Hidden Agenda

Oh, Gods…

It was happening again.

That familiar urge, that aching tendency. It was a feeling that began at the base of his spine and shot like a rocket to his imagination, feeding his libido in jolts, all distracting enough to make him seek out a deserted place; somewhere where he could be alone with his thoughts.

It happened more often these days; always on missions. Maybe the idea of freedom was arousing to him, or perhaps it was the fact he lived in fantasies, bored from the seemingly effortless missions he was assigned these days.

Either way, his most recent mission was complete and it was all he could do but keep his fingers from tempting the button-up hem of his white gauchos as the feeling surged to his groin, making him somewhat grateful that his white tunic hung low to his waist. He glanced down, thankful that the material was thick enough to hide his growing urge.

It was all his fault.

Neji hadn’t ever felt like this until that day. Hell, he hardly even spoke to anyone outside of his teammates, so when he had been paired with Shikamaru and Kiba to do some groundwork, he hadn’t expected to say much of anything to either of them.

But Kiba—he was a piece of work.

He was loud, straightforward—more so than himself, though it pained Neji to admit— and irritatingly talkative. He and Naruto could both tie each other for bouts of nonsensical conversation, only Naruto’s was mostly endearing. It was hard for Neji to hate the person that had re-routed his life and given him direction.

But Kiba. Kiba was an animal. His idea of casual conversation was lewd discussions about sexual deviancy. And the things he talked about—Neji couldn’t get them out of his head. Especially when Kiba talked about them half-dressed in the morning, tanned skin blanketing muscle definition Neji could never in his life hope to own.

Just thinking about it made him…ahh.

Neji tore through a high-rise set of double doors, making his way to the outdoor baths in the rear of the Inn his makeshift team was staying at, feeling almost positive that he would be the only one venturing out so late for a bath. Which he was grateful for.

He needed some one on one time with the side of himself that wasn’t cool and collected, calm and patient. He wanted time to sit back and take all of Kiba’s comments, curl them into some sort of shameless fantasy, and will the desperate feeling in his groin away.

He felt the bulge in his pants grow more constricted and he began to feel excited, giddy for the visions he could create. The baths at the Inn were traditional enough, large keg-shaped stations that were meant as individual standing tubs, small shelving units to the side for towels and belongings.

Neji pulled a bag from under his arm and placed them firmly onto a shelf near an empty bath that seemed secluded enough; none of them were that close to begin with. The good thing about mountain towns was their taste in privacy, something Neji appreciated at that moment.

He pulled of his tunic and folded it neatly, and followed by removing his pants, sure to make sure that no one saw him as he stepped into the basin, tugging at a water chain to fill the tub with hot water. It rose quickly and steam reddened his pale skin, and as he settled into the tub and let the water rise to his chest, he quickly shut the faucet off.

Ah. Finally.

The night was peaceful and quiet, only the gentle hum of crickets and a distant rushing stream left for soundtrack. The air smelled like pine and a gentle breeze swirled in the air, brushing loose leaves along the grass and gravel ground.

You act like you’ve never had sex before.

Kiba had said that.

Neji had frowned. Of course he had sex before. It just…wasn’t like Kiba’s stories. It wasn’t exciting, it hadn’t been dominating, it hadn’t been dangerous.

Kiba had done it everywhere. He had almost been caught too many times for Neji to count, he had more positions in that mind of his than Neji had ever thought possible, he was a dirty talker, and had assets that were made to please man and woman alike.

Neji’s hand started.

His head had fallen back against the edge of the tub, long hair falling loosely off the edge. His legs were parted in an awkward stance, just wide enough to give his goods some room, to make him feel open. His fingers had begun to run deftly over his midsection, trailing further until reaching his arousal, stroking it firmly as he decided the scene he was going to jerk off to.

Well, it’s no surprise that it’s doggy style.

That was it. A particular bit of conversation between Kiba and Naruto that Neji had picked up at one of those after-mission parties he hated to attend. Someone had casually brought up favorite positions and Kiba had been the first to answer; confident and arrogantly, everyone giggling and laughing at his response.

