Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma- Part II

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Who: Naruto & Neji
What: Something not so casual.
When: Last December 'o8. REALLY.
Warning: Said fire. Pain... and tears. Part I

"So soon...?" , he managed to mumble, still happily dozing as that stable body beside him continued to move. He wanted it to stop so much so that his hand loosened from Neji's wrist and latched around the man's waist instead. It was warm there as well, his mind registered, and he curled fingers into the fabric there once again. Just stable enough to listen in on Neji's voice, he nodded and shifted his weight to exit the booth, assuming that he would be allowed to do so from the others end instead of scooting the whole way around. "And then you'll be all alone with me..."

He left that in the air, a grin tugging at his lips and leaning up to press his now rosy face against Neji's neck. Screw the waitress. When did she even get there? Horribly rude of her to stand around when he was entertaining company... "-and I'll keep you nice and warm..."

Unable to ignore the shorter man from this point on, Neji went with the option of accepting the contact while it lasted. And it was rather comfortable, more than enough for his lazy tongue to refrain from reminding Naruto that he had a heating system in his apartment - and car, while he thought of it, and maybe it would be his last hope. Drunk as the other was, he could still doze off before they reached Neji's place, and then the Hyuuga would regain professionalism and plop him down on his couch to sleep off the liquor, go upstairs and sleep in his own bed - his nose wrinkled before he could fully hold back the reaction.

... Maybe he would not directly hope. If it happened - this would have been far easier to blame on fate, for all it was worth - he wouldn't complain, and if not, then he'd take him up on the offer of warmth. His usually cold skin betraying him, making him wonder why exactly he still had to crave it. With a slightly less dignified grunt, he straightened and stood, more or less stably with the alcohol addling his concentration and the blond all too clingy. Good thing the car wasn't far away.

Barely conscious of his surroundings, it took Naruto a moment to really register the movement once again, the fact that the warmth was stirring and he was meant to follow. But it was enough on Neji's part that it didn't take him long to nod away and adjust himself after leaving the booth. The fact that most of his weight was being pushed against the taller man was left up for discussion, Naruto's mindset completely off his own stability and more so on how that heat came from more places than just that lone arm. His hand was latched onto Neji's arm as it was before, but his curious nature egged him on, making his other hand move on it's own and dip into the Hyuuga's rear pants pocket, tucking fingers away for safe keeping and winking at the waitress as he pushed the other along to exit the restaurant.

Whatever hope may be a part of the others psyche didn't matter. What Neji wanted didn't matter.Warmth, as precious as it was, held much lower an importance than Naruto's libido. That of which had only taken a bit more pressure on alcohols behalf to shove him over the edge. And he thought he had self control..

The only thing the fact that he missed out on the wink was to be blamed on was Neji's state of intoxication, and the fact that he was rather focused on that hand practically grabbing his ass, hopes of Naruto falling asleep on him fading as he pushed them both through the doorway into the cold night out. Finally, a bit of his usual shoulder-tension was returning, but that could have also been caused by the drop in temperature; one that also provided him with the urge to sink his fingers somewhere, anywhere warm before they returned to their chilly state. "You comfortable down there?" He mused, dryly, piqued even, as they approached his car, frowning upon the white mist of his breath.

It shouldn't be allowed to have such weather pull up when there was a too tempting furnace latched to his side.

He fell into step quickly, the cold biting the normally naturally heated blond brutally whilst his intoxication took over. Far too cold for so early in the winter and him without a coat. How silly was that? Yet it was a perfectly sane deduction that cramming his hands into any spot on Neji's person that may or may not be warm. "Pretty damn nice in here, yeah." Naruto quipped, voice slurred and dopey. And it felt nice. He felt fucking nice and let it be known with a wiggle of his fingers and his free arm wrapping tightly around Neji's narrow waist.

Whether or not he meant to really slam that thin body up against the big, mean car could very well be up for discussion later. And it was equally as cold as the night air. It tingled against Naruto's trapped arms and he could feel the beginnings of a cold burn tint away at his cheeks and nose... But as long as he kept Neji's body there and pressed his just so against it, and if he rested his head right there against that nice length of neck... He could fend just fine against the cold and ignore the big hunk of metal he was pressing the other up against. "-But it's a lot nicer here. Lets stay here for a while."

The only reason why Neji did not struggle or sport any other attempt at rebuff was that he really did not want to elbow the poor vehicle any further. Before he grew even conscious of the cold-- goddammit, why so cold - metal against his back, the curtain of his drunken haze lifted, adrenaline shell-shocking him. Briefly. And then that blond head was ever closer and the heat engulfed his front completely in stark contrast to his behind, raising goosebumps on his skin. Slowly, Neji released the sharp breath he had taken in, eyelids lowering, and before he knew it, his fingers were reaching up. They tangled themselves into blond locks and tugged not all too gently. "It's warmer inside," He suggested, short of breath and not as indignant as he would have liked to sound.

The tug only fueled Naruto's desire to be rebellious, a twitch of his lips curling into a drunken smirk. A dangerous one that promised so much more than compliance if Neji were to pull at his hair again. "If you'll be inside with me," He pushed back against that hand, letting his skull be cradled in the touch instead of fighting it. The glassy shield around his brain wasn't letting the 'Idiot! Stop this. Stop!' screeches through. It wouldn't let common sense be his net tonight and warn him that what he was thinking with definitely wasn't his brain. His arms started to slowly pull away, fingers tickling up under Neji's shirt lazily, teasing, before finally falling back to his sides. He would listen and obey for now. If he was a good boy then he might be given something nice in the end.

