A Fatalistic Series of Events

Neji closed his eyes again, relaxing a little. He moved his own hand back down onto the bed, supporting himself up better. Swallowing, he tried to clear his mind completely, not wanting anything to trigger another erection.

Kiba slowed his breathing, his heart rate slowing along with his breaths.

“Neji… we done?” He asked, feeling the wash of pleasant tiredness just at the edge, able to be kept at bay or allowed to cover his body.

"...I think so," Neji said quietly. "At least with the sex." He opened his eyes and looked at Kiba, smirking.

Kiba laughed lowly, tightening his hold on Neji.

“Good.” He felt the stickiness of their fun when he shifted, flinching. He felt content, tired but comfortable on Neji’s lap. He didn’t want to get up and get a towel just yet.

Neji let him stay like this and rest for another minute or so before saying, "Kiba, bring me to the bathroom and clean me off."

Kiba had to think for a few moments before he laughed outright. He pulled back, pecking Neji on the lips before sliding off his lap.

“Sure thing, princess.” He said with a snicker, moving until he was standing beside the bed. He leaned over, picking Neji up bridal style.

Neji rolled his eyes, leaning into him so there was less of a chance he'd fall. He reached up and flicked at his nose like you would to a disobedient dog.

"And no using that name," he said, smirk widening a little.

Kiba smirked back with a hint of fang, heading into the bathroom.

“Yes, ma’am.” He put Neji down on the countertop, reaching for a towel and wetting it under the sink.

"Kiba," he started in warning, "the no teasing rule is still in place." He really just didn't want this last night away from Konoha to be spoiled.

Kiba pouted at him, wiping the most obvious stains from his front before moving on to Neji.

“Fine, fine; no teasing.” He complied, running the towel over Neji’s stomach, moving down to swipe at the skin sparse inches from Neji’s currently overactive manhood.

"Good boy," he said, smirking again.

Neji shivered, both from the sensation on still sensitive skin and that it was cold compared to his own body heat.

Kiba grinned, pleased despite himself. He continued to wash Neji, avoiding the other’s cock for as long as possible, hoping it would allow Neji to steel himself against the sensation of the rough towel.

Neji closed his eyes, centering himself and clearing his mind, glad that the drug was weak enough by now that he could control it somewhat.

"When you're done, I'd like to take a bath. And then you can fully clean up."

Kiba nodded and rubbed the towel across Neji’s limp cock, stroking his balls with the other. He didn’t bother with swiping at Neji’s entrance since he hadn’t taken this time around. When he was done he grinned, leaning up to kiss at Neji’s lips.

“All clean.” He turned away, kneeling and starting the bath.

Neji blinked open his eyes, smiling lightly when Kiba turned away. He waited until he thought the bath was mostly full then slipped off the counter, standing up and walking over.

Kiba sat back, looking up at Neji as he walked over. He grinned up at the other, waving a hand at the bath.

“It’s ready…” He had been prepared to add one of his usual teasing names, but only just remembered the rules. His grin shifted into a pout as he held back on the name calling.

His lips twitched slightly at Kiba's expression, moving forward and stepping into the tub. He gathered up his hair before sitting, letting it fall out of the bath again.

"You can join me if you want, after you clean."

Kiba’s lips twitched into a grin again, standing and moving to the sink. He used a new towel to wash himself, cleaning off his hands, stomach, groin and ass thoroughly.

When he turned his eyes were caught by the lustrous fall of hair, reaching the floor easily. He moved forward, sitting down cross-legged, facing Neji. His hands reached out, gently running through Neji’s hair.

Neji tensed at the touch, not expecting it, before relaxing again, slipping a little further into the water. He closed his eyes and released a soft sigh.

Kiba paused when Neji tensed, resuming only when he relaxed again. He liked Neji’s hair, it was thick and soft and shiny. He started weaving it through his fingers, making small knots that fell apart as soon as he let go.

Neji's lips curled into a smile. He was enjoying this treatment; he hadn't really had his hair played with since his parents were alive. Of course, Hanabi had tried when she was four, but that had definitely not been pleasant.

Kiba stilled his hands, closing his eyes. He could remember Hinata one time had told him that she sometimes wanted long hair so that she could play with it, braiding being one of the simple things she’d walked him through. He’d gotten lost when she tried talking him through a French braid.

He opened his eyes, not quite remembering but then, there wasn't a lot of hair to practice on while he remembered.

Neji opened his eyes, tilting his head back to look at Kiba. "You stopped because?"

