(Fic) Cleaning Up - Chapter 3: Spritzing
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chuunin_archiveTitle: Cleaning Up
Author: Snow Tigra
Pairings: Kiba x Neji
Warnings: AU. Yaoi. Semi horror and general weirdness.
Summary: Neji is perfect, living up to his name in life, even if his station in society is one of the lowest. And then he ends up falling for someone, the most unlikely person in the world, only to discover that his life has no intention of letting him be with anyone. And his life will stop at nothing to stop him.
Chapter 3: Spritzing
In spite of himself, Neji found himself looking forward to Wednesday that week. Normally, in his job, he treated all days the same and made sure that each job was done perfectly and to the upmost best of his ability. In the past he’d never looked forward to one day over the other and, in point, had even loathed weekends because they usually consisted of two days where he ran out of things to do at home and he was left itching for the work week to start again. Still, this Wednesday in particular, he found himself looking forward to the bottle of window cleaner that sat on the shelf in front of him as he gathered his materials for the cleaning of the day.
Wednesday was the day he cleaned the windows. Wednesday was the day he’d be allowed inside Kiba’s office to with a valid excuse to look around and truly find out if the man was as annoying as the impression his dog gave. And Wednesday found Neji stepping out of the janitorial closet with a small hop in his step, heading straight to Kiba’s office to clean, rather than going down the wall in order.
He politely knocked on the door, upon finding it closed and when there was no answer he opened it, clearing his throat as he stepped in to make his presence known. He found the office empty, though the light was on, and it appeared that Kiba had simply been careless in turning it off before he left. Neji frowned and walked over to the window, immediately starting in on spraying and wiping down the large windows that overlooked the block below.
Minutes passed, with the squeaking sound of the cloth against glass and Neji kept his eyes firmly planted on the window and making sure there were no streaks. More minutes passed and Neji’s hand began to slow as his eyes wandered, glancing around the office.
That first day he’d left it clean and empty, save for the standard office equipment and furniture. Now the office had all of that, plus the small touches that made it looked used and comfortable. Books and files filled the bookshelves and a personalized mousepad showing some movie ninja or fighter was next to the computer. Two small photos sat next to the computer as well, with their backs turned to Neji, most obviously they had to be pictures of family members. Every office had them and even Neji had considered a picture of his mother in his locker at one point, before she’d dropped into drinking and frequent partners who whisked her away to other locations and left him to be forgotten.
“It only took you… eight minutes to look around the office. And here I thought you’d be able to hold out longer then that.” The taunting voice belonged to Ino, who now sat on the desk as Neji cleaned the streaks off the second window. She had blond hair and a purple outfit wrapped around her body, looking like it was almost glued on. Writing covered the cloth, completely nonsensical with company logos and other things Neji had never bothered to read because it wasn’t important. Her long blond hair was tied up above her head and curved over one shoulder as she perched, watching him and taunting him more. “I saw you come in here first.”
Neji’s jaw set in annoyance and he refused to answer the bubbly girl.
“You know, Hinata was right, he isn’t such a bad man. I mean he has photos at his desk, meaning he must care about someone, and he manages to keep his desk relatively clean. I mean he’s not anal like you, but then no one is as anal as you.”
Neji turned and glared at her, tempted to toss the rag in her direction and see if he could knock her to the floor. He really couldn’t stand Ino, but she was a part of the job and he certainly couldn’t get rid of her or her annoying chatter. “Leave me alone.”
“Go on, at least look. I know you want to know who the pictures are of. Come look, see if he could actually ever care about an anal little bastard child like you.”
“What makes you think I actually care if he cares about me?!” Neji did toss the rag this time, and it missed Ino, hitting both the photos and knocking them to the floor. Glass shattered between Ino’s laughter and Neji watched helplessly as the small metal frames broke apart and the photos landed in the small clutter. A second later Neji moved over quickly and dropped to his knees, trying to remove the evidence as fast as possible.
