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Cats and Dogs #2

(Kiba Inuzuka)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to inochisart]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 4,112

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

[Reader] is a Neko (or as close as I could get with my rushed research and to go with the story line) per request

Name Calling: Dog, Mutt, Kitty

Man-Handling

Hand Restriction

Forced Collaring

Scratching/Biting

Mentions of Blood

There will be a part three :)

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Eagerness waves off of Sensei, Tenten, and Lee while the remaining of us - Neji and me - sulk. After Kiba and I got into our 'physical' fight, Gai-Sensei and Kurenai have been planning another hangout under the statement 'if you guys are around each other enough, you'll learn to get along'.

So, Sensei is excited about that, Tenten is excited to see Hinata, and Lee is just excited about life. I don't want to see Kiba and Neji is stressed out when both his girls are around. That has to do with his want to protect everyone all the time though, so it can't be helped.

For our forced exposure to each other, our Senseis decided to take one of the training fields for the day. Gai says he doesn't care what any of us do as long as we stay on the training field.

Probably not the best way to get the outcome they want, but it works out for me. I'll just avoid Kiba the whole time and then when we go to leave I'll pretend that he shits silver. As long as it's good enough for our Senseis, I won't have to deal with him again.

"Are you going to tell me why he bit you?" Neji asks for the hundredth time. He's sat next to me in the grass, crisscrossed and hunched over as he twirls a strand or two around his finger.

"Are you going to drop it if I tell you?" I counter, following the rhythm of how this conversation has been going. Of course, Neji was the first one to notice deep and dark puncture wounds in my neck. He's also the only one aside from Sensei that has pieced together who they're from. The joys of having Neji as a squad leader.

"I'll either drop the question or drop him," he mutters, sparing me a glance before he checks on the other half of our squad. "Did you get him back?"

This is the third day in a row he's asked, the third day in a row that we've had this conversation, and it's easily the hundredth time we have over that short period. "I didn't get him back." I got him first, technically.

"Your ears look nice today."

"You're just stressed."

"So I have to be stressed to be nice?"

"Ya." A soft huff comes from him, eyes on me for a second before they're fixed on Tenten again. I don't mind the silence; not with Neji anyway. Silence with him is nice. Silence with Lee is filled with anxiety. Silence with Tenten is filled with awkwardness. Silence with Gai is... unheard of.

"Well look what the cat dragged in!" Of course, it has to be Kiba that disturbs my peace. "Hey, Pretty Kitty," he greets from behind me, his hands on my shoulders as he hunches over, his face dangling upside-down in front of mine.

I can feel the bitch stare settling in my face, just as much as I can feel the hatred brewing in my stomach. I hate dogs and Kiba is at the top of that list. "Don't touch me," I grumble, rolling my shoulders to try and shake his touch away.

"That's no fun," he chuckles, tightening his hold on me. "We had so much fun last time, do you not want to have fun again?"

"Scaring my teammate isn't fun," Neji pipes up, a glare pointed at the dog. His eyes do shift occasionally, catching glimpses of the healing scratches on Kiba's face.

"It's going to scar?" The mutt asks, a hand jumping up so he can rub his thumb across the mark he so eagerly left last time I saw him.

Neji's mouth snaps open to respond, but he gets cut off by Hinata calling for him. Slowly, his mouth closes and his eyes slide over to me. A silent 'Are you going to alright?' is stamped into them. I nod towards Hinata in response, certain that I'll be able to handle Kiba if need be.

Not a single word is spoken between the three of us as Neji gets up to leave. The whole time he shoots the dog a glare, the dog who doesn't notice because he is too busy gushing over the permit change he's responsible for.

"You got yourself a little watch dog I see," Kiba teases once Neji is far enough away not to hear. "Did I scare you that much, Kitty?"

"You didn't scare me," I grumble, shoving his hands off and quickly climbing to my feet before he has a chance to latch on again. "Neji is just a protective guy. It's how he is. You should know that. Hinata is on your squad after all."

Kiba chuckles, eyes stuck on me like a predator sizing up their prey, but only for a moment. The look melts away as he starts walking further into the long grass field. "Come along, Kitty. Let's go play nice so Kurenai-Sensei stops stressing out."

"I have no interest in - " I'm cut off by Kiba's dog snapping at my ankles, making me jump and hiss at the mutt in response.

Kiba freezes, turning around slightly so I can hear him better. "I'm not interested in spending time with you either but my Sensei is to the point in her pregnancy where stress is as bad as an illness. So, we're going to play nice today for her to feel better. You can come willingly or Akamaru can bully you along. The choice is yours." With that, he turns back around and starts walking to wherever in the field he's headed.

I shoot his dog a glare, paired with another hiss for good measure before I wander around after him. Despite his master easily being five steps ahead, the pony-sized dog sticks by my side, making sure I don't sneak off to find someone else to spend my confined afternoon with.

