Fics: "That Which Yields"

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Title: That Which Yields
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: This is all nimblnymph 's fault. And yes, I am going to the Special Hell.
Characters: Hinata, Neji.
Summary: Neji displeased with the results of Hinata's late-night assignations. And it is, after all, his duty to see that Hinata-sama's time is well spent.



"You're wasting your time."

"Neji-niisan," she squeaked, freezing in place. She held her body motionless for fifteen whole heartbeats. After that, she finished pulling herself through the window, dispelling the clone sleeping in her bed with the same motion she used to release the genjutsu she'd been concealing herself with. "W-what are you doing here?"

Neji was standing at the opposite window, his back to her. He finished speaking as if she hadn't asked him a question. "You're risking your father's displeasure and shaming your family for a child who isn't worth your time."

For a moment, Hinata thought she was going combust with embarrassment. She felt her cheeks flame and wrapped her arms around herself, humiliation bursting over her in waves.

She forced her back straight.

"Naruto-kun is not a waste of time," she said, and then faltered. "I though you li... r-respected him? A-after..."

"I did, Hinata-sama," Neji informed her, still facing away. All she could see was the flawless fall of his hair and the raised veins of his activated Byakugan. In Hyuuga, it was considered rather rude to use one's bloodline limit unless one was on the training grounds, but the rules had never quite applied to Neji. He was a prodigy. "Until he failed to please you," he continued.

Hinata felt exactly like she did whenever one of Hyuuga's trainers questioned her on military history. She had the taste of the answer in the back of her throat, but her mind refused to offer her the words she needed.

"I-I don't-"

"Your shoulders are tight, Hinata-sama," Neji informed her flatly. "Walking is uncomfortable for you, you have bruises on your back and the muscles of your abdomen and thighs are overly tense. Only you return to your room after an illicit assignation more unsatisfied than you were when you left." He turned his head, nostrils flaring. "It irritates me."

Hinata's blush grew hotter and she unfolded her arms to press her index fingers together. He was correct, of course. She felt tears fill her eyes, and tried to blink them away. She just didn't know what she was doing wrong! She would often meet Sakura-san and Ino-san for breakfast, and whenever the other girls had spent the night with their paramours... Sakura would positively bounce across the restaurant floor to their typical table, grinning so enchantingly that the busboy would drop his tray, and Ino had been known to slink in late and wearing the clothing from the day before from time to time. Both of them would glow, limbs held loose and relaxed.

But she... she tried, she really did, to find the pleasure Sakura and Ino seemed to grasp so effortlessly, to be one of those sensual, mature kunoichi, but she never managed it, and she couldn't, couldn't, ask. She tried once, and stuttered so badly that Sakura had suspected she was having a seizure. She just prayed she'd been successful in hiding her deficiency from Naruto. When ever he turned to her after and went, "That was excellent! ...right, Hinata-chan?" she'd always been sure to smile and nod vigorously.

"I'm sorry, Neji-niisan," Hinata whispered.

"Be silent," Neji snapped, turning to face her. "In this case, the failing is not yours." He considered. "Except for your lack of taste. You should have chosen someone better.

Hinata stared at the floorboards. "Please do not insult Naruto-kun i-in front of me," she requested softly. "He's a good... he's a good ninja."

Neji's jaw tightened.

"Excuse me," she murmured, moving towards her bathing chamber. "I need - I would like to wash up."

Neji watched her with his perfect Hyuuga eyes as she passed, face emotionless. He inhaled as she passed, and anger flashed in his face. She knew he was smelling Naruto on her, the heady, illict scent of fox and boy and intercourse all clinging to her skin.

She scampered the last few steps into her bathroom, quickly closing the door behind her.

She heard the faintest rustle of fabric in the other room and activated her Byakugan to see Neji taking the tie out of his hair, braiding it back.

The strangeness of that caused her to pause  as she pulled off her jacket. Realizing her rudeness, she dropped the ninjutsu. She was just starting on the tie to her pants when Neji pushed the door open.

She squeaked and crossed her arms over the thin camisole she was wearing, still holding her jacket.

Neji pinched the overcoat between two fingers like it was something distasteful and tugged it away, dropping it negligently on the floor.

He then grasped the edge of her top, pulled it upwards.

"Lift your arms," he ordered.

"I'm n-not sure this is a-appropriate," Hinata offered tentatively as she obeyed. Neji didn't respond. Hinata was breathing hard as Neji unclasped the end of her breast bindings and started unwinding. Hinata spun around, hair lifting faintly with her motion, and when she stopped, bare chested and breathing harder than the exertion warranted, Neji had the faintest smile on his face.

