[Naruto] NejiHina Smut Theme 17
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runespoorTitle: NejiHina Smut Themes 17
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Rating: NC-17 as a whole. More like PG-13 for this one.
Summary: fifth post of the it’s-all-about-sex theme set.
Notes: I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE RATING. I AM HAPPY ABOUT IT. :D
17. Leader
Lying to Naruto has always been difficult, Neji acknowledges, because Naruto’s eyes did see clearer than anyone else, except for things that concerned primarily him.
He’s like Hinata in that respect; he’s never caught up on the fact Hinata loved him, though Neji never knew if it was because he wasn’t interested in her that way or for some other reason. Neji sometimes regrets he doesn’t know, as understanding Naruto is a sure key toward understanding Hinata.
But now Naruto stands as Nanadaime, the Kyuubi’s abilities since long assimilated, lying to him has become near impossible. Neji doubts anyone but Kakashi dares trying it nowadays, and the only reason Kakashi does is because he doesn’t care if Naruto believes him.
When Naruto looks up from his desk as Neji enters the Hokage’s office, Neji refuses to start at Naruto’s focused expression, the way his eyes are boring into him, even though Neji has showered, twice, before coming here.
He’s not late. Neji is never late. He’s had to upset his schedule that morning so he’d be able to get away from the Hyuuga compound early enough that he wouldn’t be late for a meeting with the Hokage; he’d had to count into it the showers, too. He shouldn’t have needed the showers, especially if he’s right about the reason why Naruto told him they’d be talking, but he couldn’t help it.
Naruto hasn’t listened to a word his ANBU captain told him since Neji entered the office, he’s willing to bet; not that it matters anyway, because ANBU don’t go talking of the village’s private affairs in front of Clan Heads, and thus the captain has seamlessly gone into made-up territory and will keep up the pretence until the story, prepared beforehand, has reached its end, or the Hokage interrupts her. Neji knows, more clearly than what other Clan Heads suspect; he used to be in ANBU himself, once.
Naruto apparently changes his mind about his tactics halfway through the captain’s cover story.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later, okay?” he cuts her in the middle of a sentence, without taking his eyes away from Neji.
‘Later.’ The Hokage’s schedule is desperately full; something pretty important must have come up, for the ANBU captain to come over and for Naruto to let the discussion encroach onto his meeting with Neji. His teammates will be delighted, Neji thinks sardonically.
He ignores Ino as she walks past him and out of the office, she does the same. The only person Neji enjoys meeting even less than Ino is Sasuke; this is saying something.
Neji and Ino have never got on well since he left ANBU. He doesn’t get on much better with Kiba, for similar reasons, but Kiba doesn’t seem to resent him quite as much as Ino, and most of Neji’s disapproval of Kiba hinges on the fact that Neji is not at all convinced Kiba is the person who can make his youngest cousin happy, if the frequent rows between Hanabi and him are anything to judge by.
Neji wonders vaguely what it is with Hyuuga and ANBU, but his attention is drawn again to Naruto. The Hokage is going to go home later than usual tonight if he sees Ino again, and his teammates never take that lightly. What Naruto wants to tell him must be pretty important in his eyes for him to not put the meeting back.
And whatever it is, Neji knows it concerns him personally. The Hyuuga clan hasn’t needed the Hokage to intervene in its affairs for a while now, and if this was just some minor business – a genin giving up too early on ever becoming a chuunin, a widowed parent who should be put on desk duty to protect the rest of the family – Naruto would have been the one going to the Hyuuga compound to see Neji. He has done so in the past.
“You wished to see me, Hokage-sama,” Neji intones silkily.
Naruto looks at him warningly. “Don’t give me that bullshit,” he advises, “and sit down, you’re tiring me out.”
Of course, the moment Neji wordlessly takes the chair in front of the desk – he could have purposely misunderstood Naruto and instead chosen one of the sofa lining the wall, but he guesses it’s better not antagonise him right from the beginning – Naruto stands up and walks to the other side of the desk.
He goes and stands squarely in front of Neji, crosses his arms, and states, “You went to see a whore this morning.”
It’s not a question.
Again, Neji acknowledges that since Naruto assimilated Kyuubi’s abilities, hiding anything like that from him is almost impossible; he certainly hasn’t succeeded. Neji has washed twice since then, including his hair, with two different-smelling sort of soaps. Even an Inuzuka wouldn’t be able to pick up on the lingering scent of sex.
