Part 6

Neji shifted slightly as he began to awaken, for once shifting closer to the warm body curled up next to him, rather than instinctively trying to move away. Somehow, over the course of the night - or maybe during the activities that immediately preceded him going to sleep - Kiba had been upgraded from "OK" to "safe" - a feat no one had accomplished before.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the predawn dimness and smiling slowly as he watched the other boy sleep, content to just sit quietly and finally get a chance to explore his feelings about the other boy.

The shifting, slight as it had been, was enough to drag Kiba from the warm embrace of his dreams. He fought it at first, until he realized the 'warm embrace' part was still there even when he was awake, and he settled down again. Yawning, he opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times, trying to focus.

"Mornin'," he muttered, barely coherent, before snuggling closer to his lover and burying his face in the older boy's shoulder, half tempted to go right back to sleep again.

"Morning," Neji replied quietly, giving in to the urge to stroke Kiba's hair. "I didn't mean to wake you."

" 'Sokay, I'd have woken soon anyway," Kiba replied, nuzzling into the touch with a sense of contentment. Neji was being... surprisingly open, all things considered. Kiba wasn't complaining. "How'd you sleep?"

"Very well," Neji said. "Better than I have... in a very long time. You?" He hoped he wasn't overreacting. It sure seemed as though Kiba wanted more, wanted this to continue - he'd said as much. But it was always possible it was just pillow-talk.

"I might have to hire you as a personal bedwarmer, or something, if you decide you don't want to continue this after all," Kiba said, stretching lazily and not incidentally rubbing his body against Neji's. "Can't remember the last time I slept that well."

Neji blushed, though he was certainly glad Kiba had said that. "That's good," he said softly, rubbing his cheek tentatively against Kiba's. "So you haven't changed your mind, then?"

"Hell no," Kiba replied, the emphasis surprising even him. "I'm not letting go until you pry me off. Never thought I'd have a chance with you, I'm not about to throw it away!"

Neji's eyes widened at the vehemence in Kiba's tone. "R-really?" he asked, startled. "It's that important to you?"

"We've worked together for a while now, Neji," Kiba pointed out, a little embarrassed at his own vehemence. "You should know me well enough to know I don't do anything by halves. Once I decide on something, I do it."

Neji nodded slowly. "I...know that much," he said, a little thoughtful. "Is this about that biting thing?" he asked curiously.

"Is what about the biting thing?" Kiba asked, confused. "I already explained that last night, didn't I?" What did that have to do with anything?

"You...said you didn't want to let go," Neji said quietly. "That was part of the reason why you bit me, wasn't it? Because you wanted... to get a hold of me."

"No, I bit you because you presented your throat to me, and I was acknowledging it," Kiba replied dryly. Then he flushed slightly, and cleared his throat. "Though I won't say seeing my mark on you isn't attractive, even if it's not the actual reason I bit you in the first place."

"So if I were..." Neji thought for a moment. "Shino, and I 'presented my throat', you'd have bit it, too?" he asked curiously.

"Wha... no!" Kiba frowned. "I mean... if I were in this position with Shino, for some gods-unknown reason, and he'd presented his throat, then yeah, probably. But... I mean... geez, Neji." Floundering for words to explain, he made an exasperated noise. "It's personal. And... kinda intimate. Not something you do with just anybody."

"So it did mean something," Neji said exasperatedly.

"Of course it meant something... I already explained what it meant." Obviously sleeping together had not solved any of their communication problems; Kiba felt like he was going around in circles, chasing a link he couldn't see.

Neji nodded. "But you said it like... it didn't matter that it was me," he explained. "But obviously it did." Unable to figure out how to curtail the argument that seemed to be brewing this time, he curled around Kiba tightly.

"Well, it's not like I'd do it with just anybody," Kiba said. "But it wasn't an attempt to 'hold on', like you seemed to be saying."

"I guess what I really meant was that you did it because you wanted me," Neji said with a sigh. "Does that make sense, at least?"

"Well... yeah, when you put it like that," Kiba agreed hesitantly. There was so much more to it than that... but his attempts at explanation didn't really seem to be getting through. It all seemed so natural and obvious to Kiba; what was there that needed explaining? It was all instinct anyway. But apparently it wasn't an instinct shared by most people.

"Good," Neji said softly, settling down next to Kiba. He found himself very much not wanting to fight with Kiba right at the moment.

"Mmph." Kiba sighed, which turned into a jaw-cracking yawn. He stretched briefly, body rubbing up against Neji's, then settled in again, nuzzling close once more. "Suppose we should get up," he said, but there was no urgency in his voice. He was quite content to stay right where he was for a while.

"Yeah..." Neji said, sounding just as motivated as Kiba. He turned onto his side and snuggled into Kiba's arms. "If your family find out, what do you think they'll do?" he asked softly.

"Find out about what?" Kiba asked, but Neji's meaning hit him a moment later. "About us doing this, you mean?" He shrugged. "So long as I don't refuse to do my duty by the clan, I doubt they'll care much. Not like we could keep it secret more than five seconds after we stepped out into the main room."

Neji looked up at Kiba and blinked for a moment, then realized what he meant and blushed. "You're right," he said, wincing. "Damnit...Well, at least they won't care." he sighed. "I can use this time trying to figure out how I'm going to handle my uncle."

"Do we have to tell him?" Kiba shrugged carelessly, not really seeing the problem. "I don't see what business it is of his. Unless you were planning to use it to try to get out of whatever marriage they have arranged for you?" That would cause rather a lot more problems. If that was what Neji wanted, Kiba would certainly back him, but he didn't think it was likely to be necessary.

"No, I don't want to tell him," Neji said vehemently. "It's none of his business, and if he thought I would try to use it to get out of marriage, he'd do something to make sure it wouldn't matter." He tightened his grip on Kiba slightly. "But he could find out."

