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Neji
returned to the Hyuuga compound with the rising moon over his back. His skin
still held the phantoms of Shikamaru�s soft, warm body, and his tongue could
still taste traces of cinnamon in his mouth. His meeting with Shikamaru had not
gone according to plan � he hadn�t intended to argue with the younger man, or
give him an ultimatum so early into their relations.
Neji
shivered. He hadn�t thought to take his jacket when he�d left the compound, and
his Hyuuga Jounin uniform - regular pants, tunic and haori � did little to
protect him from the chill lacing the air.
He nodded politely
to the Family guards as he entered, aware that his scent left nothing to the
imagination. His planning for today had been laughable. He rushed in like a Genin, like Naruto,
throwing himself into the situation without accounting for his return to the
compound, or even cleaning himself afterwards. He just hoped he didn�t run into
-
�Neji,
you�re late.�
Damn it.
Neji bowed his
head respectfully. �My apologies, Uncle. I was detained.�
Hiashi�s
nostrils flared subtly. The elder Hyuuga stared at Neji unblinkingly for a few
moments, the cool, detached Hyuuga calm cloaking his thoughts.
�Your
responsibility to the clan and the village is of equal importance save when
under direct attack. Plan your time better.�
�Yes,
Uncle. My apologies.�
Neji stood
rooted to the spot, his hair shifting in the brisk breeze like the boughs of a
tree. Hiashi continued his stroll through the garden as if he hadn�t dropped a
proverbial bomb in Neji�s lap. The intricate Hyuuga clan politics ensured that
all adult males of the clan were on guard for possible shifts in the Clan
head�s favour, especially those of the Branch
families.
Neji and his
younger Uncle (the one so embarrassedly caught pleasuring himselfshower
by Hinata so many years ago), Uncle Hiori, were particularly venerable - and
protected -since the other branch family males were all �retired� from Shinobi
life. Uncle Hiori and Neji posed the greatest threat to the Clan head in terms
of physical strength, but were also his best supporters for the defense of the
clan.
The double-edged
sword of branch family Shinobi was the Hyuuga clan�s longest-standing riddle. The
Elders debated regularly on whether or not training Branch family members as
Shinobi protected the clan � or enabled rebellion. Control was everything to
the Hyuuga. Control of the clan, control of themselves, control of the branch
families � the Hyuuga were built out of pride and control.
If Hiashi
believed Neji to be rebellious, or likely to attempt to overthrow him, he would
be within his rights to kill him. The only reasons Neji had not been executed
by the Clan for his fight with Hinata during the Chuunin exams were a) the
elders thought Hinata was weak, and b) Neji had still been a Genin.
At 21, a
Jounin, and a member of ANBU, Neji could be a serious threat to Hiashi. Disrespect
to the Clan would carry far greater repercussions than the several seconds of
excruciating pain he received for his match with Hinata.
Secrecy and
avoidance were the tools for branch family males. As long as they appeared to
toe the line, they were left to their own devices. Openly rebel � the threat
was always implied, if never stated.
He only
needed to look in the mirror.
Did Hiashi
disapprove of his relationship with Shikamaru? Neji worried his sensitized lip
between pearly teeth. It was unlikely. If he had, Neji would be on
restrictions. He spotted his Uncle at the other end of the garden, chatting to
an elderly Aunt. Hiashi appeared relaxed � there was no outward sign that his
conversation with Neji had been anything other than an evening greeting.
Neji ducked
his head low as he resumed his trek to his suite. Hiashi could present a real
obstacle for Neji�s continued relations with Shikamaru, though he had yet to
order Neji to stop seeing the Shadow User. If anything he�d implied approval.
He folded
his tunic and pants on his bed as he undressed for his shower, smoothing the
cloth as if it could untangle his thoughts.
His skin
still held the phantoms of Shikamaru�s touches. As he stepped into his shower,
he traced an unconscious finger over his abdomen, where Shikamaru�s head had
rested so trustingly just a few hours ago.
If Hiashi ordered you to stop seeing
him, murmured his
fears, how would you respond?
