A Fatalistic Series of Events

A polite cough and nervous murmuring attempted to capture Kiba’s attention but he’d thrown all his senses not attuned to Neji out the window. It was only when the doors started closing again and one brave soul stepped forward to tap him on the shoulder that he opened his eyes to look at them, sucking on Neji’s tongue.

“Could you please do that elsewhere?” The woman asked, a little flush staining her cheeks. Kiba blinked at her, his hands on Neji’s ass again, rubbing at the cleft through the dress.

Neji shuddered, body arching slightly in reaction. His eyes swiveled onto the woman and his face flushed quickly, mind clearing enough to be embarrassed. He pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, and swallowed thickly before muttering an apology.

Kiba swiveled his gaze back to Neji, almost giving in and ravishing his mouth again when he saw the blush. Instead he pulled away, dragging Neji by the waist, rushing past the group that was still staring at him, some eyes picking out the white on his chin while others observed the dress barely covering Neji’s backside.

Neji easily kept up, one hand going down and keeping his panties from slipping down more. He could feel his blush receding the further away they got from the crowd, feeling more comfortable as they got closer to their room.

Kiba extracted his hands from Neji and reached into his pocket, pulling out the keycard and swiping it. He stepped in, kicking the door closed and rounding on Neji, latching onto his neck where a faint mark remained from the last time.

“You know…” He ground his hips against Neji, still full and throbbing, grinning against the skin his lips was pressed to. “I’ve sucked you every time.”

Neji groaned softly, rolling his hips forward and tilting his head back a little. He wound his arms around Kiba's waist, starting to untuck his shirt from the back.

"What... do you expect an award for that too?" he asked in a murmur.

“Mmm, it might feel good if you did the same for me.” He said, following the path of his throat up to his jaw, kissing.

"I have," Neji said, grinding forward again and letting his eyes close. "Or have you forgotten that already?"

Kiba’s hands were pulling the dress high again, slipping across the lush globes and playing a sharp nail carefully around the opening.

“Maybe you should remind me.”

Neji shivered, hands fisting in Kiba's shirt to ground himself. "Convince me," he murmured.

Kiba drew one hand away, lifting up to fist in Neji’s long hair, licking up his neck to his ear.

“I’ll do whatever you ask for the rest of the night.”

Neji let out a shuddering breath, hands slipping up under Kiba's shirt and trailing up his back.

"I'm sure you wouldn't complain either way," he said, "but if that's all you've got to offer, I suppose I'll take it." He smirked a little and pulled back to kiss him before saying quietly, "You're just lucky I'm impatient and horny."

Kiba pushed for a longer kiss, slipping his finger past the ring of muscle.

“Ah, I said I’d do anything you want and I meant it. Tell me to shut up and I’ll stop talking.” He smirked, remembering the other saying just that not too long ago. “After you suck me off, of course.”

His breath caught in his throat before he groaned softly, nipping at Kiba's bottom lip.

"Of course," he said, half-mocking. "Move to the couch."

Kiba laughed lowly, stroking at Neji’s prostate quickly before pulling his finger out.

“You’re going to have such a hard time ordering me around.” He said teasingly as he moved to the couch, sitting down with his legs spread.

Neji bit his lip, swallowing back another moan forcefully. He followed him over to the couch, moving to kneel between Kiba's legs. He glanced up at him as he worked the pants open and freed the Inuzuka's erection.

"We'll see," he said, smirking as he stroked his length.

Kiba arched a little, legs spreading wider. It felt good, suddenly reminding him that aside from that drunken night of fun he hadn’t gotten off these last couple of days, even to his own hand. He shivered, his hands working to take the black jacket off, suddenly too hot in the tux.

Neji ran his fingers over the tip, gathering and spreading the precum before licking it from his fingers. He leaned down and licked up his cock, tracing around the head's edge.

Kiba shivered, toes curling in the shoes and socks he’d forgotten to kick off. He managed the get the black outer layer, stopping to run his hand through Neji’s hair, holding back on moaning.

