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KibaSaku!

Ok, a few things here.
First, just assume in all these stories that everyone is probably
nineteen or older. Second, assume that
Sakura is no longer pining over Sasuke. I refuse to bring him into this because it
causes needless angst and if I was doing that for all six then it would only
get horridly repetitive for both you and I.
Third, I encourage safe sex for everyone and these characters are
certainly not practicing it. Partially
this is because I don�t know whether Konoha has
condoms and partially because I didn�t want to think up what their name might
be if they did have them (Tsunade�s Stoppers, Jiraiya�s Delight? don�t make me think up corny titles please).

Sakura had her mind to make up in this one. After being manipulated in the last one, I
thought she�d enjoy some agency. This
whole theme behind this one was quick and dirty. Heh.

I didn�t get flamed into the ground for the last one! Yay! I thought I�d continue at doing the more
unusual pairings, and I was just dying to give this one a try. I couldn�t help but use one of the clich�s
from the Inuyasha lemon set, but I thought it was
funny and a little too tempting not to.
Don�t worry, since I�m aware of the clich�, you can be too and just find
it funny, please. So here it is: KibaSaku

This one is a bit more PWP than the last. Go figure.

Remember, the last scenario didn�t happen in this
timeline. Sakura is *not* a slut and is
*not* jumping from bed to bed. Just
making that clear.

Disclaimer: I don�t own Naruto or
its characters!

(Oh yeah, ShikaSaku
next. Probably not for a few days
though, so be patient if you are excited to see this pairing at all.)

Sorry for the long author�s note. ::flees::

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Sakura had been practicing alone in the forest for quite
some time. She didn�t frequent the spots
that the other ninja her age did for this task, mostly because she was not up
to their level in a lot of ways and she didn�t want to make a fool of herself. As much now as when she was
young there was a streak of pride in her that wouldn�t quit. When it came to combat, her skill set had
always been under where most of everyone else was. By no means was she bad at it, really, compared to even a skilled fighter in general
but there was a reason she had made a much better medic nin
than anything else and she had far more reason to keep those skills at peak
performance. Tsunade
had always warned her, however, that she should not stay out of practice with forms
of combat, and so Sakura continued to train.
Being deep in the forest provided her the space to concentrate without
being interrupted.

Seeing as she was so far away from the village, when someone
burst through the brush at her, she had launched two senbon
and a kunai before she recognized it as a person she knew. Immediately she felt guilty, as one of the senbon had hit squarely in his leg, and then angry because
of the scare he had given her. A
grimaced toothy grin awaited her as she stomped over to the injured boy.

�Inuzuka Kiba,
how dare you burst in on me when I�m training?
Don�t you know better than to do something so reckless? I am
a ninja after all.� It galled her to
have to remind people. She tried to
reach over to pull the senbon out of his thigh, but
he pulled back from her and instead tossed the other senbon
and the kunai she had thrown, which he had caught, down at her feet.

�I didn�t think you�d attack me so fast. I was distracted. Damn but you have good reflexes but some bad
eyes.� His shaggy hair was damp with
sweat and he looked tired. Sakura took
pity on him, softening her severe expression.
This was all just a mistake.

�Why don�t you rest a minute and tell me what happened. I�ll take care of your leg.� He looked suspiciously at her. �Don�t worry, I�m
trained for this after all. It�s just a
scratch really.� Sakura understood too
well how other ninja mistrusted medic nin. To go to a medic, for some ninja, was an
admission of weakness. And manly men
like Kiba were some of the least likely to seek help
even for bad wounds. This little senbon really wasn�t much of a problem, but she didn�t want
him to be infected just because she didn�t recognize him fast enough. At the very least she would catch hell from Tsunade later.

�I guess you could.
It�s your fault after all.� Kiba had always been direct to the point of being
insulting. Sakura just shrugged it off;
she understood he didn�t mean anything personal and that it was just his mouth
moving before his brain caught up. �I
don�t suppose you�ve seen anything else out here have you?� She caught a trace of worry in his face.