"Well, if he finds out, he finds out," Kiba said philosophically. He tightened his own grip on Neji slightly in automatic response to the way the older boy was practically clinging to him, reassuring him wordlessly that Kiba wasn't planning to go anywhere. "If it happens, you just reassure him that it doesn't change anything, and hopefully you both go on with your lives."

"Maybe," Neji said, sounding unconvinced. "I guess there's not much I can do." Despite himself, he was reassured by Kiba's tightened hold on him and he began to relax. "I just...don't want anything to happen to you," he said, reddening.

Kiba stroked his hand gently along Neji's spine, almost petting him. "Don't worry about it," he assured the older boy softly. "What's he going to do? The Hyuuga clan is strong, but even you guys don't want the entire Inuzuka clan out for your throats. Which we would be, if your clan head did anything to the son of our clan head. And he knows that."

Neji winced. "I know," he said, settling comfortably into Kiba's grasp. "I'm stupid to worry about it. I'm sorry."

Shaking his head, Kiba continued to gently stroke Neji's back with one hand, careful to keep the sharp edges of his nails from scraping the skin. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "And they can't separate us without causing a hell of a lot more problems than it's worth."

"I hope so," Neji said pessimistically, but he lifted his head and planted a soft kiss on the underside of Kiba's jaw, smiling slightly. "Thank you."

The gesture was close enough to the ritual submission that Kiba squirmed and automatically tilted his head up a bit more, letting Neji have a better angle on his throat. Then he laughed at himself. There really weren't a lot of people he trusted enough to do that with; too bad Neji would never be able to truly appreciate what the gesture really meant.

Neji made a soft noise as Kiba squirmed, kissing him again. "Sensitive there?" he asked.

...and, in fact, Neji apparently didn't appreciate the gesture at all. Kiba snorted with laughter again, and snapped his teeth lazily at Neji, uncaring that he was completely out of range. "Dumbass. For a genius, you're remarkably slow sometimes."

Neji pulled back and looked at him, smirking slightly. "I see," he said, then ducked his head, biting at the spot this time.

Whimpering, Kiba went still, the moment seeming to stretch out until there was a small eternity between each heartbeat. His breath rushed into his lungs, just as pleasure rushed through his veins, originating from the point of pain that was Neji's strong teeth in his throat. "Neji," he whimpered again, breathless.

Neji withdrew, blinking at Kiba. "Are you...okay?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"Uh?" was the most intelligent answer Kiba could seem to produce. He opened his eyes, and they were dark and glazed with passion. "Why'd you stop?" he wanted to know when his voice was working again.

Neji reddened. "I just...wanted to make sure." He leaned over and bit down once again, suckling on the spot experimentally.

The half-formed whimper turned into a whine, and this time Kiba couldn't help but squirm. He wasn't fighting to get away, just trying to release some of the tension flowing into his body. "Not... not fair!" he gasped, one shaking hand coming up to retaliate by trailing over Neji's chest, searching for a nipple.

Neji lifted his head, then gasped as Kiba's questing hand found one of his nipples. "Why not fair?" he asked, beginning to squirm himself.

"Can't think when you do that," Kiba informed him gruffly, twisting around and bending to attack Neji's neck as well, nipping and licking in an attempt to drive the older boy half as crazy as he'd been making Kiba.

He was dimly aware that this might not be the best idea... they still didn't have anything to use for lube, for one thing. For another, Akamaru was being patient over there in the corner, but Kiba got the distinct impression his partner was not inclined to wait about while they went another round.

Neji let out a cry as Kiba's teeth sank into his skin, sending tingles through his body to the tips of his toes. "Kiba!" he gasped.

The tone in Neji's voice made Kiba give a pleased growl, as he nipped again. "We... really ought to get up before my family comes looking for us," he muttered against the soft skin of Neji's throat.

"Why?" Neji moaned. "They won't come looking for us," he added in a fantastic display of denial.

That made Kiba burst out laughing, which broke the mood just a bit. "If my mom - or my sister, for that matter - gets it in her head to wonder why I'm not up and around like I usually am at this time of day, she will burst in here without so much as knocking first to check on us. We're under the influence of a strange jutsu, remember? They do actually have reason to be worried if we're acting weird..."

Neji blinked slowly, then reddened. "Oh. That's true," he said with chagrin. "I...suppose we'd better make an appearance, then." He squirmed, trying to get out from under Kiba, though he was a little half-hearted in his efforts.

With a groan, Kiba forced himself to roll off Neji. "You're not helping!" he accused the older boy, a grin playing over his features. They sorted themselves out relatively quickly, Kiba taking a moment to appreciate Neji's slender body as they slid out from under the covers of the futon and straightened their sleeping clothes.

Akamaru bolted out the door the moment Kiba opened it, and he rolled his eyes. "You dumbass, you could've just transformed and opened it yourself, if you were that desperate to go out!" he called down the hall after the disappearing dog. He headed for the closet room, intending to get fresh clothes for the day, checking over his shoulder to be sure Neji was following. Not that the Hyuuga had a choice, but it was an automatic gesture. "Hey, you're father away than you were yesterday!" he noted happily. "Maybe the jutsu is wearing off."

Neji blinked. He'd gotten so used to having to follow Kiba, he hadn't made any special effort to move consciously, so he was at the limit of their distance. "You're right," he said happily, then frowned. "Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that we're not fighting anymore."

"Hmm... the more you fight it, the more it constricts? Could be," Kiba acknowledged thoughtfully. Entering the room where the clothes were kept, he grabbed some of his 'in-house' clothes, just simple jeans and a t-shirt, not anything he'd really want to fight in unless he had to. They'd established yesterday that Neji was taking a lot more damage than Kiba from any wounds Kiba received, so he didn't think another day of sparring would be wise. "Feel free to dig around for whatever you want to wear," he invited as he pulled the t-shirt over his head.

