Caught

Author's note: This is a PWP that belongs in a series of mine called the Riskverse, the bulk of which is back on LJ, where you can find me under the name tonko_ni, or you can go follow the homepage link in my profile. The setting is barely relevant here except for an offhand mentions of kids that Naruto and Neji are raising.

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Neji roused, waking without moving, and smiled. “Welcome back,” he said. He rolled over and opened his eyes, looking at Naruto still in the process of climbing through the window. The heat of the day still hung heavy, even in the darkest time of the night, and Neji was stretched on the bed with no blankets or shirt.

“Aww,” Naruto exaggerated a petulant frown, and dropped to the floor, abandoning his attempt at sneaking in. “I could’ve sworn I had you that time.”

Neji watched him get undressed. Naruto hung his vest up and dropped his sweaty uniform top on the floor. He stepped out of his pants and left them in a matching heap. He walked to the bed, stretching with arms above his head and making a low groan in his throat. The dim moonlight through the window made things just visible, but the blue shadows of the room hid little of Naruto’s solid body, only softening the lines of it, hiding some of the many scars. Naruto relaxed and sat down heavily on the bed. He leaned forward, propped on one arm and looked down with a happy smile.

“I always know when you come back,” Neji told him, injecting a little haughtiness into his voice while he reached out to touch Naruto’s bare chest. Naruto leaned down to kiss him. Then Neji felt warm weight settle behind him and drew back in startled surprise. He’d sensed no one else—and of course he hadn’t, he realized when he looked over his shoulder. He had to laugh, just a little, at the other Naruto grinning down at him.

“Gotcha.”

“Kage-bunshin is cheating,” he told Naruto, whichever one Naruto was. Without activating the Byakugan, he couldn’t begin to guess. Even with it, it would’ve been extremely difficult. He might be cannier than he had been back at that long-ago chuunin exam, but Naruto was as well, and his kage-bunshin were perfect.

“The kids think it's hilarious,” one of them said, and they both shrugged with identical grins. Neji shook his head, returning an amused smile, because it was true. Hide-and-seek when Tou-chan caught them from two sides at once led to utter hysterics of laughter.

Neji found that being sandwiched between two Narutos didn't have quite the same effect on him. He slipped his fingers behind the waistband of the one in front of him, thinking it was more likely to be the real one, and kept going until he brushed heat-dampened hair.

Naruto in front leaned down to kiss him, shifting his hips with a gleeful sound in the back of his throat. The kiss lightened as his mouth smiled against Neji's, his hand coming to rest warm and heavy on Neji's hip, his thumb brushing over the skin above his shorts. Neji felt goosebumps rise despite the heat, and contentment spreading in his chest.

Even now, after many months, he was still a little surprised at just how happy Naruto was whenever one of them came home to the other.

Pushing himself up on his elbow, Neji nudged Naruto’s mouth open, parting those smiling lips to find that clever tongue. Naruto tasted clean. In this heat, Neji knew the relief of a cool, cleansing shower after a hard journey home. Sitting through a mission report with the grime of travel and your sweaty uniform sticking to you was avoided whenever time permitted. Naruto's mouth still contained traces of mint, and he smelled faintly of the soap in the showers at headquarters, only the slightest tang of sweat from the short run home flavouring his scent.

Neji expected the light waft of dissipating bunshin smoke to accompany the kiss, but as Naruto's hand slid behind his neck into his hair, two more started moving flat down his side and back.

Warm palms slid over him, heated from the slight exertion of Naruto's run home, a little damp because it was summer and it was humid. They moved slowly and trailed hot chills of sensation in their paths, the weather’s discomfort rapidly fading from Neji’s awareness.

Neji sat up, the kiss continuing unbroken as Naruto in front followed the motion, leaning smoothly up, laughing quietly in his chest and kneading at the back of Neji’s neck. The hands on Neji’s torso lifted away, leaving his skin almost cool in comparison. Neji felt his hair being lifted away from his back. He'd tied it near the bottom, as always, and as much as it was a personal vanity he usually quietly enjoyed, it hung heavily in this heat wave. Now it swayed behind him, light strokes from the tips brushing the small of his back.

