Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Like a stone ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: niobe

There is something impersonal and yet at the same time so very exciting about secret rendez-vous' in the middle of the night. Something vaguely disquieting and intensely erotic about not being able to distinguish the face of the person pushing him up against the wall and hungrily ravishing his mouth, thought Neji, closing his eyes against against the rush of sensations already threatening to overwhelm him.

He opened his mouth wide in response, knees weak and heart beat erratic. Genma groaned. He forced his lips harder against Neji's, slick tongue sliding against slick tongue, teeth raking across a lower lip. He raised his hands and pulled the hitai-ate off of the young man's head, letting it tumble to the floor. He then buried his fingers in Neji's hair, working them over his scalp in large circles and tilting the young man's head to the side for a better access to his mouth. Neji shivered at his touch, head swimming, warmth spreading in the pit of his stomach.

Eager for more contact he dropped his hands to Genma's waist, slid them over his ass and pressed himself harder against the other man. Genma slipped a knee between his thighs, rubbing against Neji's growing erection. A jolt of electricity shot up Neji's spine and in his excitement, he bit down on his companion's lip. Genma hissed, pulling back abruptly and bringing a hand to his lips.

"Oh? So now you bite, hmm?" he murmured, breathless. His features were shrouded in darkness, yet Neji caught a flash of white, indicating that Genma was grinning. And, knowing him, Neji could easily picture the wolfish grin spreading lazily across his lips, his slightly furrowed brow and the glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes.

He didn't even bother answering. Annoyed that Genma had broken the kiss, and wanting more, he grabbed the collar of Genma's jacket and pulled him closer.

He wasn't expecting the jounin to avoid his mouth at the last moment. His lips landed at the corner of Neji's, and trailed across his cheek all the way to his temple. He nibbled at the young man's earlobe, then ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of Neji's ear, causing him to shiver. His fingers curled around Neji's wrist and he pried a hand off of his collar, pinning it to the wall above his head.

Neji felt open and vulnerable, shoulderblades digging almost painfully into the stone wall, his wrist caught in Genma's tight grip.

Still, he allowed it.

He tilted his head to the side as Genma dragged the tip of his tongue across his jawline and down his neck. He could feel the cloth of Genma's hitai-ate brush against the side of his cheek and under his chin. He raised his free hand and pushed it off of his head. Then ran his fingers through coarse strands of hair and down Genma's cheek to finally cup his chin and pull him back upwards for another kiss.

Genma brushed his lips against the young man's, but just as Neji moved in, lips slightly parted, he pulled back with a small chuckle. He rocked his hips against Neji's, rubbing their clothed erections together. The young man moaned, head falling back against the wall and legs inching wider apart.

"Genma..."

A hand snuck under his shirt, ran up his taut stomach and brushed against a nipple.

Warm breath tickled his ear, causing goosebumps to break out over his skin.

"What?"

"Stop teasing."

He was answered by another soft chuckle, and a finger started circling his peaked nipple.

So Genma wanted to play? That was fine by Neji. Two could play that game. He slid his free hand down the front of Genma's pants and squeezed lightly. He gasped when the other man shuddered and bit down on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he started rubbing slowly. Then he deftly undid the button of Genma's pants, slid the fly down and pulled out Genma's hard cock.

Neji idly pumped a few times before running a thumb over the swollen head to collect a drop of precum. Looking into Genma's eyes, he brought his hand to his mouth. Then licked it off.

Genma stared at him for a few moments before convulsively tightening his grip on Neji's wrist. He snatched the young man's other hand from his cock and stepped back. Then his lips were on Neji's, harsh and demanding -- his tongue almost forcefully probing Neji's mouth while his teeth raked against the tender flesh of a lip. Hands fumbled in the dark, roughly pulling at clothes, eager to get them off as fast as possible as they both stumbled in direction of Genma's bedroom.

Neji pushed Genma down on the bed and paused. He admired his long, lean body splashed with the occasional ray of pallid streetlamp light filtering through the curtains. His gaze swept across the other man's broad, bare shoulders, down his tight abs and narrow hips to finally land on his stiff cock jutting out of his open pants. Neji divested himself of his pants and boxers and closed his eyes. Then, very slowly, he raised his hands and unraveled the bandages concealing the mark on his forehead. As the strips of tissue slipped from his fingers to the floor, he opened his eyes to find Genma staring at him intently.

