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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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Sakura emerged from her bathroom late Thursday evening with a fluffy pink towel wrapped around her body. She walked barefoot across the carpeted floor and settled in front of her dresser. She took out a blower and a brush and began to dry her hair. The meeting with Sayuri was in a little over half an hour and she didn't want to be late. She had already received smug criticism from the sixty-year-old spy for not having figured out quickly enough that the latter was a Konoha spy and the brunette certainly didn't want another dose of that.
The day was a frustratingly uneventful one for the kunoichi, though it was partly her fault that it was so. She growled in frustration and immediately whined afterwards. Her dissatisfaction had produced a particularly harsh brushstroke. She massaged her scalp gently and resumed a few seconds later with gentler movements.
'I reiterate, if you're going to end up hurting yourself, then maybe you should've said yes to Kiba earlier,' her inner self complained.
'You know I couldn't have,' the medical-nin replied, a surge of heat springing from within her core. She continued the rhythmic motion of her arms, the earlier events replaying themselves in her mind.

A familiar chakra awakened Sakura from her slumber. Her internal clock told her it must've been just a little past midnight and a quick glance at the bedside alarm clock confirmed it. She propped herself up on her elbows and took a quick peek at her door. The thick, thirteen-inch giant that stood proudly from her visitor's groin was more than enough identification.
"Hey," whispered Kiba as he moved forward.
"Hey," the addressed replied while trying not to stare at the heavy slab of rigid flesh. She failed miserably.
The Inuzuka braced his firm buns against the kunoichi's dresser and leaned back casually, accentuating the contour of his luscious, moonlit abs. He folded his arms across his broad chest and simply stared at the ninja stretched across the sheets.
Even from the shadows, the brunette sensed the intensity of the gorgeous hunk's gaze. "What?" she asked, breaking several seconds of silence.
The brunet breathed deeply and smiled. "Nothing," he said, "Just enjoying the view."
The medical-nin looked down. Her thin nightgown really didn't leave anything to the imagination. She was unable to suppress a smile of her own. She allowed her eyes to roam over the entirety of the tall man's breathtaking form—that tireless machine of pleasure. "What I'm seeing isn't bad either," she replied.
'Understatement of the year,' Inner Sakura commented.
Kiba's smile grew into a wider grin. "Then maybe you should move in with me," he offered with a suggestive wag of his brows. "The view up there is… captivating."
The emerald-eyed ninja was quick to pick up the dual meaning of the statement. The dog-nin's flat occupied the entire top floor of the tallest apartment complex in Konoha. She had been on the terrace several times in the past and knew that the place did have a breathtaking view. Being the heir to an old and powerful clan really had its perks. Additionally, the hunky brunet earned a lot from missions, so money wasn't really a problem for him.
The statement's other meaning was much less wholesome and far more alluring. Rumors have been floating around for years that the hunky Inuzuka never wore a stitch of clothing while at home—a rumor that the brunette had just recently confirmed. The kunoichi cleared her throat and pushed aside the lewd thoughts that threatened to consume her sanity. "I'm sorry," she said, conjuring fake laughter, "but I'd have to decline."
"Why?" the onyx-eyed stud asked.
The docility in her lover's voice caught Sakura by surprise. Rejection wasn't something Kiba got very often, particularly from the ladies, so she expected him to become a bit bewildered. Shaking off the mild confusion at her boyfriend's unexpected passivity, she focused on his query and promptly blushed, realizing that her reason was a rather embarrassing thing to admit. After a few seconds, she sighed. She knew that the dog-nin would eventually get the truth out of her, and the longer she kept denying it would only mean that the hung jōnin would stick around longer. Her willpower was already running low. "Because you walk around naked in your apartment, Kiba," she said, trying to keep her voice level.
"So?" the Inuzuka prodded.
'Oh, damn it to hell!' the medical-nin mentally ranted. "I'd probably jump you at every given opportunity!" she blurted out. The moment she said it, her inner self started mocking her by picking up the imaginary pieces of her broken pride. She growled at the being's juvenile display.
