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How You Are Crowned	By : Lykomancer Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Neji Views: 2480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-How You Are Crowned
- 1
It wasn’t unusual to be in the presence of the Sixth— he
was, even more than his five predecessors, in love with Konoha and its people,
and was characteristically found skipping out of the tedious paperwork in order
to grab a bowl of ramen with friends and rough-house with the village
children—but it was a little atypical to be called into his private inner
office, where Naruto himself rarely worked (and only then when he’d finally
buckled down on a particular project and would not be budged or disturbed from
it) and where few were invited into its depths, not even those especially close
to him. Neji wasn’t sure what was to be inferred from the invitation or
expected from the meeting— even he’d never been asked up to this office before;
the only thing he could posit was that it had something to do with working with
proud— stiff-necked, it had been said— Hyuuga clan in negotiations to
simultaneously eliminate the need for ingrained curse-sealing of branch members
while maintaining the exclusivity of the Byakugan, or, failing that, perhaps
the possibility of war, though he hoped this was not the case.

The door opened before he even raised his hand to knock, and he blinked in
surprise, taking in Naruto’s smiling face and overly bright eyes.

“Neji!” he said in a low, strange voice, and he stepped back and gestured,
letting the dark-haired man pad into the office, but despite the broad, toothy
smile, Neji didn’t relax. It didn’t take the Byakugan to see that the blond was
wound up about something; his shoulders were tight and his moments taut and
almost jerky-quick, though this wasn’t his normal exuberance—there was
something strange and he had an almost…anticipatory…air about him.

“Hokage,” he acknowledged, bowing his head briefly, but Naruto was on him
almost as soon as he’d latched the door shut behind him, leaning over his
shoulders—with some effort; Neji would always be taller than him—and cupping
one warm, rough-calloused hand under his jaw to lift his face again. Neji
stiffened at the close contact, almost involuntarily striking out in defense;
like most shinobi, he didn’t like being approached from behind, and though he
could sense it, it still made him nervous, and Naruto’s sudden touch was
unexpected and bewildering.

“Stop that. Don’t do that; not now,” came the breathy growl in his ear, and
Neji’s silver-white eyes widened and his brows shot up, his skin prickling
involuntarily as he froze up. He hadn’t foreseen this possibility at all, and
he was jerked between knowing that he should pull away, put some space between
them, find out what (if anything besides this) Naruto wanted, and then excuse
himself and pretend that this had never occurred. This seemed inappropriate
for these surroundings…but then, Naruto had rarely been overly-concerned with
social propriety, especially not in matters of love and sex.

“What are you doing?” He turned against Naruto’s hand, trying to pull out of
his grip, but the blond shifted with his movement easily— oh, how familiar they
were to one another, that he could sense Neji’s motion before he even made it,
react instantaneously to the change of tension in the muscles of his jaw and
neck— and he ended up rubbing his face against Naruto’s palm in an
unintentional caress, able to sense the salt of his skin against his lips, to
feel his own breath tickling the hairs on the back of his hand and wrist, and
he was close, too close, and neither one of them was backing away from this
intimacy.

Naruto laughed, his breath warm on Neji’s neck, his fingers stroking over pale
skin of his cheek until he was able to bring out a faint pink blush and
pressing up against him. “Playing,” he answered simply, with his typical
aplomb, not sounding hesitant or apologetic in the least, and his teeth found
Neji’s ear, worrying along the outside edge with an insistent sharpness, and if
he’d been difficult to ignore before, he now pushed that into the realm of the
impossible.

With Naruto, every time was like the first time all over again, redolent with
memories of the few missions they’d run together and the comradery that had
formed in long days of travel and close-quartered nights spent in the same
tent, the trust forged in desperation and spilled blood when facing a dangerous
opponent, trust that had been richly rewarded time after time and had grown
furiously, eagerly. There was a whiff of the afternoons spent in sparring
matches that had dragged out and then turned overly competitive, almost
vicious, as they’d struggled against one another— Naruto laughing and panting
for breath both when he managed to slip past Neji’s defense and get a good hit
in and when the Hyuuga rebuffed him, batting away his attacks like they were
nothing at all…mock-battles that had finally resulted in Neji slammed up
against one of the ancient oak trees with Naruto’s mouth attacking his
fiercely, stealing away his air of cool well-bred dignity and— finally
finishing what had been started at their first fight— collecting his claim on
the older shinobi, marking him as his own.

Neji had known that he’d never make a move toward the kyuubi-holder himself,
and though he remembered seeing the odd, possessive glint had come into the
blond’s eyes when they had sparred, he’d assumed that nothing would ever
actually come of it; it was only natural to admire a strong and skilled
opponent, and it was foolish to assume that anything more was meant by those
glances. He’d wanted for so long— years, now— to thank Naruto for bringing him
out of the darkness and showing him the light of life and hope, wanted to show
his gratitude in ways that words could not express, that nothing could really
express fully; he’d devoted his life to Naruto and his dream silently, with no
fanfare, and though the exuberant blond often exasperated him, he never
regretted his faith or loyalty. He’d already given so much of himself over to
Naruto; if he wanted his body, too, then Neji did not truly mind acquiescing
and giving that over as well.

