Partytime- Cowboy Neji

A/N: So, I saw this picture on y! gallery on neji in a cowboy hat, and it wouldn't leave me alone. So this story was spawned. Mentions of Naru/ Hinata. Deal with it.
On with the story....


Neji ransacked his closet, trying to find something that would suit for tonight’s party. He’d been told to come dressed up- but absolutely not formal. When he’d asked what that meant, Kiba had snickered and told him to find a pair of nice jeans and a sexy shirt. Neji had glared, but kept the thought in mind. Now, as he searched past his usual robes and other customary outfits, all dressy or formal or otherwise disqualifying, Neji tried to picture what he might look good in. Finding nothing in his closet that would suit he tried to think in anyone could be able to help him for this. Most of the guys had either no taste, wore several sizes too big, or he just couldn’t go to with this kind of quest. A soft knock interrupted his mental conflict.

“Neji?” He opened the door to see his cousin, Hinata. Shock appeared as he looked over the decidedly casual clothes he’d never seen on her- a soft blue skirt that fell sleekly just below her knees, and a modest shirt of the same shade. Tiny stones flickered in her ears. Her hair was pulled back, soft bangs framing her face as a thick braid trailed down her back. She blushed under his scrutiny. “Wow, Hinata. You look really nice.”

“Thanks.” She looked up, face still pink. It faded as she realized he still wasn’t dressed- and the party was less than an hour away. “You’re not dressed yet! We don’t have a lot of time, what are planning on wearing?” He shrugged. “I don’t really think...”

“Neji.” Her voice got an edge he rarely heard but had discovered recently. Apparently during her pursuit of Naruto, she’d realized she would have to be able to be tough and almost as stubborn as the blond. And a whole lot less shy- he didn’t do subtle very well. Now that tone was warning him, instead. “You never dress down. You don’t have anything picked out, do you?”

“....Not really.” Her eyes narrowed. His hand was in hers and she was suddenly dragging him down the hall, towards her rooms. She burst in with a flurry and dragged a trunk out from under her bed. “Pick something. And don’t dare tell anyone where you got the clothes.” He opened the lid and found it deep with folded material- pants, skirts, shirts, and even some accessories. A line of scrolls was taped to the inside of the lid. He dug through the clothes, wondering but not daring to ask when she’d even gotten most of these. A pair of dark blue jeans caught his eye. They were embroidered around the ankle with pale green vines, but otherwise looked nice. And they seemed fairly close to his size. He sighed as he realized most of the shirts were obviously girly.

“Try them on, Neji; you can go without a shirt if you need to. Let me get a couple items and finish you up, then we have to go. We don’t want to be late.” He listened and stepped into her bathroom, shucking his clothes and sliding the pants over his feet. Just short of his butt, they got tight. He tried to squeeze himself into them, knowing they didn’t have much time and not wanting to make Hinata late. His boxers wrinkled uncomfortably under the snug denim. Another knock interrupted him. “Hinata, I’m not sure these will be comfortable.”

She poked her head in, and even though he was covered, she blushed as she realized what was causing the problem. Turning, she ripped a scroll from the lid and pushed it into his hand, turning bright red. “I don’t own those, you don’t know about them. Period.” The door shut before he could ask. Opening the scroll, he found notes scribbled under a line of seals. His jaw gaped and a blush rose on his own cheeks as he realized the whole thing contained lingerie. Men’s and women’s; thongs, bikinis, lace, satin, silk. Something called a garter belt. A deep breath and barely a moment’s consideration later, Neji unsealed one item, peeled his new pants and boxers off, and shimmied into the scrap of cloth. He pulled the pants back on and they fit better than before, although they were far tighter than practically anything he had ever worn. He rolled the scroll up and finally stepped back into the bedroom. His cousin stood for a long moment and looked him over.