The first photo was mercifully safe, having landed on the other and only ended up with a minor scratch on the glass. The frame snapped back into place around the photo of Kiba playing with his annoyance of a furball. Neji quickly snapped it back together and set it back on the desk. It was the second photo that suffered the damage.
The glass was shattered into many small pieces, and all were quickly dropped into the garbage. The picture was in good condition, but Neji could hardly return it to its spot on the desk without the frame, especially since the flimsy photo paper wouldn’t stand on it’s own. So instead he stood up and brushed the photo off, looking at the picture. This one was of Kiba, leaning back against what looked like a motorcycle, wearing the fur lined hoodie and a pair of tight jeans with a simple tank top. It was obviously one of those glamour shots or senior pictures, or whatever else people might use as an excuse to get a fancy picture taken. It looked like it was for a magazine, rather than a photo.
Neji slipped it into his back pocket as he made sure everything was cleaned up and no evidence left behind. He tucked the broken frame under a couple scraps of paper in the garbage, then pulled the bag free and tied the corners, setting it beside the can to remind himself to take it when he left.
“I saw that.”
Neji glared at Ino as he set the spray bottle back on the desk and returned to finish the last window.
“Are you taking it home to cuddle and clasp in your hand?” Neji didn’t need to look back at Ino to know she was making an obscene gesture.
“No, I’m taking it home to find another frame and to fix it.”
“Oh I’m sure. You’re keeping it. You know he looks damn good on that bike, especially in those jeans. They seriously look like they could just peel off and fur… mmmm I love fur.”
“Shut up!” Neji yelled loudly. Marching over he snatched up the spray bottle and headed straight for the door, leaving a single streak on the window out of pure anger. He couldn’t take Ino anymore and he wasn’t staying in this room any longer. He refused! Yanking open the door, he took an angry step out of the room to his cart-
-and bumped right into Kiba. Neji jumped, dropping the spray bottle, which landed with a thick thunk at his feet. He looked up at the man quietly, his expression blank and almost scared looking. He was careless, he should have known better then to rush out of the room. He wasn’t supposed to be this careless. He just wasn’t.
Kiba, however, seemed hardly phased as he knelt down and picked up the spray bottle, handing it back to Neji’s numb hand. “Guess I should knock before coming in. Hope there wasn’t too much of a mess for you to clean up.”
Neji suddenly found himself remembering how to breathe, then, even stranger, he found himself returning a small smile thanks to the large one plastered across Kiba’s face. “No… no mess. I… I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”
“No problem. Did you need me to stay out for a bit longer so you can clean anything else?”
“Uh- no, nothing else. I’m done.” Neji looked down, grasping the neck of the spray bottle tightly and bolted back to his cleaning closet without another word, his cheeks bright red in embarrassment. He didn’t look at anyone or anything as he moved quickly down the hallway and shut the door tightly behind him. Only when he was back in is janitorial closet did he allow himself a chance to breathe and look around to make sure he was alone. After a few minutes it seemed that luck was on his side. There were no curious knocks on his door, no yelling of his name and no angry voices over the loud speaker. He finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief and step away from the door to his locker. Running his hand through his hair he loosened his tie, and then he pulled the picture from his pocket.
Kiba’s hair was short in the picture, spiked just enough to give him a badboy look, but not enough to make him look like a hormonally driven teenager who would take anything that smiled at him pretty. The hoodie was dull against the white tank and ripped jeans that showed teasing bits of skin before disappearing into worn and extremely comfortable looking black leather boots. The motorcycle was sleek, cool and real, not some photo prop but rather the actual thing. A custom paint job and the fact that it was shimmering in the sun hinted toward how much the owner loved the bike and Neji could only assume that Kiba owned the bike, keeping it tucked in the back of his garage save for hot summer nights when one road out in the sunset purely for the pleasure of it.
