The Troublesome Bed | By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 17472 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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~~~One hour earlier…~~~
Shikamaru hated it when Temari shook him awake. As usual, just because he was done didn’t mean she was. And as usual, it was more than just his lackluster method. “You hardly did anything around the house today,” she snapped at him as her arms folded across her chest. “Yet you can’t muster up the energy to tend to your wife?” She gave him that challenging smirk. “And you still want to call yourself a man?”
With a begrudging groan, Shikamaru sat up and hunched over. It was too late at night to be bothered like this, and he was too naked to be taken seriously. Did she always have to pull his bottoms all the way off for sex? Not like he took all her clothes off and left it to her to redress herself.
How best to handle his wife, who – when she wanted to or not – could be quite frightening?
He stared at her for a while, and she knew his mind was working. Finally, he stood up, rubbed the back of his neck and said, “I’m going to take a walk.”
Temari froze for a moment in her shock before she scowled. He was already dressing by the time she had gotten over her surprise. This was his reply to her frustration? To leave? She wanted to yell at him, but she withheld her anger. He was always like that; dismissive when things beyond his control arose. And so, she hunkered down on the bed he loved so much and turned away with an upturned nose. “Fine,” she said just as dismissively. “Try not to wake Shikadai when you come back home.”
“Right,” Shikamaru mumbled around the unlit cigarette now between his lips.
When he walked to the door, he checked his pocket to make sure he still had a full pack. No wonder Asuma-sensei was a chain smoker… Dealing with women was just too troublesome. He slid his feet into his comfy slippers and was out the door.
Cigarette lit and smoke filling his lungs, Shikamaru relaxed. Too bad this argument couldn’t have taken place earlier, when there were more clouds to watch. He could watch the moon, but on a night like this, it was too bright. Besides, if he cloud-watched now and dozed off, he’d be gone all night. And in the morning, Temari would no doubt barrage him with questions about where he had gone all night.
He looked up and calculated. An hour or two… That should be enough time for Temari to work up the will to ‘take care’ of herself. If an argument between them was about sex, Shikamaru had figured that sex cured it, with or without him. She would touch herself in the manner that she wanted to, climax as she wanted to, and then she’d be relaxed like he wanted her to be.
If only it could be simpler… Shikamaru didn’t like that his wife got riled up and he had to rile her more to get them both what they wanted. It might have seemed that they were unhappy at times, but they loved each other. There was just a barrier between their quirks. Sex, while important to her, was more of a hassle to him. When he’d felt restless in the past, after all, it took him no more than five minutes to deal with raging hormones. Temari, on the other hand, took much longer, and on purpose.
Shikamaru’s aimless wandering inevitably found him scouring the rooftops, where the moon and clouds would not be obscured by the rising building of Konoha. Taking note of the district he was in, he’d found that he made the unconscious decision to walk in the direction of his best friend. Choji, no doubt, was asleep, and Shikamaru would hate to have a bad run-in with Karui, who was perhaps more temperamental than his own wife.
He gave a small scoff against his cigarette.
How did he and Choji wind up with rowdiest women from foreign countries?
He was staring at the moon for some time before a noise caught his attention. Voices, actually, and the stumble of drunken footsteps. Curious, he looked down to see who it was, and he was not surprised to see Kiba in the state he was always in at night: drunk and draping over some girl. And not just any girl, Shikamaru realized, his eyes first widening, and then suspiciously narrowing.
Karui was just as inebriated as Kiba, it seemed; both needing the other’s balance. That might’ve been all well and good, but for Kiba’s notorious reputation. Shikamaru watched them carefully, listened as best as he could, wondering about the faithfulness of his best friend’s wife. Kiba’s hand made the inevitable attempt, and Karui’s honor showed when she bit back. The dog-nin howled into the night as Karui left, and Chocho could be heard shouting back at him from within the house. But after the pain subsided, Kiba took his leave in a leisurely stroll, looking pleased as punch as he headed home.
Shikamaru watched him for a while, replaying the events he had just seen in his head. He took a sharp drag on his cigarette. It seemed that marriage, while elusive for the Inuzuka, did not impede his play.
~~~Kiba’s home~~~
The Inuzuka liked to stay in a pack, but Kiba felt that it was in his best interests to find a place on his own. Nothing special, nothing grand to house an entire clan; he took up in a well-made shack at the border of the forest, a place where the pups from his sister’s clinic could have free range. He never worried about them wandering off, even when he wasn’t there; Akamaru, while old, was a diligent watchdog/babysitter, lazily marching the perimeter and turning the straying pups back with a weak huff.
And now, the great big tired pooch was snoozing on the porch in the moonlight, shirking his duties as watchdog. Kiba grinned at him fondly, bending down and patting his head. “Good boy, Akamaru.”
