Midnight Snack

yukuta – an informal kimono
geta – clog-like, wooden shoes typically worn with a yukuta

MIDNIGHT SNACK

The compound walls were smooth and damp, cold to the touch in the air of late fall. She tried not to cry out too loudly when he ambushed her during her late-night walk, but when he crushed her against the wall it took the air right out of her lungs. Even though the bitter cold of the wall stung her delicate cheek she could not cry out – it was not allowed. When she finally had her breath back he made her gasp sharply, making her feel faint. How he could pin her down so forcefully, so painfully, and then lay those kisses on the back of her neck so prettily…she would never understand him…

“N-Neji-n-nii-san,” she whispered in a timid voice. “What if someone s-sees?”

In a compound full of nin with the ability to use Byakugan, privacy was an unheard of thing. People tended to limit their use of this particular ability out of politeness for the other families living in the area, but if something seemed out of place Byakugan was the easiest way to detect danger. Neji knew this, and by the way he tightened his grip on her arm, pulling it higher on her back, the idea seemed to excite him. She shivered in pain, knowing instinctively not to cry out no matter how much it might hurt.

With a satisfied grunt, he placed soft, tender kisses down her bare neck, making her shiver in pleasure this time. The chill of the wall was soaking into the front of her yukuta, clashing with the hot breath of his whisper on her skin. These whispered words he said tickled the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. Mostly because, though she didn’t want to admit it, they excited her…and terrified her.

“H-Hinata-n-nee-chan,” he said coarsely as he mocked her stutter – the sarcasm and excitement of his tone not lost on Hinata. He only did this when he wished demean her, when he wished to sound cruel. “What if someone hears?”

She could feel his lips smirk against the crook of where her neck met her shoulder. Hinata braced herself, closing her eyes tightly and biting down on her bottom lip. Neji bit down hard, and it was all she could do to keep from crying out. Panting heavily to relieve the stress of the pain, Hinata felt the pressure building between her legs, the heat and wetness. Neji began to grind against her backside, and she could feel him hardening between her cheeks. He grunted once, sinking his teeth a little deeper into the soft skin of her neck and shoulder.

Then Hinata felt a chilly hand go up the back of her yukuta. She didn’t have anything else underneath them. After all, Neji was strict, and he made all the rules of their games. Even as children, he would boss her around, though he was not from the main house. Now that he was older, much more dangerous, Hinata was careful to play by his rules.

He laughed darkly into her shoulder, releasing his teeth from her delicate neck. “You’re such an obedient girl, Hinata-nee-chan,” he murmured in a low voice, sending chills down her back. He hiked the yukuta all the way up to her hips, exposing her legs to the open night air. One clammy hand was caressing the inside of her thighs, while the other held her pinned painfully against the wall. He was rubbing her backside gently, never quite touching the place she was most anxious for him to touch. “So obedient that you deserve a reward,” he continued darkly, pinching her ass-cheek firmly. She strained to keep from yelping.

With a gulp, Hinata nodded, her face still pressed against the damp, cold wall. “P-please, Neji-nii-san,” she whispered so lightly that she was unsure if her voice had actually made a noise at all.

There was a swish of fabric against fabric that told Hinata he had dropped his pants. She marveled at her cousin’s immense strength as he hoisted her higher on the wall, impaling her on his hardened member. She gasped lightly, covering her mouth just in time with her free hand. Neji swiftly angled her to better accommodate him, dropping the arm he had pinned to her back to wrap around her midsection tightly. He pulled her back into him more fully, causing her to stifle another gasp as he hit deep into her womb.

“You’re so tight, Hinata-nee-chan,” he growled into her ear, a sound that intimidated her and aroused her at the same time. “So wet and hot,” he continued, knowing the dirtier he talked the more turned on she would be. True to this, she shivered and moaned as he began to gently pull in and out of her swollen slit.

Hinata was slowly drowning in the razor-sharp sensations of Neji’s wanton lust. He was pushing her face against the cold wall, her feet dangling inches over the ground. Slowly, with the force of his thrusts, one of her geta dropped to the ground with a clatter louder than their love-making. Neji paused a moment, and Hinata heard him as he activated his Byakugan. Apparently there was nothing to stop them, for he pushed her onto the ground on all fours, never removing himself from her aching pussy.

Hinata tried to support herself on her hands and knees, but the hand that Neji had pressed so painfully against her back was limp and useless. With the pressure of his deep thrusts, Hinata was forced onto a single forearm, which she bit down on whenever she felt herself on the verge of making a sound. Neji continued to grunt over her, snaking a hand around the front of her body, searching out her core. When he found it she couldn’t restrain the gasp that escaped her mouth, causing Neji to chuckle softly.

