.

Front door. He had a door. He had a little patio, too, because Shikamaru had found them an apartment on the ground floor, and there was a little patio and door that went outside rather than into the hall.

He had a husband.

Kiba swallowed, then dragged himself out of the bed, suddenly too sober. He had a husband and an apartment and nothing was going to be the same, and--

His toe smashed into a box and he hopped around on one foot for a moment, cursing.

And he had a stubbed toe.

**

Shino wasn't so hungover that he didn't notice the tension in Kiba's shoulders when he returned. He handed over the coffee and did exactly as Kiba said, and the headache, nausea and general shitty-feeling did recede somewhat. He tried to pretend like things were normal; a long-term mission, and they were unpacking to stay a while, just teammates, nothing else.

Slowly, painfully slowly, Kiba began to relax again.

Shino tried not to wonder if Kiba was ever going to be all right with this. It would just take time. Time to settle, and realize that nothing would really change. Shino would do his best to see that nothing really changed.

Tsume arrived in the afternoon, with Hana and several other people Shino recognized in tow. They all brought food.

"Figured you'd need sustenance after last night," Tsume laughed, making herself comfortable in their kitchen.

"Thank you," Shino said automatically, watching as people threaded their way around and between half unpacked boxes. It still unnerved him whenever the Inuzuka made it so obvious how involved they were with each others lives. It seemed a little claustrophobic at times.

"Found your coat," Hana said, tossing it on a chair.

Shino looked at it longingly, since he hadn't bothered to do more than pull on pants and a T-shirt while he was unpacking. He felt disturbingly naked.

But since they'd already seen all of him, and this was supposed to be his new family, he supposed he should relax a little.

"How'd we get here, Ma?" Kiba asked, reaching around her to pluck at slices of cooked zucchini floating on top of the soup she was setting on the counter.

"We got you home when you both looked ready to pass out," Tsume laughed. She turned, grabbed Kiba's chin, and held him still while she kissed him.

He made a face but didn't otherwise object.

"All right, we're leaving. Have fun, lovebirds. We won't expect to see you for a few days."

And that quick, the troop was gone.

The apartment smelled better with food in it, Shino had to admit. He gazed around at the boxes and trash bags and piles of empty boxes, and realized that--

He was married.

He fingered his ring, and glanced up to see Kiba watching him. The Inuzuka offered a small smile.

"Weird," Kiba said quietly.

Shino nodded, acutely uncomfortable and suddenly aware they were alone. Alone in their own apartment, as much of a disaster as it currently was.

Then Kiba turned to the box on the table, dragging out towels and washrags. "Linen closet, I guess?" he said, heading toward the hall.

The spell was broken. Shino took a deep breath. "Yeah. Sounds good. Hey, where do you want Akamaru's bed to go?"

**

Shino stood in the bedroom doorway, pondering the best way to shove Kiba over without actually triggering ninja reflexes. It was easier to stand and ponder than actually attempt. He stood. He pondered.

In two days they'd managed to unpack a good chunk of the boxes. Kiba had turned the futon into a nest. Shino had spent an afternoon explaining to Akamaru that, yes, he still had to listen to what Shino said even when Kiba went grocery shopping and left him home. They'd met a few of the neighbors--gleaning more free food in the process, when the neighbors realized they were newly married and newly on their own.

And *Shino* hadn't been the one to point out that they were married.

The memory still made him grin, every time he thought about it. Walking out the door to the patio, where Kiba was leaning against the railing talking to a woman with two children and a shinobi husband out on a mission. Kiba had glanced at him, shifted to allow him into the conversation, and said, "This is Shino, my--" he'd blushed bright red. "My husband."

Shino had been thunderstruck.

The neighbor had congratulated them, and the news spread. It seemed like everyone in the complex now knew that they were married.

A lot had happened in just two days. And every night they'd crashed into the same bed, asleep after moments.