Neji let his eyes close at the touch, latching onto the cockhead and sucking gently. Not even trying to hide it, he spread his legs a little, moving a hand under the dress and pressed a finger into himself.

Kiba’s eyes caught the movement, following it and groaning, cock twitching. His hips began moving slightly, a soft rhythm compared to the pace he normally set, sweat breaking out as he felt his release building.

Neji's lips curled a little at the groan before he slipped further down, easily taking more into his mouth. He massaged his tongue against Kiba's erection as he continued sucking.

He wiggled his finger around a little, letting out a groan as he grazed by his own prostate.

Kiba shuddered, his hypersensitive skin drinking up the sensations of Neji’s tongue, the others hot mouth swallowing more and more of him down. His head was swimming in the pleasure of it and he was sure if he hadn’t had so much experience in holding off he would have cum right then.

Neji continued down until his nose brushed against Kiba's pubic hair, focusing more on keeping his jaw and throat loose than anything else. He just kept sucking softly, keeping his tongue flat against him before suddenly swallowing, throat muscles squeezing Kiba's cock.

Kiba, squirming and shivering as Neji continued at a gentle pace and just about to complain about was completely off guard when the moist heat clamped around him. He moaned loudly, almost calling out, hands clenching the couch hard enough that he left holes in the material as he was shoved over the edge.

Neji pulled back a little, swallowing the cum easily enough. He continued sucking a few seconds longer before pulling back all the way, lips keeping contact the whole way and cleaning Kiba completely. He sat back after pulling his finger out, looking up at the other almost smugly.

Kiba slumped back, his cock still sensitive as Neji continued to tease it with his tongue even as it softened. He opened his eyes, glancing at Neji, and could have sworn his cock twitched at the sight even though it was limp. Neji’s smug look in this setting was more of a turn on than the annoyance it usually was.

“Yes, Neji?” He asked with a grin.

Neji smirked and stood up, letting the dress fall back down around him. "Get in the bedroom, strip, and wait," he said.

Kiba raised his brows, waiting a few moments to recover before standing.

“Sure thing, Neji.” He said, stretching his arms a little as he walked into the bedroom, taking his time to strip when he was in there. Once fully nude he sat on the bed, legs spread and leaning back on his palms, staring at the ceiling and waiting.

Neji watched him walk into the room before going into the bathroom. He took out the clips from his hair and the contacts, throwing them away. He quickly stripped off the dress, kicked off the heels, and slid out of the stockings and panties.

He debated for a second before deciding to fore-go the wrappings again and grabbed his things before leaving and heading into the bedroom.

Kiba looked down as Neji entered, his eyes skipping over the uncovered seal to take in Neji’s luscious body. He grinned, sitting fully up and not leaning back.

“Aww, no panties?”

Neji gave a snort, smirking and crawling onto the bed after dropping the clothes randomly, muscles bunching and releasing. "Never wearing them again," he said. "Ever."

Kiba licked his lips, following Neji’s movements hungrily.

“I thought you looked good in them. And the dress.” He grinned deviously.

"Of course you would," Neji said, moving towards the Inuzuka. His smirk widened a little as he crawled over one of his legs, his cockhead just short of grazing against Kiba's thigh.

Kiba’s hands slid to Neji’s body, just running up and down his arms and sides.

“Of course anyone would, if anyone saw.”

"Well no one else is going to see it," he said. Neji leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

Kiba kissed back with a pleased sort of grin curling his lips, tracing his sharp claws delicately over Neji’s skin until he reached the nipples. He circled the sensitive skin lightly, licking at Neji’s lips.

Neji groaned, pulling back a little and biting at Kiba's bottom lip. "No teasing," he said, moving a hand up and placing it on the other's hip.

Kiba pouted at him, dropping his hands.

“Awww… but it’s so fun…” He lifted his hands again, running them along Neji’s sides. “What do you consider teasing?”

"Right now, anything that isn't to get you up again," Neji said, moving his hand over and grasping his reforming erection.

