A Fatalistic Series of Events

“Come on Nanao… just a little drinky?” Kiba said, not yet slurring but talking slower than normal. He was sitting on a couch, offering Neji a cup of the drink he’d been nursing since Mitsuki handed it to him. Well, it was about the fourth refill, but the same cup.

Neji frowned a little, looking down at the cup before back at Kiba. "No thanks," he said. "I'm fine without any."

“Nanao, I didn’t know you were such a good girl.” Mitsuki said, sipping from her own cup. Kiba slid his free arm over Neji’s shoulders, narrowing his eyes at Mitsuki as he sipped from his own.

“Nuthin’ wrong with bein’ good.”

Neji forced on a smile and shook his head. "I do drink sometimes, I'd just rather make sure we get back safe."

Before either Kiba or Mitsuki could comment, a drink was being held in front of Neji.

“Mitsuki, this is where you ran off to?” Arashi spoke with a chuckle, sipping his own as he waited for Neji to take the drink. “I have some connections in this town, so no need to worry Nanao. Live a little.”

Neji blinked, eyes trailing up before locking onto his face. He released a sigh and reluctantly took the offered drink.

“Good girl.” Arashi said, sitting beside Mitsuki, draping an arm over her shoulders the way Kiba was to Neji. Kiba pouted, slipping his arm down to Neji’s waist and taking a deep drink.

“So you’re Mitsuki’s man, eh? Didn’t see you at all yesterday.” Kiba spoke, waving his drink a little. Arashi smiled, sipping from his.

“She’s a little upset with me, since I’m leaving.”

Neji just awkwardly held the glass, not really wanting to drink from it. But he knew he couldn't seem that out of place, so he brought it up to his lips and took a small sip.

"Well, you're not leaving that soon, right?" he asked after.

“Is it bad Nanao? It’s one of the finer drinks being served tonight.” Arashi said, drinking a little more from his own.

“He’s leaving me behind when he does leave.” Mitsuki said bitterly. Kiba raised an eyebrow, leaning is head against Neji’s shoulder.

Neji shook his head. "No, it's fine," he said. He glanced at Kiba for a second, but didn't say anything and just looked back over at the other two. "Why can't you go together?"

“Drink up Nanao, celebrate. A kind of going away party.” Arashi said, drinking from his own. “I think I might have found a village. I still have to get word back, but it looks like this time next week I’ll be long gone.”

“He won’t take me because of some stupid ninja thing. The village he’s going to is full of them, apparently.” Kiba nuzzled Neji’s shoulder, eyes half mast.

“Ninja’s are dangerous, right Nanao?”

Neji nodded, bringing his free hand up and playing with a bit of Kiba's hair. "They are," he said after taking another drink. "I know my family has been attacked by some before."

Kiba fully closed his eyes, breathing in deeply.

“So that’s why I’m leaving Mitsuki behind. She wouldn’t fair well.” Mitsuki snorted, tilting her head back and drinking the rest in one go.

"It's a good idea, as hard as it might be," Neji said. "They can be vicious."

“They only attack those they’re ordered to attack! You all act like they’re crazy wild animals or something.” Mitsuki said, angrily standing to get another drink. Kiba opened one eye.

“Sweet girl.” He nuzzled Neji more, appreciating him in light of Mitsuki. Even Neji at his most pissy was better than her. Arashi sighed, drinking the last of his and standing.

“I’ll get us all more drinks.”

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Hours later, Neji was leaning against Kiba, a third half-finished drink in his hand.

“I think Nanao’s… a little drunk.” Kiba whispered to Arashi in a conspiring manner. Arashi chuckled, still level headed. Kiba was only a little tipsy, his drink being less potent then what Arashi had given Neji.

“Would you like me to walk you back to your hotel?”

“Naw, naw, we got it…” Kiba said, standing only a little unsteady on his feet and really it was only because he’d held onto Neji as he did it. “Or I got it, whichever…” He said, laughing a little as he began walking away, arm around Neji’s waist as he headed for and out the door.

Neji dropped his glass as he was pulled to his feet. He continued leaning against Kiba, tracing his fingers up the other's arm, smiling slightly.

“Why’re you more drunk then me anyway?” Kiba asked with a light giggle, leaning back against Neji until he staggered. “I drank more!”

