::/ Naruto \::

"Good morning, bitch." The dark figure—the one from before, the one that locked me in this room—had said, literally insulting me—practically cursing and spitting at me in my face. Once again, he had demeaned me, looked down at me, and disdained me as if I were literally nothing. And for once, I could see his eyes. I wasn't able to tell before, since his face was blurred, but he wore sunglasses, which he was now taking off. His face was only somewhat blurry, now. I was finally beginning to make out his face. His eyes glared at me with such a look that made me feel insanely inferior to him. I easily recognized the person next to him—it seemed he didn't bother to even try to put up a genjutsu for him.

"Shikamaru… you're in on this, too?" I asked, looking up at Shikamaru pathetically. He flinched and became wide-eyed.

"I… I'm not Shikamaru," Shikamaru lied, a drop of sweat trickling down his face. The other man simply rolled his eyes.

"I can see you; your face is clear." I informed him, causing rage to explode across his face.

"I thought you said he wouldn't be able to see our faces!" Shikamaru yelled at the other man, obviously upset.

"You misheard. I said he wouldn't be able to see my face." His voice was becoming clearer… this couldn't be who I thought it was…

"You bastard!" Shikamaru yelled, and—surprisingly—he lost his cool, performed ninja signs and attempted a Shadow Possession Jutsu. I wouldn't expect someone so smart to be so stupid. The other man simply raised his hand, and as Shikamaru's shadow reached him, Shikamaru froze, and then fell down on the floor.

"Idiot," the man said, looking over at me with sharp, green eyes.

"What… what the hell did you do to me!" Shikamaru yelled, unable to move.

"It'd be a waste to explain, since you'll die shortly." A few seconds after this was mentioned, Shikamaru gasped, coming to a complete halt of body movement as his muscles relaxed. His eyes were wide open, but he was dead. It appeared as if vibrating specks of black dust left Shikamaru's body and went up the other man's sleeve.

"So then, I guess it will just be you and I." My body tightened, and I clenched my fists.

"Why… Why would you do this?" I asked, the man folding his arms and rolling his eyes. "I don't understand… why me?"

"Because, Naruto, it's nearly a fact that you're, although I hate to say it, the most adorable teen boy in the village. Hell, everyone wants you." He didn't seem like he was lying, but there was no way this was true… "God, you're so easy to read," he continued, "I'm telling you the truth. Hell, even all your teachers—Jiraiya, Kakashi—everyone wants you. Do you honestly think Jiraiya would just randomly take some lowly genin as his student? It was because he wanted to find an opening where he could take you for granted. Hell, as if Kakashi didn't plot every day to have a moment alone with you where no one could find you. You're everyone's target, but as of right now, I've got you stuck in my crosshairs, and you've nowhere to run."

"But why would you do this?" I asked, looking him straight in the face. "Why!"

"Oh… so you can see my face now?" he looked at me with a bland look on his face.

"I wouldn't expect this from you… you seemed so much more mannerly than to do something like this… I mean, you kidnapped me!"

"Hell, Naruto, that's just how the world works sometimes."

::/ Gaara \::

Everything with Shino and I seemed to be going well. Our relationship was sailing smoothly—rather fast, but still smoothly. There was a little of me thinking it was too good to be true, but the love I had grown for Shino simply canceled that out. To be honest, I was quite lovestruck. I couldn't get Shino off my mind. I was trying my best to resist visiting him, since I had just left a short while ago, after all, but I was dying to see his face again. I then noticed that I hadn't seen his eyes, just yet. I fantasized how beautiful his eyes might be… maybe a bedazzling green, or a glistening blue… Well, maybe not blue; if anything, the green seems most plausible.

In any case, Shino was on my mind, and I couldn't get him off of it. Although I'd look a bit clingy, I had to see him. I headed off for his house again, deciding to spend some quality time with him, but noticed Kiba on my way. He seemed rather depressed.

::/ Kiba \::

I hadn't seen Naruto (or Akamaru, for that matter) in forever. The distance between us was killing me. I haven't been able to kiss his lips, or even to just touch his hand. There was nothing allowing me to see him, and it was killing me slowly. I had been searching for him for days, and no one had the slightest idea where he could be. So many questions flooded my mind—was he okay? Was he scared? Did someone hurt him? Oh, if he was hurt, I was sure to kill whoever had touched him. I would never forgive them, no matter what. But I had absolutely no leads; there was nowhere to search. I couldn't just start barging into people's houses, despite how much I wanted to.