Neji closed his eyes and breathed slowly as he imagined Kiba on that bike, lounging backward in the sun as he drank from a condensation glistening water bottle. Small droplets of water escaped down his chin as he leaned back, his legs spread to keep balance and the hoodie slid slowly off his shoulders to reveal the well toned muscles and bare chest-
Neji coughed and shifted as he felt his pants grow tight from the hot image. Shoving himself toward his locker he willed his body to stop reaching. He had work to do, offices to clean and, and didn’t have time to be turned on and horny, especially not with others around. He refused to be distracted by something so low and disgusting as his libido.
Neji slapped the photo onto the shelf in his locker and was about to turn away to gather up his spray bottle again for cleaning when he felt two hands slide around his sides, to encircle his waist. Neji felt a warm breath cross the back of his neck and he shivered in spite of himself, feeling the warm body pressed against him.
“You left too quickly, I wasn’t done talking to you.”
Neji couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped his throat as he heard Kiba’s voice in his ear. The business man must have followed him after all and Neji had been too stuck in his own thoughts to hear the door open and close. He could now feel his crisp business suit against his fingers as Neji reached back and passed his hand over Kiba’s ass, pulling their bodies closer together. Kiba responded by moaning in his ear, nipping at it a bit sharply, before his hands undid Neji’s belt and left it hanging open. Soon pants were unbuttoned and hands slid beneath the neatly ironed fabric.
Warm hands slid into Neji’s underwear and he leaned forward, one hand spread against the locker and the other gripping Kiba’s ass tightly as Kiba began to thrust against him. Bodies moved together and Kiba thrust more, the fabric brushing against itself between their bodies. Neji could feel him, thick and hot, threatening to move in him and destroy the cloth barrier. He moaned more in excitement and anticipation, his tongue crossing his lips as he felt Kiba’s fingers slide around him, stroking him to match the quick and sharp movements of their hips.
Neji leaned forward more, pressing his forehead against the cold metal of the locker. His body started to tremble and he found himself thrusting back against Kiba, begging him wordlessly to tear away the clothes between them. Small whimpers still crossed his lips as he tried desperately not to cry out. Kiba seemed to notice the sound echoing around the small room, for within seconds Neji felt his fingers brush his own lips, tasting faintly of the cinnamon lotion he’d seen on Kiba’s desk. Neji took the invitation hungrily, greedily pulling the fingers into his mouth and savoring the taste of the lotion and salty sweat. His moans, which increased, were muffled as Kiba thrust against him harder, their bodies trembling violently and the locker in front of them creaking with each movement.
He couldn’t stop moving. His body screamed with need and pleasure, simultaneously begging with movements and sweat for Kiba to move more and for him to stop. Neji’s breaths around Kiba’s fingers became ragged, tortured and hungry. He devoured Kiba’s fingers as his mind neared the inevitable climax. He wanted Kiba. He wanted to be shoved against the wall, his pants torn away and Kiba inside him with no warning and explosions of pleasure. He wanted this faster and harder than anything he’d ever wanted in his life. This wasn’t enough! He wanted to scream. He wanted to claw. He wanted to dent the locker door. He wanted Kiba to take him, to own him, to consume him. He wanted Kiba to fuck him.
To fuck him.
But Kiba wasn’t there. Neji was alone, standing against his locker, his own hand in his pants, pitifully trying to keep up with the vividly erotic dream that played behind his eyes.
The release that followed was small, anti-climatic and painfully short. Neji looked down, his breath still labored, and he noticed with disgust that the front of his pants were now stained and wet. He grimaced and hobbled over to the sink, flicking off what he could from his fingers before turning on the faucet and washing away the guilty substance from his hands. Next he stripped off his pants and ran them under the water too, cleaning off the marks and drips, wringing them out to leave them horribly wrinkled, but mostly dry none the less. Finally he held them under the air hand dryer, frowning with hatred at his own blurred reflection while he wanted the long almost hour for the fabric to come to some semblance of being dry.
The hour passed with a slow and agonizing pace before he could finally wear the pants again. Thankfully most of the employees would never see Neji in such disarray as he cleaned their offices, but that didn’t stop Ino’s laughter from grating his nerves with each spray of the glass cleaning bottle. Not to mention that he swore he could just hear Kiba’s voice from the photo, calling him back for round 2.
