Categories > Anime/Manga > Naruto > Obstacles
Warnings: Sex, sex, and more sex. Language.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't profit from it. This is all for my own personal enjoyment.
A/N: Beta'd once again by the indomitable omgcats. Without her the commas would be attempting mutiny and the language would be even more overly absurd. As always comments and crit are welcome and loved.
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Kiba could still taste Neji on his lips and in his mouth as they sat in silence, watching Ram and Rooster disappear into the woods. Rooster carried the unfortunate head of security across her shoulders, her limp more pronounced due to the added weight. Normally they would have disposed of the body there at the cabin, chemicals and jutsus able to quickly and easily break a body down into its elemental components. To move a body post interrogation was risky, it was another link in the chain of events that could potentially be traced. He had to assume that Ram had some sort of scheme in mind to justify it.
Neji stood suddenly, his lean body unfolding with an enviable grace, stepping to the edge of the roof. The motion pulled Kiba from his musings and he turned to watch the man. Facing the dense tree line Neji activated his Byakugan, seemingly unaffected by the kiss they'd just shared. Kiba stood a moment later, brushing off the bits of rotted shingle that clung tenaciously to his dark pants. If the Hyuuga was going to play it cool, well, Kiba could too.
They stood side by side until their captain and teammate were lost in the shadows of the trees, a textbook picture of professional ninja. Kiba waited a handful of seconds after they vanished before pushing his mask back up and off. Hooking it onto his belt he slanted Neji a look. Neji looked back at him, expression hidden by the mask, a blank slate Kiba couldn't see through. Reaching out, he pushed the other's tiger mask up. Time to see if that kiss had been a simple curiosity or something more.
Stepping into the Hyuuga's personal space, Kiba fisted his hands into Neji's vest and leaned in to press his mouth against Neji's. His lips were smooth and warm against Kiba's own, still slightly damp from the previous kiss. Kiba wondered if Neji had licked them, looking for the taste of him there. He kept the kiss unobtrusive at first, uncharacteristically wary. Just because Neji had let the first kiss slide didn't mean he'd allow the second. Emboldened by the continued absence of violence he deepened the kiss. Pushing his tongue into Neji's mouth Kiba stroked against the sharp edges of his teeth before tangling their tongues together.
Neji returned the kiss for a brief moment, his hands clutching at Kiba's hips, before he pulled away. Once again he turned his eyes towards the forest. Kiba studied his profile. If one disregarded the damp and slightly swollen lips, Neji looked like he did everyday. Kiba grinned, he was slowly disheveling the austere man one kiss at a time.
Apparently satisfied with the last round of surveillance, Neji turned towards Kiba. Kiba gave him his best 'I'm gonna' eat you alive' smile, one that was full of teeth and challenges. A sardonically quirked eyebrow was the only answer he received.
Tryst arranged without exchanging words, Neji dropped down to land silently on the damp grass below. He disappeared into the cabin without a backward glance.
Kiba took a second before following, running a hand through the rumpled mess of his hair and trying unsuccessfully to suppress the flare of anticipation arcing through him. The game wasn't won yet.
Jumping off the roof, Kiba took a moment to confere with Akamaru. The dog was sitting alert at the far corner of the cabin, eyes on the forest, ears twitching at every sound. He tilted his head questioningly at Kiba when the man landed on the patchy grass next to him. Kiba winked at him, his lips curling into a lascivious smile. Akamaru gave him a doggy grin in return, not exactly unused to such behavior from his partner.
Confident that the dog would keep watch Kiba pushing his way into the cabin. The interior was lit by a single oil lamp and the small amount of light that spilled from it did little to illuminate the room. A suspicious stain on the floor just barely touched the circle of light cast by the lamp and the air was heavy with the scent of mildew overlaid with the faintly sulfuric smell of jutsu. It wasn't Kiba's first choice for a fuck but he'd been in worse places; it would do.