Except Shino wasn't sleeping, and Kiba was. Sprawled, naked, across the entire bed. The whole thing.

Naked.

Very naked.

Shino smirked. "Kiba," he said, wanting the man to be awake before actually touching him. He'd surprised Kiba out of a sound sleep once before--nothing had really happened, but he didn't need his heartrate boosted. At least not that way.

Kiba made a noise that sounded like, "Mrffle."

Shino figured that was awake enough. He wandered into the room, sliding onto the bed.

A bed they hadn't actually had sex in. They'd had sex in the kitchen, sure, but they hadn't had sex as spouses. It was different.

He leaned down and kissed Kiba on the nape of his neck, putting a precautionary hand on the man's shoulder first. After all, if Kiba wasn't as awake as Shino thought, he didn't want an elbow in the jaw.

Kiba, though, was apparently awake enough. And faking sleep. He 'mrphed' and burrowed farther into his pillow.

Shino smiled slowly. He could play that game. He could more than play that game. He nudged Kiba's hair out of the way with his nose, nipping at the tender skin that joined shoulder and neck. Kiba didn't move.

Shino slid lower, trailing a single finger down the indentation of Kiba's spine. The skin was warm, smooth, the occasional scar adding ridges or slick spots. Shino pondered it for a moment, then leaned down and breathed across the dip, flicking his tongue over Kiba's spine. He felt a shiver shoot through the man's ribs, and smiled slowly. He did it again; warm and wet barely touching soft, musky skin.

Kiba shivered again.

Shino moved lower, hands sliding down Kiba's sides, framing his hips. He nosed the spinal indent, lipping his tongue out every few seconds, touching vertebra and retreating. He blew at the shadow above Kiba's tailbone, pausing a moment to whisper fingertips over the twin dimples on either side.

"Shino--" Kiba murmured, head turning slightly and sleep-dark eyes peering down.

Shino held the man's hips more firmly. "Shh. You were sleeping, remember?" He bent, ghosting his tongue over one dimple and feeling Kiba's breath catch.

"Mmm," Kiba sighed, eyes fluttering closed. "Got woken up," he added after a minute.

"No, you didn't," Shino said, hands sliding down the outsides of Kiba's thighs before drifting up the backs, his nails barely grazing the skin. "You're dreaming."

Kiba smiled. A canine peeked out between dry lips. "I am?"

"Mm hm," Shino said, and let his nails slide toward the insides of Kiba's thighs. They twitched out slightly, muscles tensing.

"Good dream."

Shino smiled. "I hope so." He scratched lightly at the firm swell of muscle above Kiba's legs, watched the body tighten in response. His thumb dipped, tracing the cleft, keeping to the edge of shadow.

"Ah--Shino--" Kiba began, pushing up onto one elbow and peering back.

Shino let an eyebrow twitch.

"That's not gonna--"

"Too soon, I know," Shino said, smiling wryly. Eight days seemed to be the magic number: more often, and Kiba was too sore for anal sex. It didn't mean he wasn't sensitive. Shino let his fingers drift a little farther, using his nails again, enough to prickle against overly sensitive skin.

Kiba hissed and shifted, fully awake. "You're wearing way too much clothing," he muttered, turning over and sitting up. His hands rose, intent obvious as he grabbed the edge of Shino's shirt.

Shino caught the other man's hands, kissed the fingertips, ignored Kiba's confusion. "Settle down," he said softly, and shot a 'please' look from under his brows.

Kiba relaxed, confusing melting into vague bemusement.

Shino leaned in, kissing him softly on the mouth. When Kiba tried to deepen it he just shifted to the man's jaw, feathering light touches of lips across the sharp bone. He could feel Kiba calm, feel the change as his mood infected the other man. He didn't want a quick tumble--he wanted something slow and quiet, wanted love rather than sex.

Hands slid up, under his shirt. They moved slowly, dancing over each rib, tracing each tiny little scar.