Author: Snow Tigra
Pairings: Kiba x Neji
Warnings: AU. Yaoi. Semi horror and general weirdness.
Summary: Neji is perfect, living up to his name in life, even if his station in society is one of the lowest. And then he ends up falling for someone, the most unlikely person in the world, only to discover that his life has no intention of letting him be with anyone. And his life will stop at nothing to stop him.
Chapter 3: Spritzing
In spite of himself, Neji found himself looking forward to Wednesday that week. Normally, in his job, he treated all days the same and made sure that each job was done perfectly and to the upmost best of his ability. In the past he’d never looked forward to one day over the other and, in point, had even loathed weekends because they usually consisted of two days where he ran out of things to do at home and he was left itching for the work week to start again. Still, this Wednesday in particular, he found himself looking forward to the bottle of window cleaner that sat on the shelf in front of him as he gathered his materials for the cleaning of the day.
Wednesday was the day he cleaned the windows. Wednesday was the day he’d be allowed inside Kiba’s office to with a valid excuse to look around and truly find out if the man was as annoying as the impression his dog gave. And Wednesday found Neji stepping out of the janitorial closet with a small hop in his step, heading straight to Kiba’s office to clean, rather than going down the wall in order.
He politely knocked on the door, upon finding it closed and when there was no answer he opened it, clearing his throat as he stepped in to make his presence known. He found the office empty, though the light was on, and it appeared that Kiba had simply been careless in turning it off before he left. Neji frowned and walked over to the window, immediately starting in on spraying and wiping down the large windows that overlooked the block below.
Minutes passed, with the squeaking sound of the cloth against glass and Neji kept his eyes firmly planted on the window and making sure there were no streaks. More minutes passed and Neji’s hand began to slow as his eyes wandered, glancing around the office.
That first day he’d left it clean and empty, save for the standard office equipment and furniture. Now the office had all of that, plus the small touches that made it looked used and comfortable. Books and files filled the bookshelves and a personalized mousepad showing some movie ninja or fighter was next to the computer. Two small photos sat next to the computer as well, with their backs turned to Neji, most obviously they had to be pictures of family members. Every office had them and even Neji had considered a picture of his mother in his locker at one point, before she’d dropped into drinking and frequent partners who whisked her away to other locations and left him to be forgotten.
“It only took you… eight minutes to look around the office. And here I thought you’d be able to hold out longer then that.” The taunting voice belonged to Ino, who now sat on the desk as Neji cleaned the streaks off the second window. She had blond hair and a purple outfit wrapped around her body, looking like it was almost glued on. Writing covered the cloth, completely nonsensical with company logos and other things Neji had never bothered to read because it wasn’t important. Her long blond hair was tied up above her head and curved over one shoulder as she perched, watching him and taunting him more. “I saw you come in here first.”
Neji’s jaw set in annoyance and he refused to answer the bubbly girl.
“You know, Hinata was right, he isn’t such a bad man. I mean he has photos at his desk, meaning he must care about someone, and he manages to keep his desk relatively clean. I mean he’s not anal like you, but then no one is as anal as you.”
Neji turned and glared at her, tempted to toss the rag in her direction and see if he could knock her to the floor. He really couldn’t stand Ino, but she was a part of the job and he certainly couldn’t get rid of her or her annoying chatter. “Leave me alone.”
“Go on, at least look. I know you want to know who the pictures are of. Come look, see if he could actually ever care about an anal little bastard child like you.”
“What makes you think I actually care if he cares about me?!” Neji did toss the rag this time, and it missed Ino, hitting both the photos and knocking them to the floor. Glass shattered between Ino’s laughter and Neji watched helplessly as the small metal frames broke apart and the photos landed in the small clutter. A second later Neji moved over quickly and dropped to his knees, trying to remove the evidence as fast as possible.
The first photo was mercifully safe, having landed on the other and only ended up with a minor scratch on the glass. The frame snapped back into place around the photo of Kiba playing with his annoyance of a furball. Neji quickly snapped it back together and set it back on the desk. It was the second photo that suffered the damage.