Kiba looked up at him slyly, taking three locks of hair in his hands.

“Trying to remember something. Why, is it an order to not stop?” He snickered, beginning to overlap the locks. He quickly realized he had it wrong as it was only twisting the hair, not weaving it like it was supposed to.

"Mm, no," he said, smirking slightly. "But it's enjoyable." He eased his back to normal, not wanting to accidentally tug and pull out some of his hair.

Kiba laughed, trying again. This time he succeeded in getting it to stay, but it wasn’t a braid. He pulled at the tangle of hair he’d created gently before trying again. This repeated until he’d finally gotten it right, growling happily as he began braiding Neji’s hair as far as he could go, switching to another bit of hair when that was done. He could see improvement by the fourth braid.

Neji flinched a couple times as Kiba pulled at a knot he'd created but eventually relaxed more. By the time Kiba was on the sixth braid, he had slipped into a light doze.

Kiba continued until he’d braided half of Neji’s hair. Growing bored with the regular braid he backtracked, braiding the braids, humming lowly as he heard Neji’s breathing slow down. Eventually he grew bored of that to, dropping the braids and lifting the other half of Neji’s hair. He breathed in deeply, smelling the products Neji used as well as Neji himself.

Faintly, so light he wouldn’t have recognized it if not for his familiarity with it, he could smell himself. He smiled, running his hands through the hair a few more times before standing. He moved to the side of the tub, climbing in eagerly.

Neji let out a deep breath, stirring and blinking open his eyes at the loss of contact. Spotting Kiba climbing in, he smirked a little and scooted up more, making room for Kiba so it wouldn't be uncomfortable.

Kiba grinned, sitting back with his arms propped on the sides of the tub.

“You’re awake.” He inhaled the steam, relaxing as the warmth flooded him.

Neji smirked and nodded. He lifted a hand up and touched his hair, feeling all the braids. "You're taking these out before we sleep," he said.

“But I wanted to see half your hair all curly.” Kiba said with a snicker, stretching his legs out a little and brushing against Neji.

"Too bad. You're not going to see any of it be curly," he said, dropping his hand back into the water and relaxing back more.

“One day Neji. One day.” Kiba said with a laugh. He looked at Neji with half lidded eyes, considering. His lips twitched as he decided to go for it, sitting up fully and leaning over, reaching for Neji. He slid an arm over his shoulders and pulled him slowly to him, careful to keep his long hair as dry as possible, using his other arm to help as he maneuvered Neji around until they sat back to chest. He put Neji’s hair over his own shoulder and let it trail over the edge again.

Neji tensed automatically, a small sound of protest escaping him. He tilted his head to look at Kiba, frowning a little before giving a sigh.

"Warn me next time," he said, settling back against him, between his legs.

Wrapping his arms around Neji, Kiba nuzzled the skin behind his ear.

“If I did I wouldn’t get to do half of what I get away with.” He murmured, kissing the shell of his ear.

Neji rolled his eyes before closing them, lips curling a little into a smirk. "You might be surprised."

Kiba grinned, lowering his face to Neji’s neck.

“Alright, then can I give you a hickey?” He refrained from mentioning the other marks he’d already left.

Neji let out a small chuckle, resting his head back.

"As long as it won't be visible when I wear my clothes," he said. "Or you don't mind getting me off again if I become hard."

Kiba growled happily, so low it was almost a purr.

“I like pleasuring you.” He latched onto his collar, nibbling and licking. His hands traced Neji’s belly under the water, feeling along his supple muscles.

"Good," he said, "because I like being pleasured."

Neji let his body relax more, almost compliant in Kiba's grasp.

Kiba switched to suckling, caressing at Neji’s lower stomach, skimming his nails over the soft hair that led downward. He could feel himself stirring, his tired cock attempting to rise and suppressed it, just enjoying the feel of Neji.

Neji shivered slightly, muscles twitching under the touches. He took a deep breath, letting it out his nose as he moved a hand, tracing it up one of Kiba's legs.

Kiba’s leg flexed under Neji’s touch, leaning towards his hand. He lowered his own hand, palming Neji’s sac and rolling it gently in the water.

“Mmm…” He let go of Neji’s skin, lapping at the mark he’d left.

Neji groaned softly, fingers digging and squeezing at Kiba's thigh lightly. His dick twitched, starting to swell, the direct touch pushing him over the edge from being able to control it.

