A Fatalistic Series of Events

"Ugh, I hate this thing." Kiba complained, picking at the black material of his tux.

Neji sighed and resisted rolling his eyes. "It's only for a few more days," he said, straightening out his black silk dress. "Then we'll be back in Konoha. Ready?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm ready." Kiba said, arm slipping to Neji's waist.

Neji shifted a little closer before opening the door and heading down and out of the hotel.

Kiba remained silent, tired and not really knowing what to say.

Neji felt awkward and tense the whole walk to the party. Once at the entrance, he forcefully pushed all those thoughts to the back of his mind, needing to focus on the mission.

Kiba straightened from his slight slump, a small smile working onto his lips. As soon as they entered Mitsuki came up, evaluating the two of them with a look that started out angry but changed to satisfied by the end.

“Kotsuke, you look… well.”

“I didn’t sleep well. How are you, Mitsuki?” Kiba said, brushing by her with Neji still in his hold.

Neji was forced to move with him, putting on a happy but slightly concerned expression.

“Oh, I’m fine. Why did you not sleep well?” Mitsuki pressed, stepping up to the side Neji wasn’t on. Kiba tensed, gritting his teeth but replying casually.

“I was troubled over something. Just couldn’t stop thinking about it, even in my sleep. Have you ever thought too much before bedtime, Mitsuki?” He tried directing the conversation back on her, wishing she would go away. He was tired and feeling cranky and just wanted to sleep next to someone. He missed Akamaru with a sudden pang.

Neji glanced away, feeling slightly guilty. He knew he shouldn't have said anything; Kiba had been right anyway.

He looked back over and interrupted before Mitsuki could reply. "I'm going to get some refreshments. I'll be right back, okay?"

Mitsuki’s lips slid into a predatory smile, sliding closer to Kiba as Neji left.

“Did you and little Nanao get into a fight, Kotsuke?” She asked sweetly, her arm looping with his. Kiba had trouble not growling and snapping at her.

“Ah, Nanao.” Arashi spoke, seeing Neji alone by the drinking area. “Have you heard? Tonight is my last night here. I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon.”

Neji glanced over, pausing in ordering a drink to talk. "Oh, that's a shame," he said, inwardly frowning and wondering if ANBU would get here in time. "I'm sure you'll be missed here."

“Oh, I’m sure Mitsuki’s already putting the moves on some hapless man. Nanao, would you care to join me in a more private room? I’d like to say good-bye in a more appropriate setting then this.” He waved a hand at the congregation of people. “Kotsuke may join us later if you like.”

Neji hesitated, knowing what the other man meant but he wasn't sure Nanao would. "...I guess," he said. "I should probably tell Kotsuke first, though."

“No need.” He turned, catching another man’s attention. “Tell Kotsuke I’ve taken his little Nanao for a moment, in the back room.” He smiled, the man nodding back with a knowing look at Nanao before walking away, obviously looking for someone.

“Alright. Kotsuke will be with us shortly.” He stepped forward, gripping at Neji’s elbow, smiling.

Neji looked down at where Arashi held him then back to his face. He nodded, forcing on a smile and waiting for him to lead.

Arashi smiled broader, leading Neji away and through a backdoor.

Neji followed him, not liking this even if he knew he could handle himself. Obviously Arashi was good enough if he'd been able to kill Yoko quickly and without noise.

Kiba sat back on the couch, face turned away from Mitsuki as she sat next to him. He wondered where Neji was, his conscious eating at him.

“Nanao, sit. Would you like a drink?” Arashi said, letting go of Neji’s elbow and pushing him towards a love seat by a wall. He turned, closing the door behind him, leaving it unlocked. No one would interrupt him.

Neji went forward, catching himself before he stumbled and reluctantly sat down. "Oh, um... Sure," he said. "Just nothing as strong as last time."

Arashi smirked, pouring something less potent for his guest. While pouring his drink he slipped a little bit of a drug of his own making into the first drink.

