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As Luck Would Have It	By : glow-in-the-dark Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 2039 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Thank you everybody for your kind reviews and rates! It means so much to me, you’ve no idea. It seemed a lot of you picked up on my foreshadowy angsty Sasuke dialogue, lmao. You guys don’t miss a beat, do you?? Don’t worry, Sasuke won’t go all super nova angst, but Sasuke isn’t Sasuke if he’s not moody and all emo. This chapter is pure smut and doesn’t have anything to do with Naruto or Sasuke, it’s just a fun smutty chapter to enjoy before things drown in fluff and sadness again.

REVIEW REPLIES:

Mikato17 – SO MUCH FLUFF!!! But I just can’t help myself when writing a little Sasuke, he was adorable in the manga/anime, so shall be in this too, lol. You’ll just have to keep reading to see how angsty he gets, lmao.

Kayla – I know, I want to eat him up!!! I’ve always loved Naruto and Sasuke together when there is quite a big age difference. 13 years is very big, but I think I can make it work. I know! Now you get to read them being really naughty!!!

G – I just want to say that I love your massive reviews lol. Please keep them coming!! Yeah, I wanted Sasuke to have a sort of uncle/older brother figure in his life, and Kiba fit the role perfectly. Shikamaru will play an important part in Sasuke’s life later on though. Yeah, Sasuke always struck me as the kid that was smart beyond his years, but not wise beyond his years. Kakashi was wise beyond his years, but Sasuke is still too naïve to be wise at any age, that and I suck at writing little kids, lol. Don’t worry, there won’t be ANGST, just angst hahaha. Sasuke has lost all his immediate family and that’s bound to fuck you up psychologically in some way. But Naruto went through a similar thing, so won’t let Sasuke get too out of hand.

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Shikamaru jolted when something was thrown at him, breaking his kiss and shameless grinding with Kiba. A quick assessment showed that Naruto had thrown the dog shampoo bottle at him because… they were kissing in front of Sasuke. Shit! How could he have been so careless? Simple answer; Kiba. Shikamaru had pointed the water gun at the Inuzuka’s face, only mere centimetres away, and then Kiba had done the unexpected and licked the nozzle of the gun. Shikamaru had ground his hips down into Kiba’s in a non-sexual way to stop the mutt in his tracks but the idiot had bucked his hips back up in a very sexual response. Any time Shikamaru or Naruto showed a bit of dominance to Kiba it had the youngest Inuzuka needy for sex. Naruto had told Shikamaru on more than one occasion that the reason Kiba did that was because he had canine DNA in his veins. That’s why the whole Inuzuka clan had elongated canine teeth, thick fingernails that would naturally grow out into sharp tips if they weren’t regularly cut, and the way the pupils of the Inuzuka seemed to be slitted at times; at least that was Naruto’s explanation. He stated that Kiba responded to any show of dominance because that’s what his canine DNA told him to do. And Shikamaru had yet to fully figure out the Inuzuka and his quirks so spurred Naruto on by saying that Kiba’s laughter sounded like howls.

But all that was beside the point right now.

Right now, Shikamaru had his hands full.

If Kiba was withheld sex when he was in a submissive mood like this then it would just cause trouble for himself and Naruto and now Sasuke too. Dropping the water gun, the Nara grabbed Kiba by his shoulders and bodily dragged himself inside the house, briefly hearing Sasuke mention the word ‘slave’. He’d ask Naruto about that later.

Once out of the gaze of a young and impressionable five year old and a pissed off 18 year old, Shikamaru crashed his lips into Kiba’s. The Inuzuka moaned, hands going around the Nara’s waist as he pulled the slightly younger man towards his body, making their chests flush. “Take off your pants.” Shikamaru husked, head quickly clouding with lust.

“Here? Really?” Kiba asked, looking at the washing machine, the laundry in general then outside to the back door. “S’s’ke and Naru cud walk though at any momen’.”

“Not here you idiot.” Shikamaru berated, unbuttoning his jeans and starting a fierce battle in pulling the wet denim down his long legs. “Naruto will kill us if we leave a massive water trail throughout the house.”

It should be mentioned that whilst Kiba did usually tend to bottom due to the way his body hyper-reacted to dominance, there was about a 20% chance that he would switch things up and top. 15% of that 20% was mostly caused by a change of pace needed or the pleading of one of his friends needing to be filled by his Inuzuka cock. The remaining 5% came down to pure instincts and that animalistic part Naruto joked about. If something like say, Shikamaru desperate pulling sodden jeans down his lean long legs, should present itself before him on a silver platter then who was he to shy away from the primal part in him that begged Kiba to bend the Nara over the washing machine and churn his insides up. Kiba eyed Shikamaru up like a meal and was just about to pounce when the other man’s hand fisted in his hair, pulling his head sharply back.

“None of that. I have to work tomorrow, and a fucking from you requires at least two days recovery.” Shikamaru breathed the fact out over the older man’s lips, not letting any part of their bodies touch that wasn’t his hand in shaggy brown hair.