The heat was less bothersome just now, however, and he didn't complain when his hair was drawn forward over his shoulder from the hand of Naruto behind to the hand of Naruto in front, the mass draping down over Neji’s chest instead.

Neji felt their hands bump each other. Though he wasn't looking, the light nudge of both their hands against his shoulder made him understand what was happening in a dizzying rush that coiled and sank straight to his core. His mind sketched the scene all on its own. Two of Naruto just now. Two messy blond heads, two solid, muscled bodies, two enthusiastic mouths. All for him.

The mattress shifted with movement as the hot hands returned to his skin, now on his back, now sliding purposefully forward around his waist and then down to palm him without hesitation through his shorts, making Neji shift against the pressure.

Naruto behind had settled on his knees, chest to Neji's back, the rising temperature of their combined heat making Neji slide against the solid chest. Lips came to press against his shoulder, curving into a grin as Neji leaned back. He pulled free of the kiss, looking up into blue eyes and a grin that he knew mirrored the one against his skin.

“Good to be home,” Naruto in front said, a tinge of seriousness darkening his expression, and the arms around Neji's middle tightened, hugging him firmly back between kneeling legs that shifted snug against his hips. The hot ridge of a full erection settled hard against his lower back. “Miss me?” came a murmur into his ear. Teeth closed gently on his earlobe, and Naruto in front smiled again, lust and mischief coming to the fore.

He always missed him. Neji let out a long breath as the light bite on his ear sent tingles of arousal threading down his spine, bright sparks distinct against the glowing heat of Naruto's body. “Yes,” he said, feeling decadent with the solid support behind and the grinning presence in front, and reached out again, pulling the Naruto in front against him by the waist of his shorts, sliding his hands underneath the cloth to squeeze his ass as Naruto kissed his mouth, his cheek, his neck.

Both of them set teeth to his neck at the same time, the double assault making his voice tinge his next breath, a little moan in the quiet room that would have embarrassed him if he hadn't been entirely distracted by the intensity of his reaction and the novelty of the situation. He was surrounded.

His head fell back on Naruto's shoulder, leaving his throat exposed in invitation to both. Body heat from both sides swam in the air, and it seemed nearly as heavy as the bodies themselves, pressed against his own, as bone-deep as the arousal that the roving hands and naked skin around him were causing.

His mind was dominated by lust now, but even so, every few moments his realization of the situation returned like something entirely new, keeping him fully aware of every sensory detail. The pressure of fingers cupping him through the now-frustrating barrier of cloth, the wetness of tongues against his neck to ease the scrape of teeth, the double rise and fall of two chests breathing in uncanny unison.

It was like the first few times with Naruto, back at the beginning, when he’d still been unused to the feel of Naruto’s hands on him, the weight of Naruto’s body in his arms, the smells of his hair and sweat and come. There had been recurring shocks of understanding that it was really happening, repeated sudden awareness of the contrast between the now and the until-now.

This particular now was most definitely in a class of its own.

In front, Naruto kissed the hollow of Neji's throat and then rubbed his face down Neji's chest to tongue around his navel.

The hands that had been stroking evenly between Neji's legs drew back to hook thumbs under the waist of his shorts, dragging them down, forward, and Naruto in front finished the motion, yanking them off and tossing them away. Naruto behind moved, one hand vanishing from Neji's body for a few moments and air rushed between their bodies as he shifted away. Then his hand returned, spread wide at Neji's hip, and this time Neji could feel the silken skin of his erection slide against the top of his ass, the slippery tip bumping briefly before the full length was pressed against him.

Clothing now out of the way, Naruto in front moved lower. His mouth was open, every breath a soft, short impact of panting air over Neji’s stomach, then his cock. Neji opened his legs at the feeling, following his desire for further contact without thought.

That position did not always come so easily, it didn’t usually happen unless prompted by a nudge or spoken encouragement that would dissolve some of Neji’s ingrained reserve, but with Naruto behind, arms firm around him, nose and mouth and jaw rubbing lovingly against his neck and obvious evidence of arousal moving in slight but obvious motion at his back, Neji was drawn along with no hesitation. Naruto's soft “ah! Yeah, yeah,” of approval didn’t so much as jolt Neji's serene capitulation to pleasure, only became another current within it.