Sensing Neji behind him, Kiba turned, ready to seduce and cajole. He was surprised by the way Neji's eyes glittered feverishly in the weak light. Kiba suddenly mesmerized, struck by the sensation that he was about to be devoured. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. He had time for one breath before Neji's hands were on his shoulders, pressing him back against the wall. The wood was rough and it snagged his uniform, pressed his sword into his spine. Kiba didn't care. He was too busy meeting the lips coming down to capture his.
The small part of Kiba's brain still capable of rational thought was astonished by Neji's intensity towards something non-ninja related. The rest of him was busy trying to put that intensity to good use.
The kiss turned bruising, Neji's tongue fucking Kiba's mouth even as he pressed his erection against Kiba's answering hardness. Kiba could feel the heat of him through the heavy material of the uniform. Gripping the back of Neji's vest he pulled him closer, until the metal claps of their vest clanked together and it seemed like only the thinnest garroting wire could fit between them.
They had to separate eventually, catching their breath in raspy pants. Kiba sucked the moisture from his lips as Neji turned his attention on the line of his jaw. He ran his mouth along the defined curve of it, from the sharp jut of his chin to the sensitive parts of his ear. Kiba gladly tilted his head to give him better access, shivering as Neji traced his tongue over the racing pulse in his neck.
Kiba's hands were diligently working on the straps and buckles of Neji's uniform, his hands steady despite the arousal flooding his system. It was tricky, they were standing so close together, but Kiba wasn't willing to put any distance between them. He made a pleased noise in his throat when the clasps ceded and he could push the inconvenient clothing off Neji's shoulders. The sword and vest fell clattering to the floor.
Pulling Neji down into another heated kiss, Kiba twisted them around until Neji's back was pressed against the wall. He grabbed Neji's thighs, fingertips stroking the well defined muscles there before pushing his way between them, cradled against Neji's pelvis. Burying his hands in the long soft length of Neji's hair, Kiba rocked his body against Neji's, groaning at the contact. He felt so fucking good.
Kiba only managed to get in a few good teasing thrusts before the room spun and he found himself pressed back up against the wall. Neji had curled Kiba's leg around his hip and it gave him such a sense of déjà vu he had to open his eyes to remember who stood before him. Pale eyes met his gaze and his stomach did an odd flip into his chest.
"Who made you king of the hill?" The words didn't come out as confident as Kiba would have liked. It felt suddenly as though the world was tilting out of control.
Neji lips twisted into an enigmatic smile as he slipped his hand into Kiba's pants, palming the hardness he found there. Shuddering, Kiba arched into the caress, unable to help himself. Despite rumors to the contrary, Neji was obviously not frigid.
"I don't fuck just anybody, Inuzuka." The words were quiet, more breath than anything else. It raised the hair on the back of Kiba's neck. "May I fuck you?"
Neji asked politely, but there was a forceful determination behind the question despite his inherent equanimity. Kiba's mind and body were at war with one another. He was used to dominating, liked being in control, and to turn that control over to someone like Hyuuga Neji was beyond terrifying. But a part of him was already crumbling, bowing down and submitting to someone who outranked him in more ways than one. It was tortuously sweet.
Leaning forward he caught Neji's lips in another deep kiss, his hands sliding beneath the sleeveless turtleneck to scrabble over the hot smooth flesh of Neji's back. He was suddenly inconceivably desperate to lose himself completely to the mercy of another. It'd been so long.
Taking the kiss for the assent it was, Neji continued teasing Kiba's cock, fingers brushing over the smooth skin. Kiba worked to undo the clasps of his own vest, since Neji was otherwise occupied. Having decided that playing bottom to Neji's top was acceptable, Kiba didn't want to waste any more time. They had little enough of it was it was.
Kiba's vest hit the floor just as Neji's knees did and Kiba's head hit the wall as Neji swallowed him to the hilt. He groaned, raking his fingers through Neji's hair, holding on for dear life as Neji proceeded to take him right to the edge before cruelly backing off. Kiba fisted his hands in that jet black hair, tugging on it to broadcast his frustrations with the man.