“So Nanao, I forget. How close are you and Kotsuke?” He asked, sitting beside her, handing the drink over and sipping from his.

Neji nodded his thanks as he took the drink, taking a sip from it. "I would like to think we're close," he started, putting on another smile. "I really do care about him and we've only known each other for a few months now."

Arashi sipped more, smiling engagingly.

“It’s just that you both looked a little… tense on the way in.”

"Oh, well..." Neji paused, sighing, quickly coming up with a lie, using what they talked about the previous night. "My father is fickle and we're worried he'll call off our marriage before it happens. There's not much I could do if he does, and Kotsuke just doesn't understand that."

“Ah, Nanao, you’re too harsh. Maybe Kotsuke does understand and is a little lost as to what to do? It can be intimidating facing down an entire clan on your own, especially when you’re not even of their blood.” Arashi said kindly, patting Neji’s thigh sympathetically.

Neji looked at him in slight surprise. It could be true, not that it was the same situation about what was really happening. "I suppose that's true," he said, taking another drink from the glass.

Arashi moved closer, his hand stationary on Neji’s thigh.

“I’m sure Kotsuke must be fond of you. He kept giving me such nasty looks that last night when you both drank a little too much.” His hand squeezed a little. “I couldn’t even sit next to you without him pulling you into his lap.”

Neji tensed a little, resisting the urge to move away. He brought the drink to his lips again, drinking more to put his nerves at ease. "He does get possessive, but I like that about him."

“Oh, Nanao, you’re so sweet. You like that he glares at other men when they give you complimentary looks? You like how his arm never leaves your body?” He leaned in a little, flexing his fingers on the warm thigh.

“Tell me, is he that possessive in more intimate situations?” Arashi whispered, his hand sliding a little higher as he leaned in close to Neji’s neck.

Neji flushed a little at the closeness and squirmed away the small distance the furniture would allow. "We... we actually haven't done anything yet," he said.

Arashi didn’t press, but didn’t pull away.

“Really? He’s been guarding you like a dog protecting his mate this entire time and you haven’t even done that much?” He allowed his voice to hold more curiosity than lust, amusement tainting the undertone.

Neji held back a laugh at the simile, but couldn't help wonder how much of that was acting on Kiba's part.

"No, we haven't. I wanted to wait," he said, taking another sip.

Arashi’s hand slipped just a little higher, fingers massaging at the soft inner flesh.

“Really? Why wait. It can be so enjoyable, and you seem to enjoy yourself immensely when Kotsuke kisses you…” He kissed Neji’s shoulder, eyes on his face.

Neji made a soft noise in the back of his throat, skin tingling a little at the contact. "W-well, yes, but... I'd rather wait."

Arashi began running his knuckles along the warm skin he’d been massaging.

“You really shouldn’t… I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. You’ll see.” He kissed a little closer to his throat, leaning a little over Neji’s body.

Neji swallowed thickly, leaning away and pressing down into the love seat. His body shuddered in reaction. "A-Arashi..."

“It’s your first time, Nanao… I promise it will feel good.” His lips were on his collar, kissing gently as he began massaging again.

Neji squirmed a little, starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy. Something had to have been slipped to him; he wasn't normally this responsive from just a few kisses.

He let out a shuddering breath, turning his head to the side. "But what ah-about Kotsuke?"

“What about him? It’s just you and me Nanao…” His fingers were lightly petting the crease from leg to pelvic, not yet venturing enough to feel Neji’s sex.

Neji couldn't hold back a soft moan, eyes lowering to half-mast. His squirming increased, trying to move away from Arashi as he could feel himself stirring in arousal.

Arashi smirked, slipping his hand over to cup at Neji’s groin. He paused, eyes widening. He pulled back, staring down at Neji.

“Are you a hermaphrodite?”

--

Outside of the room, Kiba was growing anxious. He knew Neji was probably out over-killing and getting even more information but it made him restless. His lack of sleep was making him paranoid and his instincts wanted Neji in his sights, preferably by his side.

