Sway

Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. That honor belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Warning: This chapter contains a transgender scene of a sexual nature.
Note: From now on, there may be slight spoilers for the current run of the manga. That means Shippuden spoilers ahoy!
A/N: Yes, I did manage to rescue the following chapters as well.

As consciousness returned, Neji was aware of the sudden burdening weight of his own body. It felt as if every limb was impossible to lift. And the dull, throbbing ache in his chest reminded him of a time not too long ago, when he’d had a hole blown through it. He sincerely hoped that had not been the case this time around.

With a groan he couldn’t help but release, he shifted his rebellious body and attempted to open his eyes. He could feel a familiar presence make it’s way over. And when he finally managed to lift his deadened eyelids, he was startled to find a pair of gleaming blue eyes staring down at him. Naruto smiled widely, and it took Neji a whole minute to realize just why he felt so disturbed to see his lover’s face.

His hand shot up of its own accord, grasping Naruto by the collar. The rage swirling in his chest gave him all the energy he needed to yank the blonde down and glare at him. His byakugan activated instantaneously and he raked his searing gaze down the length of a very male body.

But, what caused him to snarl was not his return to form, but the fact that there was something extremely important distinctly missing.

“Easy, Neji…” Naruto replied, not visibly shaken at all. He held his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

“Naruto,” he growled, through clenched teeth. His jaw was so tight, it felt as if it might crush in upon itself.

How could he?! After everything they’d been through! After the long talks over what to do, and how to protect it, and…Neji felt betrayed. Naruto, had obviously only wanted the child when there was no possibility of ever having Sasuke returned to him.

Now that the bastard was back, even with no guarantee that he’d stay, Naruto had…He’d…

Neji felt sick. He felt like screaming. He felt like getting up and finding where that psychotic egoist was and ripping him apart piece by ever-smaller insignificant piece. When he got his hands on him…

He was going to kill him. Lover’s fervent protests or no. He was going to grab that selfish son of a bitch and rip his entrails out through his eyes! He was going to string him up by his spinal cord! He was…

Naruto was smiling…

Neji’s brow furrowed.

Why was he smiling?! Did he find it amusing?!

Oh yeah…Naruto…

He may love him, but when he got through with him, his lover was going to be a quivering mass of self-repentant ooze.

The blonde dared to chuckle.

Neji didn’t find it very helpful at all.

“Neji, I’m over here.”

The brunette craned his head, and found a very curvy female form smiling happily at him. Looking down, he saw the rounded form of a gently sloping pregnant swell. One slender hand braced against it protectively.

All the hatred and confusion left his body in one fell swoop. In a single exhale, he’d gone from all encompassing rage, to wanting the blonde in his arms. His mouth entrapped by Neji’s own. His body writhing sensuously beneath the brunette’s.

He wanted him so badly, he couldn’t see straight.

And beyond that, apart from the heated feeling of his blood surging through his veins in want, was a sense of relief and satisfaction so deep, he wasn’t even aware he was feeling it.

Naruto crossed the room, dismissing the other. He slipped into Neji’s welcoming arms, and sat in his lover’s lap. With a smile so bright, Neji was positive he’d never before seen it, the blonde leaned in and caressed the sides of his face. Softly, he kissed him, stroking over pale skin.

Neji’s arms drew him close. On hand settling firmly on his back, and the other, over their baby – whose softly fluttering heart he could feel through the chakra that resonated between them.

He hadn’t…

“Neji?”

Neji took deep breaths, as his chest tightened. Not this again….

Naruto hummed softly, and drew him close. Neji pressed against him with all his might, and closed his eyes. His lover’s calmly beating heart, steadying his erratic attempts at breathing.


It was some time before Neji felt at peace again.

Only after he had relaxed, did Naruto speak, hand never ceasing in its reassuring travels through his long hair. Fingers flexed against his scalp rhythmically.

“He’s not that important,” he whispered.

Neji felt the blonde’s warm breath flutter some hair by his ear. But it was the even warmer words, that caused a flutter in his heart. Naruto never said what he didn’t mean. Could he…? Could he possibly…?

The brunette looked up, and Naruto leaned back so he could meet his pale eyes. He said nothing more, but he didn’t have to. With a moan, Neji kissed him. Naruto hummed almost silently, and returned it.