Kiba tried desperate to turn the tables back in his favour, snarl ready and muscles tensing for his attack when the bastard cupped his crotch in a mean squeeze, pulling his head forward so hazel met dark brown.

“Remove your pants now, mutt.”

And that was it. Kiba was back to being a good little submissive bitch as Shikamaru kept his hold on his hair, trembling fingers hurriedly undoing the button and fly on his own jeans. Shikamaru let go of Kiba’s hair, sliding both hands down the Inuzuka’s more than well defined chest until they settled on the hem of the jeans. He helped Kiba take off the soaking wet material, placing wet kisses along strong thighs, toying with the delicate skin behind the other’s knees.

Kiba all but stumbled out of his pants in his need, Shikamaru always there to guide him back into standing straight whenever he threatened to topple. He desperately placed kisses to any bit of flesh of Shikamaru’s that was in front of him. “Hurry…” Kiba whined, guiding the Nara’s hand back to his crotch so he could feel how hard Shikamaru had gotten him in a matter of minutes.

They shared one more quick, heated kiss before Shikamaru grabbed a tanned wrist and led them up a flight of stairs. Instead of turning left to go to Naruto’s room, a gaming room, or several spare bedrooms, they made a sharp right. Shikamaru entered in a six digit code on the inter-com and a heavy door clicked open. They hurried up another flight of stairs and once at the top Kiba attacked Shikamaru’s mouth, a hungry and passionate face battle commencing. Shikamaru roughly grabbed the Inuzuka’s ass through wet boxers and groaned into the feisty kiss as their groins smashed together. A slow but steady path was made towards the closest spare room on the third floor, Shikamaru pushing Kiba into the occasional wall when lust completely took over.

The only inkling Kiba got that they were in a room suitable for fucking was when the backs of his legs came into contact with a bed and Shikamaru proceeded to push him down to sit on the sturdy mattress. Not needing to be told what to do, Kiba yanked the younger man’s briefs down olive coloured legs, not waiting for the Nara to step out of them before wet heat engulfed Shikamaru’s erection.

Shikamaru moaned deep and low as he watched Kiba work his cock enthusiastically. His fingers reached out to toy with the very visible tan lines on Kiba’s shoulders. Kiba was a man of manual jobs. He worked in his family’s veterinary clinic having been bought up his whole life with caring for animals. He also helped his mother, Tsume, when it came to tending to any old, sick or new born deer at the Nara compound on the edge of Konoha. And straight-out-of-high-school-Kiba did not want to go straight into learning to becoming a vet, so took manual labour jobs at several of the many construction sites throughout Leaf country. Said manual labour had transformed the pasty tones Kiba used to sport into ones of a golden tan. Kiba’s arms and lower half of his legs were the darkest, the colour rich and tantalizing from when he had only worn a tank top and knee-length shorts. The next tanned variation covered the expanse of Kiba’s torso. He was a little darker on his back than on his chest, but that came from being bent over, slaving away under the hot sun without his tank top on. The only part of Kiba’s body that was practically untouched by sunlight was low on his hips, crotch, ass and tops of his thighs. All of which were currently being hidden by now damned wet boxers.

In a move considered graceful, Shikamaru secured Kiba’s hands on his pelvis as he slowly eased the Inuzuka to lie on his back, Kiba never once letting up on his blow job.

“Take your boxers off.” Shikamaru gasped as Kiba did something really wicked with his tongue.

Kiba let go of the Nara’s hips and moved his hands quickly down his body to remove his wet boxers. The offending garment was thrown to the floor, the cool air making his member twitch.

With Kiba being so skilled at giving head, Shikamaru fisted short brunette locks, yanking the other away from his now spit slick cock. “Get the lube.” He almost growled with the amount of lust tainting his voice. Shikamaru finally got his briefs off, kicking the damp material away from the bed.

The thing that really got Shikamaru and Naruto alike going; was Kiba’s love for being fucked on his hands and knees. Shikamaru enjoyed the primal position and utter domain over Kiba’s body, whilst Naruto just loved the fact that the Inuzuka mutt’s favourite position was doggy style. So Shikamaru all but smirked when Kiba came back from the bedside table with a tube of lubricant and immediately moved onto his hands and knees, hips high in the air. Kiba pushed the lube towards the Nara and Shikamaru had to grab the base of his dick in a tight squeeze when the mutt let out a needy whine.

Not wasting any time, Shikamaru opened the lube and coated two of his fingers with the gel-like substance. One finger was immediately pushed into Kiba, the brunette letting out a low guttural moan, pushing back on the invading digit. “Hurry, Shika…”

A second finger was forced inside of him, Kiba arching his back at the stretching burn, but not quite pain. The pain would come next. “Fuck… hurry~” The Inuzuka was letting out needy moans, doing his best to persuade the other to enter him already. “Shika, I need t’ feel ya… need t’ be full with ya… need ya t’… AH!”

Shikamaru was a patient man, but all this pleading broke that patience very quickly. He thrust forward into that tight Inuzuka heat, not stopping until he was fully seated within the brunette.

