A Little Bit Of Peace And Quiet

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A Little Bit Of Peace And Quiet

By yaoilovergirl

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It was only the beginning of June yet the air was already hot and humid like it usually would be in August. Flowers, animals and men alike suffered in the swelting heat. The ground was dry and cracked where the sun hit it with burning intensity. The humming of bees and flies could be heard, mixing with the twittering and chirping of hundreds of birds, creating a cacophony of sounds.

Neji had been training in the woods as usual. The thick crowns of the trees giving him a much desired shelter from the blistering heat of the sun, cooling the air around him to a breathable level.

After hours of training he decided to sit down and rest for a bit. Feeling the clothing sticking to his skin in an uncomfortable manner, soaked with sweat, he wished he hadn’t been brought up with as much decorum. Because then he could just have shed his bothersome tunic and be done with it. But NO, he was a damn Hyuuga and Hyuuga’s never sweated. Or if they dared to do it they never ever would admit to it by shedding their clothing like NORMAL people would do. Nope, they would rather die of heatstroke. What a mess.

As Shikamaru would put it – mendokuse.

And with a stick stuck up his ass as big as a tree, Kiba would say.

Or, scratching his head with a confused look upon his face, a rather naïve Naruto would wonder if that has ever happened – a Hyuuga dieing of heatstroke because he wouldn’t dare to remove his clothing.

Leaning back against the trunk of an old oak tree, Neji closed his eyes and tried to still his errand thoughts.

Taking deep breaths he continued to suffer in silence AND with clothes on. Trying to cool his body down. A rather fruitless undertaking since there wasn’t even the slightest breezes of winds.

Just when he decided to get up and go home to take cold shower he heard a distinct rumble in the distance, alerting him to an upcoming storm. And only seconds later the first few drops of water hit the dry earth, creating dark spots.

Neji had two choices now. The first one would be to run as fast as he could and hope he would be home before the few drops turned into a solid downpour. Or the second – stay where he was and wait until the worst was over before going home. The next booming thunder, directly above his nead now, made the decision easier.

Making himself a bit more comfortable, he streched out his long legs in front of him and closed his eyes again. He could hear the rain getting stronger and only a few minutes later the first drop landed on his right foot, sending a slight chill through his body. Looking down at his feet, the longhaired Jounin leaned forward at pulled off his sandals, leaving his feet bare and exposed to the rain. The cold rain felt good on his heated skin and he closed his eyes again to enjoy this unexpected time of peace and quiet.

Letting his senses become awake, taking in the senstaions of the forest around him. His nostrils flared as he took in the smell of wet earth, musky and strong, causing him to inhale deeply. He could feel his lungs expand as they were filled with the now clean tasting air, making it seem to the young shinobi as if he hadn’t breathed fresh air in ages.

His ears made out the sounds of the raindrops hitting the bushes and trees around him, creating a soothing noise.

Due to the drop in temperature, Neji felt a slight shiver running through his body, heightening his awareness of his skin. The dry grass tickeling his legs, where his pants didn’t cover them. The rough bark of the tree behind him where a few strands of his hair were caught.

And for the first time in his life Neji felt at peace with himself and his sorroundings. Not only his body came to rest in this small clearing but also his very soul seemed to loose a little bit of the heavyness he always carried with him. Finally he could relax fully, even if just for a few minutes. But he took everything he could get.

Opening his eyes again he activated his Byakugan, looking at the forest and its inhabitants. Seeing them come to life with this little reprive from the heat. A few squirrels were bickering back and forth over a few berries, reminding Neji of Sasuke and Naruto, which in turn made him chuckle. When he saw a small rabbit watching the squirrels, he added Sakura to the picture in his mind and this time he couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him. It sounded foreign to his own ears. And he knew why. It was such a long time ago he had laughed this openly. In the Hyyuga household everything was about iron discipline and control. Time for laughter was wasted time.

