NejiTen "Blackbird" NC-17
So, I was seconds away from dedicating this to alena_s_anigor for making me a gorgeous KuroFai wallpaper, when I suddenly realized I wasn't sure if she actually reads this sort of fic. Now I sort of feel like a failure, but it's the thought that counts, right? ♥ Please note the rating on this one. It might be a little on the high side, considering there's no actual sex, but it gets pretty close. There are a lot of things I wanted to portray in this story and I'm pretty sure I probably missed the mark on all of them, but I had to try.
Title: Blackbird
Series: Naruto
Pairings/Characters: NejiTen, Lee, OC
Word Count: 1,431
Rated: NC-17
Summary: It's a word for when you're done, when it's over. Say it and you'll be safe.
BLACKBIRD
Tenten held her arm out for him gracefully, her fingers beckoning as she let a smile curve her lips. Inwardly, she felt as awkward as she always did in these types of situations; outwardly, she made sure she was laid out like one of those woodblock prints in the market. And of course he came to her, drawn irresistibly to the loose - and so thin it was practically transparent - yukata she was wearing, the wide collar half fallen to bare one smooth shoulder. Her hair was down and rippled over the mussed sheets in waves, tangling perfectly around his fingers as he lowered himself over her with a look of exhilaration.
The poor boy. Tenten almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
She turned her head slightly so that her lips brushed his ear, pitched her voice to that delicate timbre she knew would make him shiver. “Kisuke, I’ve waited so long. I thought we’d never be alone.”
“Me neither.” He dipped his head to kiss her, a bit sloppy in his enthusiasm, and she tried to ignore the bitter taste of sake. “I wasn’t sure my father would ever leave.” His mouth moved down her neck while one of his hands fumbled inside her yukata, parting the material she’d already untied earlier. She tilted her head back, exposing the column of her throat as he squeezed her right breast, apparently not at all surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra, only underwear. She made a small, pleasurable sound in her throat and lifted a leg over the back of his knee, almost hooking them together. Kisuke’s mouth kept its southward drift to settle on her other breast, his tongue lavishing the nipple.
Tenten swallowed against the disgust that rose in the back of her throat and curled one hand into his hair, holding his head in place while she moaned breathlessly.
“Kisuke,” she whispered, and in the small silence following her voice, a floorboard creaked somewhere out in the living room. Kisuke’s head came up.
“Did you hear…?”
She stopped that train of thought by reaching down and cupping him through his pants. He gave a mangled groan as her fingers worked and he focused on her again, giving her another haphazard kiss. She could feel him start to harden underneath her palm and she mentally counted the minutes in her mind, wondering which route would gain her the most time. Kisuke was young and sheltered but he seemed to have some idea of what he was doing, and he wanted this. In his position, especially under his father’s watchful eye, having a lusty tryst with a servant was an adventure, a challenge. He would not want to be caught, though, not and risk his inheritance. He would be careful and so she must be also.
“Kisuke,” she murmured, and arched up, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, her hand still between his legs. He groaned into her shoulder, his mouth sucking a bruise into the skin there. “I want to please you.”
“You do please me,” he answered throatily and kissed her again, breaking off with a dark cry when her hand moved over him again.
“Really?” she asked, with just the right amount of feminine delight. He nodded, breathing heavily.
“Oh yes.” His eyes caught hers, full of sex and desire. “I want you more than anyone else.”
She smiled and brought both arms up around his neck to kiss him passionately, moaning softly as his hands found her breasts again. She hid a wince as his fingers groped more harshly than before and kept herself still when she felt his arm snaked downwards towards her underwear. One of her internal timers rang out in her mind.
She tore her lips away from his and, with a devilish smile, rolled him over until she was straddling his lap, just above the bulge in his pants. He blinked at her in surprise but seemed to like the view for he relaxed into the sheets and allowed her to lean over him, tracing long, wet kisses over his chest and stomach, tickling his skin with her hair. She managed to keep him there for only a few minutes though before he got bored and caught her wrists with his hands, flipping them over once more to press her arms into the pillows above her head.
He grinned at her and she started to smile back when he spoke.
“Roll over.”
She could feel her expression freeze and could do nothing about it. “What?”
He kissed her briefly. “Roll over.” He didn’t wait for her, but pushed her shoulder over until the side of her face was pressed against the sheets. He released her hands though and she felt a momentary well of relief until one of his arms looped underneath her belly, pulling up and back slightly. Her fingers gripped the coverlet as he pressed his trapped erection against her rear, rubbing himself against her slowly.
“My father says women like to be taken,” Kisuke told her, pushing her yukata up to nuzzle her back. “I saw him with a servant girl once, just like this.” His teeth nipped at the ripples of her spine. “I always wanted to try it.”
