Pretty Dead Things

A/N: I first want to apologize to those of you who really understood what was going on in Chapter 2, and to those of you who have not gotten that far in the series or Manga. I've had things like this happen in the past, though, and it just really burns me up when people don't pay attention to my author's notes...but I digress. This chapter has a few things in it that might be a bit disturbing...

Warnings:

FL--Foul Language

L--Lemon

Inc--Incest (I guess it's not in other countries, but in the good old USA, it's still illegal to screw your first cousin)

Legal Stuffiness: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters therein. Kishimoto Masashi, sole proprietor.

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Chapter 3: Door # 5

“What will we do?” She asked in the quiet, and Neji did not know what to say. They were now in a larger cell at the front of the hall, and the guards had given Hinata a pale lilac-colored yukata to wear. How did she manage to look respectable in such a thin garment? He felt naked, and the thin cotton of his yukata, just like hers, was gauzy, allowing the shadow of his body to be seen. It angered him that Hinata should be subjected to such indignity, but she bore it with grace that he envied.

His eyes closed. “I don’t know.”

He sat in the corner, hugging his knees, and trying to keep himself from crying tears of frustration. Hinata sighed. “Neji?”

“Hm?”

“I think I’ll sleep now.”

“Pleasant dreams, Hinata-sama,” he murmured as she settled herself on the cot. Neji was seated at the head of the tiny bed, legs crossed Indian style, and leaned his head back against the wall. Hinata’s head nestled next to his legs, and he put a hand down to stroke her hair. He had to think of a way out. None of his plans had succeeded yet, and he feared for the safety of the heir to his family.

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Sasuke sat in his own room, at the small desk provided him. The quiet was, unlike before, stifling. He put down his pen, staring at the paper, where he had been trying to make a list. There was only a small black blob where he had been trying to write the first of three hundred and sixty nine jutsu he had learned in the past year and a half. In the half-light, he groaned. He couldn’t concentrate. Earlier, during training, he had lost control. It had been more than six months before the seal had activated without his consent, and he had thought of it as an improvement.

“Sasuke-kun…you’ll have to do a lot better than that. Where’s all of your hate?” Orochimaru laughed, dodging a swipe of Sasuke’s katana. “Come on. Hit me.” There was a smile pasted across a thin, pasty face that made Sasuke’s guts churn. But what really made him ill was what next came out of the man’s mouth. “Perhaps you could hit me if Naruto was involved?”

“Shut up.” Sasuke growled, gripping the hilt of his sword, “He has nothing to do with this.” Somehow, the snake-man moved faster than his Sharingan could see. Sasuke found himself pinned against the wall, his blade pulled from his grasp. Quick fingers untied his sash, and he could feel them worming their way into his pants.

“Have you touched him, Sasuke-kun?” The hands stilled for a moment, and a tongue licked at his ear. “Have you fucked him? Felt him around you…Sasuke-kun? That beautiful heat…have you made him moan like I can’t?”

Black flames bled over his skin, as well as across his left eye, and Sasuke shoved Orochimaru away. “Fuck you, Orochimaru. Naruto has nothing to do with me.”

The smile on the older man’s face widened. “Then why are you so upset?”

“Shit…” Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, raking fingers through his hair. His concentration was suffering, and he was losing focus. “Naruto…” Sighing, he shoved himself away from his desk, and began pacing the room. He could remember very well the way Naruto had felt against him. He could remember his words, the way Naruto’s hands had felt on his skin…and it was driving him mad. What was it that had made him so angry as to lose control when Orochimaru had baited him? Was it that he had dragged Naruto into it? No…that couldn’t be it. Was it because he wanted him? Because he wanted to fuck him?

The silence pressed in on him, and Sasuke walked faster. His footsteps mocked him as he paced, mind becoming frenzied and heart thumping painfully in his chest. “God-damn it…” he muttered, his mind filled with swirling images.

Naruto, bleeding on the ground in a stone valley…

Naruto, grinning widely around a mouth full of salty ramen…

Naruto, beaten, bloody, chained and naked when he was first put in the cell…

And finally, Naruto standing there before him, a light of sadness in his eyes while he offered himself up to Sasuke.

Sasuke wanted to beat his head against a wall. What was wrong with him? He kept pacing, trying to keep moving, so that he might be able to get past it. It wasn’t working.

Stopping mid-stride, he had a realization, and it scared him more than anything else ever had. “God fucking damn it…why did it have to be you?”

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Orochimaru watched the small screen. Kabuto had just left the room after assuring him that his specimens were all tended to, and that the one special task for the day had been taken care of. There was, before him, a bank of thirty-six screens. One for each of the cells, and six for the approaching hallways. All he had to do now was watch. The man seated at his right pressed a button, and the one large screen in the room changed from black to the image of Cell # 5.

