A Fatalistic Series of Events

Kiba yawned, shifting in his sleep and not waking fully. He pressed back against the heat he felt behind him, feeling almost too hot in the shirt and blazer he still wore.

Neji stirred slightly at the extra pressure. He made a small uncomfortable noise, burying his head further against Kiba's back as a headache started to make itself known.

Kiba stirred a little at the noise, grumbling under his breath.

“Mmm, whu?”

Neji gave a soft whine, moving a hand and trying to cover the source of the noise.

Kiba was startled by the hand on his mouth, shifting uncomfortably as he breathed through his nose. He lifted a hand and pulled the one partially covering his mouth away.

“What the hell?”

"Nmph..." Neji shut his eyes tighter, not caring about taking his hand back. Everything was just too loud.

Kiba blinked, a yawn suddenly breaking out. It was too early for Neji to be acting weird, and he was way too hot in the stupid party clothes. He froze mid-yawn, blinking as it slowly dawned on him that they’d been drinking.

“…Hangover?”

Neji let out another short whine and took his hand back. He shifted and turned over, trying to block out everything. He instantly regretted it as he felt dizzy and his headache increased to a pounding, curling up a little on instinct.

Kiba felt a flash of sympathy, waking up more as the emotion filled him along with a slight amusement. He remembered his first hangover, and since Neji hadn’t even wanted to get drunk… He got up, moving into the kitchen and pouring a glass of water for Neji, returning and putting it on the side table.

“I’m going to order some room service. Want pizza?”

Neji gave another vague noise, not caring either way and just wanting to rest more. He buried his face further into the bed.

“Drink the water. It helps.” Kiba said, laughing at Neji’s actions. He moved out into the living room, picking up the phone out there and calling room service. He laughed lowly, hearing their reaction when he ordered a pizza and fries.

“Just get me what I want.” He said, hanging up.

After a minute, Neji picked his head up, blinking blearily and wincing a little. He forced himself to shift over and reached out, trying to grasp the glass. Forcing down some water, he just laid back down, one arm dangling off the bed and still holding the glass.

Kiba came in once the food situation had been covered along with his naked lower half, holding a plate with a slice of greasy pizza and somehow even more greasy fries. Apparently they hadn’t liked his attitude over the phone and thought it was an insult.

He stopped beside the bed, holding in his snickers. Neji looked pathetic.

“Wow man. You look like shit.”

Neji lifted his head and attempted a glare before deciding it hurt too much. "Go'way," he muttered, voice slightly gruff. "Your fault."

“Eat. It’ll help you,” Kiba said, taking the water from his hand gently, “and I didn’t force you to drink, I just encouraged it. Plus, at least I’m nursing you back to health.” He resisted ruffling Neji’s hair, knowing it would only encourage the headache.

Neji just closed his eyes, bringing his arm back up and half covering his face with it. He didn't want to eat anything; he felt dizzy and sick and tired.

“Awww, come on Neji, eat your medicine.” Kiba said waving a fry close to his face. “It’ll make you feel better.”

Neji looked over with one eye and could swear he saw grease literally forming and multiplying on it. He closed his eye again before muttering, "That's not food. It's garbage."

“That’s the point. Greasy food is good for a hangover.”

Neji inwardly grumbled, skeptical. But he knew that Kiba had hangovers before, so he had to know something, right?

With a soft groan, he forced himself to sit up, moving slowly.

Kiba snickered, eating the fry he’d been holding and offering the pizza.

“You’re like me in the morning.”

Reluctantly taking the slice, Neji glared at him but didn't comment. He didn't feel like talking. He eyed the pizza in distaste before letting out a sigh and made himself take a bite.

"You act like grease is disgusting.” Kiba said with a laugh, sucking the substance from his fingers.

"...it is," he said quietly, after finishing almost half of it. Even if it was clearing his head just a little, he knew he wouldn't be feeling great later.

“Is not.” Kiba said, shoving two fries into his mouth at once. When he’d finished those and inhaled another three he spoke again. “So, how much do you remember?”

Neji shook his head slightly, rubbing one of his eyes absently before glancing up. "Not much; I barely remember getting to the hotel."