"Mm-nmm," he murmured. "Don't norm'ly drink."

“You’re a lightweight…” Kiba teased, pausing in his steps to nuzzle Neji’s neck. “Poor widdle Nejnej can’t hold his drinky!” He giggled against said male’s ear.

Neji frowned as he had to stop, ending up a half-pout. "At-at least I can handle my horm'nes," he countered.

“Ey, Nejnej, you lo~ove me.” Kiba countered, licking his ear along the shell.

Neji shivered, letting out a small, almost unnoticeable whimper as the wet touch sent tingles through his body.

“See? Lo~ove.” Kiba laughed, starting to walk again. They were already almost to the hotel, might as well make it there before one of them passed out. “You love me, Nejinejnej. No denying.” Kiba continued as they entered the lobby, luckily low enough that no one caught the name.

"Nnm, I don'..." he muttered, shaking his head a little then deciding that was a bad idea as he got a little dizzy. "I jus' love what you do."

Kiba directed them into the elevator, not noticing the lack of the usual maid or bellhop. He pulled out the keycard, pushing the floor number with the corner before turning on Neji.

“I know; what I do is awesome, right?” He said as he pinned Neji to the wall with his body. He felt the floor shudder minutely as the elevator began climbing, dipping his head and sucking at Neji’s neck.

Neji moaned softly, tipping his head back against the wall. He automatically wrapped his arms around Kiba's waist and closed his eyes.

Kiba slid both hands behind Neji, gripping at his ass through the dress, the keycard slipping from his fingers.

“Nejnej, you’re too hot, you know?” Kiba said as he let go of the other’s neck with a pop, sliding his hands up a bit, pulling the dress higher. He kissed the mark he’d left.

Neji shivered, hands gripping lightly at the red jacket. He only managed to get out Kiba's name, his arousal and intoxication making his head light and swimming.

Kiba moved to attack one side of Neji’s jaw, taking advantage of his tipped back head.

Neji let out a shaky breath, pressing against him and not noticing the elevator door sliding open with a bing.

Kiba’s attention was drawn to the noise, letting go of Neji’s jaw, leaving a mark lighter than the other. He smirked, drawing his hands back from Neji’s backside to rest on his hips.

“We’re here, sweet Neji.” He licked at the tip of Neji’s nose affectionately, suddenly remembering the keycard. He glanced down, seeing it at their feet. His smirk grew as he lowered himself down, kissing at Neji as he went until he was on his knees, hand grabbing the card while he leaned close to the other’s groin, eyes rolled up to Neji.

Neji opened his eyes at the loss of warmth and dipped his head, hazy eyes trailing down and watching Kiba. He barely bit back a groan, face flushing more over what the alcohol had caused.

"Kiba..."

Standing without touching the other Kiba grasped Neji’s arm, smiling.

“Yeah?” He saw the doors begin to swing shut and tugged gently, beginning to lead them out of the elevator.

Neji lost his footing for a second before following him. He swallowed, thinned blood humming in his veins with anticipation and adrenaline.

Kiba’s arm was around Neji’s waist without thinking, stopping and swaying in front of their door. He swiped the keycard, only to be met with silence. He narrowed his eyes and did it again. Before he could attack the door he noticed he had the keycard facing the wrong way.

“…Damn doors…” He mumbled as he flipped the card, distracted from Neji by the complexities of unlocking a hotel lock.

Getting a little impatient, Neji leaned over and tugged gently at the side of Kiba's shirt collar, licking up his neck.

Kiba shivered, almost missing the lock as he swiped the card down. It beeped approvingly, flashing green as he opened the door and walked in, dragging Neji behind before closing the door.

Neji let himself be pulled in, continuing forward even when Kiba stopped to close the door. He pressed into the other, trailing somewhat sloppy kisses over his neck and face.

Kiba moved his arms to hold the other, kissing back. He pressed forward, getting more and more aroused as he let his hands wander down again, his hardness bulging the slacks he wore.

Moaning softly, Neji wound his arms around Kiba's neck, pushing more and almost grinding against him. His eyes slipped closed again, not able to keep open and just wanting to feel.

