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The Cost	By : AngelTalion Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Cost
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He wasn’t the type who did this sort of thing. This wasn’t him. He’d never done it before and swore he’d never do it again. But right now he was lonely, busy and tired and couldn’t be bothered with the effort it took to get ready to go out, go to a club and pick someone up. So Kiba’s car pulled onto a street everyone knew about but no one admitted to even driving down. His wipers turned on as the rain started to sprinkle. The truck rolled down the street, slow enough for him to get a good look at the women and men on either side, some calling out to try to get his attention, others just watching. Some looked too young to be out here doing what they did but Kiba was well aware that that was exactly what some people wanted. The truck rolled to a stop at a red light and he was prepared to give up when a busty blond just to the right caught his eye. He contemplated rolling the window down when the flare of a lighter to his left made him turn away.
The sharp black eyes traveled the body of the young man leaning on the corner of a building just inside an ally under an awning to keep dry as he smoked his cigarette. If Kiba had a type, this guy would be it. He was tall, slim, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, not too young but definitely not older than he was himself. He looked clean but in need of a good meal from the way the man’s black jeans clung to his hips and the plain black t-shirt he wore was small but still just a touch too big. The light turned green but Kiba didn’t notice as he took in the pony tailed man. He bit his lip and looked down. By the time his eyes turned back up, the other man was walking to the truck.
Shikamaru stopped just beside the truck and waited for the window to roll down. He’d been sure the guy was going to pick up Temari across the street but the lighting of his cigarette had drawn the driver’s attention and somehow he’d kept it. She would probably kick his ass later but at this point Shikamaru didn’t care. It was starting to rain and he’d just had to decide between a night in the hostel or a pack of cigarettes, cigarettes had won. "$200 for the night." When Kiba didn’t argue, Shikamaru relaxed and took another drag from his cigarette. Not arguing meant a warm, dry place to sleep. "I don’t do bondage or any gross kinky shit." When Kiba raised a questioning brow, Shikamaru shook his head. If he had to explain it, chances were this guy wasn’t into any of it but better to be safe than sorry. "You know… getting pissed or shit on… having sex with animals or kids." He choked on the smoke when the driver of the truck made a face. "I don’t swallow or do bareback. I don’t have anything and I plan to keep it that way."
With shaking hands, Kiba nodded and unlocked the doors of his truck with an audible click. He watched the man jog around the truck wanting to get in before the guy changed his mind. "Put the cigarette out." Kiba said before the door could shut. Looking at the cancer stick longingly, the pony tail bobbed in acknowledgement before it was tossed into the street. As he shut the door and clicked his seatbelt into place, he noticed Temari giving him a look that made him shiver a little. He was definitely getting his ass kicked later.
Putting the truck in gear, Kiba turned for his house. As they entered the suburban sprawl, Shikamaru blinked. He’d been expecting a motel. That was the norm and with a motel the john usually let you keep the room when he was done. Internally he cursed. There was every chance he’d be kicked out once this guy had shot his load and he’d be stranded in suburban hell with only $200. A cab ride back would cost too much and the last bus stop they’d passed was a few miles back now. He slunk into the seat, a frown marring his face making his lips thin.
Kiba looked over. "Something wrong? I can… uh take you back if you changed your mind." He scratched the back of his head turning into his drive. "This is my place though." It was a modest one story house with Spanish tiles, stucco walls and a perfectly manicured front yard.
Looking over the house, Shikamaru shook his head. "No, just usually this kind of thing happens in a motel, ya know. The wife away or something?"
Hitting the garage door opener, Kiba pulled in. "Not married, just hate apartments." The light overhead came on as he hopped out of the truck and the door closed. Sliding out, Shikamaru took in his surroundings. No lawn equipment meant the guy hired out his lawn keeping, six animal kennels of varying sizes meant animal lover and the garage floor was painted and Shikamaru had no clue what that meant. "Uh… this way." He unlocked his door and hit the button locking his truck and setting the alarm. He quickly punched his code into the house alarm and Shikamaru watched the man tense.
