Author's Note: Hello! This is a story for one of my favorite crack pairings! It takes place post 4th Shinobi World War but with some changes to the canon plot which are explained/incorporated into the story. There is romance, drama, attempts at humor and themes of sexual nature/adult content so please read at your own risk. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Blame it on Youth

Chapter 1: Two Fires

"Kiba…"

A pink-haired woman moaned uncontrollably. Her loud expression of satisfaction was followed by numerous throaty whimpers that escaped her slightly parted lips as she threw her head back. Writhing wildly on the bed, she clutched the sheets tightly in her hands, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"Mmmmm..." the brown-haired man causing all this emitted a low growl.

He was sucking hungrily, like a starved dog. His talented tongue grazing her folds, entering her hot pussy and teasing her pearl. She was losing her sanity, going crazy under him; he had to hold down her hips with his large, callous hands in order to be able to continue his ministrations.

"Oh god, please!' she exclaimed, her voice growing raspier.

The man's rough hands moved below to her ass and squeezed her firm cheeks playfully, this earned him plentiful heavy moans and more breathy sighs from his lover. He then proceeded to lift her bottom into the air, bringing his own body back to settle on his muscular legs as he continued to devour her. He now had full control over her, and opened his mouth, even more, to let his tongue wander further, lapping furiously at her core.

"Kiba...I'm….!"

She was now sobbing from the pure pleasure this amazing man was giving her. His large hands continuously, almost desperately, squeezing her ass, his soft arm hair tickling her sides, his breath audible through her own moans, and of course his amazing tongue that was doing wonders to her. He was completely surrounding her, dominating her, and they both loved it.

"Oh fuc- ...Kiba!"

The young woman arched her back as a particularly rough tug brought her another step closer to her climax. Her eyes started to water, and her breath hitched as his abnormal canine teeth grazed her pearl. She couldn't take it anymore, as the coil inside her tighten. Her hands shot to his biceps, her eyes shut and her world exploded.

Sakura bolted up from her bed, as a violent thunderbolt struck the sky. The startled woman sat awkwardly in the sea of sheets, now wide-awake. The storm outside seemingly started to wind down, but the rain kept falling and the dark sky did not budge.

'Great, the fucking thunder woke me up before the best part!' she thought angrily to herself.

She closed her eyes monetarily to try and catch her breath as her heart kept beating out of her chest. Her brows furrowed in annoyance. She wasn't actually sure whether it was the thunder that woke her up or the explosive dream. She flopped back down on the bed in frustration, now fully sprawled across the cherry blossom patterned sheets. It was so vivid again, so real and amazing.

The kunoichi opened her eyes, studying the blank surface of her ceiling. She brought her hand to her head and tried to think straight, but all she could think about was the man in her dreams, his hands, his tongue… and now the uncomfortable heat that has formed between her legs from the naughty dream.

'Yet again.' The thought passed through her mind and she growled, as she felt her anger building up again.

She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Her sexual frustrations getting the best of her, it was not possible for her to keep going this way. This was the third night this week alone that she had this kind of a dream. It was Thursday, goddamn it.

She ran her hand through her pink locks and started twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers in thought. The problem was that these dreams weren't just a combination of erotic fantasies the young lady had. They were a collection of finely recrafted memories. Memories from when she really had screamed Kiba's name as he brought her to many mind-blowing orgasms. He was a fantastic lover. By far the most dedicated, detailed and diligent. He worshipped a woman's body, he seemed to take more pleasure from giving than anything else! But what really made him stand out amongst the other few lovers Sakura had, was his animalistic nature. He had this raw, fervent instinct that always made her toes curl.

Sakura never thought of herself as someone who would enjoy rough sex and has never actually engaged in anything that could be labeled as 'rough' or 'kinky' until she met Kiba. It did make sense, given her fighting style and general temperamental demeanor. She was in no shape or form a fragile creature. She enjoyed beating her enemies to a pulp, just never expected to enjoy submitting to another in the bedroom. It turned her on like nothing else.