She took some bandages out of her bag, and disinfectant, as
she prepared for wrapping up his leg after she took out the senbon. �No, why?�

Kiba looked a little bit nervous
as he answered. �It�s Akamaru. See. . . he kind of ran off.�

�Why would he do that?
Aren�t you two close? That doesn�t seem like him at all. You should be able to find him, right?� Her rapid questions just seemed to upset Kiba more.

�I can�t find him if he doesn�t want to be found.� Kiba snapped.

Sakura put up her hands in a defensive manner. �No need to get mad at me. I�m just trying to understand.�

With a mumble Kiba said something
under his breath after they were both silent a moment. Sakura asked him to speak up, and then wished
she had let it go when Kiba told her. �It�s early spring. All the dogs are in heat. He ran off to go find some bitch.�

�Kiba!�

�That�s the technical term!
Don�t give me that stuffy act like you�re insulted or whatever!�

Being a medic nin,
and not a veterinarian, Sakura didn�t know much about dogs or how their mating
practices worked. Regardless, it didn�t seem like the best time
to tell Kiba to take off his pants but she needed him
to if she was going to bind the wound.
Instead, she sat there with a blush on her cheeks and tried to tell
herself that she was a medic. The human
form was perfectly neutral to her. Kiba didn�t make it any easier for her as he kept talking, now
that someone was willing to listen to his worries.

�It�s only been a week, and now every bitch in town is just
dying for it. They make so much noise at
night I can hardly sleep and Akamaru has been whining
for days on end because I�m forced to keep him chained up. Poor guy.� Sakura was looking down at her hands,
clutching the medical supplies. �What�s
wrong with you? You look like you�re
getting sick or something.�

�It�s nothing.� She
forced herself to take a more professional attitude. Pretending that she was a matron, an old hand
at dressing wounds, and not the embarrassed rookie she really was at this, she
said, �Could you please remove your pants so I could treat your wound?�

Kiba didn�t blink an eye. �Sure.�
He was taking down his pants without a trace of shame and still talking
as Sakura waited with a stoic expression printed onto her face. �So this morning I felt so bad, because Akamaru has been whining, and I just let him run around
free for a minute. Then my sister called
me, right, and I looked away for like a second and �poof� he�s gone. . . Oi, Sakura, my pants are off now.�

With efficient hands she inspected the wound, and noted how
cleanly the senbon had pierced itself into his
thigh. She pulled it out quickly, hoping
to make the pain last only as long as necessary. Blood seeped out from the wound and she
disinfected it before wrapping a bandage neatly around his leg. Kiba had watched
her silently, not moving or making any noise even when she knew it couldn�t
have been a pleasant experience.
Strangely, he began to fidget when she ran her hands over the muscles of
his thigh, searching for any abnormalities or other injuries. All she found were powerful leg muscles, warm
and supple, and not nearly as boring as the charts of the human musculature
that she was expected to memorize. Kiba growled, and Sakura assumed she had aggravated his
wound, so stopped.

�Sorry, I just needed to make sure everything was in working
condition.�

�Everything is in damn good working condition.
. . no thanks to you.� He snarled a
little as he said it, and Sakura sighed again at his antagonism. He turned away from her and put on his pants
again. She felt like she needed to make
things up to him somehow. It wasn�t like
she had truly handicapped him, but the feeling of obligation was strong.

Kiba turned around and gave her an
enigmatic glance. She caught his
eye. �I�d like to help you search for Akamaru. Is there
anything I can do?�

He snorted, then seemed to actually
consider her offer. �Sure,� he responded. �You might come in handy, I guess. If he�s hurt or something.� Then he took off at a brisk pace further into
the woods.

�How complimentary. . .�
Sakura mumbled to herself before following.

