[Log] Ahrr, and it's drivin' me nuts! [Part 2/3]
Who: Kiba, Haku and Special Guest Akamaru! :D
What: Kiba's driving Haku home to Detroit. For Christmas.
When: Before Christmas. Because Mimi is just that on top of things. (/BS)
Notes: Part the second; a little more PG-13-ish.
"Mmm," came the noncommittal reply, though Haku dropped his head, looking thoroughly chastised. Fine, he'd take the bed, but... but... He picked at the pills on the cheap comforter, struggling with brief surge of irritation. Why won't you let me do something? The vodka bottle was ignored for another minute, but its shape and contents left it with far more entertainment value than the comforter, and it was scooped up with more enthusiasm than Haku had intended. The 'swish, swish, swish' of the liquid was enough to keep his attention for a while, but Haku's reverie was eventually interrupted by the sagging of the mattress and the faint creak of the bedsprings, and without Haku even sparing a look for Kiba that cap was off.
He'd never gotten the hang of vodka, never enjoyed it unless it was masked by at least two or three other, stronger flavors; something about it just caught him in the back of the throat in a most unpleasant way. As such, he hadn't even tried it in well over a year. Maybe it'd go down easier now? (Especially now; dammit, he needed something.) His impromptu plan to 'swallow it fast' worked as far as that went, but it didn't stop his face and the entire upper half of his body from protesting after the fact. Lacking the wherewithal to work the cap back on, he shoved the bottle at Kiba and immediately leaned forward, burying his face in the blankets. Gad, that was nasty. Trying to focus on the warmth the evil beverage had left in his throat and stomach helped; when he'd recovered enough to speak he lifted his head from the blankets. "I fail as a Russian." He screwed up his face again and shuddered. "Dammit," he mumbled, "I can shoot Wild Turkey just fine, but... oh god, what do they put in that...?"
Resisting the urge to both laugh and sit on the hand that had been en route to rub Haku's back comfortingly, Kiba made a show of peering at the label. Not that he could read it, anyway - some bastard had gone and told the letters to jive around. "Potatoes," he replied blandly. "I think. And...sugar? Yep. Def'nitely sugar in there." He took a swig of his own, rolling the liquid over his tongue and staring into space as he contemplated it. "Mmm. 'S'better with some cream. And Kahlua." Ahahaha...wasn't that ironic? A perfect White Russian, that was. Oh, god. Terrible. Why did his brain insist on making horrible, horrible, depressing puns? He blamed the drink. Or maybe all that crack cocaine...nonono, better not to think about that at all. He focused on Haku's amusingly miserable face instead.
"They do say that practice makes perfect, if you're up for another round~?" Grinning evilly and openly, he swung the bottle back and forth between two fingers. Hmm, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea...if he had much more Haku looked well-disposed to barf it up everywhere. That'd be messy. Kiba had another drink - again - in order to help his thought processes along. Because alcohol was good like that, right? Once you got to a certain stage, you knew everything about everything. Proven fact. He cocked a slightly gentler stare at his younger roomie. "...you want I should get y'some water?"
Vodka, cream, and Kahlua, hmm? Haku mulled that over for a bit, wondering if he was being somehow made fun of. On the other hand, Kiba didn't seem as grumpy at the moment, and besides, he was right, it would taste one helluva lot better that way. He opted not to mention out loud the diesel fuel, turpentine, and Ipecac that he was sure - positive - were unlisted ingredients in the bottle Kiba was holding.