Except for Sasuke. But then again, Sasuke never smiled at anything.

Focus.

Kiba would be extremely sexy if his mouth were closed. Or if it was occupied. But for the sake of his vision, Neji opted for closed. He circled his erection and began to pump it, letting his imagination take flight.

Kiba would be behind him, arms stretched around his own pale torso, thumbing, stroking, kneading him. Neji would feel that thick muscle pulsing from behind him, pressing against him, threatening to enter. They would be grinding, and Neji would be doing the talking.

“I thought you said you had done this before,” Neji said, still pretending. He felt his legs part wider and circled the head of his erection, enjoying the sensitive pangs of pleasure it bolted to his abdomen. He gasped as he imagined what Kiba would say.

“If you wanted it harder,” he would take his aim and thrust inward, “you should have just asked.”

Neji’s free hand was gripping the inside of the wooden station, nails scraping against the interior. He imagined what it would feel like to have Kiba underneath him, jerking upwards, dark hands guiding his pale hips into some sort of sexual euphoria.

He imagined how much more intense it would be if Kiba’s hand was curled around his waist even still, lightly rubbing his hardened member in an effort to tease an orgasm out of him.

Neji was thrusting into his fist, grunting against his own ministrations, pushing, pulling—wanting more than his own hand was willing to give. He answered mental Kiba’s response.

“You couldn’t give it to me as hard as I want it,” Neji ground out, rolling his hips against the bobbing motion of his hand. He was panting, feeling a climax coming on. Fire burning at the base of his erection, breathing erratic and handwork sloppy.

Almost…

Crack.

A sound made him immediately loose himself, whipping around with every ninja reflex in his body ready to kill whatever had just happened upon his personal moment. His anger turned quickly to surprise, however, and disbelief, when the object of his fantasies waved two defensive arms.

“Hey, hey, don’t mind me. I didn’t want to miss this show, though,” Kiba had an amazing way of saying too much and too little at the same time. Neji frowned and couldn’t think up the words to say. He didn’t feel the need to validate himself, especially to Konoha’s youngest voyeur.

“Kiba,” Neji stated, and it came out as something of a warning. Kiba only smirked.

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, as if ensuring some sort of secrecy between them. But instead of turning to walk away, Kiba merely raised an eyebrow.

“So who’s not doing you hard enough?”

It wasn’t in Neji’s nature to be easily embarrassed, but that was another talent of Kiba’s. He felt himself blush under that intense gaze, speculating and examining him in a boyish and arrogant sort of way. Neji frowned.

“Kiba.” Another warning. He meant to say more, especially considering it was the brunet in front of him that he had been imagining. But he couldn’t make out the words. It was the quiet side of him again.

Throwing up a casual shrug, Kiba grinned, taking a few steps closer to the tub. The look in Kiba’s eyes made Neji’s arousal stir again, and he hoped that the water was dark enough to hide it.

“I just meant that, well, you know,” and in an awkward and sort of prideful way Kiba rested his elbow on the rim of the bath, resting his chin on his palm with charm, “I’d be happy to do you as hard as you want,” he concluded, smiling.

Neji frowned as his body reacted to those words, the other side of him beginning to come out. The side that wanted, the side that needed. The side that wasn’t afraid to do something insanely irrational for one night and risk regretting it in the morning.

Kiba seemed to have noticed the flicker in his eyes and misread it because h stepped backwards, looking vaguely disappointed. “But of course that was just a joke—“

“Fine.” Neji said.

“—because you’d—wait, what?” Kiba’s eyes widened in something Neji could only read as firm disbelief. Neji scooted back away from the wall of the tub, feeling challenging himself.

“I said fine,” Neji repeated, and cocked an eyebrow when Kiba looked at him skeptically. “Or are you just talk?” Neji questioned, pulling his expression into something vaguely bored. This sparked Kiba’s pride because he frowned and tore off his t-shirt, shoving it haphazardly onto the shelving unit before yanking off his shoes and downing his pants.

“Fine then, Hyuuga,” Kiba said challengingly, “But don’t go begging me to stop when you’re crying out my name.”