At first the brunette had no clue why then a giant white dog barreled down the hall at them. He flattened himself to the wall in a panic as his client caught the fucking thing in a hug. The dog was as tall as he was when on his hind legs and looked like it weighed double. "Hey there boy, were you good today?" The dog barked back as if talking to the crazy man Shikamaru had agreed to let take him home. "Come on Akamaru. Let’s get you fed." Shucking off his jacket, Kiba looked over his shoulder. "I’ve gotta feed him. Living room is through there." Shikamaru’s eyes scanned the fit form of his soon to be bed partner. He felt himself getting hard already. The young man had narrow black eyes and tattoos on his face but he hadn’t expected the dress shirt and only just noticed the guy was in khaki’s. He hadn’t struck Shikamaru as a professional but nothing about this guy made sense so far. He was built broad in the shoulders, with a narrow waist, firm thighs and a great ass. Swallowing, Shikamaru went in the direction he’d been pointed and noticed the arched passage that let him see what the owner of his accommodations was doing in the kitchen.
"Want a beer?" Looking over his shoulder Kiba smiled. "Mind if I have one?"
"Sure but don’t open it." Shikamaru moved to a shelf lined with books and frowned. The titles ranged from fiction to books on martial arts and then an entire row of veterinary medicine. "You’re a vet?"
"Yeah." He jumped when the word was said in his ear. Spinning quickly, he hadn’t heard the guy return to the room.
"You ok?" Kiba chuckled, one large hand reaching to steady the thinner guy.
"You surprised me." He took the beer bottle and twisted the cap off. "Nice place." He swallowed as his eyes trailed over the defined chest. This guy definitely worked out. His button down had been undone revealing the blue ribbed undershirt and Shikamaru could make out the definition through it and there was just a shadow of dark hair peaking out from under it. He was staring and he didn’t even realize it. Kiba however was smirking. It would help if the guy was attracted to him, making this less uncomfortable.
Before he realized what he was doing, Kiba leaned in and was only a breath away from their lips meeting when Shikamaru jerked his head back, knocking it on the shelf. "Fuck! Ow… fuck!" He blinked, raising his empty hand to rub the soon to be bump. "I don’t kiss. Not… not on the mouth." He swallowed, his eyes straying away from the pink mouth he desperately wanted to taste now that he’d considered it. His eyes darted up to those eyes that now reminded him of an animal. There was clear disappointment written in them and something else, something he couldn’t place.
Kiba nodded and took a swig of his beer and turned away with a sigh. "Right. I haven’t eaten yet, are you hungry? I’m gonna make some dinner. We can eat." Kiba headed back toward the kitchen, a frown marring his face.
"It’s your money. We can do whatever you want." Shikamaru responded before thinking about his words. When he saw Kiba tense and down the rest of his beer, the brown eyed man closed his eyes wondering when the fuck he’d gotten so stupid. He was good at this. This was what he did to survive and yet here he was bum fucking it like he hadn’t since his first time.
Tensing, Kiba tossed the beer bottle into the trash and pulled a frozen lasagna out of the freezer. He opened the box following the directions without having to read them before turning to assess Shikamaru. "My name is Kiba. What’s yours?"
"What do you…" He sighed when Kiba rolled his eyes. Why didn’t he want to tell the other man his name? Shikamaru didn’t know but he didn’t. "Shikamaru." He took a swig from his own bottle. Another thing he never did, drinking while on the job is how you got hurt. Trusting the john to mind his manners once you were liquored up was how you ended up on the evening news. "Can I use the bathroom?"
"Down the hall, second door on the left." Kiba pointed before turning to set the timer. Once the thin man had escaped Kiba moved to his bedroom. He checked the bedside table for lube and condoms. Relieved to see them, he pocketed a couple. He then moved to his stash of cash and pulled two hundred free of what he kept on hand and licked his lips looking in the dresser mirror. "What the fuck am I doing?" He whispered to his reflection. It had been six months since he’d last gotten laid. The clinic had been so busy he hadn’t really had time but did that excuse what he was doing? People did this all the time right? It wasn’t that different from a one nighter he’d pick up in a bar. They were just being more up front about what was going on here. Instead of a hundred bucks on over priced drinks at some club, the cash would go into his ‘date’s’ pocket.