He directed a glare at said bottle, dancing in front of his face. Was Kiba... challenging him? His gaze focused on Kiba, one eyebrow raised. The offer for water was met with a soft "hmm," as Haku snatched the vodka away from him. Yes, it was nasty stuff. Sure, it made him want to gag. But Haku had a reputation to uphold, one Kiba likely didn't even know about. A little vodka wasn't going to ruin that. Haku had drunk sour milk, because it was better than being swatted upside the head. He'd eaten sandwiches made on moldy bread, because wasn't really that bad, was it? He'd even knocked back a few cap-fulls of window cleaner on a dare, and nevermind the fact that his stay in the nurse's office hadn't counted towards his subsequent in-class suspension. With a quick breath to steel his stomach and quiet his taste buds he tipped back the bottle and gave it three good chugs. He couldn't quite keep the cringe off his face, but he didn't crumple like he had the last time. "Gah. S'still worse than Windex," he muttered, pushing the bottle back over to Kiba.
"Windex?!" Kiba laughed, raising the Absolut in a mocking toast before effortlessly downing more than twice Haku's previous bid. Ahhh, vodka. Yummy. What was Haku complaining about?! He licked his lips, collapsing into a sprawl that saw half of him off the bed so he could still obediently scratch Akamaru's ears for him, and nudged Haku with an ensocked toe. "What the shit were y'drinkin' Windex for? Christ. That how they roll in Detroit, huh?" Or maybe it was something to do with Zabuma...Zabzula...Zab-something. The uncle. Yeah, that guy. Maybe it was something crazy like, like, like they didn't have soda or something?? So Haku had been forced to drink cleaning product? No way!! That was so uncool! Kiba was totally gonna give this Zabuto jerk a piece of his mind!!
...no...wait...something was wrong here. Frowning thoughtfully, he tried to sort out his muddled thought process. Why was he decking Haku's uncle? Right, because he'd forced him to drink Windex! But...no, no, Kiba'd made that up himself. Hmm. He turned his gaze back to said victim, waiting impatiently for the answer to this riddle once and for all. Haku had the key! But he wasn't telling him!! Sneaky damn Commies, that was the problem. Akamaru licked his hand, begging for another ear-rub, and Kiba wrinkled his nose fondly. "Seriously, dude...Windex?!"
Haku frowned and grabbed at the offending toe, giving it a good wiggle. Slowly but surely, he could feel the juices in his brain turning to sludge; he wasn't too bad off yet - he wasn't feeling it in his face yet - but he was feeling something, and it made watching the motions Kiba's face was going through that much more entertaining. What the hell was he thinking about? "Windex, yes," he confirmed, almost petulantly. "All the cool kids were doing it."
He reached for the magic bottle again. As god-awful as the stuff tasted, the conversation was becoming dramatically easier to stomach. Taking the next swig wasn't half the trial it had been before - maybe pretending there was money riding on this was paying off... "Was in... high school? Nah, middle school, had to be, they'd just let me out so it really wasn't nothing at the time. And they bet me. Dared me." Haku bit his lip, trying to remember. It wasn't something he thought about very often to begin with. The vodka wasn't helping, and despite the fact that he had a very high tolerance for someone his size, Haku was still... someone his size. He took one more swallow - to jog his memory, really - and passed it back to Kiba. "Um. They wouldn't take my lunch tickets anymore if I did it. So I did it." That was right, right?
Since it'd been so much fun before, Kiba toed him again, trying not to giggle. "Let you out? From where?" he yawned, stretching out - which meant that his head was just about resting on the dog's, and he was slooowly sliding off the bed entirely. A vague part of him pointed out that he'd been a tad upset earlier, but that had been before the vodka and therefore didn't matter any more. Haku hit his hand with the vodka bottle again, and Kiba grunted as he raised his torso enough so that he wouldn't lose all the precious, precious alcohol to that bastard Gravity. Damn, somebody had put a fuzzy filter on the world. Why would they do that?!
His eyes crossed as he tried to focus on Haku's mouth - it was moving, and noises were coming out of it, but for some reason the person who'd fuzzied the world had also dipped it in molasses, so sound was taking a while to get to his brain. Kiba examined the tip of his nose with interest, then slowly uncrossed his eyes. And then crossed them again, unable to hold back the giggling much longer. "Heee. Why does crossing your eyes feel so weird?" he wondered, trying it again. "Haha! Hey, Haku, try this!!"
