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[bark_with_me]

[OOC: Okay goiz, since sunday was supposed to be the day away from age jumping, and its still not monday, Kiba-mun and I decided to have some Inuzukacest to celebrate the... uh, "normalcy".

:DD The thread will either be continued on this post or in MSN and I'll just edit the post as we go, since we didnt get to finish. Still.... Inuzukacest FTW? Ohyes.

It IS houze canon, BTW. :DD Whoo. Also, goiz, prepare for some glitches. I did all the HTML coding to a document. Im BOUND to mess something up. Because rich text pisses me the hell off. Uh, and commenting IC if youre not Kiba is a no, TYVM. ILU all.

Also, Naruto, I told you Kiba-mun was the only one I smutted with. .__.;;; Eheheh. I honestly shy out otherwise.]



Hana was glad to be back in her old body (and even if that was her body, it didn’t feel the same). While there wasn’t much of a height difference, the build was far from the same, and her tattoos. Oh, she'd never been so proud to have them on her face before.
Sure, a few things had stayed--the wardrobe was something she was especially excited over. But her hair was normal length, and her nails sharp again and all was right.
Except for that fucking collar.
Try as she might, she couldn’t pry the thing off her neck, along with the chain that hung down to her mid-thigh. With her doggish looks back, it seemed more offending to her than ever now.

The one thing Kiba had realized when he'd woken up was that his feet seemed to have finally gone back to normal, and upon further inspection he could safely say he was back to normal. God, it felt so good to lose that round face, and those damned 'curves.' The clothing was the first thing he'd thrown out, finally setting back in his draws for his usual attire, jeans and a t-shirt. It felt somewhat awkward to have the familiar weight of his pants hanging from the distinct hip bones (something he was THANKING GOD he'd gotten back). To be lanky yet muscular once more was a god set gift indeed.

It didn’t take long before Hana was in Kiba's room, not bothering to knock but once before she came in. She was still in lightweight PJ's, the thin fabric seeming to cling to her somewhat. The chain hanging from her neck jingled and she closed a fist around the hanging nuisance, trying to still it with little success.
"Oh, Kiba, you're back to normal too," she commented with relief. As much as she was used to the oddities of the house by now, she'd rather the only Inuzuka there both have their trademark triangles at the very least.
Slowly, she grinned. "Normal as you're gonna get, anyway."

Kiba grinned as he turned from his dresser, a shirt hanging from his hand. "Still got that collar huh~?” he teased his eyes managing to roam elsewhere from the collar on her neck. It was hard to say if he was just interested in the way the fabric had worked it's way about her body, or if he was simply... checking... that everything was in place. "Nice to see you got your own body back." Kiba slid the shirt over he head, half basking in the fact that as the fabric slid down his frame, his sides were curveless ending at his narrow waist... that ALSO WASN'T CURVY.

She averted her eyes immediately after the collar was mentioned, dropping it since holding onto it didn’t seem to have any effect in changing her feeling towards it. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to Kiba's teasing, though, so her flush was quick to leave, and she straightened her shoulders some. "Well, I dot think they weren’t our bodies so much as our bodies altered to get the look it was going for," she reasoned, because she'd had nearly a week to sit on the idea and it seemed to make the most sense. "And, now that I really look at it, you kinda do have those same girlish features." Another grin broke out at those last words.

Kiba shot a look over his shoulder, adjusting his pants somewhat. “And now that I really look at it, you sorta do look like a girl... oh wait... nevermind~” A fanged grin shot across the boys face, a fang managed to peek over the top of his bottom lip. A fang he missed dearly~<3

"And you know what I missed?" She said, stalking over with a hint of a scowl, though more irked than actually angry with his comment. "Being able to do this--" And by 'this' she meant tackling Kiba backwards onto his bed and holding him down to tickle his side. "--without feeling bad because of you being cute."

"GAAAH! WHAT THE HEL-" his sentence was cut short by a fit of laughter and desperate squirming. "STOP!S-S-STOOOOP! hehehHAHHAAAA-NAAAA!"

By then, she figured he was laughing too hard to shove her off, and released her hold to attack both sides, grinning down at him almost wickedly. "Say uncle!"
The chain at her neck almost got caught in the fray, but she picked it up to hold it between her teeth, still dangling, but not quite low enough to wind up choking her. That wouldn’t have been good.

