Step Too Far

Author’s Note: This was written as a gift for my lovely friend, Sintari. It’s a prequel to her story, Lines (http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=544175731), do. If you haven’t read that, do.
Warnings: NC-17. Sexual content. Bad language. Naruto/Neji.
Disclaimer: I’m making no money on this.

Step Too Far

Chakra and blood hummed through Neji’s body like an electric current; hot, sharp, and achy. Unspent adrenaline buzzed in him. His hands shook. His whole body was warm and weak with relief.

The evening air was humid, but cooling. It smelled like summer, heavy with grass and flowers and rotten fruit, dust and tar.

There was blood on his hands and drying on his face. Some of it was his. Most of it wasn’t.

Neji smiled his satisfaction as he walked. The mission had been a success. It had been a success because they--Naruto and himself--had been perfect. Any mistake, any tiny human error, and they would have failed. If either of them had hesitated at the wrong moment, if they’d rushed or slipped, or if they had miscalculated, or made a sound... but they hadn’t. They had been flawless. Success was so much more than sweet. It was heady.

Naruto walked ahead of him, grinning like a maniac and punching the air at random. He moved with more energy than Neji could credit, jumping and laughing, and radiating victory in giddy waves. His blond hair was a beacon in the dark alley. His eyes were the impossible, searing blue of a gas flame. His teeth were white. They caught the light and shone, faint and wet.

“That was fucking amazing,” Naruto said at one point, his voice barely containing his excitement. It seemed at once laughing and strained. Neji smiled wider at the sound. “I mean, fuck.”

He shouted then, and the sound rebounded through confined space while he pumped his fist in the air. If he weren’t so tired, Neji had no doubt Naruto would have been running up the walls and turning handsprings.

Neji chuckled softly.

“We work pretty well together sometimes,” Naruto continued after a moment. When he could hold still enough to speak, Neji thought, amused. “I mean, I knew you were a genius, and I’m a fucking spectacular ninja, but that was still amazing.”

Naruto spun around, arms thrown wide as he walked backward. He looked like a wild messiah. His Anbu tattoo was a faint, broken swirl on his bicep. His hands were open, like he’d catch rain that wasn’t falling.

“It was a good mission,” Neji allowed indulgently.

And Naruto laughed.

“You don’t have to pretend it wasn’t fan-fucking-tastic for you, too,” the blond said, winking. “I know that look.”

Still smiling, Neji met Naruto’s gaze. “What look is that?”

Naruto’s grin flashed, narrowing his eyes to crescents. His arms fell to his sides. He tensed, shifting his weight. Neji waited for another outburst.

He didn’t expect to be pushed against the alley wall, though, with Naruto’s broad, callused hands on each of his shoulders, brick scraping his back, and their bodies brought into tight alignment. Naruto’s chest pressed against his. Naruto’s crotch fit flush against his thigh.

“Like you just got lucky,” he said, then paused, rolling his hips once to punctuate the words. “With a fucking double-jointed nymphomaniac.” That grin was too close, and wicked. He thrust again. His mouth was an immediate heat on the base of Neji’s neck. Teeth closed over Neji’s collarbone. Naruto moaned in a teasing falsetto, muffled by skin.

Neji’s body went off like flash powder to a spark.

Naruto pulled away. He didn’t move far enough, though. Even fighting for his life, Neji had never been more aware of every inch of space between his body and another’s.

“Like you just shot the biggest goddamn load of your life,” Naruto husked, breath fanning Neji’s cheek.

Neji choked on the air in his lungs. He tasted salt and metal already, the bittersweet dregs of sex.

Then Naruto melted away from him, laughing.

Before he could think, Neji caught Naruto by the front of his shirt. He pulled the other man back. Their mouths came together in a demanding kiss. Naruto was a warmth across the front of him. He smelled like copper and sweat.

Naruto’s lips went lax under Neji’s. Shock was written in the line of his shoulders and the give of his lips. It was in his wide, blank eyes. Naruto’s hands landed on Neji’s chest. His fingers curled hard, biting into muscle.

Neji kissed Naruto until Naruto kissed him back. The other man’s lips were dry against his. His mouth had a flavor like blood. Like something vital. Neji tasted it, ran his tongue along Naruto’s lips, and had Naruto’s tongue thrust into his own mouth.

There was no air, no ground. There was a wall at his back, and a body squeezing him against it, and hands on his chest moving up to his neck. There were short nails digging into his skin as Naruto’s fingers moved to their own logic.

