Title: Addicting Scent

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything Naruto related.

A/N: So, it's been forever since Chapter 2. But, I was distracted by another story that busted into my mind and just wouldn't get the eff back out so I've been crazily writing it. And so, this sort of faded into the background 'cause I'd never really intended to go far with this in the first place. But I feel as if I owe all you amazing reviewers something, so I finally got my ass in gear and wrote another chapter. I find this chapter oddly amusing, and sickly sweet. I just can't get over the fact that I absolutely adore a flustered and annoyed Shikamaru. But, anyways, here it is – Leave a review, and let me know what you think.

Chapter Three: The Awkwardness of Youth

Shikamaru annoyingly batted against whatever was tickling the side of his neck, his mind supplying that it was slowly drawing him from his deep sleep. And he wasn't quite ready to be pulled away from that sweetly blissful place; he enjoyed his sleep far too much for that. He found himself almost immediately annoyed, that a few short seconds after batting away the object it was back once again. Sighing at the troublesome-ness of the world, he attempted to roll over only to realize he was pinned down somehow, by something that was increasingly hot as his mind continued to draw closer to the surface. Brow furrowing Shikamaru sighed, before slowly cracking an eye open, squinting suddenly against the brightness he wasn't expecting. Why is it so bright, how troublesome Shikamaru complained, trying to remember why he would have forgotten to pull his window shades shut. He'd never forgotten before, his nightly ritual was so ingrained into his mind he usually performed it practically on auto-pilot these days.

Shikamaru cursed under his breath as he once again failed to dislodge himself from whatever was pinning him down. He tilted his head to the side, only to be met with a mass of messy brown hair that instantly lodged itself within Shikamaru's open mouth. Sputtering Shikamaru turned his head away, groaning as the bothersome heavy mass spreading across half of his body moved. What in the world, Shikamaru shook his head trying to clear the sleep from his bemused brain. He was instantly bombarded with images of rough hands, sharp teeth and piercingly animalistic eyes. Shikamaru's entire body tensed from head to toe, as he recalled exactly what had happened last night, what was pinning him down and why the light was so oddly bright. He wasn't in his room, and he was currently being half smothered by Kiba's body, which was now even more uncomfortably hot against his bare skin. His whole body twitched and flexed with the urge to move so suddenly he had to keep himself from trashing about beneath the unwanted weight of Kiba.

Shikamaru squeaked in the most unmanly fashion as he realized just how bare the body pressed tightly against his was, as well as his own as he took a peak underneath the sheet thrown haphazardly across their bodies. He felt the sudden and unexplainable panic rising up almost instantly and he fought against the urge to shove Kiba away and run for his life. His heart was pounding loudly and viciously within his chest, and he settled his free hand over it, in a lame attempt to calm his racing nerves. Getting overly worked up would get him nowhere, he needed to settle down and think about the situation logically. It really wasn't that big of a deal, right? Hell, who am I kidding! Shikamaru tried yet again to wiggle his arm from beneath Kiba's body, huffing with effort as it wouldn't even budge an inch.

Figures that Kiba would be the world's deepest sleeper also, though Shikamaru wasn't exactly sure he was prepared for Kiba to wake up yet anyways. He just wanted to get his limps free and scurrying away from this overheated and stuffy bedroom as fast as possible. Shikamaru lay staring at the ceiling for a few moments, still trying to debate how he was going to get out of here, when he was brought from his musings by a wet lick to his free hand that had flopped over the side of the bed as he'd given up on his escape. Jumping slightly Shikamaru frowned, before peering over the side of the bed. Akamaru yipped at him playfully, tongue licking his hand again, as the small puppy's tail wagged happily.