Dumping the rest of his beer after a last swig, Shikamaru flushed the toilet. He looked in the mirror with his hands palm down on the counter top. Why was he so rattled? What was it about this guy, Kiba, his mind supplied, that had him turned on and stupid? Fuck, he hadn’t been this hot for a person in a very long time. Shikamaru had learned early to compartmentalize. Sex, attraction, work and life were not things he mixed. He hadn’t had a relationship in four years. Not since he’d left his mom’s place and high school behind. Washing his hands and then face, Shikamaru checked his pocket confirming he had oral condoms, regular condoms and a fresh tube of KY, tools of his trade. After another steadying breath, Shikamaru shucked his t-shirt and exited the bathroom. His eyes spotted the cash on the table when he reentered the living room. Without stopping, he scooped it up pocketing the cash and knelt in front of the man he belonged to for the night.
Shirtless and kneeling before him the other man looked so beautiful to Kiba. He’d never admitted it before but there was nothing as sexy as his lover on his knees between his legs with a mouth full of his cock. He was sure it was a sight any red blooded man loved but he also knew it wasn’t something you voiced lest it never happen again. Shikamaru’s deft fingers made quick work of Kiba’s pants, tugging them down enough that he could free the semi hard length from its confines. Smirking, he opened the oral condom putting it in place, glancing up as if asking permission he caught the quick nod and leaned over.
Kiba hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath until the heat of Shikamaru’s mouth encased his cock sending the air from his lungs with a whoosh. A few deft swipes of tongue had him fully hard and gritting his teeth. Shikamaru swallowed, backing off and looking at the cock in his hand. He’d realized it was thick but as it hardened completely he felt himself tremble. Kiba was well hung for a fucking stallion. He hadn’t had a cock that big before. He was a fucking pro and had never even seen a cock like the one Kiba had. Thick and long, the veterinarian made average tiny and Shika felt his insides clench at the idea of taking it. "Fuck, you’re huge." He licked his lips leaning in to lave the head with his tongue before his lips stretched wide over it. He moaned when his efforts were rewarded with the muscle jerking in his mouth. Twisting his wrists, Shikamaru didn’t bother pretending he could take the massive thing completely. His fist moved in time with his mouth and when he felt a wide palm fall to his shoulder and the low moan of appreciation, he smirked a little.
Kiba’s toes curled into the plush carpeting. "Fuck… God you’re so good. That feels so good Baby." He was panting and licking at his bottom lip with his eyes slitted open just enough so he could watch his cock disappearing into the hungry mouth. "Ugh, I’m gonna come… fuck, fuck you’re gonna make me come."
Pulling off, Shikamaru swallowed and nodded, a trail of saliva connecting his now swollen lips to the massive organ he’d been showing attention. "It’s ok, that’s what the condom is for." He licked the underside, tonguing the sensitive part just below Kiba’s cock head then he began bobbing his head once more, faster then before and the suction constant. To his surprise, Kiba swelled before his body arched off the material of his sofa, gagging Shikamaru as he was surprised by the sudden orgasm. He blinked up and swallowed the additional saliva from his activities.
Flushing, Kiba clenched his eyes closed as his breathing slowed and the speckles left his sight. "S… sorry it’s been a while."
"You don’t have to apologize. I’m not here to judge you." Shika’s hands rubbed soothingly over Kiba’s thighs, long fingers nudging and caressing over his balls. In his jeans, Shikamaru was leaking, hard and hungry for the same cock he’d just had in his mouth to be deep inside his hole. He hadn’t wanted to be fucked in so long, the act hadn’t been more than just an act in much longer.
Kiba’s hands lifted Shikamaru from the floor as if he weighed nothing, depositing the street boy to straddle his lap, cock never softening. "I don’t think I have a condom that will fit you." Shikamaru whispered as his mouth fell open as he attacked the fluttering pulse point of his benefactor. "I want you. Please, I need you inside me." Rocking his hips up against the currently hard cock pressing into his own denim clad cock. "Don’t make me beg you." Shikamaru looked up, the desperate hungriness on his face set Kiba to shivering.
"Don’t you always beg?" He tugged Shikamaru’s head back by his pony tail. "Are you always this cock hungry?" Whimpering in the back of his throat, the paid for man shook his head.
"No, fucking hell, no. I haven’t… Kiba…" He sighed the name as the mouth descended on his neck, the scrape of fang like k-9’s moving over his throat. His hands fisted in the wild locks of dark hair as his whimpers grew. "No… no marks… no marks." He shook his head when the hands locked harder on his hips.