He reached beneath her and cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple. She set her teeth against the small cry of pain that escaped her and reached over the side of the bed, searching blindly for the ringed end of the kunai she’d hid between the mattresses. She didn’t try and escape, however. Not even when he jerked at the ties on his pants, hurriedly trying to free himself.
Her first finger grazed the metal ring of the kunai, hooked over it.
“I want to have you, Katia,” Kisuke breathed, “I want you… I want to hear you scr-.”
Her second mental alarm went off.
“Blackbird,” she whispered.
The rice paper door to Kisuke’s bedroom burst into shattered wood and crinkled paper. In seconds Kisuke was on his back on the floor, a deceptively empty palm over his heart.
“Shinato Kisuke,” Neji said coldly.
“Y..Yes, who the hell are y-?”
Neji pressed downwards and, though Tenten knew there was no chakra involved, Kisuke’s eyes widened. “Your presence is demanded by Lord Watanabe for the abduction and torture of Chibiya Hiyo, a servant in your household.”
“M..my household? It’s my father who-“
Neji didn’t care to let him finish. He hauled Kisuke to his feet and pushed the stark naked boy towards Lee, who had always entered the room, a set frown on his expressive face. “Take him, Lee. The daimyo is waiting.”
Tenten pulled her yukata together and slid her legs off the bed to sit on the edge, bare feet against the hardwood floors. She breathed deeply, settling back into herself. She hated these missions, the ones where being a woman and being a ninja somehow melted together. She understood it was the way of things, of course, but still…
“Tenten.”
Neji was standing before her, grey eyes too knowing. It took a lot of effort to meet his gaze.
“Did you find the girl?”
He nodded slowly. “We found a hidden room beneath Kisuke’s father’s bedroom. She’s not in good shape but she’s alive. She said Lord Shinato forced her down there four days ago. She’d been there ever since.”
Tenten closed her eyes briefly. “Four days.”
Neji was silent a moment. “You let it go too far.”
“No, I let it go just far enough,” she replied. “If I’d hurt him, he might have been less willing to witness against his father.” She tried a smile for him. “Besides, I knew you would come if I called.”
They looked at each other, reading things unsaid, and Neji lifted a hand to touch his fingertips to her cheek.
“Yes,” he murmured.
“A code word. A word for when things get out of hand.”
Tenten frowned. “Things are not going to get out of hand. You and Lee will be there.”
“Promise me. If something goes wrong, you’ll say it.” Neji was watching her too intently. Tenten sighed and gave in, like always.
“What should I say?”
Neji paused. “Blackbird.”
“Why?” she asked, curiously.
His expression eased. “For the bird that hides in my blind spot, the one I can’t count without you.”
END.
Title: Blackbird
Series: Naruto
Pairings/Characters: NejiTen, Lee, OC
Word Count: 1,431
Rated: NC-17
Summary: It's a word for when you're done, when it's over. Say it and you'll be safe.
BLACKBIRD
Tenten held her arm out for him gracefully, her fingers beckoning as she let a smile curve her lips. Inwardly, she felt as awkward as she always did in these types of situations; outwardly, she made sure she was laid out like one of those woodblock prints in the market. And of course he came to her, drawn irresistibly to the loose - and so thin it was practically transparent - yukata she was wearing, the wide collar half fallen to bare one smooth shoulder. Her hair was down and rippled over the mussed sheets in waves, tangling perfectly around his fingers as he lowered himself over her with a look of exhilaration.
The poor boy. Tenten almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
She turned her head slightly so that her lips brushed his ear, pitched her voice to that delicate timbre she knew would make him shiver. “Kisuke, I’ve waited so long. I thought we’d never be alone.”
“Me neither.” He dipped his head to kiss her, a bit sloppy in his enthusiasm, and she tried to ignore the bitter taste of sake. “I wasn’t sure my father would ever leave.” His mouth moved down her neck while one of his hands fumbled inside her yukata, parting the material she’d already untied earlier. She tilted her head back, exposing the column of her throat as he squeezed her right breast, apparently not at all surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra, only underwear. She made a small, pleasurable sound in her throat and lifted a leg over the back of his knee, almost hooking them together. Kisuke’s mouth kept its southward drift to settle on her other breast, his tongue lavishing the nipple.
Tenten swallowed against the disgust that rose in the back of her throat and curled one hand into his hair, holding his head in place while she moaned breathlessly.
“Kisuke,” she whispered, and in the small silence following her voice, a floorboard creaked somewhere out in the living room. Kisuke’s head came up.
“Did you hear…?”