Neji looked up at him them and Kiba nearly came from the sight, all tangled hair and slick mouth and eyes hazy with lust. It took Kiba a moment to notice that Neji held a small bottle of oil in his right hand, slipped out of a vest pocket while he was otherwise distracted. It sent Kiba's heart racing. He couldn't look away as Neji slicked up his left hand and fingers, the smell of the weapons oil invading his senses.
Then Neji's mouth was back around Kiba's erection, hot and wet, and his fingers were slipping inside preparing him.
Kiba was nearly to the point of begging before Neji rose fluidly, pressing their mouths together as he coaxed Kiba's legs around his waist. Kiba went willingly, gasping at the sharp hot press of Neji's erection against him. He made himself relax, accepting the intrusion despite the flare of discomfort it brought. He'd been sixteen the last time he'd let someone take him.
Neji began thrusting in short, shallow movements, giving him time to adjust. It wasn't long before Kiba was rocking against him. Their motions were stifled and caught as he was between the wall and Neji, Kiba could do little to control the pacing. Neji was going too fast, tapping Kiba's prostate with nearly every deep slide, and he'd been so very close to the edge in the first place. A handful more of deep, steady thrusts and he was biting back a shout, painting an abstract pattern of white across the silky material of their shirts.
Spurred on by Kiba's orgasm Neji followed him over the edge, burying himself so deep Kiba could feel the throb of his heartbeat. Panting he dropped his head to rest against the rough wood, chin on Kiba's shoulder his body as boneless as Kiba had ever seen it. He stayed that way for a handful of seconds before pulling out and lowering Kiba's legs to the floor. They stood there unmoving, slowly pulling themselves back together. Kiba felt Akamaru's attention shift; Ram and Rooster would be back shortly.
Pushing himself away from the wall, Kiba was surprised when Neji didn't step away. Ram was pretty nonchalant but even he would have something to say if he caught them with their pants down. Leaning forward the Hyuuga pressed his mouth to Kiba's ear.
"Welcome to ANBU."
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't profit from it. This is all for my own personal enjoyment.
A/N: Beta'd once again by the indomitable omgcats. Without her the commas would be attempting mutiny and the language would be even more overly absurd. As always comments and crit are welcome and loved.
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Kiba could still taste Neji on his lips and in his mouth as they sat in silence, watching Ram and Rooster disappear into the woods. Rooster carried the unfortunate head of security across her shoulders, her limp more pronounced due to the added weight. Normally they would have disposed of the body there at the cabin, chemicals and jutsus able to quickly and easily break a body down into its elemental components. To move a body post interrogation was risky, it was another link in the chain of events that could potentially be traced. He had to assume that Ram had some sort of scheme in mind to justify it.
Neji stood suddenly, his lean body unfolding with an enviable grace, stepping to the edge of the roof. The motion pulled Kiba from his musings and he turned to watch the man. Facing the dense tree line Neji activated his Byakugan, seemingly unaffected by the kiss they'd just shared. Kiba stood a moment later, brushing off the bits of rotted shingle that clung tenaciously to his dark pants. If the Hyuuga was going to play it cool, well, Kiba could too.
They stood side by side until their captain and teammate were lost in the shadows of the trees, a textbook picture of professional ninja. Kiba waited a handful of seconds after they vanished before pushing his mask back up and off. Hooking it onto his belt he slanted Neji a look. Neji looked back at him, expression hidden by the mask, a blank slate Kiba couldn't see through. Reaching out, he pushed the other's tiger mask up. Time to see if that kiss had been a simple curiosity or something more.
Stepping into the Hyuuga's personal space, Kiba fisted his hands into Neji's vest and leaned in to press his mouth against Neji's. His lips were smooth and warm against Kiba's own, still slightly damp from the previous kiss. Kiba wondered if Neji had licked them, looking for the taste of him there. He kept the kiss unobtrusive at first, uncharacteristically wary. Just because Neji had let the first kiss slide didn't mean he'd allow the second. Emboldened by the continued absence of violence he deepened the kiss. Pushing his tongue into Neji's mouth Kiba stroked against the sharp edges of his teeth before tangling their tongues together.