The sensation of fingertips suddenly on his bare skin coaxed a small smirk out of him, and momentarily, he did not mind their position as much. He might have also been starting to warm the metal of the car body, but the larger part of him craved comfortable settings. His fingers reluctantly left the warm scalp they had been starting to almost-massage and gestured towards the opposite door in drunken grandiloquence. "'m not going t'hold the door open for you." Neji's smirk widened.

Like Naruto really needed a setting of any kind to assure his libido got what it was craving. Yet he was willing to do anything possible to make sure he get his in the end. As long as Neji somehow enjoyed it and they both ended up sticky and sated. That was why he was obeying every word and that was why he was going to such lengths to make sure Neji didn't change his mind. The Hyuuga wasn't his friend right now. He was a positively tempting body with an 'enter me' sign stuck on his face. He was warm and Naruto wanted to get as close as possible to that skin hidden underneath the man's clothes.

"Allow me, princess." Bypassing Neji to open the car door, Naruto flashed a pretty little smile before jumping inside, climbing like a damned lemur to the passengers seat. Like anything really mattered when you were drunken beyond repair-... Or when your equally drunk partner was getting ready to drive a car.

Said drunk partner drove quite flawlessly in a sober state and had a short way to go to his apartment, thankfully. His eyes briefly lingered on the spot Naruto had stood not two seconds ago and flashed him that delicious set of teeth, and found that he was watching the blond's rear quite thoughtfully as the other climbed his way through the narrow confines of the sports car. Shaking his head, an action that resulted in no decrease of the fogginess inside, he followed the other, shivering when he got seated on cold leather. Blessing both his passenger's presence and the heating system he had invested in, he kick started the engine and floored it with little difference from his usual driving habits.

Amazingly enough Naruto still had enough common sense even when drunk to buckle his seat belt. Though it took him a few tries to actually snap the belt, he grinned all too proud of himself when it clipped into place. Oblivious to those tenacious and thirsty eyes on his exterior his mood seemed to switch dramatically, looking practically innocent as he leaned back into his seat and let lazy eyes rest on Neji. That twist of his lips could have possibly lasted longer if the jostling of the car hadn't startled him, hand instantly clutching the emergency handle until his knuckles turned white. And to think that he was planning some witty remark or semi-romantic gesture if not for that.

... His conscious calls bullshit on those things, though. And besides his soul partially leaving his body during a sharp turn Naruto's sleepy eyes were turning more into a bedroom stare by the second.

Another small smile curled his parted lips when he caught a glimpse of Naruto clutching at anything that would prevent him from ending up with a concussion, but it was subdued out of a small portion of guilt. Concussions definitely would not work for either of their plans, he reckoned, and so he prudentially kept his eyes on the road. Fingers sliding briefly over the gear shift's leather, he changed down, the necessity of it that came with living uphill almost second nature. All things considered, he was doing impressive work ignoring the small and ceasing part of him that loudly questioned his sanity for this drunk driving, and the intentions it failed to suppress at this point.

"Y'can let go now," Was his quiet suggestion when he turned into his street and blaming the small stomach churn of not-excitement on a bump in the road.

All to happy to be able to unclench his fist, Naruto snorted under his breath and let his hand fall back into his lap. They could have driven right off a cliff at this point and he probably wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. Inebriation had that effect didn't it? Able to kick down the strongest man and fill him with enough pheromones to have him floating and goading for attention. In Naruto's case the car could have crashed into a wall and he still would have been far too interested in touching and being touched. The drive towards Neji's apartment was the only thing keeping him away, fingers itching to tug or scratch. Almost as bad as a nicotine high. Just almost.

"You're too dangerous..." He mumbled back, tugging at his seat belt, annoyed at how it still bound him down. He wanted out and wanted to play. Never once could he remember having to put a standstill on his bedroom activities to, well, find a bedroom. Leave it to the sophisticated to be picky over where to get boned...

Despite the irony of being told that by Uzumaki Naruto - or possibly because of it - he took the full liberty to take it as a compliment, and let a short, breathy chuckle escape his mouth. With closing the distance to his (well, now their) apartment, Neji felt the anticipation drain out of habitually tense shoulders, replaced by a hollow gut feeling he would have only been capable of describing as hunger. Of the patient, indulgent sort, his nerves soothed with the alcohol and still very much alive from getting pushed against his own car, a body flush against his, and that hint of breath against his neck.

Neji could do all but resist closing his eyes to remember. Instead, incisors grazing his bottom lip briefly, he pulled into his driveway and stopped the engine, unbuckling his seat belt and finally getting out. Cold air, that little poison, embracing him until a shiver ran down his back, highlighted by having little of an idea what was to come now.

By this point in time Naruto knew very well what Neji's apartment looked like. Frequenting it almost as much as he did Tenten's, it would be rather troublesome if he didn't. But a familiar tingle started to mingle with the alcohol in his lower stomach. Maybe he was excited or eager. He couldn't really tell. "You're dangerous..." He repeated, slurring obnoxiously and leaning heavily against the door. Uncharted grounds was what the Hyuuga was... And it didn't matter to him if it was freezing outside the warmed vehicle. It didn't. He'd mark the frigid bastard with everything he had... Like anyone could have stopped him from taking advantage of the other man when he had him pinned- No one outside law enforcement could have stopped him if Neji had given him the go ahead...

Neji was taunting him, though. The guy had to have known how hard it was for Naruto to stop when he had his mind set on something. That he was burning inside and yearning. The cold air that hit his face wasn't enough to bring his brain back to reality. As unsteady as he was even a stumble wasn't enough to keep him away from the door. He scratched at it with his nails, looking back at Neji with a pathetic stare. He wanted in in more ways than one and the horrible glass wall was blocking what could be a very promising night- "Princess. Let m'in. 'is cold out here."