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�I can�t believe this!�
Kiba swore vehemently. �This is total shit! Where is Akamaru?�

Sakura, who had been hearing this and similar renditions of
it for the better part of a couple hours, was getting fed up. �Is it really so bad that he.
. . fulfills his instincts?�

This warranted a particularly condescending look from Kiba. �You know
nothing about breeding.�

Now it was her temper that snapped a bit. She hated being treated as if she were stupid
even more than she hated being referenced to as useless. �Then enlighten me.�

�A dog�s pedigree is important. He isn�t allowed
to breed with just any old bitch out there.
Selecting a possible mate for him will be my responsibility as soon as
there are some good choices. Right now
none of the bitches have very good hip structures, but my clan has been looking
outside Konoha for better possibilities. . .�

This was actually somewhat interesting. Sakura eyed Kiba
with new respect. He often seemed
irresponsible, but he really did try to think some things through it seemed.

�. . . and in addition, Akamaru
isn�t just some ordinary dog. Most
normal bitches wouldn�t be able to handle his pups. They could kill her, and then die themselves
and that would be a tragedy. It�s my
duty to make sure that something careless like this doesn�t happen.� Kiba was blaming
himself, it was obvious, and Sakura felt bad for him and his tortured state of
mind.

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop
them. �You could have him fixed. Then you wouldn�t have to worry about this at
all.�

Kiba looked scandalized.

�Why don�t you go stab Uzumaki in
the back a few hundred times? It would
betray his trust about as much as that would betray Akamaru�s
in me.� There was bitterness in his
voice as he advanced on her, backing her up against a tree with his eyes on
fire. �You don�t understand at
all.� His hands were resting on the
tree, caging her in, and she felt smothered by his presence.

With a dry throat, Sakura tried to calm Kiba
down. �You�re overreacting Kiba. No, I don�t
understand, that�s true. Then again, you
could just help me understand. I don�t
see why you should be so touchy about this.�
He was so much taller now, then when they had been genin
years ago. The dark tattooed marks of
his clan stood out on his cheeks in blood dark scratches, and made him all the
more intimidating. His eyes flickered to
her lips and then up to her wide green eyes before he pushed off the tree and
backed away. Sakura assumed he liked
playing the alpha male a little too much sometimes, and that little display had
been part of it.

�I�m just on edge.
There are a lot of mistakes I made today.�

�We all make mistakes.�
She tried to smile and jogged a bit to keep up with his quickening
pace. �But if you forgive me mine then
I�ll forgive you yours.�

Kiba gave her a questioning
glance. �You�re a funny girl, aren�t
you?�

�I�m as regular as the next girl.�

He didn�t seem to buy that, but his askance glare was
quickly turned to the forest as they continued on without talking to search for
Akamaru. It
had been somewhat late when Kiba had first stumbled
across Sakura and now the sky was turning the faint yellow that promised dusk
was soon to follow.

Since she was getting a little tired and they were a few
miles away from Konoha, Sakura had been trying to
find a good time to tell Kiba she was going
back. He might very well search all
night but she didn�t think that he would expect her too as well. The main issue that had her hesitating was
the way that Kiba kept touching his thigh. It was only every once in a while, but Sakura
was trained to notice details and particularly details that pertained to
injuries. His behaviors alerted her to
what might be a problem.

�Kiba.� She said it again and then nearly shouted it
to get his attention. �Kiba!�

�What? You�re already
tired?�

�Well, yes, but that isn�t what I wanted to ask you.�

Kiba stopped since Sakura had
halted as well. �What? Spit it out.�

�I think that I may have used some of my poisoned needles on
you. You keep touching your wound like it. . . like it might be bothering you.�

He had gone still at the word �poisoned�. �It itches a little.
. . you�re telling me you damn well poisoned
me?�

Quickly, she tried to dispel his alarm. �It isn�t poison, well.
. . only in the technical sense. It just
functions as a mild sedative. It isn�t
any worse for your system then a night of overdoing it with alcohol,
really. Though it will slow you down a
little bit and it does cause the wound to itch around the edges of the skin. .
.�

�Thanks a lot there, Sakura.� Sarcasm dripped from his words like heavy
syrup. �Now at least I know why I feel
kind of sleepy too. I still need to find
Akamaru. I�m
sure I�ve already failed by now and my family will make me go to every litter
of pups in Konoha to make sure that Akamaru isn�t the father.�
There was fatalism in his words that made Sakura feel compassion for him
again. Kiba
sank to the ground, back against a tree, and sighed.