Kiba flexed his fingers, squeezing at Neji’s ass before shoving the dress up, pushing at the material until it was bunched around Neji’s waist. He slid his hand back, keeping one at Neji’s hip, slipping under the soft material Neji was wearing, groping at one smooth cheek.

“Neji, you’re sexy,” Kiba whispered, moving his hand over, running a finger down the cleft, “and hot,” He kissed the other, circling the hot opening with a forefinger, “and I can’t believe you ever said yes to me fucking you.”

Neji shivered a little as the cool air rushed over his arousal with the motion, panties bulging and getting damp. He let out a small whimper at the teasing, pushing back.

"Kiba," he breathed. "Stop talkin'."

Kiba growled happily, pulling his hands back and pushing at Neji to get him to walk further into the room.

“I’ll stop talkin’ when I’ve got you on the bed and ready.”

Neji tried not to protest and complied, moving back until his back hit the wall and door separating the two rooms. His hands moved back, sliding over the door and fumbling a little to get it open.

Kiba chuckled, pushing both of them through the door once it was open. When they reached the bed he let Neji fall back, pausing to slip the slacks off his hips followed closely by his boxers. Looking up, he forgot about the blazer and dress shirt and crawled onto the bed and over Neji, kissing him deeply.

Neji groaned into the kiss, returning it eagerly as his hands buried themselves in Kiba's blazer then moved up into his hair.

Kiba’s hands skimmed over Neji’s body, having the urge to tear the dress to shreds. He picked at it, the urge growing as he pushed it up Neji’s body. He pulled away, placing his hands on Neji’s hips and sliding down, kissing his stomach.

“Take it off before I rip it apart.” He growled, slipping his thumbs under the band of the underwear stretching across Neji’s hips. He moved further down, impatient to keep touching and licking the other.

Neji bit his lip, stomach muscles quivering at the attention. He struggled to not just lay there, enjoy, and not care, but a small spark of sobriety said the dress couldn't be ruined.

He shifted and arched and moved as he tried to tug it off, flinging the red thing who-knows-where after.

Kiba glanced up, seeing the bra and snickering. He looked down, noticing that he wore matching panties. He felt his laughter increasing as well as his cock twitch at the sight.

“Nice panties… and bra.” Kiba couldn’t help saying, moving up Neji’s body with loving kisses and licks, reaching behind Neji and expertly unsnapping the bra.

Neji flushed a little but was otherwise able to ignore the comment easily. For a second, he wondered how Kiba knew how to easily unhook a bra then, remembering his reputation, figured that he'd fucked a good amount of girls too.

And for some reason those thoughts displeased him so he pushed them away as he pushed himself up, pressing a demanding kiss to his mouth with a growled, "Mine."

Kiba was surprised by Neji’s sudden possession, tossing the bra away with a casual flick. He smirked, pushing Neji down with his body.

“I can only be yours if you become mine.” He said huskily, kissing Neji with as much demand as he’d used before. He began grinding his bared erection into Neji’s still covered one, rubbing the material of the wool blazer against his chest as Kiba wrapped his arms around Neji.

Neji moaned, arching up into him, liking the scratch of the wool on his bare skin. His eyes slipped closed and wrapped his arms around Kiba's neck, threading his hands into the short hair.

Kiba rolled his hips down, the friction soon not enough. He pulled back, taking one hand back and sliding Neji’s panties down, groaning as their erections were allowed to touch. He pulled fully away, maneuvering the last bit of Neji’s clothing off and to the floor. He sat back, straddling Neji, gripping both of their erections together and pumping.

Neji sucked in a breath, biting his lip lightly. He let out a moan through his nose, hands falling back down onto the bed and hips rolling up.

Kiba continued to pump, groaning himself at the feel of Neji’s hot shaft pressed against his own. He moved his free hand back, arching and stretching while he probed at Neji’s entrance.

Neji tensed, biting down harder on his lip before letting his mouth fall open just a little. He relaxed again and spread his legs slightly. He opened his eyes and moved his hands, pressing and petting up Kiba's legs.

Kiba moaned, feeling a tightness coiling in his gut. He leaned forward, sliding even more flush against Neji as he sank a finger inside him, stretching quickly.

Neji let out a husky moan, rolling his hips back then up again. His hands stilled, resting and gripping lightly at Kiba's thighs.

