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Territorial	By : Hedder Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I don�t own jack, not even a car. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto 3. I promise to put them back when I�m done�
Thanks to everyone for reading the story so far and enjoying it :D Also, thank you for the wonderful reviews!!!
Special thanks goes to my super sexy beta Katsuyo. I love yous!!!
Things said in �single quotations� indicate Akamaru�s speech. Only Inuzuka clan members can understand the large fluff ball. X3
Italics mean private thoughts
Bold Italics means book excerpts
Leather
Tsume's jaw twitched as she stood in Kiba's doorway and quietly contemplated her next move.
On the bed was her son, in simple black sweat pants, sheets tangled up around his feet and pillows on the floor (or rather - pillows dragged into the corner where a very comfortable Akamaru slept). Kiba's right arm was thrown carelessly over his eyes while the other hung limply off the bed, allowing Mai to viciously attack his fingers.
It indeed was an endearing sight. One of those moments where a mother wishes she could capture the sweetness of the moment forever.
Of course, the apparent bulge in the pants ruined it all.
Tsume shrugged and stepped inside the room, avoiding the piles of clothes on the floor.
"Kiba."
Akamaru blinked sleepily and picked up his head, yawning.
"Kiba!"
Mai stopped playing and glanced up.
"Dammit Kiba!" Tsume yelled and kicked Kiba's shoulder.
In a flash, Kiba was scrambling and trying to crouch on top of his bed in what looked like a fighting stance but the sheets tangled around his feet, causing him to fall forward.
The end result - ass up in the air and head down on the floor.
Mai took this as a perfect opportunity to attack his face.
"Mai! Fuck!" Kiba shoved the puppy away from her face, "What the hell did you eat?"
Tsume chuckled as her son struggled to get back on the bed, "Probably the same biscuits you ate."
Kiba snorted and wearily rubbed his face, "So what if I like the peanut butter ones?"
He sighed as he wrestled to untangle the sheets, wincing when he heard them tear.
Honestly - why did this always happen to him?
Tsume cleared her throat and Kiba grunted in response, folding his legs to sit, "What?"
"I need to talk to you but you really should cover up unless you like giving your mother ideas."
Kiba tattooed cheeks burned as he quickly bunched up the sheets, placing them on his lap and mumbled, "You an' Hana..."
Tsume smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Really? Are you having some sort of fetish?"
"Ma!" Kiba grumbled and raked both hands through his hair trying to get the fluff out of it. It mostly resisted his best efforts to tame it.
Tsume crossed her arms, "Are you awake enough yet? I need to have a serious conversation with you."
Kiba grunted again and replied grumpily, "Yeah, yeah."
"Good."
It was the only warning he got before Tsume reached out and smacked the back of his head.
"You fucking idiot!"
"Gah- what the hell, Ma?!" growled Kiba as he ducked his head away from her, trying to avoid another whack.
"Hana got a chakra burn the other day after touching Iruka-"
"Why the hell was she touching Iru- Fuck! Stop hitting me!"
Tsume put her hands on her hips and glared, "That is besides the point, brat! She received a chakra burn because you marked him. Kiba, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Kiba groaned and rubbed the back of his neck, "Don't worry - he doesn't know it was me. It was dark and I was undercover as ANBU. Besides, it's probably faded by now."
"Son," Tsume shook her head, "It doesn't matter if it fades on him or not, you didn't just mark a potential mate."
Kiba laughed and retorted, "Hah! I'm a little too old for this speech."
She sighed as she considered her next words to her son.
There was no easy way to put this...
"You marked your life mate. You're an Alpha. A rare one at that."
"Fuck you! That's not funny," yelled Kiba, not amused by his mother's warped sense of humor.
Tsume growled back, "Does it look like I'm being funny? Kiba, you are an Alpha and will most likely be getting the urge to leave this pack and start your own in the next year or so. Right now, however, your instincts are telling you to get a mate but your pheromones - they're different."
"It's lust-"
Tsume slapped the back of his head again, "Idiot! Lust is always part of the equation - something to help mates stay together long enough to reproduce, your instincts, on the other hand, have decided to take it a step further - you are a one dog man."
"Yeah, right," Kiba laughed again, "If that's the case, then I'm taken."
He pointed to the corner where Akamaru and Mai were now huddled in the corner trying their best to appear inconspicuous.
"Kiba," Tsume growled dangerously.
"Naw," Kiba replied as he stretched the kink out of his back, "It's nothing more than lust. I don't have any emotional attachment to him or something stupid like that."
His mother stared at him skeptically.
Just when she got Iruka out of denial, Kiba decides to discover it.
She shrugged, "It doesn't matter what you say, it won't change the fact that you are tied to him now."
"Stop saying that. We're not fucking tied."