The grass tickles, the length falling just below my knees. It's one of the few long grass training fields the village has; the rest cut short to be better training grounds. I will admit it's a nice area, the long grass and wildflowers mixed to make a pretty sight and a beautiful smell. Nice and open with nothing but the green and blue of nature... but Gai-Sensei said this is where Squad Eight trains so I won't enjoy it too much.

"Sit," Kiba grumbles, plopping on the ground himself. His mutt instantly shoots forward, settling into a stretched-out lying position next to his master. I ignore him, keeping our five-step distance as I focus back on the random spouts of wildflowers curled into the grass. "I was talking to you," he adds, tilting his head backward to look at me.

"I don't take commands from you. Nice try though," I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. Our Senseis just had to choose the most boring place imaginable for this, didn't they?

Kiba pushes himself onto his feet, crouching on the ground as he turns to look at me. His head tilts up, an elbow on his knee, and his head in his hand. "So you're just going to stand there the whole time."

"Yep."

"Your legs are going to get tired."

"Is that a fat joke?" I hiss, taking a step back when he starts waddling forward.

"No, it was a fact. I don't know what your Sensei told you, but mine told me she's planning to keep us trapped out here for a few hours, but fine. Go ahead. Stand for a few hours if that's what you want to do." With that he lets out a sigh, falling back into a seating position before letting himself lay down.

I eye him carefully, watching as he soaks in the sun, lying in the soft grass with his dog's muzzle resting on his chest. Slowly, I lower myself into a crisscross on the ground again, keeping my eyes on his mutt and my distance from both of them.

"He's not going to bite you," Kiba mutters, shaking his dog's head like I wouldn't have been able to put the pieces together.

"Ya, but his master will," I grumble, my hand instantly jumping up to press against the slowly healing bite mark. "His master that bites hard enough that Neji is convinced there'll still be a scar once it heals. I bet that strokes your ego."

"It does," he admits with a chuckle. "Though," he starts, sitting upright again, that predator-like look in his eyes again. "I got something else of mine I'd like you to have."

My heart thumps against my chest, eyes slit as I start leaning backward. I pick up on every single one of Kiba's movements. His slight lean forward, the heeling of his dog, the way his eyes are slit too as he scans me. My eyes flick to the side, scanning for one of our squad mates. "Don't do that," he husks, squatting back on the edge of his feet.

"You're being weird," I mutter, my breath picking up as the want-to-run burns in my veins.

"How is me getting you a gift weird?" He chuckles, daring to take a step forward. His cocky smile is resting on his lips, his canines poking out in his smile.

"It just is," I whisper, sliding backward a bit.

Kiba takes two steps forward this time, close enough to reach out and grab me if he wanted to. "Come here, Pretty Kitty," he chuckles, lunging forward. I shriek, turning to climb to my feet. He continues giggling, snatching my ankle and using it to pull me back down.

"Kiba," I hiss, squirming around and attempting to kick him off of me.

His laughter continues to fill the empty field, snatching my other ankle. This time he uses his hold to push my knees to my chest, leaning over me to use his body weight to keep me pressed to the ground. "Stop squirming so much," he tells me, leaning down so his face is hovering over mine. "I'm trying to give you a gift and this is how you react?"

"All you've gotten me is a bout of man-handling and being pressed to the ground," I yelp, reaching up to scratch at him.

Kiba beats me to it, his hand jumping up to snatch my wrist. He wraps up the other one too, shoving both of my wrists to the ground and keeping his hand on top so I can't wiggle them out. "Oh hush, Kitty," he whispers, shifting around so his torso keeps my legs folded up. His free hand wanders up too, dancing over my neck for a moment before untying my headband, letting it slip off and fall to the ground.

"What are you doing?" I hiss, trying to thrust up and knock Kiba off of me.

"Giving you a gift, duh," he attempts to tease. The teasing and his cocky smile pisses me off even more. On the other hand, the heat rolling off Kiba's body and the feeling of him pressed against me makes my veins fill with electricity.

His fingers dance over my throat again, eyes bouncing around my body as he paws at me. "Get off me," I grumble, trying to shift my legs enough to use them to kick him off of me.

"In a second," he mutters, tugging his burning touch away from my neck. Kiba shoves his hand in his pocket, searching around for something. The sparkle of the thing snags my sight, the metal catching every ray of sun that falls on it. "It's pretty, isn't it?" He hums, admiring me for a second before he focuses on me again.

"What is it?" I ask, looking over the object again. It looks like a linked chain, silver and shiny with a small lock on the end. The lock is open, dangling on the end of the links, and pressed into a heart shape. Only the keyhole disrupts the smooth material of it.

It takes a second, but I manage to click into place what it is on my own. "No. Kiba, no," I hiss, squirming under him again. "You are not putting that on me. I refuse."