Haku' brow furrowed as he tried to concentrate on catching Kiba's toe again. "Outta... Juvi." After a few attempts, he managed to grab his foot with both hands, and he 'hmph'd' in satisfaction. A part of his mind was warning him about saying even that much, but the leftover bits that were currently making nice with the vodka assured him that he hadn't said anything that bad. Besides, he was busy. With the utmost determination, he began pulling the sock off Kiba's foot.
Before realizing his objective, however, the foot's owner shifted around, and Haku lost hold of the sock. "Try what, what are you doing?" He crawled closer to Kiba's face, trying to get a better look at whatever was supposed to feel so weird. "How are you doing that?" Sitting back up, he rolled his own eyes around. He couldn't see himself, but he could tell he wasn't doing it right. "I don't... how do you do that?"
Ah, juvi. That made sense. Kiba nodded placidly, shagging hair bouncing into his eyes. Then Haku tried to make off with his clothing, and THAT was not cool!! "Hey! My sock," he pouted outrageously. "Getcha own. Haha!" With a groan, he flopped onto the bed properly, abandoning Akamaru to his own devices. Teaching Haku to cross he- his, right, his eyes suddenly took precedence. Kiba sat up, slouching over slightly, and tilted Haku's head up so he could observe the other's progress. "'S'easy! Jus'...try'n watch your nose." He demonstrated, chortling again as he felt that strange pulling at the far edges of his eyes. "Haha! See? You try!!"
The were more warning bells in his head now, something to do with Haku being in juvi. And also with Haku being this close. Kiba ignored the first one outright, and reasoned that the other one must be related to that near sock-steal. That was it!! He shot a slightly suspicious look across the bare intervening distance and tugged his sock back on, wrapping a hand around each foot. There. Let him try and steal his clothes now!!
Haku's face screwed up as he tried again. That was the problem, though, he couldn't see his nose! How was he supposed to watch something he couldn't really see? The problem was solved as Kiba leaned toward him. If he focused on Kiba's nose, Haku could sort of get it. He kept his wide eyes trained on that one spot on Kiba's face, slowly leaning forward until their noses almost touched and... there! He was doing it!
He was vaguely aware of Kiba doing something with his own feet, something he seemed fairly triumphant about, but Haku suddenly had other concerns. The combination of the alcohol in his system and the new sensation of having his eyes focused in a very wrong position was giving him the spins. He squeezed his poor eyes shut and slumped forward a bit, pressing the top of his head to Kiba's chest. "S'really not so great, the... eye thing..." he mumbled. "S'ry, Kib'."
"S'okay," Kiba reassured him gruffly, stroking Haku's soft, soft hair. Sh- he was so light! It was vaguely worrying, actually. Emitting a curious sound halfway between a growl and a purr, he relaxed back down, wiggling around until he was comfortable. Suddenly he was tired. Not enough to fall asleep right away, but enough to be super-calm and almost content. It felt...good. The springs protested as he readjusted his weight once more; Kiba was suddenly reminded of dogs, circling before they lay down to sleep. Years of living with them had probably rubbed off, he admitted, even his thoughts slurring slightly.
Beside the bed, Akamaru huffed sleepily. Kiba nodded slowly in agreement. "Y'wanna go t'sleep now?" he yawned, poking Haku's cheek lightly. "S'late. Y'should sleep." Yeeeeah. Look at him, bein' all responsible!! Yeeeeah. Everyone should take notice!! He nodded to himself, cheek rubbing against that soft, soft hair. Sergeant Kiba t'the rescue!
Lying down helped with the spins, and so did having his hair stroked, oddly enough. However, with the worst of his discomfort out of the way, Haku realized he really wasn't tired. Oh, he'd had more than enough to drink, and it was close to the time of night when he would have gone to bed anyway, but he'd missed taking his pill earlier, which left him feeling slightly bug-eyed. "I should sleep," he agreed, shifting so his head was more comfortably pillowed on Kiba's shoulder. He liked the way Kiba's voice sounded from here, from this close. He'd really liked that funny growling sound he'd made as he relaxed into the mattress. Absently, he started running his rough fingertips back and forth across Kiba's collarbone.
