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Territorial	By : Hedder Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
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: Yosh! Thanks to everyone for the reviews, they really encouraged me to get the third chapter out quicker…that and my muse is a slave driver. I’m glad this pairing has been so well recieved.

Thanks to my wonderful beta Katsuyo.

Things said in ‘single quotations’ indicate Akamaru’s speech. Only Inuzuka clan members can understand the large fluff ball. X3

Italics mean private thoughts

Marked

The compound was in utter chaos.

Today was definitely not a good day for Tsume. She stood in the doorway of her office with her arms crossed, glaring out across the courtyard at the large crowd gathering around yet another brawl. Kiba was currently crouched, his fingers spread out on the ground. Across from him was Dokuga, a young chuunin, in a similar position. Tsume’s eyes scanned the crowd for signs of Akamaru but only saw Kiba’s shirt and jacket discarded in a pile.

Where is that mutt?

A few boys looking particularly bruised, cheered on their younger friend. Apparently, their cries were working because Dokuga lunged forward blindly leaving his body wide open.

Stupid.

The rest of the clan was silent as they watched with slight amusement. Tsume, however, was not amused as her idiot son sent the other dog nin flying.

How the hell did all this start?

Dokuga growled and scrambled back up to his feet rushing forward once more. Kiba easily blocked the fist with his forearm, his muscles settling into the familiar rhythm of blocking and evading. Kiba surveyed with smug delight that Dokuga was becoming more impatient, his punches turning careless. He ducked quickly under the swift arc of another punch and deftly flipped the boy the ground. Dokuga let out a grunt of pain and sat up, looking away in submission.

Disappointed that the fight was over, the crowd started to break up. Kiba bent to snag his clothing barely sensing the kunai headed for his face. He fumbled to move back and turned his head, hissing when he felt the sharp edge slice the side of his ear. He reeled to find Dokuga and his friends grinning haughtily.

His bronzed face twisted in anger and he growled dangerously.

That’s when Tsume saw the familiar movement of his hands.

“Kiba!” She barked.

Her son’s ear twitched and he turned to glare at her. Their eyes locked and Tsume was slightly surprised to see him stare longer than necessary before eventually shifting his eyes to her nose. She turned around and headed back inside, motioning for him to follow.

Tsume sat down at the low table and crossed her legs. Kiba shuffled into the room, sliding the door closed and dropped down across from her. She placed her right elbow on the table and learned forward, immediately smelling the high levels of testosterone radiating from him.

“Care to tell me why you saw fit to injure some of our younger shinobi?” she asked dryly.

Kiba looked to his right, staring hard at the paper door. The muscles in his jaw twitched with every slow breath he took.

“Kiba,” Tsume commanded, “Answer me!”

She saw his gaze shift to the floor as he licked his bottom lip.

Tsume rested her chin in her right hand and gripped her knee with the other.

This could take all day.

“Why don’t you just tell me already…I’m too tired to be completely angry.” Grumbled Tsume.

“Kyouken challenged me.”

Tsume let out an exasperated sigh, “And I suppose everyone else challenged you as well?”

Fights weren’t uncommon in their social hierarchy between coming-of-age males but Kiba was past that particular stage. Small challenges happened on an every day basis between members of a pack but they rarely resulted in actual fighting, a lot of snarling maybe but never punches and certainly not jutsus.

“Well, not exactly…” Kiba mused.

“Kiba-”

“Kyouken ate my share this morning.”

Tsume blinked, “This was over food?”

Kiba shrugged dismissively, “Souku attacked me because I hit Kyouken… then all eight of Souku’s brothers decided to jump me…so I defended myself.”

“And Dokuga?”

“Dokuga?”

Kiba grinned, “He just pissed me off.”

Tsume slid her chin down so her face was hidden in her hand.

“So, you thought it was necessary to use a jutsu?”

“Technically, I didn’t. You stopped me.”

Tsume looked at her son, a sharp canine poking out past his smirking lips.
“Honestly, brat…you’re acting like a Genin. You’re a Jounin now,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “And an ANBU at that.”

Kiba unconsciously scratched the bandage around his left bicep.

“Sorry…I guess I’m just feeling stressed lately.”

Tsume snorted.

“What am I going to tell them?” she asked and pointed towards the door,

“They will want an explanation.”

“You can tell them that there is a bitch in heat …or something.”