Without once breaking eye contact, Neji crawled onto the mattress, sliding up between Genma's parted legs. He poised himself just above his companion's erection and licked his lips. He then dipped his head further down and nuzzled it, inhaling the other man's musky scent before slipping a hand beneath his thigh.

Genma's already ragged breath hitched, and a long moan escaped his lips as Neji's tongue slowly circled the head. The young man then curled his fingers around the base, holding it firmly before wrapping his lips around the dark red tip and sucking lightly, drawing another moan from his companion. Neji smirked before opening his mouth wider, taking inside more of the other man's cock. He felt the thigh quiver in response beneath his palm as he sucked harder, mouth going further down at every suction.

Genma's head fell back against the cushions and he buried his fingers into his partner's hair, threading them through long strands and kneading the scalp. The younger man pressed his tongue against the throbbing vein along the underside of Genma's shaft and slowly dragged it upwards, savoring the familiar tang of his partner's body. His own cock hung thick and heavy between his legs, and each sound Genma made -- each sigh, each gasp, each low growl -- made the sweat bead on his forehead.

He moved his hands over to Genma's hips and slipped his fingers beneath the fabric before sliding his pants further down, nails biting into smooth skin, until the tissue bunched just around the top of Genma's thighs. A thread of saliva clung to both the blood red tip of Genma's cock and to Neji's lower lip, glimmering faintly in the dark as Neji let it slip out of his mouth. Then he was lapping hungrily at Genma's sac, the tip of his tongue teasing the crease between the jounin's balls while one of his hands moved over Genma's groin and fisted his erection, fingers sliding easily over hard flesh slick with precum and spit.

Neji felt a sharp tug on his scalp, pulling him up and suddenly Genma's lips were on his, tongue sweeping at the insides of his cheeks, probing deeper and deeper inside his mouth as the older jounin tasted himself on Neji's tongue.

"Turn around," he whispered hoarsely between kisses, tangling his fingers into the long strands of Neji's hair. "I want to taste you, too."

The request knocked the breath out of the young man's lungs and made his blood roar in his ears. A long shiver ran down his spine as he looked into his companion's hooded eyes and nodded.

Genma sank back into the mattress and raised his hips to push his pants off before tossing them aside. Then, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, he tilted his head to the side and parted his legs in a silent invitation. Breath short and body shaking in anticipation, Neji rose to his knees and maneuvered himself so that his knees were on each side of Genma's head and his hands on each side of the other man's pelvis.

Callused hands brushed up the back of his thighs, pushing them wider apart and up over his ass. Then a slight rise of hips and the tip of Genma's cock was nudging at his lips, seeking entrance to his mouth. Neji gathered his hair over a shoulder to keep it out of the way and complied, working his mouth and tongue over the thick flesh. Alternating between sucking, licking and stroking.

A jolt of electricity shot up his spine when he felt a finger slide up between his buttocks and pause at his puckered hole before rubbing lightly around it. At the same time, something warm and wet pressed against his balls, teasing at the sensitive skin. Neji's eyes slid shut, mouth going momentarily slack around his tormentor's shaft and a loud moan pushed past his throat.

Genma's tongue continued its progression up the crack and, with his thumbs, he pulled Neji's cheeks apart. The young man shuddered helplessly, body tense and quivering, skin covered in a sheen of sweat as Genma alternated between lapping at him with wide strokes and teasing him with the tip of his tongue.

He jerked suddenly, back arching and one hand clutching the sheets beneath him when he felt a saliva-slicked finger push past his tight ring to probe into him. He remained motionless for a moment, getting used to the intrusion. Steadily, pleasure won over discomfort, washing through him in successive waves as Genma finger-fucked him.

The feeling was almost too much for Neji.

"Genma..." he hissed through clenched teeth."Fuck me. Fuck me now."

One last swipe of tongue against Neji's balls and Genma murmured, "I have no problem with that."

Hands on the young man's hips, he helped push him off before getting up and casually strolling to the bathroom. He came back holding a small jar in one of his hands.

"How do you want it?" he asked, climbing on the bed.

"From behind," was the immediate answer.

Neji leaned forward, palms flat against the mattress, and spread his legs. He heard the sheets ruffle and Genma was behind him, cock nestled right between his ass cheeks.

He instinctively bit down on his lip when his companion's fingers brushed against his hole before spreading gel around it in small, circular strokes. Another hand snuck over his belly, leaving smears of cold gel on his heated skin, before wrapping around his aching erection.