Hmm. Maybe he could get Kiba to make that sound again. Just so he could hear it, that's all.
With a purpose, now, he let his hand drift up, to knead at Kiba's shoulder with a little more strength. Just... just to see what Kiba'd do, really. He wasn't trying anything, right? Besides, Haku was good with his hands, and he owed Kiba something, after all the mess Haku'd made of things. It wasn't at all so he could feel up the muscles in Kiba's shoulders, or imagine the kind of effort he must have put into getting them so very... nope. Not at all. Haku was just being nice. Really.
"Mmmmm." Kiba whuffled appreciatively, eyes half-closing. Haku had surprisingly strong fingers, and Kiba was always happy to get a good maul massage. Grunting lightly, he moved again, tucking Haku closer to his side. "Thanksssss." The corners of his mouth curled up lazily; his back arched slightly, increasing the pressure. God, that felt kinda magic. Maybe he could talk Haku into giving him a proper massage? That'd be so good. Mmmm.
His other hand twitched slightly as Haku found a particularly good spot. "Ahhhh..." Grurrrrrrr. On the floor, Akamaru's ears pricked up momentarily before he went back to sleep again. "Man...you can use me as a maulin' post any time," Kiba promised artlessly, smile sleepily extending. "Where'd y'learn that?" Even with one hand, it was...good. Kinda...sexy, actually. Thought part of him felt like there should be something wrong with that thought. He ignored it, grurrrrr-ing happily again. "Mmmm."
See? Kiba was thanking him! No problem at all, at least, no problem that Haku needed to worry about. His reasoning skills were somewhat fuzzy at the moment, Haku knew they were, but as long as everyone was happy, what harm could come of it? He twisted his arm a bit to work at Kiba's neck for a while, then moved it down again, kneading at his shoulder and down his chest some. Pulled in against Kiba's side as he was, Haku couldn't quite work his other arm free to go at it with both hands like he wanted to, but he was far too comfortable to complain about something so trivial. Instead, he used his free arm to give longer, slower attention to Kiba's chest - and gawd, what pecs, and Haku couldn't feel bad about thinking so at all because it wasn't like that was the reason he was doing any of this - savoring the sensation of Kiba's deep breathing and - just for a second there, when he hit the right spot - his heartbeat.
Deciding he liked that heartbeat just as much as he'd enjoyed the 'grurring,' Haku wriggled away from Kiba's side, just so he could shift up a little and press his face into the side of Kiba's neck. He nuzzled for a bit until he found... there, there it was, that little pulse in his throat. Humming softly to himself, he touched his lips to that spot so he could really feel it. His hand had found its way down to trace against the little muscles of Kiba's stomach, light and tickling, and Haku swore he was about ready to start purring himself.
Oh...god...Kiba moaned slightly and tilted his head, giving Haku's lips better access. Because that was important right now. Really, really important. And- there was a hand- oh, god. Suddenly he was all wide awake again, in all sorts of ways. And this...this wasn't quite right, he decided. Kiba rolled carefully onto his side, tangling a large, scarred hand in Haku's hair.
And kissed him. A slightly-sloppy, vodka-induced, definitely-confused kiss, but it did the job. Oh, yes, it did the job. He felt his pulse speed up, shifting gears, felt the haze in his brain thicken slightly with lust, and it felt good. Kiba's hand slid down, tickling at the nape of Haku's neck. Something in his head was shrieking and thrashing and screaming, trying to be heard, but his head was being firmly ignored in favour of other...things. Like kissing Haku again, because it was nice. And Kiba...well, Kiba was an undersexed postadolescent male who was currently drunk enough to forget that the lips he was molesting actually belonged to a very pretty boy.