Tsume laughed, “We all know that your nose sniffs the other way.”

“Ma!” Kiba yelped and colored fiercely.

Tsume laughed even harder when Kiba’s tattoos became practically invisible. Three years ago, she had inadvertently walked in on her son and that Uzumaki boy…training.

Yes, she was going to call it training.

“I couldn’t care less, Kiba. You’re not the first Inuzuka to choose the same sex. In fact, after your father-”

Kiba coughed loudly and shifted uneasily. He knew Tsume secretly enjoyed tormenting her only son.

“How’s your ear?”

Kiba grunted.

“Good. Am I going to have to ban you from the compound?” she asked.

“No.”

“Are you going to refrain from unnecessary fighting?”

“Yes,” replied Kiba with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“By that, I also mean any unnecessary stress-relieving fights.” Countered Tsume with a forbidding frown.

Kiba grumbled, “Fine.”

Tsume nodded, “Good.”

Kiba rose fluidly from the floor and gave Tsume a quick bow but she
reached up and stopped him.

“One more thing - where is that dog of yours?”

“He’s having a check up with Hana.”

Tsume laughed, “How did you get him to go?”

“I told him we were going for a walk.”

“And that actually worked?!”

“I may have sedated him…” Kiba added sheepishly.

Tsume mouth twisted with amusement.

“You know he’s going to be mad-”

There was a soft knock and both turned towards the door. It slid open and Yamato stepped inside the room. He nodded towards Kiba and tossed him a scroll.

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‘May I have a word?’

Tsume glanced up from her scroll and smiled at Akamaru.

“How was your check up?”

Akamaru sat next to her and groaned, ‘Horrible.’

“Fleas?” asked Tsume, her eyebrow raising a fraction.

‘Thermometer.’

Tsume tried not to smile, “Oh.”

Akamaru shuddered and tried to look serious by squaring his shoulders,
‘It’s about Kiba.’

“He’s very popular today.”

Akamaru chuckled, ‘I heard.’

“Does this have something to do with his odd behavior lately?” she inquired.

Akamaru nodded, ‘He obsessed with a potential mate.’

Tsume’s eyes brightened and she leaned closer, “Who?”

Akamaru focused on her tattoos, ‘I – I don’t think it’s really my place to say.’

“Have they mated?”

‘No. Neither one is making a move…that’s the problem.’

Tsume leaned back and shrugged casually, “I wouldn’t worry. He’ll eventually break down and say something.”

Akamaru looked slightly alarmed, ‘I don’t think he will. He’s been marking obsessively-’

Tsume smiled and smoothed the spiky fur on top of Akamaru’s head, “I know you’re concerned but trust me, instinct always wins out. It’s natural for him mark things, you know that.”

‘But-’

Tsume rubbed the center of his chest with her knuckles and he felt his body unconsciously relax.

“Trust me.”

Akamaru sighed.

Maybe he was overreacting.

“Do you know where he is? Shino wanted us to come over for dinner. ”

“Oh,” Tsume frowned, “He went shopping.”

“Shopping?” Akamaru’s head snapped up.

Tsume noticed Akamaru’s ears twitched back in worry. Shopping was their code name for ANBU missions. Kiba thought it was stupid but one time Iruka had over heard Tsume mention to Hana that Kiba was on a long mission and he wouldn’t be able to help her with the dogs. The teacher had inquired which mission it was and Tsume had a hard time fumbling her way through a lie.

“He’s with two other members this time so there’s no need for you to be his shadow.”

Tsume chuckled when Akamaru frowned, “Yes, I know that you follow him.”

‘Sorry.’

“Don’t apologize, I’m glad that you are there as back up – but this time you need to stay here.”

Akamaru lay down and rested his head on his paws, feeling depressed.

Tsume gently rubbed behind his ears, “Everything will be okay.”
Akamaru whimpered.

He hated it when Kiba went shopping.

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Genma leaned over and pretended to look at the mission report in front of Iruka.

“He’s back.”

Iruka fumbled with the pencil he was holding. The teacher didn’t need to look up to know who Genma was talking about. Ever since he had inadvertently gotten drunk and told the other man that he liked one of the new ANBU members Genma felt the need to point out every time the member was around. He also told him that he had a crush on one of his former students but the name, thankfully, he was able to conceal…mostly for the reason that he was too drunk to remember Kiba’s name.