Shino pushed, and Kiba eased back again, one leg hitching up to rub against Shino's hip as he sprawled out on the bed. Shino rocked down into the other man, and had to agree with Kiba's assessment: he was wearing too many clothes.

Shino arched back to yank off his shirt, tossing it over the edge of the futon. He caught a flashing grin from Kiba, and then nearly yelped as the Inuzuka moved up and rolled, catching Shino and bearing him to his back on the bed.

"That's better," Kiba nearly growled, nipping at Shino's neck. Shino started to push up, only to have Kiba push him back down. "My turn," Kiba said, the words really a growl that time.

Shino laid back in mild surprise, watching the light flicker and glow off taut skin as Kiba sat up, leaning back to unbutton Shino's pants. He didn't take them off, hesitating instead. Dark eyes looked at Shino, then back down at what he was doing. Kiba bent, licking the edge of stomach muscles. Fingers drifted under the waistband of Shino's pants.

He tensed, swallowing against the sudden urge to speed things up himself. But he'd started this, and Kiba was apparently content to continue it.

The sound of a zipper drawing down was shiver-inducingly loud in the bedroom. Air hit, and was replaced by warm skin, nails dragging over the abdomen muscles. Shino caught his breath, closing his eyes as Kiba's tongue traced grooves lower and lower, a hand stroking slowly at his erection.

Then a mouth replaced the hand, hot breath ghosting over Shino. Kiba shifted so he could look up. He smiled wickedly, hovering just above Shino's cock.

Shino watched, breath nearly held. A tongue peeked out from between pointed canines, then flicked against the head. Hands shifted, tugging slowly at pants, dragging them down off hips when Shino lifted up a little.

Kiba's tongue flicked over the head of Shino's dick again. Warm liquid was there and gone, and the air chilled the skin, making flesh prickle. It was blissful, and annoying. With Kiba that far down, Shino couldn't reach *anything.* He pushed up on his elbows, and when Kiba didn't protest he sat forward, threading his fingers through shaggy brown hair.

Kiba chuckled and opened his mouth, stroking his tongue up the underside of Shino's cock before closing around it and sucking carefully.

Shino's hand tightened in the other man's hair, and he had to remember to loosen up again. It was wet and hot and *perfect*, and he still wanted to be touching Kiba. He swallowed, watching the head move slightly in his lap and feeling heat and tongue swirl in time. He caught his breath, felt Kiba chuckle, and slid his hand down the other man's back.

Flesh stretched taut over muscle. Shino stroked over Kiba's ass and down between his legs, smiling victoriously when he stroked rough testicles and felt the vibration from Kiba's murmur of appreciation. A tongue moved, soft and strong, around the tip of his dick. He hissed, shifting a leg and reaching farther around to rub Kiba more effectively.

Kiba moved helpfully, moving sideways so his erection was in easier reach. His mouth came off Shino's dick, tongue sliding down the underside in a wave of heat, breath ghosting hot and moist. His tongue flicked out again, leaving feather-light brushes against Shino's testicles, the inside of his thigh, the skin just before his ass.

Shino whimpered in protest and used his free hand to tug Kiba's hair back up. He was hard and really, *really* wanted to fuck something--and if he couldn't, then he wanted his dick back in Kiba's mouth.

Kiba chuckled. Then he rose back up, one hand massaging Shino's balls while his mouth slid back over his cock, slow and wet and warm.

Shino groaned. He fell back again, closing his eyes for a moment against the desire tearing through his muscles. So. Damn. Wet.

He opened his eyes, watched Kiba glance at him sidelong before taking his cock into his mouth as far as he could, sliding down and sucking before doing it again. Shino groaned. Kiba shifted his hips, almost waggling, and the Aburame remembered he had a job to be doing, too. He eyed the body spread out to one side, then hooked a hand around Kiba's thigh and tugged until Kiba shifted closer.

And closer.

Shino paused, feeling fingers slide over his balls, then pushed until Kiba--stopping the blowjow, sadly--looked at him. "What?"