In ancient times, the nobility had kept trained hawks and eagles— trained but
never tamed, as it was not possible to tame a bird of prey— both for their value
as a hunting tool and as a status symbol. Any man who was able to keep an
eagle, two kan of predator equipped with a hooked beak and ripping array of
talons capable of taking down a wild wolf, and make it his faithful friend and
ally, have it stay willingly at his side and wait for his command, more beloved
to the bird than the wind itself, was a man to be respected.

Neji wondered if Naruto was aware that their closeness had earned him the
sobriquet of the Eagle of Konoha— or sometimes, more directly and
insultingly, dripping contemptuously from the lips of over-confident enemies
when they first realized who it was that they faced, the Hokage’s pet
fledgling— but he was sure that he did not know of this, or if he did, that
he did not know what the title implied. It seemed to him a backhanded
compliment, and it was one that he was only willing to take gracefully from a
select few— Uchiha Sasuke, who’d smugly purred the nickname into his ear as
he’d taken Naruto’s place in bed after the blond had slipped away to get
started on his work, sliding nude between the rumpled and cooling sheets one
morning near dawn smelling of the mission he’d just returned from, sweat and
sweet spring grass, hands fisting in Neji’s long hair as he’d spread out
underneath him, smirking up at the older shinobi through femininely long
lashes, so confident in his own desirability that it was a challenge, one which
Neji could not have refused even if he’d wanted to…and the Kazekage Gaara of
the Desert, who’d pronounced the title in flat monotone as his blank salt-sea
colored eyes swept over him in mute appraisal when they’d met again before the
last biannual chuunin exam, his expression stern and unchanging even when he
finally nodded once, though afterward his unblinking gaze and long silences
hadn’t seemed so cold, and his distance had seemed more exotic than alien, as
enigmatic and heady as the deliriously intoxicating smoke of hallucinogenic
desert cacti. Neji’d take the nickname from those who understood deeply and
from their own experience Naruto’s hand helping to lift them up out of the
darkness of despair and desperation, acknowledging their suffering, validating
their lives and talents, and the unceasing gratitude and devotion he’d inspired
in them each because of this empathy and recognition; from them it was more
than tolerable— it was a compliment to be savored.

“Playing? Here?” The words were a low rumble in his throat, barely more than a
vibration against Naruto’s palm. It was tempting for Neji to make the blond
work for his pleasure as a payback for calling him up here to his inner sanctum
as if on serious business when he merely wanted sex, but Naruto had a way of
overdoing things, and if he started getting forceful it was likely to cause his
office to be utterly destroyed; some discretion was required for teasing in
this situation. He twisted against the blond in order to face him, his eyes
narrowing. “I thought you wanted to see me because of something important. I’m
beginning to think that you don’t take me seriously anymore.”

Naruto, strangely, hesitated for a single heartbeat, his fingers curling until
his nails scraped Neji’s skin, and then he laughed, lips curving back in a
cocky grin as his other hand wound up his back to tug the thong binding the
heavy mass of his hair free, letting the leather strip drop carelessly away to
the floor as he pulled the dark stands over Neji’s shoulder and pulled him down
against his hungry mouth, his passionate tongue arguing his own stance over and
against his lover’s protests— such was the art of Naruto’s persuasive skills.

“Important,” he affirmed, the breathy murmur almost lost as he surged forward
again, and though Neji knew from experience to cock his head to the side to
avoid being accidentally cut by one of his sharp canine teeth, the fierceness
with which he crushed their mouths together was enough to bruise their lips and
flavor their kiss with the faintest metallic taste of blood. Neji groaned low
in his throat, his best intentions cracking into pieces and falling in away, willing
even to ignore for now the way that the blond seemed to think that his sexual
impulses qualified as “something important”, and his hands traced over Naruto’s
chest, following from memory the leylines of chakra flow deep inside of his
body as they wound in and around the pink spongy sacs of his lungs and
indomitable powerful muscle of his heart— this was the essence of Naruto, flesh
and blood and power and passion, simple and straight-forward as earth and fire
and potentially just as dangerous. “Take you seriously. Take you…”

He panted for breath between the love-bites he dropped generously along the
smooth column of Neji’s neck and the crook of his shoulder, slurring praise and
dirty words carelessly, roughly tugging at the offensive clothing that served
no purpose but was a barrier between them, impatient and eager; Neji managed a
wavering smirk before highlighting his whisker-marks with his tongue, painting
each one with slow strokes while he worked much more calmly to undress his
lover, strong fingers folding back the heavy cloth and stroking his skin almost
reverently, taking his time precisely because it drove the blond insane with
desire…and that was half the fun of this game that he’d been drawn into.