This time Tsume hit his shoulder.
"You can't run from this."
"Tch. Watch me. I'll just go fuck another guy."
The word "guy" came out sound like a gargled cry as his mother's fist connected with his nose.
Kiba fell backwards and sputtered, holding his bleeding nose, "What the, fuck Ma!?"
"How is that going to fucking help?!" she snapped, "You have to try and get with Iruka. Your body and mind will slowly suffer if you try to be with anyone else. It will hurt Kiba."
Her eyes softened, "No matter how much pleasure you receive, it will hurt."
"What the fuck are you going on about?"
"You know what I'm talking about, brat."
Kiba eyed his mother's hand suspiciously and scooted on the bed as far away from her as he could. He knew what she was implying but it was simply impossible. Life mates were rare. So rare, in fact, that he only knew one other pairing and that was his parents. He didn't like the idea at all. Ever since Hana had told him when his father died that Tsume tried to kill herself he'd been against this whole concept of mating for life.
What a stupid thing to try and kill yourself for.
Kiba rubbed his nose and forced a grin, "No fucking anyone else?"
Tsume gave a slight shrug, "Of course you can but it won't be satisfying."
"So I'm screwed?"
Tsume gave a weak shrug.
"What about him?"
"Iruka is free to have sex with whomever he wants since he's not an Inuzuka and he's the beta. This is why we rarely have life mates and almost never with members outside of the clan. If Iruka isn't willing to be with you."
"I'll be left with the worse case of blue balls?"
There was a weak snort from Akamaru and Tsume rolled her eyes.
"Don't be an ass. This is serious. Do you have any idea how much it will hurt if he smells of other men?"
Kiba gave a harsh laugh, "You make this sound so romantic."
"Idiot! It's not like some kind of puppy love where you pine over some lost lover. It's an actual physical pain that will be worse than any kind of torture Ibiki could do to you."
Kiba rolled his eyes and dabbed the blood off his nose with his sheet, "Yeah... okay."
With a groan he climbed over the edge of the bed, farthest from Tsume.
"Gotta go," he mumbled as he quickly pulled a shirt from the pile.
He made a mental note to find Kuromaru and ask him about a possible solution to this situation.
He knew there must be a way to undo the whole "marking" thing.
Tsume sighed defeated as Kiba walked out of the room. There was no way to reason with Kiba when he thought he was right.
Honestly, he should be more mature.
"This is trouble, Akamaru."
Akamaru whined as he walked by her with Mai, trailing after the Jounin.
'I know.'
Tsume wasn't saying Kiba was in love with Iruka but he definitely felt something, enough for his natural instincts to choose the Chuunin.
Inuzuka instincts were more like a meddling person controlling your actions rather than just being suggestive impulses with options.
Tsume didn't want to tell her son that if he no longer was in control of his options and fighting it was only going to lead to.
No. She wouldn't think that way.
If Kiba was going to be stubborn then it was probably for the best. He would probably freak out if she told him that if he ever bit the man again, not only would he be tied to Iruka but his soul would be bonded with him as well.
And if that happened, well�
Tsume knew all too well the very real feeling of having your soul tear into two.
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Iruka locked himself in the bathroom stall.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Hana had given him the, er, manual three days ago and he had yet to read it or even touch it. In fact, it was still inside his vest pocket. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to pursue the potential relationship with Kiba, so he kept putting off looking at the book.
However, the damn thing was constantly on his mind.
His neck, although now healed, still had a dark tint where the ANBU bit him. The sensitivity was fading but the mark reminded him of the dark and mysterious ANBU, which in turn, reminded him of Kiba. He still felt like he did something wrong to the Inuzuka.
It didn't help that he was constantly reminded of the manual in pocket. Iruka was also painfully aware that he hadn't seen the dog nin anywhere lately, even when the brother and sister pair had been back at the school training the dogs. Mai didn't run into his room anymore and when he stopped by, Kiba was already gone.
Iruka admitted to himself that he was feeling extremely disappointed by the lack of contact with Kiba, which was odd because he didn't have that much contact before.
Of course all these thoughts kept leading him back to the book and finally, not able to wait any longer, Iruka excused himself from the mission desk and headed to the bathroom.
So here he was, hiding in the bathroom stall, trying to fight the blush he knew was already on his face as tan fingers found the manual burning a hole in his pocket.
The drawing on the front was a rough sketch of a man and woman together naked and as Iruka was soon to find out - there were more sketches inside. He groaned inwardly as each page contained various notes from multiple people scribbled on the side. Most likely from young clan members, he mused.
Iruka took a deep breath and read the first page.
To maintain social harmony within the pack a dominance hierarchy must be in established.
Iruka snorted, directly underneath the writing was a drawing of two men, one behind the other.