Albeit nowhere close to the tempting expressions Naruto had pulled off throughout the evening, Neji found himself vaguely amused, grimly so, and if it weren't for his intoxicated mind, he would have gone with the usual refraining from answering or reacting; after all, there was no princess around. Naruto knew that. If not, as he highly doubted, he was about to find out. Passing the blond, somehow managing to maintain most of his model's stride, his arm brushed against the other's shoulder in a should have been blameless movement as he unlocked the door. The click caused the hazed look in his eyes to sharpen briefly before he pushed open the door.

How could Neji tempt him like that? Huffing in mild annoyance Naruto pointed his nose to the sky, only glancing when a soft brush of a sturdy body caught his attention. Even drunk the man could be such an asshole. Sure the blond had little decency when it mattered, but at least he knew when not to be a bastard on purpose. Neji knew. He totally had to know how badly Naruto wanted him. And he just flaunted about like it was no big deal at all. Nothing that pretty could be on accident...

The conversation in his mind stalled halfway through, the other half a jumbled mass as his body turned the rest of the way and pushed up against Neji's not so subtly, lips moving as they found that warm neck again. A whole ride home and none of that neck. "-So fucking pretty..." No hands were needed. Just a gentle persuasion and a push for the other to enter the dark apartment, fingers only grasping the door in urgency to close it.

Positive that, albeit drunk, Neji still knew the outline of his apartment better than the other, his fingers grasped the blond's collar to pull him along - for how long he would have the lead was in question, either way, and so he took advantage while he could. Distracting as backwards-maneuvering proved to be with a hot mouth attached to his neck and a few glasses of alcoholic beverage comfortably settled into his system, he did manage to find the nearest wall. "Interestin' housewarming, I'd say," He half-breathed, half-drawled, that devastating smirk never quite having left and with his mouth unoccupied, he could not see himself dropping it in a foreseeable time.

He followed like an puppy, simply not giving a damn about how unabashed he seemed while stripping himself of everything that might stall his movement later. His belt and wallet were dropped as he walked, professionally slipping out of his shoes. He'd done this before. Anyone who paid attention to detail could spot this. And yet it wouldn't matter anyway because Naruto was going to get what he had waited so patiently for. The smirk could stay. The smirk wasn't an active participant in their activities anyway.

Though... when Naruto was done with that smooth neck and when the movement stopped because of that wall... he finally looked up. He saw the smug satisfaction on those lips and made a disapproving noise to himself. Patience was gifted to himself with a grin of his own and a brutal grind of his body into Neji's. A threesome with the wall. Funny thing that. But his mouth was too busy latching on and attacking the Hyuuga's to bother making some snide comment. It wasn't one of those dainty kisses from movies. It wasn't meant to take Neji's breath away- The kiss was messy and dominating, not mattering to Naruto if it forced the man's skull against the wall or not. He wanted what he wanted with teeth and tongue and forced entry...

Not once during one of their spars, or even the fight all those years back had Neji been more aware of every inch of space between Naruto's body and his. Or lack thereof, currently. And when his head cracked none too gently against the wall and the other ground against him and plundered his mouth, his long declared nonexistent libido went off like flash powder to a spark. The alcohol took away the full level of dignity from the way he moved back and grabbed that hair again, the other busied with tugging off his own jacket. Fortunately, he would not need to worry about his inexperience becoming obvious, as Naruto seemed focused on different matters than how Neji was getting rid of his shoes; although the friction it caused, a thigh clad in almost outrageously tight pants slightly dipped in between the shorter one's, could have very well relocated said focus.

The only way to ensure the opposite currently was to keep those teeth and that tongue occupied. Perfect, drunken logic, and with such, it was executed.

There was no shame in Naruto's actions. Not like there was at all during everything else he ever did, but the way his body jerked and ground down against that horrible leg left nothing to the imagination. Because he was well taught in this matter due to expendable one night flings and relationships he would have rather forgotten. With experience comes talent and he had a limitless amount. And maybe he felt privileged to be able to be the one out of many that had really had a chance right now. Even though he was drunk he still knew who this was. It was Hyuuga Neji. The man that both women and men had a complete fan base for...

And it was Naruto who was given first dibs. His own libido spiked tenfold, mind scattered because there was so much to do and so much power that needed to be abused... And he loved that power...

If Neji faltered then he wouldn't bother pointing it out. What mattered was their pleasure. How they went about getting it was by contact- As much contact as fucking possible. "Neji..." Just one second to speak. Given then taken away before the other man got the chance. And then his mouth was on him again, his tongue searching out the other to slide firmly against while slightly cold fingers tugged impatiently at that designer shirt. He wanted skin and touching and sex. In some vacant spot at the back of his skull he was partially needy, not getting the required dose of human contact- The buttons snagged and popped as he was gifted with skin. So much skin...

And he was going to mark all of it.

Suddenly, there was a lot of cool air on the skin of his heated chest, then abdomen. It took him two seconds longer than usual to realize what exactly Naruto had done, but when he did, he all but hauled him back just enough to break the kiss and force the other to look at him, perfectly aware of the cruelty of his action, but deeming it very appropriate. Neji hadn't noticed when exactly it had gotten a hard task to breathe. Those two syllables were ringing in his ears. Naruto hadn't ever used that tone on him before, and in the back of his head, he realized he shouldn't like it as much as his adrenaline level was telling him. Nevertheless, his eyes were widened just a little from their former bedroom state, scandalized, disbelieving amusement written over them as he stared the other down, panting. He couldn't quite remember whether it had been Armani or Boss, and as that was saying something, Neji started prioritizing from where his mind had already set his direction.