Moving his hips minutely back and forth Kiba pushed a second finger in, wondering if he’d even last long enough to enter Neji. It just felt so good what he was doing now, his hand moving even faster over the two hard cocks.

Neji's eyes slipped closed again and he whimpered softly, wanting more, needing more. "Haa, Kiba," he murmured.

Kiba teased his third finger around the hole, his hand slowing down as he concentrated on easing it in without hurting Neji.

Neji swallowed and let out a shaky breath, squirming and pushing down and up. He didn't care much about anything but the pleasure, alcohol still making his mind hazy and incautious.

Kiba continued pumping only for the sake of distracting Neji, using his three fingers to stretch him hurriedly.

Letting out another shuddering breath, Neji opened his eyes, locking them on Kiba. He absently licked his lips, arching a little.

"Kiba-aah, f-fuck it, jus' take me."

“Y-you sure?” Kiba panted, scrutinizing the one under him. “I’d hate to break you after I just got you.” The last part was teasing as he let go, pulling his hand away and moving back, hooking Neji’s legs.

He bit back a whimper at the loss, knowing that only something better would come. He nodded, panting softly. "You know I won't," he muttered as he flexed his legs.

Kiba nodded, lifting a hand to brush across the mark he’d left on Neji’s neck.

“Mine.” He said with affection before pulling back and grasping the leg again, positioning himself and beginning to push in, allowing Neji to get used to him as he slid inside.

Neji shivered, giving a small groan and melting back into the bed. His hands gripped at the sheets as he rocked back, impaling himself further, not wanting to wait.

Kiba shuddered, the last few inches suddenly engulfing him. He couldn’t resist for long, giving up on being careful and beginning to slam in and out of the tight heat.

Neji cried out, melding into a moan and fingers digging deeper into the sheets. He closed his eyes and tried moving back against him, giving up after a while and just enjoying the quickly building pleasure.

Grunting softly Kiba continued pumping in and out, his hands gripping Neji’s legs tightly as his release came over him quicker then he could remember it ever taking. Not too many thrusts after this thought he found the pleasure shooting out, his eyes clamped shut.

Neji whimpered softly at the sudden rush of heat, moving his hips back as Kiba's thrusts slowed and then stopped. He squirmed a little in frustration before extracting a hand from the sheets and bringing it up to stroke himself.

Kiba pulled out, panting heavily. He flushed a little, dropping Neji’s legs. Well, that was pathetic… He eyed Neji’s hand, licking his lips. He bent down, licking and kissing at Neji’s throat again, heading downward.

Neji tilted his head back, groaning lowly and arching slightly. His hand paused for a second before continuing, grip tightening a little to increase pleasure.

Kiba gripped Neji’s hand, pulling it away from his hot arousal. He leaned down, replacing the lost heat with the moist confines of his mouth, easily swallowing the shaft down with just a few bobbing motions.

Neji's mouth opened wider, giving a silent moan as he was overwhelmed with the wet heat. His back arched more and he squirmed, vocal cords back enough to give a small whimper and a whisper of the other's name as he released and spilled into his mouth.

Kiba swallowed convulsively, just barely catching his name off the others lips. He pulled back with a wet sound, licking his lips.

“Want a towel?” He asked, climbing up Neji’s body and silencing any immediate answers with a kiss.

Neji shivered, releasing a small moan into the kiss as he tasted himself. He opened his eyes, panting softly and looking up at him.

"Not yet," he finally answered.

Kiba raised a brow at that answer before furrowing them.

“Your contacts are still in.”

Neji blinked, confused and not expecting such an abrupt change in topic. He was quiet for a few more seconds before remembering the disguise and what Kiba was talking about.

He sighed, thinking about the options then decided to stop since he could feel a slight headache. "Mm, just leave 'em in," he muttered, closing his eyes again.

Kiba shrugged mentally, taking the opportunity to steal a kiss from Neji while his eyes were closed.

Neji returned the kiss, albeit a little sleepily, with a small upwards tilt to his lips.

Kiba grinned, moving to lay beside Neji, one arm draped over the other’s waist while he rested his lips against his smooth shoulder.

“Night.”

Neji hummed softly in recognition, body relaxing completely into the bed and Kiba, already partially asleep.