PWND

This came out of the utterly random moment, that I couldn't pass up writing. This is a set of ficlets, very short, and no smut. My appologies. But please read anyways.

I will repeat. Neither I nor the people this set is dedicated to, actually own any of these characters in reality. We make no money. We only get perverse enjoyment from this. Hope you enjoy as well.
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This scene is dedicated to Aini. Hope this makes you feel awesome.

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Scene 1


Neji groaned, finally coming awake. A dull pounding in his head announced an impending hangover. Luckily the room, wherever he was at, was dim, and whatever he was laying on was soft, and squishy- like a nice soft pillow that conforms just right.

Wait. His pillow really wasn't that comfortable. In fact, it was firm, and slightly lumpy. And it radiated heat. No pillow does that. He groggily moved away, not understanding why his head felt like crap. He hadn't been drinking the night before, had he? He couldn't remember....

The sight of his 'pillow' made blood rush straight to his groin. Apparently he had dozed off, head buried against Shikamaru's bare stomach. He trailed his vision of naked skin up Shika's body, finally resting on the closed eyes. Something caught his attention though. There, on Shikamaru's left pectoral, was an arc of ink.

"Property of Neji" glowed in a bright green, surrounded by pale lavender highlights. Neji blinked in surprise. When had this happened? He was pretty sure that Shikamaru hadn't had that any time recently.

The door creaked open and Neji whirled, not sensing or expecting anyone. But he needn't have worried- his other lover was standing in the doorway, towel slung low around his hips. Color trailed on his body as well, peeping just above the edge of the rough fabric. Neji waited, and as soon as Itachi was in range, ripped away the towel. This time, coal-grey, red, and dark blue scripted "Claimed by Shikamaru". A tiny red arrow pointed from the bottom of the sculted abs, down the spare inch or two to the groin. When Neji managed to stop staring, Itachi met his questioning gaze with a smirk.

Neji scrambled up and dashed into the bathroom. Small Kanji replaced what was written on his lovers, putting both their names on either side of his heart. It filled him with happiness to see the markings. In the mirror he could see Itachi's continuing smirk, so slowly he turned and peered at his back. another set of kanji rode the small of his back, the same as the ones at his heart. He had to smile.

"Turn the other way."

Curious, but obedient, he twisted his body and glared at the other shoulder. There in glistening black ink, shining brightly in the light and big enough to not be missed, was another arc of scrolling letters. They started just beneath one shoulder, and dipped across his spine, ending right at the edge of his vision.


"Owned. Return to Aini-sama upon discovery."


Silence hung over the room for several minutes as he absorbed the information, cracking when Neji finally snapped. "I'm owned? By a fan-author??" He turned on the other pair in the room. "How could you let this happen?"

Both of his lovers turned, presenting their backs. They bore identical black tattoos across their upper backs, from shoulder to shoulder, as his.

"Not. Our. Choice."


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Ok, don't kill me. I told you. No smut. Pointless overall. Aini, I hope you like this. *chuckles*
Three more coming, hopefully I will get them all done tonight. Please R&R!!!