Nothing out of the ordinary, Kiba walked past Akamaru and reached for the door. And then the scent hit him, from his nose to his chest! His heart gave a sharp and sudden beat before stilling.
Her scent was always so indistinguishable! It was perhaps what lured him; the complexity of their relationship… if it could ever be called that. But what was she here for? He looked around the yard. No sign of cats; just bundles of dog every which way. His eyes narrowed, and a shrew smirk revealed a fang.
Looking for a game?
Well, Kiba was always up for them. Drinking until he passed out turned out to be a bust, as did hitting on Choji’s wife. But cats and dogs always had the most mischievous fun.
He listened and heard the slightest scuffle within, and breathing; heavy and erratic. The look of play faded, and Kiba had to be concerned. He grabbed the door handle – never locked – and cracked his home open just enough to peak in; the moon was north of where he stood; the light favored his secrecy. He peered in, and Tamaki’s jutting backside, naked underneath her hiked-up kimono, faced him.
She took her stance almost methodically, in the square of moonlight from the window across from the door. Against the moon, the shadows played mystically on and around her. Her cheek on the circular mat, her backside lifted and her thighs opened immodestly. The shadows betrayed Kiba’s eyes, censoring the showing of her snatch and the fingers playing there. Just vague details: the glisten of wetness, the thatch of chestnut fur, the dark ring of her other hole…
Yes, she knew he’d catch her like this; she was counting on it. Why else pry open her rear? A Fifth Hokage, she was not, but she still knew how to flaunt her body when she so chose.
“Hnn!” She bit her anxiously while Kiba watched in secret. She roiled a little, rubbing her cheek against the floor before exhaling a heavy breath. Her hips rolled in time with her fingers when she pressed her nub. If not for her loud moans and gasps and sighs, she might’ve heard Kiba as he gave a grunt when his hips involuntarily shoved in her direction. “Ah! Sasuke…!”
At once, Kiba’s eyebrow twitched, and his look of joy turned to flat annoyance. Damn Uchiha bastard! Always putting Naruto as his No. 1 rival, yet he still gave Kiba grief!
Tch… He wouldn’t have been surprised to learn if she had laid with Sasuke, and any other number of men. It was their game, after all; she just teased him. And why shouldn’t he do the same, after all? Truthfully, the idea of her probable promiscuity oftentimes excited him. They were adults, after all!
Regardless, Kiba was already groping himself through his trousers, his member swelling from the view. And as obscured as the view was, his nose described it better than any other sense could: abundant wetness with the promise of sex, soap and shampoo not more than four hours ago, heat and lust!
His cock came out through his zipper, and he rubbed it longingly, speeding to catch up with her. He knew that she shouldn’t be lasting much longer. He twitched at the idea, already spilling pre-cum from his tip to slop on the floor at his feet.
A few moans and strokes later, he made the decision to mount her! Splayed on his home’s floor, bare ass facing him, droning another man’s name while she knew he was around; it was an invitation! If it wasn’t, she was sure to have a few cat tricks to keep him from interrupting the show; some cat’s paw – needles on the ground that would make him leap ten feet in the air like a scared cat – or a cat’s tongue – a seal triggered to scald intruders with boiling water – or some other rudimentary trap referring to some part of a cat’s anatomy.
Kiba’s hands were at his belt, unfastening it, when the scent came to his nostrils and brought pause to his haste. He’d smelled it earlier, but he was inebriated and thought nothing of it; he was in the village, after all, and familiar scents were everywhere. But out here? In his domain? He growled softly, looking back at Tamaki. The finale was coming, and he’d not had sex since those Grass ninja visited – he brought an old classmate away from the festivities. Maybe it was coincidence, and it was just a passing. But no, the scent was certainly growing stronger in approach.
He growled, and as if his zipper weighed a ton, he pulled it up after making himself decent.
Bastard…
Carefully as he could, he shut the door to his home to return Tamaki her privacy. Better to shut her away from the outside than risk someone showing up and taking advantage of Kiba’s home’s privileged debauchery.
“Tch! He better have a good reason for coming out here,” he griped, walking wide-legged to the edge of his porch before lunging to the treetops.
Following his nose had him upon the intruder in seconds. Kiba approached from the east, sneaking up on the target. The smoke was strong, carrying on the wind and giving away his position deliberately. Shikamaru wasn’t dressed for a long excursion; he was even wearing slippers. Therefore, Kiba had to assume that he was heading to the hut where Tamaki was probably still pleasuring herself.
Of all times for a late visit… Again, Kiba cursed the Nara.
The darkness of the forest was no place for him. He should’ve felt more comfortable in an open field, clear view of the clouds in the sky as he lazed his day away. The forest was dark and gloomy with its many shadows.