She rummaged around in her pack and took out a small bag of
snacks. �It isn�t much, but this should
help you keep up your energy a little.�
Sakura sat down next to him, also leaning against the tree as she handed
Kiba the packet of crackers.

�Thanks Sakura.� Kiba said, for the first time being gentle to her since he
had run across her. When Sakura
shivered, rubbing her arms at the way the spring day was becoming cold with
dusk, Kiba moved closer so that their sides touched
and she could keep in some of that precious heat.

They sat there companionably while Kiba
ate her snacks. Sakura looked around at
the forest and the way everything seemed to be budding. It all looked new and hopeful, now that
winter was passing away. There was
always something pleasant about the return of all the green of the forest that
appeared to die every year.

�What are you thinking about? That big head of your must have something
going on in it.� As much as the
reference to her large head was unappreciated, Sakura knew that he was trying
to make conversation and not insult her.
So she answered honestly.

�I was thinking how nice it was out here. Everything is blossoming again, but not all
the trees have their leaves. It�s very
hopeful. Ino
talked to me a lot back in the day about flowers, and so I always look for them
when spring comes back.�

Kiba smiled at that, and Sakura
thought he looked rather adorable when he was being candid. �Just because the flowers and leaves aren�t
all back yet doesn�t mean that there isn�t a lot going on in the forest. I feel bad for people like you. My clan has always had such a close
connection with animals. . . we know that lots of them
are active year round. When everyone
else thinks winter is dead, we know better.�
Sakura knew that the various clans were proud of their specialized
skills, and even if the Inuzuka were not the most
powerful, they seemed happy with their lot in life.

While Kiba talked about the
animals that just lived their lives during the colder months Sakura found
herself concentrating on the side of her that was pressed next to his. He seemed to be radiating warmth like a
heater and she envied him that. The
memory of running her hands over his thigh came to her vividly and she found
herself examining Kiba in a way she had never thought
to previously.

His eyes lit up when he talked, she saw, and there was a
vitality about him that just seemed to pour out all the time. She could barely tell that the sedative she
knew was coursing through his veins was having any effect. The energy he had seemed to be particularly
stubborn, and that was consistent with what she knew of him. Every so often she would hear about the
missions he went on from Naruto who kept up with the
progress of most of the ninjas in the village as if he were measuring himself
against them all. Kiba
was strong, that much she knew, though not as strong as some. That must be a source of irritation to him,
as she went back to her former musings about how he liked to act the part of
the alpha male.

There was an attractive roughness to him, a sort of untamed
quality that was just playful enough to be approachable. The shaggy hair and the frayed look of his
clothes and his weapons made him seem like the kind of ninja who actually got
into a job and knew how to use the tools of his trade. Not afraid to get dirty was another way to
put it. The tattoos added something too,
further making him seem almost foreign compared to the rest of the people of Konoha. He knew he
was unique and gloried in it.

Kiba�s body. . . well. . . if his
thigh was a representative sample of the rest of him then it was no wonder the Inuzuka�s were in no danger of becoming extinct. She knew he had speed to go with that power,
if he had kept up his training, so he wouldn�t be bulky. Just lean and. . .
AUGH! She had exclaimed the last part
out loud and then clapped a hand over her mouth.

�What are you staring at me for? It�s a sign of aggression in the animal
world, you know.� Kiba
interrupted Sakura�s reverie.

Sakura had absolutely no intention of telling Kiba that she had been picturing what he looked like under
his clothes. Instead she cleared her
throat and smiled. It was probably her
naughty inner voice, but there seemed no helping it when she blurted out, �So,
do you go into heat too?� Some days she
wished the ground would open up and swallow her down. Gaara of the Desert
had a good thing going with that.