"... You had better make that worth it," He then hissed, and pulled him in again.

Despite being pulled away from the lips that were sending happy sparks along his spine, Naruto had to find it in himself the humor in the situation. His fingers were itching to tug and dig into whatever, anything he could find. His hair was standing and that twisted side of him that wanted to damage everything was rising to the surface. He was cocky in his reply, lips curled in a grin as he whispered huskily, "You better fucking believe it..." and took it upon himself to make Neji forget how to speak. There were much better things that could be coming out of that mouth other than demands and threats...

There was something that he noted, something that he shouldn't have noticed while so completely blitzed. Seeing Neji outside the norm... Those eyes excited and chest heaving from exertion. Naruto wanted to see more of that, his childish side willing to touch and tease as much as possible so that maybe he would see Neji in even more ways. Different versions that no one else was allowed to. Yet his brain was too slow... He was too uneasy because of the alcohol to put his all into it. What mattered now were his nails scraping down Neji's abdomen, his fingers dipping down the back of too tight pants and cupping an all too tempting posterior, and his own leg rubbing where no one else had the pleasure of going.

Screw the damn shirt...

That reminded him of how to breathe, if the shuddering inhalation that followed was any indication. His head fell forward slightly, causing a few strands over hair to slide over his shoulders and frame his exposed chest. But he kept up the eye contact, his own pale set narrowed for all it was worth, and it was a mere reflex that had him rolling his hips into that friction. Grim annoyance settled behind the thick layer of arousal due to how awfully, inappropriately pleased Naruto looked. Ironically, it caused his own parted lips to stretch into nothing short of a grin. For all the distraction, unfortunately, it did not last long.

Fingers none too carefully unthreaded themselves from blond locks and dragged themselves down the shorter man's back to tug at his shirt, refraining only from returning the charming sentiment because even drunk, he wouldn't allow himself to give into impatience like that.

"You gonna undress me...?" Was the sloshed, obvious notion in his reply, looking far too proud as he bit at the corner of quickly plumping lips. The attention to his hair was driving him insane, his attention to Neji's mouth waning. He wasn't the type to really enjoy kissing, always the impatient party that liked instant gratification when it was offered. Whether Neji knew it or not Naruto was ready to take what he could get and without question. Only his conscious kept him, acknowledging the fact that this was untouched, a volatile boundary line. So he used expendable amounts of time, meeting greedy hips and grinding his own against the taller man's thigh. Just to let Neji know that they were equal now. That Naruto wanted it. That Neji was as much in control as him.

Pulling a hand away, twitching fingers traced themselves around to the front, dipping down to cup what he figured might be a true sign of Neji's excitement. He rubbed, casually stroking his thumb roughly over the bulge.

A breathy noise caught in Neji's throat, momentarily delaying his response. To accompany the affirmation and also to distract himself from the hand that could very well put an end to things sooner than he was favoring even drunk, his other hand joined the first, the fabric of Naruto's shirt bunching at his wrists as he pushed his palms up heated skin. "I favor equality," He eventually mused between pants, then tugged the shirt the rest of the way over an already ruffled head of blond.

Pale eyes skimmed over what the dim light of the street lamp through let down jalousies allowed him to make out. Naruto was more compact than the lithe stretch of his own body, but evidently well-equipped; even as he had known that beforehand, it was an entirely different matter to have that body offered up to him. The contrast of their skin tones was not hard on the eyes, unsurprisingly, especially to a man who had developed a strong fondness of aesthetics to the point where he didn't mind whether they perturbed his breathing.

Approval was a beautiful feeling and Naruto took what time he had to savor it, smug in his body language as he shifted and flexed against Neji's lithe body. He could have spoken. Could have very possibly coined some tragic form of snark that had no place in the here and now. Though he managed a snort... Because the man could be such a bastard sometimes. So unamused. Yet when it came to things like this Naruto had him on a leash and could fully abuse the privilege. His hand moved again, then, this time tugging at that annoying zipper to touch the warmth hidden in the enemy of the night, those infernal pants.

Almost set off course by the brief shock of darkness, Naruto stroked inside Neji's underwear casually, pulling away only enough to raise a questioning eyebrow. And he looked so humored and amused... He was in there without a seconds notice, doing to the Hyuuga's neck what the need for oxygen on the other's behalf wouldn't grant him. Canines were put to work, scraping over that important pulse of life as his thigh rubbed, bringing fabric lower down once his hand was filled with a heated, pumping muscle. "Bed.... You got to have a bed somewhere in here...."

Said the man who would not have had any qualms with bending him over the engine hood right in that alleyway. Neji almost chuckled, almost laughed, but didn't, entirely blaming the hand now down his two hundred dollar pants. The teeth at his neck were no helping matters when he did actually make an admirable attempt at comeback, sounding as dry as he could while arching his back, heat creeping up from his collar to the cheeks and the urge to moan far too present. "Y'don't 'spect me to sleep in a casket, after all?"

But Naruto did have a point, and he was not going to ignore what was very much in his own interest when it crossed even the blond's mind. For the first time, he cursed himself for moving his bedroom into the open loft, eyes shifting to glance in direction of the spiral staircase that went up to the recess in the ceiling. Climbing those, of all things he could make Naruto do to once again accuse him of being a teasing bastard, but after all, it was the teasing bastard that Naruto wanted so badly. And so he pushed himself off the wall, this time to maneuver the other.