Kiba made a soft sound in his throat, pressing against Neji more. His leg shifted against the hand, the feel of Neji hardening making him start to react as well. He bit at the mark, the red a target for his teeth on Neji’s white skin.

Neji let out a soft gasp, the slight pain pushing up the pleasure. His back arched up slightly, ass pushing back against Kiba's groin at the same time.

Kiba groaned against Neji’s skin, rocking his hips slightly. He let go of the warm balls, instead gripping the hot shaft, stroking slowly under the still warm water.

Neji rolled his hips up into the hand, the rest of his body sagging back against Kiba. A small shiver pulled at his spine and he gave another quiet moan.

Kiba’s free arm wrapped around Neji’s waist, his hand stroking at a steady, slow pace. He abandoned the mark he’d left, instead moving to nuzzle Neji at the back of his jaw, kissing along the bone.

Opening his eyes, Neji turned his head and captured Kiba's lips with his own. He nipped at his lips, snaking his tongue out and into his mouth.

Kiba kissed back, rubbing his palm into Neji’s cockhead before picking up his stroking again, a little faster.

Neji groaned, hips arching up and pumping with Kiba's hand. He shuddered as he rocked back against Kiba's hardness. He broke the kiss, panting softly.

"Hnm... Kiba... Fuck me," he murmured.

“Is that an order?” Kiba said with a grin, squeezing his hand. He rocked his own hips, rubbing against Neji’s lower back, his cock more than willing and ready.

Another groan caught in his throat, hips pushing forward again. His eyes narrowed a little and he leaned up, nipping at his lips.

"Would it matter if it was or not?" he countered.

“If it was an order I’ll do my best to be gentle and loving, but if it’s a request I’ll fuck you till you scream.” He said with a grin, kissing him as he began sliding Neji away from him, intent on getting out of the bathwater.

Neji flushed a little, cock twitching at the idea. He reluctantly scooted away, letting Kiba do as he planned.

"...just make sure I'll be able to walk tomorrow," he said after a few seconds. "I won't be carried back to Konoha."

Kiba leaned forward, kissing Neji between the shoulder blades before he stood up, stepping out of the bath.

“Sir, yes, sir.” He grinned down at him, hands on the rim of the tub as he leaned over to kiss Neji’s temple. “Once you get out of the tub.” He continued, laughing.

Neji rolled his eyes before smirking, lifting a hand up and placing it on Kiba's head, using him a crutch to stand up and step out.

Kiba immediately pressed against him, arms slipping around his waist, brushing erection to erection. He kissed at Neji’s throat, hands drifting down to grip and fondle his ass.

Neji groaned, hands gripping at Kiba's shoulders. He arched his neck, eyes slipping closed to half-mast.

Sliding a finger inside without warning Kiba bit at one of the marks he’d left, rocking his hips.

He inhaled sharply, spine arching slightly and eyes squeezing shut. He shuddered, hips rolling forward then back again.

Growling Kiba bit harder, moving his finger in and out quickly. He kept moving his hips, growling deeper and deeper as he rubbed against Neji, adding a second finger.

Neji whimpered softly, muscles quivering and clenching at the treatment. He tightened his grip on Kiba's shoulders, nails digging in slightly.

Kiba continued moving his fingers, quick and brutal but stretching him thoroughly. He let up on the bite when he could taste the hint of blood signaling just another thin layer of skin would spill it, moving to a different mark and latching on there.

Neji swallowed thickly, mouth dry. He groaned, body twisting as Kiba's fingers grazed close enough to his prostate to feel, but not actually touching.

"K-Kiba..."

Kiba ignored him, biting hard and drawing back, a third finger slipping in. He lapped at Neji’s throat again, pushing his fingers in and out teasingly.

Neji pushed back into his fingers, wanting more contact, more pressure. He leaned his head over, nipping at Kiba's ear.

Kiba made a low noise, biting down over Neji’s pulse-point, inhaling deeply. He could feel when Neji was loose enough, sliding his fingers out. He let go of the bite he held, licking at the little trickling hurt he’d inflicted, petting at Neji’s backside in apology for the blood.

Neji made a noise in his throat of surprise, fingers digging more into Kiba. He panted softly, opening his eyes, and rolled his hips forward, rubbing against Kiba.

Encouraged, Kiba drew away from Neji, kissing him lightly, nudging him to turn around while moving so that they would be facing the tub.

Neji returned the kiss, swallowing back a protest at the loss of contact. He complied and turned around, body feeling light and thrumming in anticipation.