He wanted to open Naruto up and pour all the nervous energy leftover from their mission into him. He wanted to suck the energy out of Naruto until he was empty and shaking.

When he finally pulled back, Neji was panting and light headed. Blue eyes bored into him like augers. Sasuke was reflected in those eyes, it seemed. And Neji had the decency to feel guilty, because he shouldn’t have done that. Because Naruto was the kind of person for whom something blatantly sexual wasn’t necessarily an invitation. Hinata was there too, and Gai, and Tsunade, and all the other people who would tell him this was a bad idea. His stomach clenched.

The air he breathed in was still Naruto. It was a part of him his skin couldn’t contain. Naruto still pushed against him, hot and solid, and Neji could feel him, hard.

Naruto kissed him again, and he shut his eyes, ignoring everyone else.

Naruto’s mouth was wetter now, his flavor stronger. The kiss turned slick. Naruto bit Neji’s lips; his teeth were sharp. His hands were coarse, and one of them took a fistful of Neji’s hair. He pulled, forcing him to arch his neck. Neji hissed and bit Naruto back.

Running his hands down the length of Naruto’s body, Neji traced its contours through his clothes. He was compact, all short lines and taut muscles. He twitched under Neji’s caress.

Neji stopped at Naruto’s cock and stroked it through his pants. His other hand fell to his own erection. He palmed them both artlessly. They were both warm; Naruto, damp over the tip.

Groaning, Naruto moved away from Neji’s mouth. Neji’s lips tingled, half-numb but very, very alive as Naruto kissed his neck.

“Don’t stop,” Naruto whispered. “Don’t stop.” He could barely hear it over his own pulse racing in his ears.

“Wasn’t going to.” Neji murmured the reply into Naruto’s hair.

He fumbled with the draw string on Naruto’s pants, tearing out the laces hastily. Neji reached inside, suddenly clumsy. His fingers searched the shape of Naruto’s erection, heavy and thick through his boxers. Then he slipped in through Naruto’s fly. Bare skin burned his hand, and Naruto groaned in his ear. The fist buried in Neji’s hair tightened convulsively. Leaning heavily on the wall, he finally freed Naruto’s cock.

Naruto’s other hand hesitated cupping Neji’s neck, but presently it moved to his crotch. The pressure was a painful kind of reprieve, and he shivered. Chills raced over his back despite the heat of the night.

The body tangled with his was a furnace.

Neji rocked into Naruto’s hand. He wanted more. He wanted to be inside Naruto. He wanted Naruto inside him. But he couldn’t wait. He fucked Naruto’s hand, and he pulled Naruto’s cock hard. Naruto was probably getting the roughest handjob of his life. Neji couldn’t slow down enough to care, even when Naruto’s teeth clamped down on his shoulder.

But Naruto thrust back, too, and the sounds he made now were masculine. Growls and moans vibrated against Neji’s bones. He trembled, fighting to breathe at all.

Neji closed his eyes, clenched his jaw.

Naruto drew blood. He licked at the wound, sucked on it, and Neji gasped. His stomach tightened. His cock throbbed and tingled.

He itched, but didn’t. He hurt, but wanted more.

It wasn’t even lust. It was raw and sharp-edged, and the orgasm it coaxed out of him was so jagged, he couldn’t really call it pleasure at all. It just was.

It washed him out, leaving him breathless and hollow.

Numbly, he pumped Naruto. Naruto’s cock throbbed, jerking in Neji’s hand. His grunts were puffs of air against his sensitive skin. Naruto hid his face against Neji’s neck when he came. He cursed and choked, and when it was done, he caught himself on Neji rather than slide to the ground.

Coming down bit by bit, Neji found himself dirty, battered and pinned to a wall in an alley. Cum ran in thick rivulets down his fingers.

Naruto was heavy on his chest. The hand in Neji’s hair relaxed slowly. With caution that might have been funny under other circumstances, Naruto unwound his hand and used it to brace himself against the wall. He pushed away from Neji with equal care. Naruto swallowed hard, licking his lips, and flinched.

Their eyes met. Naruto’s expression closed perceptibly.

Neji didn’t move as Naruto disentangled himself. Naruto’s hands shook, and he doubted it had anything to do with adrenaline or sex. The younger ninja looked down at himself, then back at Neji.

“That’s not happening again,” was all Naruto said as he turned away, tucking himself back into his pants. His voice was soft, less certain than Neji knew he wanted it to be.

Neji stayed there long after Naruto walked out of his sight, giving him a long head start.

His head fell back against the bricks behind him.

His body was slow to cool.