Maybe if this was anyone else... Funny how Naruto could completely miss the fact that this was one of his closest friends. That what he was doing was horrible and should be stopped. That maybe his conscience should step in and tell him that this is wrong and defiling a man that he trusted with so much wasn't the right decision. Yet it could remember that Neji was untouched and he would be the touching. Perhaps it was that whole insatiable libido thing. How anything concerning sex and Naruto entertaining the thought was all that got through that thick skull when he was doused with free liquor. Or maybe it was that underlying caring reflex Naruto always had. Because even whilst drunk he still gave a damn about someone else's happiness.

"Not 'less it's a full moon?" He quipped, clearly amused that he was able to spit that one out, multitasking with speaking and letting himself really feel the throbbing life under his fingers. Nothing new. Same old thing- Rather literally. But the reactions never got old. Little gasps and squirming... Signs of enjoyment and vulnerability- Naruto wasn't at all happy when the body that was showing him so much started to move away from him, tempting him to fall with it and scramble to grab around Neji's waist with his only free arm. Don't go... "Don't go."

When Naruto's body didn't pick up on his intention right away, accompanied with that-- he'd rather view it as a demand than a plea, in that context - Neji gave into the urge to roll his eyes, an action left unnoticed because of the dark and his hardly visible pupils; lacking a collar to grab, he reached for Naruto's shoulders to pull him along. "I'm not," He hissed, but didn't fully find it in himself to call him an oaf as he would have liked to (admittedly unwise as it was, considering where Naruto's hands were and that Neji, for the moment, was at his mercy); much the same as he entertained the idea of sinking his fingers into that mess of blond again, which would have made for uncomfortable pulling, but resisted it. "Bedroom," The Hyuuga added in a tone that implied his utter lack of surprise, had Naruto temporarily forgotten anything past the fact that his drunk friend had, for the briefest of moments, gotten out of his grill. Drunk, but apparently still a lot more sensible than his libido-controlled friend; once again, with said friend's hand down his expensive underwear, Neji would refrain from complaining and taking the risk at hypocrisy. Instead, his formerly annoyed tone lowered. "Come on."

Mental concentration was never Naruto's strong suit and he would never lie and say it was. Sometimes he wished he could blame some sort of brain trauma or ADD, but it all came down to boredom or just being far too attached on one thing to waste time on another- Multitasking wasn't his strong suit.

Which led him to issues like this where he was far too busy wanting more of that body to touch to care about going anywhere else. Only his determination helped him move on from their former position and really pay attention to what Neji was saying. 'Bedroom' he said. Naruto heard that one fairly clear and only nodded in response. Without much abandon his fingers slipped from the heated area in the other's pants and let it fall obediently by his side, a cocky grin replacing the confusion that once striped over his face. "I'll follow you anywhere." Empty promise. But it meant something right now while he still had a hand on the Hyuuga and rubbed at bare skin of the man's lower back. There needed to be some control somewhere in this, but Naruto had lost the reigns on it all the moment he'd gotten in the car. It could only be a catalyst from here.

Neji considered himself fortunate he was drunk enough to not put down that promise in his subconscious to dig it up for mulling over at a much later time. As it was, with the sufficiently distracting task of stepping, in a more or less dignified way, up the stairs and pulling Naruto along, he was grateful he managed to think of smirking in return. With his shirt already ruined, loose and simply not serving its purpose anymore, he slid it off of his shoulders and dropped it somewhere over the railing, as well, revealing more nigh-unnaturally light-colored skin to dimly lit sight.

And he did, for a moment, consider whether they should have simply stayed downstairs, just there, against his wall, when he didn't have to multitask for two and that hand was still down snug jeans. The thought was gone almost as quickly as it came when he climbed the last stair and was able to pull the other closer again with a noise of growing impatience, only a few backward steps doing them and the generously sized bed part.

A few backward steps almost seemed like miles after what Naruto had decided in his head was torture on an incline. Who had stairs in their apartment anyway? And who bothered to really think so much during activities like this? There was nothing else to do but to quiet those thoughts once he was given the rightful chance, fingers attaching back against skin and wasting no time at all to attack Neji's body with a gentle force reserved for those that he thought really deserved it. What they would land on would be soft and he would grunt aggressively because he had hoped that was a bed in the first place. And he managed to narrow his eyes and see that porcelain skin in all it's vibrancy for the first time. Because only now did he take a chance to examine and appreciate before he tore Neji up to shreds, that cocky grin before softening to a firm, concentrated line.

Then and only then once he had Neji trapped between himself and that bed that probably would cost him an arm and a leg to replace did he put a stop to the words and bitching that would come out of the man's mouth, his taking control and claiming those lips with his own. Right now that mouth was his. Those hips he pinned with his own were his. That stomach he was clawing down with blunt fingernails and those jeans he tore down willing thighs were his. Now he dared anything to try and stop him again.

Rational thought admittedly dimmed to a minimum when that mouth returned to continue plundering his and the weight of the other man pinned him against his bed; as unused as he was to submitting or any form of backing down.. ever, at this moment in time, it was the farthest from bad he could think of - but then again, thinking was starting to move to second place on his list, momentarily removed by scratching hands and an aggressive voice. His own hands grasped at Naruto's neck, left against his pulse and right inevitably finding itself in blond hair yet again, long fingers curling into the locks as he pulled the other further down onto himself, or himself up for a more promising kiss. If that was what one should still call it; Hollywood never quite had covered the amount of teeth and tongue this contained.