Kiba’s eyes then turned up as he contemplated his analysis of Shikamaru’s character… Perhaps the woods, with its many shadows and hiding places, was a better place for him. But that’d be for battle. He’d feel more comfortable with an open sky overhead, right?
In his pondering state, he lost focus and hadn’t realized he’d been found out until he saw the rise of smoke beneath him. The branch he perched on now had another occupant, standing upside down underneath him. Shikamaru dragged on his cigarette, anticipating the pain he was going to go through. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said after a cloud.
Kiba leapt, and so did Shikamaru, separating by a dozen feet. The two faced off, neither ever being comfortable with the other. Kiba sized Shikamaru up, first with his eyes, and then his nose; you never know… “This late?” he asked skeptically. He scoffed and turned his head with a taunting grin. “Aren’t you usually in bed by seven?”
Shikamaru closed his eyes and sighed. How troublesome… Kiba was still arrogant and insulting, like his method of communication involved taunting someone into a fight. He answered regardless, saying that Temari knew he was taking off on a walk.
Temari… Kiba thought of the name and put it to the face in his memory. Really, he had so little interaction with her that he had inevitably titled her one of three names: Shikamaru’s wife, Kankuro’s sister, and Gaara’s sister. She seemed a bit too high-maintenance for Shikamaru; Kiba mentally shrugged and wrote it off as Shikamaru’s being a pushover submissive.
Well, if he came out here this late, Kiba might as well hear what he had to say. But first…
Shikamaru was surprised when Kiba extended a hand, gesturing with two fingers. It seemed Kiba had taken to more vices than alcohol. Surprising, but Shikamaru felt loathed to share his cigarette. It was the last in his pack, and he’d limited himself to one a month; he’d stopped smoking after defeating Hidan, but started up again after marriage. Stress was abundant when sharing one’s life with another…
But if he was coming to Kiba at such a time, he figured he could spare a few puffs. He reluctantly took his cigarette from his lips and carefully handed it over. Kiba immediately dropped it and stomped it into the dirt, grinding it with his heel for good measure. While he did, he kept his eyes locked with Shikamaru’s.
“It stinks,” he reasoned, and snorted the residue of tobacco ash from his nostrils.
Shikamaru gave no indication of his annoyance. His last cigarette: wasted. He’d remember the useless sacrifice.
“So what does the head of the Nara clan want to talk with me about?” Kiba asked when the smells were all leaves, earth and water again. He walked to one side carelessly. “Are you here to complain about my pups chasing your deer again? Heh. I thought you’d come up with some way to stop them.”
“Scent tags,” Shikamaru countered. He saw the frustration on Kiba’s face when he added, “They smelled like steak, and we found the puppies licking the tags in droves; the deer weren’t bothered.”
Kiba scoffed and muttered something to himself about his pups needing better training.
Shikamaru gave him a moment, and then switched the subject to the matter that brought him out here. “I saw you earlier with Karui.”
Kiba made no gesture.
“You know she’s married.”
“I didn’t do anything with her,” Kiba interjected, annoyed, shrugging off accusations and implications. “Since when do you start watching me, anyway? You’d do better watching that son of yours,” he said with a point.
Shikamaru really wished Kiba hadn’t stepped on his cigarette… He didn’t like discussing his son with a rogue like Kiba; he liked it less that Kiba thought that, in any way, he could offer parenting advice.
“If she wants to go to a bar, it’s for the attention that I gave her anyway,” Kiba continued in his defense. He didn’t go into detail about how he made some attempt to woo Karui in some way. Last thing he needed was the Akimichi clan leader going on a rampage… But he grinned that toothy grin regardless. “I doubt Choji minds.”
A moment longer, Shikamaru watched him. The grin passed, and now Kiba’s face stayed between annoyed and bored. Silence didn’t suit him, and Shikamaru never matched his zeal.
“And you often do this?”
Kiba looked taken aback at first, and then scoffed with some red on his face besides his clan marks. He looked off to the side, lightly scratching at his scruffy beard. It didn’t look – or sound – good to say that he gave attention to any girl who gave him attention. Maybe he would try to avoid taking a woman’s loyalty, but he rarely turned his head when he was given alcohol-scented lips.
“Not really,” he muttered like he was a teen again.
Hmph… Shikamaru had analyzed the relationship of Karui and Kiba as they staggered to his home. Maybe Kiba wasn’t some scummy louse who preyed on bored/inebriated housewives, but that didn’t mean there was no attraction. Kiba did make that attempt at Karui’s left breast. For someone like him, sex was exciting and new each time; Shikamaru couldn’t understand how diverse each woman could be to intrigue and vex men. He considered briefly how Kiba would have handled the unending nagging, the frequent changes of mood and opinion, the miscommunication when the woman expected the man to understand what a glance meant.
He considered briefly how Kiba would handle Temari…
~~~
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