For whatever reason, Kiba just
seemed to find this funny. �It isn�t the
same. I don�t go into heat like dogs do. . . but humans are in heat all the time.�

This was too interesting a topic for Sakura�s oversexed mind
to be able to resist, particularly when there was an attractive male pressed
next to her. �How can you tell?�

�Well,�
Kiba said, enjoying being the expert
opinion here. �There are signals. Women are more subtle about it then men,
usually. That�s the funny thing about
humans. Seems like when a guy wants a
girl, everybody knows it, but with girls you never know. Maybe my clan has a bit of an advantage,
though.�

�How so?� If she didn�t know better, she�d say that Kiba�s hand had purposefully brushed her thigh. But that could have just been her hormones
talking, or wishing, and it was more likely an accident.

The smile he gave her was predatory. �Smell. And of course the fact that we know more
about the physical signals of mating for animals then probably just about any
other clan. And humans are animals
too.� That was certainly an arm that was
around her shoulders now. �Still feeling
cold?� He asked with amusement and
something else girding his voice. It was
rough, whatever it was, and forced Sakura to shudder.

�I�m getting warmer.�
Her eyes were wide, and she realized belatedly that she was probably asking
for trouble with all this. But she had
had worse impulses and acted on them.
Maybe just one kiss wouldn�t hurt anything. You didn�t know until you tried.

Ironically, Kiba beat her to the
punch while she was still debating it in her head. He curled the arm around that had been behind
her and brought his face down to meet hers.
There was more enthusiasm than skill in the kiss, and Sakura found herself smiling as they pressed together, but the smile
didn�t last once his unoccupied hand began to knead at her breast. At first he was just pushing at it, getting
the texture of it memorized, and then he began to rub his thumb over her nipple
to make it pucker beneath her clothing.
Somehow, while she was paying more attention to his hand than his mouth,
he had snuck his tongue in there and she tasted the salty flavor of the
crackers he had eaten.

They broke apart and Kiba was about
to dive back in with even more gusto when Sakura held up a hand between
them. �Stop a moment.� She panted.
�Please.�

He huffed, but leaned back against the tree trunk. There was disappointment written on his
features but he had respected her decision to stop. �I guess this is where I should apologize. But I�m not going to. If I apologize, then it would mean that it
was a mistake.� Kiba
looked over at Sakura, eyes hot, �This was not a mistake.�

Sakura hummed low in her throat as she thought. This was surprising but not unpleasant. She had never been the kind of girl to go for
casual sex, but Kiba�s touch had been more inspiring
than that of the few men she had dated since she had gained some curves that
the boys of Konoha could no longer ignore. Naruto had
protectively kept a lot of the more shady boys out of her path, the playboys,
but for some reason many of those kind were the ones who seemed to be able to
catch a girl on fire. Even if Kiba was not a playboy, she doubted he wanted something
serious.

She could live with that.

Kiba was looking to her for a
signal, but she far surpassed his expectation by getting up and then kneeling
down in front of him. Straddling his
sitting form, she pressed against him and with a tinge a pride felt the
hardness that greeted her at his middle.
She swallowed his startled exclamation which quickly became a groan as
she slowly moved herself over him. Even
with all their clothes on, she knew that kind of friction would please him, and
the way he practically drove his tongue into her mouth and his hands up her
shirt seemed to confirm it.

Once Sakura leaned her head back to enjoy the sensations his
questing hands were working on her body he took the opportunity to explore her
neck. All her hair fell to one side as
he sucked the fair skin at her throat.
When that proved not to be satisfying enough for him, he began to paw at
her shirt until he caught enough of the fabric to tear it down the front. Sakura tried to protest but he kissed her
harshly, tongue sweeping over hers and she couldn�t keep up any solid thoughts
let alone a reason to stop him from destroying her clothing.

The shirt was ripped halfway to her navel when Kiba felt he had enough room to stick his hand in and feel
the soft skin of her breast freely as he had been desiring to so badly. While he was mesmerized by just how petal
soft Sakura�s breasts were, Sakura took advantage of his brief lack of activity
to open up his jacket and run her hands over his chest as well. It was just as she had suspected, as the lean
muscles jumped at her touch.

Impatiently Sakura rubbed herself over his erection and he
shook beneath her with the force of his need.
She suspected he was holding back for some reason, so she decided to
take the initiative once again.

