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"K-Kiba-kun, Shino-kun," Hinata stammered, "I have really big n-news."

"What, Hinata?" I grinned. She blushed and turned a foot shyly.

"W-well, I wanted to tell you guys first, before anyone else," she said, "Because you're so important to me..."

"We are listening," Shino said. I nodded. She smiled.

"Neji-niisan and I are getting married." I glanced at Shino.

"Congratulations," he said, "May you both share great happiness and prosperity."

I snorted. "That sucks. Neji's such an ass."

Hinata looked away, shrugging her shoulders up to her ears.

"That is not something one says of another's fianc¨¦," Shino reprimanded. I stuck my tongue out at him. Hinata offered another smile, and I noticed it looked just a little more faded and worse for the wear than usual.

"Thank you, Shino-kun."

I guess I shoulda been more tactful.

"Well, I h-have to go," Hinata announced, turning, "I just wanted to tell you th-that."

"All right," I said, waving back, "We'll see ya 'round. And I better be invited to your wedding!"

She laughed, "Of course! And Shino-kun, too."

Then she was out of sight. I turned to Shino and studied him. For a long time, he didn't react.

Finally; "Yes, Kiba?"

I looked a little longer. "You're like Hinata, aren't you?"

"I do not understand," he said, "I thought you knew I was male?"

I chuckled, "No, no. Not that. I mean, like, you're going to be clan leader, right?"

"It would appear so," he nodded.

"Are you going to be forced into an arranged marriage?"

He considered it. "That is highly probable."

I wrinkled my nose in distaste. "That's not really fair to you. What if you don¡¯t even like her?"

"I will learn to tolerate her," he told me.

"That's absurd," I said, "If you don't like someone, you don¡¯t like them. Simple as that."

Shino didn't say anything. I peered at him.

"But if you like someone, then you like them," I continued lightly, watching his reaction, "There's nothing you can do about it."

He looked at me. I think we were both holding our breath.

I know I was.

"Do you know who I like?"

He thought about it. "Ino?"

"Ew, no! Ino's too... Ino. Anyways, I don't do blondes. Guess again."

"Hinata-sama?"

"No! She's like... a sister, or something."

"Tenten?"

"Nope."

"Kurenai?"

"Are you crazy? She's, like... ages older than me! And bitchy to boot."

"I'm running out of women who are not blonde."

I sighed; he frowned.

"Is it a woman?"

I grinned, tilting my head coyly. His eyebrows drew further down.

"Shikamaru?"

"Too lazy."

"Neji?"

"To full of himself."

"Lee?"

"That's messed up."

"Chouji?"

"C'mon man, me 'n him are friends!"

"I am running out of men..."

"Idiot," I muttered, "I like you!"

He blinked.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

After a moment. "Am I not your friend?"

"What?"

"You said you didn't like Chouji because you were friends with him," he repeated, "Am I not your friend?"

"Oh," I scratched a cheek, "You're... different. I dunno."

His brow, what I could see of it, creased in thought.

"Just... nevermind," I sighed. If he thought anything- good or bad- of me liking him, he did a good job of hiding it. He began walking away, having assumed our conversation ended there.

I wasn¡¯t ready to drop it and jogged after him. "So... who do you like?"

He glanced at me from the corner of the eye. "I do not like anyone."

I pouted; "Not even me?"

"In a platonic way, yes."

I frowned, "Well, that sucks."

"You do not wish to be my friend?" He sounded a little hurt.

"No. I want to be your boyfriend."

He stopped, turned to me, fixed me with a look. "That can't work, Kiba. You know that."

I shrugged. "Yeah, it can. We'll find a way."

"No. This is not a we."

"Come on, if you can't even handle a relationship with someone you already know, how can you possible expect to handle one with someone you've never met before? Do you really want to have your first relationship with someone you don't even know?"

"I won't know until I've tried."

"It'll be too late by then!" I stomped my foot.

"Then it will be my loss."

"What about me? What about my loss?" I whimpered, "I love you, Shino! Give me a try."

"I still do not think it would work."

"We'll make it work."

"I don't-"

"Yes! Just give it a try," I begged, "Please? For me?"

He looked at me skeptically.

"Fine."

- - -

Two months later found me sneaking into his room with the first rays of sunlight.

"Kiba?" He gave me a quizzical look, in the middle of dressing. I grinned and watched as he tucked his mesh shirt into his pants and reached for his jacket, a little disappointed that I'd missed the best part of the show. "What are you doing here?"