The glass was shattered into many small pieces, and all were quickly dropped into the garbage. The picture was in good condition, but Neji could hardly return it to its spot on the desk without the frame, especially since the flimsy photo paper wouldn’t stand on it’s own. So instead he stood up and brushed the photo off, looking at the picture. This one was of Kiba, leaning back against what looked like a motorcycle, wearing the fur lined hoodie and a pair of tight jeans with a simple tank top. It was obviously one of those glamour shots or senior pictures, or whatever else people might use as an excuse to get a fancy picture taken. It looked like it was for a magazine, rather than a photo.
Neji slipped it into his back pocket as he made sure everything was cleaned up and no evidence left behind. He tucked the broken frame under a couple scraps of paper in the garbage, then pulled the bag free and tied the corners, setting it beside the can to remind himself to take it when he left.
“I saw that.”
Neji glared at Ino as he set the spray bottle back on the desk and returned to finish the last window.
“Are you taking it home to cuddle and clasp in your hand?” Neji didn’t need to look back at Ino to know she was making an obscene gesture.
“No, I’m taking it home to find another frame and to fix it.”
“Oh I’m sure. You’re keeping it. You know he looks damn good on that bike, especially in those jeans. They seriously look like they could just peel off and fur… mmmm I love fur.”
“Shut up!” Neji yelled loudly. Marching over he snatched up the spray bottle and headed straight for the door, leaving a single streak on the window out of pure anger. He couldn’t take Ino anymore and he wasn’t staying in this room any longer. He refused! Yanking open the door, he took an angry step out of the room to his cart-
-and bumped right into Kiba. Neji jumped, dropping the spray bottle, which landed with a thick thunk at his feet. He looked up at the man quietly, his expression blank and almost scared looking. He was careless, he should have known better then to rush out of the room. He wasn’t supposed to be this careless. He just wasn’t.
Kiba, however, seemed hardly phased as he knelt down and picked up the spray bottle, handing it back to Neji’s numb hand. “Guess I should knock before coming in. Hope there wasn’t too much of a mess for you to clean up.”
Neji suddenly found himself remembering how to breathe, then, even stranger, he found himself returning a small smile thanks to the large one plastered across Kiba’s face. “No… no mess. I… I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”
“No problem. Did you need me to stay out for a bit longer so you can clean anything else?”
“Uh- no, nothing else. I’m done.” Neji looked down, grasping the neck of the spray bottle tightly and bolted back to his cleaning closet without another word, his cheeks bright red in embarrassment. He didn’t look at anyone or anything as he moved quickly down the hallway and shut the door tightly behind him. Only when he was back in is janitorial closet did he allow himself a chance to breathe and look around to make sure he was alone. After a few minutes it seemed that luck was on his side. There were no curious knocks on his door, no yelling of his name and no angry voices over the loud speaker. He finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief and step away from the door to his locker. Running his hand through his hair he loosened his tie, and then he pulled the picture from his pocket.
Kiba’s hair was short in the picture, spiked just enough to give him a badboy look, but not enough to make him look like a hormonally driven teenager who would take anything that smiled at him pretty. The hoodie was dull against the white tank and ripped jeans that showed teasing bits of skin before disappearing into worn and extremely comfortable looking black leather boots. The motorcycle was sleek, cool and real, not some photo prop but rather the actual thing. A custom paint job and the fact that it was shimmering in the sun hinted toward how much the owner loved the bike and Neji could only assume that Kiba owned the bike, keeping it tucked in the back of his garage save for hot summer nights when one road out in the sunset purely for the pleasure of it.
Neji closed his eyes and breathed slowly as he imagined Kiba on that bike, lounging backward in the sun as he drank from a condensation glistening water bottle. Small droplets of water escaped down his chin as he leaned back, his legs spread to keep balance and the hoodie slid slowly off his shoulders to reveal the well toned muscles and bare chest-
Neji coughed and shifted as he felt his pants grow tight from the hot image. Shoving himself toward his locker he willed his body to stop reaching. He had work to do, offices to clean and, and didn’t have time to be turned on and horny, especially not with others around. He refused to be distracted by something so low and disgusting as his libido.