“Mitsuki, where’s Nanao?”

“Kotsuke, stay with me.” Mitsuki said, gripping Kiba’s wrist. He yanked it from her hand, the fine hairs on his neck and arms standing on end, his anxiety growing by the minute.

“I have to find Nanao.” He said, stalking off to begin questioning people.

“Have you seen Nanao?” Kiba asked, stopping yet another couple.

“Yeah, she was walking that way--” a nod toward the back “--with Arashi.” Kiba’s eyes widened before heading towards the indicated area.

Kiba stopped, seeing multiple doors. He growled lowly to himself, almost yanking the closest person to him.

“Did you see which door Arashi went through?”

Kiba abandoned the person he’d grabbed after getting an answer, stalking forward into the shadows of the back, the tux hiding him better then he’d thought. He walked up to the door, growling as he noticed the door was designed to hide sounds.

--

Neji bit his lip, trying not to arch up into the touch, body straining slightly. His eyes widened at the question, inwardly panicking a little but he knew that it didn't matter now.

He hesitated before shaking his head, trying to mentally prepare himself to fight.

Arashi’s brows rose, eyes widening fractionally. His hand slipped down as much as it could, not really believing him just yet.

“…Why are you pretending to be a girl?”

"My father..." Neji simply said in a lie, hoping it would work to convince him. It would be stupid to give everything away when they still had a chance to keep the charade going for a while more.

Before Arashi could comment the door was flung open, Kiba standing in the doorway. Arashi’s head snapped to Kiba, his hand tightening on Neji’s slightly aroused cock. Kiba’s fists balled at his sides, eyes murderous.

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Now.” He growled out, stepping forward and slamming the door behind him. Arashi, confident in his ninja abilities and Kotsuke’s simple rich upbringing, squeezed down, smirking at him.

“Make me.”

Neji whimpered softly in surprise, hips arching up in both an attempt to get more and less contact. He shivered, still trying to move out from under him.

Kiba launched forward, propelled by his sudden rage and possessiveness. Arashi pulled back, attempting to defend himself from an attack he’d never expected, feeling a sharp pain slice up his arms before Kiba was on him. The younger male had him straddled, knees holding his lower body while he slashed and clawed at the off-guard ninja, his clawed nails breaking skin as well as an animal’s. On some signal Kiba suddenly stopped his attack, locking his hands around Arashi’s throat.

Suddenly feeling cold with no contact, Neji curled up a little, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his blood pumping faster in his body, echoing against his eardrums.

He forced himself to sit up, eyes widening at the sight before him. "K-Kiba, stop it!" he said, not bothering with the made up names anymore. "He needs to be alive."

Kiba looked up, eyes sharp. He looked over Neji’s frame, hands tightening a little before letting go. He left the bleeding man where he was, in shock from the sudden assault, crawling over to Neji. He ran his bloodied hands through his long hair, leaning down to nuzzle his collar, breathing deeply. A growl rumbled through his chest.

“He slipped you something.”

Neji's breath shortened, body heating up and responding to Kiba's touch. He nodded slightly, confirming what Kiba said.

Kiba’s grip on Neji tightened and he almost crawled back over to the man still bleeding and trembling beside them. He looked over at him with a savage glare, snarling.

Neji shuddered at the sound, bringing his arms up and gripping at the lapel's on Kiba's jacket.

"We... have to get out with him."

Kiba’s gaze swiveled back onto Neji.

“We can’t yet. You’re showing.” He glanced down, indicating the obvious bulge along the smooth dress.

Neji flushed but shook his head, pushing back his arousal and need. "It doesn't matter anymore," he said. "Knock him out then we'll sneak out and then just... just wait, I guess."

Kiba nodded, moving to dispatch the other ninja almost eagerly. Arashi made a quick motion to block, cringing when the movement drew on multiple lacerations, some all the way down to his bone. Within moments he was out cold, Kiba moving back onto Neji’s lap.

“To the hotel?”