Neji nodded, moving towards the closet. He hesitated for a moment, then deliberately pulled off the sleeping shirt, continuing in the buff to look for something to wear. If they were lovers now, he wasn't going to waste his time being shy anymore, damnit!

Kiba minded his manners - he didn't leer openly, just gave his teammate a couple of appreciative sidelong looks in between stages of dressing. "Breakfast," Kiba declared firmly as they finished and headed out into the rest of the house. He sniffed the air as they approached the kitchen, smelling the remnants of coffee and breakfast, as well as the recent presence of his family. Scratch that - one of them was still there, his mother. Sounded like Kuromaru was washing the puppies, too.

"Morning," he greeted the older Inuzuka woman as they entered the kitchen. He paused, floored by the sight of Akamaru being pinned to the floor and washed vigorously by his mother's huge black war dog, then started laughing. Well, Kuromaru was Akamaru's mother, too... but it had been a long time since his partner was small enough to need to be forcibly washed like that.

Neji took one look at Kiba's mother and blushed, quickly averting his gaze as he remembered what Kiba had told him. Distractedly, he moved to the sidebar, grabbing food pretty much at random and piling it on a plate.

Pausing in the middle of sipping from her coffee mug, the Inuzuka clan head looked at Kiba, then at Neji, then turned to raise an eyebrow at Kiba. Her youngest child shrugged carelessly, and Tsume snorted with laughter as she set the mug down. It was a similar sound to the same noise Kiba made when he was amused by something despite himself.

"Well, that explains a bit," she said, her gruff voice much lighter than it had been the day before when she'd been chastising her son. "I trust there won't be any problems over this?"

"Not on my side," Kiba assured her as he scrounged for food as well. "Akamaru, what'd you do to merit a washing, anyway?" His partner whimpered and gave him a long suffering look, but Kuromaru just growled and nipped at him to get him to hold still. Kiba laughed.

"And you?" Tsume asked Neji. "I'm not going to have to shield my son from a horde of angry Hyuuga, out to avenge your virtue?"

Neji reddened further. "I can't say, Inuzuka-san," he said. "I will certainly discourage anything like that, but there's really no way for me to know what strange things could get into my family's heads." He glanced over, assessing her. "However, for them to get angry, they'd have to find out."

Tsume hid the smile behind another sip of coffee, but it showed in her eyes. "Good enough for me," she declared simply as she set down the empty mug and stood. "There have been no further attempts on the Hyuuga compound," she informed them as she shrugged on her jounin vest and checked to make sure all her weapons were in place. "We think we managed to chase them all down and exterminate them. Unfortunately we didn't manage to take any alive, so we can't be certain."

She shrugged, not seeming too concerned by the whole thing. "The wild talk among your family has also started to die down; by the time this jutsu tying you two together wears off, you'll probably be able to safely return home."

Neji nodded slowly, glad she wasn't making an issue out of... anything, really. It made dealing with her a heck of a lot easier, all around. "Thank you," he said quietly. Glancing at Kiba, he nibbled on a bun, wondering if he wanted to stay here, or if they would retreat to a bedroom again.

"You going out again today?" Kiba asked as he carried his very full plate over to the table. She nodded and moved forward, putting one hand on his shoulder and leaning over him. In any other family, she'd have pecked his cheek in farewell, or he hers - since they were Inuzuka, Kiba tilted his head slightly, presenting his throat, and she nipped him lightly before straightening and ruffling his hair.

"Try not to cause too many crises today," she said dryly as he grinned back at her and she moved towards the door. Kuromaru gave Akamaru one last fierce lick, then stood and shook herself before following her human partner. Then both of them were gone, leaving Kiba and Neji alone in the house.

Neji's eyes followed Kiba's mother thoughtfully. "She bit you, too," he said softly, as he sat down beside the other boy.

"Yeah," Kiba agreed, drizzling syrup over some Western-style pancakes. "I told you, it's a sign of trust, and an acknowledgment of someone higher than you in the pack - or, more rarely, of an equal, if it's reciprocated." He wasn't quite sure why Neji was so stuck on this whole throat thing. It wasn't that big a deal, was it?

Nodding, Neji took a bite of his toast. "It's interesting, I guess," he said, offering Kiba a smile. "No weirder than kissing a family member, when it comes right down to it."

"Yeah, seems to be about the same thing, from what I've seen," Kiba nodded. He grinned. "You're lucky kaa-san's more conscious than most about protocol for dealing with outsiders... otherwise, she might've done the same to you."

Neji recoiled in horror, staring at Kiba. "She... she wouldn't. It's not like I'm married to you!" he sputtered.

"You're my mate, for the moment. She acknowledged you as such. If you were one of us, you'd be expected to show respect to her that way - well, even aside from the fact that she's clan head," Kiba corrected himself. He chuckled at the look on Neji's face. "Don't worry, she's not going to expect it of you. I told you, she's better with outsiders than most Inuzuka. It's part of why she's clan head."

Neji sighed. "I just...don't think I'm ready for that just yet," he said. "It's different with you." He munched on his toast thoughtfully.

Laughing, Kiba just dug into his breakfast. Akamaru, his fur slick and ruffled from the washing, trotted over to jump up onto the chair beside him, and Kiba obligingly offered him a piece of bacon. "So what did you do to get the washing?" he teased his partner, who gave a low bark and refused to answer.

Neji raised his eyebrows. "What did he say?" he asked innocently, digging into the rest of his breakfast.