“Well, that’s alright, because that’s just what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Score one for Hyuuga perspicacity, but Neji doesn’t suppose the meeting will go much the same way. His defence is dismally thin.
He stares stonily at Naruto, refusing to give him even an inch. Everyone who ever came to face Naruto learnt at their cost that it never stops there. Neji was among the first to be taught that lesson, and he has never allowed himself to forget it.
“And if I did?”
Naruto leans against his desk and pouts.
“You can’t do that.”
Neji doesn’t say that he obviously can; that he in fact just did and is likely to do so again whenever he feels like it. For one, Naruto, when pushed enough, is not so proud that he will not resort to abusing his power. For another, Neji doesn’t feel up to dealing with several minutes of Naruto flailing and shouting strangled exclamations until he gets back under control.
“Are you going to tell me it’s not good politics?”
He can’t entirely keep the sneer off his voice. Maybe because it’s a remark he has made to himself time and time again; the Head of the Hyuuga doesn’t go visit whores. He just doesn’t. He takes a lover and, if his tastes run that way, he leaves his wife alone once she has popped out the requisite heir. Then again, this is only applicable if the Head of the Hyuuga has a wife.
It isn’t good politics either that Neji isn’t married; and he doesn’t have a lover for the same reason that he doesn’t have a wife. Whores, at least, have no claim on him, and Neji is discreet.
He tries not to think about the risk of blackmail.
Instead of bristling like anyone normal, Naruto just blinks.
“What? No!” He grins feebly. “You’re usually the one calling me on that shit. And, hey, we’ve had that discussion enough that you should know I don’t give a damn about that thing, right?”
Neji would like to keep this on the subject of good politics. As Naruto pointed out, it would give him uncontested higher ground. Or it would, if Naruto’s bad politics weren’t an unconventional relationship most of the village doesn’t know what to make of and thus ignores, and Neji’s wasn’t anti-relationship related.
“Look, Neji, you need to stop.”
There’s no trace of a smile on Naruto’s face now. Neji doesn’t like the sympathy he can read in the Hokage’s eyes – his friend’s eyes. He doesn’t like that Naruto knows.
He’s on the defensive now. It isn’t the first time Naruto tried to talk to him about it, but never before has he had that expression in his eyes.
Bitterly, Neji reflects that he’d never have imagined he’d see the day Naruto advised someone on giving up. Then again, once, Neji would never have imagined Uchiha Sasuke could make his peace about being forcibly back in Konoha, or that Kiba would come over to the Hyuuga compound to see Hanabi, or that he himself would be Head of the Hyuuga.
“And why should I do that?” His voice is lower than he wanted, flatter; barely a question at all.
“Because it’s not making you happy.”
Neji only looks back into Naruto’s eyes, mutely. Of course it’s not. If Neji had wanted some semblance of happiness, he’d have taken a mistress; he’d have looked for a girlfriend. He could have achieved reasonable happiness.
Naruto seems to sense this reasoning will not get him anywhere, so he switches tactics.
“Look, why did you go this morning?”
“To get laid,” Neji answers flatly.
Naruto only rolls his eyes, as if Neji’s attempts to distract him or shock him were nothing but a big waste of his time. “Yeah, thank you, genius, I could’ve guessed that. What I meant is, what made you go this morning?”
“Maybe I go there every morning and you just don’t know it,” Neji remarks.
Naruto sends him a reproachful look. “Neji, please, gimme some credit. I think I’d pay attention if one of my best friends looked like he was taking leafs out of the pervert’s book.”
Another reason why Neji has such a hard time lying to Naruto is that Naruto isn’t even consciously playing the friend card. He really does think of Neji as a friend before thinking of him as the Head of the Hyuuga. This is why Neji always has to remind him of what is and what is not proper, because Neji himself never forgets that he’s Head of the Hyuuga. The bandages around Hinata’s forehead make it hard to disregard.
Neji’s hands flex on his lap.
“I—needed to.”
Naruto nods. “Because?”
If Neji was Sasuke, now would be the time he frowned and told him to not push it, Uzumaki. Unfortunately, Neji is perhaps less hypocritical than the Uchiha, so he doesn’t. Not that Sasuke’s mixed signals would change anything to the outcome, anyway, a fact which rarely fails to console Neji. It just happens that today is one of the rare failures.
“Because I needed to,” he repeats.
Naruto lets out a frustrated sigh. “Neji...”