Hinata had always thought her breasts were ridiculous, overlarge, but before she could cross her arms around her chest, Neji cupped them. She held her breath, waiting for him to squeeze or dig his fingers in, but he merely stood there like he was measuring their weight in his palms. After a moment, he brushed his thumbs over her aureoles. Hinata gasped as a wash of heat flooded from his fingers to pool between her legs. She stared at him, wide-eyed. Watching her closely, Neji tugged ever so gently at one nipple, carefully watching her face.

She sucked in a breath and stepped forward without realizing it.

Neji dropped his hands and began to untie her pants. The brief touches of his fingers against her bare stomach made the muscles of her belly contract almost painfully.

"Sex is not combat," he lectured as the fabric of her trousers slipped over her hips and down her legs, puddling at her feet. Just the word 'sex' in Neji's perfectly, modulated voice made Hinata's mind stutter, and it took her a moment to figure out the meaning of his words.

He pushed her backwards, caught her wrists when she tripped over the rim of the bathtub, let her find her footing against the cool porcelain, before he turned on the spry. He kept it cool, just like she liked it. The water slid over her shoulders, and she let it pound on her head, pushing her long hair forward to veil her face as she activated her bloodline limit. Beyond the waterlogged strands of her hair, Neji was shrugging out of his clothes. She bit back an 'eep' sound and dropped the Byakugan as Neji stepped forward. He filled his hands with shampoo and then started massaging it into her hair and scalp. He slicked the soapy strands back, tilted her head up. Her face felt terribly exposed as the shower rinsed the suds away, especially with Neji rubbing her body clean, arms, shoulders, belly, breasts, thighs, his hands moving gentle and sure.

"Sex is not combat," he repeated, breathing the words into her ear, pressing close. She could feel his arousal pressing against her belly, and she set her feet, bracing herself.

"It is permissible to yield," he finished, backing her against the wall of the shower, making her lose the stability of her stance. Then he knelt down before her and further weakened her footing by draping her right leg over his shoulder.

"Neji-nissan," she breathed.

He pressed his face against the junction of her thighs, licked experimentally, and then tilted his head up. "Is there a problem, Hinata-sama?"

Hinata shook her head mutely.

"Ah," Neji replied smugly, and then his mouth was on her again, tongue moving in long, sure stokes that made her tremble. He continued his motions until Hinata could scare believe that she was still on her feet, and then his lips moved higher and found something that made her jerk and twist and shudder.

"No, oh, oh," she moaned, as her legs abandoned her utterly, and her voice sounded so wanton and foreign that she clapped a hand over her mouth.

Neji was lifting her up then, carrying her, water dripping off her body, to lay her down on the tiles, warm after the chill of her shower. Her head ended up cushioned in Neji's jacket, and she turned her head, inhaling the clean, familiar scent of the soap that the maids used for everyone's laundry, the slightly chemical smell of the conditioner he used on his hair.

She reached up to curled her fingers in the fabric as Neji settled himself between her thighs. He turned her face towards his, fingers smooth and barely callused against her jaw, and then he pushed himself inside her.

Hinata gasped, hips lifting and back arcing, blushing and trying to turn her head away. Neji's fingers tightened on her skin, holding her in place. He rocked his hips against hers, so deep and heavy inside her that she felt like she would burst, especially when he started moving, first slowly, and then faster and faster, until his braid slipped from his back to dangle beside her face, swaying like metronome as Hinata's body slipped her control to writhe and twist under Neji, selfishly wanting him to more faster, greedily wanting more and more, even as her body felt like it was going to break under his.

She couldn't tell if this was pleasure or pain; the two were so tangled around each other that all Hinata could comprehend was sensation, pressure building and building with Neji's rhythm until she shattered apart for the second time that night, nails digging into his shoulders as her hips surged upward, shamelessly driving him deeper inside of her. He had his hand over to mouth to keep her silent as she spasmed around him, all grace gone, and then he was shuddering as well, hunched over her, his last thrusts pressing her rear into the tile with bruising force.

Hinata listened to the thudding off her heart in her ears for a few endlessly long moments, and then Neji was pushing himself off her, turning on the taps, wiping himself clean.

She pushed herself up on limbs that felt kitten-weak, stumbled to the towel rack to find something to wrap around her nakedness.

Neji was apparently utterly unbothered by his nudity as he stood at the sink. She let her eyes linger for a moment on the muscles of his back, his long rope of deep brown hair. She licked her lips, nervously, and then stared, blushing, at her toes.

"I," Neji informed her imperiously, gathering up his clothes and shrugging them on matter-of-factly, "am not a waste of your time."

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