Captivation

Notes from Kuro: Hey kids! How's it going? Yes, I know, you're probably wondering why I haven't updated any of my older fics. Here's the skinny on that one: I'm one of those unfortunate souls that can't write a completed story. I know the beginning, middle, and end, but can't string it together to save my life. So! One-shots it is, then.

And yes, this fic is inspired by Hatsumomo's "Blindfolded", but before we start pointing fingers and saying I'm copying them, please note that aside from the very basic idea of the story, it's an entirely different piece. If a fight is going to break out, I'll be happy to take the punches from Hatsumomo themself. Thank you, and please enjoy.

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Consciousness came slowly to the ANBU captain, his head feeling like someone had packed it with cotton, and the taste that lingered in his mouth was unpleasant at best. But once Neji's senses collected their bearings, he snapped to attention, leather creaking in protest as he found both his hands and feet bound. From what he could tell, he was tied to a chair, a blindfold wrapped tightly over his eyes. A derisive snort escaped him, as if such a thing could stop him from using his bloodline limit.

"Byakugan!" The powerful command became a hiss of pain, and he threw himself back against the chair to escape the stinging sensation around his watering eyes. The blindfold had been enhanced with chakra, its purpose to specifically block his doujutsu.

"Shh..." Warm fingers pressed against his cheek, wiping away the single bead of water that had rolled down his cheek. He flinched away from the touch, a low crooning sound broke the silence as the fingers returned, stroking his cheek. No matter how he tried to lean away and escape he found it only earned him soft laughter. Rather familiar laughter, but it was hushed, and colored with something that made his hair stand on end.

"Careful, you don't want to hurt yourself." A weight settled across his thighs, and the scent of herbal shampoo invaded his senses much as the woman invaded his space, pressing herself against him. Her breath was warm on his cheek as she spoke. "You should relax."

"Who are you, what do you want?" He bared his teeth in a silent snarl, his frustration mounting as he realized he wouldn't be able to break his restraints, his captor having taken the time to enhance those with chakra as well. A muscle tensed in his jaw as he bit back the thought that he was at this woman's mercy. "Where am I?"

"You're safe." His heart was pounding beneath her palm, and he could hear her smile in her voice. Her fingers drew delicate, curling designs on his exposed skin at his throat. "As for the other two...I'll let you guess." She pressed her lips against his jaw and he could feel her smiling, and he let out a startled gasp as she suddenly bit down. The woman worked her way up to his ear, leaving a path of warm kisses and nips and connecting them with a wet trail as she teased his skin with her tongue. As she took his earlobe into her mouth, sucking and nibbling to her content, he let out a hiss at the sudden sensation of fingernails dragging across his jaw where her mouth had yet to explore.

"Neji," he stiffened at the way she purred his name in his ear, all his nerve endings clamoring for attention. She nuzzled his hair, her lips brushing the outer shell of his ear. "If you promise to be a good boy, I'll untie you. But only if you're good. Keep fighting me and it'll only be worse for yo--ah!"

He had twisted in her grip and was determined to leave a mark of his own, biting down on her throat, her pulse fluttering beneath his tongue. His hands might have been tied, but it didn't mean he was helpless. A low sound worked its way out of his chest as he threatened to break the skin, his growl almost lost to her moans and gasps. A delicate hand fisted in his hair as his tongue worked over her pulse, her other hand wrapped around the back of his neck, kneading the muscle as she squirmed. When he finally released her they were panting for air, he could feel his skin heat up and the way he was suddenly being stifled by his clothes. As much as he loathed it, every sound she made was like a hot electric jolt to his system, and he found himself returning her gestures as she nuzzled against him.

When her forehead pressed against his, he found her skin was slick with sweat, her breathing ragged as it mixed with his. She might be his captor, but she was not as unaffected by his presence as she liked to appear. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his smug confidence returning. The young woman tsked when she saw it. "Looks like I might have to punish you after all."

She slid off his lap, her fingers trailing down his arms and thighs as she did. "And here I was thinking of at least giving you your hands back. You'll just simply have to do without."

The sound of rustling fabric and zippers being undone reached his ears, and when she returned, she began removing his clothes with an almost professional air. His shirt was pushed back from his shoulders, leaving his chest bare, and she nipped at his collar bone as her fingers deftly unfastened his pants. Soon they were slid out from beneath him and bunched up around his knees, leaving him feeling exposed as his erection strained against the fabric of his underwear.

"Oooh," she purred, he could sense her leaning closer, the clean scent that clung to her almost overpowered by the musky smell of arousal. He hissed and strained against his bonds as she explored his length through the cloth with her fingers. "A fundoshi, how traditional." The way she said the word should by all accounts have been illegal. "I don't think I've seen one of those before."

When she draped her arm across his shoulders to whisper in his ear, her bare skin pressed against him, the feel of her soft breasts making his member twitch. "I think it looks good on you."

Distracting herself with his other ear, she palmed his length, cupping and squeezing it as she seemed to test all the different ways to make him gasp and moan. It was as if his body refused to heed his commands anymore. His hips bucked and ground against her hand, his thighs tensing and flexing as he tried to get more than his bindings would allow. All the while she would hum in approval in his ear, her mouth busy finding all the weak places on his throat and ears. Taunting him until his throat was raw and he was so hard it ached, he was just on the verge of release when she was gone.