Neji returned the kiss for a brief moment, his hands clutching at Kiba's hips, before he pulled away. Once again he turned his eyes towards the forest. Kiba studied his profile. If one disregarded the damp and slightly swollen lips, Neji looked like he did everyday. Kiba grinned, he was slowly disheveling the austere man one kiss at a time.
Apparently satisfied with the last round of surveillance, Neji turned towards Kiba. Kiba gave him his best 'I'm gonna' eat you alive' smile, one that was full of teeth and challenges. A sardonically quirked eyebrow was the only answer he received.
Tryst arranged without exchanging words, Neji dropped down to land silently on the damp grass below. He disappeared into the cabin without a backward glance.
Kiba took a second before following, running a hand through the rumpled mess of his hair and trying unsuccessfully to suppress the flare of anticipation arcing through him. The game wasn't won yet.
Jumping off the roof, Kiba took a moment to confere with Akamaru. The dog was sitting alert at the far corner of the cabin, eyes on the forest, ears twitching at every sound. He tilted his head questioningly at Kiba when the man landed on the patchy grass next to him. Kiba winked at him, his lips curling into a lascivious smile. Akamaru gave him a doggy grin in return, not exactly unused to such behavior from his partner.
Confident that the dog would keep watch Kiba pushing his way into the cabin. The interior was lit by a single oil lamp and the small amount of light that spilled from it did little to illuminate the room. A suspicious stain on the floor just barely touched the circle of light cast by the lamp and the air was heavy with the scent of mildew overlaid with the faintly sulfuric smell of jutsu. It wasn't Kiba's first choice for a fuck but he'd been in worse places; it would do.
Sensing Neji behind him, Kiba turned, ready to seduce and cajole. He was surprised by the way Neji's eyes glittered feverishly in the weak light. Kiba suddenly mesmerized, struck by the sensation that he was about to be devoured. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. He had time for one breath before Neji's hands were on his shoulders, pressing him back against the wall. The wood was rough and it snagged his uniform, pressed his sword into his spine. Kiba didn't care. He was too busy meeting the lips coming down to capture his.
The small part of Kiba's brain still capable of rational thought was astonished by Neji's intensity towards something non-ninja related. The rest of him was busy trying to put that intensity to good use.
The kiss turned bruising, Neji's tongue fucking Kiba's mouth even as he pressed his erection against Kiba's answering hardness. Kiba could feel the heat of him through the heavy material of the uniform. Gripping the back of Neji's vest he pulled him closer, until the metal claps of their vest clanked together and it seemed like only the thinnest garroting wire could fit between them.
They had to separate eventually, catching their breath in raspy pants. Kiba sucked the moisture from his lips as Neji turned his attention on the line of his jaw. He ran his mouth along the defined curve of it, from the sharp jut of his chin to the sensitive parts of his ear. Kiba gladly tilted his head to give him better access, shivering as Neji traced his tongue over the racing pulse in his neck.
Kiba's hands were diligently working on the straps and buckles of Neji's uniform, his hands steady despite the arousal flooding his system. It was tricky, they were standing so close together, but Kiba wasn't willing to put any distance between them. He made a pleased noise in his throat when the clasps ceded and he could push the inconvenient clothing off Neji's shoulders. The sword and vest fell clattering to the floor.
Pulling Neji down into another heated kiss, Kiba twisted them around until Neji's back was pressed against the wall. He grabbed Neji's thighs, fingertips stroking the well defined muscles there before pushing his way between them, cradled against Neji's pelvis. Burying his hands in the long soft length of Neji's hair, Kiba rocked his body against Neji's, groaning at the contact. He felt so fucking good.