The sound of their harsh panting filled the room as they rocked against each other. The way Genma was caressing him inside and out, the feel of his cock rubbing against the inside of Neji's thigh at each movement of hips and the feel of Genma's bare skin, hot against his back -- all of it was driving the young man out of his mind, sending little thrills of pleasure sparking up his spine. And then Genma's fingers were digging into his hips; his shaft was pressing against him, into him, filling him until Neji felt Genma's balls slap against his ass.

He hunched forward and braced himself on his trembling arms, eagerly pushing back each time Genma slammed into him. A hand slid in between his legs to stroke his erection in time with each thrust, while another circled his waist, pulled him upright and held onto him. Neji flailed for a moment, blindly groping for something to grab onto as Genma's hips snapped upwards rhythmically, his cock thrusting deeper and deeper inside the younger jounin's body. Neji finally found the purchase he was looking for by covering Genma's hand around his waist with his own and clinging to it while his other arm entwined around his companion's neck.

Genma lowered his head against Neji's shoulder, breath coming out in short, raspy gusts against his damp skin, teeth digging into his shoulder bone each time Genma's body tensed. He murmured Neji's name and other words that Neji didn't hear because all he could think of, all he could feel was the deliciously unbearable tension building up in his gut as he rode Genma harder, faster -- until suddenly his back arched, his head fell on his companion's shoulder, lips pulled back over clenched teeth and brow furrowed as his orgasm finally ripped through him. His cock pulsed, come spilling in hot spurts over Genma's hand and his muscles clenched down around the other man. He convulsively tightened his hold around Neji, a violent shudder shook his body and after one last thrust, his body finally went lax.

Riding out the last waves of his orgasm, Neji let himself collapse onto the mattress, breathless. He was soon followed by Genma, who lay down on his back beside him. He turned his head to look at him, silently raised a hand and brushed his fingers against the mark on Neji's forehead.

Neji opened his eyes and stared at him for a long moment.

"I won't be staying tonight," he said.

"I know. So, tomorrow's the big day, I guess."

Since it was more a statement than a real question, Neji didn't really feel the need to answer. They didn't say anything more for a while.

Neji pushed up off the bed and walked over to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up quickly, then went in search of his clothes, more or less strewn across the floor in Genma's bedroom. Genma was still lying on his back, one arm under his head, and was chewing on one of his ever present senbons. Neji idly wondered where the hell he pulled this one out of.

"Tell me, Neji. Do you have any feelings for Hinata-sama?"

Neji straightened up, his clothes bundled in one hand, and looked out the window.

"She is a remarkable woman, much stronger than most people give her credit for. And she is wise. I admire and respect her."

"...and that's it?"

Neji slipped on his boxers and pants. Then he sat on the bed, his back to Genma, and started winding his bandages around his head.

"It's enough."

"If you say so.... Although, I must admit, I'm a little surprised."

Neji peered at him over his shoulder. Genma's expression was, as always, perfectly blank. Neji studied him for a moment, hoping perhaps that Genma would let something -- anything -- hinting at what was going on through his mind slip on his features. But nothing gave.

"I didn't think that your idea of 'being a free bird' was flying into another bigger, nicer-looking cage."

"You don't understand. It's necessary."

Genma shot him a dispassionate look, then raised an eyebrow expectantly.

Short sigh. "You've probably heard the rumors concerning Hinata-sama and her sister, Hanabi?"

"About Hiashi-sama making Hanabi his heir and relegating Hinata to the Branch House? They're true?"

"Yes. And as it happens that Hiashi-sama has often expressed his desire for me to father his grandchildren..."

"I see. So...by marrying Hinata, you wish to avoid her being marked. Like you were."

"There is that," he whispered, slipping his shirt on. "Hinata-sama has suffered from the way the family has treated her, too. She wishes for things to change as much as I do. Together, as members of the Main House, we can accomplish that."

There was a long silence, and for some reason, it unsettled Neji. He stood up, not wanting to stretch the moment any longer than necessary, and walked towards the door. Then he paused.

"Genma, I..." he took a deep breath and continued. "I wanted to know if I'd still be welcome here. After...tomorrow."

"You'll always be welcome here."

Neji didn't realize how tense he was until he heard Genma's whispered answer. He released his grip on the doorknob and let his hand slide down to his side.

"Thank you."

And he left.

The End.

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