The thing that pissed me off, though, was that someone kidnapped my dog so that they could kidnap my lover. What kind of messed up fuck would do such a thing! Akamaru was probably hurt, alone, or scared… hell, let alone I was gonna kill this person for touching Naruto, but Akamaru as well? This person was going to suffer through hell, and I was going to make sure of it. I was glaring down at the ground and clenching my fists tight in anger, causing my nails to dig into my palms. Blood was dripping from my hand; when I felt it, I sighed and relaxed my hands. It obviously wouldn't do me any good to get mad about it. I had to try my best to keep my logical thinking. Though, when thinking logically, I can only concentrate on Naruto and how much I miss him. It didn't take too long for me to get depressed…

Though, a good distraction is always a friend. I swung my head up when I felt Gaara's hand on my right shoulder. I let out an "Oh," and looked back down. Gaara sat down next to me and patted the ground, suggesting I sit down, too. I figured I might as well and took a seat.

"What's the matter?" Gaara asked in his usual dry tone.

"The same thing that's been 'the matter' for the past few days…" I muttered, looking down gloomily.

"If you stay depressed like this, you'll never find Naruto," he said, looking at me sincerely.

"Gee, thanks for the encouragement," I replied, looking at him with lament written all over my face.

"You know I'm only trying to help," he said, getting slightly aggravated.

"I know, it's just… I miss him so much… and he's been gone so long… it seems as if there's nothing I can do…"

"What would Naruto say?"

"Huh?"

"What would Naruto say if he saw you like this? You look a mess, ruined, at life's end, almost. Just because you've been separated for a short time? Naruto would be disappointed. He would never allow you to give up like this. He would make you strive forward, and never look back. He'd make you keep searching until you found what you were looking for." It was apparent that Gaara was trying really hard to cheer me up, so I couldn't help but smile. He cared, at least, and that counted.

"You're right. I can't give up just yet," I said, standing up gallantly, "I'll find both Naruto and Akamaru, and I'll teach the guy who took 'em a lesson or two! No matter what, I've got to keep looking. I won't stop, no matter what gets in my way!"

"Are you sure?" Gaara said, looking up at me, smiling. I remembered a phrase that Naruto loved to say…

"Heh heh… Believe it!" I smiled the same goofy smiled Naruto did, and I was inspired to keep searching.

::/ Naruto \::

He had worked his way closer to me, and was pressing me against the bed. The feel of his body on mine was just gross, in my mental opinion, but a certain part of me was reacting in a way that was against my wishes as his foreign hands explored my body.

"Heh, are you enjoying this, Naruto?" he smiled evilly, touching me in places I'd only allow one person to. "Because it seems you are." I felt wrong, gross… just out of place as he caressed me. It didn't feel right, but for some reason, I was throbbing… Why couldn't I stop it?

"Of course you're enjoying yourself, after all…" His sarcastic tone only made it worse… It pissed me off to no extent. What really ticked me off was that there wasn't much of anything I could do about it.

"You," he continued, and I was pretty sure I knew where he was going.

"Are," I gritted my teeth, fully aware I wasn't going to be able to handle this properly.

"My," he said, smiling that anger enticing smile…

"Bitch." he finished, grinning wide as the freaking Cheshire Cat. I was boiling over with anger, ready to practically explode. I placed my hand on his chest, yelled something, and blacked out.

::/ ? \::

I had worked rather hard to kidnap Naruto, and I was going to enjoy my prize. I was fondling him over, praising his body with my touch, when I decided to remind him who he was.

"You, are, my, bitch." The words escaped my mouth, and I grinned vastly. I was happy I was able to finally claim Naruto as mine, in so many different ways. I then felt Naruto place his right hand on my chest. It seemed he was finally going to cooperate. I then, however, heard him mutter something.

"What? Speak louder, I can't hear you," I said, tensing my expression. He then stared me straight in the face with teary eyes but an angry look, and yelled out extravagantly.

"I AM NOT YOUR BITCH!" he yelled as loud as he could, expressing his intense hatred for me now. I then felt the air on his palm twist rapidly, and I realized what he was doing. I couldn't help but doubt it though—I had designed the room to block out all Ninjutsu. Though, I noticed his eyes went a wild red, and he seemed to be an entirely new being for a second. It was a chakra I didn't recognize. "OODAMA RASENGAN!" The air on my chest then wrapped and lashed, pressed against me, and slammed me against the reforming door I had made. I was conscious only a few seconds more to watch Naruto drop to his hands and knees from exhaustion.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath.