Neji wasn’t sure if the satisfied purring he heard was the noise of his
clothing finally giving way and tearing under reckless fingers or if it was
Naruto himself, and while his Hokage’s garment caressed his body as it slid to
the floor in whispering folds, his own was stripped ruthlessly away from him;
his bare skin was instantaneously assaulted by Naruto’s raking nails, and red
welts sprang up in their wake from the dimple of his clavicles to the firm
angle of his pelvic bone. His broad hands curved around his hips, capturing his
buttocks within the cage of his fingers and kneading the muscle hard enough to
almost be painful, pinning him against his strong, study body. Neji shuddered,
his breath coming in ragged pants against Naruto’s shoulder as he tried to
force himself to focus on something other than the sensual, animal heat and
pleasure building up in the friction between them.

Every time with Naruto was like the first time all over again, he thought
again; it was an event: the whole world eclipsed by this single individual who
was everywhere and everything at once— dazzling and dizzying— allowing no time
for thought or reason, nothing but pure sensation. It was like dancing within a
flame, feeling the heat lick over his flesh in caresses that flickered over and
under his skin, penetrating even into his bones, devouring him body and soul in
a death so sweet he sought it out over and over again.

Neji’s elbows hit the edge of the heavy wood desk as Naruto spun him around and
shoved him down over it, and he drew in a hissing breath; the pain smeared spiced
honey hot and thick up his forearms, and he reflected with a wince how clearly
the marks of Naruto’s exuberance were going to show on his pale skin— even if
he dressed carefully, the faint pulses of damaged chakra flow would be evident
to anyone in the Hyuuga clan who sparred with him and used the Byakugan, and
somehow— though Neji had given up trying to figure that one out— Sasuke always
seemed to know and he never failed to let Neji know that he knew, his dark eyes
snapping with amusement and lips curving up in a double-edged smile…but then,
he, too, had been colorfully decorated by their excitable lover many times, and
his humor was excusable.

“L—Left hand drawer, Nej… Fuck! Gonna… Gonna f—fuck you ‘til you scream
for me…” Naruto gasped out, leaning on his back, nipping and nuzzling the space
between his shoulder blades, and Neji shook his head even as he stretched out
over the smooth surface in order to reach the drawer and fish around in it for
the object in question and then hand it back. Naruto was vocal, he was not, and
though he always said that, he’d never once managed to achieve this goal. Neji
thought that it gave him something to aspire to.

The oil was musky-pungent, a scent that Neji would always associate with Naruto
and sex, and one which never failed to provoke a reaction from him; his
erection twitched up against his belly as soon as the stopper was pulled free
from the bottle with a moist pop, and his breath hitched as Naruto’s slippery
hand slid into the cleft of his ass, rough pads of his fingers swirling over
sensitive skin in a tease that neither of them could stand for long before he
pushed inward. Neji closed his eyes and curved his back down and hips up
encouragingly, wordless invitation, and cupped his hand over Naruto’s unoccupied
one, dragging it down over hard nubs of nipples and firm stomach with an almost
languid slowness, guiding him down to where he wanted him most, and the blond
stiffened as his hand was wrapped tightly around the straining shaft of Neji’s
cock and groaned as though helplessly drowning.

Naruto shivered violently and abruptly pulled his fingers free, stroking Neji
arrhythmically even before he managed to line himself up properly, and his
inability to do even this simple thing well was both pleasing and utterly
frustrating to the older shinobi, and he squirmed against the desk with a
growl, attempting to correct Naruto’s fumblings by forcing his own pace on the
motions of the blond’s hand and failing, but then— finally, finally!— Naruto
rocked his hips forward and it was enough to make Neji forget about everything
else for a long moment, his mind going as blank and white as the sun on
pristine banks of snow, as blank and white as his own eyes. He arched back,
long hair dripping over his bare shoulders to fall like a sable silk curtain
around his face and pool on the wood, and his nail dug at the varnish until his
fingers ached from the pressure. Naruto growled delightedly and fell gradually
into a steady pace after a few experimental thrusts.

Neji gritted his teeth against the uncomfortable burn of the penetration,
concentrating instead on the slickness of the hand on his cock, but Naruto
curled tighter against him, biting and sucking at the back of his neck and
making that strange breathless grunting noise that reminded Neji once more that
there was a fox caged deep inside his lover’s belly, and the shift in position
both eased some of the stretching and allowed the blond to hit that spot deep
within him that made his nerve blaze and narrowed his world down to nothing
more than hedonistic pleasure.