"Huh?" I snapped out of my reverie, "Oh, right. Akamaru's pups were born last night. I thought I should tell you."

He nodded, tying his hitai-ate. "Good for him. I assume they were all healthy?"

I sprawled out on his bed, "Yup. He wants to stay with them for a while, so no training for me. I'm on vacation."

"Won't you get bored?"

"Not with you around," I drawled, twisting in his sheets sensually. He watched me for a moment, unaffected, before sighing and turning away. The door to his room opened, me in the middle of my doings on his bed, revealing his dad. I sat up very quickly.

"Hi, Shino's dad!" I greeted, trying to look innocent. Shino shot me a look that said I should have kept my mouth shut.

"Good morning," Shino said to his dad.

"Yes, a good one indeed," Shibi answered, still staring at me. I began to fidget, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny. It was quiet for a long time. "What is the Inuzuka doing in your... room."

He was about to say bed... ha!

Shino's weight shifted from his right foot to his left; "I asked him to wake me up early today."

"What for?"

He hesitated. "His... Akamaru's pups were born last night. I wanted to know when it happened."

"Ah," Shino's dad said a little distantly, "I assume you will want to go see them, then, instead of training with me today."

"Yes."

"Then I will leave you," Shibi said, and left. Shino slid the door shut behind him, turning to glare at me.

I grinned sheepishly; "So... you wanna see 'Kamaru's pups, or not?"

"Not particularly, but I have no choice now."

I frowned. "Hey look, 'm sorry about you missin' your training with your dad. I know it's important to you and stuff, and-"

"It's not that," he brushed past me, stooping to tug on his sandals, "I've never lied to my father before."

"Oh," I said.

"It is immoral. I did not enjoy it."

I was going to answer, but he got up and walked off the back porch; "Are they cute?"

"Huh?"

"Akamaru's pups."

"Oh! Of course they are," I laughed, following.

- - -

Someone was fumbling with the lock on my window. I sat up, blearily rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Whoz'at?" I mumbled, slipping out of bed and stumbling across my room. My eyes widened. "Shino!"

I unlatched the window and threw it open. He crawled in and I shut the window again. "What're you doin' here?"

"I'm not entirely sure," he admitted, looking around. It wasn't as if he hadn't been in my room, though it was messier than usual at the moment, but he scanned everything as if he had never seen it before.

I don't think my room looks that different in the moonlight than in the sunlight.

"Okay, then," I said, "Um, you can sit on the bed, I don't mind."

He sat and I pulled up my desk chair and sat in it backwards, looking at him. He didn't look at me, just straight ahead at my bookshelf. I grinned.

"You didn't tell your dad you left, did you?"

"He would not have allowed it," Shino answered. I chuckled.

"I know. Ma never lets me outta the house at night, either."

Shino looked at me. "But you are always out at night."

I shrugged, examining the nails on one hand. "Yeah. So?"

He frowned and looked away, choosing not to answer me.

"Akamaru's pups are growing large," he chose to say, instead.

I chewed on a nail a bit to smooth out a rough edge and returned to studying Shino's face.

"Mhmm, sure are. Do you wear those glasses all the time?" I asked, "Even at night?"

"Not all the time," he said. I nodded.

"Yeah, I figured. But you wear them all the time around me."

"It's not just you."

"Has anyone ever seen your eyes?"

"Not in a long time."

"Can I?"

"I would rather not."

"Please?"

He sighed, "Maybe some other time, Kiba?"

I thought about it. He was promising me, I realized, that I would get to see them eventually, just not now.

I could wait a while.

- - -

I knocked confidently on the door to the Aburame residence. My boyfriend of six and a half month's residence.

His dad answered.

"Hey, Shino's dad!" I exclaimed with a grin. Shino's dad glared down at me as Shino appeared in the hall behind him. I peered around Shibi and waved to Shino, still grinning.

"Good evening," he said. I nodded.

"Yup! Same to you," I answered, "Can I talk to Shino?"

"I'm here," Shino said. Shino's dad looked down at him.

"Ready to go?" I asked, and Shino's dad looked back at me.

"I am ready," Shino replied.

"Where are you going?" Shino's dad asked. I quirked an eyebrow. Shino had not told his dad?

"We're going-"

"To Hinata-sama's. Hyuuga-san is away on a mission and she said she would appreciate the company," Shino supplied.

"Huh?" I gaped.

Shino's dad studied him for a moment, then sighed and walked away, shaking his head.

Shino looked at me, "Very convincing, Kiba."

I didn't have anything to say to that.