"On your side," Shino said, voice husky.

Kiba grinned and rolled, tugging Shino's hips until they both lay on their sides, feet to head, facing each other.

Shino licked the dick now in front of him, intensely happy when his own was swallowed back into a warm mouth. He licked Kiba's head, pausing when a shudder wracked up his spine as Kiba fondled him. Then, achingly slowly, Shino took the dick into his mouth.

He felt Kiba's whole body stiffen, smelled the hot-sex-musk-forest smell that was his boyfriend--lover--husband. He sucked, mind mostly on his own genitalia rather than the cock in his mouth. He pushed forward slowly, half expecting to feel Kiba's hand on his hip stopping him. Instead, Kiba made an encouraging noise in the back of his throat that sent lust curling further up Shino's chest. He thrust forward again, swallowing around Kiba's dick at the same time, swirling his tongue and tasting the familiar salty taste that was Kiba. He thrust a third and fourth time--slowly--in and out of warm wet before a hand landed on his hip, slowing him, sliding down between his legs. He felt fingers brush along the underside of his cock, into Kiba's mouth, and then come out again. They trailed along his testicles, up his ass, and rubbed against his hole.

Shino hesitated. He could sense Kiba waiting, holding for a yes or a no, and finally licked the man's dick again, beginning to move.

A finger pushed, sliding into him slowly. Shino's spine prickled, and then Kiba hummed in the back of his throat and heat curled through his stomach in a sweat-inducing rush. The finger penetrated slowly in before pulling out again and then repeating the motion. Shino realized he was moving again, pumping his hips softly in tune, fucking Kiba's mouth and Kiba hadn't stopped him.

Another finger slid in beside the first, surprisingly wide. He grunted, focusing on screwing Kiba and the cock in his mouth, unsure whether it was a good feeling or a bad feeling to have fingers up his ass.

Kiba moved them, and it felt better. Tingles of pleasure joined the heat curling in his stomach. Kiba's tongue moved against Shino's dick, and Shino took the cock in his mouth in farther, slick and heavy.

Kiba whimpered, sucking. Shino began to thrust a little harder, feeling fingers wiggle inside him, muscles tightening and Kiba swallowing his cock down ever deeper. The other man groaned like having his mouth fucked was the best thing *ever*, and Shino pulled away from him long enough to warn, "I’m going to--"

Kiba made an, "Mm hm," noise, and pushed both fingers in a little deeper, penetrating and stroking all at once.

Shino thrust one more time, nearly crying out with the force of orgasm and--*gods*--Kiba swallowed and kept his fingers moving slowly.

It dragged out almost painfully long, muscles shuddering as he released into hot, wet, tight--and Kiba's tongue flickered over his head, making him cry out again.

He collapsed when it was over, then rolled slightly to take Kiba's cock back into his mouth, pushing the man down on the futon and sucking it as far down his throat as he could. Kiba's nails scrambled on his back, and with a choked cry the other man came.

Shino couldn't swallow it--had tried and nearly gagged once--but he waited as long as he could before spitting it out, then continued to stroke slowly, smearing white liquid over dick and testicles until Kiba had stopped quivering.

They both laid there, smelling like sex and sweat for a long time.

"That was a good dream," Kiba said finally, chuckling at the ceiling.

Shino grinned and patted the pillow by his head. Kiba sat up and flopped over, head-to-head with Shino again. Shino caught the back of his neck and pulled, kissing him thoroughly, stroking tongue against tongue.

He fell asleep still cradling Kiba's neck.

**

Shino woke on his side, another man plastered against his back, trailing kisses along his neck and shoulder. A stray hand that wasn't his was fondling him, stroking slowly up and down his already half-hard length.

He smiled sleepily. "Again?" he managed to mutter, cracking an eyelid enough to see the bedside clock. Twenty minutes before the alarm went off.

Kiba "Mmm"ed. "I've been thinking," he said, voice sleep-roughened.