Neji bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to not arch up into the heat, and nodded. "Y-yeah. Get him and let's go."

Kiba nodded, reluctant to move now that he’d found Neji.

“Right.” He got up, picking up the limp weight. He turned to Neji, waiting for orders. He didn’t trust himself at the moment to try being leader.

Neji drew in a calming breath, standing shakily. He flushed a little at seeing his erection bulge through the dress' material but forced himself to ignore it. He went over to the door and eased it open, peeking out and making sure the coast was clear before signaling to Kiba to move out after him.

Following Neji’s lead Kiba hoisted the dead weight over a shoulder, ignoring the blood seeping into his tux. He continued behind Neji, remaining quiet and mindlessly obeying. It felt good to be using his ninja skills again, but the body over his should was feeling cold.

He hadn’t killed anyone before.

Neji found an exit quickly, silently thanking fate as he forcefully pushed open the door. He head out into the cold air, glancing back for a second to make sure Kiba was still behind him before continuing through the streets.

Before they reached the hotel they were stopped by an ANBU appearing before them, quickly followed by two others.

“Hyuuga Neji, is that the target?” The lead one said, stepping forward.

Neji faultered a little, ashamed at being seen like this despite knowing they knew the situation. He gave a quick bow in greeting before straightening up again and nodded.

"Yes," he said. "He is the missing-nin. He has also robbed at least two other couples and murdered a female named Yoko the previous night to add to his crimes."

The ANBU made a slight move, the two flanking jumping forward and relieving Kiba of his load.

“We’ll dispose of him. Return to the hotel and leave tomorrow. Report to the Hokage when you reach Konoha.” He leaped away along with the other two, leaving Kiba and Neji alone, Kiba’s tux still warm with blood.

Neji stared at the spot they had just vacated for a second before letting his shoulders slump. He was relieved the mission was over, but now that nothing was distracting him whatever Arashi had slipped him was starting to take over again.

He shivered slightly and bit the inside of his lip, glancing back at Kiba.

Kiba caught the glance, pushing his thoughts aside. He hadn’t killed the man, ANBU would be doing that. He gave a faint grin to Neji, not quite as bright as normal but he was recovering from his extreme emotions.

“Hey, this means you don’t have to be in a dress.”

Neji nodded, swallowing despite his mouth feeling dry. He hesitated for a second before moving over to Kiba, murmuring, "Care to help me out of this one?"

Kiba’s eyes widened a little bit before a surge of blood rushed to his groin. Who wouldn’t want to help Neji out of his clothing? His sudden lust effectively eclipsed his strange mood, bringing out his usual grin.

“Of course. But maybe we should head back?” Despite his words he’d moved closer to Neji, hands slipping over his hips and gliding across his ass. He’d forgotten about the blood on his hands, but it was mostly dry anyway and didn’t get on Neji’s dress.

Neji almost moaned at the contact, pressing closer and wrapping his arms around Kiba's neck. He nodded absently. "Public sex isn't quite my thing..."

Kiba couldn’t believe Neji was willing, even with the drug flowing through his veins. He’d been sure Neji was coherent enough to remember how much he didn’t like him.

He bent his head, kissing Neji while his hands gripped and kneaded his ass.

Neji couldn't hold back the moan, returning the kiss eagerly. His arms tightened around Kiba's neck and he closed his eyes.

Kiba’s eyes shut at the moan, pulling the dress up with quick fingers, hands gripping at Neji’s panty covered ass desperately as he rocked his hips forward. He drew back for breath, panting, resting forehead to forehead with Neji.

Neji shuddered, pushing his hips forward into Kiba's, groaning softly and burying his face into his neck. He shifted up, tongue flicking out against Kiba's ear lobe before he murmured, "Room."

Kiba barely registered the word, his fingers already slipping the material to the side and tracing the cleft. He panted more, trying to reign in his control.

“…Right…” He pulled back a little, shaking his head like he was the one on drugs.

