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So, I thought...Memorial Day Weekend. Most of us are off, and some of us even have no plans. Why the hell not?
Title: Sway
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: NC-17
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 , 13 , 14, 15
Chapter rating: R
Pairing: Naruto/Neji
Summary: There are all kinds of missions. But for shinobi, only one really matters.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. That honor belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
A/N: Remember, Sway will now be released once a week. That means chapter seventeen will not be out until June. (For those of you who missed the memo, you have my new job to thank for that.)
It would be another two weeks before Naruto had recovered enough to resume his disguise. In that time, they got to know their son - and each other - well.
Takashi wasn’t much of an active baby. Or at least, Neji thought so. He knew he was only still in his first month of life, and thereby really shouldn’t be expected to do much. However, he had heard that babies Takashi’s age tended to cry and fuss a lot. This was not the case, with his son. Takashi didn’t cry. Ever. He made vaguely disgruntled sounds whenever he wanted attention. Naruto seemed to think that Takashi’s lack of crying was yet another sign that he was on his way to being ‘100% Hyuuga’. He thought it was funny. Frankly, it only made Neji even more anxious about returning to Konoha.
Despite his lack of proper crying, Takashi was more or less, an average shinobi baby. The children of shinobi had long held the reputation of being slightly more adept than regular village children. They were instinctively more attentive, more aware of their environment, and even their play developed along a different path. Takashi showed every sign that he was a shinobi child, much to the discomfort of their mission. He was generally quiet, residing in a half awake state. When something would startle him, instead of waking with a cry, his eyes would snap open, and he’d twist about, as if searching for the source of the disturbance. Once he was satisfied, he would settle back into his half asleep state. Content with whatever little knowledge he’d gained.
Their son was easily frustrated. Seeming to grow more upset the longer one attempted to comfort him. The only one he would allow to coo over him was Naruto - not that Neji was prone to cooing. Even then, Takashi seemed - even so young - more to be tolerating the affection, than indulging in it. Naruto had also noticed this, and so had taken to playfully cooing at their son, just, he said, to get on his nerves. Neji had the distinct feeling, that his son was going to be teased incessantly. And so, in sympathy, assured his son, that he, at least, would do his best never to tease him. He was pretty sure it was a promise he would be able to keep.
Like any other baby, Takashi required feeding every two hours. Unlike other children, he attacked his meals with a voracious appetite. It could just be Neji’s imagination, but it seemed whenever he was eating, Takashi was more Uzumaki than Hyuuga. He made little satisfied noises, and would wiggle in a sort of delight. Little eyes blinking and roaming about, tiny hands grasping and unfurling, small legs kicking. He would smile sometimes, and Neji was happy to find, it was an Uzumaki smile. He guessed, that when Takashi was older, he might become the popular type. If his quiet nature was any indication, he would eventually become the ‘cool, elusive’ boy all the girls would crush on. The smile, Neji supposed would be his son’s ace. People would have to work for that smile, given Takashi’s nature. But, it would be worth it. This much, he already knew.
Though young, Takashi already seemed to have a fondness for play. He disliked having bright, shiny things shaken at him. Or anything that made some kind of noise. He instead, preferred soft, pliant toys. Of average color and shape. He was too young to actively engage in any type of play with them, however, Neji found if the toy was kept within range, Takashi would kick at it continuously. His kicks were strong, for so little a body, and Neji found himself having premature fantasies of training. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone. Naruto constantly talked about how he would start training their son, and how well he would do - always because he was Hyuuga. Naruto was of the opinion that he would be a great shinobi one day. Perhaps, even the next Hokage. Neji, though aware of the need to be realistic, inevitably found himself roped into Naruto’s fantasies as well. He could see it, to be honest. Though, in his fantasies, Takashi didn’t have to hide who he was. His clear, bright Hyuuga eyes on display for all the world to see.
Takashi would listen quietly - though Neji knew he wasn’t listening, so much as existing - as they spoke of his future. A true shinobi child. Luckily, or unluckily born to two of the strongest shinobi in Konoha.
Naruto was fond of carting Takashi around wherever he went. In fact, he seemed more comfortable holding him, than leaving him alone. Neji wasn’t quite sure why Naruto could only relax when he could devote all of his senses to their infant. Though, he had a suspicion it had to do with the secretive childhood the blonde had yet to divulge.
Takashi, for his part, didn’t seem to mind. He spent his time sleeping against his father’s strong shoulder, or staring out at the world with an ever strengthening pair of eyes. Neji liked to watch them together. The way Naruto would so effortlessly hoist their son with one hand and a firm hold. Naruto was unafraid of contact with the fragile creature, Takashi, implicitly trusting. He had Naruto’s courage. Unflinching and resolute. Neji often found himself smiling at the picture they made. Knowing they would be all right.