"That is an unusual state of affairs," Shino teased gently when Kiba didn't continue.

Kiba chuckled. "Funny. I've been thinking I'd like to fuck you."

The hand on his dick shifted to rub his balls, pinky sliding between his thighs. "Ah," Shino said slowly, feeling a blush creep up pale skin. He couldn't say he hadn't thought about it. Kiba certainly seemed to enjoy it, and the fingers last night hadn't been either the first time or bad.

Kiba kissed his shoulder again, and a mouth whispered next to his ear, "I'd really, *really* like to fuck you."

Shino licked his lips and swallowed. Gods, it was going to be one of *those* screws. The ones where Kiba seduced with words as much as with touch. He tried to keep from shivering because that just wasn't masculine, and closed his eyes. "Oh?" he managed.

Kiba chuckled. Breath puffed over Shino's cheek. He felt the other man shift, reach over him, and then settle back again. He didn't have to look to guess that Kiba had grabbed lube out of the nightstand. He swallowed again. He opened his mouth, started to request that this go slowly, when Kiba stopped him by the simple act of kissing him.

When the Inuzuka pulled away, one hand still idly stroking Shino's erection, he murmured, "We can always stop." He kissed Shino's shoulder--he had an obsession with the bulge where the muscle connected--and then sucked gently. "I won't hurt you," he said a moment later. "Just relax."

Shino did, focusing on the feel of skin over skin, a finger rubbing at the head of his dick before sliding down and fondling his balls. He heard a cap pop open, and nearly jumped.

Kiba chuckled. "Relax," he said again, and lube spilled over the stroking hand. "While tight always feels nice, it doesn't need to feel that nice," he said.

"Funny," Shino muttered, tossing Kiba's word back at him. Then talented fingers rubbed down along his testicles again, and he pretty much just stopped thinking.

Thinking was overrated anyway.

"That's it," Kiba murmured behind him, the arm that was under his neck bent at the elbow. Fingers brushed his chest in a little arc; all they could reach. "Fuck, you're hot."

Teeth closed on his neck and Shino shivered, feeling wet and slick slide over his cock until he was hard again.

"Open your legs a little," Kiba murmured, the words a caress against his ear.

Shino propped his top leg up hesitantly, foot flat on the bed. It gave the hand better access, and nails hinted at scratching as they slid along his length. Shino groaned.

"Yeah," Kiba whispered. "I know. Gods, I've been thinking about this. I can't fucking wait to be inside you, all hot and tight--"

"Shit," Shino muttered, stomach tightening.

Kiba laughed.

He would never get tired of hearing Kiba talk. Talk formally, talk dirty, just talking with that vaguely husky voice, that almost-purr when he wanted his way, the too-loud laughter when he was out with friends.

The murmur like a dangerous cat when he wanted sex. "I want," he murmured, "to fuck you."

The hand had shifted. A finger slid inside him easily, coated with lubricant. Shino caught his breath and tensed at the intrusion.

Kiba kissed him softly, behind his ear, on his neck. "Relax, Shino," he said quietly, lipping at a large scar on Shino's back.

Shino took a deep breath and relaxed, and another finger joined the first. They stretched him slowly, pushing in and out again and again, until he'd released his tension. It felt strange to have something inside him, and he didn't think he'd ever have done it with anyone but Kiba.

"Gods, you feel good," Kiba said, voice soft. "Know what would make it better?"

"Hmm?" Shino asked, focusing on the tendrils of pleasure starting to curl up.

Kiba kissed him again, absently, before answering. "If you jacked yourself."

He was slightly relieved to hear it. Kiba's other hand was pretty well pinned, and he wasn't sure that he could orgasm from this. He reached down, stroking slowly. When Kiba hissed, "Fuck, yeah, that's nice," he felt his heart rate pick up. He could feel the other man's eyes on him, feel the way Kiba's chest rubbed up against his back.

