Call It Fate

Call It Fate


Hyuuga Neji rebuked himself for forgetting his hair tie at the mansion as he had to spit his hair out of his mouth once again. Unwilling to slow down for the sake of his wild, streaming hair, he continued to sprint, shoving one hand in his hair to keep it from obstructing his vision.

He could only imagine what the ANBU patrol guards would say if the most elite Byakugan user of their time was to run into a pole.

Letting out a nervous chuckle at that mental image, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, relying on his powerful leg muscles and innate sense of balance to land correctly every time. Being a ninja certainly had its advantages. He’d made it across town in less than eight minutes, and was not even short of breath.

He landed silently behind the training grounds adjacent to the forest, and took a moment to pat down his clothes and tame his hair into a sense of propriety. His heart pounded heavily despite the lack of stress on his body, and he swallowed hard as he rubbed clammy palms against the stiff, starchy material of his pants.

He let out a shaky breath as he ran his hands through his hair, tugging absently on the long strands in front before combing them behind his ears. He knew he could have just as easily gone back to the mansion to retrieve the tie, but he also knew that he would have lost his nerve if he’d stopped running for even a second. And now, here he was, skulking in the shadows like some sort of specter, watching a certain loud, blonde shinobi practice taijutsu moves on a tree.

Will you stop yapping about fate and fight me already?!

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Brea—oh, fuck it.

Clenching his hands into fists, he released the hold he had on his chakra, allowing his energy to expand and dissipate into the clearing. He knew how dangerous it was to sneak up on an unaware ninja, even if the ninja in question knew his chakra signature as well as his own. Licking his lips quickly, he stepped out into sunlight, wincing as the wind picked up once again and caused his hair to flutter obnoxiously behind him.

He watched anxiously as Naruto finished a move that required him to bend his body nearly in half and push off the tree with his feet, somersaulting twice in the air before landing in a lazy crouch in front of him. He felt his lips twitch in amusement. Still a showoff, then. Naruto never changed.

As if reading his thoughts, the blonde haired nin stood up with a laugh, swiping Neji’s hand with his own in a swift imitation of a handshake. “Neji,” he said on a chuckle, voice rough and low and deep enough to cause the hairs on the back of Neji’s neck to rise. “Come to train?”

Why do you fight against your fate so hard, Naruto?

“No.” Neji replied, silently congratulating himself on keeping his voice steady. Naruto raised his brows in question. “Social visit then?”

“I…. yes.” He faltered, cursing inwardly. He’d had this entire conversation planned, damn it. But of course Naruto would never make anything that easy. Used to Neji’s monosyllabic responses, Naruto nodded in acknowledgement and lazily lifted his arms above him in a long, drawn out stretch. His surprisingly conservative black shirt rode up as he did, exposing a smooth, tanned belly, with a little dip for a navel that Neji would have killed to be able to lick.

Dragging his eyes from the exposed piece of flesh and determinedly refusing to ponder the teasing glint in Naruto’s cornflower blue eyes, he fixed his gaze on the blonde nin’s right ear.

“I… wanted to talk. To you.” He started.

“Aren’t we talking right now?” Naruto’s eyes crinkled in amusement.

“Don’t interrupt.” He snapped, losing his stranglehold on the last of his courage. “I need… to say this.” His heart began to pound a quick staccato beat in his chest. God, what was he doing? Had he completely lost his mind? Did he want to humiliate himself?

His hands were trembling. He shook his head helplessly and made to turn around and leave, which would be the logical thing to do, really, but a strong hand firmly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back in place.

Why? Because you say I’m a loser.

“Neji.” Naruto’s voice rained over him like warm molasses, curling into his mind and heart and cock and making him ache. “Neji.” He tugged gently on his hand until Neji was facing him once again.

“I’m listening.”

Neji looked up into those warm blue eyes and saw what he’d been searching for his entire life: acceptance. And suddenly, he didn’t need to say anything.