Iruka was determined not to look up and stare at the ANBU members like he usually did. He realized that his staring habit was being a little compulsive. He tried desperately to stare at the papers in concentration but Genma’s appreciative cooing wasn’t helping. Iruka was weak when it came to the regulated outfits of ANBU. He loved how the tight fitting armor clung to the well-toned bodies of half the male members. Iruka found the newest ANBU member with the canine mask particularly…enticing.

“I swear those pants they wear keep getting tighter,” Genma mused, clicking his senbon against his teeth, “I really hope Ibiki is late today…”

“You have a boyfriend,” Iruka hissed under his breath.

Genma chuckled, “Kakashi doesn’t mind…just as long as he can look too.”

Iruka sighed. It wasn’t fair. He knew that Genma knew who the ANBU member was through Kakashi but the special jounin refused to tell him. Of course, it would be against regulation for Iruka to know and he might be horrified if he actually knew the man but the deviant inside him was dying to find out.

It just wasn’t fair.

Iruka chewed on his lower lip and stole a quick glance around the room. He caught a glimpse of his profile as heconversed with two other members. The tips of the teacher’s ears turned pink and he mentally kicked himself.

Why was he blushing?

It wasn’t as if the ANBU noticed him anyway. He didn’t get to talk to him when he occasionally handed over the sealed scrolls. Iruka always got so flustered and he felt like he was a teenager again with a crush on the popular kid.

“Do you think he tans nude?” Genma asked mischievously, his breath tickling Iruka’s ear.

Iruka face flushed and he quickly dug his heel in the other man’s foot. Genma yelped and shot Iruka a hurt look but mischief still danced in his eyes.

“I agree, Iruka-sensei,” Genma exclaimed loudly, “Those pants really do show off his ass nicely.”

Everyone in the room briefly directed their gaze towards the two men. Iruka groaned inwardly when the ANBU masks stared blankly back at him.

He quickly hid his face in his hands, feeling the blood rush full force to his face.

Why did everyone always take pleasure in making him blush?

Genma laughed and Iruka’s eye twitched.

“Do that again,” Iruka warned his voice low and muffled through his fingers, “And I’ll take your senbon and stab you-”

His voice faltered.

He was too angry to think of a suitable place to cause the Jounin pain. There were too many potentially painful possibilities.

“Somewhere...” he finished lamely.

Genma laughed even harder causing Iruka to lay his head on the table in defeat. When the laughter had lessened to a deep hum in the back of his throat, Iruka picked his head back up to rest his chin on the table. As he glanced around the room, he noticed everyone was preoccupied again…talking about something or another - except for the dog-masked ANBU. Startled, he promptly sat up and pretended to adjust the scrolls in front of him.

By the way the other man was now leaning on the wall, Iruka couldn’t tell if he was being watched or not. The mask gave no indication of where the wearer’s eyes were directed. Evidently, he was still engaged in conversation with the other two because every now and then he would nod vaguely.

Once again, Iruka looked down in concentration but his eyes kept glancing towards the other side of the room. The ANBU had the appearance of one who demanded instant obedience and a shot of pleasure went through Iruka’s stomach. He eyes lingered over the broad, sloping spread of his shoulders that tapered to his slim waist and hips. It was a sensual experience for him just to look at the other man.

He didn’t realize that he was staring again until a scroll bonked him on the nose.

“W-wha?” Iruka looked at the green vest in front of him.

It momentarily reminded him that he needed to get a new vest. His old one was ruined from being hit by a water balloon filled with ink – Genma’s doing. Iruka had been teased all day by the other teachers and he felt naked without it. He turned his gaze upward and his breath almost hitched when he saw two familiar red fang tattoos. However, the face was vastly different.

Tsume’s lips cracked into a grin and she tilted her head, “Daydreaming, Iruka-sensei?”

Iruka laughed and rubbed the scar on his nose, “Sorry, I guess I’m just tired.”

Tsume chuckled and handed him a scroll, “Here is the list of new nin dogs - all registered.”

“A big litter this year?” he asked, eyeing the size of the scroll.

“There’s also a list of current companions with their yearly checkup at the bottom but we did have an unusually large number of qualified puppies this year.”

Iruka opened the scroll and whistled at the number of dogs. There had to be at least forty.

“Do you have shinobi for them all?” asked Iruka.

There was a sigh.

“Unfortunately, no. The breeding is usually closely regulated but some of the males got...” Tsume grinned, “Impatient.”