“Hmm, I kinda remember…” Kiba thought back on it. He could pretty clearly see it all from party to hotel, but it started getting fuzzy in the elevator. From the flashes of skin and kisses and touching he could guess at what had happened. He shrugged. “Oh well, not important. We were both drunk.”

Neji sighed, holding back on the urge to throw the pizza at the Inuzuka. "It is," he insisted. "What if we did something that gave us away?"

Kiba thought more on what they’d done out in the open. He smirked. If he’d given in to the temptation to take Neji in the elevator they might have given themselves away...

He snickered.“Oh, we didn’t give anything away, trust me.”

Neji watched him skeptically but decided to just take his word for it. Surely if they had been discovered, they wouldn't still be in the hotel room and unharmed.

He absently took another bite of the pizza, falling silent in thought. From the fact he was naked, Neji could gather that something had happened, but he wasn't sure to what extent.

Kiba took another mouthful of fries, taking the time to think back on what had happened after the elevator. With the help of the food and the fact he wasn’t as drunk as Neji it was pretty easy to remember most of it. A grin broke out across his face as he remembered Neji’s lips, hungry and demanding, the possessive ‘mine’ that was let out. Neji was so sweet when intoxicated.

Catching the grin, Neji narrowed his eyes a little. He blinked and rubbed his eyes again before saying, "You remember something."

“I remember pretty much all of it. And I’m also pretty sure you don’t wanna know what I just remembered.” Kiba’s grin grew and he held the plate out, offering the last of the fries on it. There was more for him out in the dining room.

Neji frowned then glanced down at the plate. He took it after a second and looked back at him. "Just tell me how far it went," he said.

“Oh, is that all? We went all the way.” Kiba said, shrugging his shoulders as he moved towards the door, intent on getting some pizza for himself and scratching at his thigh under the boxers he wore. He shifted his shoulders, remembering the blazer and pausing to unbutton it, throwing it towards the pile his slacks had made.

Neji sighed softly, giving an absent nod. He fiddled with a fry before taking a bite from it, grimacing slightly. He really didn't understand how people could eat this stuff daily; it was revolting.

Kiba left, unbuttoning the dress shirt as he went. He scooped up two slices, not bothering with a plate as he walked back into the bedroom, sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed under him in front of Neji, a slice in each hand.

“So is that all you want to know or do you want details?” He asked, taking a bite from the slice in his right hand.

"Is there anything I should know?" he asked back. Even if there was, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

“Ah.” Kiba took another mouthful of pizza, chewing thoughtfully. “Well, we almost did it in the elevator, but since we didn’t I guess that doesn’t matter.” Another large chunk of food was taken off, almost half the slice gone by now. He grinned wolfishly, swallowing.

“But maybe you claiming me for your own is something you should know?”

Neji blinked, body stilling and staring at the other. That... what?

"Wh-what?"

“To the claiming or the elevator sex?” Kiba asked, quickly finishing off the slice and setting in on the one in his left hand.

Neji flushed a little, feeling the headache becoming stronger again. He really didn't want to talk about this now, but if he just ignored it he knew he'd never be able to bring it up again.

"The-- the first..."

Kiba snorted, wolfing down the last of the pizza and licking his lips.

“It’s not such a big deal. We got drunk, got horny, had sex, and in the middle of it you got a little possessive. Alcohol does that.” He shrugged his shoulders, sitting back and supporting himself on his palms, the dress shirt falling open around his stomach.

Neji just stared at him before glancing away. He may have never been drunk before, but there was a reason for it. Alcohol lowered your inhibitions which in turn enhanced your needs, wants, and desires and that was something a Hyuuga couldn't afford to risk.

But he had. He sighed pushed the remnants of his food away. "I'm going to wash up," he murmured.

Kiba sighed himself. It really wasn’t a big deal, alcohol made you do things and then you laughed about it later.

“Really Neji, it doesn’t mean anything. The alcohol made you like me for a night, no biggie.”