Then he would realize where his thoughts had gone. Unwilling to give them up so soon, he would cross over to them, step up behind his lover and draw them into his embrace. Naruto would hum happily, and lean back against him, his hold on Takashi easing. And Neji would lay his head against the blonde’s, and sometimes, stroke their son’s small back. It was moments like these, he would cherish. And it was moments like these that would torment him when he returned.
They spent their days together, warm and happily confined. Because Takashi was so young, and Naruto had not yet recovered, they didn’t venture outside. A constant genjutsu was placed about their home, and visitors were few and far between.
Naruto was impressed with Neji’s ability to keep the village from intruding upon their lives, for their ‘benefit’, without having to resort to threats. Neji would simply smile whenever he brought it up. Usually, he would be talking to Takashi, anyway. The brunette found the conversations both enlightening and attracting. He hadn’t thought it possible, but he could feel himself falling more and more in love with Naruto by the moment.
He had grown to depend upon Naruto’s existence to a level that was unhealthy for a shinobi. Though aware, that he would have to begin distancing himself soon - for all their sakes - he couldn’t find the will to do so. Knowing that once he started, he could not stop. For the rest of his life. It was not yet a sacrifice he was ready to make.
Their nights were spent all together in one bed. Takashi sleeping peacefully between them, and he and Naruto mostly looking at one another and their baby, with silent contentment, and an occasional rare form of awe. It still amazed them that they had managed to create this beautiful little being. That Takashi had been born from the growing love they shared.
Sometimes, they would both sadden at the same time, realizing simultaneously, that this happiness could not last. Sometimes it was only one, to be comforted by the other.
It was during one such night, that Naruto got up. Gently, he picked up Takashi, and smiled at his lover, to ease the panic growing in the brunette’s chest. He lay the baby aside, in the crib that had been procured for him - the crib he never used - leaning in to stroke him fondly. Neji watched, saddened by the sight, for it bound him to them so, and he would soon have to relinquish his right to such intimate moments. Naruto kissed the baby’s forehead, before returning to the bed.
Neji raised a questioning brow, as Naruto lifted the sheets and slid in, coming to rest against him. He wrapped his arms about him and kissed his chest, before whispering, “It’s going to be okay, Neji.”
Unaware that he needed comfort, Neji found the sudden rise in his chest constricting. It felt like his heart was breaking, like he was suffocating. He swallowed hard, and wrapped his arms about Naruto tightly, burying his face in soft blonde hair.
Naruto rubbed his back against the sudden hitch, and pressed tender, devotional kisses into his skin. Neji could only hold him, in a vice-like grip, and try to keep from sobbing. Warm hands smoothed over his back in a calming motion, fingers threading through his hair lovingly. After a while, in which he had allowed more tears freedom than he’d intended, Naruto drew back in his embrace to look up at him. His eyes held a silent promise, and he moaned softly, as Neji kissed him. Accepting the promise, willing it so.
It was the first kiss they’d shared since their child had been born, and it was no less passionate than any they’d previously engaged in. In fact, it seemed more so. Weeks, months, years of frustration pouring out. Neji felt his chest tighten in a new way, as Naruto’s mouth opened under his own. Naruto’s male mouth. As his entirely male body pressed so close.
The blonde gasped softly, as Neji grasped his body low and pulled him close, thrusting against him just because he could. Naruto’s arms moved up to wind about his neck, his hands losing themselves in miles of silky hair.
He tasted different. This, Neji noted somewhere distantly, was what he was supposed to taste like. Sharper, harder, more. Naruto arched in pleasure, as Neji’s eager mouth slid down against his throat. His own hands finding their way into short, sharp blonde spikes. Raking through the younger’s tight mane, with a desire he couldn’t quite put into words.
They slid down, over hard, sharp planes. Naruto’s shinobi trained muscles gliding with a quiet ferocity just below his skin. This was what he had been missing all along. The silent threat of his lover’s body. The physical evidence that the body below his was just as capable of killing him in this moment as loving him.
A need swelled his chest. A need to show this body just what it had been missing in hiding from him all this time. Naruto gasped, bucking slightly as Neji’s hand finally found the hardness it had so long been searching for. He panted, as that hand slowly slid along its length. Familiarizing itself with it’s angle, with it’s girth. Closing so exquisitely about it and squeezing.
“Nn-Neji…” he husked, arms about his neck tightening. Hands clutching his shoulder blades, as his hips shoved into the welcome grip. One leg wrapping about Neji’s, as he arched back, panting.
Neji took his time. In no hurry to lose this chance with his lover. Truly knowing now, that he loved him. No matter the form, no matter the history. He loved this wild, untamable personality. This carefree, loving person, who never saw the darkness in people, and erased all the fear and self-doubt. He deeply, passionately, irrevocably loved this selfless, courageous, honorable person. And he would continue to love him. Until the day he died.
