EXTENDED VERSION OF CHAPTER SIX!
My Dwindling Sanity
Rating: M
Pairings: ItaNeji, AkatsukiLeaderNeji, some Uchihacest if you look real hard
Warnings: Swearing. OOCness. Yaoi (slash, boyboy romance). Spoilers for anyone who doesn’t know about Oro-chan, the whole Hyuuga Main/Branch House crap, and the Akatsuki. Sexual content. Minor spoilers for anyone who doesn’t know about the Sound Four. (AKA the “Stuff-Sasuke-in-a-bucket-and-hope-he-goes-ebil”). And probably character bashing, though I try not to go TOO far. AND NOW IT’S A CROSSOVER and HAS SEX!
Genre: Humor, Romance
Word Count: 1,830
Disclaimer: I do not pwn Naruto. Naruto pwns my soul.
A/N: Written at Asterixa's insistence. I actually rather like it. First time writing le smex, though. If you've already read Chapter six, then just scroll down to where it says PART TWO. Note: there is no time change or any of that happy horse shit between pt. 1 and pt. 2.
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“It’s going to rain.”
“It’s not going to rain.”
“I’m telling you, it’s going to rain.”
“It’s not going to rain.”
“IT’S GOING TO RAIN!”
“IT’S NOT GONNA FUCKING RAIN!”
Sasuke immediately cowered back as Hinata bared her teeth at him. He scuttled behind the Akatsuki leader, who was watching them, immensely entertained. For amusements sake, he turned to Sasuke.
“Why do you think it’s going to rain?”
Sasuke glanced up at him and, very seriously, said, “Mr. Sand told me.”
Hinata whirled and threw a priceless vase, which just happened to be lying around, in Sasuke’s general direction. It hit him in the mouth and shattered, making his lip bleed.
“OW! YOU BITCH!”
“I’m SICK OF YOUR INSANITY! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR THREE MINUTES, WILL YOU?”
She turned away placed one hand on her chin, ignoring the Akatsuki leader’s smothered laughter and the sniffling Sasuke. The Light Bulb of DOOM™ was the only other sane person here she felt she could talk to, but it had-
With a bright flash of light, guaranteed to make any person go blind or give them an AWESOME idea, the Light Bulb of DOOM™ returned. Hinata’s eyes lit up.
“Why don’t,” she said slowly, “we go on the offensive instead of waiting for them to attack? Sasuke!” she snapped, making Sasuke jump in surprise. Coming to attention, he saluted, knocking his helmet off-kilter (yes, he’s still wearing the army fatigues)(though that helmet didn’t really protect him against Hinata).
“Fortify the defenses while we’re gone.”
“Sir! Where are you going, sir!” He barked.
Hinata sent a smirk over her shoulder as she climbed up on the windowsill.
“To put the advantage in out favor.”
And she was gone.
The Akatsuki leader gave a low whistle. “Man, if I hadn’t already set my sights on that other Hyuuga kid, I would SO do her!”
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“Okay!” Neji said. He said it again to see if he would be any less nervous. “Okay!”
Nope.
The other members of the Neji Haters HATERS were sitting in a half circle, looking at him for their plan.
Neji whimpered. “Itachi?”
Itachi stopped braiding his hair and put his chin on Neji’s shoulder, his arms around the other boy’s waist. “Mmm?”
Neji stiffened at the feel of Itachi’s breath against his neck. He managed to stammer out, “C-Cou-Could yo-you hel-help-EEP!”
Itachi was nibbling on his ear, uncaring of the three other people in the room, his hands slipping a little lower-
“Well, isn’t this just so cozy.”
Itachi’s head snapped up at the sound of Hinata’s voice, and Neji whimpered again. (Whether it was in relief or disappointment is unclear)
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Itachi snapped, his voice icy.
“It’s my goddamn house, Uchiha,” she hissed.
Neji gasped, scandalized. “Hinata!”
She sneered. “Shut up, bitch.”
“HEY!” Itachi, detaching himself completely from Neji, and growling, “He’s MY bitch.”
“You just fucking WISH!”
“It’s YOU who’s wishing, whore.”
“Neji is MINE!”
“HE’S MINE!”
And thus, the two growling masters-of-the-Neji launched themselves at each other, screaming at the top of their lungs.
“SKANK!”
“SLUT!”
In true cat fight fashion, it started with a vicious tug on the hair, followed by an angry red scratch to the face, and they just lost it. Screaming obscenities, they wrestled each other to the floor.
Hunny, Mori, and Gaara, now perched on Neji’s bed, watched the pair roll back and forth. Neji just stared, openmouthed.
But it didn’t take him long (twenty minutes) before he snapped to it. He barked instructions to Gaara, who complied and pulled the two apart using sand.
They still clawed at the air attempting to get to each other. Their hair was mussed; Hinata looked like she was missing at least a small clump, and the tie that held Itachi’s hair back was missing, so his black, glossy locks spilled into his face, which was bleeding sluggishly from a red scratch that cut across his cheekbone. Both their clothes were cut to the quick. You could see Hinata’s bra from the tear at her shoulder, and Itachi had thrown his cloak off; his fishnet shirt was torn in several places.
Neji stared at Itachi, swallowing hard. Panting and flustered, Itachi was … was … SO HOT.
At a quick signal from Itachi, Gaara threw Hinata through the window, making her shriek like an angry cat and Itachi smirk, satisfied.