"Yes... I know," he said, playing it off for now. He just had to think about it. "I still want to clean up, though." He moved to the edge of the bed, standing up with just a little bit of difficulty. He went out and into the bathroom, not caring that he was still quite naked.

Kiba rolled his eyes at Neji’s cleanliness, sitting up fully. He stretched, luxuriating in the energy that normally wouldn’t be anywhere near awake yet that now filled him up. Give him a purpose and he can be a morning person.

“Neji I’ll save you a slice, ‘kay?” He called, standing and moving into the kitchen.

Neji made a vague noise in acknowledgment, not caring either way. He frowned as he looked at himself in the mirror; he really did look awful. He sighed and first took out his contacts, putting them in the cleaning solution before using eye drops on himself.

Once done, he undid his hair and brushed it out, wincing every now and then as he found a knot. Setting the brush down, he started the shower to scrub himself clean.

Picking up all but one slice, stacking the rest up, Kiba moved to sit on the couch. He began devouring the small pile of greased food, quickly demolishing it and sitting back contently.

“Hey Neji, what kinda food do you normally eat anyway?” Kiba called, licking his fingers.

Neji, not hearing Kiba's question over the pouring water, winced slightly as he cleaned himself, a little sore and having to scrub fairly hard didn't help. Satisfied with as good as it would get, he turned off the water before moving to the tub, wanting to just soak and relax for a while.

He held his hair up as he climbed in, letting it hang outside the tub as he settled into the hot water.

Kiba sighed, guessing Neji hadn’t heard him. He tilted his head back, bored and wondering what he could do. Couldn’t go walking around outside, pacing was boring, he’d eaten all the food, he wasn’t tired enough to just lay there like last time. He sighed.

“Neji, how’s your hangover?” He shouted, standing and moving towards the bathroom. He knew Neji would kill him if he went in and he didn’t feel like provoking him yet. He sat down outside the door, legs bent and elbows on knees, back to the opposite wall.

Neji tilted his head, gazing at the door for a second before sighing softly. He sank a little further into the water, chin just barely under.

"A little better," he responded, not yelling but loud enough.

“That’s good…” Kiba tilted his head back, scratching at where he knew the markings to be. Neji was his only source of entertainment and so far his entertainment sucked. He paused, grinning lewdly.

“Remember anything else from last night?”

Neji frowned and closed his eyes, wishing the other would just be quiet for a few more minutes. "I told you, I don't remember anything after leaving the party."

Kiba supposed that was good. He’d been embarrassingly under-performing last night. Alcohol really made him lose stamina.

“Hey hey, you could have remembered something more. It comes back with time.” Well, sometimes it did. Other times you had to ask people what had happened and hope they didn’t lie.

Neji sighed, not bothering to comment back. He needed to think about what happened and decide if he should just ignore it or make something from it.

Kiba sighed and stood up. Neji obviously needed his girly ‘alone time’ in there. He migrated to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed with his arms outspread. Looking at the ceiling was little better then talking with Neji.

Starting to become frustrated, Neji gave up on trying to come up with anything. If Kiba didn't want to think more into it, neither would he.

He stood up after another minute and left the tub, pulling the plug and letting the water drain out. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, slipping on a robe. He stepped out of the bathroom, for once not caring to cover up his family's seal.

Kiba looked up as he heard the tub draining, before letting it fall back down.

“Neji, I’m bored.” He whined softly, knowing the other wouldn’t care either way.

Neji rolled his eyes and looked down at him. "Too bad," he said. "Move over; we're just going to rest today."

“Are you serious? Ma~n!” Kiba rolled onto his stomach, looking at Neji with a pout.

Neji frowned before sitting down on the bed. "I am. With the state I'm in, it wouldn't be wise to go out. If I rest, we might still be able to go to the party at night."

Kiba sighed, rolling onto his back, the dress shirt twisting under him and covering one side of his chest.

“Fine, fine….wanna play a game?”

"No," he said, lifting his legs onto the bed and lying down. "I want to just rest. Find something to do without me."

“But there isn’t anything to do without you!” He whined more. “Unless you're gonna let me go out on the town without you?” He ended hopefully.

