Right Kind of Wrong
Warning: This fic is rated M, so please be aware of that and turn back if instances of profanity and sexual situations are abhorrent to you.
Disclaimer: Neither Blade Redwind nor Nokito-chan in any way own Naruto or its affiliated characters.
Know all about,
About your reputation
And how it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore
I know I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you, isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't want to spend my time with you
I should try to be strong
You're the right kind of wrong
-The Right Kind of Wrong
by LeAnn Rimes
Sasuke didn't say anything to her on the ride there. Sakura had driven Temari and Konohamaru home and the devil in the driver's seat had taken the keys from her. Whether he'd done it out of spite, because he was worried about her driving with a few more drinks in her system than he'd had, or a little of both—she wasn't sure. Granted, she'd had more to drink than he had... Sasuke was pretty good at making everyone think he'd had too much. He'd told her years ago there were many times he pretended to be a little off kilter to get in better with women. How that helped entirely she wasn't sure.
But she wasn't really thinking about any of those details—not presently.
Tenten Sarutobi was brooding; or maybe brewing was a better word. She was half-giddy with anticipation of, both literally and metaphorically, screwing her rival over (and being done with this mess, she told herself), and still half-aggressive with what he'd said to her.
It was probably a good thing Sasuke was so quiet. She wasn't in any mood to talk, not to him when he was so against this. He'd been the one to tell her to go for it in the first place so what was up with him now?
She could just barely see him out of the corner of her eye. He looked relaxed enough driving her Demon; however, the faint furrow to his brow, the slight frown on his mouth, and the dimness in his eye... He was worried, she knew. About her. He didn't need to be! Wasn't he the one who'd taught her how to do all of this the right and safe way? She could hear his voice reiterating to her that time long ago what to do, what not to do, how to avoid a bad situation with a guy, if you got into one how to get out of it, who to be wary of, always use a condom, use birth control, get checked monthly... the list went on. And that was just to be clean and safe. Nevermind how to reel the guy in... not that it was too hard for a girl.
She did agree guys had it harder.
UGH, off topic, Ten!
There wasn't much of a need to feel sorry for Sasuke anyway. He could just go on being stupid. She knew what she was doing.
Hyuuga was going to pay. He was going to have fun, she was going to have a lot of fun, and in the end he'd just end up pissy at her for making him want her all over again.
Chocolate browns jolted to Sasuke. He caught her eyes for a few brief, heavy moments before indicating with a lazy gesture to her window.
She looked and sure enough, there was Hyuuga's huge-ass house... looming in the dark.
"Thanks," she murmured as she grabbed her bag and opened the door.
She paused, but didn't turn around or look at him.
"...Don't trip up."
She nodded and then left, shutting the car door behind her before he could say anything else to shake her up. She had to stay focused on the goal. She wanted this. He was just being an idiot. What was the point of being so slick if you couldn't use it to prove a point to a prick once in a while?
And Neji had it coming... prick.
As she walked up to the gate it was already shifting open. Behind her, she could hear Sasuke driving away. He'd agreed to wait around the corner just in case someone came by who might wonder about who he was. Plus, kids in the area knew her car. All she needed was a rumour to spread like wildfire.
Hanabi was waving from the front door, urging her to hurry. Tenten ran the last few steps and the younger girl practically yanked her in and pulled her into a dark room just around the corner.
"He went straight to bed when we got home. Everyone's been sent home but the old man who's been employed since my grandfather hired him." She rolled her eyes. "He should retire... but whatever... good thing about that is he's conked out for the night in his room on the other side of the house.
"I don't know if you've noticed... but we're not exactly the type of household... to get in trouble even when my father's out of town. So—"
Tenten nodded. "So they just leave you to yourselves."
"For the most part." The younger girl grinned. "And as long and Hinata and I keep it under the radar Neji pretty much ignores us when our father goes out like this."
"Makes sense... So..." Tenten waved her hand as to indicate where to go next.
"OH!" Hanabi partially exclaimed, eyes widening. "I just didn't want anyone seeing you. I mean... I guess I'm just being paranoid... but try to be quiet... well, at least until you get into Neji's room. If anyone found out I was the one who got you in here..." she shuddered. "You can't even let Neji know I did, got it?
"That's what I pulled you in here to tell you."
"Cool, c'mon. I'll show you where to go and then get back to my room and far from getting into an inch of trouble."
Tenten didn't respond as Hanabi led her up a staircase and halfway down a hall. The younger girl stopped at a door.
"This is my room," she whispered and then pointed to the door at the end of the hall; the very last one. "That's Neji's. You'll pass Hinata's... so just try to keep it stealthy, alright?"