"He told me to go back to screwing you and leave him in peace," Kiba replied, rolling his eyes. "Which means, whatever it was she caught him at, it was really embarrassing." He grinned and ruffled his partner's ears, then fed him another piece of bacon. "So what're we doing today? We can't spend all day in bed."

"I don't have many ideas," Neji admitted, not wanting to just come out and say that, for once, spending all day in bed sounded like an excellent idea. "Do you?"

"Well, we could watch a movie or something," Kiba suggested, pausing in shovelling in his breakfast to think about it. "We've got a bunch right here, we wouldn't even have to leave the house. Or there're books to read. Training's out - you were hurt way worse than me by my injuries yesterday, I don't want to take the chance that the effect might get more severe. It'd be really stupid if you were badly injured because we were too bored not to train."

"A...movie?" Though Neji rarely if ever watched movies, Kiba had a point. There simply was no way they could train - and as such, no reason for him to feel guilty over not training. What did people do for fun, anyway? Just watch movies? "I guess a movie sounds good," he said.

"Well, that'll keep us occupied for a couple of hours, at least," Kiba grinned - more like, leered. "I'm sure we'll find a way to entertain ourselves for the rest of the time." Being in a new relationship was a lot of fun, he reflected - you were eager to explore and discover everything you could.

Neji smiled back. He certainly was smiling a lot more! I think I could get used to this, so long as I don't allow it to destroy my focus... "That sounds great," he said. "What sort of movie will we watch?"

"I dunno... something action, I suppose," Kiba replied, then chuckled. "Actually, 'action' and 'horror' are pretty much our only choices, with a sub-category of 'cheesy ninja action' instead of comedy. Nobody in my family goes in for other stuff, really." It might be fun to sit around for the morning and make fun of the movie-writers' idea of what shinobi were supposed to be like.

Neji pondered the options as he finished off his food. "Well... they both sound equally good," he said. "The ninja action movie sounds pretty dumb, though..."

Snickering, Kiba stood and started to clear away the plates. "That's the whole point, Neji... you sit around and make fun of the stupid things."

Neji considered that. "Is that fun?" he asked curiously. "I've never seen a movie like that before." In fact, he could probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of movies he'd seen in his life.

"Yeah, it's a laugh," Kiba assured him, remembering just in time to wait for Neji to stand before moving towards the kitchen to dump the dirty plates, so as not to pull the older boy awkwardly out of the chair. "We'll watch one of those first, see if you like them, I guess."

He reflected that not only was he getting used to having to consider Neji's movements as well as his own, he was getting used to Neji... to having him around.

"Okay," Neji said, wondering how many of these movies Kiba planned on watching today as he followed him towards the kitchen. I guess they're...two hours or so long. That's a lot of movies one could watch in a day. "How many movies do you own?" he asked with faint surprise.

"Uh... dunno, never counted," Kiba admitted as he ditched the dishes for the cleaners to deal with and led the way to the main room. "More than fifty, less than a hundred, I guess," he said as he headed for the cupboard that hid the TV, DVD player and all the movies. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, indicating the cushioned areas that passed for furniture. "And keep in mind that the puppies seem to be out training or something right now, but they'll be back."

Neji's jaw dropped as he sat down on the couch. "Have you seen all of them?" he asked, flabbergasted.

"Sure, I've seen most of them a couple of times," Kiba agreed, giving him a curious look over his shoulder as he ran a finger over the cases, looking for something good. He finally pulled out one that was actually a little worn on the cover, he'd watched it so many times - it was one of his favourites, and he knew it by heart, but it was still funny no matter how many times he saw it. The more so because it had been intended to be a completely serious 'martial arts' flick - it was just so far off base it was hilarious to someone who knew the difference.

Neji still looked stunned. "When do you practice?" he asked in amazement. "I don't have time for movies, most of the time."

"It's not like I watch them all at once!" Kiba protested, laughing. "I might watch one or two a week, Neji. That's not that much time out of my practice schedule." He popped the movie in and turned the screen on, before trotting back to flop next to Neji, nuzzling close automatically.

"Sure seems like it," Neji said, nestling against Kiba with his head against his chest. "I don't even own any movies. I don't think I've seen more than four or five."

"Yeah, but you do other stuff I don't do, like play go," Kiba pointed out, more than happy to wrap his arm around the older boy and bury his nose in Neji's long hair as the movie started. "Besides, haven't we already repeatedly established that you're more dedicated to your training than I am?" Privately he thought it might just be because Neji, frankly, had nothing else to do... he had no friends to hang out with, as Kiba did.

"Yes," Neji said, snuggling into Kiba a little more deeply. He could take or leave the experience of watching a stupid movie, but sitting on the couch with Kiba's arms around him and his face in his hair was something he'd endure a lot of boredom to experience.

Despite how much he loved this movie, Kiba could hardly concentrate on it as it started. He was distracted by the strong scent of Neji against him, and the feel of the older boy curled up next to him. Of all the positions he'd never thought he'd find himself in - well, this wasn't actually anywhere near the top, but it was certainly high up the list! Not that he was complaining. Hell no. He inhaled deeply, trying not to be too obvious about it, just enjoying the scent.

Neji turned his head and smiled up at Kiba when he saw the blissful look on the other boy's face. "You like this movie a lot?" he teased, hoping that it was actually him that Kiba was so happy about.

"Eh..." Kiba laughed and grinned back at him, a little abashed to be caught so blatantly enjoying Neji's presence, but not in the least ashamed. "I know the movie by heart, truth to tell. It's more that it's so nice sitting here with you like this."

Neji... beamed. He couldn't help it. "I think it's nice sitting here with you like this, too," he said.

Staring for a moment, Kiba finally chuckled and nuzzled against him again. It was very weird to see Neji looking so unabashedly happy... but it certainly wasn't a bad thing. "I think I could get used to you looking like that," he said softly, nipping lightly at the shell of the older boy's ear. Then he laughed again. "But it is going to take some getting used to!"