The Alpha is the leader of the pack and the rest of the pack members are Omegas. Omegas never dominate the Alpha although they may be dominant of other members of the pack.
Okay - that makes sense.
This manual only contains the rules of the submissive partners since the dominant mate's instincts are natural and need no reminding how to be in charge. However, when pheromones are unusually high it sometimes becomes difficult for mates to remember how to be submissive.
On this page the word "Uke" was scribbled in and what looked like a drawing of two men but one was wearing a leash and collar. Iruka had a bad feeling in the back of his mind that he had seen that penmanship before.
Only Alpha's break away from the original pack and are usually followed by a few other members. The rest will continue to live with the main pack even after a mate is found. Since switching between partners is normal, staying together within the clan is ideal.
Iruka chewed on his bottom lip. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of an Inuzuka so easily switching partners.
It must be noted that in some rare cases an Alpha will instinctively choose to mate for life. It is also important to note that this new Alpha will be overly aggressive towards others and even his would-be partner.
When it is breeding season the dominant clan members will become increasingly aggressive and Rank-clarifying behaviors such as marking and growling will be frequent.
It is important for submissive partners to remember that docile behaviors must be consistent or it will confuse the dominant mate.
Iruka thumbed through the next pages only to find most of the words drawn over with sex doodles.
"What the hell," he mumbled, "How the hell am I going to decipher all this?"
He quickly shut the manual when he saw that the other half of the manual was nothing more but pictures of various sexual positions.
"You know you should really do this sort of thing at home."
Iruka jumped and shoved the book into his pocket. Scowling, he glanced up to his left only to see Genma holding onto the top of the stall's wall grinning at him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, the tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink.
God, he felt like he was caught masturbating.
"I should be asking you the same thing," Genma replied, a smirk spreading across his face.
Iruka sighed and crossed his arms, "What do you want?"
"I'm trying to find a way to black mail you into telling me how to fix my problem."
Iruka raised an eyebrow, "You still can't figure it out?"
Genma sneered, "No, I've concluded that you did something with my taste buds instead of my senbons since Kakashi's dick tastes like-"
"Hey guys!" Kotetsu's head popped up on the left side of the stall.
Iruka jumped and stared at him, eyes slightly bulging. He opened his mouth only to shut it when Izumo's head appeared besides Kotetsu, hair slightly disheveled.
Izumo smiled lazily, "What does that boyfriend of yours taste like?"
Genma sigh and mumbled under his breath.
"What's that?" Kotetsu cupped a hand around his ear.
"None of your damn business!"
Kotetsu frowned, "Well that's not nice. Sensei, tell Genma to be nice to me"
Iruka tried to keep a straight face but the corner of his mouth twitched, "Genma, be nice to Kotetsu."
"No."
"Sensei," Izumo whined, "Genma's still not being nice."
"Bite me," Genma rolled his eyes.
"Sensei!" Both cried out and pointed accusing fingers at Genma to which Genma waved his middle finger at them.
It wasn't until the three started to try and have a somewhat long distance slap fight above him that he stood up on the toilet seat and shoved their hands away.
"Enough! Izumo, dammit, stop pulling my hair!�
"What? Are you going to punish us?" Genma purred into Iruka's ear.
It was at that moment that Ibiki chose to walk into the bathroom. Seeing four wide-eyed shinobi's heads floating above the stalls he turned around and left.
There were some things you just don't question.
Iruka's eyebrow twitched as he shoved Genma's face away.
Genma sighed and ignored the other pair of nin across from him who were now making faces, "Iruka, seriously - tell me what you did or else I swear I'll find some dirt on you!"
The Chunnin rolled his eyes and Genma's head disappeared.
"I'll have Pakkun follow you around for months," he mumbled before unlocking the door and walking out of the stall.
It took Iruka all but three seconds to quickly yank open the door, "Hey Genma, wait, how about a trade?"
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Iruka coughed and shifted uncomfortably on hard floor beneath him, "So, um, did anyone tell you why you're here?"
Pakkun returned the question with a blank stare, "To help you understand the Inuzuka mating rituals."
"What? Genma knows about tha-"
Pakkun held up a paw, "All they told me was you wanted some relationship advice. To be honest, I wasn't sure what kind of advice you wanted until I came here."
Iruka raised an eyebrow, "Then how did you know about-"
Once again the nin-dog cut him off, "you smell," black lips curled into a smile at Iruka's surprised expression, "of him."
"Oh."
Pakkun snorted and shifted his weight on top of the coffee table, "If only you could smell for yourself," he wrinkled his nose, "This place reeks of Kiba."
Iruka rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't understand, he's never been in my apartment."
"It doesn't matter. Pheromones tend to stick to things like a kind of� perfume. So even if you were near Kiba, his smell would be on you but." he sniffed the air again to make sure, "I'd say he was directing the pheromones towards you on purpose."