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“Why is the food here so tasteless?” Hinata asked as she took Neji’s tray. He merely shrugged. The girl then deposited herself onto the cot, relaxed and poised at the same time. Neji thought, for just a moment, that she was beautiful. He quickly pushed that thought away in favor of attempting to find a plan for escape. For the past week, he had been thinking. And every effort went fruitless.

Standing, he paced, feeling slightly restless. Why could he not think of anything? He had been in worse situations, had he not? Or had he? Neji was a genius at what he did, but he had never realized before just how reliant he was on his chakra until it was completely taken from him. His pacing quickened, as did the sensation of unease and anxiety. He began to feel dizzy. Was he really so upset? His heart suddenly started hammering in his chest, and he stopped his pacing, clutching at the neck of his yukata to pull it away from his throat. “Hot…can’t breathe…”

When he glanced at Hinata, he saw that she was in much the same predicament. Her small hands shook as she pulled weakly at the folds of lilac cotton, trying to ease the sudden heat in her body. A sudden, frightening thought entered his mind. Had they been poisoned? No! His mind screamed as he stumbled to the cot, collapsing onto it next to Hinata, his head leaning on the wall.

“Neji…what..?” she panted, eyes unfocused.

“Poison…I think it’s…poison…” His limbs felt heavy, the thin cloth of his yukata sticking uncomfortably to his flesh. “Hi-Hina…”

Hinata’s hands suddenly grasped his face. “Neji…are you…” He saw her eyes widen in fear, and he hated that look. Her breath was hot on his face, as were her fingers as they seemed to wind their way into his hair, which was now becoming soaked with sweat. Her right thumb brushed over the skin just below his left ear, and Neji gasped. That small touch sent shivers through him, the heat of his body increasing.

“Ahhhh…” he groaned, and arched into that touch, inadvertently causing his chest to come into contact with her breasts. Hinata let out a surprised squeak before her eyes seemed to cloud over.

Hazy eyes the color of iridescent pearls fixed on his, and his hands twitched as her fingers gripped his hair, itching to touch. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had the realization that this was no poison. It was a dangerously powerful aphrodisiac. Neji swallowed thickly, trying to clear his voice, but was unsuccessful when he felt Hinata lean a large portion of her body weight onto his chest. He could feel, even through both of their clothes, her hardened nipples pressing against him. His breathing became labored.

This was wrong on several levels…but he couldn’t seem to concentrate on the fact that Hinata was his cousin, or that she was his clan’s next leader. Or that he was supposed to protect her. All his mind could hold on to was the growing sensations he felt. Her lips were hovering, parted, breath coming in ragged pants, over his. “N…Neji…I…”

She was certainly feeling the same things he was, but he wanted so badly to push her away, to make her stop. Neji wanted to stop the delicious feeling of her lips on his when they pressed wetly, but he found himself responding. His own mouth opened, allowing Hinata’s tongue in. She somehow tasted like some kind of sweet fruit that he was unable to identify. Before he could stop himself, Neji’s arms were wound around her, holding her close in spite of the awkward position of her kneeling next to his seated form.

His left hand moved up to grip at the back of her head, and she whimpered when he took control of their kiss. He could feel the bonds formed by his inhibitions breaking. Just as the final bond of moral propriety was about to break, Neji pulled away from her, breathing heavily, and staring at Hinata’s flushed, sweaty face. “This…this is wrong…” he breathed.

Hinata nodded. “Yes…but…”

Neji knew. “It will…it will drive us mad.”

This was to preserve their sanity. He would hold himself back. He could. Neji had wonderful self-control. It would be a simple matter. That was why he could allow this. Hinata’s lips were bruised, swollen, and enticing. Was he already mad? He must be. Why else was he reaching around her body to grasp her thighs… pulling her to straddle his lap… “Aaaagh!” he cried when Hinata’s full weight settled onto his already pulsing groin. The heat was bringing him close to madness. It was drawing perspiration from him in amounts that no training or mission ever had, and it soaked his yukata. The same thing was occurring with Hinata.

The thin cloth clung to her breasts wetly, and he tried not to…he really did. But Neji found his hands clawing at the cloth of her yukata, pulling at the neck to bare the pristine white skin of her shoulders, his mouth immediately finding its salty taste. Hinata’s breath caught, and she squirmed in his lap, sending jolts of pleasure through him. The cloth descended further to reveal creamy breasts terminating in dusky nipples. Had he ever seen anything this beautiful?

For a long moment, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. All he could do was stare up at Hinata. Her hair clung to her face and shoulders, one small section trailing forward to nestle between full breasts. Neji felt her moving, and blinked rapidly when he realized what she was doing. Hinata’s arms wiggled out of her one and only garment, but then her hands reached behind her to untie her obi. “Hinata, don’t—“

She silenced him with a look, leaning forward and staring into his eyes in a way that was so unlike her that he felt his heart beating ever faster, wondering what this drug had done to her. Wet cloth slid over skin more perfect than that of angels, and he heard it fall to the ground with a sound resembling a plop. Neji’s lips were on fire. Hinata’s mouth worked against his and he felt her grip at his hips with her legs as she began moving her own hips against him.