“You know I couldn’t resist,” his gravelly whisper caressing her ears. “You slink around in the shadows as Hinata-sama all day, but I know my sweet, horny little Hinata-nee-chan is lurking under the surface.” Hinata likened his touches to that of how gently someone would probe a bruise. This light caress contrasted sharply with the often rough and painful thrusts of his manhood. “I think of your smell at night, no matter how hard I train during the day. I think of your soft skin and wet pussy…it makes me want to do terrible things to you, Hinata-nee-chan…things that will make you moan and cry…”

With that he pulled away from her clit, and yanked roughly at the front of her yukuta, releasing her breasts into the cold night air. Still driving his hard length into her, Neji grabbed a handful of her right breast. They were so tender from neglect that Hinata really did moan aloud this time, but Neji didn’t pause to use his Byakugan. Instead of being cautious, Neji grunted, grinding into her more forcefully as his fingers toyed with her stiffening nipple.

“Does it hurt?” he asked in a low murmur, pinching her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and pulling. “Does it make you want to scream, Hinata-nee-chan?”

“H-hai,” she replied softly, feeling sweet tears fill her eyes. “Don’t stop,” she pled in her timid voice. “P-please, Neji-nii-san. Please, I…I like it.”

At this he began pumping in and out of her with greater speed and urgency. She could tell by his shuddering thrusts that he was almost ready to come, and did not want to be left out. He didn’t care if she came or not, and many times actually enjoyed forcing her to finish herself off as he watched. This time, however, Hinata positioned her limp hand underneath her body and began to play with her clit. It felt nowhere near as good as when Neji did it, but with his fingers playing over her nipples and his hard cock pumping in and out of her, Hinata began to feel the warmth spreading from her core to everywhere in her body.

“You’re so goddamned filthy, Hinata-nee-chan,” Neji chuckled in her ear, his voice hitching ever so slightly as he reached his peak. “And you’re getting so tight, so hot…it makes me want to come just thinking about you playing with yourself… Are you going to come? Are you going to cry out my name?”

Hinata’s breathing became ragged. Her body was betraying her so sweetly again, numbing and heating all over. Soon she was panting out his name over and over, “Neji…nii-san…Neji…”

Everything dulled in the seconds that she began to come. She vaguely felt Neji pull out of her and come all over her exposed ass. He collapsed beside her, his breath ragged and hash. Hinata rode out the waves of her orgasm, pressing her forehead against the cold ground. She felt Neji’s arm around her waist as he pulled her off the ground to sit on his bare lap. Slowly, calmly, with no emotion on his face, he began to smooth the hairs away from her forehead. He held her like a child, helping her to pull up her yukuta over her shoulders once more.

Hinata sighed deeply, leaning into his shoulder as he caressed her hair and face. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to her, the edge of his voice gone. She frowned softly, knowing what was coming next. “You must know…by now…how I feel about you, Hinata-sama.”

She sighed again. Hinata-nee-chan, she wanted to correct him. Hinata-sama is a different girl. He understood this sometimes…not all the time…

“Let me show you,” he said softly into her ear, kissing her neck. “Let me take you back to my rooms and show you… It doesn’t always have to be like this.”

She looked away from him. I like it like this, she thought to herself. Slowly she got up; his arms fell off her sorrowfully. “We can’t be any other way, Neji-nii-san,” she told him in a soft, chilly voice, her childhood stutter gone.

There was a long silence while Hinata smoothed her yukuta down and slipped on her geta, straightening her hair as best she could. She shot a look at Neji, who was pulling tight the tie that held up his pants. He had a blank look on his face, and wouldn’t face her.

“Neji-nii-san…” she began softly.

“Why?” he asked her. He had tried to before, but they both knew the answer already.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, gazing into his torn eyes. If he thought she wasn’t as torn as he was…but it hurt her so much…just to see him hurt and weak…

Finally he looked at her, his eyes imploring. “I love you, Hinata.” She tried to speak but he cut her off. “I’ve always loved you. And I’ll always protect you.”

Hinata watched wordlessly as her cousin, her lover, her best friend, and her protector walked off into the dark. She bit down on one of her forefingers, a habit from childhood that didn’t die off so hard. Then she turned and returned to her husband’s bed. Tonight she would tell him that she was just dying for a midnight snack.