Iruka laughed, "You can't direct smells."
When Iruka noticed that the little dog wasn't laughing, his brows raised and exclaimed in shock, "You're not kidding, are you?"
Pakkun shook his head, "No, it's done frequently with the Inuzuka Clan. It's all part of their mating ritual."
"Does that mean other clan members can smell him on me?"
Iruka groaned into his hand when Pakkun smiled again.
"Alright, so now what? What do I do?"
"Well," Pakkun put his legs forward and stretched, nodding his head towards the book besides them, "What did the manual tell you?"
"It goes into detail about the Alpha and Omega roles. So technically I would be-"
"Beta," Pakkun snorted.
"Beta?" Iruka grabbed the book and flipped through the first few pages.
"There's nothing in here about that."
"I would be surprised if it was. Most of those rituals are for Omegas and more dominate Omegas. It's not every day one engages with an Inuzuka Alpha."
"Kiba's an Alpha?"
Pakkun blinked, "You didn't know?"
"How the hell would I know?"
Pakkun shrugged, "I thought you knew since you let him mark you. I mean only Alpha pack members are allowed to do chakra bites."
"What?"
"Well, you know others mark all the time to keep others from touching mates but only Alphas are able to manipulate their chakra into a wound for pleasure-"
"What?"
Pakkun eyed Iruka suspiciously. The teacher's face was becoming increasingly red.
"I can smell a small trace of it on you still. There's nothing to get embarrassed about from what I've heard, it's a pleasurable experience."
When Iruka didn't say anything but continued to grow red, Pakkun sniffed the air, "Why the hell are you mad?"
Iruka gripped the book tightly, "You mean to tell me that Kiba is the one who bit me?"
"What do you mean is? Do you tend to let anyone bite you?"
"Dammit!"
Pakkun watched as the book was hurled across the room and bounced off the wall.
"Okay. I'm confused."
Iruka flopped onto his back, barely missing the corner of his couch and huffed, "I'm so stupid."
Pakkun chuckled and said, "I need more information to give you an opinion."
Iruka sighed, "When he bit me he was ANBU. I thought he was someone else."
"Oh. Who did you think he was?"
"I don't know! Hell, I just thought he was some random -ARGH it's so obvious!"
Iruka hit the back of his head against the wooden floor. How did he not notice and put two and two together? What other ninja clan marked like that? No wonder Hana and Tsume were so "friendly" lately.
Pakkun let out a bark of laughter, "You were trying to get Kiba's attention while you thought you had been bitten by someone else?"
"Yes." Iruka grumbled.
"Idiot. Do you know how lucky you are? If you had tried to court Kiba with another man's mark on you, that would end in you or the other man getting killed."
Iruka rolled over and propped his head up on the corner of the pale green sofa, "What do you mean?"
Pakkun scratched his ear with hind leg, "Well let me put it this way. The Inuzuka Clan members are a possessive bunch. If a different person really had bitten you and you showed Kiba you were interested - the moment he got a whiff of another male he would have taken it as a challenge to be your mate. Alpha's will even go as far as killing their mates if need be."
Iruka immediately sat up.
Pakkun shrugged, "Are you sure you want to continue this? It can get a little messy but as long as you follow the rules it's quite easy."
"What are the rules?"
"Don't make eye contact."
"Easier said than done."
"I'm serious. If you make eye contact longer than a fraction of a second no matter how much he might like you, he cannot back down if he feels like you are challenging him."
Iruka sighed.
"Also, you can't make yourself taller than Kiba." Pakkun held his paw again, "I know you are slightly taller but initial height is not a problem. It's the standing on stairs when next to him or say, placing your hand on his shoulder."
Iruka's face fell, "I think I've done that a couple of times."
Pakkun shrugged, "Well just don't do it again."
"Again, easier said than done."
Pakkun chuckled, "Another thing - get rid of your smelling soaps. Buy something without fragrance so your smell isn't masked.
"But-"
"Trust me."
"How do you know all about the submissive stuff? Are you-"
Pakkun snorted and grinned, flashing his canines, "Don't be stupid - I top."
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Kiba was dreaming. He had to be.
Casually he crossed his arms and leaned back, shoulders digging into the wall behind him as his muscles shifted. The wall felt real enough to him, solid and slightly cold. Discreetly, he fisted his right hand and felt his nails dig into palm.
Pain.
Okay - that felt real enough.
But this� this couldn't be.
Quickly he glanced around the mission room, his face hidden behind the ANBU mask. Did anyone else notice this? If anyone did they were being annoyingly discreet about it. His eyes flickered over to Iruka's form sitting behind the desk, his body instantly growing hot and hard.