The dilemma that Sakura was facing, besides her uncontrollable sex drive, was that Kiba was no longer hers. They had broken up about three months ago, three excruciating months ago. As a result, she was so sexually frustrated, that she could not focus on anything else in her life. Masturbating was pointless. Her brilliant mind wondering thousands of different directions with no end in sight. She even tried a couple of one-night stands in an attempt to find satisfaction but to her dismay, she always came out with none. Her last resort had been trying to picture his rugged smile, and red birthmarks while with other men, but it was not enough.

Nothing was enough anymore. For a second, Sakura has self-diagnosed herself with an obsession – Kiba obsession, but she quickly dismissed that idea. Now that would be admitting that she was going crazy.

She had been pent-up like this for the entire three months. Tense, irritated and even more aggressive than usual. Everyone has noticed, but no one really knew why she was like this. Who could have guessed that she missed sex with the Inuzuka? Many assumed she was just heartbroken and upset about the breakup. They did date for almost half a year, and they were friends prior to that, so their relationship had very strong foundations, and became very deeply rooted very quickly. Unfortunately, it was not the reason for all her stress.

Naruto had actually confronted her first, telling her she clearly needed to talk this out with someone and that he was there for her. He was her best friend. Actually, he was more like her brother after all they have been through….But that all went out the window when she nearly jumped his bones when he pulled her in for a comforting hug. The feeling of a strong healthy male pressed up against her was almost too much too bear. She had to bite the inside of her mouth until she drew blood to compose herself. She was definitely losing her mind. Maybe this was the beginning of her mid-life crisis? Is it ok to have one in the early 20s?

The kunoichi looked out the window, it was still dark and gloomy. The thunder seemed to have subdued but the air around her felt heavy and unnaturally still. She was simply too uncomfortable to go back to sleep. Glancing at her clock, she grunted at the 4:47 flashing brightly in her face, almost mockingly at her.

Sakura closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself before abruptly standing up, grabbing a pink fluffy towel that was hastily flung on a chair near her bed, she made her way towards the bathroom. She only had 13 minutes before her alarm would go off anyway, so getting an early start to her morning routine before work would be the most sensible thing right now.

Sakura was promoted to the Chief Medical Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village, three months ago, and now worked 14 hours a day. She was tired, frustrated and angry.

Becoming the Chief Medical Shinobi at the exact same time as she broke up with Kiba Inuzuka was no coincidence. The fact was, Tsunade had mentioned the possibility of the position being given to her about 5 months ago when she was still heavily involved with Kiba.

The Hokage had explained that she would be monitored for the following few weeks, in order for her superiors to asses her skills and capabilities required for the role. Tsunade displayed her confidence in Sakura, and the Medical board was very much in Sakura's favor given her reputation and Tsunade's recommendations. That was until the said Inuzuka came into the picture.

There were a number of…accidents if you will, where the dog nin had caused Sakura trouble in the hospital, and in the eyes of the board deemed Sakura's association with him a liability. These included him barging into operation rooms, while she was operating, kidnapping her during her shifts and bringing a pack of dogs to the hospital and demanding the receptionist to allow 'Dr. Haruno' to treat them. One of the most embarrassing moments of her life was when a group of poison specialists had burst into her office, needing her help, only to find her bend over a desk, with the dog nin behind her.

All these events have spiraled into a big mess, where Tsunade was forced to give Sakura an ultimatum. Either she would end things with the Inuzuka and get her act together, or she could kiss that title goodbye, forever.

Sakura entered her bathroom and promptly stepped into her shower turning on the water, before stepping out. She waited for the water to warm up as she quickly removed the plain white underwear and oversized grey t-shirt she slept in, before re-entering into the now steamy shower. She let out a soft innocent moan as the hot water trickled over her hair, and slid down her body, engulfing her in the delicious heat. Her mind drifted again, back to Kiba.

