The Choices Between Friends

Chapter 8  Aggression

Neji gave them a soft smile and moved toward the door.  Passing Nar and Nara, putting his back to them as he did.  He didn't feel the tension shift so much as he saw the change in Kiba's expression shift from waiting, to thoughtful, to feral.  The other man's hand shot out and grabbed his right arm, as he reached for the door knob.  "Kiba." Neji sighed loudly.  He'd thought Kiba would respect his friends' hesitation.  Maybe he'd misjudged him.

 

"Just where do you think your pretty little ass is going?"  Nar asked in a dangerous tone.  Neji was stunned.  The 'sweet one' sounded positively evil and Neji wondered if he'd misjudged more than a few things.  He didn't turn, he just stood there at a loss for what to say.  Warm golden hands slid up and across his chest as strong arms wrapped around his torso.  The blonds warm breath against his shoulder made him shiver. 



"Don't think we don't want you.  Don't think we're gonna let you just leave."  Nar purred,his voice silky and warm.  "We aren't finished with you Neji."



Kiba laughed at that as his hand left Neji's arm to push Neji's hair back.  Neji's head was down and Kiba didn't want him hiding behind the soft screen of his long hair.  "Heck Neji, we haven't really started yet.  Not really."  His tone was light and Neji was reminded of the few time's he'd watched movies with the 'good cop - bad cop' scenario.  Nar was taking the aggressive role, so Kiba had settled into the light hearted one, instead of his normal challenging demeanor.  His hand was gently stroking Neji's cheek and he softly asked, "Please stay."

Nara watched in silence as his friends went after the thing they wanted.  He felt like a coward.  Neji was starting to scare him as much as he had scared Nar.  This is the kind of guy you could fall for.  Like those stupid 'chick flics' where ya know the guy for like two hours and then it's love, or something stupid like that.  What the hell is wrong with me?  This sucks.  He shook his head a little, trying to clear it.  He was committed, he'd agreed.  He couldn't just back out, especially for such a dumb reason.  This is going to be a lot of trouble.  I can see it now. 

 

He sighed and moved to join his friends as they were both maneuvering the gorgeous man between them toward the couch.  Neji was now facing Nar who held his lips in a passionate kiss.  Kiba was kissing Neji's neck and caressing his back under the tight black material of his shirt.  Kiba and Nara made eye contact as Nara moved toward them.  Kiba looked pointedly at the floor between the couch and the coffee table.  When they watched movies together, they usually pulled all the couch cushions down to the floor and lay there.  Nara got the hint.  He pushed the coffee table out of the way and tossed the cushions and pillows on the floor.

 

Kiba gave the makeshift bed a pointed look and Nara sat, reclining against the base of the couch.  He spread his legs wide to accommodate the man being laid down in his lap.  Neji's back was warm against Nara's chest.  His lovely head fell back against Nara's left shoulder as Nara wrapped his arms around him almost protectively.  Nar knelt in front of them, his big blue eyes looked darker than before, almost the color of the midnight sky.  His cheeks were flushed with excitement.

 

Kiba switched on the stereo, Voltaire's Headless Waltz rolled out of the speakers, with it's almost fluttery tempo.  Nara loved that song, it was the first song he had stored in his ipod.  It was good for his darker moods and made him smile even when he was up.  He closed his eyes and let the music flow over him.  He felt much calmer when he opened his eyes again and met the lust filled eyes of his blond friend.  They smiled in unison as Nar leaned forward to capture Neji's sweet thin lips again.

 

He'd made to leave, to let them off the hook, but Kiba's hand had stopped him.  Nar's voice had inflamed his lust again.  Kiba's soft touch and voice had soothed him.  Neji was in a stupor.  His mind was hazy as he was led and cajoled to the living room.  Nar held his fading attention in a searing kiss.  He was only half aware of the hands and mouth on his skin.  Then he was lowered into waiting arms.  Arms that held him tenderly.  He was vaguely aware of Nara's deep breathing as the chest against his back rose and fell in steady measured breath.  He wanted to wonder at the feeling of contentment and arousal warring in his blood, in his flesh, but couldn't muster the consciousness.  Neji swam in a sea of sensations, even as his lips and mouth were again claimed by the fiery sprite kneeling in front of him. 