Kiba only managed to get in a few good teasing thrusts before the room spun and he found himself pressed back up against the wall. Neji had curled Kiba's leg around his hip and it gave him such a sense of déjà vu he had to open his eyes to remember who stood before him. Pale eyes met his gaze and his stomach did an odd flip into his chest.
"Who made you king of the hill?" The words didn't come out as confident as Kiba would have liked. It felt suddenly as though the world was tilting out of control.
Neji lips twisted into an enigmatic smile as he slipped his hand into Kiba's pants, palming the hardness he found there. Shuddering, Kiba arched into the caress, unable to help himself. Despite rumors to the contrary, Neji was obviously not frigid.
"I don't fuck just anybody, Inuzuka." The words were quiet, more breath than anything else. It raised the hair on the back of Kiba's neck. "May I fuck you?"
Neji asked politely, but there was a forceful determination behind the question despite his inherent equanimity. Kiba's mind and body were at war with one another. He was used to dominating, liked being in control, and to turn that control over to someone like Hyuuga Neji was beyond terrifying. But a part of him was already crumbling, bowing down and submitting to someone who outranked him in more ways than one. It was tortuously sweet.
Leaning forward he caught Neji's lips in another deep kiss, his hands sliding beneath the sleeveless turtleneck to scrabble over the hot smooth flesh of Neji's back. He was suddenly inconceivably desperate to lose himself completely to the mercy of another. It'd been so long.
Taking the kiss for the assent it was, Neji continued teasing Kiba's cock, fingers brushing over the smooth skin. Kiba worked to undo the clasps of his own vest, since Neji was otherwise occupied. Having decided that playing bottom to Neji's top was acceptable, Kiba didn't want to waste any more time. They had little enough of it was it was.
Kiba's vest hit the floor just as Neji's knees did and Kiba's head hit the wall as Neji swallowed him to the hilt. He groaned, raking his fingers through Neji's hair, holding on for dear life as Neji proceeded to take him right to the edge before cruelly backing off. Kiba fisted his hands in that jet black hair, tugging on it to broadcast his frustrations with the man.
Neji looked up at him them and Kiba nearly came from the sight, all tangled hair and slick mouth and eyes hazy with lust. It took Kiba a moment to notice that Neji held a small bottle of oil in his right hand, slipped out of a vest pocket while he was otherwise distracted. It sent Kiba's heart racing. He couldn't look away as Neji slicked up his left hand and fingers, the smell of the weapons oil invading his senses.
Then Neji's mouth was back around Kiba's erection, hot and wet, and his fingers were slipping inside preparing him.
Kiba was nearly to the point of begging before Neji rose fluidly, pressing their mouths together as he coaxed Kiba's legs around his waist. Kiba went willingly, gasping at the sharp hot press of Neji's erection against him. He made himself relax, accepting the intrusion despite the flare of discomfort it brought. He'd been sixteen the last time he'd let someone take him.
Neji began thrusting in short, shallow movements, giving him time to adjust. It wasn't long before Kiba was rocking against him. Their motions were stifled and caught as he was between the wall and Neji, Kiba could do little to control the pacing. Neji was going too fast, tapping Kiba's prostate with nearly every deep slide, and he'd been so very close to the edge in the first place. A handful more of deep, steady thrusts and he was biting back a shout, painting an abstract pattern of white across the silky material of their shirts.
Spurred on by Kiba's orgasm Neji followed him over the edge, burying himself so deep Kiba could feel the throb of his heartbeat. Panting he dropped his head to rest against the rough wood, chin on Kiba's shoulder his body as boneless as Kiba had ever seen it. He stayed that way for a handful of seconds before pulling out and lowering Kiba's legs to the floor. They stood there unmoving, slowly pulling themselves back together. Kiba felt Akamaru's attention shift; Ram and Rooster would be back shortly.
Pushing himself away from the wall, Kiba was surprised when Neji didn't step away. Ram was pretty nonchalant but even he would have something to say if he caught them with their pants down. Leaning forward the Hyuuga pressed his mouth to Kiba's ear.
"Welcome to ANBU."
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