::/ Naruto \::

I opened my eyes to find myself on my hands and knees, and instantly became confused and infuriated and many other emotions, thinking I blacked out at the wrong time. I turned and whipped my hand to find no one behind me. I felt my ass, and it didn't seem to be sore. It seemed I was safe, for now. I turned around to find the guy who kidnapped me slammed against the door, an indent on his chest that ripped his shirt entirely. I looked at my hands out of curiosity.

"Did… did I do that?" I muttered to myself in amazement. I also noticed that my breathing patterns were harsh—I was obviously worn out.

With a little help from yours truly, I heard come from inside me. It was a voice I was familiar with—it was the nine-tailed fox. It figured I would rage enough to accidentally call him out. But, was it really my normal Rasengan that was enough to stop him? Even if it had the boost of the nine-tailed fox, it was still surely not strong enough to stop him. I shook my head and dismissed it—now wasn't the time to ponder. I tried to stand up, but fell back on my knees, realizing I was too weak to walk properly. I crawled over to the boy, searching his pockets for a key or something. I found a Tag with a strange kanji on it. I placed it on the door and made a hand sign for a release. What, no "Thank you"? the nine-tails began talking to himself, like he would normally.

"Release!" I yelled, and the door changed shape slightly to become a normal wooden door. Then, all the impact that hit the door before hit it all at once, and the door burst into smithereens. "Whoa," I muttered unconsciously, and attempted to crawl beyond the door, trying to get down the hallway, only to have the man's hand grab my leg, trying to stop me.

"Don't… go…" he muttered quietly, "I… worked so hard… to get you… it's… not fair…" He then passed out, dropping his hand instantly. I made sure to make haste.

I was quickly stopped, however, when I noticed that my vision had begun to blur. Fuck! I thought, realizing I hadn't had much to eat in a while, and I had used way too much chakra along with what I assume was some of the nine-tails' power. It figures I would be exhausted. I barely made it halfway down the hallway before I collapsed on my stomach, staring down at the end of the hallway.

"No… so close…"I let out as my eyes started to slowly close, my eyelids feeling like iron curtains putting a close to the play that was my vision.

"K… Kiba…"

::/ Gaara \::

I didn't necessarily want to bring Kiba along with me to Shino's, but I knew that if I didn't, he would just get depressed thinking about Naruto again. I figured if he came with me, I could keep Naruto off his mind, at the least. I knew this would immediately obliterate any chance I had of having some alone time with Shino, but I figured I could bear with it for now.

"So, I take it your relationship with Shino is moving along quite nicely," Kiba said, giving me a suggestive look.

"…I guess." I replied blandly.

"Oh come on, don't give me that!" Kiba laughed, putting his left arm around my shoulders and holding me close. I looked down and blushed a bit. I forget that I'm so unused to the way people display friendship… I've always been alone, and suddenly, it's as if everything's changed.

"Well, it's nice… What do you expect me to say?" I looked up at him, and he looked up, thinking for a moment, then he smiled and looked at me.

"How far along are you?" he asked, smiling creepily.

"What! I'm not freaking pregnant!" I yelled, stopping and glaring at him sharply.

"Hahaha!" he laughed harshly, "No no no, I mean, how far in the relationship? Like… have you gone all the way, some finger-banging, oral, y'know?" My face turned beet red as he said this.

"W…wh…"

"Aaaaaaah! You're blushing! You've totally given him your v-card!" Kiba laughed hysterically and slapped his knee.

"What! NO! No! Maybe a little of the second thing, but god, not at all the way." He stopped and thought a bit, then let out an "Ohoho…"

"Gyah! Shut up!" I looked down and sped forward. "We're almost at Shino's house, so behave yourself, you wild mutt."

"Don't hate," Kiba said, holding his arms up playfully and shrugging a bit. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, with him continuing to follow a minute later.

"Here we are," I said, placing my hand on the door. I hesitated, looking at the door shyly. If I knocked, Shino would answer… that sent an interesting chill up my spine.

"What are you waiting for?" Kiba said as he walked next to me and banged on the door loudly. "HELLOO-OOH! IS ANYBODY HOME!" I blushed again, and slapped Kiba lightly.

"`The fuck are you thinking! Just bashing on the door like that? What if someone heard you!"

"Isn't that the point?" he said with a slightly confused look on his face, rubbing his cheek. I stopped, and realized that that kind of was the point, but, regardless, he 'knocked' rather obnoxiously.