 

Nar had never tasted anything so sweet as Neji's flesh and mouth.  He was so grateful to his friends for giving him this lifeline.  Without them, he'd be lost already.  As he kissed Neji almost forcefully, his hands found his friends bodies and after a few moments of searching, he gripped one hand of each tightly, thanking them for being there, for being so much more than friends ever really were.  I love you.  I love you both so much.  No one would ever understand how he could love them so much more than friends without ever being 'in love' with either.  He knew that it might be because of his damaged inner-self.  Maybe I'll never be able to love anyone like that.

 

He was a coward and he knew it.  Love scared him.  Depending on other people, wanting them or needing them was terrifying.  It had taken his three dear friends a very long time to gain his trust.  He was so used to people disappearing from his life.  If they hadn't been so stubborn and refused to let him push them away, he'd be totally alone.  Smiling on the outside and dying on the inside.  I love you, I love you, I do.  Some of his desperate thoughts came through in the kiss and he felt Neji's hands close around either side of his face.  The pale man was leaning away from Nara, leaning into Nar.  His kiss was one of reassurance and strength.  His fingers tenderly caressed the golden skin beneath them.

 

Nara took this opportunity to slide out from behind Neji, taking the spot opposite Kiba.  He still held Nar's hand tightly.  He watched the emotions play across his friend's handsome face and silently thanked Neji.  He's a good man.  You just know he's a good man, the moment you meet him.  Nara's other hand found it's way to the back of Neji's neck, caressing it as softly as the pale man was touching Nara's 'Nar'.  He could see Kiba across Neji's back.  Kiba was watching him, not Nar.  He raised an eyebrow questioningly.  Kiba shrugged and smiled a slightly worried smile.

 

Kiba's free hand slid up under Neji's T-shirt and stroked the muscles of his lower back.  Neji leaned back into the touch.  Kiba was good with his hands.  They were strong.  He worked with them everyday.  His hobbies were the same as his work.  Kiba was one of the rare people who loved what he did.  Being a 'body man' in one of the top custom auto shops in town was something he'd always wanted, so even when he wasn't working, he was messing around with a vehicle of some kind.  He deftly found the tight places in the muscles under his hands and worked at them, until they were smooth, totally eased.  Neji moaned into Nar's mouth in appreciation of Kiba and Nara's caresses, as well as the kiss that was robbing him of air.

 

Nar pulled away first, but not before he'd dropped his friends hands and hooked his fingers under the hem of Neji's T-shirt.  He'd gotten a glimpse of the man's upper body earlier, but it hadn't been enough.  He wanted to see more, to touch that pale flesh.  He wanted to feel goose flesh under his fingers and know it was their doing, him and his friends, his very sexy friends.  He didn't think of Kiba that way, not really, but he knew a lot of people who did and he could kind of see the reasons behind the attraction.

 

Nara caught onto Nar's intentions and assisted with the back of the shirt.  It was over Neji's head almost the moment Nar's lips left his own.  The three of them took a moment to just look at the lovely expanse of exposed flesh.  Neji felt very vulnerable in that moment.  Three sets of eyes roved over his upper body, each one slowly raising toward his head.  He could only see Nar's face from his sitting position.  He wanted to see all three, so he slowly leaned back.  Nara quickly pulled large cushion off the floor and settled it behind Neji.  He did all this without taking his eyes off of the smooth skin that reminded him of moonlit clouds.

