Naruto isn't mine, belongs to Kishi, blah blah blah... I just like watching two guys fucking. More than MJ likes little boys, and more than Itachi is eviler than Orochimaru. If I keep going, the disclaimer will be longer than this drabble. ;-;
"Ne, ne, Shino... ngh... st-stop that... no, seriously, sensei's gonna get suspici-aaaaaaah..."
There were mild sounds of bumping, muttering and apologies as Kiba ran out of his bedroom door, trying to get dressed, brush his teeth, brush his hair and drink orange juice all at the same time. He scrambled out the door, just barely remembering to say goodbye to his mom and call Akamaru, and he headed for Team 8's training grounds, muttering curses. Damn Shino.
Kiba shuddered and realized he'd left his coat at home. Well, damn. He couldn't exactly go back, though. He skidded to a stop in the middle of the grounds, where Shino, Hinata and Kurenai were already waiting. Kiba put a hand behind his head laughing nervously and averting his eyes away from Shino's, although he couldn't see them anyway. "Sorry I'm late, my alarm went off late."
Kurenai shrugged and said something about boys being boys, and Hinata poked her fingers together. "K-Kiba-kun?" The dog-nin turned to his friend, grinning. "Yeah, Hinata? What is it?" The indigo-haired girl raised her hand to point at the brunette's neck, but remembered that it was rude to point. "What are those red marks on your neck?"
Kiba touched his neck quickly and narrowed his eyes. Goddamn you, Shino...
He turned back to Hinata with a goofy grin on his face. "It's nothing. Just some bug bites."
Hinata all but fainted.
Shino handed Kiba the jacket he'd left at home. "Thought you'd forget this..." Kiba snorted, blushed, and looked away. "How am I supposed to remember when you're playing vampire...?"
I've had this idea for months, and I'm sure SOMEBODY got to it before me; but I haven't really checked. I wanted this to be a giant, seven chapter long, plotless story full of noesbleedz and sweet, steamy mansex, but this is all you get for now. Maybe five reviews with a little 'plzmoar' will make me change my mind?