Kiba rolled to one side only to realize that left the other open, so he rocked trying to avoid the fingers running down his side. "S-seriously Hana! c-c-c-cuuuut it ouuuut!!"

"Say Uncleeee," she repeated best she could around the chain (so 'say' came out more like 'shay', but it was otherwise easy to understand).

“UNCLE! OKAY! UNCLLLE! NOW STOOOOOOP!” he was tearing from laughing so hard at that point.

The second the words left his lips, she let up, though didn’t move from her spot on his thighs. She dropped the chain as she grinned, sticking out her tongue soon after.

Kiba's hand almost instantly snapped up to grab the chain dangling about Hana's neck, and pulled her down, his lips meeting roughly with hers, and his teeth followed suit grabbing her tongue in between.

The action, she'd admit, seemed completely out of place, and was entirely unexpected, though not unwelcome. As she'd commented a few days ago, the Inuzuka were not known to avoid incestful situations, and she was no exception.
It felt as if her lips would bruise on impact (hardly a thought), and she was quick to kiss back. She leaned heavily against his chest, a hand coming up to rest above his head. Tempted as she was to rip his hair out for having used that collar against her (she knew he would, she just knew it!), the kiss proved an easy distraction.

Kiba pressed into the kiss running his tongue along her bottom lip, the hand not so focused on holding her collar in place slide up her side.

She rolled her hips, as if either in thanks for having released the tug on the collar (did he still have the chain? She couldn’t tell, with how long it was), or to spite him for having pulled her in the first place.
Hana's fingers held tight to the blanket under them as she kissed back hard. They didn’t need a wind up, easy to rush into it. Still, she was the first to break the kiss, breath catching as she asked, lips barely touching his and voice husky, "So, what’s the occasion?"

"Shutting that damned hole in your face. It's so loud!" a smirk played across his lips as the hand on her side slid further down the length of her body coming to rest on the outside of her thigh.

For that, he earned a nip on his lower lip, and a roll of her eyes. "Hah. You're the loud one."
It wasn’t the first time he'd used that excuse, though, so she let him get away with it, shifting, the thin, almost silky fabric of her pajama's sliding under her, and under his touch, just slightly.

He'd have to admit that the pajamas, felt nice along his fingertips, and the palm now pressed against her leg, but it'd be much better if they weren't there at all. Kiba arched up slightly running his lips over hers before brining her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it slightly, grimacing at his lip left tender by her nip. "That's what you say~"

She leaned back, still sitting in a bit of a straddling position from when she was tickling him -- a new turn-on she'd yet to find out? -- which, in turn, pulled her lip from his mouth. Against his neck, jaw line, up to his ears, and down to his shoulders, as far as his shirt would let her go, Hana was merciless. She trailed open mouthed kisses, letting her sharpened canines play their part as she pleased.

Kiba's hips rolled slightly pressing against Hana as she attacked his skin, he exhaled sharply as he mouth roamed along his neck and shoulders, and reaching up to take the tie out of her hair. For one reason or another he liked her hair down, and held an almost personal grudge against her hair ties.

She hadn’t even noticed his hand at her hair until the tie was gone and she raised her head, making a small grab for his hand, scowl on her face. "Hey."
She frowned at the freed tie, before her hands went to the bottom of his shirt as she leaned back down. It didn’t matter to her that he'd recently put it on, since it was in the way. Breaking off from his neck for a second or two to get it over his head, and it stayed on his arms -- he could get rid of it himself for all she cared. Her mouth was quick to move downward.

He grinned up at her twirling the band around a tanned finger. Dark eyes followed his sisters hands to he bottom of his shirt, his heart beating faster against his chest when her nails skimmed along his stomach as she lifted the shirt. Kiba grimaced at the fabric still encircling his arms and twisted in the slightest to get it the rest of the ways off, only to have his mind snapped from it's current action as her mouth descended, a rush of white hot liquid rushing through his body.

She grinned up at him, mouth hot against his skin as her teeth toyed with his nipple. It wasn’t to her tastes that she had to shift a bit further down to be comfortable, because rolling her hips down against him had been good. Her hands played on his side, tickling the flesh with touches of nails, barely there.

Kiba bit his tongue trying his best not to squirm again, the fact that he writhed around like a five year old caught in a tickle war under her touch was not something he was proud of, but it couldn't be helped. He slid his hands down between them, his fingers working the fabric of her pajamas up further, and further until he managed to work it above her shoulders. After which he left to fabric be and pressed his palms against her breasts kneading the flesh, and now and again rolling his thumb and forefinger along her nipple.