Needing to express his feelings in a way the blonde could understand, he flipped him unto his back, feeling his own groan reverberate in his chest, as Naruto arched into him, and grasped him tightly. Strands of his hair caught between tanned hands and his own gripped pale flesh. He mouthed his way down his lover’s body, with a languid eagerness he hadn’t known he possessed. Naruto moaned and writhed beneath him, as if he were doing him as much harm as pleasure, clutching him tightly and refusing to let go.
He eased out of his lover’s hold, coming to the core of his need. Impossibly blue eyes gazed down at him, lustful and heavy lidded. His lover’s mouth was open slightly, as he panted in anticipation. Neji cupped him; leaning in slowly, and watching the emotions play across the expressive face.
Naruto’s head dropped back, with a heavy inhale at the first soft kiss. Neji followed it up with a series of drawn out, little kisses, that teased along his length. Loving the way Naruto’s body contorted beneath him. His tongue reached out, tracing the underside with an excruciatingly slow ascent. Hands fisted in his long hair, and Naruto’s body curved. He watched through heavy eyes, as Neji made his way to the head, twirling his tongue about it several times, in an unhurried circular motion. Following the natural shape, and tracing it around, until Naruto looked like he was in pain. Only then, did Neji trail once across the top, barely stopping to tease the sensitive slit, before closing his lips over it and thrusting his head down.
Naruto bit his own hand to keep the sharp sound in, so it wouldn’t wake the baby. Though the muffled whines of pleasure seemed only more capable of heating Neji’s blood. And though he had never done this before, Neji was finding that years worth of fantasy and research were paying off rather spectacularly.
He worked carefully, trying to recall everything he’d learned. And while he couldn’t quite take his lover as deeply as he’d like, he was finding it didn’t seem to matter all that much to the blonde. Who was all too lost in his own pleasure. Twisting in a last ditch attempt to keep from thrusting unrestrainedly into the hot, welcome mouth.
After a time, Neji drew back, trailing down the slick underside to move onto the tightening sack below. He delved his tongue into new angles, and rolled each sphere against his open mouth. Naruto clawed at the sheets and thrust up into air, catching some strands of Neji’s hair. The brunette simply moved on. Guiding his lover’s legs open, so he could part him, and press an open mouth kiss to the only true entrance to his body. Naruto made a strangled sound, as Neji worked the area with a confident tongue. Once more winding tight circles, though this time, they grew smaller, with each completed pass, until finally, he slipped the tip inside.
Only his quick shinobi reflexes saved him from a knee to the temple, as Naruto’s entire body seemed to lose all competent control. He thrust several times, eyes watering only slightly against the tight grip in his hair, before reaching up to stroke him in counterpoint. All it took was that single extra touch, and his lover was screaming into a pillow. Head turned, neck tight, as if attempting to suffocate himself.
His hair caught the brunt of his lover’s release. And only after, when Naruto was a heavy panting mess, did he pause to taste it. Naruto moaned deeply, at the sight of the brunette gingerly licking the expense off the curve of a long finger.
Neji moaned himself, eyes closing happily. This was the taste he’d been longing for. His eyes opened in surprise, as a body invaded his personal space, watching as Naruto blurred. A mouth coming down on his own, hands stroking his sides tenderly.
Naruto guided him back, and it was a strange feeling for a moment. As he was momentarily dominated. He found, he liked the feeling. It was natural. As if, unlike Naruto’s female form, the natural limitations of the body’s ability to control where distorted. There was no predisposition here. They were of equal physical scale. Dominance here was a willing thing. Something either won or gained.
Apparently though, Naruto recognized him as having already won that right, for he didn’t press with undue aggression. Just a quiet assertiveness, and a steady desire to appease. Neji found, he rather liked the unspoken arrangement.
They - for all intents and purposes - ‘made out’ rather heavily. Takashi waking - thankfully - just as Neji was coming into his lover’s hand. They held unto one another for several moments, relaxing back into reality. Naruto drew back softly, smiling gently and licking his hand clean. With a playful wink, he got up, and went to rescue their fretful baby.
Neji lay in bed, messy, naked and satisfied. Content for the moment, to pretend that the outside world didn’t exist. And that, for now, his entire world was limited to the confines of their room.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
They only talked about it once Naruto had returned to his disguise.
It had taken a few days to re-perfect the jutsu, as it seemed quite content with its pregnant illusion. Naruto stubbornly refused to have anything but a ‘perfect’ figure now that the baby was born, and Neji decided to not tell him that he was thinking very much like a woman.
Eventually, Naruto had gotten it just right, and happily invited all their neighbors to see him.