"If you really can't sit still, then fine. But avoid too much socializing; it might be suspicious without me there too," he said, going against his better judgment. Kiba couldn't mess things up too badly anyway and he really did want to rest in silence, even sleep more.

Kiba’s eyes widened in shock. Had Neji really just said that?

“Seriously?!” A grin broke out on his features and he sat up, moving towards Neji and placing an arm next to his side, supporting his upper body over the other as he leaned in to give a quick kiss to his lips. “Thanks Neji!” He said, quickly moving away to avoid any attacks, rushing to his bag on the other side of the room and rooting through it for clothing. He was out the door and to the bathroom to change as soon as he had the clothing he needed, highly amused and pleased.

Neji blinked, taking a couple seconds to realize what happened. He sighed and shook his head, relaxing back into the bed.

"Just don't cause trouble and make me regret giving you leeway," he called out.

Kiba snickered, pulling on a black blazer this time, still wearing the same dress shirt. He looked in the mirror, noticing his make-up was barely up to par. He shrugged. It wouldn’t be too bad, blame it on a hangover or something.

“I’ll be good Nejnej!” He called out, laughing as he walked out of the bathroom.

Neji frowned at the nickname, but supposed it was better than 'princess'. He gave a soft snort, just closing his eyes.

--

“Nana~ao, I’m ho~me!” Kiba yelled hours later upon opening the door wide. He received some pointed looks from the couple passing by but ignored them, closing the door behind him and kicking his shoes off.

Neji scowled and turned over, burying his face into the pillow. He felt a lot better, but he was still tired and didn't want to wake up just yet; at least not to screaming like that.

“Awww, my little princess still not feeling well?” Kiba said once he’d made it to the bedroom, laughing at Neji when he saw him.

Neji turned his head to glare at Kiba. He sat up, knowing he wouldn't get anymore rest now.

Kiba sat down on the bed, letting himself flop back, sighing.

“So, it was still pretty boring out there, but I got to make some people jealous. How was your day?” He grinned, tilting his head to look at Neji.

Neji frowned down at him and pulled the robe tighter around himself, feeling a little cold.

"Fine," he said simply.

Kiba blinked at him.

“Cold?” His grin increased. “I can help you out.”

Neji narrowed his eyes but just asked, "So I assume you didn't cause a ruckus anywhere?"

Kiba’s grin didn’t falter, but it changed subtly from playful to mischievous.

“Would I do that?”

"I wouldn't put it passed you," he said, "if it would give you entertainment. But seeing as no one is busting down the door to get in and chase us away, I assume you didn't do anything stupid."

Kiba chuckled, nodding.

“I was a good boy, just like you ordered.” He licked his lips, remembering another time he’d been a good boy.

Neji rolled his eyes slightly and just nodded, lying back down.

"Good."

“Aww, no reward?” Kiba said, moving onto all fours and crawling towards Neji, stopping beside the other and looking down.

Neji looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Were you expecting one?"

Kiba spread his legs until he was lowered down, folding his arms under his chin and resting on Neji’s chest, pouting.

“Well couldn’t you give me one?”

Neji frowned. "Going out wasn't enough of one?"

“No, that was for helping you with your hangover.” Kiba said, smiling as he relaxed, eyes dropping to half mast. Neji might have felt cold before but he felt warm and comfortable to Kiba. “What do I get for not causing trouble and letting you sleep?”

Neji sighed, closing his eyes for a second and trying not to snap. Why did he need anything?

"Is there something you wanted?" he finally asked.

Kiba sighed contently, shifting his lower body until he was resting on one hip and his legs were curled towards him.

“…You to take a chill pill?” He said with a smile, closing his eyes fully, turning so his head was pillowed by his arms.

Neji looked at him, restraining the urge to push the other away or off the bed. He kept quiet, forcing his muscles to relax and closing his eyes again.

Kiba was a little surprised that Neji was actually allowing him to be so close without the help of alcohol. He had been expecting a hard shove or sharp word ever since he put his arms on Neji’s chest. He forced his breathing to deepen, inhaling Neji’s scent and relaxing further, slipping into a light doze.