Although, at this point, he probably wouldn't even had cared anyway. "Mmmm..."
What: Kiba's driving Haku home to Detroit. For Christmas.
When: Before Christmas. Because Mimi is just that on top of things. (/BS)
Notes: Part the second; a little more PG-13-ish.
"Mmm," came the noncommittal reply, though Haku dropped his head, looking thoroughly chastised. Fine, he'd take the bed, but... but... He picked at the pills on the cheap comforter, struggling with brief surge of irritation. Why won't you let me do something? The vodka bottle was ignored for another minute, but its shape and contents left it with far more entertainment value than the comforter, and it was scooped up with more enthusiasm than Haku had intended. The 'swish, swish, swish' of the liquid was enough to keep his attention for a while, but Haku's reverie was eventually interrupted by the sagging of the mattress and the faint creak of the bedsprings, and without Haku even sparing a look for Kiba that cap was off.
He'd never gotten the hang of vodka, never enjoyed it unless it was masked by at least two or three other, stronger flavors; something about it just caught him in the back of the throat in a most unpleasant way. As such, he hadn't even tried it in well over a year. Maybe it'd go down easier now? (Especially now; dammit, he needed something.) His impromptu plan to 'swallow it fast' worked as far as that went, but it didn't stop his face and the entire upper half of his body from protesting after the fact. Lacking the wherewithal to work the cap back on, he shoved the bottle at Kiba and immediately leaned forward, burying his face in the blankets. Gad, that was nasty. Trying to focus on the warmth the evil beverage had left in his throat and stomach helped; when he'd recovered enough to speak he lifted his head from the blankets. "I fail as a Russian." He screwed up his face again and shuddered. "Dammit," he mumbled, "I can shoot Wild Turkey just fine, but... oh god, what do they put in that...?"
Resisting the urge to both laugh and sit on the hand that had been en route to rub Haku's back comfortingly, Kiba made a show of peering at the label. Not that he could read it, anyway - some bastard had gone and told the letters to jive around. "Potatoes," he replied blandly. "I think. And...sugar? Yep. Def'nitely sugar in there." He took a swig of his own, rolling the liquid over his tongue and staring into space as he contemplated it. "Mmm. 'S'better with some cream. And Kahlua." Ahahaha...wasn't that ironic? A perfect White Russian, that was. Oh, god. Terrible. Why did his brain insist on making horrible, horrible, depressing puns? He blamed the drink. Or maybe all that crack cocaine...nonono, better not to think about that at all. He focused on Haku's amusingly miserable face instead.
"They do say that practice makes perfect, if you're up for another round~?" Grinning evilly and openly, he swung the bottle back and forth between two fingers. Hmm, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea...if he had much more Haku looked well-disposed to barf it up everywhere. That'd be messy. Kiba had another drink - again - in order to help his thought processes along. Because alcohol was good like that, right? Once you got to a certain stage, you knew everything about everything. Proven fact. He cocked a slightly gentler stare at his younger roomie. "...you want I should get y'some water?"
Vodka, cream, and Kahlua, hmm? Haku mulled that over for a bit, wondering if he was being somehow made fun of. On the other hand, Kiba didn't seem as grumpy at the moment, and besides, he was right, it would taste one helluva lot better that way. He opted not to mention out loud the diesel fuel, turpentine, and Ipecac that he was sure - positive - were unlisted ingredients in the bottle Kiba was holding.
He directed a glare at said bottle, dancing in front of his face. Was Kiba... challenging him? His gaze focused on Kiba, one eyebrow raised. The offer for water was met with a soft "hmm," as Haku snatched the vodka away from him. Yes, it was nasty stuff. Sure, it made him want to gag. But Haku had a reputation to uphold, one Kiba likely didn't even know about. A little vodka wasn't going to ruin that. Haku had drunk sour milk, because it was better than being swatted upside the head. He'd eaten sandwiches made on moldy bread, because wasn't really that bad, was it? He'd even knocked back a few cap-fulls of window cleaner on a dare, and nevermind the fact that his stay in the nurse's office hadn't counted towards his subsequent in-class suspension. With a quick breath to steel his stomach and quiet his taste buds he tipped back the bottle and gave it three good chugs. He couldn't quite keep the cringe off his face, but he didn't crumple like he had the last time. "Gah. S'still worse than Windex," he muttered, pushing the bottle back over to Kiba.