Neji bit his lip, forcing himself away so they could get back to the hotel. Even though he knew he had a drug in his system, he didn't understand why his body was craving the other's touch so much; he almost felt pained as he pulled away.

Kiba grunted, beginning to head to the hotel again, almost impatient enough to carry Neji. He slowed as they reached the hotel, glancing at Neji.

“You’re still hard…” He said, licking his lips but thinking about all the people in the lobby.

Neji flushed a little and nodded, pausing in his step. "We... we don't have to worry about appearances now, though."

“I guess…” Kiba moved closer, walking now towards the hotel and slipping an arm around Neji’s waist, nuzzling his neck like he did when he was Kotsuke.

Neji automatically leaned into him, relaxing and tilting his head to the side.

Kiba grinned, flexing his fingers across Neji’s hip as they entered the hotel lobby. He ignored any and all looks directed at them, heading straight for the elevator.

Neji shivered slightly, turning his head and placing a kiss on Kiba's jaw. He pushed the button to call the elevator before turning fully and kissing his lips.

Kiba eagerly returned the kiss, hardly noticing the ding when the elevator reached ground floor. He only moved when the couple within coughed, disapprovingly glaring. Kiba smirked at them, dragging Neji inside instead of letting them out first. Before they could complain about his rude behavior he had Neji pinned to the wall, kissing him deeply and pressing body to body.

Neji moaned, kissing back and almost melting into him. He wrapped his arms around Kiba's neck, dragging him somehow closer, completely ignoring the other couple and not caring in his excitement.

The coupled quickly left, their opinions a little stifled by the raw lust permeating the air around the other two.

Kiba blearily reached over, pushing a button that looked to be the right one for their floor. As soon as he heard the door shut his hands were going up Neji’s dress, pushing at the material and kissing him again. He continued up until Neji was bare from the stomach down, but for the panties.

Neji made a noise in the back of his throat, eyes slipping closed. He bit gently at Kiba's lips before deepening the kiss, pressing more into him, craving more contact.

Kiba kissed back even more, slipping his hand down and touching Neji’s bulge. He drew back, the feel of it making him want to taste it. He kissed Neji lightly, dropping to his knees.

Neji shivered, arching his hips into the touch. His eyes fluttered open at the sudden loss of contact. He glanced down, face flushing a little and groaning softly.

Kiba could hear the quiet music in the background, the soft ting as they went up a floor. His head spun as he leaned down, expecting the doors to glide open at each ting, pulling Neji fully out of the underwear and quickly latching onto the end.

Neji forgot how to breathe for a second, head falling back against the wall and eyes sliding closed again. His hands instinctively moved down, burying into Kiba's hair and gripping it.

"A-ah... Kiba..."

Kiba heard Neji’s voice, the feel of his hand gripping his hair. He lifted his eyes to watch Neji’s face but caught sight of his reddened fingernails, hands at Neji’s hips, and closed them, instead sucking vigorously.

Neji whimpered, morphing into a moan, head swimming and light in the sensations. His hips arched forward, grip tightening a little in reaction as the pleasure grew quickly.

Bobbing his head Kiba sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as he swallowed all the way down to the curly pubic hair. His hands began massaging at Neji’s flesh, moving down to spread his legs and repeat the ministrations to his inner thigh.

Neji bit his lip, body trembling a little as he tried to keep his release back. He let out another moan, not able to keep his mouth shut for long, the pleasure overwhelming him. He squirmed a little, hips tilting and snapping forward as he came.

Kiba swallowed it down, throat convulsing around the hot length. He drew back when Neji’s body relaxed, licking his lips to sever the string of fluid leading from the cockhead to his mouth, a small strand clinging to his chin.

“Neji…” He stood up, pulling the dress down a few seconds too late as the doors began swinging open, the group about to enter catching the hasty motion and a flash of skin, staring in shock as Kiba began plundering Neji’s mouth in earnest.

Neji kept the grip on Kiba's hair but wound his arms behind his neck, kissing back fervently and pressing against him. He groaned softly at the taste, head still swimming from his release.