"You’ve got a lot of fucking rules, Shikamaru. I’m gonna see my marks on you. If it costs me a thousand dollars I’ve gotta see them on you." He flipped them so that the slighter man was on the bottom. Fingers tearing away the worn denim as he sat back on his heels enough to remove them completely, letting his shirt, pants and boxers take their own trip to the floor. "Fucking damn but you’re beautiful…" Kiba’s eyes trailed over the olive toned skin, taking in the darker brown of the pony tailed man’s nipples, eyes following his fingers as they tweaked each one making the lithe form twist and hiss in response. Then they moved down finding a dark line of hair that pointed him to Shikamaru’s leaking cock. It wasn’t as thick or long as his own but in Kiba’s experience it was very respectable. "Luckily for you I don’t have as many." The only words before Shikamaru got the first unhindered feel of a hot wet mouth over his cock since he was sixteen.
"Oh shit! Shit shit shit fuck me… no no, I don’t wanna come like this, please… I’ve got lube. Kiba… KIBA…" The pleading turned to a whine and the whine back to a plea before he was screaming Kiba’s name, shooting striping’s of come over the other man’s tongue. As soon as he heard the tell tale pop, Shikamaru sat up, pounding fists against the corded muscle of Kiba’s shoulders. "You BASTARD. You fucking idiot bastard!"
"You said you were clean." Kiba was panting and gripping the base of his dick to keep from coming. "I wanted to taste you… and you don’t kiss." He whispered, nuzzling Shikamaru in an attempt to appease the other man into laying back and spreading his legs once more. "Lay back Baby… you’re beautiful like that… let me look at you. So fucking sexy." He pushed Shikamaru back against the soft cushions of his sofa. His eyes raked over Shikamaru as if attempting to memorize the hungry look in the other man’s eyes, the way his body looked flushed and panting, the way his legs fell bent and opened over Kiba’s thighs and his hips tilted lewdly, offering up his hole for Kiba’s enjoyment.
Kiba slicked his thumb with his own saliva, pressing it into the used pucker. His mind painting a much better scenario that involved him already having fucked Shikamaru twice that day instead of whatever the hooker had done. When he’d penetrated as deep as his thumb would go, he gently rubbed the clenching walls. "Mo… more… you’ve got to do more. I’ll never fit that monster between your legs if you don’t." Shikamaru arched his hips, hoping for more. "KY in my jeans and condoms for your fingers." Nodding his understanding, Kiba continued moving his thumb in and out of the rose colored pucker, distracting Shikamaru from seeing what Kiba was doing. He worked in the condom over his three fingers before finally releasing his thumb to help with the lubricant.
Sure he was good and slick, Kiba looked down. "This might hurt Baby." Black hungry eyes watched as lids fluttered closed and hips jerked as he was penetrated by the three thick fingers to his most sensitive place inside. The low keening whine had Kiba’s cock dribbling and begging to replace those lucky fingers. "Look at me. Look at me Shikamaru… I wanna watch you." While the fingers worked their way in and out of Shikamaru’s body, the other stroked gently at the crook where his thigh met his groin, coaxing a reaction from the sinewy body of his lover. He watched brown eyes finally focus on him, the gaze full of nothing but lust. Kiba felt pride shake him. That was no act, this was real. Growing impatient, Kiba started flexing his fingers, spreading them to relax and attempt to ready Shikamaru as much as he could to take all that Kiba had to offer and still they both knew this was going to hurt.
His patience running out, Kiba pulled free of the powerful legs wrapped around him and the gripping needy heat that was keeping his fingers captive. He rescued the magnum sized condom as well as a bottle of wet. "This might sting a bit Baby… I’ll try to go slow." He pushed against the ring of muscle which couldn’t help but tense at the prospect of what was coming. "Relax, you’ve gotta relax or its going to hurt." He knew from experience that this could all go very, very wrong if not done carefully and willingly.
Glaring a little at the vague insult that he couldn’t take it, Shikamaru bucked his hips and pushed at the same time, crying out as the wide bulbous length penetrated inside. It burned but fuck it burned so good, it left him wanting. "More… fucking… Kiba more. Put it in now… I want your cock, every overly fucking thick desperately long inch. Please… FUCK ME." The growling demand was punctuated by another shallow thrust as his hips dipped up once more.