"Jerk," I said, turning back to the door and closing my eyes from anger (and some embarrassment). I put my hand over my face and muttered, "Keep cool, damnit." I heard Kiba giggle and I glared at him as a warning. We waited for a bit, but no one answered the door. "That's weird," I said with my hand on my chin in a thinking pose, "I was just here an hour or so ago, where could he have gone?" Kiba then reached for the doorknob.

"Maybe he didn't go anywhere." He twisted the knob, and, surely enough, it opened.

"The hell…?" I whispered, peering into the house. "Hello?" I cried out, waiting for a response.

"Let's have a look around," Kiba chimed, walking right in.

"What! NO! That's… that's freaking unethical! AND that's breaking and entering, or whatever!"

"Maybe he's here, and just can't hear us. Why else would the door be unlocked? Besides, you could learn a lot from someone by searching through their house." Kiba seemed focused, and he was taking a look around at the place. The front door led straight to a hallway, with two doorways on each side, and then a staircase at the end of the hallway. He sniffed the air, then froze. "Wait a minute…" he walked around quickly, and continued to sniff the air violently.

"What are you doing?"

"I smell something, duh."

"Well no shit, Sherlock. What do you smell?" He glared at me, the continued.

"It can't be right… but I have to be sure…" he said, sniffing around an opening to a room and shaking his head. He then went over to a staircase, and walked up. I followed him, massaging my temples to try and stay calm. He made a left at the staircase and passed several rooms, then stopped at one. He sniffed again. "In here," he said. I walked in; it was Shino's room.

"What could you possibly smell in here?" I looked around, opened Shino's top dresser, and found an unopened pack of condoms. There was a tube of lube next to them. "Well, that's a shock…" Kiba looked over at me and snickered, then went back to his investigation.

"This is weird," he said, "the scent practically stops in this room."

"Maybe you smell Shino…" I glared at him.

"No no, he smells of this weird type of grass—this is different, like, similar to canine smell… It's almost like… Naruto's…" I froze. He didn't actually think he smelt Naruto? What would Naruto be doing at Shino's house? Kiba then walked to a wall, and pressed against it with his hands. "Behind here?" he asked himself, and then looked at the dresser I found the interesting items in. He shoved the dresser away from the wall and found a hidden door. We looked at each other, unsure of if we should open the door or not. "Should we?" Kiba asked, finally acting somewhat sensible. I nodded, and Kiba opened the door slowly.

There was a staircase behind the door, and we walked down. We immediately turned left to find a long hallway, and two bodies on the ground in the hallway. We ran to the first body we saw, and Kiba immediately was shocked.

"Naruto!" he yelled out, and he picked him up and hugged him gracefully. Naruto was knocked out, and he probably wasn't going to wake up for awhile. I walked passed Kiba and looked in the room at the end of the hallway. There was a bed, some trees, a faucet, and a toilet. It was almost like a prison cell. I then noticed there was a body at the side, and I looked it over.

"Kiba." I called out. Kiba looked up, laid Naruto down on his back, and then skipped over. He looked in and saw the body I was looking at.

"Oh, damn." He said, covering his mouth a bit.

"…It seems we have a problem." I said, trying to sound calm, yet clenching my fists tight.

::/ Naruto \::

I woke up to the smell of ramen. I jumped a bit, and then looked around myself quickly. There was Kiba, right there, smiling, holding an open cup of ramen in front of me. I wondered if I was dead for a moment, after all, Kiba and ramen makes a pretty damn good heaven.

"'Bout time you woke up," Kiba said, though, to be honest, he sounded pretty relieved. I couldn't help but freeze up—I was finally together with Kiba again. I reached outward and touched his cheek, that remarkable red fang, and smiled. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I didn't care. I jumped up and hugged Kiba, almost spilling the ramen. "Whoa, there!" He said, laughing. He set the ramen down to make sure it didn't spill.

"Oh, Kiba! I missed you so much! Where have you been!" I yelled in happiness. I was bawling tears of joy, but who cares! I was finally back with my Kiba again!

"Hah, you're such a loser, Naruto; getting so worked up over nothing." That's what he said, but he hugged me tight, too, and I felt something run through my hair. I closed my eyes and smiled. He may act tough, but I knew he was just as glad as I was to see him. We finally broke the hug, and I sat back, looking him up and down. It was almost as if I completely forgot what he looked like—we had been away for so long… "Here, you must be hungry," Kiba said, wiping away tears he wouldn't admit to later. I took the ramen from him and ate happily. The taste of Ichiraku's was so nice… I hadn't had it in forever. I finished quickly—drinking all of it—and looked over at Gaara, who was standing next to someone strapped in a chair next to a staircase. This seemed to be a different level of the house I was trapped in—probably actually on the ground floor. I looked behind myself and confirmed that, seeing the front door.