Sakura still remembered their fight, when she told him things were over.

"Don't be stupid Sakura, don't end our relationship for a stupid promotion!" The tanned man shouted and ground his teeth together in anger.

"This isn't a stupid promotion! This is my career! Do you know what an important step this is in my life? You don't get a higher status in this field than this!" the pink-haired woman shouted back, equally irritated. She was upset because the man in front of her clearly didn't understand anything.

His big brown eyes softened. Running a hand through his unruly brown hair, he sighed.

"Sakura, listen to me." He started gently, "Don't you see that this is the first step you are allowing them to take in order to control you? This isn't about you for them, this is about finding someone who will obey them."

She looked down. He didn't understand, of course, he didn't. He didn't need to work his way up to something, to be acknowledged or to feel like he belonged. He was born into his clan, he always had and will have people that respect and need him. "Kiba, please, don't talk about things you don't understand-"

"I don't understand? Sakura wake up! Open those pretty eyes of yours! You see this as this big step in your career but in reality, it means nothing!" He snarled, as he continued, "You are already doing what you love, this won't let you help more people, this title is just a means for them to chain you up, and look it's already beginning…they are forcing you to get rid of me!"

"That's not the case at all." Sakura retaliated, "It's just a much bigger responsibility, and they need to be sure that I can be 100% focused. I can help so many more people. I can convince them to invest money into mental health, rehabilitation….all things that can better the lives of shinobi and civilians. It's all I want to do. That's all that matters, and with this position, I can truly do so. Please, Kiba…" Her emerald eyes watering, she wanted to stay strong, she wanted him to hate her, to walk away immediately just to make this easy, but he was persistent.

"Sakura…" he moved closer. She felt his hand on her shoulder, and then his fingers were suddenly grasping her chin, making her look up at him. Their eyes met, and she suddenly felt very small.

"I can't let you go…I don't know what it is." He stared at her, his eyes following every twitch of every muscle on her face. "I love you." He said slowly, she stiffened. They had not said that to each other yet. Their relationship has been more wild, more crazy and free rather than serious. Sakura knew she had feelings for him, real feelings. She never admitted them, out of fear of rejection.

'How fucking ironic….'

"Does that mean nothing to you?" Kiba continued carefully, studying her face. His tone genuinely fascinated. "Am I not enough for you?"

There was a pregnant silence. This was it, this was the moment that would decide everything, and she knew him well enough to know that when he resorted to the emotional, soft approach he was on the edge of walking away. She had to end this now, or she would never be able to.

Sakura pushed his hand away and stepped back.

"I'm sorry Kiba. I have made up my mind. We're done." She put on a brave face. Stood strong and confident, but inside her heart was breaking. She was a shinobi, and even though she had been very emotionally driven in the past, over the years she had learned to put her duty above anything.

The dog nin stared back. His face suddenly dead, lacking any sort of warmth that would reflect his previous words.

"You know what? Fuck this shit. I thought by telling you I loved you you'd be all happy, on your knees sucking my dick, but it looks like shit like that doesn't work anymore does it?" he said raising his voice, and sounding very aggravated.

Sakura exploded. She tightened her fist and dashed forward, aiming to kill.

"Fuck you Inuzuka! You can go to hell"!

He dodged just in time as she hit the wall behind him. The concrete structure came tumbling down as if it was made of cards.

"Have a great life, princess," Kiba uttered quickly as a response to her violent action. He didn't give her a chance to say anything, as he made a quick escape through the opening his now ex-girlfriend just formed in the building.

Sad emerald eyes followed the man as he disappeared out of her sight.

Soon everything went quiet, and the next thing to crumble to the ground was Sakura. She fell to the floor and cried: alone, broken and sad, just as she would find herself, three months later.