 

They were in a position similar to how they'd been sitting on the couch at the club.  The only real difference was that Nar was in front of him and Nara was on at his side now.  Oh, and of course, now Neji's upper body was bared to three sets of hungry eyes.  It startled him to see the raw lust in those beautiful blue eyes.  Nar almost looked slightly feral as he reached a slightly curled, tanned hand towards Neji's hard abs.  He let his fingertips and nails graze along the rippled muscles.  Neji groaned deep in his throat.

 

A bronze hand touched his shoulder and slid possessively down along his muscled chest.  A hissing breath escaped Neji's lips when Nara's soft palm slid over his hard nipple.  He turned to look into the dark brown eyes and was rewarded with a view of half-lidded orbs and slightly parted lips belonging to a man who seemed to want him a great deal.  His breathing became more labored as the image of Nar's lust filled orbs imposed itself over the sight in front of him.  I have to be dreaming.  This can't be real.



Kiba's eyes finally made it above Neji's shoulder.  The man was well built.  Kiba was pleased.  Neji was looking at Nara, who seemed oblivious to the attention.  Kiba smiled as he reached around, gripped Neji's chin and pulled the man's face around to his.  Just as Nar's mouth began to trail soft kisses across Neji's chest and abdomen, Kiba took the full attention of Neji's sweet mouth.  He kissed Neji fiercely.  Neji snapped out of his haze enough to respond in kind.  Nara watched from beneath his dark lashes for a few moments before sweeping Neji's hair back over the man's shoulder and beginning his own assault upon the tender skin of the man's graceful neck.  This was all very reminiscent of their doings at the club, but here there was nothing to stop them from moving further.  Kiba's groin tightened at the thought.

 

I am going to die.  The intensity of the sensations had Neji panting for breath.  Kiba never relinquished his mouth for long, so between that and his erratic breathing, Neji was becoming very light headed.  He had never wanted or needed anything so much.  What he wanted was more, more of everything, more of them, more of this.  He could hear someone making pleading little mewling noises, but wasn't sure if it was him or not.

 

Kiba pulled away suddenly and looked into his eyes.  Kiba's own were a molten copper color, lust and desire roiling in the hot depths.  "I want you Neji."  His voice was coarse with need.  "We won't do this unless you really want us to."  He stroked Neji's cheek with a calloused thumb.  "If you don't want one of us, please tell us now.  It may not end just because you don't want one."

 

He means him.  He knows I don't want him the same way that I want the other two. Neji returned Kiba's intense gaze and whispered hoarsely.  "I want each of you differently, but I do want you."  He put emphasis on that last word, trying to allay Kiba's concerns.



Kiba's head descended, so that their lips were almost touching.  His hot breath caressed Neji's abused lips as he breathed the words, "I think I want you differently than the other two do."  A chaste kiss that didn't feel chaste at all was followed by a question.  "Would you bottom for me?  If you say 'no', it's okay.  I'll still bottom for you.  I do want to feel you inside me."

He's so blunt, so basic.  Neji shivered.  They were all like that.  So much more than anyone he'd ever known before.  They weren't deceitful, they'd never even attempted to hide their machinations, even as they'd begun to maneuver him toward what they wanted.  He would never have guessed how much the raw honesty would turn him on.  He was surprised at this and his reaction to Kiba's question as well.

 

Neji'd only ever bottomed once.  It hadn't been unpleasant exactly, but Neji had found that he definitely preferred to top.  Besides, there weren't any men in his life that he trusted enough to truly be comfortable, in such a vulnerable position.  It occurred to him that this was part of the reason he hadn't enjoyed it as much as he might have.  He wanted to try.  It surprised him just how much he did.  He wanted to see if the way Kiba's question made his pulse race and his skin heat were a precursor to something so much better. 



Kiba's blunt honesty put him at ease.  Maybe that would make all the difference.  Neji had always wondered what it was about bottoming, about being penetrated in that way that made it so enjoyable for the men he'd been with.