Neji raised an eyebrow.

Kiba finished removing his clothes and hoisted himself over the ledge, letting his body slide into the now warm water. The sight alone was enough to make Neji cum, firm and tan skin lowering into a basin of thick water, making muscles glisten under the dim lighting in the bath area. They both seemed to fit perfectly, and Neji let out a low breath when Kiba’s abdomen brushed his hardened member, soon followed by a hand, still soft though wet.

“You must have been thinking long and hard about someone,” he grinned, and before Neji had the opportunity to answer Kiba leaned forward, sucking on the muscle above his shoulder and just below his neck. Neji sighed against him, wondering why Kiba’s fingers felt so much better than his own against his erection.

They were gentle and teasing, alternating between slow and shallow thrusts and harsh pulls, movements that made Neji jerk his hips outward, throwing back his head as Kiba dipped lower, licking his way to sensitive nipples. A tongue circled hardened nubs with practiced ease and Neji rolled his hips outward, begging for more friction, a request that was soon given to him as Kiba whittled a leg between his own.

Neji felt Kiba’s knee slide up below his balls and he moaned as he ground against it, Kiba adjusting his hand to follow the new pace. Neji’s hands found the ridge of the tub, holding on for support as he gyrated against the other man, trying not to sound desperate as he mentally begged for more.

Kiba’s free hand trailed his spin and found his ass, middle finger slipping between his cheeks in search of something much more rewarding. When that finger circled his entrance in smooth and deliberate motions, Neji let out a groan, glaring down at the brunet.

“Stop teasing, it’s not cute,” it was because Kiba was grinning up at him that he said that. But Kiba’s expression seemed to darken and he stopped his movements, something that caught Neji off guard and made him force his cock forward, jutting out in a craving for the lost sensation.

“Turn around, Neji,” Kiba whispered against him, and Neji felt his breathing hasten. Gods did he want it. He tried not to look so pleading as he managed to twist himself around, biting back a pleasurable noise of relief as he felt Kiba slide lower behind him, an obvious arousal pressing between his buttocks.

“You might want to touch yourself,” Kiba said against his neck, somewhat honestly. Neji felt the head of his erection press against him and realized that Kiba wasn’t just talk.

“Why is that,” he asked, though he knew what the answer would be.

“I can be rough,” Kiba growled against him, and Neji barely had time to encircle his weeping arousal before Kiba pushed himself upward, groaning as Neji’s tightness took him in. Neji flinched as a sharp pain shot up his spine and began to follow Kiba’s advice, rubbing himself for distraction.

“You’re so fucking…tight…” Kiba bit out and he only paused when the hilt of his hard-on was firmly planted in Neji. The long haired brunet squirmed above him and Kiba ran his hands up and around Neji’s torso in a soothing motion. Just like Neji had imagined.

“Relax, babe,” Kiba said against his back, and trailed butterfly kisses along his shoulder as he began to lower himself out. The uncomfortable feeling filled Neji against and Kiba panted against him, obviously trying to contain himself.

Neji frowned. It must have been obvious to the other man that though Neji had had sex, he certainly didn’t get laid often enough.

“Gimme a minute, I’ll find it,” Kiba assured, and Neji frowned as he gripped the tub edges in front of him, hissing as Kiba shoved back into him, this time putting more pressure in an effort to aim deeper. The movements were beginning to feel better, especially as Neji’s one hand caressed his own arousal, thumbing the slit for quick and sporadic bursts of pleasure.

“Find what,” Neji mumbled and he was surprised when Kiba gripped him hard and rocked his hips upward, filling Neji in an almost painful burst. But instead of pain, there was a white-hot pleasure. What should have hurt made Neji moan and jerk forward, trembling at the newfound sensation.

“Found it,” Kiba seemed proud of himself, and Neji couldn’t think of anything but that pleasure filing him again.

“Stop talking,” Neji said and he pushed himself back on top o f Kiba trying to reach that spot again. He bobbed up and down, ignoring how desperate he must have looked. He even relieved his erection to grip the tub with both hands, trying to gain more momentum on his downward push.

