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Territorial	By : Hedder Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own jack, not even a car. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto <3. I promise to put them back when I'm done.

A/N:

Yummy Crack :3 Language, provocative thoughts, Yaoi. Might contain spoilers in later chapters. Takes place after time skip, Kiba is 18 and a jounin.

Dedication and thanks to the wonderful Katsuyo for inspiring me to write again, giving me naughty ideas, helping to make my text coherent and being an overall cool person XD. All hail the Supreme Underlord of the Nexus Empire!

Things said in 'single quotations' indicate Akamaru's speech. Only Inuzuka clan members can understand the large fluff ball.

Italics mean private thoughts.

Territorial

Kiba let his head fall back, a blissful sigh escaped his lips. Black sandals dug into the soft soil beneath him as he relieved himself on the faded blue wall.

Akamaru chuckled, tilting his head as he watched his human companion give himself a couple of shakes. 'Too much to drink again?' he asked.

Kiba turned his head, looking at the huge furry grin.

“What?” he asked, raising a slanted brow.

There was a snort. 'Come on, you think I haven't noticed?'

The young man adjusted himself, making sure everything was in place and covered before facing the nin-dog. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Another snort.

'The constant pissing where ever he's been, the howling at night,' Akamaru sniffed the space in front of him, 'the amount of your pheromones in the air is enough to suffocate a herd of cattle… not to mention your increase in-'

“Shut up,” Kiba growled, teeth flashing, “I just had to piss. Can't a guy take a fucking piss without someone thinking he has ulterior motives? What would you have me do? Hold it?”

He shoved his hands roughly in his pockets and started to walk back to the road.

'Irritability…' Akamaru finished, looking thoughtfully at the retreating back. He didn't know why Kiba didn't just go and mate the man he was lusting after. That was the natural thing to do. As far as Akamaru could tell the man was unclaimed but he sensed that time was running out for his thickheaded friend. Shinobi and civilian's alike had their eye on him. The nin-dog was sure Kiba could smell it; perhaps that was why the casual territory marking turned into an obsessive daily ritual. He wondered if the rest of the clan noticed the young Inuzuka's odd behaviors the past couple of months. Kiba was never dominant inside of the compound. He was always under Tsume and Hana's thumb but lately he was starting to pick fights with everyone, including Kuromaru. Whenever the jounin stepped foot outside and caught a whiff of him Kiba turned into an alpha male. A sexually frustrated alpha male.

Kiba stepped out onto the dirt road and growled again, what the hell does he know?

He adjusted the zipper on his snug jacket as a droplet of water landed on his check. He sniffed the air cautiously - the scent of rain was thick. Kiba frowned and ran a tongue across his canines; the rain would wash away everything he had just…. He scowled darkly.

So what if he was marking places?

It wasn't unusual for Inuzuka males to mark their territories. It was pure coincidence that he just happened to mark his apartment, where he worked, the mission room, Ichiraku's, the fruit stand, the bench where he ate lunch everyday, or any place that had the slightest hint of him. Kiba sighed, it was just coincidence, that's all, nothing more.

But what about the raging hard-ons? His mind teased.

Lack of sex, He shot back darkly and continued, lack of partners.

Oh really? More like lack of interest.

Hey, I'm fucking interested!

Just not in them?

They don't smell good.

So you want him then?

Yes-

“ARRGHHHH!” Kiba grabbed and pulled his hair with both hands swatting down, “Get out of my fucking head!”

Impossible.

The tattooed man snarled, “Don't care…Get the hell out!”

You can't tell me you don't want to grab that nicely formed a-

“Fuck you!”

Tsk. What if I just do a slideshow? The voice asked mischievously.

There was a sudden rush of mental images that almost sent Kiba spinning. Dark amber eyes, moist lips…that scar. Kiba swallowed hard, his mouth becoming dry as clothed covered shoulders came into his view. He wondered if the rest of the man's whole body was as deliciously honey-toned as his neck. Kiba closed his eyes and groaned. His thoughts lingered on a flash of skin that he was oh so lucky to have seen one day when a the man's shirt had ridden a little high one day. God! He wanted to lick and nibble on those hips! Kiba felt his cock twitch painfully.

“ARRRRRGGGHH,” he screamed again, pulling his hair harder.