There was a calm center to be found at last within the fiery whirlwind of
Naruto’s passion, and Neji embraced it wholeheartedly. This was his moment of
revelation, and every time was like the very first time, a brand new epiphany
all over again; this was atman through ananda— pure consciousness
through the vehicle of absolute bliss. Here he found at last the joy without
which his entire universe would fall apart and collapse into chaos, and he was
within the fire and the fire was within him, and this was sweeter, far sweeter,
than flying free could ever be. If this was the leash and jesses that kept him
at Naruto’s side, they were freely embraced and more precious to him than even
the depths of the wild skies.

Naruto’s teeth closed a little too hard on the nape of his neck as he bucked
furiously, and Neji moaned, too lost in his savoring of the delicious friction
and pressure to even realize the sound had slipped free, too far gone to be
aware of anything except the rising tide of exquisite sensation. Absently he
brushed back the dark ribbons of hair that had been sweat-stuck to his reddened
forehead and then threaded his fingers through the damp strands, pinning his
hair up and leaning his face against his forearm, sucking in his lower lip and
rolling it between his teeth as he unthinkingly thrust into Naruto’s almost
painful grip. His brow furrowed and he tensed— he tried to fight it back, make
this last longer— but then his mouth dropped open and contorted in a silent
snarl, and he came in a series of hard jolting jerks that forced Naruto over
the edge as well with a startled yelp.

Naruto slumped heavily against Neji for a moment as they both struggled to
catch their breath, and then slowly peeled himself away with one last
affectionate nuzzle, almost stumbling as he backpedaled and reached for his
clothes. “Th—thank you.”

Neji managed to lift his head and glance over his shoulder, wondering how his
knees could still be supporting him when they felt like they were are steady as
crumbling autumn leaves and blinking as though seeing the world for the first
time, and then turned carefully, keeping his weight against the reassuringly
unmoving support of the desk. The tacky, drying mingling of sweat and oil and
semen painting him irritated him now, but it was something he’d have to endure
until he managed to clean it off later, and, he remembered with a faint twist
of his lips, his clothes were torn, too; he hoped that no one on the way home
would notice that, though he had his doubts. The problem of living in a village
full of ninjas was that there were few secrets; they noticed everything.

He combed his hair back as he watched Naruto dress; there was something off
about the blond now, some nervous tension still in his shoulders and the
movement of his hands, and Neji sighed before going for his own clothes and
pulling them on.

I thought you wanted to see me because of something important… he’d
said, and he’d noted the way that Naruto’d hesitated for a second, and now his
mind went back to that, turning it over and examining it. Something was in the
air… Something that Naruto’d felt a need to prelude with sex, which no doubt
meant that it was personal and probably troubling.

“Well?” he asked finally when it was clear that Naruto was still debating with
himself on how to phrase whatever was bothering him; he focused on tying his
sash around his waist and didn’t look up— more than anything, he’d learned to
hate seeing the blond look vulnerable, and he felt a sudden spike of irrational
fear that if he met those bright blue eyes now… “As much as I know you enjoy
doing that to me, I don’t think that’s all of why you called me up here.”

“I met with your uncle this morning…” Naruto didn’t bother even asking what he
meant; it’d have been an insult to his intelligence and they both knew it, and
while Neji avoided eye contact, he could feel Naruto watching his reactions
closely. Neji could tell, too, that he was thinking about his words, and it was
so unusual for the blond that it made his skin prickle nervously. “…about the
future of the Hyuuga clan since Hiashi’s getting old and the leadership of the
main house is....” He broke off suddenly, and Neji raised a brow in silent
inquiry. It was obvious to everyone that Hiashi had always favored Hanabi, but
Hinata was the eldest and therefore the heir to the house of Hyuuga, and she
had proved herself many times over to the rest of the family despite her
father’s disapproval. He waited patiently. “You… You’re the Hyuuga prodigy,
probably the strongest member of your clan now that Hiashi’s gettin’ on in age,
you know, but…”

“But I’m not part of the main house,” Neji finished flatly for him. He’d come
to terms with this fact years ago, but in light of Hiashi passing on leadership
to his successor, it still chafed at old scars. If his only his father had been
born first, then he’d… But no, that wasn’t even worth wasting time thinking
about; it was futile and nonproductive. He’d accepted his own path and he was
satisfied with it.

“Noooo…” Naruto ran his hand through his hair and threw himself in his chair,
and finally Neji looked up at him, eyes narrowing as he tried to deduce
something other than the obvious from his posture. “But you should have been,
and everyone knows that, and it’d be best move to make you the head of the
family, branch member or not. And… Er… Hinata’s still…so…” Naruto flushed
brilliant red and finally spit out the words that had been caught in his
throat, the ones that were the point that he didn't like and hadn’t wanted to
say, and ones he hadn’t wanted Neji to hear.

“I finalized the arrangements for your marriage to Hinata this morning.”
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