It was the most obtrusive two days of Neji’s life.
Afterward, when everyone was content with the security of the Hayashi family, and they had been left alone once more, they had had the time to realize their time was running out.
“How are you going to do it?” Neji asked one day.
Naruto hummed thoughtfully, and looked down at Takashi. “I’ve been thinking…something like this.” He did a few hand signs, before laying his palms to the baby’s chest. Takashi squirmed in discomfort for a moment, but made no sounds of distress. Neji thought perhaps it was not pain, but the unusual feel of another’s chakra within his body that bothered him so.
After a moment or two, Naruto opened his eyes and nodded to himself.
“Taka-chan!” he cooed. “Open your eyes. Otoosan needs to see if it worked.”
Takashi stubbornly refused. Face scrunched in upset, his head dropping to the side every time Naruto tried to get him to look at him.
“Taka-chan, be a good boy.”
But, the baby only made an upset sound and flailed little limbs. Naruto sighed and tried to distract him into looking at a stuffed bear instead. Takashi didn’t so much as blink.
Neji crossed over to them and lifted him up.
“Takashi,” he said.
The baby opened his eyes immediately. Neji almost dropped him. His eyes were a clear, bright Uzumaki blue.
“Sure,” grumbled Naruto in the background. “Use the Hyuuga voice.”
Neji was too busy staring at his progeny to reply. It was incredible. Naruto’s control over chakra was simply unmatchable.
He felt the blonde lean into his shoulder and watched him poke Takashi playfully in one plump little cheek.
“Taka-chan,” he said, with a suffering sigh. “If you’re only ever going to listen to Chichiwe, we’re going to have a lot more problems than we thought, when we go home.”
That brought Neji around.
“And this will keep?” he asked.
Naruto nodded, before leaning his temple against his lover’s. “Like a courier-nin.” He chuckled to himself and stroked their baby’s face. “He looks so different.”
“That’s what we’re counting on.”
“I know. I just…”
“I know,” he replied, drawing Takashi to his chest and reaching around to pull Naruto close. After two weeks of having him back to normal, he was still growing accustomed to the feel of a female from against him once more.
Naruto sighed, and lay his head to Neji’s shoulder. Long hair mixing with Neji’s behind the Hyuuga’s back.
“Neji?”
“Hmm?”
“Promise me something?”
“…What?”
He was silent for a moment, in which Neji took the time to swallow reflexively.
“Promise me…that we won’t let it be like this forever. We will change things.”
“It’ll take some time. But…I promise to do my part.”
Naruto nodded.
“We will change them,” he groused, into his lover’s skin. His arms tightened about his lover resolutely.
Neji stroked his back comfortingly.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Their remaining two weeks in the village were sheer torture.
They couldn’t enjoy them as they would have liked, because they were too busy preparing for the trip to return to Konoha. Over their year stay in the village, they had accumulated a rather sizeable amount of materialism.
They had to decide what to do with all of their property. Besides furniture and trinkets, they owned the house they lived in, as well as one of the fields. Despite being on a mission, they had gone against the normal shinobi rules which forbade them from getting too involved with the village in which they had been assigned. Naruto’s big heart, and his ability to make anything seem feasible had entangled them in a lot of politics and partnership. Somehow they had managed to become involved with a good deal of the village’s business dealings. And without their consent, had become the wealthiest family in the village.
The fact that they had yet to tell the village they were leaving was going to be problematic. There was no way the village would allow them to leave for anything short of a miracle. So, it was a miracle they had to rig.
A week before they were assigned to leave, a letter arrived at their home for all the village to see.
Their cover was the only thing that wasn’t problematic. Seiichi’s family had heard that Nanako had bore him an heir. And they were willing to reaccept them into the family. The villagers were happy their favorite couple were no longer disowned. However, they still put up a fight.
Should they really return to a family they had to appease in order to be accepted? Why return to that, when they were perfectly happy right here?
Neji had quietly thanked them but assured them they were going. Naruto had said nothing. Neji wished they’d stop trying to tempt them.
Because they didn’t agree with the Hayashi family moving back to where they had come from, to family who couldn’t accept them, they refused to allow Naruto and Neji to conclude their business there. So it was, that as they left, the entire village seeing them out, the Hayashi family was still the wealthiest in the village. And as long as they didn’t do anything to the contrary, would always be.
They traveled as a married couple with their infant son as far as Fire country. As soon as they had passed the border, Naruto had dropped his jutsu and supplied Takashi with his own. He settled the now three month old in a sling against his chest for easy mobility, and safety.
They traveled the rest of the way as a pair of shinobi. Racing through trees and keeping their senses open in readiness. It was almost strange, the sudden need to be on constant guard, after the year they had spent with only the occasional disturbance.