“K…Kami…oh, please…” he gasped, his hands finding purchase on her hips. He was sure that this was going to kill him. Her skin…it felt like nothing he had ever experienced. Neji wanted to touch as much of it as he possibly could. His hands moved, making a mental map of every line, texture, curve and crevice he could reach, but it wasn’t enough. His body cried out for something more, and that something was the feeling of her body pressed against his with nothing separating the two.

Reaching behind his back, he clumsily untied his own obi, and ripped it away. Hinata’s hands then took over. She parted the folds of his yukata, smoothing over his skin with touches lighter than silk yet richer than velvet. “Neji…” her voice was lower, darker, filled with something he had never heard directed at himself. Hinata’s hands divested him of his clothing, and he immediately pulled her against him.

Sweat-soaked skin slid against his, causing him to groan. Nothing in his existence had ever felt so good, and there was a corner of his mind that hated himself for it. He wanted more. He wanted everything that was Hinata. His mind shut down, registering nothing but the sensual feeling of her body against his. Neji moved, holding onto her, laying her down on the cot, his body pressing down on hers. He leaned down, sodden hair coming down into a wet, flawed curtain around their faces as he kissed her.

Trailing his lips downward over her chin, to her neck, he heard Hinata begin whimpering. When he came to her left breast, he flicked his tongue out, briefly laving at the tensed skin there. “Neji!” Hinata cried out, her back arching off of the cot. His eyes widened at the expression on her face as she called his name. Such beauty should not exist, but he wanted to see it again…and again…and again. His mouth closed on that same nipple, suckling lightly. “Ahhh…oh…N-N-N…” She cried, her entire body tensing. Not enough…I want you to say my name, Hinata…say it again… Neji sucked harder at the taut flesh, then gave it a small nip with his teeth. “Oh Kami—Neji!” Her voice nearly broke, that rich tone falling victim to the desire she felt.

His own need was beginning to become unbearable. But he could still hold back. Neji’s control was legendary.

As he released her abused nipple, Hinata whined. Neji moved momentarily back up to her face to kiss her deeply. When he pulled back, she was panting, and she reached around him to wrap her arms around him, pulling him down. The contact between their bodies made them both sigh and groan simultaneously. “Neji…please…I need…I…”

“I know…I will ease your pain.” Neji propped himself on one elbow, trailing fingers over her right breast, down her lean stomach, over her hips, and finally to the heat that rested between her thighs. She was trembling, and her eyes showed fear. Neji whispered, “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” That said, he slowly, gently began exploring the downy folds of skin that were soaked with sweat and arousal. His fingers met slickness, heat, and drew a hiss from Hinata. There was a small bit of bunched skin at the top of the slit, and he used his thumb to rub at it experimentally.

Hinata gasped and panted, “N…oh please do that again…please…” Her body arched into his touch, and he watched her face as she writhed. The sight made his erection throb, and he began unconsciously rubbing it against the blankets, releasing a groan. He rubbed at the little nub of skin, amazed at what it did to her, but he wanted to see what more could be done. Letting two fingers slide down, he pressed in slowly, working them carefully in and out. Hinata’s eyes closed, her hips moving in what had to be an instinctive pattern.

After a few moments, her movements became more erratic. “Harder…please…” she moaned, and he started to protest. “Please? Please, Neji…I need…aaah…I need…”

The way she said his name…it made him want things he shouldn’t. Carefully, he increased the intensity of the movement his hand made. It went from a slow glide to an earnest thrust, and Hinata cried out, her voice louder than he had ever heard it. He felt her insides clench around his fingers, and hot wetness began to seep from her. After a moment of boneless bliss, Hinata breathed, “Neji…” before she reached up, grasping a handful of his hair to pull him downward into a kiss filled with heat and so much passion he thought he would die.

So caught up in this kiss was he that he did not realize what she was doing until it was too late. Hinata levered herself up, pushing him onto his back. He was looking up at her now as she straddled his thighs, her own wetness moistening his legs, and somehow making him want her even more. Neji had not thought that possible. Hinata leaned down, her tongue wetting the skin of his stomach, tracing the contours of hard muscle, circling his navel, finding the thin line of hair that led down from there to the base of his achingly erect manhood. “Neji,” he heard her say, “try to breathe.” Had he been holding his breath? No, he was sure he hadn’t been. But when he felt something hot and wet envelop him, his breathing did stop.

“What—“ He tried to sit up when he saw Hinata’s lips encircling the tip of his erection.