Why was no one saying anything about� about... that!? He watched hungrily as Iruka casually brought a hand up to scratch at his cloth covered neck or more importantly, the bulge that was perfectly outlined by the snug fabric.
A sharp canine bit into his bottom lip as his ears twitched, picking up on the sound of leather lightly scraping against skin.
He held back a possessive growl as Iruka stuck two fingers inside the top of the turtleneck to adjust the oh-so-obvious dog collar.
Does Iruka even know what he is implying by wearing that?
Kiba couldn't tear his eyes away as Iruka continued to fidget with the collar. The thought of the actual leather strap hugging that copper colored skin made him want to stalk over to the desk, push down the turtleneck, slip a finger underneath the collar and lead Iruka to the nearest empty room.
Fuck, it didn't even have to be empty...
The symbol of said collar, however, brought an uncomfortable dryness to his mouth and was able to deflate his desire� somewhat.
The pit of his stomach twisted and he felt something very close to� jealousy?
No.
Inuzuka Kiba did not get jealous.
Especially for someone he had no feelings for.
None.
Iruka was not his life mate.
The dog nin clenched his teeth in an effort to ignore the burning in his groin as he forced himself to look around.
Distraction was definitely the key.
"At least, until you give in to him." A voice whispered in his head.
Fuck off.
"Are we going to play this game again?"
Not now.
"You know, Kuromaru said all you have to do to break it is to stay away from him for a couple of years."
That's what I'm doing.
"You could have fooled me."
His own voice laughed at him.
At that moment, Kiba really felt the need to sucker punch himself in the head but was momentarily distracted when Ibiki walked into the room. The scarred man said nothing but held out his hand, palm facing upward. Kiba nodded his head, answering the silent question before placing the sealed mission report in his hand. Assassination missions were never talked about afterwards.
Ibiki slipped the report inside his coat before he looked at Kiba and murmured, "Well, there's no more missions for you at the moment."
"Tch," Kiba replied with a frown and added with a small grumble, "So, there's nothing available?"
He really needed a couple of missions right now. Maybe one that a month long.
"No - but you could always talk to your captain."
Kiba's senses were pulled back to Iruka when he heard the scrape of leather yet again but he refused to look.
If the damn thing bothered the chuunin so much, why didn't he just take it off?
Much to his surprise, Ibiki looked around the room before his gaze rested on Iruka.
One of Ibiki's eyebrows quirked as he looked back at Kiba.
Did he notice?
"And here I thought, he was on some sort of sabbatical."
Apparently.
Kiba just shrugged in response but he felt his lip curl into a sneer. Once again, he was thankful for the ANBU mask.
Just who the fuck was the man wearing the collar for?!
Declaring to the world that he was taken...
Taken.
Kiba breathed out harshly through his nostrils, the hot air trapped beneath the mask fanned out across his face.
So, Iruka was seeing someone?
And from the looks of it, someone from his clan?
The thought made his blood boil.
Tsume had been wrong. Thinking about Iruka with another person didn't hurt. In fact - he physically felt fine.. No, Kiba wasn't in pain - he was fucking pissed.
Who the hell went behind his back?
"I thought you didn't care about Iruka that way?"
The voice nagged at him again but he ignored it.
He knew for a fact that his pheromones were still around Iruka - anyone with a decent sense of smell would have been able to pick up on it. There also had been no protocol challenge issued by any other member saying that they were interested.
The mask once again was inhibiting his sense of smell so he couldn't.
Kiba smirked.
Why the fuck not?
Trying to act casual, he relaxed his shoulders and pressed his back once more against the wall while he focused more charka to his nose. At first there was nothing but a slight tingling of nerves and the overpowering need to sneeze, then suddenly he could smell nothing but Iruka. Kiba bit back a groan, as he inhaled deeply. The scent was almost overpowering, no scented soaps or shampoos just the clean smell of Iruka.
That's when the Chuunin suddenly moved his head and stared directly at Kiba.
Not too long to initiate a challenge like previous times but long enough to let Kiba know that the look was intended for him. Then ever so slowly, Iruka's eyes turned away along with his head - offering a nice view of his neck under the tight shirt.
Kiba pushed away from the wall and stood absolutely still. He wasn't sure if he was interpreting things right.
Was Iruka...
As if to make the point more clear, Iruka tugged once more at the collar, eyes sweeping over Kiba's covered face only to look blatantly away once again. Kiba watched with a renewed hunger as a pink tongue deliberately moistened soft lips.
Submission.
Something strange inside him unfurled. A deep longing for something he couldn't name.
He didn't notice Ibiki's amused expression as he left. He barely even noticed the barest hint of fabric that brushed past his shoulder. He almost didn't notice that the person passing smelled of desire and arousal but it was hard to ignore when said person stepped in his line of sight and headed straight for Iruka.