“Better.” She smiled softly, still a little pink but no longer red. A serious look formed. “Whatever you took, I don’t want back. And it never gets mentioned.” Neji nodded and promised. No way he could embarrass them both about it. A pair of boots with pointy toes and a slight heel covered the embroidered ankles, and hugged his calves. He was then forced to sit still and found himself with his eyes closed, something tickling around the edges. His hair was released to flutter around his shoulders, and finally Hinata backed away from him. A wide brimmed hat was shoved into his hands and then he was being steered out of the room and toward the front doors. “No more time, let’s just go. I swear, you look great.” She paused for just a second at the door. “Cast a henge. I don’t care of what, but we don’t want to reveal everything until we get there.” Puzzled, but more than willing to comply, he created the illusion of his usual clothing, Hinata doing the same. Then they were gone.
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The meeting place, a bar that the older ninjas had managed to reserve for the night, was bouncing with music. Nearly everyone was there, and at a glance very few had dressed down. Looking closer and sensing the chakra levels had Neji guessing most of the party was doing the same thing as him and Hinata. Kiba strolled up, grinning. He hadn’t bothered to hide himself, showing off his own pair of tight, worn jeans and open shirt. He was a walking wet dream for most of the girls, it seemed, as several clung around him and had to back off so he could chat with the newly arrived guests. “You both can’t seem to dress down. And here I thought you were going to try and impress someone, Hinata.” She smiled a little for him, a pink trail running across her nose. “Oh, Naruto will be impressed, Kiba. I’m sure of it.” The dog-nin merely nodded, chuckling, and left. Hinata tapped Neji’s shoulder. “Wait for the announcement. And try to be social.” She disappeared.

Neji wandered for several moments, not really relaxing in the clothes hiding under the illusion. He made very short small talk with his fellow ninja before finding the group of most of the guys his age. Naruto was grinning, elbows propped up on a very frustrated looking Sasuke, and both were talking with the other guys from the Rookie Nine teams. Neji received an enthusiastic greeting from the blonde before a loud voice rose over the crowd.

“Welcome, all of you! Tonight celebrates a few things. One, our Hokage managing to make it through five years as our leader without breaking under all our weight. Cheers for Tsunade-sama!!” Cheers ran throughout the bar as the named rose and raised a sake glass high in response. “She has managed to keep our happy village peaceful, at least with everyone else, for just over a year now. So here’s also to allies and a safe nation.” To Neji’s surprise, Gaara stood up in a far corner and sat back down. He felt a smile and hid it from other’s view. He’d always kind of liked the red-headed Kazekage.

“Last, but not least, it is a night to relax and show off. And as ninja, I’m sure we can all show off quite a bit. Now, let’s start with the revelations.” Cheers, hoots, and hollers echoed in the room. “Teachers, you first!” Iruka, Kakashi, Gai, Kurenai, and several other ninja went up to the bar, standing on the improvised stage so to be seen by all. Each released the illusion jutsu, and screams sounded when Iruka revealed that he was wearing a schoolgirl outfit, and Kakashi in an all black costume, complete with cape and of course, his mask. Gai was wearing something that was neither green nor stretchy pantsuit. Catcalls chased Kurenai’s outfit, a red and black leather ensemble that looked terrifyingly dominant on the team leader and teacher. The team leaders then took turns ordering up their former younger charges.

Neji began to feel like he’d missed something, but luckily he wasn’t the first to go up. Naruto practically dragged Sasuke onto the stage, where both boys revealed matching black tank tops and pants. Naruto’s though, had a trademark orange streak up the side of his leg. It seemed that somehow, he couldn’t let that last bit go. Sakura had dressed casual in jeans, but wore artfully applied makeup, something she rarely did anymore. Her shirt was cream and clung while still maintaining modesty. Hinata, Shino, and Kiba were next, although the last didn’t have an illusion to drop. Shino was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt and capris. Hinata was blushing from the attention, but she was able to keep her head up, proud of her choice. Naruto was there to whisk her away, having recently gotten it through his head what she wanted from him. Neji was glad to see the look of happiness and contentment on his cousin’s face. She deserved it.

