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To my fans: thanks for your love and support (especially my favorite Sakura-chan, without you this story, well, it'd still exist but there would be significantly less of it, and no sas/saku at all...) Much love, sorry for and errors, and read on. ^_^

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Neji couldn’t move. His skin felt like ice. Of course it would be Naruto. She’d loved him for so long. For so long. But Neji’d loved her longer. He’d loved her since he set eyes on her. From that day, that instant, he’d known she was his fate. He was destined to love her, protect her, for the rest of his life. It hurt more than he could understand then, that she had never chosen him. She’d only had eyes for Naruto. It had only ever been Naruto. He had lashed out at her in his youth, told himself that he didn’t need her, that she didn’t burn within him with every breath he took. He had failed. He hoped that now that they were older she could understand. Naruto had the whole village behind him, the silver tongued bastard; Neji had only Hinata. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly. Some part of him wanted to take her right now, in front of Naruto, wanted to claim her and make the younger man watch, unable to do anything. He wanted to hear her screaming his name. Instead he only slipped back into his cool demeanor. He smirked knowingly at Hinata and bowed out closing the door gently behind him. He managed to get a full three steps before he collapsed against the wall.
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No. No, no, no, no. She couldn’t let him leave like this. She’d seen the hurt in his eyes before he’d slipped back into his old self. He’d worn that mask when he’d nearly killed her. She knew what he’d been hiding then. She knew. You live with a person long enough and you begin to know him, begin to see his thoughts in his eyes. He smiled for her like he never did for anyone else. He laughed when no one was around but her. He cheered her on in his own, harsh way. He was hers. He loved her. She ran after him.
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Naruto was trembling naked in his towel. He had no idea what was going on. He knew it was too much, but he needed her warmth. She held him; she made it better when nothing else could. And she’d gone after Neji. Was it him she wanted? Or the older jounin? He wanted too much. She blushed for him, yes, she held him, but she blushed at the drop of a hat. And they were friends anyways right? Yeah. They were friends. He tugged on his still sweat-damp pants and headed for the window.
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He looked up when she grasped him to her. Oh god. He hadn’t even heard her. His eyes were so wide with shock, glassy with tears; his breath was trapped in his lungs, heart pounding in his chest like a caged thing. He trembled in her grip, don’t. oh, please Hina, don’t. Then she whispered his name, clutched tight against him, head buried in the hollow of his shoulder and he was lost. He was hers, he always would be. He clasped her to him and cried. He didn’t need to understand the words coming from her mouth, he followed where she led, he sat where she put him. All that mattered was the sound of her voice and the brush of her fingers in his. She wanted him.
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She clasped him from behind as his hand touched the open sill. He hesitated; she was stopping him out of pity, that was all. He whispered, “don’t,” his voice was tight with unshed tears, bottled emotion. He didn’t care. He threw her off of him. Then he spun. The look in her eyes. He broke. Don’t look at me that way, please Hinata, don’t. He pulled her into a crushing hug. Something in him would always ache for Sakura, would always want her, but he had failed to notice. He had always been wanted, needed, but he had never known. He knew now. And he wanted her.
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She was greedy. She didn’t deserve this, but she couldn’t bear to loose them both, not both of them, and slowly she was realizing, not either of them. She wanted them both. She was greedy and she knew it. But it was hard to tell herself that as Neji hugged her from behind hands working slowly up, lips pressing against her neck, breath coming quicker. He was panting. Panting for her. Naruto’s lips claimed hers. He was more hesitant, waiting for his cue, not wanting to intrude. She buried her fingers in his hair pulling him tight against her. He moaned as she pressed her tongue between his lips. She wouldn’t tolerate it, this hesitance. She wanted him. He was her light in the sky. She wanted Neji, he was her grounding stone. She needed them both. She felt Neji pull away from her, then her shirt was pulled over her head, then he was back leaning against her. Skin against skin, he’d lost his shirt as well. She broke with Naruto for a second as Neji made her forget. Her breath came in gasps as his fingers burned trails in her flesh. Naruto claimed her attention again. He was hesitating again, sitting back on the edge of the bed. This time it wasn’t her hand on him, but Neji’s. His hand darted out, dragging the shorter man forward. She felt more than saw Neji kiss Naruto roughly and shove him back. “The shirt,” he growled, “lose it.” He faltered, trembling hands pawing at the edge of his garment, until Hinata’s held them. She slid her hands under his shirt, begging with her eyes for this, to see him, and suddenly it was gone. Naruto flung it away like he’d never need it again and the insecurity melted. He leaned forward claiming her, exploring her with his mouth. He straddled them both, legs spreading impossibly wide as he pressed into her. Naruto’s fingers tugged at her pants as his mouth closed on her breast. She gasped and arched forward, moaning as his tongue worked. Neji whispered, but she couldn’t make out the words, she couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of her heart in her ears as Naruto’s hand slipped down her pants. Naruto’s fingers closed on the clasp finally, releasing it, and slipped the pants off her hips. If Naruto had been wearing underwear she never saw it as he cast his pants aside. He rose up, rubbing himself against the entrance of her as his hand worked, Neji’s voice echoing softly in the background. She stilled. Had he said wait? Neji’s fingers moving faster over her, then softly “…sixteen…” She felt strange, what was he doing? “…thirty-two…” He wasn’t caressing, hands moving so quickly to touch and move on. Then she realized and he traced a final circle around her naval and darted strait down as Naruto entered her, “…Sixty-Four.” Hinata barely knew what hit her then as she cried out. She couldn’t stop convulsing, waves of pleasure coursing over her with Naruto’s every thrust. She was trembling uncontrollably. One hand reached back, searching for him. “Neji…” she gasped and he kissed her neck. “Don’t worry about me,” he mumbled, then he was lifting them both, shifting them gently. She felt him brush her and she stilled, nervous, but then he was gone. Naruto’s rhythm faltered and he gasped. He halted in her, head thrown back, breath gasping from him, as Neji entered him. He pitched forward, sliding halfway out of Hinata, as he adjusted them both for a better fit. Neji was curled around her, arms locked around her waist, panting. Then she couldn’t think any more, her voice warring with Neji’s for dominance as Naruto moved in and over them both.
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The air smelt like sex: sweat and musk. Naruto’s limbs tangled in Hinata’s as they both slept. Neji ran a hand over her. She was so soft. He smiled on them both. He was always the first one to wake up. Naruto yawned and rolled over, on the verge of waking. Neji chuckled to himself as he realized something; Naruto’s hat was missing. He always insisted on wearing it to bed, but sometime in the middle of the night Hinata had stolen it. He snuggled back down against them. Let someone else get up first, he thought as his eyes flickered. He was warm. He was safe. He was loved. He smiled. For the first time in a long time he was truly happy.