"Windex?!" Kiba laughed, raising the Absolut in a mocking toast before effortlessly downing more than twice Haku's previous bid. Ahhh, vodka. Yummy. What was Haku complaining about?! He licked his lips, collapsing into a sprawl that saw half of him off the bed so he could still obediently scratch Akamaru's ears for him, and nudged Haku with an ensocked toe. "What the shit were y'drinkin' Windex for? Christ. That how they roll in Detroit, huh?" Or maybe it was something to do with Zabuma...Zabzula...Zab-something. The uncle. Yeah, that guy. Maybe it was something crazy like, like, like they didn't have soda or something?? So Haku had been forced to drink cleaning product? No way!! That was so uncool! Kiba was totally gonna give this Zabuto jerk a piece of his mind!!
...no...wait...something was wrong here. Frowning thoughtfully, he tried to sort out his muddled thought process. Why was he decking Haku's uncle? Right, because he'd forced him to drink Windex! But...no, no, Kiba'd made that up himself. Hmm. He turned his gaze back to said victim, waiting impatiently for the answer to this riddle once and for all. Haku had the key! But he wasn't telling him!! Sneaky damn Commies, that was the problem. Akamaru licked his hand, begging for another ear-rub, and Kiba wrinkled his nose fondly. "Seriously, dude...Windex?!"
Haku frowned and grabbed at the offending toe, giving it a good wiggle. Slowly but surely, he could feel the juices in his brain turning to sludge; he wasn't too bad off yet - he wasn't feeling it in his face yet - but he was feeling something, and it made watching the motions Kiba's face was going through that much more entertaining. What the hell was he thinking about? "Windex, yes," he confirmed, almost petulantly. "All the cool kids were doing it."
He reached for the magic bottle again. As god-awful as the stuff tasted, the conversation was becoming dramatically easier to stomach. Taking the next swig wasn't half the trial it had been before - maybe pretending there was money riding on this was paying off... "Was in... high school? Nah, middle school, had to be, they'd just let me out so it really wasn't nothing at the time. And they bet me. Dared me." Haku bit his lip, trying to remember. It wasn't something he thought about very often to begin with. The vodka wasn't helping, and despite the fact that he had a very high tolerance for someone his size, Haku was still... someone his size. He took one more swallow - to jog his memory, really - and passed it back to Kiba. "Um. They wouldn't take my lunch tickets anymore if I did it. So I did it." That was right, right?
Since it'd been so much fun before, Kiba toed him again, trying not to giggle. "Let you out? From where?" he yawned, stretching out - which meant that his head was just about resting on the dog's, and he was slooowly sliding off the bed entirely. A vague part of him pointed out that he'd been a tad upset earlier, but that had been before the vodka and therefore didn't matter any more. Haku hit his hand with the vodka bottle again, and Kiba grunted as he raised his torso enough so that he wouldn't lose all the precious, precious alcohol to that bastard Gravity. Damn, somebody had put a fuzzy filter on the world. Why would they do that?!
His eyes crossed as he tried to focus on Haku's mouth - it was moving, and noises were coming out of it, but for some reason the person who'd fuzzied the world had also dipped it in molasses, so sound was taking a while to get to his brain. Kiba examined the tip of his nose with interest, then slowly uncrossed his eyes. And then crossed them again, unable to hold back the giggling much longer. "Heee. Why does crossing your eyes feel so weird?" he wondered, trying it again. "Haha! Hey, Haku, try this!!"