Akamaru barked loudly and happily as he noticed Shikamaru paying attention to him, causing the boy to frown and shush the loud dog almost instantly. Shikamaru peered back at Kiba, noting that the boy was still dead to the world. Shikamaru glared at Akamaru, as the dog once again barked loudly, before he started to run around the room. Shikamaru winced as the noise of Akamaru's nails clicking across the wood floor seemed extra loud within the silence of Kiba's bedroom. Shikamaru felt his face flush suddenly remembering that Akamaru had been there last night, and all through the night, and when – Oh god. Shikamaru groaned, smacking his face as he frowned harshly.

"Akamaru! Quiet," Shikamaru whispered forcefully, though it came out as a muffled mess from beneath his hand. Akamaru seemed to enjoy annoying Shikamaru, because he continued to get louder and louder. Shikamaru winced again, as Kiba groaned and wiggled against his side. "Akamaru, stop it." Shikamaru bit out more forcefully than his previous whisper, glaring from beneath his hand as the small dog seemed to dance and bound around the room, almost mocking Shikamaru. Shikamaru decided instantly he'd never been more annoyed in his life, than he was with that damn dog currently.

"Give it up Shika, he won't stop till I let him out." Kiba groaned, his voice deep with sleep as he buried his face against Shikamaru's neck and nuzzled slightly. Shikamaru's reaction was instant, as he froze his body tensing and flexing repeatedly under Kiba's. Kiba noticed immediately, pulling back from the boy beneath him a puzzled expression marring his face. Shikamaru flushed, and turned his head away staring at the wall across the room as if it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Shikamaru muttered after a few moments, proud that his voice sounded even and almost as bored as usual. Though he knew there was no way he could actually fool Kiba, not with how close he was and how well his nose could pick up on emotions through scent.

"You're lying," Kiba said, his voice forceful and harsh, his breath hot against the side of Shikamaru's still turned face. Shikamaru winced at the pure accusing tone of Kiba's voice, sighing to himself before relaxing into the bed, knowing there was no way of avoiding this talk. Shikamaru rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. "You're worried, but I don't understand why."

"Yeah," Shikamaru sighed yet again, what a troublesome boy. Giving up he turned his head to look up at Kiba, whose face was still hovering uncomfortably close. "I don't know what happens now."

"What do you mean?" Kiba questioned, and Shikamaru couldn't help but find the way his head tilted to the side adorably attractive.

"I mean, that we had – Er, well we" Shikamaru stuttered, and felt complete mortification at the fact that he could feel his entire face bloom with color. Kiba really was no good for his lackadaisically apathetic image. Shikamaru felt like a lousy girl as he stuttered and blushed, cursing himself colorfully in his head Shikamaru just gave up and closed his mouth forcefully, his teeth clanking together loud enough to hear.

"Had sex," Kiba finished for the blushing boy, humor lighting up his face. Shikamaru glared, before rolling his eyes as a roguish grin spread across Kiba's features. Kiba was always a confident, proud and overly troublesome kid, it would seem he'd grown up to be a confident, proud and still overly troublesome teen as well.

"Yes, that. And now we just, do what," Shikamaru asked slowly, and Kiba found the lazy boy's perplexed face oddly endearing. Shikamaru didn't have a plan for once, he hadn't thought out the possibilities last night because for the first time in his life he'd reacted on pure instinct. Kiba had never seen Shikamaru puzzled, or confused for as long as he'd known the overly intelligent boy, and he couldn't help but enjoy this unknown side of the flustered boy that was still beneath him. Shikamaru had always been the first one to know and figure everything out, even when the damn boy wasn't trying he was still much smarter than Kiba could ever hope to become. Wanting to see how flustered he could make the boy, Kiba shifted his hips just enough to bring them to Shikamaru's attention, but not enough that it would seem deliberate. Shikamaru's body tensed and the arched upwards, causing Kiba to chuckle as he watched Shikamaru stare up at him in shock.

"We don't have to do anything," Kiba said slowly, enjoying the blush that Shikamaru's face was painted in, but not really all that sure what Shikamaru's question has been implying. Shikamaru looked at Kiba in frustration, as he tried to sort through the mess of emotions that were currently clouding his mind. He felt like he was completely out of his element, and that was probably true. Shikamaru felt entirely out of control here, in Kiba's bed, underneath Kiba's body, surrounded by an environment that plainly screamed with Kiba's presence everywhere he looked.