Their mouths met in the sweetest kind of kiss, slow and tender, just a slow brush, a quick breath, but it ignited something in him that he hadn’t known existed. A soft, needy sound escaped him and Naruto voiced a soft growl in return, and the kiss turned wet and hot and god, his head was spinning, his center of gravity shattered and rebuilt, becoming Naruto himself. A hand slid from where it cradled his jaw to tangle in his hair, short nails brushing against his scalp and making him whimper. Naruto’s mouth separated from his with a soft, wet pop that shouldn’t have sounded as erotic as it did.

A pearly, translucent string of saliva still connected them and Neji found that that he didn’t want to leave the damp warmth of Naruto’s mouth. He grabbed a handful of blonde spikes and dragged him closer, letting out a shuddering moan as a large, hot hand wormed its way under his shirt to rest against the small of his back.

“Neji,” Naruto breathed heavily, sliding his mouth down to suckle on the fluttering pulse point under the other man’s jaw. “Yes…” he hissed, biting down tenderly, both hands under his shirt now, running possessively over his back, branding him with their heat. Neji was shaking. He was filled with want and his entire body throbbed with the need to… something. Naruto’s mouth swallowed his trembling moan and a tongue thrust inside aggressively, running over his palate and then rubbing against his own before retreating and pushing back in, a blatant mimicry of a far more erotic act.

“Naruto.” He gasped, stepping back to take in an urgent breath of air before leaning forward and capturing that tender, plush mouth with his once again.

“Yes,” Naruto whispered in response. “Yes, yes, yes...”

But I’ll win this time.

Neji’s moan turned into something resembling more a scream as Naruto’s hand found his cock and pressed. His own hands dug painfully into Naruto’s shoulders and his hips jerked of their own account, thrusting helplessly into his hand. “That’s it.” Naruto’s voice was a sharp whine, “That’s it, Neji, just—like that…”

Neji’s fuddled mind managed to catalogue that it took exactly four and a half strokes of Naruto’s hand to bring him to completion. He came in silence, mouth open but no sound escaping, forehead pressed against the ridge of Naruto’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut but still seeing everything. He felt the convulsions of Naruto’s hips against his own but couldn’t make sense of anything other than the quick, intense arrows of heat running through his veins and out his cock.

He came back to himself when Naruto growled and bit the juncture of his neck and shoulder, arms locked around his waist and pulling him down to the soft, grassy floor. He fell on Naruto’s heaving chest with a soft grunt, and tossed his head in an attempt to flip his hair back. Warm hands helped, catching the fall of hair and lifting it over his shoulder so that his view of the blonde haired ninja was unobstructed. Naruto’s face was flushed with color, the pink infusing even his tan, crawling across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. His lips were swollen and glistening wet, and his hair was mussed in a way that only tugging, grasping hands could make.

It looked as if he’d been thoroughly debauched, and had enjoyed the entire process immensely. Neji felt his own cheeks infuse with heat as he thought of what he himself must look like, his hair tangled and face red. Naruto brought him out of his thoughts by tugging gently on his hair and fitting his mouth over his own. A small sound of contentment eased through his throat as he responded to the lazy kiss.

“Mmm..” Naruto mumbled, nudging his nose against Neji’s and planting a wet, open mouthed kiss on his cheek. Neji shifted restlessly against Naruto’s chest, and winced when he felt the uncomfortable stickiness inside his pants. He made to lift himself off, but Naruto’s arms around his waist brought him back with a soft ‘oomph’.

“Not yet.” Naruto’s sleepy voice reached his ears. “Don’t leave just yet…”

Neji couldn’t fight back the silly grin that crossed his face at that, and settled for ducking his head and shielding his face with his hair instead. Naruto snorted softly and gently pulled him up to his mouth again. Their lips melded tenderly and Neji felt Naruto’s answering smile against his own.

“No matter what you say, Naruto,” he murmured against his mouth, smile widening. “This was fate.”

This time, both of us will win.


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A/N: Just watched Episode 61 again and couldn’t help myself. XD I really need to move away from all this fluff…. The italicized sentences were actual quotes from the manga/anime, though the last one doesn’t have any relation to Neji.

This was already posted on FF.net for a while, but I wanted to post it here and see what y'all thought. I've found the readers on AFF.net to be a lot more responsive. Please review! I really would like some feedback.

Much love,

Ella