Walks in the Woods
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Walks in the Woods
A/N: This can easily stand alone, but would make more sense if you've read Best Laid Plans... And Best Laid Plans would make more sense if you've read the rest of my stuff. It's your call how in depth you want to go with your PWP ninja porn- Just putting it out there.
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The Hyuuga clan smiled knowingly as Neji and Hinata linked hands, threaded their way through the crowd of dinner guests, and discretely walked towards the most distant garden of the Hyuuga clan property. Engaged couples had taken private walks in that garden since the original formation of the clan. The older generation remembered their own walks along those paths while the younger generation looked forward to their turn being part of a shining couple in love, stealing moments of privacy.
Only Hinata's father frowned slightly, but quickly smoothed his features as he thought of the desirability of an heir... An heir with at least half a chance of being worth something.
Neji and Hinata held hands with genuine affection as they worked their way deeper into the winding maze of gardens, until they finally reached the tangled undergrowth that almost completely covered a mostly forgotten gate. Wordlessly, they squeezed each other's hand in an unspoken goodbye, each promising with their eyes to return within an hour. Not for the first time Neji said a silent prayer that no Hyuuga heir would be conceived that evening. If the gods were feeling mischievous, they just might find a way to produce a blonde haired, blue eyed child that would be very difficult to explain.
After they parted, Neji walked quickly down dark paths, sticking to a route unused by anyone (as far as he knew) except for himself. His heart pounded with anticipation, the fear and guilt acting as a stimulant to his desire.
With one furtive look over his shoulder he finally slipped into the woods and activated the Byakuugan only for the first ten minutes of his walk. After that, like all the other men who ventured into this part of the woods at this time of night, he walked under cover of the blackest darkness.
The apprehension from being sightless stroked his desire to a feverish pitch. He felt the crunch of each leaf and twig under his feet, and ran his palms across the rough trunks of each tree as he passed. He swam forward though the thick darkness, listening past the forest sounds and sounds of his own footfalls for the sound of other men. The sound of invitation.
He didn't allow himself to hope for the same man, the man who he had first encountered three Fridays ago, and who had been waiting for him for the two Fridays after that. Always the same time, and always the same place that Neji could find effortlessly by pace counts and touch. He told himself that he ignored the rustling sounds coming first from the left and then from the right of his chosen course out a sense of intuition... A sense of those anonymous encounters not being his fate that evening.
Not because his straining cock craved that man.
He slowed his pace and reveled in the feeling and sound of his heel striking the thick, dry crackle of leaf carpet, then rolling first one foot forward and then the other for ten... nine... eight.. right down to the very last step.
And then he stopped. And waited. And listened.
He didn't have long to wait. He felt the man step directly behind him, not touching at first... Just moving slowly forward until his large, muscular body was so close that one slight sway would press their fully clothed forms together.
Neji followed their unspoken rules and remained perfectly still, and perfectly silent. The men in the woods always remained silent.
He fought to calm himself, to quiet the ragged breaths that escaped from his body, betraying his aroused desperation. In this part of the woods he was free to be aroused, and desperate. A nameless, faceless thing to be fucked.
But rules were rules and knew he must... remain... silent.
He felt the man lean forward, breathing hot desire onto his neck. The darkness seemed to press down with tangible force, trying to physically push Neji backwards to press his waiting ass against the man's crotch.
He kept silent and still as his body screamed for contact and his mind shrieked one single word in endless repetition. Please, please, please, please....
It didn't take the man as long this time. Each week the man overcame his nervous hesitation more quickly and grabbed Neji's hips, slamming their bodies together with a feral jolt.
Under the anonymous cover of darkness Neji allowed his features to relax into open mouthed ecstasy as the man reached forward to clumsily grab his crotch, ensuring his hardness before using both hands to roughly jerk the pants down to Neji's ankles.
Neji followed their previous protocol and kicked out his pants, paying close attention to the feel of where they fell. Just the sound of the man unzipping had the Hyuuga's painfully erect cock dripping, greedily anxious for the fuck that was only moments away.
No kissing or stoking. No sucking or tender words. No words at all. Only a hurried series of wet-cold finger thrusts, the sound of rushed lubrication strokes behind him, and then the heady, hot, hard push of taut, tight penetration.
Neji bit his lips hard enough to draw blood as he braced his hands against a tree trunk and forced his body to relax... ease up... don't fight the pleasure...just relax.