But here, now he was free to do as he wished. De-activating his Byakugan, he closed his eyes again and simply let the feelings and wash through him. His heart beat strong and calm in his chest, pumping blood through his veins. The chakra flowed steadily and a soft breeze stroked his hair.

A sudden realization made him blush. It seemed his hormones had taken this chance of total relaxation to make themselves know in a rather embaressing manner. It wasn’t as if this was the first time he had an erection but it certainly was the first time it happened in the open. All the other times were related to steamy dreams that left him panting and wide awake in the middle of the night or with a sticky mess come morning. Never did ‘it’ happen in broad daylight.

Neji was lost. He didn’t know what he should do. Ignoring it seems to be the best idea. So he settled back to wait and think about trivial matters such as his training or what he would eat for dinner that evening.

Minutes later he was shifting restlessly, still in the same ‘condition’ and now plagued by thoughts about his fellow shinobis. For example that time where he caught Sasuke and Naruto making out behind the ramen stand, both flushed with desire and Naruto panting against Sasuke’s neck, while the dark haired ninja stroked the blonds’ arousel through his pants.

Or the day he witnessed Shikamaru and Kakashi going at it in the onsen.

Both times he had to head home as fast as possible and relieve the ‘tension’ these scenes had caused.

Now, too, it seemed as if he had no choice but to refrain to such measures because he certainly couldn’t go home with a hard-on. Or maybe he should. Grinning when he tried to picture Hiashi-sama’s or Hinata-sama’s faces when they saw him like this, Neji shook his head and looked down at his little ‘problem’.

With a firm resolve he thoroughly scanned the area with his Byakugan, before he let his hand slide down his chest to the hem of his pants. Slipping inside, he shivered as his cool hand met with heated skin.

Shifting his hips a little bit to have a better angle, he slowly gripped his manhood, feeling it twitch and swell beneath his fingers. Taking a deep breath Neji closed his eyes and let his hand be guided by instinct.

Slow, drawnout strokes teased his already raging hormones, turning the small flicker of desire into a blazing inferno, which slowly, but surely consumed him totally, until he was gasping and whimpering in need. His hand closed in a loose fist around his cock, smearing precum along the pulsing length. His slender hips began to thrust upwards, seeking more friction. His second hand slipped beneath his tunic, caressing his chest and pinching his nipples until they hurt. He let them go and stroked upwards, over his sensitive neck, caressing it with butterfly touches of his fingers before continuing over his chin to his lips. Outlining them, tracing them, caressing them, like a lover would do right before kissing him.

And then Neji did something he had never done before – he imagined someone being there with him. Imagined that it were not his own fingers bringing him pleasure but the hands of someone else. Letting his mind shift through people, it came to a halt at a startling clear image of Shikamaru. Head thrown back in ecstasy while Kakashi pounded into him, small cries leaving his arched throat.

And Neji’s arousel suddenly skyrocketed. Leaving HIM to cry out.

Another idea came to his mind, making him dizzy with want and need. What would it feel like to have someone punding into you? Raking over that spot that, as rumors have it, makes you see stars. Would it be pianful to be streched like that? Or would the pain only be fleeting as pleasure took its place?

He wanted to find out.

Stopping the movements of his hand on his weeping cock, Neji slowly pushed his pants down his legs and off, throwing them to the side. Then he got onto his knees, trembling with desire. Harsh pants broke through the sounds of the falling rain. When he had positioned himself to his satisfaction, Neji sucked two fingers into his mouth, wetting them as thoroughly as he could, knowing it wasn’t the best lubricant but it was all he had at the moment. And he definitely didn’t want wait a minute longer. He could taste himself and altough it should have been disgusting to taste one’s own semen, he found he rather liked the salty-bitter taste. Licking and sucking it off his fingers make him think about Shikamaru again and about sucking on something else entirely. A groan broke free of his throat at that thought. Would Shika taste the same? Would he just stand there, watching Neji take his cock into his mouth? Or would he grab a hold of Neji’s head and just fuck his mouth like he wanted?