Haku' brow furrowed as he tried to concentrate on catching Kiba's toe again. "Outta... Juvi." After a few attempts, he managed to grab his foot with both hands, and he 'hmph'd' in satisfaction. A part of his mind was warning him about saying even that much, but the leftover bits that were currently making nice with the vodka assured him that he hadn't said anything that bad. Besides, he was busy. With the utmost determination, he began pulling the sock off Kiba's foot.
Before realizing his objective, however, the foot's owner shifted around, and Haku lost hold of the sock. "Try what, what are you doing?" He crawled closer to Kiba's face, trying to get a better look at whatever was supposed to feel so weird. "How are you doing that?" Sitting back up, he rolled his own eyes around. He couldn't see himself, but he could tell he wasn't doing it right. "I don't... how do you do that?"
Ah, juvi. That made sense. Kiba nodded placidly, shagging hair bouncing into his eyes. Then Haku tried to make off with his clothing, and THAT was not cool!! "Hey! My sock," he pouted outrageously. "Getcha own. Haha!" With a groan, he flopped onto the bed properly, abandoning Akamaru to his own devices. Teaching Haku to cross he- his, right, his eyes suddenly took precedence. Kiba sat up, slouching over slightly, and tilted Haku's head up so he could observe the other's progress. "'S'easy! Jus'...try'n watch your nose." He demonstrated, chortling again as he felt that strange pulling at the far edges of his eyes. "Haha! See? You try!!"
The were more warning bells in his head now, something to do with Haku being in juvi. And also with Haku being this close. Kiba ignored the first one outright, and reasoned that the other one must be related to that near sock-steal. That was it!! He shot a slightly suspicious look across the bare intervening distance and tugged his sock back on, wrapping a hand around each foot. There. Let him try and steal his clothes now!!
Haku's face screwed up as he tried again. That was the problem, though, he couldn't see his nose! How was he supposed to watch something he couldn't really see? The problem was solved as Kiba leaned toward him. If he focused on Kiba's nose, Haku could sort of get it. He kept his wide eyes trained on that one spot on Kiba's face, slowly leaning forward until their noses almost touched and... there! He was doing it!
He was vaguely aware of Kiba doing something with his own feet, something he seemed fairly triumphant about, but Haku suddenly had other concerns. The combination of the alcohol in his system and the new sensation of having his eyes focused in a very wrong position was giving him the spins. He squeezed his poor eyes shut and slumped forward a bit, pressing the top of his head to Kiba's chest. "S'really not so great, the... eye thing..." he mumbled. "S'ry, Kib'."
"S'okay," Kiba reassured him gruffly, stroking Haku's soft, soft hair. Sh- he was so light! It was vaguely worrying, actually. Emitting a curious sound halfway between a growl and a purr, he relaxed back down, wiggling around until he was comfortable. Suddenly he was tired. Not enough to fall asleep right away, but enough to be super-calm and almost content. It felt...good. The springs protested as he readjusted his weight once more; Kiba was suddenly reminded of dogs, circling before they lay down to sleep. Years of living with them had probably rubbed off, he admitted, even his thoughts slurring slightly.
Beside the bed, Akamaru huffed sleepily. Kiba nodded slowly in agreement. "Y'wanna go t'sleep now?" he yawned, poking Haku's cheek lightly. "S'late. Y'should sleep." Yeeeeah. Look at him, bein' all responsible!! Yeeeeah. Everyone should take notice!! He nodded to himself, cheek rubbing against that soft, soft hair. Sergeant Kiba t'the rescue!
Lying down helped with the spins, and so did having his hair stroked, oddly enough. However, with the worst of his discomfort out of the way, Haku realized he really wasn't tired. Oh, he'd had more than enough to drink, and it was close to the time of night when he would have gone to bed anyway, but he'd missed taking his pill earlier, which left him feeling slightly bug-eyed. "I should sleep," he agreed, shifting so his head was more comfortably pillowed on Kiba's shoulder. He liked the way Kiba's voice sounded from here, from this close. He'd really liked that funny growling sound he'd made as he relaxed into the mattress. Absently, he started running his rough fingertips back and forth across Kiba's collarbone.