�Kiba,� Sakura gave a throaty whisper into his
ear. �I�m not doing this in the dirt.�

He didn�t seem to care, whatever she wanted he would obey as
his lust addled brain slowly responded to her demand. First he pushed at her body, and Sakura got
up from where she had been straddling him on the ground. Kiba himself
practically jumped up after her, hands all over her body. It was gratifying to be so sexy to a man that
he couldn�t stop touching you, Sakura thought, and she was helping him undo his
pants as he worked on hers. His were
easy enough, but when he couldn�t seem to figure out how all the buttons and
zippers on hers, she felt rather than heard the buttons pop soon followed by
her skin being exposed to the air.

There was no time for awkwardness or even more undressing as
Kiba backed her up against the tree and slammed
himself into her more than ready body.
Sakura wrapped her legs around him as he pounded into her at a furious
pace. She didn�t think he could keep up
such an energetic display, but she was wrong and found herself reacting to his
forceful pistoning with the slow realization that he
was actually going to get her to orgasm this way if he kept it up.

Kiba�s hungry mouth sought her
neck, already beginning to bruise, and this time his teeth were biting into her
lightly. It was a possessive grip,
slightly painful but more exhilarating, and Sakura finally found that it
shocked her to her senses enough to meet his thrusts with similar passion. His concentration was beginning to flag as he
neared his climax, and she began to encourage him wordlessly with her loud
involuntary moans of pleasure at the crest of each stroke.

She knew she was close and so was he, but it proved to be Kiba who let go first.
He shuddered and bit down hard into her shoulder but only paused a
moment before gamely continuing so that Sakura found her world exploding soon
after. Locked together, panting, Sakura
smiled as Kiba licked the wound at her neck that he
had made. After setting her feet back on
the ground, they separated and Kiba pulled up his
pants again. Sakura managed to get hers
on to, despite the lack of a button or two, and tried to put together her shirt
to cover a little more of her chest then it was currently managing.

The sweat on her skin was uncomfortable but not unfamiliar
since she had been training earlier that day, but this was definitely more
gratifying. All over she felt like she
was glowing, and Kiba too
seemed to have a spring in his step as he paced about the small clearing they
had stopped at. When he couldn�t take it
any more he practically bounced over and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips
before shying away again. They smiled at
one another and Sakura remarked to herself about how Kiba
was very energetic after sex. You wouldn�t
suspect that he had ever had sedative pumping through his veins.

�I can�t believe that the sedative didn�t slow you
down.� Sakura said out loud, continuing
where her thoughts had left off.

�Hell no!� Kiba laughed. �There were more important things to be
done!�

Now Sakura laughed.
�Nice to know I�m important.�

Kiba gave her an oddly sincere
look. �Of course you are.� Then, as if he were trying to change the
subject deliberately he moved up to her and stroked the skin around her wound. �You should take care of that and go back to
town while I find Akamaru.�

She had to admit that his suggestion was probably the best
one, and nodded. It wasn�t deep, but it
was stinging quite a lot and she should probably treat it with more than only
the little bit of supplies that she had here.
�I�ll do that.� Kiba watched her as she left, but she turned around before
she was out of hearing range to add.
�Come visit me when you do find him, I�d like to see you again.� He nodded.

Sakura wished that Kiba were more
the boyfriend type because she actually enjoyed his presence. She supposed she�d have to settle for really
good sex, and invest in some more medical supplies as well as some easily torn
turtleneck shirts. With a smile on her
face, she took off running for Konoha.

Kiba watched Sakura go
fondly. Now he had even more reason to
find Akamaru, if for nothing else than to tell him
the good news. After all, even if dogs
didn�t, an Inuzuka mated for life. Wouldn�t Sakura be surprised when she found
out, he thought with a smile. She�d just have to get used to it. He wouldn�t be content to make puppy eyes at
her for years, like Lee, and now that she was his he would make sure no other
man would get near her.

Yes, all things considered, Kiba
felt it was a good day.
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