Her hands pressed him back into the cot, and she raised her face. “Please let me do this for you…I don’t want you to suffer…” Hinata’s voice was gentle. Perhaps she had regained her usual composure, and he could too once release came? All thoughts of any form of calm left him when he felt her mouth on him again. His eyes rolled back into his head when her tongue traversed his entire length, causing him to groan heavily.

When her entire mouth descended upon him, taking in much of his need, he felt as if his body would break entirely with the tension building there. His eyes were shut so tightly that it hurt. Then, he felt her mouth leave to be replaced by her hands, which felt almost as good, but not quite. Her stroking quickened, and he began to pant, small moans coming from his throat. “Hinata…” he whispered her name, not even realizing he did so. Her calloused hands drew pleasure from him, his desire becoming a frenzy in both body and mind.

Suddenly, he felt her lips on his again. Neji kissed her, his arms enfolding her in an embrace he hoped was tender enough. Then, he blinked his eyes open. Something was different. His eyes widened painfully when he realized that Hinata was atop him, straddling his hips, and she had stopped stroking him. “Hinata, don’t…please…” It was too late.

She had already positioned herself correctly, and as Neji watched her face half in horror, half in wonder, Hinata sank down, taking him into her. His body seized up, pleasure igniting within him, and Hinata gasped above him, currently unable to move. Neji struggled into a seated position, holding her to him. “You don’t have to do this…” He whispered softly to her as he saw tears in her eyes. Hinata blinked her tears away, and leaned down to take his lips in a kiss so soft and sweet that he thought he would melt.

“No…Neji, please…I-I want…” Her voice trailed off, but Neji understood her meaning. The small movement of her body’s breathing alone was enough to drive him nearly mad with the need to be with her, and he carefully got to his knees so that he could lay her down again. During this process, he became dislodged from her body, and he did not know if he should continue now that he was no longer inside her. “Neji…” her voice pleaded with him, and he couldn’t refuse.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he rasped, finding his way into her again, sliding slowly until his hips met with hers softly. Heat and tightness enveloped him, and he tried so hard not to push in too deeply…and he barely succeeded. “Aaaah…Hinata…you…I…oh my—“ Legs wrapped around his waist, and he bit his lip, pulling back, sliding in, slowly, carefully. This maddeningly slow, deliberate pace threatened to make him insane. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed more. Neji needed…he just needed her. Closing his eyes, he began to quicken his pace, but tried to keep from thrusting in too deeply. Her hands found their way into his hair again, pulling at him to bring him down to her, a kiss shared of more than lust. This new feeling, the one he had when he looked into her eyes just now, made him fell strangely light.

Hinata’s hips moved against his, and she began arching her back and making the most sensuous sounds…and then, “Neji…please…I can’t stand it…harder. Please!” He paused. Her eyes stared up at him through a cloud of desire. “I need you…please…please.” Her pleas reached deep into his stomach and pulled at his own desire.

Giving a quick nod, he moved his hands to find hers, twining their fingers together, and braced himself. He only hoped that he didn’t hurt her. His first thrust was rather shallow, but fast, and Hinata gasped, her legs riding higher on his waist, but then changing position until they were wrapped around his back at the shoulder blades. This new position allowed him to thrust deeper into her, and she began to cry out, begging him to push harder, deeper, faster, until she screamed his name so loudly that he felt it at the base of the erection he had buried inside her. Her orgasm squeezed at him, her inner muscles and her cries pulling his own climax from him. “Hinata…” he groaned as he released deep within her, and he let go of her hands to pull her to him.

They lay this way for a long time, with him still inside her, covering her face with kisses of apology, and Hinata simply holding him. “I’m sorry, Hinata…I’m so sorry…”

Her breathing was even, and she did not seem upset with him. Could he hope that she would forgive him? He could, he thought, with the way her hands caressed the skin of his back, and smoothed his hair from his face, which was now nestled on her chest. “No, Neji…don’t be sorry.” He didn’t raise his head, because he didn’t want to see her face, and the placating expression that must be there. “I’m glad that it was you,” Her voice came softly, low and sweet. Neji shifted, allowing himself to be freed from within her, and pulled her against him. If she said it was all right, then he would believe her.

As long as she was all right, everything was.

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Orochimaru smirked. The man sitting at his right blinked at the screen. He was using a paper fan to cool himself off. “Oh…that was nice,” Orochimaru said, rubbing at the bulged that made a small tent out of his yellow yukata. Turning to look at Kabuto, who stood at the door, he said, “I think that those two will be nice to have as a pair, yes?” The other man nodded. Pressing a button, Orochimaru ejected the tape from the machine. This would serve, on nights when he was in no mood to deal with others, for a pleasant distraction. “Your aphrodisiac worked wonders, Kabuto…I might need some of it the next time I deal with the specimen in Cell 24. He’s a bit difficult.”

“Yes, Orochimaru-sama.”