Iruka coughed.

There was nothing to be flustered about, he thought, they were talking about dogs for crying out loud.

“How is Kiba-kun?” he asked, privately hoping that he sounded nonchalant.

“Good. He’s going to start training a couple of the pups soon,” replied Tsume.

Tsume’s gaze suddenly fell heavily onto him, “Do you have all your teeth?”

“What?” his brows furrowed in confusion.

Tsume laughed, “I’m just curious.”

Still bewildered, Iruka pointed to a bottom front tooth, “This one’s fake…it got knocked out years ago in a fight.”

“Did you win?”

“Pardon?” asked Iruka with a frown.

What the hell is going on?

“Did you win the fight?” The dog-nin asked again.

“Yes…”

Tsume leaned forward and her nostrils flared slightly. Iruka was starting to feel increasingly uneasy.

“You are gay…right?” she whispered her voice surprisingly casual.
Just when Iruka thought his face couldn’t get redder, it did.

“I thought everyone knew - since I was with Raidou for two years…”

Tsume straightened up and smiled, “I was just checking.”

“May I ask why?”

Tsume shrugged, “Curious…that’s all.”

The teacher slowly nodded, still not understanding and scrunched his nose, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No - not at the moment,” Tsume laughed and motioned to a group of kunoichi, “I have to talk to Kurenai. I’ll see you around, Iruka-sensei.”

Iruka watched the woman leave.

What the hell just happened?

He shot a glance at Genma but the shinobi was busy doodling stick figures on a piece of paper. Rolling his eyes, he glanced towards the group of ANBU members but they were now by a table in a corner of the room talking to Ibiki. The dog ANBU was bent over pointing out something on the scroll.

Genma’s right…those pants are getting tighter…

Suddenly, a piece of paper was shoved in his face and Iruka had to blink his eyes back in focus. There were a couple of stick figures in various provocative poses/positions and Iruka had to laugh. He stopped laughing however, when he saw a stick couple on top of what looked like a teacher’s desk with an apple…or orange on it. One was wearing an ANBU mask while the other had a familiar ponytail.

“Genma…” Iruka growled threateningly and tried to snatch the paper from the other’s hands, “Give that to me!”

There was a struggle and Genma finally crumpled the piece of paper, which Iruka mistook as a sign that he was going to throw it away.
However, the Special Jounin just laughed and shoved it down the front of his pants. Smugly, he crossed his arms and looked at the Chunnin.

Iruka growled, “What are you? Five?”

Genma grinned and waggled his tongue at the teacher.

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Tsume watched Iruka out of the corner of her eye.

When she had initially walked into the mission room, she had felt like she had run into a brick wall. Kiba’s pheromones were everywhere and it had momentarily thrown her off balance. It didn’t take her long, however, to figure out who the hormones were directed at. Even though her son was on the other side of the room, she could see how his body leaned slightly towards Iruka’s direction.

Tsume warily sniffed the air. After she walked in, Kiba had become agitated - knowing that his mother would be able to tell what was going on. It also didn’t help that she talked to the scarred nin but she needed to find out some things for herself. She felt bad for embarrassing Iruka but she was able to figure out a couple of things.

One - Iruka was definitely attracted to ANBU Kiba. When she leaned forward, she could practically smell the desire on him.

Two - Iruka was also definitely attracted to Kiba because his heartbeat had picked up speed when he had asked about the Jounin.

Three - Iruka was in some sort of denial and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it. It was time to talk to Akamaru again.

Four - Akamaru hadn’t been over reacting when he talked to her a week ago but he hadn’t been right, either. Kiba wasn’t just looking for a partner because his pheromones were actually infused with microscopic amounts of chakra. Kiba was looking for a life mate. Clan members usually had multiple partners…rarely did one ever mate for life. Tsume was surprised that Kiba, of all people, was instinctively drawn down this path. She was pretty sure his son had no idea that he had subconsciously picked Iruka to be his life mate either. Idiot probably thought it was just lust.

Five - if they didn’t get together soon, Kiba would end up losing control…

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Kiba grinned behind his mask as he followed Iruka, walking silently in the shadows. He had waited outside the mission room until dark, waiting for Iruka’s shift to be over. For some reason, he was feeling extremely unsettled since his mother decided to show up.

What the hell did she say to him? Why did he point to his mouth?