Neji blinked, the smile fading. "I...think it's going to take getting used to for me, too," he said quietly, a ghost of the smile remaining. "People are going to think there's something wrong with me."

Kiba took a second to picture how the Hyuuga - any Hyuuga - would react to seeing their ice prince smiling like that, and cracked up. "Oh, man... I hope I get to see Hinata's face when she sees you," he wheezed, clinging to Neji's shoulders for support to keep himself from rolling around with laughter. "This is going to be priceless!"

Neji reddened. "It...it's not that funny," he protested, thinking that Kiba was laughing at him. "Why are you laughing so hard?!"

"Oh gods, Neji... think about the looks on their faces!" Kiba protested, holding his stomach. Akamaru, stretched out on the floor in front of them, also made a sound suspiciously like a laugh. "I bet they've never seen you smile in your entire life!"

The blush deepened and Neji averted his gaze. "We...we already talked about that," he said, curling away from Kiba a bit. He didn't see what was so funny about the whole thing!

Finally realizing that Neji wasn't sharing his mirth, Kiba's laughter trailed off, and he gave his lover a puzzled look. "What? You don't think it's funny? C'mon, Neji, you can't tell me the idea of Hyuuga Hiashi with a totally flabbergasted look on his face isn't funny."

Neji blinked at Kiba. "I...I guess so," he said. "I just..." He sighed. "Never mind...You're right, it's funny."

Rolling his eyes, Kiba buried his fingers in the mass of hair at the base of Neji's neck and massaged the tense muscles there gently. "I'm not laughing at you, dumbass," he muttered affectionately. "I'm laughing at your family."

"Really?" Neji asked, then cursed himself for the vulnerable sound in his voice. "Just... ignore me, Kiba. I'm being oversensitive," he said, closing his eyes and tilting his head to maximize the massage with a contented purr.

"You're just not used to my teasing. You'll get used to it," Kiba said confidently. "Just relax, and try to remember before you start to take offence that I probably don't mean anything by it!" He liked the noises Neji was making in the back of his throat. Forgetting about the movie entirely now, he focused his attention on trying to get Neji to make even more interesting noises.

"Nnn... yeah, try to remember next time," Neji said vaguely. "You laugh so loud...it startles me."

"But I like laughing," Kiba replied simply, leaning down to scrape his canines along the soft flesh of Neji's neck. Not hard enough to qualify as a bite, or even a nip; he just wanted to see what the stimulus would do. "And I like teasing you. It's fun."

Neji squirmed as tingles rushed down his spine, a soft gasp escaping his lips. "You... distract me," he said. "Not fair."

"So? You want to watch the movie after all?" With a mock-disappointed noise, Kiba pulled away again, resettling himself in a much less compromising position and appearing to redirect all his attention towards the television screen. "If you insist..."

Neji let out a whimpering sound, turning to look at Kiba. "I didn't say stop!" he growled, turning over and depositing himself in Kiba's lap, his mouth dangerously close to a suspicious bulge in Kiba's pants.

Gasping, Kiba went still, fighting the instinct to snap his hips forward and rub himself against Neji's so tempting face. "You play dirty," he accused the older boy, knowing full well it was a case of pot calling kettle black.

He dug his fingers into the back of Neji's neck again, this time letting the edges of his claw-like nails scrape along the skin, still not hard enough to do any damage, but more than enough for the potential threat to be felt.

Neji shivered visibly, then dropped downwards that last inch, nuzzling against the mound in Kiba's pants. "D-do I?" he gasped. "So do you..."

Likes it a bit rough, does he? Kiba's thoughts were coming unusually slowly through the fire of arousal in his brain, but he supposed he should have known that already, judging by Neji's reaction to being bitten the night before.

He twined his fingers through Neji's thick hair and ran them downwards, pulling off the tie holding the mass of dark hair together. Thick locks spilled over Neji's back and shoulders, and Kiba tugged on a fistful playfully. "Gods, you have such gorgeous hair," he murmured.

Neji purred softly, squirming as Kiba tugged at and played with his hair. "Thank you," he murmured, nuzzling again, though he made no effort to try to free Kiba from his clothing.

Trying not to groan, Kiba shifted to give Neji slightly better access - and to relieve a bit of the pressure on his suddenly much too tight jeans. "Tease," he muttered, dragging his nails along Neji's back. They were sharp enough to be felt even through the shirt, and when he reached the older boy's waist, he tugged the shirt up and moved his hand under it, relishing the feel of soft skin under his calloused finger tips. Here and there scars broke the surface of Neji's flesh, but that just added to the experience.

Neji squirmed again, suddenly regretting the position. Or rather, realizing that it didn't quite put him in the position of power he'd expected. He couldn't bring himself to mind. He opened his mouth and closed over the cloth-covered mound, then grimaced, finally reaching up and beginning to release Kiba's fly.

"Neji..." Kiba's voice was hardly more than a breathy exclamation of need as he writhed under the older boy's mouth. "S-so much for doing something else for a while," he muttered more to himself than anything else, amused by their inability to keep from distracting each other.

Well, hell, they were teenage boys, after all. He wasn't really complaining. Returning his hand to Neji's waist, he teased the tips of his fingers beneath the waistband of the pants, letting his claws scrape gently here and there, dipping lower with each pass.

Neji gasped softly as Kiba's hand dipped below his waistband. Time to turn the tables...I hope, he thought, opening his mouth and tonguing the tip of Kiba's member.

Making an incoherent noise, Kiba squirmed in an effort to keep himself from thrusting up into Neji's mouth. The warm wetness was enough to drive him crazy, the more so because Neji was teasing him like this.