He closed his eyes, somehow seeming to eliminate some of the darkness with this action. At the very moment his body unclenched enough to invite the man's cock in deeper, the man did something unprecedented... Something... Something Neji had no frame of reference for.
The man paused halfway into his thrust, hands resting firmly on Neji's hips, and pulled gently on Neji's hair until he had leaned far enough back to feel the man's lips press sweetly, if clumsily, onto his shoulder blade.
Neji froze, unsure, then melted back into the touch and broke a rule of the woods by letting soft sigh escape and float on top of the forest sounds.
The man abruptly let go of Neji's hair and thrust the rest of the way in, breaking the rules himself by uttering a loud, guttural grunt of pleasure the moment their bodies were flush.
Neji spread his fingers into stars and pressed his palms against the tree trunk as the man gripped his hips and pulled back.
Then the man surprised him again.
Instead of feeling the man's cock pound into him mercilessly, Neji felt the velvet soft head tracing gentle circles around his loosened entrance. He muffled his sharp intake of breath as much as he could when he felt the man press in teasingly, only to pull back out for more gentle entrance strokes.
Neji felt a drop of precum fall from his own heavy cock as the man fumbled to line himself up perfectly again, grip Neji's hips, and then push, pull back, thrust, pull back, again and again and again until the man's labored breathing matched Neji's, and the sweat falling onto Neji's back matched the pace of the sweat dripping from Neji's own forehead.
He arched his back as much as he could, accommodating the man's extraordinary size as well as he could in this position. Even under the cover of stifling darkness the man insisted on the most anonymous of positions, and refused to let Neji turn around.
Until he surprised him again.
Panting, the man pulled completely out of Neji, adding his groan of frustration to Neji's when their bodies separated.
Following the requests spoken only by touch and feel, Neji positioned himself on his back in the dry leaf carpet, pulling his legs up close to his chest and holding them in place while the man fumbled around and repositioned himself.
Like the impulse to laugh at a funeral or scream an obscenity during a religious ritual, Neji felt an insane urge to activate his Byakuugan. Just one look. Just... one... look...
The sudden thrust of cock full into his ass distracted him from any more temptation to break rules. He gritted his teeth and arched his back in abandon as the man thrust, pounded, and fucked him deep into the leaves, misting him with sweat and warming him with breathy groans.
Neji let go of his right leg and felt his hand flying over his own pulsing hardness... One, two, three strokes and he was coming with an intensity that threatened his consciousness. He heard his own cry before he registered the fact that he had uttered it, and it was several moments before he could process the man's animalistic orgasm as having been voiced so loudly that every man in the forest that evening must have heard it.
They both lay, twined together, for several full minutes, waiting until their bodies cooled slightly and the rightful silence had returned to their dark surroundings.
The man started to pull out. Then stopped. With his softening erection still half inside of Neji, he clumsily lowered himself and fumbled his lips softly over Neji's face until they connected for a gentle, lingering kiss.
Leaving Neji straining for more contact, he stood up and began the rustling ritual of clothes straightening.
Neji lay on the forest floor, panting, leaves tangled in his hair as he pressed his palms into the earth and struggled to catch his breath. As he heard the man zipping his pants he knew he only had a window of seconds to fly in the face of fate, break the rules, and flap his wings against his cage.
Focusing on the feeling of lips pressed against his own and refusing to allow himself to think he whispered, "I'm.... I'm... My name is Hyuuga Neji."
The words hung heavy in the air, the syllables scattering to become part of the oppressive, pressing darkness.
The man paused, remained perfectly silent for several beats, and then began his wordless retreat in the opposite direction from how Neji had approached.
Neji pressed his eyelids closed, fighting hysteria and panic. His heart pounded with a ferocity that made him fear for his life. His pulse raced in time with the litany of self-recrimination that ran through his mind.
What have I done, what have I done, what have I done...
The crunch of slowly returning footfalls entered his consciousness half a moment before a low voice muttered, "Morino Ibiki."
They went their separate ways into the silence and darkness, but both knew their way back by feel.