"That bastard," I said, standing up and glaring at him. "He and Shikamaru… I can't believe it."

"Practically just him, now, seeing how Shikamaru's dead." Kiba said, crossing his arms.

"That's what happens," Gaara said blandly. Kiba and I nodded in agreement. Gaara seemed the most aggravated out of all of us—and he should be. It's always the last person you'd expect.

Suddenly, the man lifted his head and looked at us, one by one. His muscles tensed, as if he were testing the ropes restraining him. His head drooped and he chuckled, then looking up, his eyes glaring at us, yet also showing some sort of twisted joy like a maniac.

"I have to admit, it's strange seeing you all without my shades," he said, keeping his evil smirk.

"Where's Akamaru?" Kiba asked, immediately denying the statement that the man had said.

"What? You didn't even search for him? Tsk tsk, time's running out for him, then. In that dresser you moved, in the bottom drawer. It's sealed shut. He's had sufficient air up until now, which I haven't refreshed, yet." Kiba growled at the man and ran upstairs, in a frantic motion to try and get Akamaru. "It's a shame I lost you, Naruto. I was so close to getting what I wanted, too."

"Shut up!" I said, anger dripping out my eyes in the form of tears, "Don't talk about me like I'm some prize!" He chuckled at this and simply looked at me with those same green eyes.

"But you are."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I held my hand back and conjured a Rasengan instantly, charging at him angrily. I was stopped by Gaara's sand, and I fell to the ground gloomily. Gaara looked at me sympathetically, though he also kept his eye on him.

Kiba came down the stairs slowly, looking down gloomily. He had something white and furry in his arms—I assumed it was Akamaru.

"Did… did you find him?" I asked, wanting a confirmation. He nodded, then stopped, and shook his head. I didn't understand, though it hit me all at once when he set Akamaru near me. I put my hand on Akamaru's chest and felt nothing. He was dead.

"YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" I was swiping at the man with my claws, my eyes flashing red, my hair erect, and my marks sharp. Kiba was holding me back with both hands, and the man simply moved his face to the side so I couldn't reach him. I swiped a few more times, wanting to just get one blow on him so I could pay him back everything. I tired myself out soon, and turned and held Kiba close, crying my heart out. I didn't even know Akamaru for even half as long as Kiba did, but I was crying like a fool.

"It's a shame… but, it happens. Some lives are lost in the big scheme of things." I glared back at the man, who was simply smiling. Knowing I was going to launch at the man again, Kiba tightened his grip on me and started to carry me out.

"WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE! I'LL KILL YOU! I REALLY WILL!" I cried out, reaching towards him, dying to just scratch him up a bit. Kiba was holding me just outside the house, bringing me into the front yard and holding me tight in his lap.

"I guess you're right," Gaara said, his head down. "Sometimes, lives are lost in the big scheme of things…" He looked up at the man, who had a focused look on his face. "Some of this lives will be mourned for," he said, looking at the man with a deathly glare. The man then jumped up at Gaara, ready to attack him, but Gaara slammed him against the wall with his sand. Gaara then stepped on the bugs he had used to free himself from the rope.

"Damn you," he said, gritting his teeth a bit, and then spitting blood. "I cared for those bugs."

"Don't interrupt me," Gaara said, pressing his sand harder against him, making him cry out. "Some lives," he continued, "will not be mourned for, ever."

"Are you sure about that? I mean, we have done a lot, you know. Maybe you'll mourn for me?" The man grinned at Gaara evilly, blood leaking from his mouth.

"Never." Gaara then walked out of the house, standing next to Kiba and me. He reached out his hand, facing him, and gave him one final glare. "Fuck you, Shino." He then closed his hand quickly, sand flooding through the house's open door violently. Some sand was leaking out the windows since the house was terribly stuffed with it. Gaara then grunted and tightening his grasp, causing a tight squeeze to make the house collapse.

"CONTAINED SAND BURIAL!"

The house was demolished: there was nothing left besides broken wood and a dismantled frame, along with the sand everywhere.

"Is… he dead?" I said, looking around, not seeing anyone in sight. Suddenly, some of the wooden boards moved, and then got pushed over as a giant black figure of bugs to rise from the rubble. The bugs dispersed and revealed Shino's damaged body.