She stopped that train of thought by reaching down and cupping him through his pants. He gave a mangled groan as her fingers worked and he focused on her again, giving her another haphazard kiss. She could feel him start to harden underneath her palm and she mentally counted the minutes in her mind, wondering which route would gain her the most time. Kisuke was young and sheltered but he seemed to have some idea of what he was doing, and he wanted this. In his position, especially under his father’s watchful eye, having a lusty tryst with a servant was an adventure, a challenge. He would not want to be caught, though, not and risk his inheritance. He would be careful and so she must be also.
“Kisuke,” she murmured, and arched up, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, her hand still between his legs. He groaned into her shoulder, his mouth sucking a bruise into the skin there. “I want to please you.”
“You do please me,” he answered throatily and kissed her again, breaking off with a dark cry when her hand moved over him again.
“Really?” she asked, with just the right amount of feminine delight. He nodded, breathing heavily.
“Oh yes.” His eyes caught hers, full of sex and desire. “I want you more than anyone else.”
She smiled and brought both arms up around his neck to kiss him passionately, moaning softly as his hands found her breasts again. She hid a wince as his fingers groped more harshly than before and kept herself still when she felt his arm snaked downwards towards her underwear. One of her internal timers rang out in her mind.
She tore her lips away from his and, with a devilish smile, rolled him over until she was straddling his lap, just above the bulge in his pants. He blinked at her in surprise but seemed to like the view for he relaxed into the sheets and allowed her to lean over him, tracing long, wet kisses over his chest and stomach, tickling his skin with her hair. She managed to keep him there for only a few minutes though before he got bored and caught her wrists with his hands, flipping them over once more to press her arms into the pillows above her head.
He grinned at her and she started to smile back when he spoke.
“Roll over.”
She could feel her expression freeze and could do nothing about it. “What?”
He kissed her briefly. “Roll over.” He didn’t wait for her, but pushed her shoulder over until the side of her face was pressed against the sheets. He released her hands though and she felt a momentary well of relief until one of his arms looped underneath her belly, pulling up and back slightly. Her fingers gripped the coverlet as he pressed his trapped erection against her rear, rubbing himself against her slowly.
“My father says women like to be taken,” Kisuke told her, pushing her yukata up to nuzzle her back. “I saw him with a servant girl once, just like this.” His teeth nipped at the ripples of her spine. “I always wanted to try it.”
He reached beneath her and cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple. She set her teeth against the small cry of pain that escaped her and reached over the side of the bed, searching blindly for the ringed end of the kunai she’d hid between the mattresses. She didn’t try and escape, however. Not even when he jerked at the ties on his pants, hurriedly trying to free himself.
Her first finger grazed the metal ring of the kunai, hooked over it.
“I want to have you, Katia,” Kisuke breathed, “I want you… I want to hear you scr-.”
Her second mental alarm went off.
“Blackbird,” she whispered.
The rice paper door to Kisuke’s bedroom burst into shattered wood and crinkled paper. In seconds Kisuke was on his back on the floor, a deceptively empty palm over his heart.
“Shinato Kisuke,” Neji said coldly.
“Y..Yes, who the hell are y-?”
Neji pressed downwards and, though Tenten knew there was no chakra involved, Kisuke’s eyes widened. “Your presence is demanded by Lord Watanabe for the abduction and torture of Chibiya Hiyo, a servant in your household.”
“M..my household? It’s my father who-“
Neji didn’t care to let him finish. He hauled Kisuke to his feet and pushed the stark naked boy towards Lee, who had always entered the room, a set frown on his expressive face. “Take him, Lee. The daimyo is waiting.”
Tenten pulled her yukata together and slid her legs off the bed to sit on the edge, bare feet against the hardwood floors. She breathed deeply, settling back into herself. She hated these missions, the ones where being a woman and being a ninja somehow melted together. She understood it was the way of things, of course, but still…
“Tenten.”
Neji was standing before her, grey eyes too knowing. It took a lot of effort to meet his gaze.
“Did you find the girl?”
He nodded slowly. “We found a hidden room beneath Kisuke’s father’s bedroom. She’s not in good shape but she’s alive. She said Lord Shinato forced her down there four days ago. She’d been there ever since.”
Tenten closed her eyes briefly. “Four days.”
Neji was silent a moment. “You let it go too far.”
“No, I let it go just far enough,” she replied. “If I’d hurt him, he might have been less willing to witness against his father.” She tried a smile for him. “Besides, I knew you would come if I called.”
They looked at each other, reading things unsaid, and Neji lifted a hand to touch his fingertips to her cheek.
“Yes,” he murmured.
“A code word. A word for when things get out of hand.”
Tenten frowned. “Things are not going to get out of hand. You and Lee will be there.”
“Promise me. If something goes wrong, you’ll say it.” Neji was watching her too intently. Tenten sighed and gave in, like always.
“What should I say?”
Neji paused. “Blackbird.”
“Why?” she asked, curiously.
His expression eased. “For the bird that hides in my blind spot, the one I can’t count without you.”
END.