He hoped
Hiashi continued to overlook his activities. He didn�t have an answer for that
question, and wasn�t sure there was one.

The run-in
with his Uncle, and his failures as a Dominant, weighed heavily on his
thoughts. Neji decided to read the books a second time; he searched for clues
to Shikamaru�s behaviour and how to address it.
His lip was
bruised from the constant contact with his teeth. Two days since he�d last seen
Shikamaru, and they�d agreed to meet weekly. Perhaps he�d been overly optimistic
in that time frame?
The
tattered-edged tomes failed to reveal anything specific. Forbidden Fruit in the Leaf, while extensive, did not have an
index, forcing him to read each entry to find information. Really, whoever
published the book should look at how it was structured � a little bit of work
on the format would save Neji a hell of a lot of time in flicking pages.
As far as
Neji could tell, there was an assumed level of knowledge in any of the books,
including Forbidden Fruit in the Leaf. A
level of knowledge he did not have. He knew sex � bodies colliding, heat,
whispered words and re-dressing afterwards, but the Dominant element was all
new to him.
What should
he do? What shouldn�t he do? Did Shikamaru enjoy what they did? Why had his
submissive cried? Did he mess it all up by threatening to walk away?
If you could learn everything from a
book, you wouldn�t need a Shishou.
Neji nearly
dropped his journal. He�d almost forgotten. For the first time in his troubled
life, Neji had someone other than Gai-sensei to go to for advice. It was a
foreign, but comforting, feeling.

Iruka
blinked. His unexpected guest stood, uncomfortably, in his doorway.
�Come in,
Neji.� Iruka stepped off the entrance so Neji could pass.
�Thank you,
Iruka-shishou.�
�I�ll make
some tea, shall I?�
�I would
appreciate it, Iruka-shishou.�
Iruka
busied himself with making tea while Neji allowed the warmth of the room to
take the chill off his skin. Iruka placed the tea set on the coffee table and settled
into the cushions of his couch.
The second
hand ticked idly as they sipped their tea.
�So � how
did it go?�
Neji placed
his teacup on the coffee table and folded his hands in his lap.
�I�m not
sure. Shikamaru responded well to what I did, - but � then we got into an argument,
and I was going to walk out. I just think -�
�Say it
Neji.� Iruka waved his hand at Neji�s distress.�
�There are no judgments here.�
�Would it
make sense if I said - that at the beginning, he responded well, but then he tried
to con me into letting him take over? That he tried to pay the minimum of
effort required to appear submissive, without actually being submissive?? I�m
worried Shishou � he likes it, yes, and� � he paused briefly and continued in a
rush �I-can�t-say-I-didn�t-enjoy-it, -�
Iruka
smiled encouragingly. �But?�
�Sometimes
I didn�t believe him.� Neji frowned. �With Genma, he was- . The book called it topping
from the bottom; controlling the scene while acting as the submissive party. I
think he�s trying to do that again. I don�t know if he is -. I think he is, and
I don�t think I know how to make him stop � �
Iruka held
up a hand before the entire conversation became one long, uninterrupted word.
�If that�s
what you believe, then Neji, you�re probably right.� Iruka held his eyes, a serious
expression gracing his normally cheerful features. �You can break him out of it
Neji, I had to do the same with Kakashi at first � but, Neji, I have to warn
you, it�s not easy, and you can�t just walk away from it once you�ve started.� It�s a big commitment to be someone�s Dominant,
and leaving it half-done would be terribly damaging to Shikamaru.
I can help
� but Neji, if you�re not prepared to commit to it, then I won�t. I�m sorry,
but I couldn�t allow you to start on such a course without being absolutely
certain you were going to see it through.�
Neji
pondered Iruka�s statement. Was he in it
for the long haul?
Iruka
smiled kindly. �I�ll make it easy on you. Imagine that someone else was
Shikamaru�s Dominant. How would you � �
Neji�s
fists clenched. Mine! his mind growled.
Iruka took
in the tense appearance. �Guess you�re in it for the long term.�
Iruka indicated
for Neji to take a sip of his tea. He waited for the younger man to take a few
sips, and watched carefully as the clenched fists uncoiled and returned to
their polite position in Neji�s lap.