Warm, wet lips landed at the base of Neji's cock with quick affection, then lifted away. Naruto behind moved one hand to flatten over Neji's stomach as, in front, Naruto's mouth landed again, very gently, just a little lower. Naruto behind grasped Neji's cock as lips parted and Naruto's wide, relaxed tongue caressed Neji's balls with a warm, slick glide, just a hint of roughness in the sensation. Neji shifted against his mouth, eyes shut to feel everything as intensely as possible.

Naruto's breath brushed against the inside of Neji's thighs, his hair against Neji's lower belly. One hand was holding Neji's leg, fingertips stroking gently, but his grip firm enough to keep Neji’s motions controlled as he moved against Naruto's hot mouth, or up into the just-right grip on Neji's cock, or back against Naruto's rigid length behind him.

He was sliding against Naruto's chest, the heat of them trapped there, sweat springing up wherever they pressed together, and it seemed as though warmth was billowing off them in waves. It should have been stifling, but it was only another layer of sensation, making every movement feel heavy and deliberate.

Naruto's fist stroked him firmly, his tongue soft and firm by turns, lips closing to suck gently, and Neji kept his thighs spread and moved with every touch, always seeking more.

Finally the fingers around his cock released, one by one, and he endured brief moments of exposure to slightly cooler air, until Naruto moved higher, his tongue dragging frustratingly slowly up. It flattened along the shaft and slid over the top, and Naruto lowered his head and surrounded Neji in wet heat. He thrust upward in needy response, and then sank his hands into Naruto’s hair, holding him still for a long moment.

These were the times Neji didn’t want to control himself anymore, didn’t want his usual restraint to rule his reactions, but sometimes it helped. Just now he did need to keep Naruto still long enough to stop himself starting the final climb to orgasm. He didn’t want it to end so soon.

After several seconds where their breathing sounded loud in the dark bedroom, he lightened his touch, and Naruto hummed around him, happy to move.

Dragging his eyes open, Neji stared down. Strands of hair clung to Naruto's damp forehead. His eyebrows were drawn together and his gaze was half-lidded with his focus all on Neji. Saliva glistened where Naruto’s mouth slid down and back again, his tongue just visible, there, and again, as he moved. Neji made another low noise with the rush of pure arousal the sight set off, and swallowed, thankful he’d paused them both just now, or he would have peaked right there.

Naruto behind murmured into his shoulder, “yeah, wanna hear you,” his voice satisfied and rough. One hand lifted from his hip, reaching out to touch the cheek of Naruto in front, who pulled off Neji just long enough to suck fingers into his mouth. They came out brightly wet, and Neji went wide-eyed at the sight. Naruto grinned up at him.

As Naruto’s mouth returned to surround him, the fingers slipped around and beneath his thigh. Neji raised it to let him reach and touch, and then press in, and Neji’s eyes shut as he arched and panted, pushing up into Naruto’s mouth, down on the fingers gently teasing his sensitized hole.

Naruto behind bit carefully at his ear, and then kept his lips against Neji’s nape, mouthing unheard words and sending pants of air over the skin that was almost always hidden under Neji’s hair. He pulled his fingers free with a last teasing touch circling the outside. Neji protested with a wordless noise, and then again when Naruto in front drew up and off. He opened his eyes again as he felt arms shifting their grip to pat at his sides.

“Get up a sec,” Naruto behind said into his neck, punctuating the words with a light kiss, and Neji did, drawing his legs under himself and meeting the flushed expression of Naruto in front, poised and waiting. His mouth wasn’t quite closed, and his lips were wet and slightly swollen. He licked them and smiled, raising a hand to wipe his chin while Neji knelt up.

Naruto behind moved away, keeping one warm hand on Neji’s back, fingertips dragging shapes in the sweat, as he rummaged with the other, returning to lean his forehead between Neji’s shoulder blades. The snap of a cap, and a few seconds later, Naruto’s hand settled on his hip, and fingers again nudged between his buttocks to stroke at him, this time slipperier with lubricant..

He waited, but impatiently, until there was a light tug. He sank back at last, Naruto in front rose up into arms reach, and Neji could knead at his biceps in pleasure as he savoured the slow penetration.

“Your face,” Naruto in front said, face enraptured and voice breathless, and Naruto behind tightened his arms, holding Neji close around the middle and breathing against his back.