"I won't be that easy, my lover," he snickered and reached out, "You all are mine! Parasitic Insects—" Though, before he could finish, Gaara reached out again, and closed his hand.

"Sand Implosion!" The leftover sand that was left scattered around the area suddenly dashed in towards Shino and surrounded him, then bending and breaking him until he fit into a small sand ball. "Release!" The sand then exploded, causing what was left of Shino to burst from it and fly everywhere. Gaara made a shield of sand protect us from the bloody shower as Kiba and I stared in awe. Gaara had some pretty inspiring jutsu.

"Now it's over," Kiba said, helping me up as Gaara was using his sand to swat at all of the parasitic insects that were leftover. Gaara then walked over to us, giving a final inspection of the area and then looking at us calmly.

"We got Naruto back!" Gaara yelled happily and yanked Kiba and I into a group hug. I couldn't help but laugh—Gaara's inside personality was always nice to see. Plus, he had a point—I was finally back with them… I was outside!

I took in a deep breath of air. It smelled so nice, so fresh, especially compared to the two plants that were practically rotting inside that concealed room. It made me realize how I took the smallest, simplest things for granted. Gaara let go of the group hug and tried to recollect his cool demeanor —though I was sure he'd lose it again. Kiba kept his right arm around my shoulders, holding me close to him. He smelled like dog (a clean dog, I'll admit, but a dog, still), which was a smell I was glad to smell again. Gaara smiled at us, then dropped it, remembering to keep cool.

"You two make a nice couple," Gaara smirked, "and, to think, Kiba tried so hard to get his little Naruto back… How sweet." Kiba blushed at Gaara's comment, looking up in embarrassment and scratching his cheek with his free hand.

"Well," he said, looking down at me and smiling, "there's not a thing I wouldn't do for him." He nuzzled my cheek, causing me to squint my eye and giggle a bit. "Naruto, my sweet little blonde!"

"Shut up, dog, you're making me blush," I joked, pushing Kiba to the side.

"Oh, is that how it is? After all I've done?" Kiba laughed and shoved me back playfully. His laugh reminded me of the good times we shared before. Our little 'rivalry' was always fun to argue about. Our disputes were always quickly settled by Kiba roughhousing me, though. Surely enough, he wrapped his arm around my neck and rubbed his other hand on the top of my head; I struggled and tried to push against him, but he only ended up pinning me against the ground. "Now, you know this is always how it ends."

"It's always nice to try," I giggled, "that, and it always makes me laugh when I feel your boner pressing against me like that." I said, grinding my own member against his a bit. "I just got back, and you're already feeling like this?" Kiba blushed heavily, letting me go and moving off me quickly.

"W-whatever… I can't help it! I get excited when I compete, too…"

"Oh, so this is a competition, now?"

"NO! But this is!" Kiba yelled, and, as I was standing up, he tackled me and pinned me against the ground again. "I can hold you down any which way I want~" he chimed, smiling at me with that goofy grin of his.

"Whatever, just let me up!" I said, tensing up a bit and squirming, trying to get him to move off. He smiled deviously, and then moved off me a bit, only to grab me and spin us both. He was now lying on the ground, and I was sitting on his lap. He managed to trap my legs under his, so I couldn't escape. I glared at him, making him only chuckle to himself.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," he said, though he bucked his hips a bit, pressing his member against my arse, then he stood up slowly, helping me up after.

"You'd think he'd be more on the romantic side now that he finally has you back, but leave it to Kiba to just get horny as soon as he gets you again…" Gaara cut in, shaking his head lightly. Kiba only smirked in response, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"Aw, Naruto, don't listen to him! He's just upset because he doesn't know how to choose 'em like I do!" Kiba grinned foolishly again, and Gaara raised an eyebrow at that.

"Sure, Shino was an ass, but I can just get back to Kankuro when I get home." Gaara had the perfect smug face after saying that, and it caused Kiba and I to laugh hysterically.

"Well now, Gaara, I see you have a few fetishes you've yet to tell me about!"

"No no, you've got to tell us about these fetishes, Gaara!" I chimed in, Kiba and I still laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, get it all out of your system."

It was nice to finally be back home again; everything was just as I left it. I didn't have too much time to enjoy it, though—Kiba and his family had arranged a funeral for Akamaru, which I was definitely going to attend to. It was sad, and we'll all miss him… but it must've been so tragic for Kiba. Kiba had grown up with Akamaru—they were practically brothers. It was even worse because all of Kiba's jutsus were based upon his cooperation with Akamaru. Akamaru dying like this… how could it even be considered?

