So yeah,only took me three months to get another one out, huh? Mmm. Well I learned the hard way that college is a bit of a bitch, and I've been a bit a bit under the weather as of late. But yeah, I promise to get on top of things and try harder so I get too one-hundred.

This is still crazy-dedicated to my most favorite roleplay buddy ever. :P

Drowning

Kiba is a dominating and powerful force.

So much so Shino even finds himself awash and caught up in it all, never able to bring himself to fight back whenever the other boy pushes him to the ground in the shade of some trees, or forces him against some back-alley wall. Never says anything about how Kiba's hands like to roam over clothing – searching for any semblance of skin through the heavy fabric, his protection. How those same skillful hands always exposing skin whenever it wasn't enough, always exposing his scars, his embarrassment, his shame, his weakness…

Shino finds he can't do much expect whimper and moan whenever Kiba takes advantage of that weakness, feeling how the other boy's lips press messy kisses against his neck, his lips, wherever Kiba wants leaving more scars –scars only he can see—burned against his skin. Those slightly swollen, chapped lips muttering and whispering of emotions he shouldn't be feeling, of more weakness, weakness that he find himself drunk on and unable to help embracing. Voice refusing to give into what his mind and body already has, but his answer there, written clear with every sound that escapes him, each time his body presses into the hands that makes his blood boil.

Long ago and far away, Shino would have quickly ended this – denied this weakness and would have been just fine.

Now, he knows, this is what keeps him sane.

But Shino can't help but wonder just how sane he is now as he finds his form being pushed against his kitchen counter-top, feeling how fingers fumbled over buttons and tugged at clothing, and the hot breath on the back of his neck that made him grip the counter's surface until his knuckles where a ghastly shade of white.

He's caught up in a riptide… unable to escape the sheer force created from Kiba; it's consuming and enveloping him.

It's like he's drowning, it's crushing him and leaving him unable to breathe.

This pain…

He likes it.