 

He licked his lips, wetting the sensitized tissue.  His lips felt empty, lonely.  Again he wondered at how much he wanted Kiba's harsh lips against his own.  He wanted more of those ferocious kisses.  "If I try and don't want to repeat it?"  He asked a little hesitantly.

 

Kiba chuckled and mimicked Neji, licking the pale man's soft lips with a coarse tongue.  In an arrogant tone, he answered, "Trust me Neji, you'll want to repeat it."  That was all he said before he claimed Neji's mouth in another more aggressive kiss.



Nara laughed softly in Neji's ear as he concurred, saying.  "Trust me.  It's repeatable."

 

Kiba released Neji's mouth and smiled at his friend.  "Thanks Nara." 

 

Leaning past Neji, he gave the tattooed man one of those chaste 'not so chaste' kisses of his.  Neji watched in amazement.  He couldn't stop the words, he wasn't thinking that clearly; "Do that again."  Nara smirked and Kiba laughed outright.

 

Nar had been content to let his hands, lips, and tongue speak for him up to now, but the wonder and desire in Neji's voice compelled him to seek more intimate contact.  His tanned hand found the top button of the pants Neji had borrowed from Nara. Deft fingers slipped the cool metal from the button hole and he smiled to himself.  He looked up to see three sets of eyes watching him intently.  Neji had registered what was happening and pulled away from the rough attention of Kiba's very demanding mouth.

 

Now the three of them looked down at the blond kneeling between Neji's legs.  Nara had his standard questioning look, one eyebrow raised quizzically.  He looked amused, maybe even pleased with Nar's action.  Kiba grinned openly at his eager friend.  Kiba very much wanted to see the bits of Neji that he hadn't yet.  Neji looked awestruck, like he still didn't quite believe this was happening.  He was very still.  Nar wondered if he was afraid he might wake up.  He grinned mischievously at all three men as he gripped the tab of the zipper and slowly slid it down, opening the jeans fully. 

 

Nara was holding his breath and biting the inside of his bottom lip.  His heart was pounding against his rib cage as Nar slowly pulled the flaps back, revealing dark blue silk boxers.  Kiba groaned softly at the suspense.  The golden hands contrasted boldly with the dark fabric as Nar gripped the waist band loosely. 

 

Nar wasn't watching them or their reactions anymore.  His eyes were fixed on the thin material hiding one of Neji's most intimate parts from him.  He wouldn't admit that he was drooling.  No, he wouldn't do that.

 

Neji's breath caught as the waist band was stretched and lifted over his engorged erection.  Nar was leaning over him.  He could just barely feel the blonds warm breath ghosting over his tip.  His hips were lifted from behind him, asisting the blond as the golden hands pulled Neji's jeans and boxers down past his thin hips. 



"Oh Nar..." he breathed as he was settled back against the cushion and warm lips grazed his length from base to tip.



Unbelievable.  Could he be anymore perfect?!  Neji's penis really was perfect in Nar's view.  It wasn't huge, but was long and straight and just the right girth.  This part of the lovely pale man was a soft pink, as if his straining cock was blushing lightly.  Just looking at it Nar could imagine how good it would feel, stretching him, filling him.  He needed to feel the silky soft skin.  He leaned forward and let his lips glide from the coarse dark curls to the leaking mushroom tip.



Neji hadn't thought it possible to be more amazed than he already was.  Between the fact that they all wanted him AND were willing to share him, at the same time; AND then the fact that they were apparently closer friends than he would have ever imagined....  Neji was beginning to understand just how wrong he had been.  Watching Nar as he'd slowly undressed and exposed him like that was truly amazing.



Watching along with the other two men was absolutely astounding!  Neji's world had been upended again.  It seemed that these three had a real knack for doing that to him.  As the wonderful blond kneeling in from of him began to lavish much appreciated attention upon Neji's lower half and the other two men watched, Neji took a moment to thank fate.  He was a big believer in fate and destiny.  Neji felt that this time, fate had brought him something wonderful, three somethings to be exact.

 ~TBC...