Sakura shook off the uncomfortable feelings she got every time she thought about that night. She never quite figured out whether her choice was the right one, but now it was too late. Honestly, she was satisfied with her place and importance in the village. So what if she ruined one of the best things that ever happened to her? She was convinced there were dozens of Kiba Inuzukas coming her way in the future.

The only real problem she was having at the moment was her disobedient libido. And for some reason, nothing else could satisfy her but the man that now despised her.

Sakura let out a little laugh. He never really liked her anyway, that is what he implied during their breakup. Clearly, he was only interested in fucking her.

'Oh, when he fucked me…mmmmm' Sakura closed her eyes, and an image of his hot, naked, glistening body suddenly appeared in her mind. He was so damn sexy, always so confident and dominant and rough. She bit her lip with determination. She was too horny right now so she would give this a try. Again.

Sakura moved one of her hands down her neck, gently touching her soft skin, imagining it was his lips traveling down her nape. Remembering how he would let his teeth tease her skin just ever so lightly before he would bite down hard, marking her in a dominant manner. She tried to pretend that the warm water dripping down her body was Kiba's skilled fingers touching her everywhere.

Her second hand traveled down to her right breast, she slowly caressed the underside of her breast just like he would do. In the beginning, always simply and slowly teasing her, until she was meowing for him to continue. She let her other hand join her and this time she grabbed her left breast and squeezed it hard, while the other hand started pinching her nipple.

Sakura's nose wrinkled in concentration, as she tried to picture Kiba in the place of her hands, but the image was blurry and misshapen. She moved her left hand between legs, desperate to feel something she slipped two fingers inside. It felt good, but not satisfying.

She tried to focus harder on the images in her head. With her entire mind focused on the idea of the dog nin, she lost the feeling of her body, and just let her hands go limp.

'Damn it!' she thought, 'Not again.'

This would happen every time she tried to satisfy herself. Her mind was too fuzzy, too unfocused, and she realized that her body was not as coordinated as she thought it was. Surely, as a shinobi, she could fabricate an earthquake with just one hit to the ground, yet she could bring herself to experience any internal explosions. She realized this, after about two weeks of being single, that she has become so infatuated with him, she allowed him to take complete ownership of her body, while she has somehow lost it.

She looked down at her feet, and followed the flowing water, as it was sucked into the drain. She sighed again, grabbed her shampoo and body wash and quickly washed, before turning off the water and jumping out. The extra time she achieved by waking up early, has been all wasted on a pathetic attempt to relieve herself.

She wrapped the towel around her body and moved towards the sink to complete the rest of her morning routine. She got sucked back into her thoughts as she started detangling her hair with a big round brush.

As if things weren't bad enough, rumors have started to spread across the village that Kiba has become somewhat a playboy. She heard Shino telling Naruto when they were in hot springs once during a mission. Shino swore that Kiba was not becoming a womanizer, not on purpose at least, apparently he simply really liked sex, to the point where Shino said that he might be addicted. Then they threw in some jokes about STDs. They laughed because it was common knowledge that Sakura dumped him so clearly there were no bad feelings. Their mutual friends always felt that making jokes or comments like that was no big deal, as Kiba and Sakura parted on mutual terms. They didn't necessarily know all the details of the breakup. Sakura didn't want them to. However, all Sakura could imagine was Kiba happily humping every girl he set his eyes on, getting his fill, and then seeing herself and hating how hollow and passionless she has become.

Sakura finished brushing out her hair, and stared at her reflection, barely recognizing the pale, tired woman staring back. This was going to be another great day at the hospital.

The rain gently pattered on the window glass, and Kiba lazily followed each droplet as it slid down the glass pane. He was laying on the side of his bed, in all his glory, one hand behind his head, while the other was stroking Akamaru, who was hiding underneath the bed, shivering, still shaken from the thunder.

"It's alright, boy. It's over." Kiba said quietly, trying to comfort his best friend.

Getting bored of watching the droplet, his gaze shifted, to look at the sleeping form next to him. Misaki. No, Mitori, no, that's not it. He frowned.