Kiba grinned, moving one hand over to trace at a nipple again while his hips rose to the touch on his quickly growing cock.

“But I like touching you Neji.”

Neji shivered, hand tightening a little before starting to stroke him. He leaned over again and pressed a rough kiss to his mouth.

"Fine, but when you're fully hard, no more teasing and foreplay."

Kiba growled playfully, tweaking the bud. He was already rocking against Neji’s hand steadily, craving the friction.

“Just straight to fucking? Damn you’re horny.” He flicked the pert skin, licking his lips, wanting to suck on the inviting little nub.

"It's the drug and you know it," Neji said, voice a little breathy. "Besides, I'm almost sure I'll still be hard after."

Kiba licked his lips, slipping his other hand down from Neji’s body, spreading his legs more and sliding his hand down past his balls, playing at his own opening.

“Mmm, the drug can’t be all of it Ne~ji.” He said huskily, playing with his name as he sank a finger in to the second knuckle.

Neji's eyes followed the movement, unconsciously licking his lips. He looked back up at his face, releasing his grip on Kiba's cock, not wanting to chance him cumming yet.

"No, but it's more than helping."

Kiba moved his wrist a little, pushing in and out while he looked at Neji with lightly narrowed eyes.

“Mmm, yes… are you ready?” He ended, noticing the lack of a hand on him and Neji’s own hardness.

Neji raised an eyebrow, smirk growing on his lips. "I have been since we came back here."

Kiba continued his wrist movement, adding a second finger.

“Well sorry I wasn’t given an aphrodisiac.” He said with a growled chuckle, tweaking Neji’s nipple again.

Neji's back bowed a little and he smirked, tugging his wrist away. "I'm sure you don't even need one," he said.

“Hmm, true.” Kiba said, adding a third finger. He wondered if Neji was even going to order him to do anything, pulling his fingers away when he was at his preferred level of stretched.

Neji shifted and moved over to settle between Kiba's legs. Without saying more, he lifted the other's legs, aligning himself with his entrance.

Kiba licked his lips in anticipation, fisting the sheets under him carefully. For now.

Neji smirked faintly before pushing forward and easing himself in. His smirk faded as the heat and tightness started to overwhelm him, not sure if he could keep his control for long and let Kiba adjust.

Whining eagerly Kiba tightened his entrance consciously, loving the feel of Neji pushing inside, forcing him open. The lick of pain only heightened his pleasure, his eyes closing as his back arched.

He loved this moment nearly as much as the actual fucking.

Neji groaned softly, closing his eyes and pausing for a second once he was in to the hilt, trying to regain his control. Once he felt he had, he opened his eyes again and looked down at Kiba.

He licked his lips as he rocked his hips back, thrusting forward again.

Kiba’s eyes remained closed, a wash of pleasure flushing his body as his back bowed even more, hands tightening.

Neji sped up his thrusts after a minute, not able to keep the steady pace anymore, grip tightening a little on Kiba's legs.

Kiba groaned, pulling with his clenched fists at the bed, his legs flexing and twitching in pleasure.

“Ahhh… Neji,” He moaned outright, clamping his walls down while a hand managed to untangle from the material it was puncturing, sliding over to grip at his erection and pump.

Neji narrowed his eyes slightly before letting go of Kiba's legs, moving his hands and pinning the other's wrists to the bed, both to be on the safe side. He leaned down and nipped at his lips.

"No touching," he muttered between thrusts, rolling his hips at a different angle.

Kiba made a more pleading whine, tilting his head to kiss at Neji’s lips while he wrapped his legs around the other’s waist. His hands flexed, tightening and relaxing spastically with the flashes of pleasure, rocking his hips to increase the friction.

Neji returned the kiss, tongue slipping out and into Kiba's mouth, exploring. He sped up his thrusts again, pounding into him, knowing he wouldn't last more than a minute longer.