Raidou casually walked around the desk pretending to look at the papers spread out on the smooth wood grain top. A slow smile spread across his features as he neared his target. It took Kiba less than a second to make the decision that he disliked the man when he stepped behind Iruka. It took another half second to decide he hated the man when he leaned suggestively over the Chuunin's shoulder and whispered. Kiba's ears strained to hear but his own blood rushing and thundering in his ears drowned out the teasing whispers.
It actually took a full second for Kiba to keep his instinct under control when Raidou discreetly touched the hidden collar and trailed his finger up Iruka's neck to lightly touch the man's earlobe. It then took several seconds to see a color besides red after the fucker had whispered again into Iruka's ear this time brushing his lips against the sensitive skin causing Iruka to shiver.
Rage simmered violently underneath his flesh and he briefly wondered if this is was Shino felt like at times. It was if something was trying to rip through his skin and get out. His body felt as if it was being pushed towards Iruka not pulled. Lips pulled back into a snarl as his mind screamed at him to take Iruka
- Willing or not.
Iruka laughed nervously and pushed Raidou's wandering hand away. As their hands touched, Kiba felt his fingertips burn as his claws extended. It was enough to startle him into slight understanding. Quickly, he slunk out of the room forcing his feet to carry him further from Iruka and from sight.
Far from Iruka's smell, far from his obvious submission to his ANBU persona - and far from the craving that still burned his body.
Unfortunately, his feet didn't carry him far enough.
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Iruka sighed as he walked down the hallway of the academy towards his classroom.
He really didn't need to go there for any particular reason but he used it as an excuse to politely decline Raidou's offer.
Their relationship didn't end badly or anything but whenever he was around - Iruka just felt, off.
They had good times and the sex had been excellent but Iruka wasn't interested anymore. It was in the past. He had no desire to go out.
Right now, all he wanted was for Kiba to give already.
It was frustrating.
The man had been missing for weeks and Iruka suspected he was being avoided. Or maybe Hana or Tsume had said something and Kiba was having second thoughts but then again Iruka wasn't quite sure what the Jounin's initial thoughts were to begin with. All he had to go on was what other people told him. Just when he thought he was going to have a mental breakdown from over analyzing things Genma had walked up to him and simply said that a couple of ANBU were away on missions.
It was Genma's way of telling him that Kiba was away and not to worry. He had almost wanted to hug Genma that day� almost.
And then of course there was the fact that Pakkun had insisted he wear the collar everyday because no one knew when Kiba was going to return.
It had embarrassed him the first time he wore it, it felt like everyone knew what was under his turtleneck and what it meant but of course, that was the whole point.
Iruka fingered the leather again as he took a right and continued down the dark hall.
He didn't quite understand the whole point of the collar and was trying to figure out some way to get Kakashi to summon the dog-nin for him again so he could ask if the whole thing was really necessary.
Frankly, his neck was starting to get raw with the constant rubbing and shifting but then - Kiba has walked into the room and everything change.
He tried not to play with the leather strap too much but he couldn't help but feel a little mischievous when he noticed that Kiba's masked face would glance his way every time he did.
Each time, the glances were drawn out and finally Kiba stopped looking away from him. It made Iruka feel slightly powerful with the thought of having Kiba's attention that way. He even remembered to turn his face away and lick his lips.
Iruka has to admit he felt rather silly doing it but the reaction, the feeling of those eyes raking over his body, the intense interest, had made his body tingle.
Then it had all fallen apart when Raidou walked into the room.
The man had hovered over him, teased about the collar and even touched him in front of Kiba.
Pakkun had warned him not to let other people touch him in front of Kiba if the man was indeed interested because it could cause a fight.
Iruka had wanted to glance over but had been too afraid to look. Then Raidou had to whisper in his ear, wanting to know if it was some new fetish Iruka was into or if he was with a member of the Inuzuka clan.
Iruka has laughed it off and didn't reply not wanting to announce anything in case the whole thing didn't work out. When he pushed his ex-lover's hand away, he had felt a jump in chakra and found that Kiba had left.
Iruka ran a hand warily over the top of his hair, curling his fingers slightly as they glided over his ponytail.
The whole thing had been a disaster.
Who the hell knew what Kiba thought now?
Iruka slid the door his classroom open, taking moment to lean against the doorframe.
He would really have to talk to Pakkun now.
Why the hell did everything have to be so damn complicated with the Inuzuka Clan?
Why couldn't they just be normal in their courting habits?
Iruka slid his hand against the wall to his right, fumbling for the light switch only to have fingers bend as they connected with a wall.
When had there been a wall-
Immediately, he jumped back and flexed his forearm causing the concealed strap to release a kunai into his hand. As soon as the cool iron touched his palm it was gone before he found himself slammed down onto something hard and smooth.