Neji’s scream vibrated against the fingers in his mouth when he almost came at that thought. Precome leaked out of his rock hard length and dripped onto the ground beneath him. He had to stop those thoughts now or else he would be cumming before he could even insert a single finger into himself.

Pulling the fingers from his mouth, he slowly reached back until he could stroke across the small puckered hole. Taking a shaky breath, he cautiously pushed against it, feeling it give slightly. He retreated again and instead massaged the tight ring of muscle. A spasm shook his body at the intense feeling and he suddenly yearned to bury his fingers in his ass. Pushing his first finger inside slowly, he imagined Shikamaru’s cock breaching him like this. And then it was all the way inside, encased in hot velvet and tight muscles. Neji became eager. Pulling out and returning with the second finger. Pushing in and, feeling the muscles strech in a slightly uncomfortable manner, staying still until he had adjusted. After a few deep breaths he slowly started to sink the fingers deeper into himself. His knees trembled as he felt his ass constrict around the invading digits, but not in an unpleasant way. After a few minutes, Neji started to move his hips pushing against the fingers in his ass, imagening it was Shika’s cock instead. Still looking for a better angle of his hand, he twisted his fingers slightly and was rewarded with a sensation that made his world spin. Crying out he pushed against that spot again…and again…and again. Until he was thrusting his hips in abandon and finger-fucking his ass like there was no tomorrow. Stars exploded behind closed eyeslids, moans and small cries echoed through the clearing and muscles started to tense. Lifting his second hand, which he had used to support his weight, to his cock, coated in his precome, he began a punishing rhythm. Spiralling towards ecstasy, one hand stroking his cock, the other buried behind him, fucking himself, Neji gave himself one last kick. Thinking back to the day he had seen Shikamaru and Kakashi, he still remembered the cry of completion that came from the young genius. Now he transformed it into his own name being shouted as Shikamaru came inside of him, spraying his insides with his hot cum.

The illusion catapulted Neji into his own orgasm, shooting his essence onto the ground and his chest. His scream startled a few birds and left his throat raw. Panting he carefully withdrew his fingers and then simply slumped to the ground. He knew his hair would be a mess and his tunic would look like he had fought Orochimaru himself in it but at the moment he couldn’t muster the energy to be all prim and proper. He lay there, letting his breathing even out. He could still feel his ass clenching and unclenching from time to time as if his fingers were still buried deep inside it. Or as if it hungered for more of this incredible feeling.

After what seemed like hours, Neji slowly lifted himself up from the ground, taking in the stains on his tunic and the dried grass and leaves in his hair. He still thought it was worth it.

Pulling on his pants and straightening out his top, he combed his fingers through his hair - after cleaning them of course - and finally made his way home. His mind still enjoying the aftereffects of his little time of ‘peace and quiet’.

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And in a nearby tree a young man with brown hair, fastened atop his head, sat frozen on the spot. His breathing unsteady, his blood pounding through his veins and his ears still ringing with the cry of completion – and his name.


OWARI


Alright folks, what do you think? Bad, worse than…, worst ever? R&R, please! Oh, and before I forget it, if you want me to, I could make this a two-shot. But only if I get at least 10 reviews, stating that I should write a second part ^_^


NOTE TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED: Since I got the requested 10 reviews, stating that I should write a second part, I'll do so. I already started on it but since I'm quite busy on weekdays and all of my weekends in July are full with flee-market, the AnimagiC (a German anime/manga con) and of course reading the last Harry Potter book that will come out on July, 21st I'm not sure if I can manage to upload it in July. I'll try my very best. But please don't be angry if I don't make it in time ^_^'

AND TO JULIS: check out pen_name's 'Adrenaline'...that's the part about Kakashi and Shikamaru..and it's sooooo hot ^_^ If you like Shika x Neji, you should also read her stories Unspoken Rules and More Unspoken Rules.