Never Ends

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Never Ends


Neji cursed fate and the hand it had dealt him. He curled tighter into himself under the down-filled duvet, trying to block the sounds just on the edge of his hearing.

He didn’t need to activate the Byakugan to identify the owner of the footsteps that were moving stealthily, steadily towards his apartment in the Hyuga Compound.

Generally, he liked his apartment. It was nice, modestly furnished, sparsely decorated, but comfortably sized for a bachelor Jounin. Like every apartment in the compound, it was fashioned in the traditional style, with thin wooden outer walls and thick paper inner, with sliding doors throughout.

Generally, Neji didn’t mind these shortcomings, as his small apartment was situated a little apart from the rest of the bachelors. He liked the quiet and the small amount of privacy the arrangement afforded. Generally.

However, he had soon discovered the real reasoning behind the selection of such a particular apartment for his benefit.

Hiashi had engineered it.

There was no knock on his front door, there never was, and never had been in the whole six months he had lived here, there was just a simple, small sound of a key turning the lock. Neji still locked the door of course, even now, if only to remind of his resistance to being treated in such a way.

He timed the movements by counting his breaths. In… out… in… out… in… out…the front door closed with a soft click and the footsteps made their unhurried way through his apartment.

Three nights after he had first moved in was when things had changed.

Hinata had come to him. In tears.

She told him about the visits from her father. The visits that had started so innocently, but soon became anything but. They started when she was only four years old. When she hit puberty, the visits lessened, but did not stop altogether. As Hinata’s visit’s lessened, Hanabi became his new target and she grew distant, cold, determined, eventually becoming their father’s favourite.

Until, once again, puberty thwarted him and he returned to Hinata, who by that time was a Kunoichi and on the prerequisite birth-control.

Now that Neji had moved into the Compound proper, reached Jounin level, Hinata hoped for help.

But, after confronting his uncle, Neji found himself figuratively and physically backed into a corner. Hiashi promised to punish his daughter for breaking her silence, but he also made it abundantly clear that there was nothing Neji could do – he owned the clan, and it was Neji’s word against the entire family.

And though Hiashi may not have taken the Shinobi path, he was an incredibly powerful and skilled man. Before Neji had time to even think, he was on the floor unable to move, barely able to breath.

Hiashi took him, there and then, on the floor of his private office. It had been one of the most humiliating and excruciatingly painful half hours of his life. Hiashi tore his clothing, bit his body, marked his skin and when it was over, left him alone in silence, bleeding, bruised; fighting back tears of shame and humiliation.

Hinata had been sent to clean him up.

Sobbing as she helped him to stand, to re-cloth himself, to heal what she could, Hinata apologised over and over again, for her stupidity, her lack of aforethought, for getting him involved. She felt it was her fault, that it was all her fault.

But as Neji lay alone and in pain in his bed that night, he knew differently. Hiashi knew Hinata would ask him for help. He had set them both up and now he reaped the rewards. He took his pleasure from them both.

The footsteps stopped outside his closed bedroom door. Another signal to his uncle that he would not be cowed. It was a small resistance, but at least it was something. Occasionally, Hiashi would mention the doors; ask him not to lock the front, to leave his room open. But Neji refused to acquiesce.

The panel door slid open, his uncle’s figure filled the doorway for a moment, and then the door slid closed again. Hiashi moved into the room proper. Neji closed his eyes, fisted the duvet and waited.

There was a rustle of cloth as Hiashi removed his kimono, draping it carefully over the back of Neji’s desk-chair. A dip on the mattress told him it was time. He clenched his fists, his jaw, his eyes, but willed his body to relax otherwise as Hiashi slipped under the duvet behind him and spooned up against him.

As always, his uncle was naked and already aroused; his erection pressing into the small of Neji’s back. A hand slipped over his hip and palmed his groin. “Take your clothes off, Neji.”

Another small form of resistance. Before moving to the compound proper, Neji had slept in only lightweight pants, but now, on nights he knew his uncle was visiting, he wore full pyjamas and yukata. It gave him time to ready himself. Whenever he was surprised by Hiashi, he had no time and was taken dry.

He rarely slept now, without the yukata. Just in case.

He climbed ponderously to his feet and dropped the yukata to the floor, the top and trousers followed.

“Everything, Neji.”

He forced back a growl and dropped his underwear, before climbing slowly back into his bed. Hiashi pulled him against his chest, spooning again, the erection throbbing between his now bare cheeks. Neji carefully dug the half-empty tube of lubrication from between the mattress and the headboard. He thrust it at his uncle. The man chuckled, deep in his chest. “Eager? Good.”