In all the months they’d been partaking in one another’s bodies, they’d never shared a single kiss that felt so…so…Neji exhaled sharply through his nose and opened his mouth, tongue invading the blonde’s. Slender fingers clutched the hair close to his head, as a slimmer tongue caressed his own.

Naruto pressed against him, and for once, Neji disregarded the breasts. He took no notice of the curves, or the long hair that brushed his forearms. At the moment, there was no difference between the one and the other. Because for a singular moment, they were the same. Simply Naruto.

Neji had an inkling that this was what it felt like when souls made love.

With no need for a body. Just the outreach of one to the other. The clutch of a love so unfathomable it was more than the human body could ever hope to process.

All of a sudden, he was grateful he was a shinobi. The years of training to know every aspect of your own body was paying off more than he could have ever dreamed.

Naruto’s warmth enveloped him, as he lay the blonde down against the bed. Long limbs wrapped about him, trapping his spirit within their eager embrace. His mouth moved to the slender neck, mouthing down against a steady pulse and soft sighs that echoed.

His own hands roamed down a lightly tanned body. The tips of his fingers brushing the edges of Naruto’s memory. The blonde arched, and Neji felt the proof of their love press firmly against his abdomen.

With a moan, he ventured down, pressing tender kisses over their unborn child. Feeling the swirl of some unknown emotion about the swelling of his heart. Naruto sighed again, fingers finding his hair and taking hold, as if needing the reassurance that he existed.

Neji traveled ever downward, eyes closing in contentment when Naruto gasped beneath him. His mouth worked unhurriedly, languidly against the other’s newfound sex. Helpless to the sensations, Naruto moved under him, arms ever stretched out to him.

Neji couldn’t recall when they’d removed their clothing, or even who had done it. He couldn’t recall whether or not he’d even been clothed when he woke, though he should have been. All he was aware of was skin everywhere. The smooth slide of it. The soft caress of it. The nerves that flared and fluttered and swayed beneath it.

It was like watching himself. The feeling of his consciousness separate from the feeling of his body. And yet, at the same time, they melted together to inform him of sensations a body should simply be unable to feel.

Naruto’s fingers dug into his hips, as he thrust. But the grip wasn’t painful. It was pleading. He responded in kind, capturing the blonde’s mouth, and kissing him possessively.

It didn’t occur to him that to his lover, all of these wandering emotions were new and unproven. That in the delicate state of their naiveté he was constructing a bond so deep, the blonde would be unable to function without him near. He couldn’t know that he’d already won.

He didn’t know the damage he was wreaking.

Even if he had, he would not have been able to stop the double-edged sword.

Unbeknownst to either, neither would ever be the same again.

“Neji!”

He watched as his lover’s body arched beneath his, body tensing, throat exposed, frozen in pleasure. The sight served to only further his own release, which he’d already been halfway through.

“Naruto…” he murmured, pressing his lips to the side of the blonde’s neck.

Hands reached up to guide him impossibly closer. Warmth seeping into his skin, from their contact. His head was cradled close tenderly. Unconcerned with the world at large, he continued his post-coital explorations. His unrealized claim.

Naruto guided his head up after a time, deep blue eyes, completely exposed to his perusal. The blonde had dropped all of his guards, and Neji stared in momentary awe at how beautiful, and how woefully damaged his lover’s soul truly was.

Fingers tracing over his forehead alerted him to the fact that he still had not reconstructed his henge. He held his breath as Naruto’s gentle touch traced the lines of his seal. His head was turned down, and the blonde leaned up to place a kiss in the center.

Neji felt the world stop.

And then, those eyes were back, and there was something new. Naruto’s hand caressed the side of his face, almost in awe of the brunette still hovering above him.

“Neji…I…”

The brunette blinked.

“I’ve never…”

Neji stroked over his temple, hand sliding back into sun bright hair, as the younger swallowed thickly.

“I think I-…No, I know…somehow, I…Neji, I…”

And then he frowned.

The frown marred the moment. Deeply fretting along the angles of his face.

Neji could feel the moment die, along with whatever it was the blonde had been trying so hard to say. The warmth that cocooned them receded so quickly, Neji shivered. Feeling it deep in the pit of his stomach. He pulled a blanket over them, as the cold seeped into their bodies.

“He’s awake,” Naruto said.

And Neji knew then he would likely never know.