"She is sometimes. And I didn't tell her I did this for you either." She rolled her eyes again. "My sister is a little too goody for her own good sometimes.
"Anyway, good luck."
"Thanks... I think," Tenten replied to the closing door and disappearing Hanabi.
Her view shifted from the white painted wood in front of her to the one at the end of the hall. She almost glared at it as a sinister smirk curled across her features.
Just wait, Hyuuga.
Musk from the barn permeated his senses. The scent rolled off of him—literally. Sweat gathered in crevices and muscles ached in a way that was familiar and calming. Finally, he'd found his center again. For how long that would last he couldn't be certain.
With a sigh Neji dropped a wet shirt into his laundry basket. His room, like most others in the house, had its own bathroom. A fact he was grateful for most of the time, like now. It was one of those few places he could gather quietly without fear of being verbally molested by one of his cousins or anyone else. And right now he needed it.
The rest of his clothes hit the basket just after his shirt. He reached for the knob to the shower and started the spray. The sound of water against tile quieted every other noise. After a quick adjustment he stepped in and shut the glass door.
He stood there for a while, eyes closed, as he leaned back into the rain-like downpour. It rolled over his chest, abdomen, back, and thighs. A long exhale escaped him as he settled into the temperature, as he ran his fingers though his loose, long strands.
And suddenly, the action reminded him of her hands right there, running into his scalp, digging in and caressing. Almost immediately, he could feel her breath on his face, her exhale across his lips, her voice along his cheek as she whispered with dripping sarcasm and teasing snippets of—
His fingers dug in to his own scalp just a moment before he nearly ripped them away from his head, almost pulling out hair in his wake. Something between a bark, a growl, and a cry of anguish left the passage of his lips. As he exhaled, panting with frustration, willing his heart to stop hammering in his chest, the quiet of the shower—the white noise of the spray—wrapped around him like an insanity.
He allowed his back to fall against the wall behind him, sighing and wiping a hand down his face. The heavy thump against his abdomen reminded him just what his vivid conjuring of her memory did to his body.
How easy it would be to just reach down and take care of himself as he usually did... but that would mean so much more than a mere fantasy he drummed up. Giving in to her, even by himself, that was dangerous. It led to dangerous things he couldn't give into.
Dangerous things he'd told himself he was done with over an hour ago—that he'd told her.
And yet the longer he stood there, feeling like a jilted idiot, asking himself what the harm really was when no one would know but him, the harder it became to say no.
"Fuck it," he whispered before he relaxed back into the wall, the spray of water, and began to roll careful digits over flesh in a way that barely mimicked her hand.
Tenten slowly released a breath once the door to Neji's room was open and she realized he wasn't in it. She blinked several times, just staring. But, upon recalling what Hanabi had said she quickly and quietly shut it behind her. And then she frowned.
If he wasn't in here then where the hell was he?
Her eyes swept around the room, narrowing only slightly in frustration. She couldn't help but note the muted, simple cleanliness of it all. It wasn't what she'd call Spartan, but it was a far cry from what her room would look like if her grandfather ever got around to redoing it. She made a mental note to remind uncle Asuma once more about that.
Trapped in her own momentary and half self-induced ADD she wandered around, coming to a book shelf. Idly, her fingers slipped over the spines. Most of the titles were about horses or uncommon ways to handle them. There were a few fiction books... sci-fi... some classic stuff—nothing too surprising there. It was Neji, after all.
Well, if he wasn't here—
She stopped as that thought brought her to a physical halt; her foot thumped against something, nearly tripping her.
Shoes ... and socks.
So he was home.
Her eyes travelled up and locked on another door she hadn't noticed in the room. A door illuminated by light along the bottom. She closed the distance to it and listened. And then a slow smile curled across her lips. This—this—was almost better than finding him asleep or catching him engrossed in something. No, it was better.
Like hell you'll see this coming, Hyuuga.
Praying he wasn't paranoid enough to lock the door, Tenten carefully began to turn the knob. Once she was certain it wasn't, she began to undress. Her bag was placed on the floor. Each article of clothing went into it so she wouldn't have to search for it when she left. Her hands half shook in frustration as she fought with her jewellery.
She took a quick breath before taking the knob again, and this time entering swiftly and silently.
Everything was brightly lit by the fluorescents along the mirror. Although, it was hard to see anything past the panes of glass because of the humidity the heat clouded them with. Still, he must not have heard her or seen her; all was quiet as she strode across the room, just a hair smaller than his bedroom, and reached for the metal bar to open the glass sliding-door.