Kiba stepped behind him, lifting Neji’s heavy hair and sliding it over his shoulder before pressing against him fully. His hands then dropped, slipping over Neji’s hips, reaching forward to grip his hands, directing them to the tubs side.

Neji gripped the edge of the tub, bending forward a little before glancing back at the Inuzuka.

"Wouldn't... Wouldn't this be easier against a wall or... something instead?"

“Yes. But I want you this way.” He gripped Neji’s hips, pushing inside without further words.

Neji let out a small cry as he was stretched and filled so suddenly, eyes closing and back arching downwards.

Kiba pulled back, ramming in. He started a rhythm, beginning fast and deep and not letting up, leaning forward to start licking and nipping at Neji’s skin again.

Neji tightened his grip on the tub, breath catching at some of the thrusts, sounds locking up in his throat and then released. He rocked back, trying to change the angle, knowing it could feel a lot more pleasurable.

Kiba bit down on Neji’s shoulder, pulling on his hips to help with the angle Neji wanted. His hand slipped beyond Neji’s hip, leaving one to hold him while the other gripped Neji’s erection tightly.

Neji moaned, muscles tightening and quivering. His pleasure heightened, breath shortening a little, knowing he wouldn't last much longer.

Thrusting faster and pumping his hand Kiba felt his own release building as Neji tightened around him. He grunted, letting up on his bite as the pleasure built, knowing he could easily draw much more than a trickle from Neji’s skin.

Neji bit his lip, suppressing another moan. He shivered with a low whine, spine arching sharply as a thrust right against his sweet spot shoved him over the edge, releasing his hot seed.

Kiba grunted, Neji’s entrance convulsing around him as he continued to move. The hot friction sent him over the edge a few thrusts after Neji came, filling him up with his seed while he moaned lowly.

Neji gulped in air, trying to calm his pulse and heartbeat. His arms trembled slightly as he kept holding himself up on the edge of the tub, not wanting to fall face first into the water.

Kiba panted, slumping forward. His arms slid around Neji, holding him as he softened.

“Mmm, this night’s been fun…” He mumbled with a tired laugh.

Neji opened his eyes, pushing himself up a little more with a soft grunt. "Kiba, get off," he muttered. "You're heavy."

“You’re not exactly feather light yourself.” Kiba said with another laugh, nuzzling at Neji before he pulled out, stepping back. He turned, reaching for the last towel and using a clean spot on himself.

Neji bit his lip lightly, letting out a sigh through his nose. He straightened up before turning around and waiting to use the towel.

Kiba handed the towel over, moving to the tub.

“You’re done right?” He asked, bent over the railing and about to pull the plug before he thought to ask, looking over his shoulder at Neji.

Neji grabbed the towel, folding the used part before wiping down his front. He nodded at the question, his hand moving under and starting to clean himself out.

He felt relieved that he wasn't feeling much of anything from the drug now.

Kiba pulled the plug, straightening when he heard the sound of draining water.

“Man Neji, how many times did we come tonight? That drug is strong.” Kiba said as he stretched, yawning.

"Yes, and you didn't have any in your system," Neji said, rolling his eyes. He just dropped the towel to the floor when he thought he was as clean as it would get him.

Kiba grinned, speaking with amusement and pride.

“Yeah, well I did have to wait a few minutes more than you after each time.”

"It wasn't that long of a wait," he said, smirking. He started heading back into the other room, walking back into the bedroom. He picked up his sleeping yukata, slipping it on.

Kiba followed behind, shameless of his nudity as he crawled onto the bed, getting comfortable on his back, one leg propped up. His hands came behind his head as he relaxed.

“Makes you wonder what would have happened if I’d had some.”

"I'd rather not find that out," he said as he climbed on the bed on the other side. "And you're still taking out my braids before you get too relaxed and fall asleep."

Kiba smirked, sitting up.

“You wouldn’t be walking, that’s for sure.” He snickered, moving towards the other across the covers.

Neji snorted softly, settling on the bed comfortably, sitting up. "That's one of the reasons. I like being able to walk."

“Aww and what’re the other reasons?” Kiba asked, beginning to unwind the hair. He sat cross-legged behind Neji as he did it.

"Mm, I wouldn't be surprised if it went past dawn and I like my sleep as well," Neji said, relaxing his shoulders a little.

Kiba continued his work, unable to keep from running his fingers through the soft locks every now and then.