“It’s not any of your business.”
“If one of my friends is making himself unhappy and I know why, I think it’s my business.”
Neji closes his eyes. Against the blackness of his closed eyelids, the green mark on Hinata’s white brow flashes, like it did this morning under the black bangs flying around her head as she sparred.
“I had to get away.” Before he did something monstruous.
“Ah.” Naruto nods, sagaciously. Naruto knows already; it isn’t the first time he’s broached the subject with Neji, and Neji lets himself hope that, this time again, Naruto will be understanding. Neji doesn’t think he can stop.
He can’t stop having an outlet and not snap.
His hands clench into fists. He is not a rapist.
“Don’t you think you could tell her? Or show her, or whatever?” Naruto looks at him, expectation in his eyes.
Neji snorts. “Yes, that’s a wonderful idea. I should just slam her against a wall and ignore her screams. Or are you suggesting I should summon her to my room before I start ripping her clothes?”
He tries to dispell the images that mere handful of words provided, and the reaction already warming in his blood.
There’s something dark in Naruto’s eyes; something telling Neji that it’s no use trying to shock Naruto with this, that it would take much more than Neji’s feeble attempts to appall him.
“I’m not sure she’d react as bad as you make it sound if she knew,” Naruto finally says, once Neji has looked away. “Hinata-chan’s never been in a serious relationship, right? Maybe you could offer that to her.”
Because she was saving herself for you, Neji indifferently thinks. And when it was too late, she didn’t care enough to find someone else.
“Or at least you could, I don’t know, try getting closer to her.” Naruto throws his arms in the air. “Ask Tenten about it or something, I’m not good at that stuff!”
He stops in his exasperation, lowering his arms and levelling Neji with one of these steady looks that seem to carry much more than Neji actually sees.
“I don’t know. But if you’re really afraid you’re gonna snap, then you need to find something else, because this isn’t working.”
Neji doesn’t reply. How could he make Naruto understand that it’s part of the point?
Naruto stays silent for a moment, then he asks, in a softer voice, “What do you get out of it anyway?”
Neji doesn’t say anything.
White, sweaty skin shivering under his palms, long black hair he doesn’t dare touch, and the mantra ‘niisan’ he hates himself for, streaming endlessly out of the girl’s mouth.
Author:
runespoor7Rating: NC-17 as a whole. More like PG-13 for this one.
Summary: fifth post of the it’s-all-about-sex theme set.
Notes: I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE RATING. I AM HAPPY ABOUT IT. :D
17. Leader
Lying to Naruto has always been difficult, Neji acknowledges, because Naruto’s eyes did see clearer than anyone else, except for things that concerned primarily him.
He’s like Hinata in that respect; he’s never caught up on the fact Hinata loved him, though Neji never knew if it was because he wasn’t interested in her that way or for some other reason. Neji sometimes regrets he doesn’t know, as understanding Naruto is a sure key toward understanding Hinata.
But now Naruto stands as Nanadaime, the Kyuubi’s abilities since long assimilated, lying to him has become near impossible. Neji doubts anyone but Kakashi dares trying it nowadays, and the only reason Kakashi does is because he doesn’t care if Naruto believes him.
When Naruto looks up from his desk as Neji enters the Hokage’s office, Neji refuses to start at Naruto’s focused expression, the way his eyes are boring into him, even though Neji has showered, twice, before coming here.
He’s not late. Neji is never late. He’s had to upset his schedule that morning so he’d be able to get away from the Hyuuga compound early enough that he wouldn’t be late for a meeting with the Hokage; he’d had to count into it the showers, too. He shouldn’t have needed the showers, especially if he’s right about the reason why Naruto told him they’d be talking, but he couldn’t help it.
Naruto hasn’t listened to a word his ANBU captain told him since Neji entered the office, he’s willing to bet; not that it matters anyway, because ANBU don’t go talking of the village’s private affairs in front of Clan Heads, and thus the captain has seamlessly gone into made-up territory and will keep up the pretence until the story, prepared beforehand, has reached its end, or the Hokage interrupts her. Neji knows, more clearly than what other Clan Heads suspect; he used to be in ANBU himself, once.
Naruto apparently changes his mind about his tactics halfway through the captain’s cover story.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later, okay?” he cuts her in the middle of a sentence, without taking his eyes away from Neji.