Here she didn't hesitate as she had with the bedroom and bathroom door. She just slid it open; however, the sound of a breathy moan made her take pause just as she slid the door shut behind her. Curiosity hit her for only a second before she realized what had caused such a noise.
He wasn't the first naked man she'd seen and he wouldn't be last. They came in all shapes, sizes, colours, and (unexpectedly) flavours. Many of the guys she found herself attracted to were not what a lot of girls ogled on TV and in the media. She didn't like them anorexic-skinny; that shit hurt when it came down to missionary, all bones against bones.
Sasuke was skinny, but he had his share of muscle. He worked out; he just didn't fill out like other guys did. So, it was an odd thing to change her own perspective once she'd realized not every guy was physically going to match up to her best friend and first lover.
Neji though... he was all tone, all abs, and all arms; probably from working horses. His skin, so blush-white, accented the shadows of all those dips and valleys.
Water rolled over him so naturally, caressing along his skin until it hit the tiles under his bare feet. His hair was soaked in it, flattening like black ink over his back because of the dampness. Several strands had fallen across his face and curled over his jaw and up along his neck—not that he noticed. He was bracing himself against the wall, looking both pained and desperate, as his fingers sought to bury themselves into the tile behind him. Her eyes focused on his other hand; she watched in rapt silence as his graceful digits drew up and down, smoothing over veined flesh.
She couldn't help the flush that bloomed over her features in her silence, nor the way her body burst at the sight of him doing something so... personal. She'd seen men do it before, the more brazen ones; however, for some reason watching Neji...Neji doing it... Prideful, stern, too-good-for-it-all, intelligent, 'perfect' Neji just didn't compute in her head. Not right away, anyway. But, even when she came back to herself, it was still hard to imagine.
In the end, all she could do was smile after she managed to collect herself. He was so engrossed in his own actions he still had to notice her.
He still didn't as she stepped forward, placed both hands to either side of his head on the wall behind him, and came within a hairsbreadth of his bare skin. Her lips were barely brushing his as she whispered softly, "Need some help with that, Hyuuga?"
He jumped and his eyes flashed open, meeting brown; laughter danced over the sound of running water. A gasp left him; pinkened lips parted. Inadvertently, his grip loosened; just barely, he registered that thickness falling against skin not his own. That might have shocked him had it not been for the rather real naked female presence in front of him.
She laughed again. "Don't stop on my account..."
For some reason that got him to come to his senses. His hands snapped over her upper arms, pulling her away from him. His grip was tight, his jaw clenching. "What are you doing here?" He couldn't keep the aggression out of his voice. How could he? She was in his shower. Naked. He was naked. She'd seen him...Christ!
He closed his eyes; and yet even as he counted, it wasn't enough to stop the red blooming across his face as it hit him—what she'd seen him doing. Her laughter wasn't helping, as soft and as sexy as it shouldn't have fucking been.
"This is bordering on sexual harassment, Sarutobi," he bit off, opaque hues boring into hers.
She smiled, leaning into his grip and settling her hands on his hips. "So like you to point out facts when you have a naked wet woman in front of you. Honestly, if it wasn't for the time in car I'd begin to wonder if you were gay." And then she reached for him.
His hand snapped over her wrist. "Stop."
She sighed, lashes half-lowering over her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something and then snapped it shut, smiling. He'd let go of her shoulder, so it didn't take much for her to free herself and drop down to her knees.
"What—" Anything he wanted to say choked on the noise straining to spill from his throat. He found himself bracing the wall again, this time both the back and side wall; it was all he could do to keep his knees from bucking as her mouth wrapped around him, as her tongue coiled around his flesh, as she sucked, nibbled and blew over it.
He was torn in two directions. Part of him wanted to stop her, to pull her away, to make her quit the way she forced his body to submit to hers. And then the other half of him, the winning half, wanted her to keep going until he'd had enough; at which point he'd give in completely.
It wasn't fair she was so... experienced. It wasn't fair she knew exactly how to push his buttons, to get him in just the right spot.
His eyes opened and he jerked as her tongue rolled over his... He looked down just as her tongue dropped one sac gently. Once she met his eyes, soaked in the spray of the water... his eyes travelled to her bare breasts. He swallowed as he followed pinked peaks, up the curve of her neck, the way her hair flattened and half-curled over her perfect skin.
He repressed a groan.
It just wasn't fair, damnit.
It really wasn't fair when she let her tongue creep out in an all too cute way and lap once over his tip.
His heart slammed erratically after that; he made himself go still as she slid up his front, bare wet breasts caressing his abdomen and chest, among other things; the action was frictional against the falling water; it splashed and sprinkled both the wall and her face. He shuddered involuntarily as her fingers crept up his neck and into his hair, as she pushed her center into his, as she sighed—cooed—across his lips.