The squirms were only tempting her further, fingers continuing down his side and running as far along his pant line as they could manage, barely dipping under the band. She gave him a dirty look through her shirt as he worked it up and left it like she did, though she wasn’t half as distracted as he was, and discarded it quickly.
Moving to tease his other nipple, the chain hooked onto her neck dragged across his chest, following her.
That it was cold as hell against his warm skin, she could be assured of, though she didn’t get to bask in that glory long with her hands on her breasts, letting out a heavy breath and arching her back into his hands.

Kiba shivered at the length of cold metal trailing down his chest, and quick breath escaping between his teeth. his hands never ceasing in their motions regardless.
Her mouth on his nipple shot electricity down his body, tightening the muscle below, and curling his stomach in an attempt to keep whatever it was squirming in his stomach at ease. He was half tempted to pull Hana back up, his hips rolling along the empty space between them proved to be much less satisfying

She irked at the pull of the metal on her neck, dragging it across his body (and god, the rest of it was even colder!) to rest on the bed next to them. It still rest against his side some, but she didn’t feel so offended by it, so she continued down, with her hands and mouth.
The latter went across his ribs, over his muscles, above his sharp cutting hips, while her hands traveled across his thighs, pressing hard with her thumb, and she leaned slightly to tease him with a press against the tented part of his pants. It would have been near impossible for him to have missed her smile against his skin at that.

Kiba's teeth clenched as the cold chain rolled along his side, his weight beckoning it closer much to his dismay. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the warm, wet of her mouth running along his ribs, and th- god it had it be impossible for her to drive him this crazy! It felt like every string of his being wanted to simple throw her down beneath him and simply pound into her... obviously that wasn't about to happen; the two of them like foreplay too much. "Oh you must think you're hilarious~" he teased, his hips lifting slightly to press against her hand.

By then, her hand was gone, and she was hovering over him so that he had nothing left to rub against. "Hm? Oh, of course. About as funny as you think yourself when you get your turn."
Which, actually, was probably very funny. Her pointer and middle fingers hooked on the rim of his pants at his hips, starting a slooow tug downwards, mouth following. When she had them as low as his hips would allow without actually displaying anything, she let go, and made her way back up, hovering the whole time. The chain, predictably, followed her, along with the long hair of hers that had made its way over her shoulders.

A groan rumbled in the back of his throat as her lips slipped around the flesh of his hips, working against his skin in slow slides of warm breath and the moist of her mouth. His hands had slid from her chest one coming to rest behind her ear, his fingers running along her hair line, while the other pawed at the blanket beneath him. Kiba grinned at the hair slipping over her shoulders, watching the strands sway in the momentum of her movements. "I'm hilarious, you... you're just cruel~"

"Sometimes," she agreed half-assedly, leaning to the side as she paused her sentence to tug on his ear lobe with her teeth. "Its not my fault I like hearing your frustrated moans."
The words were low, barely breathed against his ear, and she shifted again as he continued his hand along her hairline. Most Inuzuka had terribly wonderful responses to having their hair touched, from what she'd heard, and she knew it to actually be truthful. Doing her best to ignore it, she continued back down his neck, one hand back on his side, resting lightly on his hip and occasionally squeezing as she saw it fit.

"Che, oh well I guess I'll just have to keep my mouth shut then~" he teased, a hand slipping over her hand now resting above the hip that was lifted from the bed in the slightest at every squeeze. Kiba's fingers slid further into the tangle of chocolate brown his nails trailing a path along her scalp.

Hana bit down a bit harder than he might have expected when he said that, on his shoulder, where she knew he was used to her biting harder so he shouldn’t complain. Her shift became more of a tilt to the side as her hand rubbed a little, making circles that alternated between hard and soft in pressure. It didn’t matter that his hand rested atop hers as she ran her palm hard over his crotch, rubbing in a way that would have, could have been satisfying if only she'd not continued past, and back around to his hip again.

"Ah-" His shoulder dropped, tense but relaxed at the same time. It felt like his body wasn't sure what to do, if it should press into her try and avoid the heated current running through his veins at her touch. He jumped somewhat at the sudden surge as her hand ran over his crotch pushing hard against the fabric of his jeans.

She smiled, and repeated the action several times more, varying it with a trip up his side or over his thigh in between. Her motions remained slow and deliberate, and Hana stopped any touch with her mouth, just so he could concentrate on her tease.