Hmm. Maybe he could get Kiba to make that sound again. Just so he could hear it, that's all.
With a purpose, now, he let his hand drift up, to knead at Kiba's shoulder with a little more strength. Just... just to see what Kiba'd do, really. He wasn't trying anything, right? Besides, Haku was good with his hands, and he owed Kiba something, after all the mess Haku'd made of things. It wasn't at all so he could feel up the muscles in Kiba's shoulders, or imagine the kind of effort he must have put into getting them so very... nope. Not at all. Haku was just being nice. Really.
"Mmmmm." Kiba whuffled appreciatively, eyes half-closing. Haku had surprisingly strong fingers, and Kiba was always happy to get a good maul massage. Grunting lightly, he moved again, tucking Haku closer to his side. "Thanksssss." The corners of his mouth curled up lazily; his back arched slightly, increasing the pressure. God, that felt kinda magic. Maybe he could talk Haku into giving him a proper massage? That'd be so good. Mmmm.
His other hand twitched slightly as Haku found a particularly good spot. "Ahhhh..." Grurrrrrrr. On the floor, Akamaru's ears pricked up momentarily before he went back to sleep again. "Man...you can use me as a maulin' post any time," Kiba promised artlessly, smile sleepily extending. "Where'd y'learn that?" Even with one hand, it was...good. Kinda...sexy, actually. Thought part of him felt like there should be something wrong with that thought. He ignored it, grurrrrr-ing happily again. "Mmmm."
See? Kiba was thanking him! No problem at all, at least, no problem that Haku needed to worry about. His reasoning skills were somewhat fuzzy at the moment, Haku knew they were, but as long as everyone was happy, what harm could come of it? He twisted his arm a bit to work at Kiba's neck for a while, then moved it down again, kneading at his shoulder and down his chest some. Pulled in against Kiba's side as he was, Haku couldn't quite work his other arm free to go at it with both hands like he wanted to, but he was far too comfortable to complain about something so trivial. Instead, he used his free arm to give longer, slower attention to Kiba's chest - and gawd, what pecs, and Haku couldn't feel bad about thinking so at all because it wasn't like that was the reason he was doing any of this - savoring the sensation of Kiba's deep breathing and - just for a second there, when he hit the right spot - his heartbeat.
Deciding he liked that heartbeat just as much as he'd enjoyed the 'grurring,' Haku wriggled away from Kiba's side, just so he could shift up a little and press his face into the side of Kiba's neck. He nuzzled for a bit until he found... there, there it was, that little pulse in his throat. Humming softly to himself, he touched his lips to that spot so he could really feel it. His hand had found its way down to trace against the little muscles of Kiba's stomach, light and tickling, and Haku swore he was about ready to start purring himself.
Oh...god...Kiba moaned slightly and tilted his head, giving Haku's lips better access. Because that was important right now. Really, really important. And- there was a hand- oh, god. Suddenly he was all wide awake again, in all sorts of ways. And this...this wasn't quite right, he decided. Kiba rolled carefully onto his side, tangling a large, scarred hand in Haku's hair.
And kissed him. A slightly-sloppy, vodka-induced, definitely-confused kiss, but it did the job. Oh, yes, it did the job. He felt his pulse speed up, shifting gears, felt the haze in his brain thicken slightly with lust, and it felt good. Kiba's hand slid down, tickling at the nape of Haku's neck. Something in his head was shrieking and thrashing and screaming, trying to be heard, but his head was being firmly ignored in favour of other...things. Like kissing Haku again, because it was nice. And Kiba...well, Kiba was an undersexed postadolescent male who was currently drunk enough to forget that the lips he was molesting actually belonged to a very pretty boy.
Although, at this point, he probably wouldn't even had cared anyway. "Mmmm..."