"I am and you can't refuse," He chuckles, wiggling around on top of me. He struggles to keep me pinned and to sling the collar around my neck. He struggles even more to snag the lock around both ends of the chain and click it closed. "See? Pretty," Kiba mutters, tugging on the chain. "A pretty collar for a pretty kitty." He leans down, brushing his lips over the bite mark before letting me go.

"You're insane!" I yelp, jumping to my feet. "Take it off," I demand, tugging on the lock in hopes it's one of the cheap ones that snaps easily. "I'm not wearing this damn thing."

"Hate to break it to you, but you are wearing it. Like, actively wearing it." More chuckles and an active smirk cover his face as he climbs to his feet, dusting himself off as he stands up.

"I hate you," I hiss, bending down to pick my village headband off the ground. I grumble to myself, fixing my headband back around my neck, and using it to cover the collar as I walk away from the cackling mutt. I hate dogs, I hate Kiba, and I hate this collar.

I hate that I don't hate the collar. It's a pretty necklace and the weight of it feels good against my chest, but Kiba will have to torture that information out of me. He trudges behind me, occasionally reaching forward to tug in the collar. "My pretty kitty."

"I'm not your cat," I hiss at him, sending him a glare.

"You're an Izuno and you're wearing my collar. You're my cat."

"And you're a dick," I growl, snapping my head around the field in search of literally anyone else. Lee falls into my view, my body shifting to beeline towards him. "Go screw yourself Kiba."

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I smell Kiba and his dumb dog before I see them. I've been ticked at him - more than usual - since the little grass field incident yesterday. Neji noticed something was off, because he always does, and promised to look into how to get the stupid collar off of me. Seeing how Kiba is close by, I'm guessing news of that got back to him. The only question is how.

"I know you can smell me, Kitty. Don't try running away or I'll send Akamaru after you," his voice rings out from around the corner, followed by his barking laugh. I wonder if murdering him would be worth being labeled as a rouge.

Before I can settle on an answer, his dog rounds the corner, instantly setting me as a target for his growl and the baring of his teeth. Dumb dog. Kiba follows, the grin on his face only growing when his eyes land on me. Dumb dog number two. "There's my pretty kitty."

"I'm not your cat," I fizzle, my anger quickly growing.

"Yes you are," he says, taking quick steps forward. I take a step back for every step he takes, which only seems to make him more excited. "Guess who paid me a visit today."

"Your sanity?" I ask, my back tapping against a wall of one of the buildings, making me jump.

I bump into Kiba because of my shock, his hands locking on my shoulders before gently pressing me against the wall. "Your little friend stopped by. Neji. He was pretty mad," he mutters, pressing his hips against mine to keep me pinned to the wall. "Want to know what we talked about?"

"Not really. I do want you to get off me though."

"In a second," he grumbles, sidelining my request. "Neji and I talked about your pretty collar," Kiba mutters, a hand sliding up, dipping under my headband, and twirling the chain of my collar around his fingers. "He seems to think you want it off," he continues, his free hand jumping up to toy with the ears buried in my hair.

"I do want it off." I jerk my head away from him, trying to get his hand out of my hair.

I don't get that, all Kiba does is bury his hand deeper into my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp as his thumb rubs against my ears. "You're keeping it. Even if Neji cuts it off you, I'll just buy another one and snap it back on around your throat."

"Who decided you had the right to do that?"

"Me," he mutters, head dipping down. His lips brush against my neck, his hand tightening in my hair and around my collar, as he stamps kisses against my throat. "You cats always play hard to get. Would it kill you to give in a bit?"

"I'm not playing hard to get. I just don't want you," I hiss, my hands falling to his hips and attempting to push him off of me. "I don't see why you're all of a sudden obsessing over me."

"Because you taste sweet," he chuckles, his tongue sliding out and over my neck to send his point home. "Oh, so sweet," he repeats before sinking his teeth into my throat, right back into the same spot from earlier this week.

"Nyaa," the sound spills from me before I can stop, hands tightening around the hem of his shirt, and my nails digging in, threatening to tear through the material.

"See? Just playing hard to get," he teases, rubbing his tongue over the reopened wounds. Kiba's words hang in the air as his nose slides over my skin, haunting down another spot to toy with. When he finds it, his teeth sink back into my skin, softly this time to toy with me like he did outside the restaurant.

They're light, with barely any pressure. Then he lets go. Just as I'm about to let out a sigh, he clamps back onto me, his teeth baring down and starting their assault on my skin. "Kiba," I try to hiss, the sound coming out more as a mew. "Why won't you knock it off?"

His jaw ticks for a second, teeth rougher for a moment before he pulls away. His eyes stay locked on the spot, looking it over in silence before sliding onto my face. "You're pissing me off."