Shikamaru looked up, swallowing as he caught the animal he’d unknowingly unleashed inside the man who’d taken him home. The black eyes slitted in warning as thick shackle like hands wrapped around his ankles lifting him to the angle most desired by the man on top. It allowed Kiba to jam down, deep down into Shika’s trembling, gripping hole and he enjoyed his own roar of pleasure as much as he enjoyed the shout of the person beneath him. Kiba was always gentle, always careful, always hurt his partners by mistake and so he never lost control but that was exactly what Shikamaru seemed to want. He wanted no courtesy. "I want it all… give it to me Kiba. Fuck me good… fuck me so good I won’t remember another cock for months. Please, it’s so big I can feel it, feel you everywhere. I need to feel you everywhere."
"God damn it, you’re perfect… you’re so beautiful, so cock starved, you take it so good. You love it don’t you? My cock, this thick pole drilling you. You need it Shika. Tell me. Tell me again that you need it." Kiba insisted as his wild thrusts slowed to almost a gentle rocking instead of the pounding rhythm they’d kept before.
"ARhhh! I’m gonna kill you! FUCK YOU! You possessive fucking Bastard. YES yes yes I want your cock. I need that cock, your cock. Fuck me with it. Fuck me now Kiba." He was demanding… still saying all the right things but Kiba could feel him holding back. So he twisted Shikamaru to his side, scissoring one leg over his shoulder and then reentered Shikamaru at a new angle.
"Tell me you love my cock Shikamaru." He smirked and thrust all the way in.
"KIBA!!! FUCK! FUCK ME NOW YOU BASTARD SON OF A BITCH! Fuck me there, right there. Do it, do it now." Shikamaru’s hips bucked but the new position offered little leverage.
"You know what I want to hear Baby. Just say it and I’ll give you every leaking hungry inch of this dick. I swear."
"I love your cock Kiba, I need it. I’ve needed it inside me since you got fucking hard. Now AHHHHR Ugh fugh…" The air left his lungs as the pounding began anew and his eyes rolled back. He wasn’t sure he could survive. His own dick leaked in a desperate need to be touched. As Kiba’s cock bottomed out over and over, striking Shikamaru’s prostate, he let a hand fall deftly to the neglected cock of his partner.
"You want to come?" He felt the insides he was plunging into clench and heard him growl. "Let me hear it baby"
"I wanna come. You fucking sadistic bastard, I wanna come all over your cock." That was all it took and Kiba slammed in and out, crying Shikamaru’s name in a way the other man hadn’t heard in far, far too long. The rough paw of a hand stroked hard and fast, taking Shikamaru with him minutes later. Finally falling back panting.
"That was good. Very good." Kiba nodded, groaning as he threw one arm over his head.
Shikamaru felt himself crawl over the sex god who’d taken him home. "Worth $200?" Kiba snorted.
"Baby, I’d pay five for that ass." He gave a firm smack knowing he’d leave a palm print. "Dinner’s done. Put your jeans on. I won’t be ready for round three until I’ve eaten." Kiba seemed to have gotten over his awkwardness about their situation.
Eye brows in his hair line, Shikamaru was shocked, Round three? With THAT thing? He would use all his money resting up in the hostel just so he could go back out to earn money. Watching the boxer clad ass move into the kitchen he sighed. For this one, it would be worth.
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Six times that night Shikamaru found himself stuffed full of Kiba’s cock. The man was insatiable. He’d woken up early to the smell of pancakes and bacon. He loved bacon. Dressing after a quick shower, he checked that his two hundred was still in his pocket and smiled as he left the back of the house moving to the kitchen. "Any of that for me?"
"Hrmm, most of it. But eat fast, we have to leave in an hour. I’ve got to open the clinic so the girls can get in. He gave an apologetic smile to the man he knew he would be dropping off somewhere close enough he could get to where he stayed when he didn’t have a client.
The drive back into the city was silent and Kiba had things he wanted to say, things he knew he shouldn’t. "Here’s good. I can walk from here." The brown eyes flitted over the familiar street. Unbuckling the belt, Shikamaru started out of truck but turned and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Kiba’s mouth. "If you need it… you know where to find my ass."
Only ten hours later Kiba was pulling cash from an ATM and slowly moving down the street, searching out his boy. "How much does it cost to get preferential treatment Shikamaru? How much to get you to walk away from a jag when it pulls up?"
Closing his eyes after climbing into the cab of the truck, Shikamaru muttered to himself. "Troublesome." Kiba already got preferential treatment, he’d walked away from a fucking jag when he saw the familiar truck moving down the street toward him.

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