Chapter 1

"Come over to my place tonight." Kiba grunted. "You've been keeping me waiting." Neji diverted his gaze and loosened his tie. He was disgusted at dog boy's passes made at him, but yet he still found it ridiculously endearing. He'd act like he'd had no concern for him at all, and then he'd head over there whilst no one else was looking. Not to mention he'd let Kiba do most things to him. Basically anything he'd asked, really. Even if his ass was killing him the next morning. But being a ninja was stressful, right? He liked that excuse, and Kiba seemed to like it too.

Kiba slapped Neji's behind whilst no one was looking and sent a chill down his spine. Would he stop fucking doing that. Neji didn't feel like being a tool today or any other day, for that matter. Sure, he was offering a service, but so was Kiba. There was no bigger man; they were both in it for the pleasure, and that was it. So, after a few hours of hard work and training, Neji slipped away from his team and stopped by the Inuzuka residence. He knew he didn't need to worry about the family being around; they had to be out on a mission if Kiba had invited him.

"Oh, so you finally showed yourself." Kiba chuckled, meeting him at the gate. "Guessing you haven't been home yet since you look a mess."

Neji wrinkled his nose. "I didn't find the need to make an effort. It's just you." He scoffed. Ouch, Kiba thought. Already throwing punches. What a stoic man.

Neji followed Kiba inside, but rather than head to the bedroom like usual, they stopped in the livingroom instead. Kiba laid on the wide floor of tatami mats and propped himself up with his elbows. He smirked and stared Neji in the face.

"Ride me."

Neji's disgusted look returned to his face. Ugh, bastard.

"I'm not going dry." He said. Kiba smirked again. "I've got you covered." He reached his hand under the kotatsu nearby and pulled out a bottle of lubricant and and a pack of large condoms, two of which were already used.

"You planned this." Neji scowled. "All of it."

"Heh, don't look so pissed. These are for your benefit, not mine."

So, like an obedient puppy, Neji did it like he always does. He unzipped Kiba, got him prepped, and sorted himself out in the proccess. Then, he gently lowered himself onto Kiba's dick, feeling his heat enter him. And boy, was he hot. Neji only had to take one look at Kiba's face to tell he was doing a good job. Because that was the way Kiba liked it. He pushed when it went in and he squeezed when it came out. And it made Kiba come every time.

It was going well like it always did, when suddenly Neji caught sight of Kiba with an expression that he'd never seen before. He seemed pained, like he'd suddenly thought of something and seen it through his minds eye; something that broke his heart.

What was wrong? Did he mess up? Was he doing it wrong? Kiba had been enjoying it only moments ago, so what happened?

Suddenly, Kiba scowled and lifted Neji by his waist, placing him down onto his back.

"Wait, what are you-!"

Kiba thrusted into him and leaned down to bury his face in Neji's hair. He held Neji's body very close.

"Kiba?" Neji asked, but Kiba didn't respond. He didn't lift his head. He just kept going until they were both finished and gasping for air. Then, he leaned down to kiss Neji, settled beside him and fell asleep. And with one arm over him, he slept through the whole night.

Neji, however, wasn't so lucky. He was battered and bruised with the training, and Kiba hadn't exactly been so gentle with him. He felt the cold floor against his back making him arch it, and Kiba's heavy, wolf-like limbs clinging to him and making him clammy. Somehow he didn't mind so much though. He teased him but he did care. It wasn't like he'd do this kind of thing with just anyone. However, he wasn't quite sure how he felt now. He wondered what had passed through Kiba's mind in that moment. He looked down at the gentle breath pushing down his neck and down Kiba's sleeping features; his slim nose, sharp eyes and short lashes made him masculine and rough looking. That seemed like a type Neji had often gone for. Kiba wasn't bright and he wasn't funny or cool. He was boyish and open, and he was easily excited, both in his head and in his pants. Yes, he was definitely a lot for Neji, but he wasn't too much for him. They had their differences, but something made that feel like a nice thing. It was better than being similar, he thought.

Remembering he was busy tomorrow, Neji decided to sleep. He hadn't the trouble when he slept next to him. It was usually very easy to drift off, even if he was stressed. Kiba didn't know this of course, since he was always out like a shot. But Neji found it comforting. If he ever needed it, there was always somewhere to go, and Kiba always had his arms open wide.