Still though, there's no use mourning over it. Akamaru is hopefully happy where he is now, and that's all that matters, now. As well as that, Kiba was determined—and still is—that Akamaru is watching over him. It took a while, but Kiba finally got himself together and got his life back on track. Without Akamaru, he would have to take a break from being a Ninja, so he decided to take over his family's veterinarian service. He had managed the place really well, and he made a steady income off of it.

Today was Kiba's birthday, and he got a promotion from his parents—he became the manager, officially-speaking. Along with that, I had invited him to my place for an after-party gift.

"How much farther is it?" Kiba asked; he had a blindfold on and I was leading him to my room. I closed the door to my apartment, leading him on.

"It's just a little bit further!" I replied excitedly. To be honest, I was quite nervous. This was going to be the first time Kiba and I actually did it together, and I was glad that it was going to be special. I helped him onto my bed, he having his arms extended, trying to feel his way around.

"Is this it? Am I close?" Kiba asked, a little confused.

"Just wait a little longer!" I said, smiling foolishly. I quickly threw off my ninja clothes and simply put on a close-fitting pair of tighty-whities, with a small pair of orange shorts on after. I put on a spike collar that Kiba loved along with some black wristbands and anklets. I then crawled near Kiba on the bed, laying him down slowly and crawling over him.

"N…Naruto? What's going on?" Kiba asked, gulping from anxiety.

"I'll give you a big hint," I said, biting one of the ends of the blindfold and pulling, granting Kiba his vision again. He opened his eyes to see me in my get-up with the blindfold hanging out my mouth. I grinned childishly, dropping the bandanna on his shirt. "Let's get you into something a bit more comfortable, eh?" I tugged off his shirt slowly, my rump high in the air as I did, teasing him as best I could. He was in too much shock to respond, and simply watched the show I was performing.

I teased his nipple lightly with my tongue as I pulled his shirt off, then tugged it past his head and threw it on the floor. I kissed him strong, letting his tongue invade my mouth—a dominance issue that he loved to participate in—only to back away shortly after, kissing his neck, then his collarbone, and down to his nipple again. I kissed his ribs, then down to his belly, then just above his pelvic area. He blushed lightly and nodded me on.

I unzipped his pants with my teeth, tugging at the bottom with my hands. I pulled them down until I had a good view of his boxers, then sucking on his already beating erection through the fabric. He moaned lightly, which I took as my cue to continue.

I grabbed the top of his boxers, pulling them down until his boyhood bounced from his pubic hairs, greeting my kindly. I licked from the bottom of his shaft to the top of his head, trying to get as many cries for "more" as I could. I sucked on the side of his cock near the bottom, getting a good whiff of his pubes—which simply smelled erotic, to the say the least—then getting a good mouthful of his orbs, causing him to throw his head back in delight.

"Oh, god, Naruto…" I smiled, knowing that I was doing well so far, and then moved up to the head of his cock, getting ready to get the real show started. I started simply with the head, sucking lightly, to tease him more. I then lowered more and more, slowly driving him insane from waiting. He moved his hands to my hair, gripping it harshly and trying to guide me himself—which I only let happen since it was his birthday. I simply sucked his cock, pressing it against the roof of my mouth and applying pressure, while he motioned me up and down. He soon started to sway his hips with the motions, too. I was glad he was getting into it—it'd be a damn shame if he wasn't enjoying this. Though, it wouldn't matter too much, because regardless of whether or not he was enjoying himself, I was certainly having a ball.

He pulled me all the way off his cock, which surprised me since I was waiting for his first climax there, but I could tell that the blowjob added to my enticing outfit was only making him want one thing. I turned away from him and bended over, waving my rump excitedly and smiling back at him. He licked his lips and approached me cautiously, grabbing my ass firmly. I whimpered a bit, showing just how soft I really was. He laughed and tugged at my shorts, pulling them down with the teasing underwear I had put on. He threw them onto the floor with his own boxers, and placed his cock right at my entrance.

"You ready for this? Really?" he asked, double-checking that he had my permission.

"Yes, Kiba, I'm giving in to you now! I acquiesce my rights… right now, I'm your plaything!" I agreed, my words obviously turning him on more.