A third finger pushed slowly in, and Shino could feel the stretch and had to focus again on relaxing.

"Feel okay?" Kiba purred.

Shino nodded. "Yeah," he said on a whisper, fingers thrusting slowly into him. "It--yeah." It felt a lot better than he'd been expecting.

"Good. Because, gods, I can't wait to use my dick." Kiba kissed him, and Shino swallowed. "'m gonna push it in, nice and slow," Kiba murmured against his ear. "All the way, long as it doesn't hurt, until I'm buried as deep as I can possibly get. An' then I'm gonna thrust, in and out--" he matched finger movement to the words. Shino caught his breath.

*Gods*, he could never decide if he loved Kiba's talking or wanted the man to shut up because it was embarrassing. Embarrassing and oh so arousing to hear what might happen.

"It's a hell of a lot longer than this, of course," Kiba said, flexing his fingers.

Shino groaned, stroking himself a little faster. That had felt nice.

Kiba chuckled. "Yeah? Like that?" He flexed again.

"Ah--yeah--" Shino said, shifting his legs restlessly. He felt like he should tense or thrust or *something*--he fingered the head of his dick, slid his hand down the shaft and rubbed the base.

"Oh, gods, you're gonna like being fucked," Kiba murmured on a moan. "Feeling my cock up your ass'll be a good thing. Get half hard just thinking about it, and we'll have to start screwing in public bathrooms." Shino felt the smile a second before Kiba added, "With mirrors, so we can watch."

Shino groaned as the three fingers pushed farther in, Kiba's knuckles pressing up against his skin. Then the fingers came out entirely, leaving him feeling weird and oddly empty. He felt the head of the man's cock a moment later, pressing against him, larger and longer.

The hand that was under him brushed his chest. "Relax, baby," Kiba whispered again, and started to push slowly in.

Shino heard himself groan as it thrust into him, stretching him farther before Kiba paused.

"That’s it," the other man murmured, pushing Shino's hand away from his cock to start stroking himself. "That's it, see? Just stay relaxed. I'm gonna push it in a little further--"

He did. Shino tensed, relaxed, felt it penetrate further, spreading him.

"Ohh, gods, yeah, Shino," Kiba said, fondling his balls before stroking his cock again. "More--relax--yeah. I'm going to fuck you more, 'kay? Nice and slow and thick and long and hot and--" Kiba stopped, pushing farther in, nearly whimpering before he bit down on Shino's neck.

His breath was rattling through the room, a hand at his cock and a cock pushing into him, big and almost uncomfortable except it made his whole body tingle. He wanted to thrust into the hand stroking him, but didn't want to move because he could feel himself tipping on an edge, and knew one way led to a great deal of pleasure, and the other way led to pain. So he laid still and let Kiba fuck him.

"There, see, all of it," Kiba said finally, thrusting in just a little farther--and yet, it felt like a whole lot farther--until his hips met Shino's. "That's it," Kiba said soothingly. "Just like that, gods, this looks hot."

It was weird, and intrusive, and he had to fight to stay relaxed but--but it was nice. The hand on his cock was even better, still stroking slowly, thumbing his head, rubbing where it flared slightly. He groaned at that, and Kiba chuckled.

Then the other man started to thrust.

The first time he pulled out, all Shino's muscles tingled. Then he pushed back in, thick and full, and Shino felt his breath catch and had to stop from tensing. It happened again, and then again, Kiba's hips pressing into his every time, the hand keeping the same pace.

"I like you like this," Kiba whispered, thrusting over and over, starting to pick up the pace. "With your legs open all vulnerable and letting me fuck you silly. Gods, you're beautiful."

"Kiba--" Shino managed, and stopped because he had to think, had to pay attention to the thing pushing into him, stretching him.

"Fucking you silly," Kiba repeated, and with a wicked tone of voice continued, "shoving my cock up you, jacking you off all slick and smooth, rubbing your slit while my dick is shoved way up your ass--"

"*Kiba,*" Shino said again, half protest, half groan.