The brown-haired stud hummed deeply, the manly sound causing electricity to shoot up and down the kunoichi's body. "You make it sound as if that's a bad thing," the man purred. He moved forward several paces and placed his palms on the bed. He crept forward like a predator—his movements slow and graceful yet radiating power and masculinity at the same time.
'Oh, kami, help me!' Sakura silently prayed. The feral look on her lover's breathtakingly handsome face was turning her into a puddle of hormones. She felt his familiar weight of his muscle-bound body upon her and was briefly able to see him hover before he swooped down for a kiss. The underside of his thick column of rigid man-meat ground against her dripping slit through the thin fabric of her nightgown and the sensations drove her to the brink of insanity. When their lips finally parted, the medical-nin mustered the concentration to speak. "H-Hey," she managed to say despite her disorientation, not to mention the raging need in her crotch, "I have to meet Sayuri tomorrow, remember? I want to be in top form, just in case I encounter problems."
That was what Kiba needed to hear, it seemed. His broad shoulders slumped slightly in defeat. He lunged forward and gave the green-eyed woman a peck on the lips. "I suppose you're right," the thwarted man admitted. "I just can't help it. When I see you, I get so hard and—"
"Glad to know the feeling's mutual," the kunoichi quickly replied, cutting off the tall man. Her resolve was already slipping, and having a well-endowed guy talk about erections, particularly his own, certainly wasn't very helpful. "See? That's why we can't live together just yet. We'd forget all about missions and die of hunger. Well, your family's rich, so I guess the dying of hunger thing would only apply to me."
"But that's not the only reason," the raven-eyed shinobi whispered so softly that even the woman's trained ears weren't able to pick it up.
A query aimed to clarify was already at the tip of the emerald-eyed ninja's tongue, but just as she was about to open her mouth, the well-built Inuzuka rolled off the bed. He stood with his back towards her and looked outside her window. His scrumptious ass proved to be so awe-inspiring that the brunette lost her train of thought. He turned around and, for a split-second, caught the lounging vixen ogling. He grinned slyly at her briefly before his eyes softened. "Take care tomorrow, got it?" he said, his deep voice laced with concern.
Sakura nodded. "I will."
The brunet looked down at his throbbing pole and chuckled. "Speaking of taking care of things, I suppose I'll be taking care of… this," he muttered. "I'll be masturbating on the rooftop," he said casually, as if standing naked and touching one's self in open spaces was the most natural thing in the world, "Who knows? Maybe there are some people still awake. I'll make sure to put on a good show for them. You might want to take a peek too, just to give you some nice things to dream about tonight." He stroked his enormous cum cannon teasingly a few times before walking toward the balcony and slipping out the room. He looked back one last time through the glass and gave the room's occupant and flirty wink before finally disappearing.
The medical-nin took a deep breath and bit her lip as she stared at the vacuum Kiba left. Her walls quaked in fury for having been denied the pleasure of being caressed intimately by the dog-nin's prized tool. She crashed onto her bed and pushed the pillows against her face so hard she almost ended up suffocating herself.
'Hey, if you're going to end up hurting yourself, then maybe you should've said yes,' Inner Sakura growled.
The horny kunoichi was too preoccupied to pay her inner self any attention whatsoever. Images of the handsome hunk flooded her mind. He would stand confidently on the ledge with legs far apart as he bared himself to the world, unashamed to display what exceptional Inuzuka genes and the kami had blessed him with. He'd be sweaty and panting as his rough hands slid up and down his colossal, pre-cum-coated fuckstick. He'd feel lustful eyes on his magnificent, rapture-bound frame. "Go ahead. Watch me," he'd command them.
"O-oh good heavens!" the brunette panted before finally letting her hand go to where it had been itching to go to for a while now.

'Major drool alert, girl,' Inner Sakura warned amusedly.