Perhaps, Neji thought, as the explosion occurred a scant moment after they had dodged, they were a little rusty.
Title: Sway
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: NC-17
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 , 13 , 14, 15
Chapter rating: R
Pairing: Naruto/Neji
Summary: There are all kinds of missions. But for shinobi, only one really matters.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. That honor belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
A/N: Remember, Sway will now be released once a week. That means chapter seventeen will not be out until June. (For those of you who missed the memo, you have my new job to thank for that.)
It would be another two weeks before Naruto had recovered enough to resume his disguise. In that time, they got to know their son - and each other - well.
Takashi wasn’t much of an active baby. Or at least, Neji thought so. He knew he was only still in his first month of life, and thereby really shouldn’t be expected to do much. However, he had heard that babies Takashi’s age tended to cry and fuss a lot. This was not the case, with his son. Takashi didn’t cry. Ever. He made vaguely disgruntled sounds whenever he wanted attention. Naruto seemed to think that Takashi’s lack of crying was yet another sign that he was on his way to being ‘100% Hyuuga’. He thought it was funny. Frankly, it only made Neji even more anxious about returning to Konoha.
Despite his lack of proper crying, Takashi was more or less, an average shinobi baby. The children of shinobi had long held the reputation of being slightly more adept than regular village children. They were instinctively more attentive, more aware of their environment, and even their play developed along a different path. Takashi showed every sign that he was a shinobi child, much to the discomfort of their mission. He was generally quiet, residing in a half awake state. When something would startle him, instead of waking with a cry, his eyes would snap open, and he’d twist about, as if searching for the source of the disturbance. Once he was satisfied, he would settle back into his half asleep state. Content with whatever little knowledge he’d gained.
Their son was easily frustrated. Seeming to grow more upset the longer one attempted to comfort him. The only one he would allow to coo over him was Naruto - not that Neji was prone to cooing. Even then, Takashi seemed - even so young - more to be tolerating the affection, than indulging in it. Naruto had also noticed this, and so had taken to playfully cooing at their son, just, he said, to get on his nerves. Neji had the distinct feeling, that his son was going to be teased incessantly. And so, in sympathy, assured his son, that he, at least, would do his best never to tease him. He was pretty sure it was a promise he would be able to keep.
Like any other baby, Takashi required feeding every two hours. Unlike other children, he attacked his meals with a voracious appetite. It could just be Neji’s imagination, but it seemed whenever he was eating, Takashi was more Uzumaki than Hyuuga. He made little satisfied noises, and would wiggle in a sort of delight. Little eyes blinking and roaming about, tiny hands grasping and unfurling, small legs kicking. He would smile sometimes, and Neji was happy to find, it was an Uzumaki smile. He guessed, that when Takashi was older, he might become the popular type. If his quiet nature was any indication, he would eventually become the ‘cool, elusive’ boy all the girls would crush on. The smile, Neji supposed would be his son’s ace. People would have to work for that smile, given Takashi’s nature. But, it would be worth it. This much, he already knew.
Though young, Takashi already seemed to have a fondness for play. He disliked having bright, shiny things shaken at him. Or anything that made some kind of noise. He instead, preferred soft, pliant toys. Of average color and shape. He was too young to actively engage in any type of play with them, however, Neji found if the toy was kept within range, Takashi would kick at it continuously. His kicks were strong, for so little a body, and Neji found himself having premature fantasies of training. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone. Naruto constantly talked about how he would start training their son, and how well he would do - always because he was Hyuuga. Naruto was of the opinion that he would be a great shinobi one day. Perhaps, even the next Hokage. Neji, though aware of the need to be realistic, inevitably found himself roped into Naruto’s fantasies as well. He could see it, to be honest. Though, in his fantasies, Takashi didn’t have to hide who he was. His clear, bright Hyuuga eyes on display for all the world to see.
Takashi would listen quietly - though Neji knew he wasn’t listening, so much as existing - as they spoke of his future. A true shinobi child. Luckily, or unluckily born to two of the strongest shinobi in Konoha.
Naruto was fond of carting Takashi around wherever he went. In fact, he seemed more comfortable holding him, than leaving him alone. Neji wasn’t quite sure why Naruto could only relax when he could devote all of his senses to their infant. Though, he had a suspicion it had to do with the secretive childhood the blonde had yet to divulge.
Takashi, for his part, didn’t seem to mind. He spent his time sleeping against his father’s strong shoulder, or staring out at the world with an ever strengthening pair of eyes. Neji liked to watch them together. The way Naruto would so effortlessly hoist their son with one hand and a firm hold. Naruto was unafraid of contact with the fragile creature, Takashi, implicitly trusting. He had Naruto’s courage. Unflinching and resolute. Neji often found himself smiling at the picture they made. Knowing they would be all right.