“Mmm, one day. We can take a vacation and party.” He grinned at the idea as he un-twined a braid made of three braids.

"...Maybe," he said, hesitating for a second, and closed his eyes. He doubted Kiba meant anything by it, but he couldn't help think back to the night before and their discussion.

“Hey Neji, we could always go get a massage.” Kiba continued heedless of the other’s pause. “I’m sure a full-body is somewhere in Konoha.” He snickered.

Neji smirked, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind. "All Hyuuga's know how to give a massage."

Kiba tugged at one of Neji’s braids lightly, snorting.

“You tell me this now? Man, I love getting massages.” He resumed his un-braiding, pouting at the hair.

Neji chuckled lightly, opening his eyes and turning his head a little to look at him from the corner of his eye.

"Hinata hasn't ever mentioned it?" he asked. He knew his cousin would be too shy to outright ask someone if they wanted one unless it was for medical reasons, but he knew she was good at them.

Kiba broke out into a grin, his pout melting away.

“It’s a good thing she didn’t. I would have forced her into giving me one and tried to seduce her.” He didn’t feel awkward telling Neji this. Neji knew what he was like and should know what he’d want if he had someone rubbing their hands over his body. “You on the other hand would break my neck as easy as work the kinks out if I tried to bully you into it.”

"And you better not try that when we get back home or you will have to worry about your neck," he said smoothly, still not losing his smirk.

“Try what?” Kiba asked innocently. “Seducing you or seducing Hinata?”

"Hinata, you idiot," Neji said, rolling his eyes. "We've already had sex so why would I care about that?"

“Because I could do it in public?” Kiba said with a toothy grin, working on the second to last braid.

"That I would mind and you know why," he said, not really wanting to get into that again. "But otherwise you can try and seduce me all you want."

“Only try?” Kiba said with mock hurt as he came towards the end of Neji’s last braid. “You’ll never give into me again?” He finished pulling apart the braid, running his hands through Neji’s hair unhindered.

Neji closed his eyes again, reveling in the feeling. "Depends on how you go about seducing me."

“Sorry if I don’t think you’re the roses and chocolate type.” Kiba said, continuing to run his hands through the soft hair. “Is there even a way to seduce you?”

"Mm, yes. But I'm not going to just tell you," Neji said, chuckling softly.

“Is it something I could ever find out?” Kiba said, almost braiding Neji’s hair again as he continued stroking his fingers through it. “Like, it’s not something I’ll never even think to try?” He paused, a thought coming to him.

“Is it chocolate?”

Neji snorted and leaned back into Kiba, tilting his head back to look at him. "Giving me chocolate won't get you in my pants," he said, smirking a little. "But it wouldn't hurt either."

“Hmm, would it make you forgive me whenever I piss you off?” Kiba asked, running his nails lightly over Neji’s scalp before continuing into the black tresses down his back. He pouted at another thought. “It better not be getting a massage.”

"No; to both."

Neji closed his eyes again, relaxing back against him, idly wondering why he felt so comfortable with Kiba. "We should probably get to sleep," he said. "We have the journey back and the report to give tomorrow."

Kiba pulled his hands away abruptly, not yet moving to his side.

“Yeah, you’re right… is there something that would make you not pissed at me?”

"Not doing anything that would piss me off?" He sat up straight again, turning around. "Apologizing might work, too."

Kiba gave him a look.

“I have apologized and I have no idea what pisses you off half the time.” He moved to his side of the bed, not caring about finding any clothes as he sat back, closing his eyes. “But enough about that. One day I shall find out what makes you melt, and you shall be mine.” He grinned to himself, snickering deviously.

Neji held his tongue, not wanting to start an argument about that again. He laid down, sliding under the covers.

"Maybe," he said, lips twitching a little as he settled down into the bed.

“Ha, there is no maybe. It will happen. You wait.” Kiba yawned, surprised to discover he was actually cold. Maybe all the energy he’d burned and washed away had been what kept him naturally warm. He shrugged internally, climbing under the covers.

"I will," he murmured, closing his eyes and relaxing his body more, pushing himself faster to sleep.

Kiba yawned again, turned onto his side and slid as close to Neji as he could get without touching. The day had been exhausting and he suddenly remembered that moment in the club, when Neji hadn’t been at his side and anxiety was growing like a rampant plant through his veins, rooted in his stomach. It made him want to hold onto him, but he also remembered Neji’s hatred of cuddling. He relaxed, easing himself with the scent and heat of Neji, if not the feel.