Sakura zoomed back to reality and nearly died of embarrassment after she saw herself on the mirror. A thin trail of glistening fluid connected the edge of her lips to the surface of her desk where a substantial puddle had formed. To make things worse, a portion of her hair had begun to frizz out after being exposed to the blower for the kami know how long. "Terrific," she muttered, a faint reddish hue present on her cheeks as she took a piece of tissue paper to wipe both her mouth and the puddle dry. She threw the soggy material into the nearby waste basket. She sighed and put on a restorative hair product on her damaged locks. Hair wasn't something even the most talented medical-nin could heal because it was comprised of dead tissue. Forcing it to live again would be somewhat like Summoning Technique: Reanimation, except that it was an absurdly banal application. 'Who knows? Maybe that's what that bastard Orochimaru used to keep his hair so silky and glossy it placed the best hair models to shame,' she thought jokingly.
'Tick tock, darling,' her inner self said, 'I don't think you have the time to think about kinjutsu and creepy Sannin.'
A quick glance at her clock caused the beautiful brunette to move faster. With unexpected expertise that rivaled the best hair experts, she folded and spun her hair into a bun and held it in place with bands and few pins. She allowed the tips to jut out from the top to give it a youthful look. She walked to her dresser and picked out an outfit that consisted of form-fitting jeans, a sleeveless black top and leather boots. Being primarily a taijutsu-based fighter, she needed to be able to move freely. At the same time, she still needed to play the part of a fun and flirty party girl. Thankfully, the heels on the boots weren't too high or pointed. She had experienced fighting on stilettos in the past and it was something she never wished to try again.
A small amount of powder, a bit lip gloss and spray of cologne later, the kunoichi was all set. She checked the time once more. "Fifteen minutes," she noted, "The restaurant's at most ten minutes away, and that's if I walk like an eighty-year-old. I've got time" She looked at herself one last time on the mirror before sauntering to the door.
Upon opening the threshold, the medical-nin was greeted by an unexpected whiff of an expensive male fragrance. The other person was more startled than she was and actually jumped a little. It appeared that he was just about to knock on her door when it suddenly swung open. "Kai?" she asked.
"Hey," the sapphire-eyed stud greeted. He stepped back to allow the gorgeous woman to step out and close the door behind her. "Going out?" he asked.
"Yeah," the emerald-eyed beauty answered, "Looks like you are too." The well-built man was garbed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the topmost buttons left open to reveal a sliver of his luscious chest. He had a gray pullover and tight black denim pants. The brunette cleared her throat, realizing she had been staring. She silently hoped that the ebony-haired hunk didn't notice. "Well then, I suppose I'm off. Have fun," she told the handsome man in front of her before starting towards the roomier part of the flat.
"Um, actually—" Kai stammered, catching Sakura's attention. "I just thought that, you know, since Jin's a little… busy, maybe you'd like some company tonight."
One of the shinobi's brows arched. She suppressed a blush. 'He can't possibly mean—'
The Silver King quickly realized how badly he stated his invitation. "I-I meant maybe you and I could go downstairs to have a few drinks and chat," he clarified.
"Kai…" the medical-nin began.
"I know," the addressed responded quickly, "You're with Jin. I know. I just…" He sighed. "I just thought we could, you know, maybe hang out a little. I wanted to ask you earlier, but you seemed so sleepy and lethargic the whole day."
'No thanks to Kiba and your fingers,' Inner Sakura remarked, much to the outer self's disdain. "Sorry, Kai, but I have to go somewhere tonight," she told the tall man apologetically, "Maybe next time?" She started to turn.
"Just one drink?"
The green-eyed kunoichi's internal alarms started ringing. The handsome stud seemed almost desperate to stall her. Did he know of her secret meeting with Sayuri? 'Impossible,' she thought. She looked at the Silver King for a moment. He really dressed up for the occasion and seemed to have sprayed a bit too much cologne in his nervousness. His anxiety was so palpable, it was downright adorable. She looked at his bright azure orbs. They were pleading and hopeful, and utterly breathtaking.