Panic set in and he struggled to free himself from the heavy body that pinned him to� his desk?
Iruka's arms were held tightly above his head, his knees were bent hanging off the edge of his desk while two legs pressed painfully on either side of his thighs, one knee rising up to push into his side.
"Do you enjoy being a fucking tease?"
Iruka blinked in the darkness and tried to focus on the face in front of him but all he could see was the faint outline of a mask.
Kiba.
The sudden panic dissolved but his stomach knotted.
The hands gripping his wrist tightened and Iruka winced, arching his back slightly trying to push his hands into the desk to ease the pressure.
There was a harsh intake of breath before the hands squeezed again.
"Answer me," Kiba's muffled voice demanded.
Iruka's mind went blank as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on. The body pressed against him was radiating so much heat it made it hard to think.
"Huh?"
Then Kiba's voice was right near his ear, hot breath burning his already heated skin.
"Do you like it when he talks to you like this?" his unmasked voice purred dangerously.
Iruka jerked his head in surprise, "Who?"
Kiba growled, his lips brushing against the shell of Iruka's ear, "Your lover."
Iruka shivered but his eyes narrowed, "What do you mean my lover?"
"I can smell him on you."
Teeth bit into the flesh of his earlobe and Iruka winced, "R-raidou?"
There was only a growl as Kiba's tongue left a scourging trail from around his ear to his neck, stopping at the top of the turtleneck.
"Even your shirt smells of him," Kiba mumbled, his voice thick.
"Listen, we're not seeing each other-"
"Then who gave you the fucking collar?" Kiba hissed, his nose suddenly touching Iruka's, "Only Inu- doesn't that symbol mean you have a ma- lover?"
Iruka almost smiled at Kiba's apparent stubbornness to keep his identity hidden which for a brief moment made Iruka wonder what Kiba really wanted but that all changed when he felt the turtleneck being pulled down and head the sound of fabric ripping.
"What the hell?" cried out Iruka as he bucked his hips to try to throw the younger man off but all that did was allow his own desire to press into Kiba's equally hard shaft, making them both moan.
There was a groan as Kiba eyed the black leather wrapped around slightly raw pink skin. Fingers curled under and around the exposed collar making the leather unbearably tight while the other hand still held both his wrists together. Iruka could smell the faint hint of blood and sweat with the almost overpowering musk of smoke like burning timber.
Kiba's mouth crushed his and Iruka whimpered. He tried to pull back but Kiba caught his jaw in his strong fingers and held him still. His lips were hard and bruising, his kiss infused with raw anger and hunger.
The more Iruka tried to move, the tighter the fingers on his chin squeezed. When sharp teeth snapped at his bottom lip drawing blood, that's when Iruka decided that he had had enough.
"Kiba!" Iruka choked out before Kiba's tongue slipped inside his open mouth, deepening the kiss.
Both moaned at the contact, Iruka arching his back instinctively, pushing into Kiba. However, the nagging in his mind was back, that, and the fact that his jaw was really starting to hurt was pissing him off. It was enough that for his mind to instantly slam back into control.
"Kiba." he mumbled again in warning.
This time it seemed that the younger man heard him because his head snapped up and the his hands released their grip just long enough for Iruka to pulled one hand down and send Kiba flying back and onto the floor.
Iruka was immediately up and turning on the lights to see Kiba watching him intently. His body was crouched on the floor; hair messed up from where the mask was push up and to the side.
Kiba smirked at him with a devilish gleam in his dark eyes, looking totally unrepentant. He opened his mouth and placed the pad of his thumb against his front teeth to check if Iruka has knocked them loose.
Worse, Iruka couldn't miss the flick of his tongue as he tested his teeth with it.
The sight of his incredibly white sharp canines that he would love to have nip...
"What the hell are you doing?" Iruka demanded, distracting himself from his thoughts.
Kiba tilted his head slightly, "When did you figure it out?"
Iruka huffed, "Don't answer a question with a question."
Kiba shrugged and stood up, squaring his shoulders as he took a step towards Iruka.
"Now� wait a second!" yelled Iruka taking a step back but frowning in consternation when he realized he had just trapped himself in the corner of the room.
"You hit me," Kiba rubbed his chin.
"Well you were� trying to�" Iruka's voice faltered when Kiba face appeared dangerously close again. This time in the light he could see the light sheen of sweat covering his neck, his damp hair, how dark the tattoos on his face seemed to be. Then those liquid brown eyes glanced into his own before he forced them shut.
"Kiba listen-"
"When did you figure it out?"
Iruka fumed, "Dammit, Kiba! Stop interrupting me!"
There was snort of laughter, "Yes Sensei."
"Do you want me to hit you again?"