Shino led the way, but I greeted everyone when we reached our destination- Shikamaru's place. It was a celebration, as the last of us had finally reached drinking age. There was always a celebration for when one of the rookie nine could drink (legally), though Shino had flatly refused to come to mine about five months ago.

But I'd convinced him I needed a drinking buddy, and he'd been convinced he was not going to let me stumbled home smashed again, because last time it had turned into a disaster.

I don't really remember what happened, but I figure he's got it right.

"Hey, Naruto!" I hailed my blonde friend as we entered, kicking my shoes off into the pile of others. Naruto grinned and waved back. "Shikamaru, Chouji, Ino, Tenten, Lee."

They all waved back, bouncing back various replies. I took a seat on the foot of the recliner, leaving room for Shino, across from the two couples- Chouji and Ino, and Tenten and Lee. Sakura and Neji were away on missions, leaving Naruto and Shikamaru, respectively, partner-less. Hinata was the one we were celebrating for, but she couldn't be there 'cuz she was pregnant and had never been interested in drinking anyways.

We were celebrating for her, either way. An excuse to drink was an excuse to drink.

"Alright! So where's the liquor?" I exclaimed, clapping my hands. Shikamaru muttered and wandered to the kitchen. I grinned up at Shino.

"You gunna have anything, bug freak?"

"I don't drink, Kiba. You know that it goes against my morals."

I shrugged, "Whatever. You're totally missing out."

Shikamaru returned with the sake and beer. I gladly took my shot glass.

"You sure you don't want any?" I badgered Shino, waving it in front of his face. His eyes followed the glass.

"I'm sure."

"Suit yourself," I said, downing it.

"I have an idea!" Lee exclaimed, cheeks already stained a brilliant red. Tenten skillfully snatched his mostly-full beer can from him and set it on the coffee table as far away from Lee as possible. He was getting better at it, but Lee still couldn't hold his liquor too well.

"Let's play strip poker!" he exclaimed, "I will defeat my eternal rival, Neji, this time! If not, I will do a thousand pushups!"

"Neji is not here," Shino told him.

"You don't say?" Lee shouted, "Then I will challenge you, Aburame-san! If I do not win, I will do a thousand more pushups!"

I laughed, "That's insane! Shino would win by default- he's got more layers than you."

"That is irrelevant, Kiba," Shino said, "I will not play strip poker."

"Awe, come on! It's fun," I prodded him, "Ne, Shikamaru, you got any cards?"

"Why do I always have to get everything?" he muttered, but Naruto saved him the trouble by whipping out a deck of cards.

"Don't worry! I have a cards," he chirped, spilling a little beer on himself, "Let's play strip poker!"

I swear, that boy drinks beer faster than he eats ramen. And that's saying something.

Shino backed away, but I grabbed his wrist.

"Oh no you don't," I smirked, "You're playing with us."

I dragged him into the circled that formed around the coffee table as Naruto dealt out the cards. Shino shifted uncomfortably by my side and I glanced at his cards.

"Stop cheating, Kiba."

"Then call back whatever kikai you sent out," I countered. He scowled behind his collar, but recalled whatever bugs he'd sent. I grinned.

"Gotcha," I whispered, "And I know what your hand is!"

"I know yours," Shino answered.

"Yeah, but mine is better than yours."

Shino fidgeted again.

Two rounds later, the cards went down and Shino struggled to pull off his last layer before the mesh shirt. I grinned and got a face-full of sweater. I tossed it aside, laughing as Shino's knuckles turned white, gripping the cloth of his pants. I offered him a glass of sake again, and without thinking, he swiped it away from me and downed it in one gulp.

The expression on his face as he swallowed was priceless, and the cup made a dull thudding sound as he slammed it back on the table.

We picked up our new hands and Tenten refilled the cup.

By the end of the night I was without jacket or shirt, and Shino wore less. His exposed mouth twitched comically with intoxication as I tried to help him stagger home when I myself was staggering. In the chilly December air, our lack of clothing caused us to shiver.

As a rule, the host of the party got to keep the clothes until he or she felt like giving them back, and not necessarily to their rightful owners. God knows who would end up with my coat by the end of the week... tracking it down would be a pain in the ass.

Shino began to nod off.

"Shi', 'hino," I slurred, sagging under his weight, "Don¡¯ fall 'sleep n'me! Tha's not fair. I'm tir'd, too!"

"Shut up," he breathed, eyes drifting closed. I growled, but got no rise. Seeing double myself, I dropped him on the next bench we passed, flopping down next to him.