Kiba’s back bowed in pain at the rough intrusion. Man did it hurt. His inner muscles were stretched to the limit and he couldn’t keep still, slowly easing the intense curve in his spine down before raising it back up again, a small rock in his movements. Whispered whimpers left his lips when the stretch would be too much from his small movements, but his body never ceased its rhythmic pulses.

Shikamaru lent forward until his abdomen hovered above Kiba’s back, their bodies connecting whenever Kiba would push his spine upwards. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he reached between Kiba’s opened legs and found the Inuzuka still hard, a bead of precum settled on his slit. He’d always been a bit of a pain slut, and finding out all the ways he could give Kiba pleasure through pain kept Shikamaru’s insistent mind active and content with its findings.

The small rocks back and forth were becoming bolder, Kiba slowly working Shikamaru’s length in and out of himself. His spine bowed so that his tanned back could press up against Shikamaru’s olive toned stomach.

Shikamaru was more than happy to let Kiba fuck himself on is cock, his lazy tendencies leaking into his sexual habits. Instead he dropped his head so he could kiss and lick along Kiba’s nape, leaving several hickies in yet another feeble attempt to keep other men away. Namely Sai.

Kiba moaned loudly at being marked multiple times, tipping his head to the side to give Shikamaru access to the taught tendons of his neck, fucking himself a bit harder now.

The Nara wasted no time and littered the right side of Kiba’s throat in deep, dark bruises. Most could be hidden with a crew neck shirt, but others Shikamaru had placed deliberately in places that were going to be a little harder to hide. Moving his head to the other side, Shikamaru gentle nosed Kiba’s jaw until the Inuzuka tipped his head the other way, baring the unmarked left side of his throat. As Shikamaru placed several deep bites that were going to take weeks to completely disappear, he thrust his hips forward in a quick snap that had Kiba choke on his breath un-expectantly.

The next time he snapped his hips forward, Kiba screamed. Loud.

Shikamaru would have to visit Jiriya’s grave and thank him yet again for the sound proofed top floor.

Leaning back, Shikamaru placed his palms on Kiba’s hips, finally giving Kiba the rough fuck that he needed. He was rewarded for his efforts with a plethora of moans, groans, grunts and gasps of pleasure. Words that made no sense fell from Kiba’s lips, igniting the fire within the Nara further. Leaning forward, Shikamaru bit love bites along Kiba’s shoulder blades, spine and shoulders, abrasions and bruises a testament to his possessive qualities. In all regards though, Naruto always came out worse when Shikamaru fucked him, the Nara not wanting anyone other than Kiba and himself even looking at the blonde. But at least he didn’t leave scratch marks like the other two did. More than once Shikamaru had had to come up with some bullshit lie about long scratch marks littering his body whenever his mother caught him without a shirt on. His father was smart enough to figure out not only how he got the marks but who from, knowing smirks his only answer when seeing the long shallow gashes.

Shikamaru was pulled out of his musings when Kiba tightened around him, pulling a low groan from the Nara. Adding more force and power to his hips, Shikamaru set a pace that would be sure to leave the Inuzuka in a limp in the next hour or two. He snuck his hand between Kiba’s creamy thighs and fisted Kiba harshly, needing the other to come to a finish soon.

And he wasn’t disappointed. Kiba bodily shuddered, inner muscles clamping down as his orgasm rocked through him. Loud moans and syllables that could be Shikamaru’s name filled the room, Shikamaru adding to them with a shout and grunt of his own. Kiba whimpered at the feeling of hot seed coating his insides, a hand shooting down to squeeze Shikamaru’s heavy sack to make sure that every drop of cum the man had to give ended up inside him. The Nara gave a slight shudder at the tight grip on something very sensitive and retaliated by biting down on a particularly dark bruise on Kiba’s right shoulder blade.

Once proper brain function had returned, Shikamaru pulled out of Kiba slowly, catching the Inuzuka’s quiet whimper and placing a kiss on the man’s nape in apology.

“I swear yer a mosquito or somethin’.” Kiba commented, nuzzling down into the duvet. “Yer always leavin’ bites and marks. One day yer gunna start drawin’ blood an’ givin’ me malaria.”

“At least I don’t go all ‘Jack the Ripper’ like some people do.” Shikamaru smiled smugly, tracing long fingers over the bruises he had made on the other.

“Not my fault Naru likes is supa-rough an’ yer all supa-sensitive.”

“I’m not super sensitive.”

“Sure yer ain’t.”

“I’m not.”

“Mmhm.”

“Kiba…” Shikamaru was about to thoroughly debate how he wasn’t super sensitive when the intercom made a static sound and Naruto’s voice came through the system.

“You two owe me big time.” His voice held nothing but malice, making Shikamaru smirk and Kiba groan. “Make sure you put a plaster somewhere on Kiba when you come down and have a hole-proof excuse for what happened out there. Sasuke will find all the faults in your lies if you’re not careful so make it bloody believable.”

“I think he’s pissed at us.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Reviews aren’t very important for this smut chapter, but would be nice. Rates would be lovely though, it’s just one click away!!! Just remember to please RATE and REVIEW the chapters following and such. THANKYOU!!!!!
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