Then he would realize where his thoughts had gone. Unwilling to give them up so soon, he would cross over to them, step up behind his lover and draw them into his embrace. Naruto would hum happily, and lean back against him, his hold on Takashi easing. And Neji would lay his head against the blonde’s, and sometimes, stroke their son’s small back. It was moments like these, he would cherish. And it was moments like these that would torment him when he returned.
They spent their days together, warm and happily confined. Because Takashi was so young, and Naruto had not yet recovered, they didn’t venture outside. A constant genjutsu was placed about their home, and visitors were few and far between.
Naruto was impressed with Neji’s ability to keep the village from intruding upon their lives, for their ‘benefit’, without having to resort to threats. Neji would simply smile whenever he brought it up. Usually, he would be talking to Takashi, anyway. The brunette found the conversations both enlightening and attracting. He hadn’t thought it possible, but he could feel himself falling more and more in love with Naruto by the moment.
He had grown to depend upon Naruto’s existence to a level that was unhealthy for a shinobi. Though aware, that he would have to begin distancing himself soon - for all their sakes - he couldn’t find the will to do so. Knowing that once he started, he could not stop. For the rest of his life. It was not yet a sacrifice he was ready to make.
Their nights were spent all together in one bed. Takashi sleeping peacefully between them, and he and Naruto mostly looking at one another and their baby, with silent contentment, and an occasional rare form of awe. It still amazed them that they had managed to create this beautiful little being. That Takashi had been born from the growing love they shared.
Sometimes, they would both sadden at the same time, realizing simultaneously, that this happiness could not last. Sometimes it was only one, to be comforted by the other.
It was during one such night, that Naruto got up. Gently, he picked up Takashi, and smiled at his lover, to ease the panic growing in the brunette’s chest. He lay the baby aside, in the crib that had been procured for him - the crib he never used - leaning in to stroke him fondly. Neji watched, saddened by the sight, for it bound him to them so, and he would soon have to relinquish his right to such intimate moments. Naruto kissed the baby’s forehead, before returning to the bed.
Neji raised a questioning brow, as Naruto lifted the sheets and slid in, coming to rest against him. He wrapped his arms about him and kissed his chest, before whispering, “It’s going to be okay, Neji.”
Unaware that he needed comfort, Neji found the sudden rise in his chest constricting. It felt like his heart was breaking, like he was suffocating. He swallowed hard, and wrapped his arms about Naruto tightly, burying his face in soft blonde hair.
Naruto rubbed his back against the sudden hitch, and pressed tender, devotional kisses into his skin. Neji could only hold him, in a vice-like grip, and try to keep from sobbing. Warm hands smoothed over his back in a calming motion, fingers threading through his hair lovingly. After a while, in which he had allowed more tears freedom than he’d intended, Naruto drew back in his embrace to look up at him. His eyes held a silent promise, and he moaned softly, as Neji kissed him. Accepting the promise, willing it so.
It was the first kiss they’d shared since their child had been born, and it was no less passionate than any they’d previously engaged in. In fact, it seemed more so. Weeks, months, years of frustration pouring out. Neji felt his chest tighten in a new way, as Naruto’s mouth opened under his own. Naruto’s male mouth. As his entirely male body pressed so close.
The blonde gasped softly, as Neji grasped his body low and pulled him close, thrusting against him just because he could. Naruto’s arms moved up to wind about his neck, his hands losing themselves in miles of silky hair.
He tasted different. This, Neji noted somewhere distantly, was what he was supposed to taste like. Sharper, harder, more. Naruto arched in pleasure, as Neji’s eager mouth slid down against his throat. His own hands finding their way into short, sharp blonde spikes. Raking through the younger’s tight mane, with a desire he couldn’t quite put into words.
They slid down, over hard, sharp planes. Naruto’s shinobi trained muscles gliding with a quiet ferocity just below his skin. This was what he had been missing all along. The silent threat of his lover’s body. The physical evidence that the body below his was just as capable of killing him in this moment as loving him.
A need swelled his chest. A need to show this body just what it had been missing in hiding from him all this time. Naruto gasped, bucking slightly as Neji’s hand finally found the hardness it had so long been searching for. He panted, as that hand slowly slid along its length. Familiarizing itself with it’s angle, with it’s girth. Closing so exquisitely about it and squeezing.
“Nn-Neji…” he husked, arms about his neck tightening. Hands clutching his shoulder blades, as his hips shoved into the welcome grip. One leg wrapping about Neji’s, as he arched back, panting.
Neji took his time. In no hurry to lose this chance with his lover. Truly knowing now, that he loved him. No matter the form, no matter the history. He loved this wild, untamable personality. This carefree, loving person, who never saw the darkness in people, and erased all the fear and self-doubt. He deeply, passionately, irrevocably loved this selfless, courageous, honorable person. And he would continue to love him. Until the day he died.