'Oh, kami…'

The Three Kings was bustling with activity despite it being a Thursday night. It wasn't nearly as crazy as it was compared to last Tuesday, or all performance nights, Sakura inferred, but it certainly matched the density of Konoha's hottest spot, aptly named The Spot. Most of the princes were present, albeit easy to miss given the volume of people. Spotting Kyosuke, on the other hand, was practically effortless as he was dancing topless in the middle of the dance floor and was surrounded by a drooling mob. His sweat-soaked torso rippled as he ground his hips to the beat. The Golden King noticed the lovely brunette sitting at the bar and sent a flirty wink her way.
The sudden heat that flooded the kunoichi's form caused her to gulp down nearly half of her glass of vodka in one go. The alcohol hit home and she felt slightly lightheaded, causing her to sway a little in her seat.
"Whoa! Slow down!" Kai burst out worriedly. He caught her shoulder and allowed her to lean on him.
The medical-nin immediately felt a wave of killing intent directed her way. She sighed. Part of her character profile required her to be a social butterfly, but she didn't realize how difficult it would be. She knew being linked to Kiba would cause some friction between her and most of the ladies, but she had hoped that she would be able to locate a few members of that hypothetical subset of atypical individuals who, for one reason or another, wouldn't be attracted to the dog-nin so that she could go out and act like a normal party girl. Sadly, holding the interest of the other two kings made it impossible. Besides, it appeared that the absurdly hung Inuzuka had captured everybody's eyes, so her hypothetical subset was, in essence, a null set. She took another gulp from her glass. It wasn't as large as the first one, but still rather sizeable.
"You… really don't like my company that much, huh?" the blue-eyed stud sighed.
The brown-haired shinobi looked up from atop the man's shoulder and found that he was looking far away at nothing in particular. His normally vibrant eyes looked crestfallen. It would've been so much simpler to just let him think that she hated his guts. "No, no, that's not it," she found herself saying. "My throat suddenly felt really… dry," she admitted.
"Because of Kyosuke?" Apparently, he had followed her line of vision earlier.
"I…" the emerald-eyed beauty stalled, reddening uncontrollably.
The ebony-haired hunk looked down and crystal blue eyes met vivid green ones. For a moment, the world stilled. Sakura became vaguely aware of how intimate their position was. Her face was cradled by the hollow of his shoulder. He had wrapped an arm around her while one of her hands had found itself upon one of his thighs. Every inch of him felt so firm and strong. His face was breathtaking; his eyes, mesmerizing; his lips, so kissable…
'Shit!'
The medical-nin's eyes widened and she found herself pulling away as if she had touched a red-hot pan. She downed the remaining fluid in her glass and looked at her watch. 'Six minutes! Fuck!' She stood up, her ninja training allowing her to do so despite the slight lightheadedness. "Sorry, Kai," she mumbled, starting for the door, "I really have to—"
"I… really like you. You know that, right?"
The kunoichi stopped dead. She turned around slowly and found the well-built man looking down at his hands. "Well," she muttered, her own cheeks reddening, "I guess I had a hunch ever since you got a little, um, excited while we had dinner together."
Kai said nothing.
Sakura stepped forward and crouched in front of the man. She held the handsome man's hands tenderly. "We should probably talk about this some more, but now is just not a good time. Tell you what. Let's go out tomorrow morning—just you and me. Until then, cheer up." She gave him a tiny peck on the cheek before standing up and walking to the exit. She looked back one last time to see the raven-haired hunk force a smile and wave. She felt a small stab in her heart, but she pushed it aside and went past the threshold.
Kyoko eyed the events that occurred at the bar stools with interest. The edge of her lips curled up. "Perfect," she whispered in delight.

Author's Notes: My sincerest apologies for the late update. I was about to post the next parts but found them unsatisfactory upon closer examination, so I rewrote them entirely. I added this too, just so we're on schedule. Expect a lot of action in the next update. Until then!
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