‘Later.’ The Hokage’s schedule is desperately full; something pretty important must have come up, for the ANBU captain to come over and for Naruto to let the discussion encroach onto his meeting with Neji. His teammates will be delighted, Neji thinks sardonically.
He ignores Ino as she walks past him and out of the office, she does the same. The only person Neji enjoys meeting even less than Ino is Sasuke; this is saying something.
Neji and Ino have never got on well since he left ANBU. He doesn’t get on much better with Kiba, for similar reasons, but Kiba doesn’t seem to resent him quite as much as Ino, and most of Neji’s disapproval of Kiba hinges on the fact that Neji is not at all convinced Kiba is the person who can make his youngest cousin happy, if the frequent rows between Hanabi and him are anything to judge by.
Neji wonders vaguely what it is with Hyuuga and ANBU, but his attention is drawn again to Naruto. The Hokage is going to go home later than usual tonight if he sees Ino again, and his teammates never take that lightly. What Naruto wants to tell him must be pretty important in his eyes for him to not put the meeting back.
And whatever it is, Neji knows it concerns him personally. The Hyuuga clan hasn’t needed the Hokage to intervene in its affairs for a while now, and if this was just some minor business – a genin giving up too early on ever becoming a chuunin, a widowed parent who should be put on desk duty to protect the rest of the family – Naruto would have been the one going to the Hyuuga compound to see Neji. He has done so in the past.
“You wished to see me, Hokage-sama,” Neji intones silkily.
Naruto looks at him warningly. “Don’t give me that bullshit,” he advises, “and sit down, you’re tiring me out.”
Of course, the moment Neji wordlessly takes the chair in front of the desk – he could have purposely misunderstood Naruto and instead chosen one of the sofa lining the wall, but he guesses it’s better not antagonise him right from the beginning – Naruto stands up and walks to the other side of the desk.
He goes and stands squarely in front of Neji, crosses his arms, and states, “You went to see a whore this morning.”
It’s not a question.
Again, Neji acknowledges that since Naruto assimilated Kyuubi’s abilities, hiding anything like that from him is almost impossible; he certainly hasn’t succeeded. Neji has washed twice since then, including his hair, with two different-smelling sort of soaps. Even an Inuzuka wouldn’t be able to pick up on the lingering scent of sex.
“Well, that’s alright, because that’s just what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Score one for Hyuuga perspicacity, but Neji doesn’t suppose the meeting will go much the same way. His defence is dismally thin.
He stares stonily at Naruto, refusing to give him even an inch. Everyone who ever came to face Naruto learnt at their cost that it never stops there. Neji was among the first to be taught that lesson, and he has never allowed himself to forget it.
“And if I did?”
Naruto leans against his desk and pouts.
“You can’t do that.”
Neji doesn’t say that he obviously can; that he in fact just did and is likely to do so again whenever he feels like it. For one, Naruto, when pushed enough, is not so proud that he will not resort to abusing his power. For another, Neji doesn’t feel up to dealing with several minutes of Naruto flailing and shouting strangled exclamations until he gets back under control.
“Are you going to tell me it’s not good politics?”
He can’t entirely keep the sneer off his voice. Maybe because it’s a remark he has made to himself time and time again; the Head of the Hyuuga doesn’t go visit whores. He just doesn’t. He takes a lover and, if his tastes run that way, he leaves his wife alone once she has popped out the requisite heir. Then again, this is only applicable if the Head of the Hyuuga has a wife.
It isn’t good politics either that Neji isn’t married; and he doesn’t have a lover for the same reason that he doesn’t have a wife. Whores, at least, have no claim on him, and Neji is discreet.
He tries not to think about the risk of blackmail.
Instead of bristling like anyone normal, Naruto just blinks.
“What? No!” He grins feebly. “You’re usually the one calling me on that shit. And, hey, we’ve had that discussion enough that you should know I don’t give a damn about that thing, right?”
Neji would like to keep this on the subject of good politics. As Naruto pointed out, it would give him uncontested higher ground. Or it would, if Naruto’s bad politics weren’t an unconventional relationship most of the village doesn’t know what to make of and thus ignores, and Neji’s wasn’t anti-relationship related.
“Look, Neji, you need to stop.”
There’s no trace of a smile on Naruto’s face now. Neji doesn’t like the sympathy he can read in the Hokage’s eyes – his friend’s eyes. He doesn’t like that Naruto knows.
He’s on the defensive now. It isn’t the first time Naruto tried to talk to him about it, but never before has he had that expression in his eyes.