Neji slapped the photo onto the shelf in his locker and was about to turn away to gather up his spray bottle again for cleaning when he felt two hands slide around his sides, to encircle his waist. Neji felt a warm breath cross the back of his neck and he shivered in spite of himself, feeling the warm body pressed against him.
“You left too quickly, I wasn’t done talking to you.”
Neji couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped his throat as he heard Kiba’s voice in his ear. The business man must have followed him after all and Neji had been too stuck in his own thoughts to hear the door open and close. He could now feel his crisp business suit against his fingers as Neji reached back and passed his hand over Kiba’s ass, pulling their bodies closer together. Kiba responded by moaning in his ear, nipping at it a bit sharply, before his hands undid Neji’s belt and left it hanging open. Soon pants were unbuttoned and hands slid beneath the neatly ironed fabric.
Warm hands slid into Neji’s underwear and he leaned forward, one hand spread against the locker and the other gripping Kiba’s ass tightly as Kiba began to thrust against him. Bodies moved together and Kiba thrust more, the fabric brushing against itself between their bodies. Neji could feel him, thick and hot, threatening to move in him and destroy the cloth barrier. He moaned more in excitement and anticipation, his tongue crossing his lips as he felt Kiba’s fingers slide around him, stroking him to match the quick and sharp movements of their hips.
Neji leaned forward more, pressing his forehead against the cold metal of the locker. His body started to tremble and he found himself thrusting back against Kiba, begging him wordlessly to tear away the clothes between them. Small whimpers still crossed his lips as he tried desperately not to cry out. Kiba seemed to notice the sound echoing around the small room, for within seconds Neji felt his fingers brush his own lips, tasting faintly of the cinnamon lotion he’d seen on Kiba’s desk. Neji took the invitation hungrily, greedily pulling the fingers into his mouth and savoring the taste of the lotion and salty sweat. His moans, which increased, were muffled as Kiba thrust against him harder, their bodies trembling violently and the locker in front of them creaking with each movement.
He couldn’t stop moving. His body screamed with need and pleasure, simultaneously begging with movements and sweat for Kiba to move more and for him to stop. Neji’s breaths around Kiba’s fingers became ragged, tortured and hungry. He devoured Kiba’s fingers as his mind neared the inevitable climax. He wanted Kiba. He wanted to be shoved against the wall, his pants torn away and Kiba inside him with no warning and explosions of pleasure. He wanted this faster and harder than anything he’d ever wanted in his life. This wasn’t enough! He wanted to scream. He wanted to claw. He wanted to dent the locker door. He wanted Kiba to take him, to own him, to consume him. He wanted Kiba to fuck him.
To fuck him.
But Kiba wasn’t there. Neji was alone, standing against his locker, his own hand in his pants, pitifully trying to keep up with the vividly erotic dream that played behind his eyes.
The release that followed was small, anti-climatic and painfully short. Neji looked down, his breath still labored, and he noticed with disgust that the front of his pants were now stained and wet. He grimaced and hobbled over to the sink, flicking off what he could from his fingers before turning on the faucet and washing away the guilty substance from his hands. Next he stripped off his pants and ran them under the water too, cleaning off the marks and drips, wringing them out to leave them horribly wrinkled, but mostly dry none the less. Finally he held them under the air hand dryer, frowning with hatred at his own blurred reflection while he wanted the long almost hour for the fabric to come to some semblance of being dry.
The hour passed with a slow and agonizing pace before he could finally wear the pants again. Thankfully most of the employees would never see Neji in such disarray as he cleaned their offices, but that didn’t stop Ino’s laughter from grating his nerves with each spray of the glass cleaning bottle. Not to mention that he swore he could just hear Kiba’s voice from the photo, calling him back for round 2.
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