He began to nod off again, his head slipping onto my shoulder.

Curious and drunk, it seemed like a good idea, at the time, to remove his glasses.

The next morning, I couldn't remember what his eyes looked like, only that he'd been angry with me. The next morning, he couldn't remember a thing, except that he'd lost all his clothes playing strip poker and getting drunk.

He wouldn't let me walk him home.

- - -

Eight months into our relationship, I discovered a hidden lake and had been toying with the idea of taking Shino to it for about a week. I was just about to slip out one night to take a swim, when he slipped in.

"Hey," I whispered, smiling, "Wanna see something great?"

"What is it?" he asked. I shrugged and dodged out the window. He followed me.

I led him to the lake.

"What do ya think?" I asked, presenting it to him proudly, "I found it myself!"

"Pristine," he answered, surveying it.

I nodded. "Yup! I was just going to take a swim. You wanna join me?"

He watched me shed my jacket. "No."

"Awe come, on, it'll be fun!" My mesh undershirt when next.

"No."

I kicked off my shoes.

"You're missing out, bug freak."

"That is a matter of opinion."

I shrugged, undoing the clasp of my pants and letting them pool around my ankles. Shino didn't turn away, but behind the glasses I saw his eyes focus on a tree over my left shoulder.

"Your loss," I said, untying my hitai-ate. "It's a good stress reliever."

He glanced at me at the same time I pulled my boxers off. If it weren't a moonless night, I'm sure I would have been able to see a faint blush on his cheeks. Damn.

"Is it?" he asked, eyes lingering just a little longer than decent on me before he looked away.

"Yeah," I said, wading into the water. I shivered a little, as the weather was still cold and it was not a hot spring.

"You're going to swim naked?" he asked.

"Of course I am," I said, "Clothes just get heavy and make it hard to move. Besides, I need something dry to go back home in, don't I?"

Shino considered it; "True."

"Are you going to join me, or not?"

I got in up to my waist and dunked my head, surfacing far enough away that my feet didn't touch the floor anymore. I floated on my back lazily, watching the stars. Shino fingered the hem of his jacket, watching me.

"No," he finally decided, letting go of his jacket. I frowned, turning over to paddle around.

"The water's real nice," I reminded him, "Relaxing, too. You could use some relaxing, Shino. You're too uptight."

"Am I?" He almost sounded amused.

I went with it. "Hell yeah."

"How so?"

"Well, for starters, you refuse to swim, even though you know you want to."

"As you said, I would need something dry to go in."

"Just take everything off."

"That would be indecent."

"You callin' me indecent, bug freak?"

"No. You are," he paused. "You live by a different set of standards."

I laughed. "Bullshit," I swam over and splashed him. He scowled at me.

"Better take that off so it can dry," I taunted, paddling away, "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

After a moment's indecision, he tore his jacket off, shrugging uncomfortably in his mesh undershirt. I smiled to myself, floating calmly around the lake.

"Since you're already mostly there..." I prompted.

"I'm not swimming."

"Awe, come on! You're already outta your jacket. That mesh shirt hardly counts as anything," I whined.

"As I said, it would be inde-"

"There's no-one around to see you," I pouted, "And I've already seen you, on missions, so what's it matter?"

"I-"

"C'mon!"

"N-"

"Shii-ino!" I whined.

Quiet.

Then he carefully removed his mesh shirt, folding it and setting it on a rock near my pile of clothes. He toed off his shoes, set them next to the rock, and slipped out of his pants, adding them to his shirt. I watched as he hesitated, then took off his boxers, laying them on top.

I tried not to stare, but it wasn't like I could see much anyways, there was so little light out.

Curse the moon.

- - -

"Hey Shino," I was sprawled out on his bed one night, flipping through a rather dull book on insects that I pulled from his shelf, "Do you know how long we've been together now?"

He thought about it. "A year, correct?"

I nodded. "Yup!"

He sighed and I closed the book, traipsing over to the shelf by his desk to put it back. He didn't glance at me. I wrapped my arms around him from behind kissing the nape of his neck. He bristled.

"A whole fucking year," I whispered huskily into his ear. "Amazing, isn't it?"

"It doesn't feel any different to me," he admitted. I smiled lazily, letting my hands slide down his chest. I both felt and heard him gasp, his back arching.

"Tell me that doesn't feel any different," I breathed. He struggled to control his breathing as I leaned further into him, my hands traveling farther down his torso, nearing the hem of his pants.