Bitterly, Neji reflects that he’d never have imagined he’d see the day Naruto advised someone on giving up. Then again, once, Neji would never have imagined Uchiha Sasuke could make his peace about being forcibly back in Konoha, or that Kiba would come over to the Hyuuga compound to see Hanabi, or that he himself would be Head of the Hyuuga.
“And why should I do that?” His voice is lower than he wanted, flatter; barely a question at all.
“Because it’s not making you happy.”
Neji only looks back into Naruto’s eyes, mutely. Of course it’s not. If Neji had wanted some semblance of happiness, he’d have taken a mistress; he’d have looked for a girlfriend. He could have achieved reasonable happiness.
Naruto seems to sense this reasoning will not get him anywhere, so he switches tactics.
“Look, why did you go this morning?”
“To get laid,” Neji answers flatly.
Naruto only rolls his eyes, as if Neji’s attempts to distract him or shock him were nothing but a big waste of his time. “Yeah, thank you, genius, I could’ve guessed that. What I meant is, what made you go this morning?”
“Maybe I go there every morning and you just don’t know it,” Neji remarks.
Naruto sends him a reproachful look. “Neji, please, gimme some credit. I think I’d pay attention if one of my best friends looked like he was taking leafs out of the pervert’s book.”
Another reason why Neji has such a hard time lying to Naruto is that Naruto isn’t even consciously playing the friend card. He really does think of Neji as a friend before thinking of him as the Head of the Hyuuga. This is why Neji always has to remind him of what is and what is not proper, because Neji himself never forgets that he’s Head of the Hyuuga. The bandages around Hinata’s forehead make it hard to disregard.
Neji’s hands flex on his lap.
“I—needed to.”
Naruto nods. “Because?”
If Neji was Sasuke, now would be the time he frowned and told him to not push it, Uzumaki. Unfortunately, Neji is perhaps less hypocritical than the Uchiha, so he doesn’t. Not that Sasuke’s mixed signals would change anything to the outcome, anyway, a fact which rarely fails to console Neji. It just happens that today is one of the rare failures.
“Because I needed to,” he repeats.
Naruto lets out a frustrated sigh. “Neji...”
“It’s not any of your business.”
“If one of my friends is making himself unhappy and I know why, I think it’s my business.”
Neji closes his eyes. Against the blackness of his closed eyelids, the green mark on Hinata’s white brow flashes, like it did this morning under the black bangs flying around her head as she sparred.
“I had to get away.” Before he did something monstruous.
“Ah.” Naruto nods, sagaciously. Naruto knows already; it isn’t the first time he’s broached the subject with Neji, and Neji lets himself hope that, this time again, Naruto will be understanding. Neji doesn’t think he can stop.
He can’t stop having an outlet and not snap.
His hands clench into fists. He is not a rapist.
“Don’t you think you could tell her? Or show her, or whatever?” Naruto looks at him, expectation in his eyes.
Neji snorts. “Yes, that’s a wonderful idea. I should just slam her against a wall and ignore her screams. Or are you suggesting I should summon her to my room before I start ripping her clothes?”
He tries to dispell the images that mere handful of words provided, and the reaction already warming in his blood.
There’s something dark in Naruto’s eyes; something telling Neji that it’s no use trying to shock Naruto with this, that it would take much more than Neji’s feeble attempts to appall him.
“I’m not sure she’d react as bad as you make it sound if she knew,” Naruto finally says, once Neji has looked away. “Hinata-chan’s never been in a serious relationship, right? Maybe you could offer that to her.”
Because she was saving herself for you, Neji indifferently thinks. And when it was too late, she didn’t care enough to find someone else.
“Or at least you could, I don’t know, try getting closer to her.” Naruto throws his arms in the air. “Ask Tenten about it or something, I’m not good at that stuff!”
He stops in his exasperation, lowering his arms and levelling Neji with one of these steady looks that seem to carry much more than Neji actually sees.
“I don’t know. But if you’re really afraid you’re gonna snap, then you need to find something else, because this isn’t working.”
Neji doesn’t reply. How could he make Naruto understand that it’s part of the point?
Naruto stays silent for a moment, then he asks, in a softer voice, “What do you get out of it anyway?”
Neji doesn’t say anything.
White, sweaty skin shivering under his palms, long black hair he doesn’t dare touch, and the mantra ‘niisan’ he hates himself for, streaming endlessly out of the girl’s mouth.
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