-END
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A/N: This is a pairing that I haven't been able to get out of my head ever since I read Andrew Shumway's story, Submissive: http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600093432
As always, rating and/or review feedback is very greatly appreciated. I think I stole that line pretty much verbatim from yaoi_is_my_antidrug, so I'll steal this too: ^___^ Oh.. and no pressure- but I'm an author who allows anonymous reviews. Call yourself whatever- pornLvr4eva... and let me know what you think- If you feel like it... <3
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The Hyuuga clan smiled knowingly as Neji and Hinata linked hands, threaded their way through the crowd of dinner guests, and discretely walked towards the most distant garden of the Hyuuga clan property. Engaged couples had taken private walks in that garden since the original formation of the clan. The older generation remembered their own walks along those paths while the younger generation looked forward to their turn being part of a shining couple in love, stealing moments of privacy.
Only Hinata's father frowned slightly, but quickly smoothed his features as he thought of the desirability of an heir... An heir with at least half a chance of being worth something.
Neji and Hinata held hands with genuine affection as they worked their way deeper into the winding maze of gardens, until they finally reached the tangled undergrowth that almost completely covered a mostly forgotten gate. Wordlessly, they squeezed each other's hand in an unspoken goodbye, each promising with their eyes to return within an hour. Not for the first time Neji said a silent prayer that no Hyuuga heir would be conceived that evening. If the gods were feeling mischievous, they just might find a way to produce a blonde haired, blue eyed child that would be very difficult to explain.
After they parted, Neji walked quickly down dark paths, sticking to a route unused by anyone (as far as he knew) except for himself. His heart pounded with anticipation, the fear and guilt acting as a stimulant to his desire.
With one furtive look over his shoulder he finally slipped into the woods and activated the Byakuugan only for the first ten minutes of his walk. After that, like all the other men who ventured into this part of the woods at this time of night, he walked under cover of the blackest darkness.
The apprehension from being sightless stroked his desire to a feverish pitch. He felt the crunch of each leaf and twig under his feet, and ran his palms across the rough trunks of each tree as he passed. He swam forward though the thick darkness, listening past the forest sounds and sounds of his own footfalls for the sound of other men. The sound of invitation.
He didn't allow himself to hope for the same man, the man who he had first encountered three Fridays ago, and who had been waiting for him for the two Fridays after that. Always the same time, and always the same place that Neji could find effortlessly by pace counts and touch. He told himself that he ignored the rustling sounds coming first from the left and then from the right of his chosen course out a sense of intuition... A sense of those anonymous encounters not being his fate that evening.
Not because his straining cock craved that man.
He slowed his pace and reveled in the feeling and sound of his heel striking the thick, dry crackle of leaf carpet, then rolling first one foot forward and then the other for ten... nine... eight.. right down to the very last step.
And then he stopped. And waited. And listened.
He didn't have long to wait. He felt the man step directly behind him, not touching at first... Just moving slowly forward until his large, muscular body was so close that one slight sway would press their fully clothed forms together.
Neji followed their unspoken rules and remained perfectly still, and perfectly silent. The men in the woods always remained silent.
He fought to calm himself, to quiet the ragged breaths that escaped from his body, betraying his aroused desperation. In this part of the woods he was free to be aroused, and desperate. A nameless, faceless thing to be fucked.
But rules were rules and knew he must... remain... silent.
He felt the man lean forward, breathing hot desire onto his neck. The darkness seemed to press down with tangible force, trying to physically push Neji backwards to press his waiting ass against the man's crotch.
He kept silent and still as his body screamed for contact and his mind shrieked one single word in endless repetition. Please, please, please, please....
It didn't take the man as long this time. Each week the man overcame his nervous hesitation more quickly and grabbed Neji's hips, slamming their bodies together with a feral jolt.
Under the anonymous cover of darkness Neji allowed his features to relax into open mouthed ecstasy as the man reached forward to clumsily grab his crotch, ensuring his hardness before using both hands to roughly jerk the pants down to Neji's ankles.
Neji followed their previous protocol and kicked out his pants, paying close attention to the feel of where they fell. Just the sound of the man unzipping had the Hyuuga's painfully erect cock dripping, greedily anxious for the fuck that was only moments away.
No kissing or stoking. No sucking or tender words. No words at all. Only a hurried series of wet-cold finger thrusts, the sound of rushed lubrication strokes behind him, and then the heady, hot, hard push of taut, tight penetration.
Neji bit his lips hard enough to draw blood as he braced his hands against a tree trunk and forced his body to relax... ease up... don't fight the pleasure...just relax.
He closed his eyes, somehow seeming to eliminate some of the darkness with this action. At the very moment his body unclenched enough to invite the man's cock in deeper, the man did something unprecedented... Something... Something Neji had no frame of reference for.