Not that Neji was a frequent witness to those kisses. A frustrated noise dropped from his lips when they were allowed to even do so, Neji rolling his hips against the ones straddling him - he simply needed more contact to go with all this. With the seconds passing, he found himself caring less and less about coming across as needy. As though he would have to bother with Naruto.

Appreciation would have to come later, Naruto decided. There were far more important things to donate his attention to.

Perhaps it was Naruto's horrible need to be in control of a situation no matter what. His whole life had been spent by living in the backseat while other's controlled every last move. It was that burning desire to make someone react- Something that was under his complete and utter command. That would be the only reason nobody could rule him in bed, the blond never giving them the slightest chance to have him in a way nobody was privileged to do so. And he would show Neji that dominance now with everything he had. While he was in that state of mind he had at least a bit of common sense. Enough to note that his happiness wouldn't be complete until he put a smile on Neji's as well...

The demand to be closer was noted and he took every chance to follow that need. His body worked over Neji's and concurred it in every noninvasive way he could. At this point the thought hadn't occurred to him that perhaps ridding of his own jeans would be a good idea. That his need for skin on skin contact might actually be very nice right now and only a thin layer on the other's behalf was the only thing stopping him. He was too involved in that mouth and those sides under his fingers and the way that Neji's hips curved just slightly. Just like a damn girl. The bastard was as pretty as a damn girl.

His domination took a step up, his body stalling, then violently jerking down and grinding Neji into the mattress. No, he wasn't allowed to move. Just take and absorb the moment. His thigh worked between the other's for the simple need of craving that undivided attention. Naruto wanted those eyes to watch him and he wanted his name to be screamed- Not that he thought Neji could scream, but it would be nice... Deciding that was a goal worth striving for his mouth was put to better work on that beautiful neck again, his brain jumping to life with a new sense of power. And he yanked those designer underwear off violently and let his thigh grind up hard.

"Beg me."

a more dignified moment, Neji would have liked to have it in himself to grin, with the promise of no such thing, at the blond. In a more sober state, he would have liked to chastise him from the power play that should have been in no way surprising.

But it was, because the Hyuuga was being pushed, and absolutely positive that nobody had ever been this close to him, enough to press him flat back into the mattress, smothering with an overdose of what he had just asked for. It caused a gasp that had no time to be repressed to push itself through bruised and habitually shut lips. Dimly, the thought dawned to him that he was naked, and all too quickly being stripped of his most valued clothing brands, Pride, Dignity.

The last time he had been this naked with the other had been when he was thirteen, and he was sure he preferred this over his cracked jaw. But Naruto, that giving, but chauvinistic creature, Naruto was not naked enough. Not nearly. Panting, eyes focused on what he could see of the man working over his throat, which was mostly the hair his hand was buried into - and would stay in, damn an underlying fixation - Neji reached down, fingers deftly hooking into the other's jeans. He gratefully remembered the already undone belt carelessly dropped downstairs, but with being pinned down like this, there was considerably little space to reach for that fly. Instead, he tugged none too gently at the back of his pants, tone turning heavier through pants, but remaining cocky. No promise that he would actually put his answer to use.

"What for..?"

Cut short by Neji's underlying cocky nature was not something in Naruto's game plan. Though things could be changed and altered. He could go with the flow and match the smug undertone with no effort at all. A challenge was always welcome wasn't it? With no thought at all a feral sort of force took over his mouth, what was once tender licks and soft nips taking a turn to something more daring; teeth sinking into skin to leave a memorable mark. One of many if Neji proceeded to be so condescending...

"Asshole..." he was able to murmur around the skin between his teeth, the soft pad of his tongue lapping the quickly reddening skin of Neji's collarbone. Perhaps he wasn't the only one in the room with so much personal issues you could drown in it. They could have equal footing there, both radiating with downfalls to their personalities and bad background histories. And they could be naked for both to see and both to touch and torture. With this lost in his mind, Naruto was far from acutely aware of that heavily guarded mask of his. Alcohol made it crack and his walls to fall. Sometimes he wondered why he still drank the stuff like some boozing moron...

The control on his breathing broke only for a second, cold air nipping at what was fairly heated skin throwing him off. The looseness in the back of his jeans tugged uneasily around the front, his arousal pinned tightly and causing his body to stir and grind again, fingers tensing uneasily on Neji's hips. "Shit- For me. Ain't I worth begging for?" Was his terse reply, gritted out sloppily and lowered himself to try and distract Neji from that death grip on his pants.

harsh contact only sparked the desire to provide with as much as he got, and it would take a lot of time or abuse to make Neji succumb and take, even if the message of the way Naruto fullbody-pinned him to his bed was the desire for exactly that. And definitely when the blond was opting for utter submission. Neji could be a stubborn man; the alcohol underlined that fact thickly.

"Get up," He panted out, hoarsely, and once he managed to fight his eyes open from their tightly crinkled state (admittedly, that bite had not been completely pleasant, and still), a vivid glare was sent his way. "Please," He added in a mockery of acquiescing, the corner of his mouth curling in confidence; the hand buried in that mop of hair reveled in driving it's fingers through the mess, but didn't unnecessarily add to the upwards tug (yet), since the hand even more firmly gripping thick fabric did not currently allow for alternatives, anyway, and were clear sign that he wanted Naruto out of those jeans, and soon.