"Alright… It's going to hurt, and even more so since there's no lube…" He pushed in slowly, but still painfully, causing me to squint my eyes and grab the sheets tightly in my hands. He fit the head in, asking to make sure I was doing alright. I panted and smiled at him, trying to reassure him, but the pain was my main focus, so I wasn't too convincing. Kiba looked concerned, but he figured he'd go along with it, and pushed the rest of his cock in slowly. I moaned into the bed, trying to muffle my pains, but I was mostly distracted by how nice it felt to feel Kiba's skin pressed against mine like it was at that moment, and how full I felt with him inside, like I was missing him all along.

He pulled back slowly, sliding his cock against the walls against my ass, causing me to moan in pleasure. I felt a strong sense of languor in my knees—my legs were giving way, but I had to stand strong. Not only was I doing this for Kiba, but the pleasure was just too damn great—I couldn't just give it up! Kiba pushed back in at the same pace, trying to allow me to adjust to his length before he got serious, but I wasn't too focused on getting it in right, right now I was horny, and I basically just wanted it in. I might've slightly moved unconsciously to get at a better angle, but I didn't care if he slammed into whatever—I just wanted to feel Kiba inside me more!

It didn't take too long for Kiba to quicken his pace, and soon he was slamming inside me, growling an intense roar and—as expected—humping doggy style. His chest was pressed firmly against my back, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body fiercely. Our sweat would only end up making more lube, so I wasn't too concerned. I unconsciously shivered as he licked from the top of my spine to the top of my neck; a sensation I was obviously not used to. He then lapped at my neck a bit before biting into it, causing me to cry out in pain.

"Ow, Kiba! What're you doing!" He didn't respond, he only sunk his teeth in harder, pounding to his heart's content. I could only assume this was something he picked up from his clan—probably something to do with his canine nature. I couldn't complain too much, though, because the jolt of pain mixed in with the insane pleasure of his fierce humps caused me to cum extravagantly. I panted heavily, my pulse, now strengthened due to my release, causing my ass to squeeze around Kiba's cock, practically choking it. I moaned as I felt his first load fill my rear, the lukewarm liquid making a strange feeling in comparison to the heated room. I could feel Kiba begin to rest his weight on me, obviously tuckered out. To my surprise, however, he began thrusting again.

"No… not yet," he muttered, regaining his composure.

"Kiba? If you're tired… it's okay to stop." I turned my head slightly and looked back at him, but I couldn't see his eyes through his hair.

"No… not until the scent is there…" He then began to fiercely pound again, barely giving me any time to prepare. I hadn't a clue what he was talking about, but I assumed there wasn't any arguing with it. Kiba ended up making me cum six more times, while he only came three more times himself.

I collapsed on my back, panting heavily, Kiba flat on my stomach. His eyelids were drooping shut. Just before he fell asleep, I heard him sniff harshly, followed by a sigh of joy. I rested my hand on his head and smiled down at him. I then looked up at the ceiling and simply thought for a bit. It felt nice to be with Kiba like this again. We were so connected that being apart from him just felt wrong, and now I have him again. I smiled again, knowing that no matter what, we were in love, and no one could take that from us.

::/ Kiba \::

I was quite surprised with the 'gift' that Naruto had given me for my birthday. I had fantasized about it many times before, but I never actually thought that he would give in to it. It was nice, and it made me feel even closer to him than we ever were before. Despite this, though, I couldn't help but feel that he didn't belong to me; it was as if I was touching someone else's property. The thought drove me insane because I knew that Naruto was mine—I knew that he would never leave me—our love was way too strong.

The thought caused me to mark Naruto as mine by sinking my teeth into his neck, a tradition my clan occasionally commemorated. It was obvious that it hurt him, but I had hoped it would make me feel better—it didn't. I tried again cumming over and over, trying to get my scent on him. I figured if he smelled like me, he technically would be mine. After I had finally collapsed on his stomach, I sniffed him heavily and smelled a lighter version of my own scent—one also marked with something a little lighter, more innocent. It was then that it hit me, the epiphany calming my nerves and allowing me to sleep with a smile on my face.

It doesn't matter where Naruto is, if he's kidnapped or sitting in my room, Naruto will never 'be mine'. He is his own person, and he always will be. Despite that, though, we're in love, and that doesn't mean that anyone has ownership over another—it means that we care for each other, and sometimes it's best not to take that too far. Realizing it made me feel more mature, and I felt like Naruto and I were truly connected. I murmured a commonly used phrase, one perhaps too used, but I meant it with all my heart. Sadly, I don't think Naruto heard me, but that doesn't matter too much to me—I know that, even if I never actually said it, he would know that it was true.

"I love you."