"You feel so fucking good when I shove it in you--all hot and tight and slick--"

The alarm went off.

They both jumped. Shino smashed a hand down on it, rolling slightly, and Kiba rolled with him. He found himself pressed into the mattress, lifting his hips so Kiba could keep pumping at his cock while the other man slammed into him. He shouted when Kiba hit his prostate--thank the *gods* for the prostate, he thought stupidly as his muscles all heated and Kiba slammed into him again, harder, pushing his cock deeper from this angle. He nearly yelled as it was hit again.

"Relax, baby, relax," Kiba said, sounding strained. "Oh, gods, you're fucking hot--"

The hand at his cock fingered his balls, slid up and down with the rhythm of the dick inside him, a little tight and fast--

Shino did yell as his body convulsed, hands fisting in the sheets, toes flexing, ass tightening around Kiba's cock. The orgasm ripped through him, leaving him almost painfully breathless. Another three strokes and he felt Kiba stiffen, shove into him one last time so deeply he shouted, and then collapse on top of him.

"Ohhhhh, goooooooods," Kiba groaned.

Shino eyeballed the clock. Then he heaved himself up, turning and forcing Kiba off him before grabbing the man up and snuggling him into his chest.

Kiba laughed, clutching at Shino's arm.

Shino nuzzled the other man's neck, stupidly happy that they'd had sex, in their bed, in their house, as a married couple.

"You okay?" Kiba asked after a minute. "I didn't go too fast--"

Shino shook his head wordlessly, face going pink at the memory of fingers thrusting slowly inside him.

And Kiba had burned alllllll his underwear. Gods, life was good.

"Love you," Shino mumbled into ridiculously messy brown hair.

Kiba shifted slightly, turning his face up. "Love you, too."

Shino lifted up enough to bend and kiss the offered mouth slowly, catching Kiba's bottom lip in his teeth. "Mine," he mouthed silently against Kiba's cheek.

Kiba pulled away and looked at him quizzically.

Shino only smiled, refusing to repeat it. He'd promised Kiba things wouldn't change. If things had to stay exactly the same for Kiba to be married, they would stay exactly the same. He never wanted to see that apprehensive look on his husband's face.

Shino would move Fire Country if it would make Kiba happy. "I love you," he murmured.

Kiba grinned. "You're going to be late," he said, rolling out of Shino's arms and off the futon. "Me, too."

Shino groaned and dragged himself out of the tangle of sticky wet sheets. "Ugh. We have to do laundry." He glanced up, and almost missed the hesitant look that crossed Kiba's face.

Kiba's dark eyes flickered up, and he tried to laugh it away. "Married. It's just weird," he said, shrugging negligently.

Shino could see the real concern there, though, the uncertainty and fear. He waited until the Inuzuka came around the futon and caught him. "Hey," he said softly. "Just like before. Only now we have our own place to have sex as much as we want."

Kiba's smile turned real, slightly mischievous. "That is handy."

"Mm hm," Shino agreed, pondering just how much time they could make up if they ran. Because showering together would add time--Shino wasn't enough of a fool to know they'd only *shower*, but shower-groping might take the last dregs of worry out of Kiba's mind.

"Know what else is handy?" Kiba asked, catching Shino's hand and tugging him toward the bathroom.

Apparently Shino wasn't the only one with the shower-groping idea. Hell. They could be a little late. "What?"

"Not having your buggy family spying on us."

"They didn't spy," Shino laughed.

"You don't know they didn't spy. They probably thought it was *hot.* Sent their little buggy friends over to peep under the door." Kiba grinned widely.

"Know what else is nice?" Shino shot back.

Kiba raised both eyebrows.

"Plumbing."

Kiba laughed. Shino pushed him, and watched the Inuzuka fall through the bathroom door.

He would make everything fine. He would bring Kiba the constellations. They were in love.

He grinned.

And they were married.

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