Hesitating, Naruto's brain decided to take a backseat as Neji continued to tug at his pants. It didn't make any sense for the hem of his jeans to cut into his stomach. Right, he knew Neji wanted them off or down or in the air... But it didn't quite connect until he allowed their eyes to fall in contact with one another again, his own narrowing at the condescending tone in the Hyuuga's voice. Only then did he understand, silently comprehending and mentally giving himself a whack. Slowly he knelt and made a fast show of undoing the villainous zipper, awkward as it were with a hand currently clamped in his hair. But he didn't want it to move. He'd become to used to the pressure of Neji's hand, leaning into it every chance he could grasp and almost burdening the other so that he was assured a nice tug. The release of his arousal from the damned pants came all too soon, sucking his breath as he shifted himself out enough so that they gathered at his knees.

"Stop glarin' at me. It's not pretty." He grinned this time, casually grasping the currently very present bulge through his boxers. He leaned in and almost in a form of too much intimacy brushed his lips against Neji's ear... throat... and back to his lips. Fuck whatever conscious he had. He wanted to touch and be touched and enjoy whatever the Hell this was. "You're fucking beautiful... You really are."

Neji would have to lie if this was too intimate for comfort, but the squirm it caused him to fail to fully repress would at least help with that white lie; his face, the glare slowly draining from it as he arched, certainly wasn't. Nobody had told the bastard to pick exactly those parts on Neji's body to caress. When he had to draw in a breath and not even the regained oxygen supply helped him with thinking of cynical comeback, he knew that a part of him was giving up the upper hand to Naruto.

Well, that didn't mean he had to accept it. His mouth was this close to return to occupied, too, and so he tugged at his current remaining advantage to pull the other further down by his bright hair, covering that too talkative, always too talkative trap. First he did this to the Hyuuga, and then he returned to chatting. If he wasn't going to make up his mind, said Hyuuga would take care of the matter. His free hand joined Naruto's on an instinct he hadn't known he harbored, but paid little mind to until he felt heat through fabric. The guy was wasting so much time. If it was comeback for Neji's need to relocate, it wasn't funny.

Naruto was far more used to people screaming at him to shut his trap. People would go through all options to get him to be quiet. His mouth just didn't know when to close sometimes. Yet never had he been so pleased to be silenced than he was now. His sense of the world around him was completely out of the window, but he had that bit of power craze still urging his body on. He could allow Neji this. He could let the man take over his lips and just for now he would lean into the kiss and be directed because there was no line he could draw between where he was going with the flow and when he started to like being controlled.

His body moved into Neji's hand, his own dropping to pay more attention to that dazzling body below him. There was so much he could do and so little time, acknowledging the fact that Neji just might steal his breath away if he didn't hurry up and do whatever the man thought needed to be done. Admittedly he liked the quiver in Neji's voice and he liked the way he could make him forget all stupid, cynical thought with one nice touch in the right place. But that mouth on the man could do a set of damage all on it's own, Naruto's brain going just that much farther into the shallow end. He wasn't wrong when he said the bastard was dangerous...

Clumsy fingers wrapped around the base of Neji's arousal to cease the squirming and to prove that any time wasted was only to have something gained. And he wasn't wasting anytime when it came to moving that hand or applying just the right amount of pressure. He brought his hand up and down casually, just feeling the hot muscle pulsing under his touch. It made giving Neji the upper hand above all that much more forgiving since Naruto had complete control down here. His own discomfort completely dismissed from his mind.

Despite the attention to his arousal, Neji found himself far from placated. It was unsettling, to an extent, to have something shove most of his thought processes into the very back of his head, but the sensory overload (for this was a lot more than the man had allowed himself to feel, ever) kept it from nervousness. In a sense, he was simply riled, and channeling it into boldness, picking up Naruto's pace and applying it to his clothed (why still clothed) erection, untangling his mouth from increasingly messy kisses, if that was even still the word for it.

"So what," he panted out between gritted teeth, admittedly fighting to keep up that not-quite-glare instead of inclining his head and offering more neck space (and why, why in God's name could he still feel those teeth on that particularly abused spot?), "Are your plans from here on?"

How he still managed such obscenity-evasive wording, he didn't even try to dwell on it. It must have become second nature even under highly unusual circumstances. It's not as if he currently paid it a lot of thought - no, what few thoughts were left rested with what the blond above him was doing. That idiot, always too giving, and somehow Neji attracted that urge of his especially. This had been bound to happen. At a more sober state, he would have admitted this to himself. At a sober state, he would have made sure it wouldn't.

But wasn't that entirely the point? During sex there is no thought or control. It's wild and unsettling and causes some of the worst as well as the most amazing feelings to curl in the pit of your stomach until it just... explodes all over the place. Or so Naruto would like to think of it. Perhaps it was a bad habit using sex as a sort of release. But that sort of thing was alright as long as it wasn't often, right? Right or wrong it was still done, and although any other time and any other place he would have gone against those morals and thought during one of his more mindless acts, well... He wouldn't necessarily be in this situation with this person on this bed...

Yet honestly for the moment there was nothing wrong with that. There was no reason for him to doubt himself or resent the situation. He only knew that body underneath his, the hand giving him delicious friction, and the pretty face of someone that wasn't his friend but for the occasion something so much better. Not just to let out some stress over a hectic work schedule or bad ties in school. He was happy to be with the mystery person named Neji and enjoy that time while he had it.

"I was thinkin' I could put this," his hips twitched forward and he grinned, dipping forward just to press his body all the more closer, if that were at all possible by this point. "-inside you..." Of course he was hard. He was edgy and sweaty and panting just the slightest bit. And damn if Neji remembered Uzumaki ever begging in his life... His lips went back to that claimed spot to replace the tingle with something more solid against the man's neck, purring as well as pulling down his underwear despite the barrier in the front, "Is that plan good for you...?"