But even with his ministrations, he couldn’t find it.

“That’s not a nice thing to say,” Kiba pouted from behind him, in between pants. Even if Neji wasn’t finding his spot, his motions were making Kiba swell inside of him. Neji seemed impatient.

“Fine, I don’t care. Say what you want. Just fuck me at the same time,” Neji paused and waited for Kiba to respond, satisfied when he saw a smirk. He felt Kiba’s hands tighten around his waist and he prepared himself, enjoying every thrusting motion as Kiba rolled into him, bouncing him effortlessly as he hit that same delicious spot.

Neji moaned as water gushed up and out of the tub, sing his grip to push himself down onto Kiba harder, sending the sensations deeper into his body. He felt Kiba’s length swelling inside of him, the brunet’s hands gripping his waist desperately as harsh grunts escaped parted lips.

“I’m almost there,” he warned and Neji barely heard the sensations were filling him, the heat of their sex and the cold of the now cool water, his own erection grinding against the edge of the tub, his legs shaky around Kiba’s, tangled underneath the water.

“Ah, Gods yes,” Kiba slammed into Neji with one final and hefty pummel and Neji felt the organ spill inside of him, a new feeling that made him fall against the tub in heavy pants. Kiba collapsed backwards behind him and they were both quiet.

There was a minute before Neji turned, not wanting to seem afraid to look Kiba in the eye. His heart was till racing and his length was still throbbing, aching for its own release. He figured he would ignore it for now. Kiba smirked up at him.

“You weren’t thinking about leaving yet, were you?” he asked, and Neji frowned. A tan hand waded under the water and gripped his hard-on and Neji gasped.

“Go ahead,” Kiba said, pulling one of Neji’s hands over it. “You don’t have to imagine me anymore. I’m right in front of you.”

Neji’s eyes widened and Kiba only continued to smile, moving Neji’s hand up and down over his length. He felt embarrassed again, but in a flattered way. Kiba had that way of saying too much and too little at the same time.

And Gods was he close to cumming.

“Come on, Neji,” Kiba urged, and he let go of his pale hand and ran his own calloused fingers over Neji’s thighs, squeezing places he knew were sore from their love-making. Neji stumbled forward and braced himself on Kiba’s shoulder, not caring about anything but release.

“Mmmnng..” Neji moaned against him, feeling his own hand finger his cock, rubbing and circling it with practice. Kiba’s hands were drawing invisible pictures on his abdomen, tracing his chest and rubbing his nipples hard.

A few more strokes…that’s all it would take…

He yanked at it a few more times with his thumb and forefinger, panting as they brushed the sensitive ridge. It was getting harder to breath.

Neji threw his head back as he thumbed the slit, spilling his seed into the water below him. He let out a hoarse cry and shuddered forward, catching himself against Kiba. He breathed hard for a few minutes before Kiba laughed, and Neji glared up with irritation, still attempting to catch his breath.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, truly curious.

Kiba shook his head and licked his lips. “Nothing,” a pause, “I just never would have guessed you to be so horny.”

Neji frowned. There was nothing wrong with that.

Kiba seemed to notice his skepticism because after pulling the drain to the tub he ruffled Neji’s hair and grabbed a spare towel.

“It’s a good thing,” he seemed to affirm, and he wrapped the towel around his waist. After he stepped out of the tub, he grabbed his clothes and glanced back at Neji, looking confident and arrogant as always.

“Only next time,” he said, “don’t make me come look for you.”

Neji stumbled over a heartbeat as Kiba disappeared into the night, most likely going to get some rest. A wave of exhaustion his Neji as well and he grabbed his own towel, Kiba’s words still rushing through his head.

No, Kiba, he thought, grabbing his belongings.

After all, that had been so much better than fantasizing.

He couldn’t help to hide a blush before stepping out of the tub, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

“But you’re going to have to work harder for it next time, you jerk.”

The night was quiet and insects hummed, and in the distance rushing stream could be heard. Neji liked the peace. He was looking forward to sleep.