Iruka immediately regretted saying anything because his hands were abruptly held behind his back by one of Kiba's hands, the other gripping his hipbone.
"Try it," Kiba's growled roughly in Iruka's ear, teasing the earlobe with his tongue.
"Fuck! You still smell like him," he mumbled more to himself than for Iruka's sake.
Carefully, Iruka opened one eye, then two to find the other staring intently at the collar.
"Who are you wearing the collar for, Iruka?" Kiba asked somewhat more softly, not taking his eyes off the strap.
Iruka shifted uncomfortably.
This really wasn't how he imagined this all to go but...
"Well, you, Kiba. I, well, I heard that the collar meant something for your clan and I was able to get this and -"
Suddenly lips were pressed against his own but they weren't harsh like before. In fact - they were almost hesitant. Iruka had expected a question or maybe for Kiba to laugh at him but not kiss
The hand on his hip moved and Kiba's thumb found a raw patch of skin on Iruka's tanned neck, "You have the wrong kind of collar."
"What? I was told that-"
Kiba laughed and continued to soothe the tender flesh, "We have special collars for our mates. The leather is conditioned, making it softer for human skin - this one is specifically for a dog. It's too rough."
Iruka closed his eyes in embarrassment and made a mental note to kick Pakkun down the street next time he saw him.
"Great. Just great."
Kiba laughed again and with the same hand undid the collar, the abrasive leather falling to the floor. Iruka groaned and enjoyed the sensation of Kiba's strong hand sliding over his sore neck.
"So how did you figure all this out?" Kiba asked and nuzzled the sensitive skin behind Iruka's ear.
Iruka licked his lips and instantly turned his head, allowing Kiba more access, "Pakkun."
"Kakashi's errand dog?"
"I had some questions about the manual and the Pakkun told me about the-"
Iruka could feel Kiba's lips on his neck twitch into a grin, "Mom gave you the Inuzuka manual?!"
"Actually, your sister was the one who handed it to me."
Kiba raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
Before Iruka could say anything else on the subject of who all was playing matchmaker, Kiba ran his tongue over the flesh in front of him.
"Read anything you liked?" he asked, his breath hot against Iruka's neck.
He almost moaned at his words.
Worse, the image of Kiba's tan, lean, and powerful body thrusting against his flashed through his mind.
Iruka tried to move his hands, wanting to reach out and touch but they were still being held, "Dammit Kiba, let me go."
"No." Kiba pulled back, his breathing ragged. Iruka saw him fighting with himself as he dragged a hungry look over his body, "I don't think I can control myself if you touch me."
"What is this Kiba?" Iruka sighed in annoyance, "A quick fuck? Because frankly, I don't want to be your dog toy."
Kiba flashed a grin, "What do you want it to be?"
"I�" Iruka faltered, "I just want to try� this."
"This?"
"I want to try to have a relationship with you."
Kiba stepped away, his grin gone, "I don't make promises."
Iruka almost whined from the loss of heat, "Is that a no?"
"No. I just can't promise anything."
Iruka crossed his arms, "What does that mean? You can't do relationships?"
Kiba reached a hand up and played with the mask on the side of his head, "No, it's just. I don't know."
There was a huff of annoyance as Iruka studied Kiba.
Suddenly Kiba didn't quite like how Iruka was looking at him.
"What if I don't do relationships? I'm an Inuzuka - we lust, we fuck, we eat, we sleep. That�s about it."
"Then I'm doing all this for nothing?"
"No-"
"No?"
"No- that's not what... God dammit Iruka! Why are you trying to make this all complicated?!"
"Complicated?" Iruka took a step forward, his hands on his hips, "I'm not that one with some bizarre mating rituals that someone actually needs a book to understand. In fact - I'm trying to make this less complicated."
Iruka took another step and continued, "You're the one that had to go around hiding behind that mask, marking me, leaving me to think all sorts of things about the situation and you tell me I'm the one making it complicated?"
Kiba snarled and brought his eyes up but Iruka was still watching him and even though their eyes met briefly it was enough for Kiba's frustrated mind to take it as a confrontation. Once again Iruka was pinned to the wall but this time he didn't have to worry about his hands being pinned, not with the sharp blade of the Ninjat� pressed against his neck.
Iruka hissed when the steel edge bit into his skin drawing a thin line beaded blood.
Almost immediately as the attack, the pressure was gone and Kiba was a few good paces away. Kiba choked back his surprise at Iruka's flushed face, his swollen lips, the marks of his fingers bruised onto Iruka's jaw and the neatly cut neck shining brightly with blood...
They stared at each other in brittle silence. When it became clear Kiba wasn't going to say anything, Iruka turned and fled the room.
Kiba dropped his head and rubbed the back of his neck wearily.
Sometimes he really hated himself.
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