For Etsumi (Sorry this is late!)

Title: Common Ground
Pairing(s): Shika/Kiba
Warning(s): Slight language, slight smut
Rating: M - R
Word Length: 1,048
Summary: Kiba and Shikamaru have trouble finding activities that they both enjoy.



Thankyou for taking the time and trouble to run the Naruto Wishlist this Christmas! Here's a short little story for you, I hope you like it. I remember your Kiba/Shika icon, so I hope this pairing is ok! I would have made it smuttier, but I wasn't sure what ratings you preferred, so I've kept it (relatively) tame.

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It was funny, Shikamaru thought, as he lazed on the green grass and watched Kiba and Akamaru play tag nearby. He and Kiba had such dramatically different personalities, yet that hadn't stopped a mutual attraction forming between them. It had, however, made choosing recreational pastimes together difficult. Kiba was so energetic, loving activities that involved running, climbing, jumping, making trouble and making messes. Shikamaru preferred the quiet contemplation of a game of shogi or go. He still hadn't managed to get Kiba to sit still for long enough to teach him either game. The Inuzuka would listen to him for a few minutes, then declare the activity boring and grab Shikamaru's arm and drag him outside. That had happened again today.

Kiba plonked himself down beside his boyfriend, Akamaru flopping beside him. "C'mon Shika," he whined. "Play with us. We oughta do something together!" Akamaru barked in agreement.

Shikamaru showed no inclination to move. "We were doing something together. I was teaching you to play Shogi, remember?"

"Something fun," persisted Kiba. "Let's go for a swim. It's hot today."

It was quite warm, Shikamaru had to admit that. Kiba had even stripped off his ever-present fur-lined jacket, revealing the tight mesh shirt he wore beneath it. The sight was appealing - and the thought of Kiba in just his undershorts and dripping wet was even more so - however Shikamaru was still miffed at his boyfriend's refusal to learn to play something he was interested in. It didn't quite seem fair that he should go along with all - or most - of Kiba's ideas, but that Kiba was unwilling to go along with his. He crossed his arms stubbornly. "If you just sat still for a bit instead of running around during the hottest part of the day, you'd be a lot cooler."

Kiba sat himself astride Shikamaru's hips, looking down at the lazy ninja. He bent and pressed his nose to Shikamaru's, inhaling deeply and savouring the scent of the Nara. His lips were so tantalisingly close that Shikamaru tilted his head back to catch them with his own, only to meet empty air. Kiba jumped to his feet. "If you want me, you have to come get me!" He ran in the direction of the river, Akamaru bounding alongside him.

Shikamaru let out a frustrated groan. Leave it to Kiba to find one of the few things that would motivate him to get up. He trudged along, following Kiba at a short distance - a distance that widened as Kiba ran. If he thinks he can manipulate me so easily, he's got another think coming, he thought to himself with a smirk.

Kiba paused and turned, making sure that Shikamaru was following. At that moment, he heard Shikamaru's cry of "Kagemane no jutsu!" and he suddenly found his movements matching those of the Nara.

"Shika, that's playing dirty!" He complained, as Shikamaru began to walk towards him and his own feet carried him unwillingly towards the shadow user.

"And you weren't playing dirty before, teasing me with the promise of a kiss?" They came another step closer together, then another. "I'll have my kiss, Inuzuka, but on my terms this time." They stopped, toe to toe. Shikamaru lifted a hand, and Kiba mirrored the movement, his own hand stretching forward to caress Shikamaru's cheek as Shikamaru traced the red marks on Kiba's.

Kiba's eyes were wide with surprise and discomfort at the peculiar feeling of his body moving without him. Fingers slid behind his head, into his hair, and he gripped the back of Shikamaru's head, just below the ponytail. Shikamaru's frown of concentration relaxed a little as their lips moved closer together, both pairs of lips parting a little. Finally they pressed together, gently at first, then firmly. It wasn't until a few moments later that Shikamaru released the jutsu, giving Kiba control back over his own body. By that point, any thought of letting go of Shikamaru had long fled the Inuzuka's mind - and the erection he sported, though matched by Shikamaru's, was definitely his own body's doing.

The two broke apart for breath, keeping their eyes locked together as they gulped air, then dove back into more kissing. Kiba nipped Shikamaru's lips playfully, and received a sharp bite in return. So, it was to be a battle of dominance between them. Kiba counted on winning this against his lazy mate. Why, after all, would Shikamaru make the effort to be dominant when he could simply lay back and let Kiba do all the work?

Kiba realised his error when his back made none-too-gentle contact with the trunk of a tree. Shikamaru was hungrily kissing and licking a trail down his neck and along his shoulder, his hands slipping under Kiba's top and his short nails tracing patterns on his chest. Kiba let his head fall back against the tree trunk, a soft groan escaping his mouth. This became a fully-fledged moan as Shikamaru's teeth found his nipple and teased it through the mesh of his shirt.

"Geez, you're so loud!" Shikamaru complained, straightening up and grabbing Kiba's hips, holding them still and grinding his own against them. He kissed his boyfriend deeply, muffling the noise he made as their erections rubbed together.

"Can't... help... it..." panted Kiba, between kisses. "Feels... uh... good..." Shikamaru bent his knees and gave a particularly hard thrust against Kiba. "Nnngh! Fuck... yeah..."

Shikamaru chuckled inwardly at the way his boyfriend was losing control so easily. Sure, it felt good - damn good, in fact, but at this rate the Inuzuka would come in his pants in the next couple minutes, and there were ways to avoid such a mess. He moved back a little, breaking the contact of their hips. Kiba whined plaintively.

"I think..." murmured Shikamaru, his lips hovering close to Kiba's, "We should go for that swim now." He took his boyfriend's hand and led him towards the river.

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The two young men lay side by side on the riverbank, letting the sun dry the water off their naked bodies. Kiba made a soft growl of contentment. "Now that was a good way to spend the afternoon."

Shikamaru, half asleep in a pleasured daze, had to agree. Finally, an activity they both enjoyed.

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