�Ok, now
tell me everything that happened.�
Neji
repeated the events and included the argument. Iruka nodded sagely. �It does
sound like he�s topping from the bottom, - but a least he�s aware of it. You
did the right thing, by the way, in leaving. If you�d let him get away with it,
it would have taken months to fix the damage, or may not have been repairable
at all.�
Neji
smoothed his pants over his knees. His eyes follow the motion of his fingers
and avoid Iruka�s penetrating stare.
�What
happened before he pushed you off?�
�I touched God.�
Iruka
frowned. �You touched God?�
�It�s as
close as I could ever imagine to what it would feel like to touch God.�
�You had a
near-religious experience between Shikamaru�s legs?�
� -. I was
over him, but yes.�
Iruka�s
eyes lingered over Neji�s face for a moment to make sure there was no mischief
in his expression. No. Neji was absolutely serious. This was either very good
for the future of his relationship with Shikamaru, or very bad for Neji�s
future as a Dominant. It smacked of obsession.
Iruka
sipped his tea quietly for a few moments, allowing the gentle aroma to calm his
thoughts. Whatever the case, letting them muddle through on their own wouldn�t
be beneficial for either Neji or Shikamaru. He placed the teacup on the coffee
table carefully.
�Okay,
breaking down your sub � lessons begin tomorrow, 5pm, the Midori tea house. I�ll book a
room. Be there on time.� Iruka smiled kindly. �We can arrange regular meetings
then.�

Neji was returning from his meeting with Iruka when the sky fell on his
head.� A sky that looked a lot like a
brown-haired, Senbon-sucking miscreant by the name of Shiranui Genma.
Genma darted down from the roof top, above the alley Neji had intended
to cut through on his way back to the Hyuuga compound. His knee had connected
with the back of Neji�s head on the diagonal � a glancing blow, and not one
that caused any real injury, but painful.
It was so unexpected that Neji wondered if the continued ringing in his
ears was due to the blow or the deep and utter shame of being caught off-guard.
His caught himself with a swift palm to the wall and flicked his eyes
over his shoulder to locate his aggressor. The bastard of a specialist Jounin
lent negligently against the wall facing the t-section formed by the street and
alleyway.
Genma smirked around his Senbon. �Your fancy blood-line limit didn�t
see that coming, did it?�
Neji scowled as he righted himself. This he did not need. If he quarreled
with Genma out in the open like this, Hiashi would have his ass for breakfast
and his knees for lunch. If Hiashi found out that he�d been caught unawares
like that, he�d be on restrictions and extra training for weeks.
Damn it
� it should be safe to walk around Konoha. �He was in his home village after all,
everyone, including the great Sandaime, had dropped their guard in the seemingly
safe village. Admittedly, being attacked by Orochimaru
and a chorus of Sound Nin was a little different than a knee to the back of the
head, but Neji wasn�t in the mood for semantics.
�Shiranui-san, may I help you?� asked Neji. He gritted his teeth at the
politeness, forcing it through his lips. He didn�t believe Genma deserved the
respect, but he�d play along for now.
Genma removed the Senbon from his lips and flicked the shard of metal
over his fingers, looping it in and out, then over his palm. It was a common
training exercise for Shinobi, working on weapons handling and dexterity. To
the outside world, they appeared to be comrades sharing an afternoon greeting.
The reality was far more interesting.
�Did you really think that this was over?� asked Genma. He caught the
Senbon and held it between his pointer and middle fingers.
�Yes,� replied Neji, honestly.
�You came into my home, upset my lover, attacked me, and you think it
will all just blow over?� The Senbon flipped over his middle fingers and
resumed its path over and around the nimble fingers.
Neji wasn�t as intimidated as the specialist Jounin would like. He
could dodge more Senbon than Genma could carry, faster than he could throw
them.