Left sprawled in the chair, he fought to regulate his breathing, his hair sticking to his skin. The darkness behind the blindfold was absolute, but he still managed to see stars when he nearly choked as she suddenly returned, grinding her hips against his. His fundoshi was quickly dampening from both of their fluids, and he could feel her shiver with excitement. Her thighs hugged his hips, her inquisitive fingers working their way along the tightly wrapped fabric to find the loose ends. With a little bit of work on her part, they finally came free, and she tugged the slick fabric aside. He winced at how cool her fingers were against his overheated skin, and the way her hands worked his body with expert precision. He could feel the sweat beading on his brow, the way it was dampening his hair at the back of his neck.

He was just opening his mouth to make a scathing remark when he felt her slide the head of his swollen penis between her slippery folds. She gave a relieved sigh and took at least half of him in a quick thrust of her hips, whereas his heart and lungs seemed to stop, as if they'd forgotten how they were supposed to work. She gave a breathy laugh as if she were taunting him, running her fingers through his hair.

"Cat got your tongue, captain? Or did you just forget how to speak?" Damn the woman, he could hear the way she was smiling at him, lost as he was to the way she enveloped him. Wet heat engulfing him as she slowly sank, sighing softly as every inch was slowly encased within her. She paused a moment to catch her breath as her hips met his again, and he itched to break the bonds that held him so he could show the woman who she was really dealing with. But that angry thought was soon gone as she began to move.

Every rock of her hips brought her closer to the edge, signaled by the way she tensed around him, her throaty moans masking his panting. Shaky hands gripped his shoulders as she rode him, angling her hips so that every thrust made her inner muscles clench, forcing a whimper out of her. It wasn't long before he realized his name was mixed in with her cries, his erection twitching in response to her pleasured gasps. Clenching his teeth he tried to hold out, waiting until she would lose herself. He didn't have long to wait, as the woman doubled her efforts, the chair creaking ominously while she froze above him, her grip crushing and the rippling sensation along his length triggering his own release.

When it was over, he couldn't be sure if he blacked out or not, thanks to the blindfold, but he knew for a fact he was stiff all over. He groaned, trying to pop his neck loose of the kinks it had acquired since he had collapsed against the chair. A soft moan somewhere near his ear let him know it hadn't been that long, and he found himself flinching as his vision was filled with blinding brightness.

"Hey beautiful, how're you doing?" Glossy pink hair spilled over his 'captor's' shoulders as she stroked his sweaty face, her green eyes dark from their activities.

"Woman, if you don't get these handcuffs off me right now, you will regret it." Neji glared at his lover, but the effect was marred by the shiver up his spine that came when she leaned back to regard him ruefully.

"Not with that tone, I won't. What happened to please?" Sakura pouted, her lips swollen as she gave him a look that would've made a lesser man break out in a cold sweat.

"Please. Now get them off or I'll bite you again." He snapped his teeth at her and she squealed, even as she leaned out of the way of his lunge.

"Oh all right. You can be such a touchy brute some times." She clucked at him and leaned against him as she reached behind to unbuckle his leather cuffs. It gave him a perfect view of her flushed features and a close-up of the purpling mark he left on her throat.

"I really got you this time, didn't I? Looks like you're going to have to cover it up." He frowned slightly, reaching up to brush careful fingers over the swollen flesh. "Serves you right for being a tease, though." He gave her backside a good swat and she yelped, her cheeks flushing darker as her insides tightened around him.

"Neji! You're horrible sometimes, I swear." She gave him the most scandalized look, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You more than earn it Sakura, now get off so I can get the rest of these blasted things off. Really, when I asked you out, you should've warned me you had so many fetishes. Now up." He gave her a boost and she slid off with a mew of loss, and he patted her thigh reassuringly.

"Telling you would've ruined all the fun." She sulked, curling up on their bed and playing with a corner of the blankets. She pouted at him while he bent over to unbuckle the ankle cuffs, enjoying the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin. "Anyway, I only discovered half of them after we started going out. Besides, you should've seen the look on your face when I did tell you. Plus, for all your complaints, you look like you enjoyed it." She lounged on the bed, one arm dangling off the side as she pillowed her head on the other.

"Oh really now." He loomed over her, planting one hand on the mattress on either side of her, effectively pinning her to the bed. She let out a meep of surprise, trying to roll onto her back but only running into his arm. Big green eyes stared up at him like a startled doe, her bosom heaving enticingly. His lips pulled back in a decidedly evil leer, watching as she tried to shrink back from him. "I think it's time we try those cuffs on you."

She had little warning before he was upon her, her cry of "Neji!" was somewhere between delight and exasperation. He did have to admit, his pink-haired minx was never boring, and he found himself chuckling as he wrestled her on the bed. At least tonight she wouldn't be waking him with her pleas, she'd be far too tired by the time he was through with her.

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A/N: Comments and critiques are, as always, very appreciated.