There was no preparation. But then, there never was and Neji had grown used to it. After a bare minimum of time, Neji trying to block out the wet sounds of lube being applied to cock, he felt the head press against his opening.

The blunt hardness pressed, but did not penetrate. Neji tried not to squirm. His uncle was playful tonight.

“Say you want it, Boy.”

Neji clenched his teeth and shook his head. Never.

Teeth bit into his neck, the arch of flesh between true neck and shoulder, bit deep. It would bruise by morning. Still Neji refused. An arm snaked over his chest and wrapped tight, pulling him harshly back against his uncle’s body.

Teeth grazed his ear, lips ghosted over his skin. “Say it, or she will regret it tomorrow.” The erection pressed harder, but still did not penetrate. Neji squirmed. Gave in.

“…I want it…” he almost whispered.

“Louder, Boy.” The erection pressed harder and slowly began to breach his opening.

“I want it, Uncle!”

“Good Boy.” Hiashi pushed hard, breached all the way through and in, let out a groan as he did. Kept pushing until hips met backside and then paused.

“That’s good, Boy.”

Neji refused to answer. He concentrated on not giving in to the pain. He hated this, truly, truly hated this. But he put himself through it for Hinata and Hanabi’s sakes. If he refused, fought back, they received Hiashi’s anger, his fury.

Neji had learned that the first time Hiashi had come to him. He had fought; he had fought and fought with all his might, but Hiashi had worn him out and then taken him anyway, dry, hard and fast.

The next day, he had been forced to watch as Hiashi took first Hanabi, then Hinata, all the while telling them it was Neji’s fault he was doing this, Neji’s fault he was being so harsh. Wasn’t he a loving father? Didn’t he take care of them?

Hiashi had been brutal and the girls had cried, in agony and fear.

Neji hadn’t fought again since.

Hiashi pulled out and began to thrust. Hands roamed everywhere over Neji’s body, nails leaving deep red marks on his skin, fingertips leaving bruises on his hips. Neji closed his eyes, trying to breath through the pain.

Teeth began to scrape over his neck and shoulders, then to bite and chew. Soon, they drew blood and he couldn’t stop the tears leaking from his eyes.

Hiashi was grunting behind him, chewing his flesh, lapping up his blood, thrusting hard and painful within him.

A hand fisted into his long hair, wrapping the strands around elegant fingers, before tugging. Neji’s head snapped back, eyes opening, unable to stop the gasp of pain and shock.

“Good Boy. Cry for me, Boy.”

The thrusting slowed slightly, but every thrust into him was harder, deeper now. Calculated to give pleasure-pain. This was what Neji hated the most. That his body, without his consent, could feel any pleasure at all. But it did. Each inward thrust hit against his prostate and soon his own erection was heavy.

Hiashi let go of his hair and grabbed Neji’s unwilling erection, fisting it in time with his thrusts. Neji cried out, more tears seeping out against his will. But he didn’t care, that was what Hiashi wanted – to see him humiliated and weak.

Hiashi’s thrusts became erratic, no longer coldly calculated, but simply lost in the pleasure. Neji waited for it to happen. He begged, silently, in his head, that it would be soon.

The hand on his erection worked harder and faster, apparently so Hiashi could see him come first. Neji let it happen. He hated it, but he let his body feel the pleasure, building below his stomach, in his balls. He gasped, panted, arched back into his uncle’s chest and came. Fresh tears were shed as he did.

The come coated hand moved up to his face and he knew what his uncle wanted him to do. So he did it. He sucked the fingers clean of his own come; all the while, Hiashi thrust erratically into him, panting, groaning; biting on his shoulders.

Finally, finally Hiashi came. He went silent as he did, simply grabbing Neji’s hips in a death grip, pulling him tight against him as he pulsed deep inside his nephew.

All was silent for a number of minutes. Neji could feel the cock inside him slowly wilting, could feel the mixture of come, lube and blood trying to seep out of him. Hiashi panted slowly back to normal breathing and then abruptly pulled out.

Neji keened, but not in loss, in freedom. His hands fisted into the sheets and he buried his face in his pillow. Hiashi ignored him, walked to the bathroom, cleaned himself and dressed. Neji didn’t move.

Eventually, when Hiashi was satisfied, he stepped to Neji’s side and leaned down. He brushed strands of hair from his face and leaned down to his ear.

“You are to marry Hinata. You will both move into the Main Branch family home. Enjoy what little freedoms you still have.”

Neji watched as his uncle left the same way he had arrived.

As his uncle’s spendings seeped gently from his hole, he tried not to think what marrying Hinata and moving into the Main Branch family home would mean for the two of them.

Surely, this would never end.


~Fin~


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