"I'm pissing you off?!" I spat out, my anger sliding across my jaw, baring my teeth as I glare at the mutt. "You pinned me down and collared me yesterday, and now you have me pinned against the wall, but I'm pissing you off."

"Ya," he grumbles, releasing my hair finally. His hand drops down, tugging our village's headband off my throat just like yesterday. This time he shoves it into his pocket instead of disregarding it on the ground. "I give you a pretty bite mark," he starts, fingertips dancing over it. "And you go and have Neji look it over and heal it. Then, I give you a pretty collar," he tugs on the metal, twisting it to tighten it around my neck a bit. "And you go and hide it from the world with your dumb headband."

"I only let you bite me because I felt bad about scratching you. That doesn't give you the right to put a collar on me and prance around declaring I'm yours."

Again, I'm ignored. Kiba is off in his little world, toying with the metal around my neck and letting his fingertips dance over the two bite marks he's 'gifted' me. "I wasn't pinning you that bad yesterday, you just didn't fight me off. I'm pinning you now and you're not even attempting to fake fight me."

"You're stronger than me," I hiss, slowly climbing my hands up his shirt that I'm clinging to.

"Ya?" He asks, flicking his eyes up so they lock with mine. "Is that what you tell enemies you come across during missions too? 'Sorry Mr. Bad Guy but you're stronger than me so I can't fight you'." He cackles at his joke, head falling and tongue sliding out so he can lap at the newer marking.

"Of course not."

"Of course not," he echos, his nose back sliding across my neck, looking for the next chunk of flesh to sink his canines into. "You know, if you're thinking about scratching me again, I'll let you."

"What?" I spill out, the sentence catching me off guard and making my hands still in their place halfway up his shirt.

"You heard me," he whispers into my skin, his nose pushing up my collar and letting it rest across the bridge of it. Like the dog he is, Kiba goes back to licking me. The feeling of his tongue is quickly starting to ignite the electric feeling in my veins again; electricity that swirls down my neck, over my torso, and straight between my legs. "I'll let you scratch me. It was hot, the feeling made me horny. It's all I've thought about the past few nights. Hand around my dick, pumping myself to the feeling of your pretty little claws digging into my flesh."

"You're being weird again," I whisper, debating whether to scratch him or not. If he's being honest, it'll just please him. Or maybe he's lying to make me second-guess my defense. Maybe dogs aren't as dumb as I thought they were.

"I'm not being weird. I'm just being honest about something you're still lying about."

"I don't get off on scratching you."

"No, you don't, but you get off to me licking you, to me nibbling on your neck, to the pretty proof of me marking my territory."

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not your cat." Kiba's jaw snaps down on my throat again, no teasing this time, just straight into forcing his teeth into my neck until my skin gives in and lets him leave prints behind. "Nyaa," the sound spills out again, this time long and high-pitched. I hate dogs. I hate this dog. I swear I'm going to scratch his eyes out, regardless of whether or not he's into it.

My hands slide backward, nails digging in between his shoulder blades once I get a good enough grip. My fingers move slowly, tearing as deep into Kiba's shirt and skin as they can. It doesn't take long for my nails to rip his shirt, letting my fingertips press into his skin before it's torn to shred by my nails.

"Wan," Kiba's sound spills out, muffled a bit from his still-present latch to my throat. The hand not tied up in my collar shoots up, clinging to the dip in my elbow, but he doesn't tug my arm off of him. The mutt was telling the truth, he's into this shit, and he's right. I am too.

My hands fall off the edges of his sides, droplets of his blood dripping from my nails and colliding with the ground of the alley. Why did I leave Ino's flower shop using the side door? If I used the front door I wouldn't have ended up in this position.

Finally, Kiba releases me too, but not before running his tongue over his newest artwork. "See? I was right. You're into me."

"I hate you."

"You hate that your pussy gets wet for a dog," he counters, a completely correct counter, but I'll die on my hill yelling that he's wrong. Slowly, he pulls back, the chain of my collar tumbling from his nose and lying against the bite mark. "It hurts, doesn't it?" He asks, toying with the collar so it slides back and forth over the open wound.

"No," I lie through my - bared with pain - teeth. He's right, I do hurt. The three marks sting, mixing with the pain from the others to coat around my whole neck. Having the chain sitting on top of one of them makes it hurt more than the rest. Having it slide back and forth shoots new stabs of pain into my neck, leading to the pain attack filling my veins.

"Sure it doesn't, Kitty," he sighs, dropping his hold on the collar before releasing me from being trapped under him. "Hate to cut our play time short, but I got to go sit with Kurenai-Sensei. See you tomorrow, my pretty kitty."

"No, you won't!" I yell after him, watching him and his dumb mutt leave the alley. Dumb dogs. Dumb collar. Dumb bite marks. Dumb Kiba being correct.

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