He tried to force his hand further under Neji's waistband, but the fabric was too tight. Neji was just a bit wider at the hips than Kiba was; not too much to allow him to wear Kiba's pants, but enough to make it difficult for Kiba to get under them. And with Neji lying sprawled on his stomach, Kiba couldn't unfasten them, either.

Fine, he growled to himself, giving up on getting inside for the moment. He withdrew his hand, then slid it over the taut fabric, putting just enough pressure behind his claws to be sure Neji would feel his fingers sliding lower.

Neji moaned, squirming, and opened his mouth wider, trying to drop his head further down. He didn't want to choke, and this was all very... weird, and intense, but he found himself enjoying it.

"I really," Kiba's voice had dropped half an octave and turned so husky it might as well have been a growl, "like the noises you make." Grinning, he ducked his head. It was awkward to lean over enough to let him mouth the back of Neji's neck, but he was flexible enough to be able to do it without straining himself. He let his sharp fangs graze the back of Neji's neck, inhaling deeply to catch the scent of the older boy's arousal.

To his surprise, that wasn't the only scent he caught. Snapping his head up, he snarled at his sister, who was standing in the doorway watching them with evident amusement in her expression. Back off, the growl warned, he's MINE. His hand tightened possessively over Neji's hip as well.

Neji stiffened as Kiba startled, raising his head to look at Kiba's sister and then glaring at her heatedly.

The Inuzuka woman merely grinned and shook her head at them. "If you didn't want company, you should have gone to one of the rooms, little brother," she said unrepentantly. "That's what they're for."

"Hana..." Kiba growled warningly, dropping the honourific. His muscles were tense; he was fighting his instincts not to jump at her and drive her away from his mate. She snorted at him.

"Oh, stand down, I'm not interested in him," she assured him, her grin widening. "He's a bit young for my tastes, and not an Inuzuka besides."

Neji's glare deepened. They don't have to talk about me like I'm not here! he thought angrily. Like I'm some kind of possession they can fight over. "Considering your sense of smell, you might at least have knocked," he growled.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "I have to go through this room to get to the weapons room, which is where I'm going," she replied. "Like I just told Kiba, if you wanted privacy, you should have used one of the spare rooms."

Pushing away from the door, she crossed the room behind them, obviously headed deeper into the house. "I suggest keeping it private until you get over the possessive stage, little brother," she tossed over her shoulder to Kiba with another grin and a wink. He growled back in return, and she laughed before she slipped out the door on the other side of the room.

Once the woman had left, Neji's anger began to fizzle, though he still had enough left to sit up and snap at Kiba. "You don't have to treat me like some kind of chew toy, you know!"

"Huh?" Still riled by his sister's lingering scent, and more than a little off balance by his own unexpected and very intense reaction to having her near Neji, Kiba turned startled eyes to Neji. "I thought you liked it when I bit you?" he blurted out, the older boy's words not quite making sense to him.

Neji blushed, but shook his head. "That's not what I meant," he said. "You... you both act like I'm some kind of object you could fight over, if she was 'interested' in me."

"I..." Kiba was about to protest the statement, when he actually took a moment to consider how it might seem to an outsider. "She was just teasing me," he finally said, sighing and relaxing ever so slightly. "Gods know I teased her about her boyfriends often enough. And I'm sorry about the possessive bit - I didn't expect to react that strongly." He ducked his head slightly, a bit embarrassed by the strength of his instinctive reaction.

The last of Neji's righteous anger was diffused when Kiba dropped his head. Sighing softly, Neji wound his arms around Kiba's neck and hugged him. "I'm sorry for getting angry," he said softly. "I just...don't like being talked over. I don't really mind you being possessive." He coloured. "It's a little flattering."

"I didn't mean to talk over you - at that point there wasn't much going through my head other than 'mine, back off!'" Kiba admitted, abashed. When he was younger he'd often tried to sneak into the room his sister took her boyfriend into, to see what they were up to, and she'd done much the same to him, warning him off. Which was, of course, why she'd deliberately walked in on him today, to pay him back for all the trouble he'd given her.

Neji had to smile at that. "It's...okay," he said softly. "I forgive you, Kiba."

Glancing over his shoulder at the door where Hana had vanished, Kiba sighed. "So, are we going to actually watch the movie, or go back to the bedroom and try to recapture the mood she so successfully broke?" he said, not without some amusement. "She'll be back soon."

Neji considered that, his hands going to Kiba's crotch and zipping him back into his pants. Either way, that needed to be hidden, for now. "I'm not sure we're capable of watching the movie right now," he said frankly.

"N-not if you keep that up," Kiba replied on the edge of a groan. He shifted, squirming away from Neji's hands, and couldn't resist leaning in and licking the shell of the older boy's ear. "Back to the bedroom, then?"

"Much as it embarrasses me to say so, back to the bedroom," Neji agreed, smiling as he rose to his feet.

"Oh, good," Kiba grabbed Neji's hand and tugged him towards the door, not even bothering to turn off the movie. "I was afraid you were going to want to stay here after all."

They had to go past the door to the weapons room to get to the bedrooms, and Kiba heard his name called as they passed the doorway. Turning, he automatically caught the small object flying towards him. Glancing at it, he rolled his eyes at his sister, who was polishing her favourite sword and grinning at him. "Haha, very funny, nee-chan." Not that he didn't appreciate the gesture - the oil they used to care for their metal weapons would come in handy for other purposes, as well.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she replied. When he opened his mouth to protest that following those instructions would keep him from half the things he had planned, she modified it slightly to, "Well, nothing I wouldn't do if I could do it, hmm? And try to actually show up for dinner tonight!"