"Okay," Shikamaru said lamely, and struggled with the urge to smack himself in the face. Kiba looked down at the slim body beneath him with narrowed eyes.

"Shika," Kiba started slowly. Shikamaru tilted his head back further, so he could see Kiba better. "You don't regret what happened, do you?"

"Of course not, you oaf," Shikamaru had answered so quickly and easily, with his annoyance clearly written across his face, that Kiba knew instantly the boy wasn't lying to him.

"I'm not an oaf, you lazy bastard." Kiba said, smile lighting up his face and Shikamaru melted into the bed. "And I wanted you here, still want you here. Exactly where you are, until you can no longer put up with me." Kiba smirked slowly, leaning down to nip at Shikamaru's lips lightly, allowing him time to comprehend what he'd just said. Kiba may be a little on the slow side intellectually, but he was pro at reading emotions and understanding scents. And he'd known almost instantly upon waking that Shikamaru had probably been up for a while, thinking of a way to disappear before he had to deal with the possible rejection or humiliation he'd been expecting.

"Good," Shikamaru said slowly against Kiba's lips, allowing himself to be pulled into strong arms as Kiba rolled onto his back. Shikamaru huffed in annoyance as Kiba merely smiled up at him, leaning his head back and enjoying the feel of Shikamaru's body flush against his own. Shikamaru blushed lightly, before scowling. "Troublesome."

Kiba's boisterous laugh filled the room, and Shikamaru buried his face into the hot skin of Kiba's neck as he smiled softly to himself. Kiba wrapped his arms tighter around Shikamaru, pulling him even closer and pressing a soft kiss against the smaller boy's temple. Akamaru growled suddenly, jumping onto Shikamaru's bare back causing the boy to grimace as nails dug into his back slightly.

"Akamaru," Kiba growled back. "Get down, now." Akamaru stood his ground defiantly and Shikamaru fought down the urge to sit up and fling the dog off his back. It didn't really hurt all that much just a slight bite of nail into his back, but his body felt oddly tender from head to toe and so the feeling seemed to continue to magnify the longer the dog stayed. Shikamaru whimpered softly before he could stop the sound, as Akamaru moved and his nails seemed to dig purposely further into tender skin.

Kiba's reaction was instant, as he leaned up pushing Shikamaru along with him causing Akamaru to lose his footing as he slid to the bed. Akamaru barked angrily, and Kiba shot him a sharp look. Shikamaru sighed, and rolled his shoulders slowly. Kiba rubbed a soothing hand down the length of his back, fingers covered with a little chakra which caused Shikamaru's muscles to relax almost instantly as he fell forward into Kiba's arms. Kiba chuckled against his ear, before softly rolling Shikamaru over.

"I need to take him for a walk, he's restless. Stay here, go back to sleep, okay?" Kiba asked, as he softly tucked Shikamaru back under the covers. Shikamaru yawned, and simply nodded because his body was humming in relaxation that had come so suddenly it left him feeling extremely exhausted. "You're going to wake up sore, since you're mind will no longer be running a mile a minute with trivial worrie. So, if you wake up and I'm not around, I don't want you attempting to get out of the bed, okay?"

Shikamaru hummed in agreement, mouth slack as Kiba leaned down to kiss him languidly. Kiba chuckled again, before sliding over Shikamaru's body with ease and set about dressing himself quickly. Akamaru barked loudly, bounding around his feet, nearly tripping him a few times. He made his way to the window, pulling the shades closed sharply. The excited dog finally quieted slightly as Kiba made his way towards his bedroom door. He turned back at the door smiling softly as he noticed that Shikamaru was already asleep again. Shaking his head in amusement, he softly shut the door behind him with a happy chuckle.