I had been making advances like this for months, but this was the first time he hadn't pushed me away and said no, that it was immoral to have sex before marriage, which would never happen for us.

I smirked when he didn't answer me, but rather made a small, choked sound when I slipped the tips of my fingers beneath the band of his pants. His hips arched forward, and the chair scooted back rather loudly, but I stopped him from standing, nuzzling his neck as I splayed my fingers out over his groin. He gasped, shivering at the touches, and I nipped lightly at his jaw.

Carefully, I slipped a hand into his boxers, ghosting a finger along the length of his hardening cock. I could feel the vibrations in his throat, but he clamped his teeth down on the moan. I chuckled, stroking him again. He gripped the sides of the chair until his knuckles turned white. I turned my head to the side, kissing his cheek, continuing to tease him.

He turned his face to mine and I caught his lips, simultaneously wrapping my hand loosely around his erection. He gasped, arching into the touch, slipping just a notch lower in his chair to where I could lean over the chair, kissing him. Slowly, I pumped, tracing nonsense with my free hand on his thigh, through the cloth of his boxers. His lips parted, expecting me to use tongue like I usually did whenever I managed to steal a kiss from him.

Instead, I pulled away, letting my fingers run over the tip of his cock a fraction of a moment longer before removing my hands from his pants. I stepped back, bringing my fingers, slicked with precum, to my lips. I smeared a little over my bottom lip before dipping them into my mouth, groaning softly and sliding my other hand slowly down my stomach to my pants.

In a moment, the chair was toppled over and my hand pulled from my mouth, replaced with his own lips. I smirked, pressing our hips together. We stumbled backward to the bed, toppling onto the already tangled sheets. His hand covered mine, already in my pants, and helped me stroke myself.

He moved on to my neck, biting it not roughly, but not tenderly. I moaned tangling my free hand in his hair. I wrestled my hand out of my pants and wound it around his waist. He frowned, but continued stroking my cock. I moaned louder, fumbling with his mesh shirt, tucked in to his pants, trying to pull it free.

With a sound of annoyance, he pulled away long enough to shrug out of the shirt, dropping it off the side of the bed. I squirmed out of mine and tossed it somewhere. I sat up to meet him and our lips crashed together, me allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. I fumbled with his pants, trying to get them off.

He let me, so I pulled mine off, too.

He stopped, blinking down.

"You weren't wearing boxers?"

"Nope," I answered, swiftly tugging his off. He hissed as his erection was exposed to the night air, hands unconsciously fisting my hair. I winced a little, but smiled up at him coyly. "You don't have any lubricant, do you?"

"Possibly," he said, getting up. I leaned back on my elbows, spreading my legs as he headed to the bathroom. He returned with a jar of oil and tossed it to me.

"Will this work?" he asked.

"Yup," I answered, unscrewing it, "I'm pretty sure, anyways."

"What?" he asked, but I dipped my fingers in and, setting the bottle on the nightstand, pulled him over me, running my oiled fingers down his stomach. He shivered.

"Don't worry," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him, coating it in oil.

"I'm not sure I understand how this works," he panted. I fumbled around for the bottle again and, grabbing it, had him dip his fingers in it.

"You hafta... stretch first," I breathed, "Like this."

I let go of his member, sliding my hand back to his ass, and carefully traced the hole before dipping just the tip of my finger in. He gasped loudly, shuddering.

"That," I repeated huskily. He shivered again, reaching down with his oiled hand. I spread my legs a little wider for him. He hesitated, but before I could urge him on again, he pushed in one finger. I gasped, arching my back. He pulled it out before I could get used to the feeling.

"More than that," I gasped. "You'll need to do two," I glanced down at his dick, "Probably three fingers..."

He nodded, inserting two fingers, and scissoring. I gripped his back as he did it, not letting go even when he felt I was prepared and pulled all three fingers out- I'd lost track of what he'd been doing with his fingers, exactly.

"Kiba?" he whispered.

"God, Shino," I whined, "Just do it!"

I swear to god, it was the best night of my life.

Afterwards, lying there, when Shino thought I had fallen asleep, he spoke. I guess it was to himself.

"That was intercourse before marriage," he said to the night, "Completely immoral."

"How many of my morals have I broken?" he whispered.

He didn't answer himself.

"How many do I have left?" came out even quieter, "I am a man with no morals..."

I rolled over and snuggled closer to him. I sensed him smile, more than anything else, and he wrapped an arm around me, letting out a contented sigh.

"I'll just have to adopt Kiba's, in that case," was just a breath.