Needing to express his feelings in a way the blonde could understand, he flipped him unto his back, feeling his own groan reverberate in his chest, as Naruto arched into him, and grasped him tightly. Strands of his hair caught between tanned hands and his own gripped pale flesh. He mouthed his way down his lover’s body, with a languid eagerness he hadn’t known he possessed. Naruto moaned and writhed beneath him, as if he were doing him as much harm as pleasure, clutching him tightly and refusing to let go.
He eased out of his lover’s hold, coming to the core of his need. Impossibly blue eyes gazed down at him, lustful and heavy lidded. His lover’s mouth was open slightly, as he panted in anticipation. Neji cupped him; leaning in slowly, and watching the emotions play across the expressive face.
Naruto’s head dropped back, with a heavy inhale at the first soft kiss. Neji followed it up with a series of drawn out, little kisses, that teased along his length. Loving the way Naruto’s body contorted beneath him. His tongue reached out, tracing the underside with an excruciatingly slow ascent. Hands fisted in his long hair, and Naruto’s body curved. He watched through heavy eyes, as Neji made his way to the head, twirling his tongue about it several times, in an unhurried circular motion. Following the natural shape, and tracing it around, until Naruto looked like he was in pain. Only then, did Neji trail once across the top, barely stopping to tease the sensitive slit, before closing his lips over it and thrusting his head down.
Naruto bit his own hand to keep the sharp sound in, so it wouldn’t wake the baby. Though the muffled whines of pleasure seemed only more capable of heating Neji’s blood. And though he had never done this before, Neji was finding that years worth of fantasy and research were paying off rather spectacularly.
He worked carefully, trying to recall everything he’d learned. And while he couldn’t quite take his lover as deeply as he’d like, he was finding it didn’t seem to matter all that much to the blonde. Who was all too lost in his own pleasure. Twisting in a last ditch attempt to keep from thrusting unrestrainedly into the hot, welcome mouth.
After a time, Neji drew back, trailing down the slick underside to move onto the tightening sack below. He delved his tongue into new angles, and rolled each sphere against his open mouth. Naruto clawed at the sheets and thrust up into air, catching some strands of Neji’s hair. The brunette simply moved on. Guiding his lover’s legs open, so he could part him, and press an open mouth kiss to the only true entrance to his body. Naruto made a strangled sound, as Neji worked the area with a confident tongue. Once more winding tight circles, though this time, they grew smaller, with each completed pass, until finally, he slipped the tip inside.
Only his quick shinobi reflexes saved him from a knee to the temple, as Naruto’s entire body seemed to lose all competent control. He thrust several times, eyes watering only slightly against the tight grip in his hair, before reaching up to stroke him in counterpoint. All it took was that single extra touch, and his lover was screaming into a pillow. Head turned, neck tight, as if attempting to suffocate himself.
His hair caught the brunt of his lover’s release. And only after, when Naruto was a heavy panting mess, did he pause to taste it. Naruto moaned deeply, at the sight of the brunette gingerly licking the expense off the curve of a long finger.
Neji moaned himself, eyes closing happily. This was the taste he’d been longing for. His eyes opened in surprise, as a body invaded his personal space, watching as Naruto blurred. A mouth coming down on his own, hands stroking his sides tenderly.
Naruto guided him back, and it was a strange feeling for a moment. As he was momentarily dominated. He found, he liked the feeling. It was natural. As if, unlike Naruto’s female form, the natural limitations of the body’s ability to control where distorted. There was no predisposition here. They were of equal physical scale. Dominance here was a willing thing. Something either won or gained.
Apparently though, Naruto recognized him as having already won that right, for he didn’t press with undue aggression. Just a quiet assertiveness, and a steady desire to appease. Neji found, he rather liked the unspoken arrangement.
They - for all intents and purposes - ‘made out’ rather heavily. Takashi waking - thankfully - just as Neji was coming into his lover’s hand. They held unto one another for several moments, relaxing back into reality. Naruto drew back softly, smiling gently and licking his hand clean. With a playful wink, he got up, and went to rescue their fretful baby.
Neji lay in bed, messy, naked and satisfied. Content for the moment, to pretend that the outside world didn’t exist. And that, for now, his entire world was limited to the confines of their room.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
They only talked about it once Naruto had returned to his disguise.
It had taken a few days to re-perfect the jutsu, as it seemed quite content with its pregnant illusion. Naruto stubbornly refused to have anything but a ‘perfect’ figure now that the baby was born, and Neji decided to not tell him that he was thinking very much like a woman.
Eventually, Naruto had gotten it just right, and happily invited all their neighbors to see him.
It was the most obtrusive two days of Neji’s life.