Kiba shuddered as Neji went faster, deeper for the speed, tightening his legs to get him even further in, moaning. It felt good to be fucked again, fucked by Neji. He felt his lower gut clench, and whatever sounds he made were directed onto Neji’s hot tongue and soft lips as he came.

Neji groaned softly into the kiss, the constriction around his length pushing him over quickly, spilling deep into Kiba. His hips moved on their own as he rode out his orgasm.

Pulling back, he panted softly, half-hard member starting to grow again quickly.

Dropping back, panting, Kiba opened his eyes half way to look Neji over. His eyes widened a little at the other’s cock, already well on its way to another full blown erection.

“Neji, I don’t think even I can keep up with that pace.” He said in wonder.

Neji nodded slightly, biting his lip and silently wondering how much of this damn drug the missing-nin had put in the drink. It had to have been a lot; more than a normal dose, at least.

"...I'll be back," he said, starting to move off the bed.

Kiba made a noise, sitting up.

“Where are you going?”

Neji flushed lightly, having planned on just masturbating in the bathroom. He knew that Kiba wouldn't mind at all to watching, but it would make him feel a little uncomfortable.

"...bathroom."

“Why?” Kiba moved up more, onto his knees. “I’ll help you. It’s not like I have to have an erection to get you off.” He grinned at Neji, dropping onto all fours and moving towards the Hyuuga.

His flush deepened a little, cock swelling more at the sight. He hesitated for a second before moving further back on the bed.

Kiba settled before him on his knees, leaning in to kiss him, supporting his weight off the bed by sheer stomach muscle before letting himself sink down, hands flat and arms bent, ass in the air while he was presented with Neji’s full hardness.

“You know… you could have ordered me to do this. Or anything else you wanted.” Kiba said, eyes rolling up to Neji, leaving his mouth open and ready above his cockhead.

Neji leaned back a little, supporting himself with his arms and looking down at Kiba. He shivered a little in anticipation, muscles flexing.

"I was trying to be considerate, you know," he said. "Letting you rest for a few minutes."

Kiba smirked up at him now.

“You’re so kind, Neji.” He snickered. “But just because my dick doesn’t recover in seconds doesn’t mean I need to rest.” He slid down without further words, licking the dripping end teasingly.

Neji narrowed his eyes, barely resisting the urge to smack the Inuzuka, not bothering with a comment back. He bit his lip and took a breath through his nose, hands clenching slightly in the sheet.

Kiba couldn’t help but feel pleased. He couldn’t explain why bugging Neji was so fun. It just was. He latched onto the swollen length, suckling down from the cockhead until he was halfway along. He fisted the last few inches, gripping snugly while he swallowed convulsively.

Neji groaned softly, eyes fluttering a little and hips arching up from the bed. He gripped a little harder at the sheets, head falling back.

Kiba sucked harder, the sounds Neji making his cock begin to stir. He spread his legs a little, inching a hand back, wondering if Neji’s command of ‘no touching’ was still in affect while his hand slid past his stomach towards his growing erection.

Even if it was, Neji didn't notice, eyes slipping closed. He let out a soft, breathy whimper as the suction increased, pushing his release closer to the edge.

Kiba continued, making a low noise when his hand brushed his sensitive cock. He gripped himself tightly, moving his wrist as fast as he could without being obvious. He liked the idea of breaking the rules right under the rule maker’s nose. Almost as much as the thought of getting caught.

He brought his other hand to Neji’s sac, rolling gently.

Neji groaned, arching his hips up again, arms trembling slightly under his weight. His toes curled a little, biting his lip to keep in more sounds.

Squeezing tighter Kiba played his thumb across the slit, tightening his throat around Neji. He drew back until he held just the end in his mouth, mirroring how he held himself. He slid his tongue across the wet cockhead at the same time he rubbed at his own.

Neji shivered, enough in his right mind to lower himself all the way down instead of collapsing later. Feeling the pleasure curling tightly in his gut, he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Kiba licked further, suckling. His finger stopped moving, going back to pumping himself at a quick, shallow pace.