He raised one hand, flattening it on Neji’s chest, fingers sliding into the curtain of hair, and urged him to lean back as Naruto himself did, tucking his thighs up under Neji’s for support. Naruto in front followed them, leaning down to kiss him as, underneath, Naruto rolled his hips in a slow and easy thrust. Neji responded fervently to the hungry kiss, finding the bitter-salt taste of himself that lingered on Naruto’s tongue.

Naruto broke the kiss soon, though, and moved back down, leaving Neji to let his head fall back. The air on his skin was cooler now, without a body to trap warmth, but it was a distant impression after he felt Naruto’s mouth descend on his cock again, hands pushing his thighs apart and back, as Naruto beneath grabbed his ass in both hands. Then it wasn’t just soft wet heat and the stretching fullness of penetration, but movement, smooth and deep.

Neji reached down, grabbed two wrists, and held on as he was lifted and lowered enough so Naruto beneath could thrust up into him. He shifted against their grip, and their hands moved to let him find the right position.

“Where is it?” Naruto beneath asked in his ear, “c’mon,” and he changed the angle of his thrust as Neji arched just a little more, and there. There. “I hear you,” Naruto told him, voice straining with eagerness and arousal. Neji hadn’t realized he had replied aloud.

Didn’t realize much beyond the hands on him, the body under him, the mouth over his cock and the cock in his ass, all of it sliding together in slippery-hot motion. Yanking at Naruto’s wrists to encourage the ever-harder thrusts, Neji got what he requested. Even after he lost rhythm to lust, and his fingers dug in tight and his skin felt alight with need, the momentum kept going until he was truly past the point of no return.

One more strong thrust, exactly right, one last upward slide of hot tongue and clinging mouth and Neji came with rolling waves of dizzy pleasure and sweaty heat.

Hands ran soothingly up and down his sides while he lay, feeling melted, for long seconds. He finally forced his eyes open to see Naruto in front wiping come from his face with a grin, and Neji reached out.

It wasn’t quite over.

He was pushed up and forward so his hands could reach Naruto in front, slip down over his chest, finally stop at his waist. He still wore his shorts, but the heavy outline of his erection tented the cloth forward. Neji reached out to pull the waistband over and down, then ran light fingers down the shaft. Naruto hissed with an indrawn breath.

Neji set a hand on his chest and pressed him until he lay back. As he dipped his head, feeling the silky skin of the shaft with his cheek, Naruto behind guided him by the hips so they both settled on their knees.

Well braced, head lowered to the cock before him, Neji took it into his mouth. Naruto behind began again to move, slow and easy, while the one under Neji’s mouth squirmed and panted and grabbed at Neji’s hair. He swore half-coherently as Neji let his teeth graze the length.

A constant firm drag with his fist made up the difference from the range of his mouth, up until Naruto was straining against the arm Neji had anchored over his hips, his body taut. Neji drew his hand away, took a breath through his nose, and went down, and down, relaxing the back of his throat, taking it all, until his forehead pressed to Naruto’s stomach and Naruto’s fingers clutched at his shoulders and his body clenched in orgasm.

There was no warmth sliding down Neji’s throat, but rather a tingling electric fringe of chakra implosion on his tongue and his face as the kage-bunshin vanished, and Neji fell forward a few inches onto his forearms even as Naruto gasped and groaned behind him, hands suddenly jerking and yanking at his hips. He made only a few violent thrusts more and then a he fell forward over Neji’s back, holding their hips firmly together for many seconds. His breathing came harshly, but Neji could hear the smile in the shape of his gasps.

Naruto panted there a few moments, then tipped off, flopping to his back and staring at Neji with exhausted but satisfied pleasure.

Neji stretched out carefully, settling himself on his stomach at Naruto’s side, wanting some languid and stable contact before the oppressive heat asserted itself again. He regarded him with sleepy contentment. “I have come to a conclusion,” he said.

“Mmmyeah?” Naruto blinked slowly.

“You,” he stated with deliberate and solemn certainty, “are the real one.” He moved one arm and let it drop to rest on Naruto’s chest.

“Yep.” Naruto replied, fingers stroking the back of Neji’s hand. “You caught me,”