Satori.

He moved his hand to her face, placing a strand of her dark red hair behind her ear. She was pretty, this one. Green eyes, small nose, full lips. Her skin was flawless, smooth, ivory, and her body, was, well great, womanly, beautiful. She was also a shinobi, so perfectly toned and very flexible. He smirked, acknowledging the fact that he still had the skills and charm to be able to bed women like this.

His demeanor changed very quickly as he looked down.

"So why the fuck won't you be happy." He mumbled to his penis.

Kiba always imagined reaching the 40-year mark and entering a mid-life crisis. However, it truly happened about two months back, when he was jerking off and found himself more irritated and unfulfilled after he had finished than when he had begun.

Kiba always had a very strong sex drive, with the dog-like hormones flowing through him. He was notorious for getting unwelcomed erections during the most mundane daily tasks. Previously, that never bothered Kiba, because he would just visit his girlfriend and the day would suddenly turn very, very sunny.

But then, that bitch dumped him. Him. Kiba Inuzuka. As he recalled, she had said it herself, her 'best sex ever'. Where has that gotten him? Constantly hunting down each eligible woman in the village and banging her till the sunrise, only to finish with a giant boner, unsatisfied libido, and plenty of pent-up energy.

At first, he thought the reason that he was unhappy with sex lately was that he just became too good at it. He has reached his peak, and from there it could not be any better and therefore was automatically always just a bit subpar. That would make sense. Right?

Then, about 9 weeks ago, (yes, he kept count) he found a ruler underneath his bed while looking for his forehead protector that he had misplaced. Curious about why he had a ruler underneath his bed, he reached for it and took it out to the light for him to see. He almost fell face-first to the ground when his sensitive nose caught a faint scent of Sakura lingering on the object.

Just having her scent enter his system, made him shudder, made his limbs go weak, and started a fire in his belly. The dog nin had a sudden urge to run and find this woman, bend her over the nearest object and have his way with her.

After he composed himself, he smirked at the ruler. Oh yes, that was the day when Sakura asked how big he was, he told her and because she would not believe his ridiculous number. But he proved it with the ruler. She grabbed it and threw it away before she evilly made her own way down to his groin. What a little minx.

That was when he realized that the problem did not lie with him but with Sakura. His body craved for her. His mind was completely obsessed with her. He needed her, demanded her, yearned for her, but because she refused him, and because his ego was too damn big, he ignored it and furthermore ignored her. He eliminated any contact with her, avoided the places she often visited; and he tried to stay away from the people who were especially close to her, which mainly included Naruto and Ino; two people Kiba could frankly live without.

Naruto was, however, tricky; he always wanted to play with Akamaru. That resulted in Akamaru picking up Sakura's scent and carrying it all the way home. However, the biggest difficulty was the Hokage. She was Sakura's master after, and he had no choice but to come and see Lady Tsunade when she demanded. He literally held his breath when he was in her office, and made sure to wear loose pants. She would probably kill him if she saw the erection he would often form while spending time in her office.

Kiba got off the bed and walked to the window. Pressing his burning hand on the cool surface of the glass. At least some relieve. Honestly, he was angry. This woman had reduced him into some little horny boy who couldn't help himself. She had caused him to also gain a shitty reputation as a result. So he slept around a lot, so what? It wasn't his fault, that no one was good enough. No one is fucking good enough.

'No one is Sakura.'

His nose flared, and his canines came out, burning. His fists clenched, and before he knew it he had smashed the window. He watched the glass shimmer down like the rain, landing on the floor, creating a mess.

His eyes widened at his own actions. This was definitely not necessary. Smashing things out of frustration was not his kind of thing. It did happen to be Sakura's however….He needed to get a grip.

There was a small silence before a barely audible 'Kiba?' made its way over from the bed. He looked behind to see Mitori- eh, I mean Satori on the bed, looking confused and scared.