Neji reddened deeply at the banter, and was glad when they passed the room, leaving Kiba's sister behind. He peered at the bottle, wondering what it was for for a few moments before inspiration hit him. "Can we use that?" he choked.

Well, at least he wasn't going to have to explain to Neji how it was done, Kiba reflected with a grin. "Sure, why not?" he asked, shrugging as he led the way back into the bedroom and shut the door behind them. His sister would still be able to hear - and smell - what they were up to, but it at least gave them some illusion of privacy.

"I... I don't know," Neji said. "I thought there were special oils for that sort of thing. You're not a sword, Kiba..."

Wondering whether the comment meant Neji was expecting him to be seme or uke, Kiba grinned. "Trust me, I've heard of people using worse things! At least it's oil, and it's not poisonous or corrosive or anything else like that."

Neji looked horrified. "I would hope you're not that stupid," he said. "You... know what you're doing, right?" he added, a little nervously.

"It's not a matter of brains, it's a matter of keeping your head on and not just grabbing for the first thing that looks like it might do when you're in the middle of it," Kiba replied with a grin. Then he tilted his head, considering. "On second thought, Naruto's the one who told me most of the horror stories, so maybe it is a matter of brains." He snorted in amusement. "I may not have any practical experience, but I know what I'm doing. Besides," he prowled forward, eyes fixed on Neji like a predator gazing at his prey, "it can't be that hard to figure out."

Neji held his ground, answering the predatory look with a smirk of his own. "I did not need to know that about Naruto, you know..."

"What, that he was stupid, or that he was gay?" Kiba shrugged. "Either should have been self-evident." He was close enough now to feel the heat of Neji's body against his, to smell the scent of his reawakening arousal easily. "Shirts off," he said, more like a growl, though not nearly as hostile as the sound he'd been making at his sister earlier.

"Neither, that he'd been in a situation like that - or more than one - where he had a...lubricant-related disaster," Neji said, pulling the shirt over his head.

"He claims he heard them all from the perv... from Jiraiya-sama," Kiba corrected himself hastily, though his grin showed that he wasn't entirely in disagreement with Naruto about the sannin's disposition. He stripped his own shirt off in record time, hands already seeking the warmth of Neji's chest. He traced the scars that marred the skin, ducking his head to lick along the ridges of flesh.

Neji moaned. "I still don't want to think about Naruto right now," he gasped, his own hands going to Kiba's chest, finding his nipples and squeezing.

"Okay," Kiba gasped, hardly aware of what he was agreeing to. His hands dipped lower as his mouth continued to trace the battle-scarred contours of Neji's chest, fingers fumbling at the fly of his pants with uncharacteristic gracelessness. "Mmph, help me get these off," he finally demanded, tugging impatiently at the waistband.

Neji gasped softly for breath. "Okay," he gasped, tugging on his own pants and pushing them down, kicking them off. "Get yours off, too," he managed.

Kiba wasted no time stripping down, advancing on Neji again the moment he was bare. Akamaru had chosen to stay outside the room, undoubtedly knowing exactly what his human half was planning to get up to; it was only the two of them, and Kiba let his eyes slide over the muscled planes of Neji's body with obvious pleasure in the sight.

It was a struggle for him not to just blurt out something hopelessly possessive - like 'mine' - and he settled for ducking his head to bite Neji's throat again, laying claim in a more primal way than words.

Neji cried out softly, tilting his head back automatically to give Kiba easier access. "Do it, Kiba," he gasped. "Please..."

Oddly, Neji's inflamed words gave Kiba a measure of control. He didn't want to just pounce the other boy flat into the mattress and act like a rutting animal... well, actually, he did, but he was human enough to realize that such behaviour wasn't exactly the best way to ensure his partner was enjoying himself. And that did matter to Kiba, very much.

So instead, although he did push Neji a bit roughly to the edge of the futon and down onto the mattress, following him down eagerly, he took his time and continued to lick burning paths over Neji's skin, teasing both of them slowly.

Neji squirmed restlessly. "Kiba..." he moaned, his hands moving restlessly over Kiba's skin, urging him to go faster. "You're such... a tease..."

Kiba nipped sharply at the flesh his mouth was on in reprimand; it happened to be the arch of Neji's hip. "I'll take my time if I want to," he muttered, trailing a little lower just to tease Neji more. He was all but quivering with the fight against his own instincts, but damn it, he was going to do this right. It was his first time as well as Neji's, after all.

Neji cried out at the nip, falling silent except for the gasps and moans Kiba's motions caused. If Kiba could hold back, so could he!

The strong scent of arousal and musk drew Kiba's attention sideways, like a magnet pulls at an iron filing. He couldn't resist licking at the hard shaft of Neji's cock, savouring the rich scent and taste of the impossibly soft skin. "You taste so good," he all but whimpered, trailing his mouth lower on the shaft.

Neji's cry was louder this time. "Kiba!" Suddenly he stopped squirming, holding himself stiffly, as though afraid that if he moved Kiba would stop. "Kiba...."

Careful not to let his teeth scrape, Kiba took the tip of the shaft into his mouth, swiping his tongue lazily over the head before releasing it again almost before Neji had a chance to react. There would be time and more for that later... right now he had a particular destination in mind. He dropped lower, his hands coming to support the back of Neji's thighs as he urged the older boy to raise his hips, tilting them upwards to give Kiba a better angle as he continued to trail downwards.

Mindless with need and pleasure, Neji lifted his hips as bidden, still moaning as Kiba's mouth closed around his cock. Incoherent noises of pleasure issued from his throat with each move Kiba made.

Torn between his desire to see the expressions that were flitting across Neji's face and what his instincts were telling him, Kiba hesitated, staring up at Neji's odd blank eyes. He vaguely remembered a time when he'd thought the Hyuuga family difficult to read because of their lack of pupil; now on Neji, it seemed normal and extremely expressive.