�I visited a fellow Shinobi out of concern, who happened to be your
lover, and my concern was that his lover was cheating on him. I did not attack
you. You attacked me. I defended myself.�
�And getting your grubby little hands on Shikamaru had nothing to do
with it? What kind of a man goes around meddling like that?�
�What kind of a man keeps his friends for gratification at the cost of his
lover?�
�You�re an ass, Hyuuga. You think your shit doesn�t stink.�
Neji rolled his eyes � it was low-class, his aunts� voices heckled, but
completely necessary under the onslaught of Genma�s rage. Snorting, Neji turned
his head towards Genma, far enough for his voice to carry, but not far enough
to meet his gaze.
�You chose Raidou, as you should. Having them both was greedy, Shiranui-san,
and hurting them.�
Neji subtly assumed a defensive stance. Genma was behaving rashly, and
the alleyway would shield them from the prying eyes of the villagers. Neji took
two steps forwards, into the lee of the alleyway. The shadow cast by the wall
engulfed him.
Genma remained silent. Try as he might, he couldn�t think of an
argument for that one - but having the point made to him by someone ten years
his junior burned.
The senbon stopped spinning. Genma kicked his
foot of the wall and made to follow Neji into the relative privacy of the
alleyway.
A new shadow fell across Genma�s back as he entered the alley. The lack
of heat told him someone, someone big, was right behind him.
�Genma!� Ibiki growled so low Genma felt it more than heard.
Genma flicked his eyes towards Ibiki in a valiant effort to see through
the back of his skull.
�Hey Captain, what�s shaking?�
�You, runt, in your boots. Get out of here. This matter is closed.
Attempt something like this again and you�ll be off the rosters for the next
six months. Then I�ll talk to Iruka about giving you D-rank missions in the
swamps.�
Genma flicked his eyes back to Neji, measuring the distance between
them. Ibiki shifted on his feet, reminding Genma that he was right there, more
importantly, bigger than him and mean enough that even the Hokage was
wary of testing his patience.
In the language of the hunters and hunted, Genma was prey. If he was
quick, he might get away.
�Genma. Leave,� said Ibiki.
A gust of wind and flutter of leaves signaled the specialist Jounin�s
exit.
Ibiki rolled his shoulders under his jacket in a move far more
intimidating than Genma could ever be.
�I hear you have joined our questionable ranks.�
Neji hn�ed a non-reply.
�Congratulations on your first submissive. Treat him right. If you
don�t, you deal with me.� Ibiki smirked.
Neji relied on his family�s training keep his face composed in the
polite, haughty, Hyuuga profile. Ibiki�s a Dominant?
Neji looked Ibiki in the eyes. As Genin, Lee,
Tenten and Neji had played a game of sorts; a challenge to test who had been
the most daring. Looking Ibiki in the eyes and lying to him had been one of
those dares. Ibiki was a master at intimidation, interrogation, pushing people�s
buttons and wheedling information out of them that they did not want to give.
Ibiki�s
a Dominant.
�Still here?�
Neji inclined his head respectfully. He straightened his Hyuuga Jounin
uniform and readjusted his hair, stalling for time so it didn�t look like he
was running way. He wasn�t willing to outright challenge the older man - with
the top Interrogation Specialist of Konoha, discretion would always be the
better part of valor.
Pissing Ibiki off was widely considered a sign of one�s mental health
declining. Or possibly a will to join fallen comrades.
Neji wasn�t willing to run off like a coward either.
He bowed respectfully to Ibiki. Back straight, Neji walked down the
alley, his muscles locking to keep his head viciously vertical, without
deviation or movement. Genma hit hard. The other nin
may be a specialist Jounin, rather than a full Jounin like Neji, but he
specialized in assassinations.
Ibiki remained in the mouth of the alley, hands loosely in the pockets of his massive leather overcoat. It was
painfully obvious that the man was a Dominant--in his bearing, his fashion
sense, everything, now that he knew Ibiki.�
It was like the riddle given to the children in the academy � if a
Ninja team was attacked on the border of two countries, which side would you
bury the survivors? their sensei had asked them.
Neji had correctly stated that one did not bury survivors, and sneered at his
classmates for their inattention.
Now he knew what it felt like to miss something so obvious when pointed
out to him.
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