He really didn’t understand why he followed the older chuunin but he really wasn’t regretting it either. Iruka dropped the stack of papers and was currently bent over muttering curses under his breath. The outlines of his shoulders strained against the navy fabric of his shirt when he stretched to reach the fallen essays.

He inhaled deeply and faintly smelled oranges with a hint of cinnamon but the damn mask was inhibiting his senses. In order to get past the mask, Kiba would have to direct chakra to his nose and he knew the momentary flux would alert Iruka. There was another smell clinging to the man but he couldn’t quite place it. Taking his chances, he moved closer in an attempt figure out that smell. He inhaled again and his mouth went dry.

Arousal.

Kiba felt a twinge of jealousy. Who had been able to arouse Iruka? Had it been that bastard Genma? Iruka was supposed to be his… well in theory. The need to mark more than just Iruka deemed areas kept growing stronger each time he saw him.

He followed Iruka until they reached his apartment. Kiba hung back away from the light coming from the small lantern near the door. Iruka sighed and nudged a dead flower with the tip of his sandal.

Oops.

The dog nin resisted the urge to moan when Iruka paused momentarily tilting his head slightly, exposing the expanse of his neck.

Thank god for summer.

In the summertime Chunnins were allowed to wear undershirts that had no collar. Most of the time no one wore them but Iruka seemed to be the exception. It was also nice that the bulky vest was nowhere in sight. His tanned skin gleamed with perspiration and Kiba bit his bottom lip, tasting blood. To his surprise the other man spun around and looked right at the shadow he was lurking in.

“Konohamaru, is that you? You need to work on your stalking skills,” he asked with mild interest.

Kiba frowned, how did he-?

Iruka’s whole face spread into a smile, “I know you’re there.”

Kiba started to back away ready to leave Iruka standing there when a mischievous thought crossed his mind.

Why not have a little fun?

Iruka gave a small gasp when Kiba stepped forward into the soft light.

“A-ANBU-sama…” Iruka bowed awkwardly, “I’m s-sorry I thought you were one of my students.”

Kiba couldn’t help but chuckle taking a step closer inhaling more of the man’s scent. The older man reached his hand up behind his head and fingered his hair tie.

He stepped back and his back bumped up against the door, “W-why are you here?”

Kiba paused and searched his mind rapidly trying to think of an excuse.

I want to fuck you and make you my mate? Kiba thought, and then snorted, No…that wouldn’t go over right.

“Escorting?” Kiba said and shrugged, his voice muffled by his mask.

He hoped that would be a convincing answer. He never had been that good at lying. Apparently it worked, because Iruka’s mouth twisted into a scowl and his face colored.

“I may not be a Jounin but I can certainly take care of myself,” Iruka said sternly, his prided wounded. “I’m sorry you felt the need to protect me but you’ve wasted your time.”

Kiba couldn’t help but grin sinisterly from ear to ear when Iruka turned his back to him and violently tried to open his door. For Kiba, it wasn’t a sign of aggression…it was an invitation. Swiftly, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around Iruka’s body - pinning him to the door. The papers scattered once again.

Iruka, startled by the genuine feeling of being trapped - tried to wrench away but he was held firmly in place.

Kiba smiled against his mask enjoying the warmth emitting from the chuunin trapped in his arms, “Your reflexes are slow, Umino-san.”

Iruka laughed nervously, “I-I wasn’t expecting y-you to attack me.”

“A shinobi must always be prepared,” Kiba said smartly quoting one of Iruka’s own lectures.

Iruka on the other hand, remained obliviously preoccupied as his body reacted to the toned flesh pressed up against his own.

Even though the mask limited his senses, Kiba was still able to smell the strong scent of Iruka’s arousal…for him. Kiba didn’t know whether to be pleased or slightly annoyed.

Why couldn’t the teacher be affected by Kiba and not his ANBU alter ego?

He couldn’t help but feel a little rejected, having to hide behind his mask in order to entice the Chuunin.

Well, at least it is something

Kiba could feel the light shiver run through the other nin’s body. Even though Iruka was taller than him he was able to easily rest his chin on his shoulder. His mouth watered and he suddenly felt intoxicated.

“Do you want me?” Kiba asked in a husky undertone.