The man paused halfway into his thrust, hands resting firmly on Neji's hips, and pulled gently on Neji's hair until he had leaned far enough back to feel the man's lips press sweetly, if clumsily, onto his shoulder blade.
Neji froze, unsure, then melted back into the touch and broke a rule of the woods by letting soft sigh escape and float on top of the forest sounds.
The man abruptly let go of Neji's hair and thrust the rest of the way in, breaking the rules himself by uttering a loud, guttural grunt of pleasure the moment their bodies were flush.
Neji spread his fingers into stars and pressed his palms against the tree trunk as the man gripped his hips and pulled back.
Then the man surprised him again.
Instead of feeling the man's cock pound into him mercilessly, Neji felt the velvet soft head tracing gentle circles around his loosened entrance. He muffled his sharp intake of breath as much as he could when he felt the man press in teasingly, only to pull back out for more gentle entrance strokes.
Neji felt a drop of precum fall from his own heavy cock as the man fumbled to line himself up perfectly again, grip Neji's hips, and then push, pull back, thrust, pull back, again and again and again until the man's labored breathing matched Neji's, and the sweat falling onto Neji's back matched the pace of the sweat dripping from Neji's own forehead.
He arched his back as much as he could, accommodating the man's extraordinary size as well as he could in this position. Even under the cover of stifling darkness the man insisted on the most anonymous of positions, and refused to let Neji turn around.
Until he surprised him again.
Panting, the man pulled completely out of Neji, adding his groan of frustration to Neji's when their bodies separated.
Following the requests spoken only by touch and feel, Neji positioned himself on his back in the dry leaf carpet, pulling his legs up close to his chest and holding them in place while the man fumbled around and repositioned himself.
Like the impulse to laugh at a funeral or scream an obscenity during a religious ritual, Neji felt an insane urge to activate his Byakuugan. Just one look. Just... one... look...
The sudden thrust of cock full into his ass distracted him from any more temptation to break rules. He gritted his teeth and arched his back in abandon as the man thrust, pounded, and fucked him deep into the leaves, misting him with sweat and warming him with breathy groans.
Neji let go of his right leg and felt his hand flying over his own pulsing hardness... One, two, three strokes and he was coming with an intensity that threatened his consciousness. He heard his own cry before he registered the fact that he had uttered it, and it was several moments before he could process the man's animalistic orgasm as having been voiced so loudly that every man in the forest that evening must have heard it.
They both lay, twined together, for several full minutes, waiting until their bodies cooled slightly and the rightful silence had returned to their dark surroundings.
The man started to pull out. Then stopped. With his softening erection still half inside of Neji, he clumsily lowered himself and fumbled his lips softly over Neji's face until they connected for a gentle, lingering kiss.
Leaving Neji straining for more contact, he stood up and began the rustling ritual of clothes straightening.
Neji lay on the forest floor, panting, leaves tangled in his hair as he pressed his palms into the earth and struggled to catch his breath. As he heard the man zipping his pants he knew he only had a window of seconds to fly in the face of fate, break the rules, and flap his wings against his cage.
Focusing on the feeling of lips pressed against his own and refusing to allow himself to think he whispered, "I'm.... I'm... My name is Hyuuga Neji."
The words hung heavy in the air, the syllables scattering to become part of the oppressive, pressing darkness.
The man paused, remained perfectly silent for several beats, and then began his wordless retreat in the opposite direction from how Neji had approached.
Neji pressed his eyelids closed, fighting hysteria and panic. His heart pounded with a ferocity that made him fear for his life. His pulse raced in time with the litany of self-recrimination that ran through his mind.
What have I done, what have I done, what have I done...
The crunch of slowly returning footfalls entered his consciousness half a moment before a low voice muttered, "Morino Ibiki."
They went their separate ways into the silence and darkness, but both knew their way back by feel.
-END
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A/N: This is a pairing that I haven't been able to get out of my head ever since I read Andrew Shumway's story, Submissive: http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600093432
As always, rating and/or review feedback is very greatly appreciated. I think I stole that line pretty much verbatim from yaoi_is_my_antidrug, so I'll steal this too: ^___^ Oh.. and no pressure- but I'm an author who allows anonymous reviews. Call yourself whatever- pornLvr4eva... and let me know what you think- If you feel like it... <3