It was that smirk that did Neji in. In two quick strides, he had his hands fisted in Itachi’s loose hair and was kissing him fiercely. Hunny, all but silent until now, squeaked and scuttled out of the room, Mori and Gaara in tow.
When they finally came up for air, Itachi looked into Neji’s face (now as flushed as his own) and practically sneered. “I told that skank you were mine.”
(PART TWO)
Even if Neji had wanted to respond he couldn’t, as Itachi’s mouth once again covered his own. Neji felt the world tilt and he opened his eyes, surprised to find himself lying on his back in the middle of his bed, his shirt and hair tie gone, Itachi straddling his hips.
When Itachi’s lips left his, he managed a single, “wha?” before Itachi attacked his neck.
Neji arched, letting out a strangled moan when the other man bit his neck hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth behind. He slid fluidly down his chest, his hair rippling like water as it spread out across Neji’s body.
Neji was alternating between gasping and moaning and mewling now, with each lick, bite, and touch making him more vocal. When Itachi finally got to his waistband, Neji was writhing and panting and flushed redder than he’d ever been in his life.
And then Itachi stopped. His mouth, his hands, his whole body stilled.
Neji nearly bit his tongue off.
“It … Ita … Itachi, wha … why …” He gulped, trying to make the fog in his brain lift so he could have some coherence.
Itachi smirked before diving his hands in Neji’s pants.
“Because it’s fun.”
And everything after that was gone. Itachi’s hands were like fire on his member, stroking and squeezing and burning the whole world away, and Neji couldn’t breathe it felt so good and then it was even hotter because Itachi’s hands were replaced by Itachi’s mouth and he just wouldn’t stop and Neji was burning burning burning -
And then he exploded.
Stars burst before his eyes and his hips went clear off the bed, his back arching, his mouth open, screaming and panting and god it felt so fucking good!!
And then it was over. Neji slumped against the bed, panting and moaning and shaking from the aftershocks and from the little zings of pleasure that came with the lock licks on his cock. Itachi was cleaning him up, he realized, but he didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed. And he was as flushed as he was ever gonna get.
Itachi sat back on his haunches, watching Neji like a hawk. Neji squirmed a bit, thinking that this must be what people felt like when he looked at them with his Byakugan. Naked - wait, he really was naked, some other imagery then. Just … exposed. Like Itachi could see every muscle, every vein, every thought in his head.
No wonder people looked so uncomfortable when he gave them a Byakugan glare! He’d always thought he couldn’t be THAT (hoshitpissmypantandscreamlikealittlegirl) scary.
But when Neji began to rise up, Itachi was on him like lightening, pushing him down and fondling him and once again occupying Neji’s mouth with his own. They parted briefly, just enough for Itachi to hiss, “I’m not done!” before he was at it again.
It was surprising how little it took to get Neji riled up again. Soon, he was moaning and panting and his hips were rising demandingly, and it would be wrong of Itachi to not indulge him. This time, however, was a bit different,
Neji hissed when he felt Itachi’s finger probe his ass, the pain like a bucket of water to his face, and he realized just what the hell Itachi was doing. He attempted to twist away but Itachi, that infernal fucking Itachi, just wrapped his other hand around Neji’s cock and squeezed.
Really, Neji thought fuzzily, he should be ashamed of himself. He had such little control.
But God, Itachi was so fucking good. And he was looking at Neji with burning black eyes, hot with lust and he was smirking again, goddammit! That just wasn’t playing fair.
Soon a second finger joined the first, and then a third finger was included, just to make it a party. Neji growled. Itachi was definitely just playing with him, and it hurt, and what the hell was the point of-
Fuck!
Neji arched off the bed, his mouth as wide open as his eyes as his brain tried to process that feeling of intense pleasure. It felt so good.
Neji slumped down, panting, and now he was aching with need too.
“Ah … Again …” he pleaded, writhing as Itachi pulled his fingers out.
He smirked, causing a hot spike of lust to hit Neji, making him writhe and twist and he opened his mouth to beg (why the fuck was he begging? He was a Hyuuga!) Itachi (but it was Itachi, and it was hot and good and just … argh!) to do it again, when he felt something pushing at his ass.
His eyes flew open (when had they closed?) and he made a strangled sound as Itachi pushed his way in. The friction and the warmth and the feeling of getting filled was just (cliché dammit!) so fucking good, and that was what his vocabulary had been reduced to, so, fucking, and good.
And then thought was gone when Itachi pulled himself out and slammed into him. Itachi set a rough pace, but Neji was so turned on and it was just … incredible how good it felt, and he was burning again, and it was building and he knew what was happening this time and they were moving together, and all Neji could think was harder, faster, more more more.
This time when he exploded it was different, come not falling into Itachi’s mouth but rubbed between their bodies as Itachi thrusted a few more times and then there was something hot and warm filling him up, draining and dribbling out and Itachi had collapsed on him, and that was weird, but what wasn’t weird at the moment?
They were both out of breath and panting and sweating and he was sticky and HOLY CRAP HE JUST HAD SEX WITH ITACHI!
But he was tired, and he couldn’t think well, and it was warm even though he was sticky, and Itachi was really comfortable, so Neji just pulled him closer (they were NOT cuddling, just shut up!) and let the world fall away into nothingness as he collapsed, bonelessly, into oblivion.
TBC