"Turn over," he said huskily, his instincts finally winning out. He wanted to take this further. "Lie on your stomach." The growl in his voice made even him shiver slightly; was that really his voice?

Neji shivered at the tone in Kiba's voice. Nodding slowly, a flicker of nervousness coming over his face, he pushed himself up and turned over, stretching out on his stomach with his head pillowed on his arms.

The sight of Neji lying like that, with his ass in the air, nearly drove Kiba wild, but he managed to hang onto restraint by the tips of his claws. "Neji," he murmured, his voice burning with barely restrained passion as he moved forward, his hands sliding over the backs of the older boy's thighs and up to his buttocks, squeezing the flesh there. "Do you trust me?"

Neji gasped softly, but nodded. "I trust you," he managed. "Please, Kiba, just do it."

Eyes glittering with mirth and arousal, Kiba leaned forward. "I'm not done playing just yet," he murmured, tracing his tongue over the soft flesh of Neji's ass, dipping delicately into the crack and following it down.

He wanted to taste what he could smell, wanted to drive Neji right to the edge before he took him and pushed him over. The tip of his tongue found the tight ridge of muscle blocking Neji's entrance, and played over it, even pushing in slightly before pulling out again.

Neji cried out again, squirming slightly at the odd sensation. "K-Kiba!" he said, startled.

Not bothering to lift his head to answer, Kiba just gave a slightly feral grin before licking in a little harder. It tasted... odd, but not bad. He could smell Neji's arousal, even taste a hint of pre-come that was dribbling down over the older boy's cock. Reaching blindly, he fumbled for the bottle of oil his sister had tossed him, unscrewing the cap and dumping a healthy amount into his palm without even looking.

Neji wasn't aware of what Kiba was doing, too focussed on the sensations running through his body. "Kiba!"

Growling, Kiba scrambled up to kneel behind the older boy, using one hand on Neji's hip to urge him onto hands and knees as well. Most of the oil in his hand managed to find its way to Neji's ass, and the rest he used to coat his own erection. His patience was one the verge of snapping, and he was afraid if he took any more time to prepare the older boy, they'd both lose it. Well, Neji was a ninja, he could handle a little rough play probably without even noticing the damage.

Leaning forward over his lover, Kiba draped himself over the older boy's back, biting at the junction of his neck and shoulder as he positioned himself. The desire to just slam home inside Neji's body was almost overwhelming, but somehow Kiba managed to control himself a little better than that, even reaching around to pull at Neji's erection to help distract him from the pain of entry.

Neji cried out as Kiba began to push into him, feeling like he was being stretched nearly to the point of tearing. He dug his fingers into the covers, gasping for breath, trying to relax when all of his ninja training was warring with his trust in Kiba, and his desire to feel what he only intellectually knew was coming.

After what felt like an eternity, some sort of barrier seemed to give way and the fight to relax was suddenly much easier. He let out a soft moan, dropping his head forward to expose more of his neck to Kiba.

Vaguely aware that he was grateful Neji couldn't understand exactly how possessive his growling really was, Kiba rested against his back, forcing himself to give the older boy a moment to adjust. "All right?" he finally gritted out, nuzzling Neji's shoulder.

Though Kiba had only just stopped moving, Neji felt as though he'd be driven insane if Kiba didn't do something soon. Though he was panting so hard he was dizzy, somehow he managed to gasp out, "Fuck me, Kiba!"

Swallowing hard, Kiba abandoned the last vestiges of his restraint and complied, pulling out briefly before slamming back in so hard Neji was pinned to the bed. His snarl of pleasure echoed in the room, his hand tightening around Neji's cock and pumping in time with his hips.

He thought he'd never heard anything as erotic as Neji begging like that. He wanted to hear it again, but at the moment he was content with just the sounds Neji was making as Kiba slammed into him over and over again. It was wild and more than a bit animalistic, but it was hot and hard and everything he'd ever dreamed of, and then some.

Neji nearly screamed as Kiba slammed into him, and he buried his face in the pillow, just grabbing onto whatever was within reach and holding on as Kiba rode him wildly. After far too short a time, he convulsed once, finally letting out a scream he couldn't control as his climax slammed into him hard. His cock jerked in Kiba's hand, pulsing hot fluid onto the sheets.

Feeling Neji's body tighten around him, Kiba choked on a howl as he fought against his own orgasm. He didn't want to come yet, he wanted this to last, to draw it out and...

The howl escaped him as his body rebelled, convulsing over Neji's as ecstasy swept over him. He bit down on Neji's shoulder hard enough to taste blood again, just a little, just enough to fill his mouth with the sharp taste of it as his vision went white.

Neji collapsed bonelessly to the bed, gasping for breath, unable to think or feel anything but about how Kiba was convulsing over him, filling him with his seed. "Kiba..." he whispered.

It took a long moment before Kiba finally managed to release Neji's shoulder, and he nuzzled the older boy in silent apology for any pain he might have caused. He couldn't quite bring himself to pull out - the sense of connection was still strong, and he didn't want to lose it just yet. "Gods, Neji," he said hoarsely, his mind swimming with a mixture of passion and awe.

Neji moaned softly, slitting his eyes open. His body still shuddered with aftershocks of the intense orgasm, but he could feel a wonderful lassitude beginning to infect his body. "Hmm?" he murmured.

"I just... gods." Kiba couldn't seem to come up with anything more coherent than that. Nor could he seem to summon the energy to lift himself off Neji's back, but Neji wasn't complaining, so that was okay. If he'd had a tail, it would have been wagging lazily, but instead he just gave a contented little growl.

Neji made a contented purring noise, his eyes slipping shut once again. "Feels good," he murmured, happy to stay exactly like this for as long as he could.

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