I need to get fucking laid.

No kidding.

Akamaru shook his head, still sitting in the backyard, listening to Kiba argue with himself. He sighed, perhaps he should go and distract the shinobi before people started to notice, or before he started biting his hand…again, or humping miscellaneous objects…again. Stretching his hind legs he looked apologetically at the already browning forget-me-nots. The nin-dog just hoped that Iruka didn't notice his plants kept dying.

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Nightfall had settled on the streets of Konohagakure. The rain clouds above had meshed together in of dark swirl of angry purple. Kiba grumbled as they walked in the pouring rain. For the first time he missed his old hooded jacket, at least he would have been somewhat dry. His hair was plastered against his scalp, covering most of his hitai-ate. Rain trickled down the man's neck sliding beneath the wide-open collar of his jacket. The damp mesh fabric underneath was starting to chafe his sensitive skin. Kiba loved that rain but usually he was naked running through the woods or laying on the roof when it happened. Damp clothes were so terribly restricting. Right now he just hated being so…wet.

Akamaru growled softly in agreement as if hearing his friend's thoughts. The poor nin-dog's coat was clinging to his body, making him look smooth and slick rather than furry. Water kept getting in his eyes, running down his muzzle, slipping into his nose. Exhaling sharply he looked at Kiba and whined, begging for shelter.

“Alright, we'll stop at Ichiraku's.” Kiba looked down .

Akamaru rolled his eyes.

“What? It's closer than home.”

'And one of Iruka's favorite places to eat.'

“I'm hungry. Besides I can't smell him,” Kiba shrugged.

Akamaru barked out a small laugh, 'You can't smell anyone when it's raining this hard.'

Kiba sighed and closed his eyes, “Yeah, yeah...”

There was a flash of smooth caramel skin behind his eyelids.

He snapped them open, “I actually hope he's not there.”

Really fucking hope he's not there.

'Score two hundred and three for blue balls, Kiba zero,' Akamaru mumbled, watching Kiba's face become closed.

Akamaru couldn't take it anymore.

'Why don't you just go and mate-'

“Can't.”

'Why not?'

Kiba gnawed on his bottom lip. He wished he could ask Iruka out but he didn't seem interested, didn't smell interested. Hell, the man always seemed to actually challenge the jounin whenever they were in the same room. Iruka was always straight foreword and direct when he talked, rarely breaking eye contact. Kiba felt like he was still twelve constantly being scolded. Even when he was able to make the chuunin blush Iruka still fought him for dominance. For any Inuzuka male this was a bad sign concerning a potential mate. Dominance in the bedroom was one thing; alphas were known to occasionally submit to their mates. Kiba grinned wickedly for a brief moment. He wouldn't mind being bottom if it meant having the teacher all to himself. However, dominance elsewhere was a sign of aggression. It meant stay-the-fuck-away-from-me or else. The more Kiba thought about it the more it seemed like Iruka hated him.

If only the man's scent wasn't so damn alluring he would have been able to leave him alone. Everyone had a natural smell to their body that was usually hidden beneath shampoos, soaps, fabric softeners, perfume, deodorants, even food but his sensitive nose, even without additional chakra, was able to pick up on other's initial scents. Hinata smelled of lavender with a hint of sandalwood. Shino was a bit difficult but the bug-nin's scent held traces of maple and vanilla. Kurenai always smelled like fresh sap and leaves.

Kiba had known many nice smells and a lot of horrible ones in his life but nothing compared to the intoxicating scent of the older chuunin. Iruka's smell was a sweet musky mixture consisting of apples, green cloves and cinnamon with a hint of orange. It reminded him of warm apple cider drizzled with honey.

Akamaru looked at Kiba waiting for an answer, the man had grown suspiciously quiet. His eyes widened slightly, was he…drooling?!

Stopping in front of Ramen stand Akamaru watched Kiba walk on by, apparently caught in daydream.

'Lover-boy we're here,' He called out.

Kiba walked back stiffly, his tattoos a shade darker.

He smiled sheepishly and gave a shrug, “sorry.”

Akamaru grunted as they slipped under the overhang of Ichiraku's, the smell of meats and hot broth filled his nostrils. He was so hungry that he didn't notice the other two customers happily eating their own ramen. Neither did Kiba.
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