Kiba bit down on his tongue in an attempt to silence the moans pushing at the back of his throat, his hand jerked up from the wrinkled ball of sheet, once contorted around his fingers, and slid them under the waist of her pants. A think finger pressed up against her rolling over the nub set between her legs with a smirk set rather comfortably in place.

That didn’t take her long to press against him, a somewhat surprised intake of breath catching in her throat as her hips pressed against his touch spasmodically. Her hand went back to his hip, distractedly, and she toyed with the idea of grasping the blankets with the arm she was leaning on.
Felt good, not a means of desperation -- ...yet -- so she wouldn’t quite let him have that satisfaction.

A smirk almost instantly shot across his face, and rolled over the nub once more, bringing his fingers farther along the crevice the tip of a second finger pressing against the nifty little opening he'd just happened to find. >P

Two could play at that game... well, not that exact game, since Kiba wasn’t a woman, but it was a very close to what he was doing. As she pressed against his hand, her moan more of a low whine, and her mouth was back on him to try and wipe that infuriating smirk off (he was lucky she wasn’t moving back to get to him!).
She palmed the outside of his jeans, contemplating fussing with the buttons and zipper or to just deal with what she had right then.
And one thing she did have was the ability to shift as she worked with the button of his jeans, and the chain that has been irking her proved useful as it dragged, cold, across his body.

His finger just barley pressed into her, but her drew it back the former finger now pressing against the ball of nerve now moist, slicked somewhat. His lips worked against hers although the corners of her mouth were still curled up in amusement, but that didn't last long. As soon as her hand found its way to the general region of his crotch his thoughts snapped into frantic halves, the hand in her hair quivered, along with his legs.

His hand--the both of them--proved a good distraction, and oh how she wouldn’t mind being distracted if her pride wasn’t such a bitch, dog pun intended. Instead, she worked his already-low pants down just a little further, the zipper finally opened. She rubbed over the top, not once breaking the kiss even as she gave a small smirk, before moving into a pump, slow and teasing as she'd been earlier.

"Ohgod" came in more of a quick exhale of air between their mouths than actual words, his nails trailing down the back of her neck then back into her hair again. His other hand however pushed forward, all the way into her this time slipping in pressing along her walls, minding his nails of course. His hips jerked up in one quick motion as she grabbed him, but the settled back against the mattress, his pride kicking in.

All pride, however, was wasted, after his verbal outburst; by then, she'd already felt herself swell with victory. Which was good, because she let out a moan into the kiss the second he pressed into her, rocking back onto his hand without hesitation. The sort of challenge he suggested with his action, however, tempted her to speed up her jerks, and it was obvious enough that Hana didn’t ever really hold back when it came to giving into temptations.

Slick fingers pulled out somewhat, and pushed back in. his thumb angled back to feel for that bundle of nerve that'd brought on such a pleasing reaction previously. Kiba pulled back from the kiss, sitting up enough to bite at her shoulder, and then suck along the crook of her neck. If his mouth was busy, he couldn’t make anymore noise!

Kiba was truly a bastard, yes, but Hana had decided that a few years ago, so it was alright.
She moaned again, barely restrained due to Inuzuka not really having the word 'restrained' in their vocabulary, unless it had to do with bondage. Her hand broke from its action in favor of trying to weasel Kiba's pants off completely, just so she at least had the right to say he was naked first. At about mid-thigh, when she realized she couldn’t pull it down much further without Kiba stopping what he was doing, she decided that she could wait a minute; pausing mid-press [against him] was a bitch, anyway.

A bastard indeed, but only for her~. Kiba glanced down at his near nude bottom half, and he knew exactly what was going through her mind. He would not be the first one naked! Bad enough she was already on top, he refused to lose his clothing before she did! The hand once so wrapped up in the motions it rolled along her scalp, managed to get a hold on her pajama pants and fumble with the waist. It was only somewhat awkward considering he was working it down with one hand, while the other slid a trail along her insides.

She lifted her feet, knees pressed against the bed hard, making it very much impossible for him to remove them from that angle. Seeing as how he no longer was so focused on keeping his mouth preoccupied, she licked just under his jaw, before hunching over and returning to his nipples, hand back on his erection. The latter was also now easier that she'd switched angles and her wrist wasn’t turned so awkwardly. Her mind plotted another thing she could use against him that was surefire to work, even as she faltered in her actions as her hips betrayed her.