Kiba's face fell flat. "Sorry," he stood quietly, before moving to a chair next to the bed, grabbing his black ninja pants and with one swift movement putting them on.

"I gotta go." He said bluntly and walked out. Akamaru got up instantly, happily following his irritated partner, his tail wiggling. Kiba grabbed a simple black t-shirt from a chest of drawers on the way towards the door and quickly slipped into it.

She had better be gone when he gets back. He reached his door and realized that it was probably a bit chilly out, so he took a jacket from the hanger by the door and left with his trusted companion. There was another way to get rid of some of this extra energy.

Kiba entered the training grounds and immediately picked up three-chakra signatures. He raised his head, allowing his nose to scan, and fortunately enough not pick up any of that forebode Haruno scent.

'Thank god.' He thought as he hurried across the field to the three figures by the forest.

"Look who's here!" Chouji exclaimed, giving Kiba a massive grin as he clutched a bag of potato chips, "Haven't seen you in a while, Kiba."

"Uh…Yeah, I have been busy."

"We know, hell the entire village knows about what you have been up to lately," Shikamaru smirked, never taking his eyes of the scroll he had been studying before Kiba arrived.

"Please tell me, you at least use protection Kiba, I mean seriously, you probably carry every STD there is by now," Shino added, his tone more serious than the other two. Kiba couldn't tell what the man was thinking behind the dark tinted glasses he wore.

"Calm down, I'm not an idiot." Kiba mumbled, "So what are you guys doing here so early in the morning? Sparring?" he continued, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, obviously," Shikamaru finally took his eyes from the scroll to meet Kiba's, "Care to join?"

Kiba nodded rapidly. Suddenly the four men and canine partner all jumped back in unison, getting into their fighting stances and growing alert of their opponents.

Shikamaru blinked, and once his chocolate eyes opened again the field was empty. He stood visibly alone, but painfully aware of the clear chakra signature coming at him from behind.

'Troublesome.'

"Oh shit! Guys, I'm so fucking sorry!" Chouji screamed as he ran to his two comrades who were lying on the floor, grunting in pain.

Shino emerged from his hiding place behind the strategically placed bushes, and scratching his head he asked: "What the fuck happened?"

Kiba and Shikamaru were both pitifully sprawled on the floor. Shikamaru was grasping his leg and mumbling how troublesome Chouji is, while Kiba was holding his arm and cursing at his own incapability. Akamaru next to him, growling at Chouji.

Chouji turned bright red, "I forgot that we are not to use chakra, I'm sorry! I panicked! You both came at me at the same time! I'm so sorry!"

That was true. Somehow both the genius and the dog nin decided to attack Chouji at the same time, both jumping at the poor man out of nowhere, unpleasantly cornering him. Chouji feeling trapped and pressured, used Super Expansion Jutsu in defense. He smashed them both to the ground with two giant hands. Causing both of his comrades to fall on a different limb.

"Guys, we should just probably head straight to the hospital," Shino said as he helped Shikamaru up, diligently supporting him.

Kiba stood up as fast as lighting, for a moment forgetting the pain as his face turned very pale. "The hospital?" he whispered, his insides burning.

"Yes…your hand is probably broken, you have to go get it checked, or otherwise you may be ineligible for the next mission." Shikamaru murmured. "Come on, it's starting to rain again."

Kiba stood frozen.

He couldn't. He wouldn't. That entire place just reeked of her.

Chouji, seeing his comrade stiffening, assumed the dog nin was too weak to run, so without a word he threw Kiba over his shoulder and the group set out.

"Chouji!" Kiba yelled angrily, slightly embarrassed by the emasculating position he got himself into.

"It's my fault, let me fix it," Chouji exclaimed apologetically.

Kiba let his face fall, as he gave up on the struggle, letting his body slump against Choji's back.

'I just hope the goddamn lighting struck Sakura during the night.'