Neji let out a shuddering breath, hips and back arching up as his hands dug into the bed.

"Nnh, Kiba... More..."

Kiba grunted, growling happily as he sucked more, pleased at the sound he was drawing from Neji. He lifted his other hand from the boy’s sac, clamping it down on his shaft and pumping up to his lips and down, lapping at the slit.

Neji groaned, toes curling and digging into the bed, body trembling a little with his release.

Swallowing it down Kiba continued pumping, drawing back when he felt the hot fluid stop flowing. He severed the strand like he had earlier, licking his lip to clean off the smear of cum. He dropped his hand from his still hard cock, looking up at Neji with a tilted grin.

Neji panted softly, just lying there with his eyes closed to compose himself. His cock started stirring again and he whined, wondering how many more times this would happen.

He opened his eyes, forcing himself to sit up again.

Kiba pushed up with his arms, kissing Neji with a smirk.

“Wow, I’d like to get some of the stuff he fed you…” he said, tracing his fingers up the growing hardness.

Neji groaned softly, cock twitching at the light, teasing touch. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "These things are illegal, Kiba," he muttered.

“Yeah, now. If we got the recipe we could so sell it as an aphrodisiac.” Kiba said, kissing him again. His hand wrapped around Neji’s cock, pumping.

Neji shivered and returned the kiss, dropping the conversation; though he'd stop his idea if he brought it up again.

Kiba broke the kiss, letting go of Neji. He moved up, pushing at Neji’s legs until he was straddling him comfortably. He slid an arm around Neji’s neck, reinitiating the kiss while his free hand gripped both their lengths.

Neji groaned into the kiss, eyes slipping closed. He brought up one arm, wrapping it around Kiba and resting his hand just below his neck.

Slowly moving his hand Kiba nibbled at Neji’s lips, moving down to his jaw. He played with some of Neji’s long hair, slicking his tongue down Neji’s neck to his collar where he stopped to suck lightly.

Neji bit the inside of his lip, tilting his head back a little. He breathed shallowly through his nose, hips arching as much as they could under Kiba's weight.

Kiba bit down, hard enough for a little pain as well as to leave yet another mark. He increased his hand, rocking his own hips. He could feel his release start to build, the familiar sensation growing in his gut.

Neji gasped, the pain shooting right to his groin and making his hips buck up.

"Fuck..." he hissed out, hands curling slightly into the bed and against his skin.

Kiba bit down a little harder, encouraged by the reaction. He wondered if he could take Neji’s words to be an order. He slid his other hand down from Neji’s hair, over his back and to his backside, sliding clawed fingertips carefully down his cleft.

Neji groaned, his whole body arching up a little into Kiba's. He moved his hand up into Kiba's hair, gripping and tugging to bring him up for a kiss.

Gripping tighter Kiba allowed himself to be brought up to Neji’s lips, kissing him passionately while he slid his hand faster along their hot lengths. His other hand gripped at one soft globe, flexing his fingers.

Neji deepened the kiss, a soft moan getting completely muffled and swallowed by it. His cock twitched slightly, clear precum forming at the tip and starting to drip down.

Kiba pushed for dominance, slicking his tongue across Neji’s while tightening his hand, running his thumb across both their cockheads on the upward stroke, moaning as he felt that his release was close.

Neji pressed back, running his tongue back against Kiba's before reluctantly letting Kiba control the kiss. He let out a short whimper, hips arching up again as he came.

Neji’s pleasure pushed Kiba over the edge, pouring his heated rapture against Neji’s stomach and cock, nipping at his lip harshly as he came.

Neji moaned softly, shivering as he felt arousal flip in his stomach again. He pulled back from the kiss, opening his eyes and glancing down. He felt a little relieved at seeing himself staying limp, but he doubted that would last for too long; he could feel the drug still working, though it was faint compared to before.

Kiba panted, dropping his head against Neji’s shoulder. He relaxed, feeling a sheen of sweat along his body from the exertion. He moved his hands from their respective places, holding onto Neji loosely.