He waited for Iruka’s reply with the expectancy of a cat stalking some small creature it fancied. There was a heavy pause and Kiba’s ear twitched when Iruka’s breathe quicken. Iruka’s muscles tensed and he tilted forward away from him. Kiba frowned, fearing that the man might bolt at any moment horrified and ashamed but to his surprise Iruka suddenly leaned back against his body and gave a small nod.

Kiba growled and reached his arm up, pulling a startled Iruka’s hitai-ate down over his eyes. He roughly shoved his ANBU mask up and to the side of his head, the cool air doing nothing to relieve his burning skin. Iruka gave a squeak and his knees bent slightly when Kiba’s warm breath fanned across the back of his neck.

He braced himself with one hand on the door while the other tightly griped Iruka’s arm. Tentatively he licked the base of Iruka’s neck dragging his tongue across lazily in patterns, tasting traces of salt on his skin. He had never known anything to taste so…damn good. Without thinking, he snaked his hand from Iruka’s arm to the hem of the navy shirt. His fingers slipped under and spread possessively across the older man’s stomach, feeling muscles bunch under soft flesh. Kiba groaned when Iruka gasped and settled into the cradle of his body.

The dog-nin fought to keep his instincts from taking over. His body screamed at him to take Iruka, to shove his tongue in the man’s mouth and make him crave Kiba’s touch. His mind told him that if he went too fast he could scare his former teacher. Then again, Iruka may not have wanted Kiba but he definitely wanted ANBU Kiba and right now…

Frustrated with the teasing licks, Iruka squirmed against Kiba - blushing at the bulge he felt pressing urgently against his backside.

“P-please…” his hoarse whisper broke the silence.

Kiba’s chuckled and nipped the soft skin behind Iruka’s ear eliciting another whimper. He took the thin flesh of the man’s earlobe and dragged it slowly between his sharp canines. Boldly, Iruka moved his hands behind him, grabbed Kiba’s hips and pulled him closer. Grinning wickedly, Kiba roughly rolled his hips resulting in the most erotic scene he had ever seen. His movement had caused Iruka to turn his head, allowing Kiba to see a good portion of his face. The hitai-ate covered the man’s scar but Kiba could clearly see the flush of desire painted across his features as strands of dark hair fell over his forehead. Kiba rolled his hips again and his heart skipped a beat when Iruka’s lips parted in a moan.

In the back of his mind, Kiba knew he should stop but he was quickly losing himself. He desperately wanted to rip off Iruka’s headband and show him exactly who was pleasuring him.

He wanted Iruka to moan his name.

He wanted Iruka to be his.

Kiba moved his hand on Iruka’s stomach, stroking it gently before finally remembering to breath and inhaled deeply.

Big mistake.

By now, Iruka’s own pheromones were strong and mingling with Kiba’s and for the younger shinobi, it was like a drug. Unable to control himself any longer, he grunted and found the sensitive spot where Iruka’s neck met his shoulder. It was an unwritten rule in the Inuzuka clan that one could only mark what they truly owned but Kiba no longer cared. The older man let out a strangled cry when Kiba’s sharp canine’s bit into his skin and broke the surface. Deliberately, he summoned a small amount of chakra and released it into the bite causing Iruka to moan in pleasure as his knees buckled. Kiba held him close with both arms and tenderly licked the abused patch of soft tissue. The bite was going to tingle for weeks, a constant reminder for Iruka of the dog nin’s claim. Kiba couldn’t help but smile over that as he nuzzled his face against the warm skin.

As long as the wound was still on his neck, Kiba would be able send tiny shivers of pleasure through Iruka’s body when he was near. The bit of chakra would recognize his own smell.

He was going to make Iruka see that he desired Kiba.

“Iruka-sensei, are you okay?” A cracked voice called out from the darkness.

Both men jumped at the intrusion. Kiba quickly pulled his mask down over his face, regretting the loss of smell.

“My neighbor!” Iruka whispered frantically as Kiba helped straightened him up, nudging the hitai-ate back in its proper place. Kiba’s eyes lingered on the Iruka’s flushed face, dark amber eyes watching him. He ran his fingers across the bruised flesh feeling the other man quiver.

A twig snapped and Kiba quickly withdrew his hand, stepping back into the shadows. The last thing he saw before running off was Iruka blushing and talking to an elderly woman. Kiba chewed on his lip as he jumped across the rooftops towards the compound. It probably wasn’t the right thing to do but Iruka was now marked as his.

Somehow, he knew that it wasn’t going to be enough to sate his hunger.
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