Afterward, when everyone was content with the security of the Hayashi family, and they had been left alone once more, they had had the time to realize their time was running out.
“How are you going to do it?” Neji asked one day.
Naruto hummed thoughtfully, and looked down at Takashi. “I’ve been thinking…something like this.” He did a few hand signs, before laying his palms to the baby’s chest. Takashi squirmed in discomfort for a moment, but made no sounds of distress. Neji thought perhaps it was not pain, but the unusual feel of another’s chakra within his body that bothered him so.
After a moment or two, Naruto opened his eyes and nodded to himself.
“Taka-chan!” he cooed. “Open your eyes. Otoosan needs to see if it worked.”
Takashi stubbornly refused. Face scrunched in upset, his head dropping to the side every time Naruto tried to get him to look at him.
“Taka-chan, be a good boy.”
But, the baby only made an upset sound and flailed little limbs. Naruto sighed and tried to distract him into looking at a stuffed bear instead. Takashi didn’t so much as blink.
Neji crossed over to them and lifted him up.
“Takashi,” he said.
The baby opened his eyes immediately. Neji almost dropped him. His eyes were a clear, bright Uzumaki blue.
“Sure,” grumbled Naruto in the background. “Use the Hyuuga voice.”
Neji was too busy staring at his progeny to reply. It was incredible. Naruto’s control over chakra was simply unmatchable.
He felt the blonde lean into his shoulder and watched him poke Takashi playfully in one plump little cheek.
“Taka-chan,” he said, with a suffering sigh. “If you’re only ever going to listen to Chichiwe, we’re going to have a lot more problems than we thought, when we go home.”
That brought Neji around.
“And this will keep?” he asked.
Naruto nodded, before leaning his temple against his lover’s. “Like a courier-nin.” He chuckled to himself and stroked their baby’s face. “He looks so different.”
“That’s what we’re counting on.”
“I know. I just…”
“I know,” he replied, drawing Takashi to his chest and reaching around to pull Naruto close. After two weeks of having him back to normal, he was still growing accustomed to the feel of a female from against him once more.
Naruto sighed, and lay his head to Neji’s shoulder. Long hair mixing with Neji’s behind the Hyuuga’s back.
“Neji?”
“Hmm?”
“Promise me something?”
“…What?”
He was silent for a moment, in which Neji took the time to swallow reflexively.
“Promise me…that we won’t let it be like this forever. We will change things.”
“It’ll take some time. But…I promise to do my part.”
Naruto nodded.
“We will change them,” he groused, into his lover’s skin. His arms tightened about his lover resolutely.
Neji stroked his back comfortingly.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Their remaining two weeks in the village were sheer torture.
They couldn’t enjoy them as they would have liked, because they were too busy preparing for the trip to return to Konoha. Over their year stay in the village, they had accumulated a rather sizeable amount of materialism.
They had to decide what to do with all of their property. Besides furniture and trinkets, they owned the house they lived in, as well as one of the fields. Despite being on a mission, they had gone against the normal shinobi rules which forbade them from getting too involved with the village in which they had been assigned. Naruto’s big heart, and his ability to make anything seem feasible had entangled them in a lot of politics and partnership. Somehow they had managed to become involved with a good deal of the village’s business dealings. And without their consent, had become the wealthiest family in the village.
The fact that they had yet to tell the village they were leaving was going to be problematic. There was no way the village would allow them to leave for anything short of a miracle. So, it was a miracle they had to rig.
A week before they were assigned to leave, a letter arrived at their home for all the village to see.
Their cover was the only thing that wasn’t problematic. Seiichi’s family had heard that Nanako had bore him an heir. And they were willing to reaccept them into the family. The villagers were happy their favorite couple were no longer disowned. However, they still put up a fight.
Should they really return to a family they had to appease in order to be accepted? Why return to that, when they were perfectly happy right here?
Neji had quietly thanked them but assured them they were going. Naruto had said nothing. Neji wished they’d stop trying to tempt them.
Because they didn’t agree with the Hayashi family moving back to where they had come from, to family who couldn’t accept them, they refused to allow Naruto and Neji to conclude their business there. So it was, that as they left, the entire village seeing them out, the Hayashi family was still the wealthiest in the village. And as long as they didn’t do anything to the contrary, would always be.
They traveled as a married couple with their infant son as far as Fire country. As soon as they had passed the border, Naruto had dropped his jutsu and supplied Takashi with his own. He settled the now three month old in a sling against his chest for easy mobility, and safety.
They traveled the rest of the way as a pair of shinobi. Racing through trees and keeping their senses open in readiness. It was almost strange, the sudden need to be on constant guard, after the year they had spent with only the occasional disturbance.
Perhaps, Neji thought, as the explosion occurred a scant moment after they had dodged, they were a little rusty.