Neji really didn't want to dwell on this urge to roll his eyes, to fall into their old routine of Naruto wording something in a horrendously Naruto way and the other sneering, just short of offended. If he'd had the time to envy Naruto for his state of intoxication, he would have - with time passing, it became harder not to realize he wasn't with some handsome stranger, or even someone he knew and had built up quite the load of tension with. It was pretty much his best friend, and his thought process abruptly cut off. Repression worked conveniently, especially for someone with such expertise in the matter, and while he was too far gone to ditch the other (so far from it it was ridiculous, and he briefly wondered where his control went), his current thought process didn't make matters more pleasant. It made him uneasy. Being uneasy shouldn't have an arousing effect on him.

In a brief and odd bout of awkwardness, all he managed to pant out was an uncharacteristically unelaborate, "Whatever", before gathering just enough of his senses to think of adding, "Suits you best."

Curses, he really should have had more liquor for this. Part of his impatience was simply attributable to the fact that he was thinking too much. Hoping to distract himself, he arched up, pushing those teeth harder against himself. Finally dropping even a fraction of his dignity, he added, "J-just.. do something."

Naruto was abrasive. He was a selfish character that only dotes when it's least expected. It's a rarity when he ignores how every one of his nerves is on fire and spends more time on those around him and their separate wants and issues. Though somehow he will also be there in an instant to coddle them and coo their issues away. It's an odd fashion of dealing with the odd curl in his stomach that could either be worry or doubt that drives him to do some of the most ludicrous things he's ever done. And then there's moments like this, where when he wants to do something so badly his brain still demands that attention to detail.

Oh, how he would have done what suited him best right then and there if there wasn't some odd, invisible restraint holding him back. He sighed, exasperated and bit down just enough to leave another mark to be seen and probably hidden several days down the line. What could have been a few more wasted moments of tarnishing Neji's neck out of frustration were spent more on his own fingers, wetting the two digits down enough. Just enough that he would be assured. So his stomach wouldn't curl uncomfortably. So he felt he was doing something right. So he wouldn't hurt the man because that guilt wasn't something he could handle no matter how selfish he may be.

He wanted to touch more and let his wet fingers trace down the man's stomach, watching them slip lower until they were just tracing his inner thigh. That leg went up whether or not Neji wanted it to and there was little more to the act than pushing past that vulnerable barrier with little warning or concern. He would do what he could, but in the end it was always the same. The same treatment and the same end. He could only do what he was told. His fingers curled and stroked forward, stretching and doing what two fingers could what with the unstable mind controlling them, and his voice was dry, nose pressed into the underside of Neji's jaw. "There... I'm doing something..."

Naruto was taking everything in stride, which was exceptionally helpful. Making a big deal about this would have simple riled Neji in a way that wouldn't profit either of them, but on the contrary, he was following along with little effort, not dwelling on the unusual. And in all honesty, the feeling could be worse. Part of him was grateful for the discomfort and for being provided with an excuse not to let go completely. The inevitable would come, and maybe he was anticipating it, but the sobering part of him wanted to be nervous. With Naruto? Why would he be. Neji had nothing to grasp at that would allow for him to keep his composure, but they were too far gone and Neji wanted this.

Wanted him.

"I'm not a girl," He reminded him, a little gruffly, hips jerking in an odd bout of impatience, mockery on his tongue with nothing else to busy it. His head felt light. It made him laugh a little. His voice, too, was dry, and he swallowed thickly, anticipation creeping down his neck and tickling where Naruto treated less subtly, but that was exactly what he needed, and what allowed him to be himself, to prove this was only another matter he could score excellent results in, sporting only another side of his nonchalant grace.

They worked really well together when it depended.

Neji wouldn't lose confidence in that part until the next morning.

And it had been amazing. Because that's what happens when opposites attract. The negative and positive bounce off one another again and again until finally that spark brings them together. There was bouncing... There was electricity. There had been a spark that both minds were too heavy with alcohol to comprehend. Naruto touched everything he could and moved with as much control as he could muster. He'd listened to every last sound and enjoyed consuming them just as much. Sadly though, as the panting dwindled down and their heart beats stopped feeling as if the muscle would jump out of their chests darkness came in the form of sleep. Then the energy dimmed to a soft, safe rumble between them. Sounds would be forgotten. Memories washed clean.

However, there were things Naruto would always remember despite his horrible lack of strength when it came to short and long term memory. He was better at recalling feelings, like how he had felt at a precise moment rather than what events actually transpired. So when he woke up the next morning to a feeling of warmth and something else incredibly amazing... Yeah. He would remember that. He would remember the feeling of expensive sheets that were far too fancy for his taste being yanked off his body and tossed haphazardly away. The horrible, twisted guilt in his gut as he got dressed and made his way towards the door, not wasting any time to look back... or say sorry... or even beg for forgiveness... would stay with him like an ugly scar. Because he wouldn't face it or accept that it happened and like most other feelings he had from the past they would be locked away. This was how his brain worked. In the end the part of his mind that functioned properly almost always won over the part of his heart not willing to settle with fear.

Maybe people were right when they said he wasn't mature. That he needed to grow up. There had to be some reason he felt this way. Like he should be angry with Neji for sleeping so peacefully beside him or not waking up to see Naruto as he left his apartment. It was Neji's fault for letting it happen. Neji's fault for making it feel like Naruto could stay there in the first place or feel comfortable and other things the blond was too damn much of a child to understand. And he hated himself for not having the balls to accept all the blame, go back in there, and do it all over... Do anything over. He had looked back at the window to Neji's place. He would remember the feeling that crept up his spine and made the back of his eyes sting, head throbbing.

Fear is such a fickle bitch. Good thing his bus was on time.