He grumbled when his team was called up next. He let his teammates go ahead, watching the crowd’s reaction to Lee’s addition of bunny ears and a tail stitched onto his suit. Though this time it was white, not green, and made him look like a big snow rabbit. Ten -Ten had changed very little of her outfit, though her hair was down and she had left her weapons at home. Neji released his with a gesture, smoothly settling the hat on his head as it dissipated. Jaws near him dropped and he swore that there was more than one drooling person among the crowd. It improved his mood, enough that as he walked to the end of the bar he sashayed a bit and smirked tauntingly at the crowd. Cheers went up as he stepped off, to find a certain Kazekage standing before him. He had a sudden flash of feeling of what Hinata must have felt moments before. He allowed Gaara to pull him away from the edge, turning back when he knew he’d have a good view. Chouji had foregone dressing up as much as the others, but he looked relaxed. Ino had found a leather jacket and draped it over simple shirt and pants, but she looked decent and rather sexy in it. Shikamaru had let go. His hair was down for all to see, and although wearing standard fishnet, he’d smeared body glitter under the shirt, making his chest shine in the light. His pants hung low, and a length of chain ran twice across his groin. Neji met his eyes as the Chuunin approached the edge.

Heat laced through him at the look hiding in Shika’s dark orbs. Lust, and a touch of jealousy. Neji leaned back against Gaara slightly, but winked at Shikamaru. He wasn’t quite sure where the boldness had come from, but Neji loved the fact he had people drooling over his outfit. Shikamaru disappeared into the crowd of people, and Neji turned, a little disappointed but not put out. He turned to Gaara and crooked a smile. “Do you want me, or do you just have something to say, Lord Kazekage?” A growl rumbled in the sand- ninja’s chest.

“If you tempt me, then we are not staying here. Just so we understand each other.” Lust flashed through the Hyuuga’s body. Did Gaara really want him? He couldn’t deny the heat in the other’s eyes, or the startling brush of fingers against his cheek. That heat changed and darkened moments before Neji felt another body move in close behind him. “So damn sexy, Neji. Don’t think you can tease like that without repercussions.” He gasped at Shikamaru’s voice whispering into his ear. “But it seems Gaara has a vested interest while I am ignored.”

Neji groaned as his brain tried to short circuit. The laziest person he knew, and who’d proved himself handsome to boot, was practically challenging one of the most powerful and dangerous ninja around. And they both wanted him. If he had known that he could gather this kind of attention so well, he should have dressed more relaxed long ago. There was nothing wrong with jeans, he decided. Not if it earned him some positive attention from guys he’d admired for too long.

He felt a familiar pulling as two sets of hands circled his waist and employed a simple transportation jutsu. They didn’t go far, just outside the back door of the building. His hat was pulled away and two sets of eyes- teal and rich brown, were staring into his. Gaara broke the sudden quiet first. “So gorgeous, Neji. Neither of us are blind; we want you and can tell you want us.”

“Say no, Neji, and I will leave. I won’t force you on this. But please, I’m willing to share if you’re up to it.” Up to it? Of course he was up to it. “Both of you, please. I need both of you.” Neji had never felt so needy before- jut the thought of being with them both had him getting hard, but in the tight jeans he had no room. He wanted to fuck and be fucked, and hoped that with both of these ninja he could have the fun he was desperately craving.

Shikamaru smirked as he pointed at Gaara. “Your hotel room is closest. Unless there’s somewhere else in mind.” Gaara just kept hungry eyes on his new companions. “My place,” he murmured in agreement, before wrapping his sand around both Leaf nins and carting them off toward his rooms. If he watched either of them for any longer, they would never make it there.

Three turns, a few blocks and a flight of stairs found the trio at a locked door. Gaara didn’t bother using his key, just touched the lock and let his sand tumble the bolt back. Immediately he pulled Neji and Shikamaru in. He looked blankly at their provoked faces. “Well, we were all in agreement, right? There was no point in waiting.” Thoughts cut at the comment, and his quick movements that shucked the coat and clothes underneath. The other guys watched as his sand armour cracked and practically melted off his body, leaving behind pale skin, luminous eyes, and that gorgeous red hair. Soft pants echoed in the room, and both Shika and Gaara turned their full attention on Neji.
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*runs and hides* lemon next chapter, out as soon as it finishes itself. j/k. in the mean time, please rate/ review. it feeds the muses. as do steamy suggestions (the ideas are still open)