"C'mon Neji... I'm right here."
Maybe it was his first name on her lips, the way the letters rolled over her sensual tone; maybe it was the way her warmth slid against him; maybe he was just drugged on the lust the situation provided. He didn't know, but at that point he wasn't sure it mattered anymore.
He was hard, they were wet, and his resolve was in tatters.
He pulled her into his arms, but not too urgently. If he was going to do this it wasn't going to be fast, hard, and over. It was going to last and it was going to be good, if he could help it. He wasn't so far gone as to act like a complete beast.
If she thought they were going to have a complete repeat of the closet, she was dead wrong.
One hand curled around her, over her butt so he could press her more firmly against him. His other took the back of her head as he slanted his mouth across hers. She made a noise into his mouth and softened in his arms.
"I'm not doing this in a shower," he managed to breathe out between his lips on hers.
"Good." In that instant he shut the shower off, opened each door, and lifted her into his arms.
She blinked. "You don't have to—."
"Are you really going to argue with me now?" He stopped, and gave her a look with one brow raised.
She smiled. "And here I thought you enjoyed my wit."
He dropped her on the bed and crawled after her as she moved up towards the pillows. He hovered over her and stared right at her. "One would assume you didn't come here to talk." Anything she had to say next was silenced with his mouth. Her muffled words turned into laughter; the sound tumbled down his throat and warmed him.
When she wasn't angry or defensive Tenten's laughter was deep and light all at once, rolling over him unexpectedly and without his permission; it soaked into his skin the way her presence did, demanding to be seen—heard.
Her skin was warm too; the softness of it became gooseflesh against his palm as his hand caressed down her side, as his thumb rolled just barely over the edge of her stomach, as deft fingers trailed down her thigh and gripped gently as if to make sure he wasn't asleep.
He couldn't imagine the hell he'd be in if his uncle found him doing this with her; but then, he'd already decided to ignore his usual sanity and grounded logic. Whatever hell had to be paid he'd pay it later.
He listened as she gasped while his lip traced the curve of her neck and along the underside of her ear. Her arms were on his shoulders, nails just barely biting as she moved her head to allow him more access.
"Don't be too cautious," she whispered. "I won't break."
And then he bit gently, shutting his eyes in appreciation as she arched her back just enough so her chest pressed into his; hard nipples dragging. The hand on her thigh drew up, curling naturally under her back so he could keep her there, skin against skin. But he wanted to move lower... and keep that warmth.
He drew back awkwardly, pulling her with him. She blinked at him, raising a brow until he settled her on his lap, her legs around his waist.
"You like to move," she said with a small smile as her hands rested on his forearms.
"Isn't that the idea?"
And then she laughed again, at least until his lips lazily came to envelope one of her nipples. Then her body tightened against his; her nails were cutting into his flesh once more. The noise she made caught deep in her throat, sounding half like a growl. He couldn't help the way it made his blood burn in his veins, ripping through him and pressuring into him a want to go faster and harder. The longer he was with her like this the more he had to repress his body from repeating that night when all self-control had been a faint memory.
He was on his back, head bouncing against the mattress. He opened his eyes and stared up at hers, locking on her stern and impatient expression.
"Every time you start to get into it you slow down. You're killing my overdrive, Neji. All this starting, going, slowing, is starting to piss me off."
His eyes narrowed and he frowned.
"Can we pick up the pace? Or are you afraid to?" As she asked this she smirked.
"Excuse me?" he bit off, affronted. "I have no reason to be." Fear was not something he liked being accused of, especially by her. Although, really, this wasn't the best situation to be accusing him of it in.
"Then you tell me what's going on," she replied as she lowered her face closer to his, lips hovering over his own. "I was kinda hoping for a more complete version of our time in the closet. But, if you're not man enough to rise to the challenge—"
She expected him to toss her on her back, but instead he tangled his fingers into her scalp; he dug in, took hold of her hair and forced her lips against his. The action effectively took her breath away, the desperation of it, the way he let go of all his... pompous control and gave in with a passion she always suspected danced just under the surface of his calm exterior. His other hand went lower, grabbing her ass so that he could push her down as he ground upward and slid along her moist center. She shuddered against him, both giving into his kiss and giving back with equal fever.
It was heat; liquid heat poured through her, making her claw at him, grind against him, nip at him and bite along his neck. Her hands were everywhere as much as his were. They rolled over once, twice, three times, changing positions; they gasped and moaned, drawing it out until Tenten finally rolled him over, slick with sweat and panting as she took him in her hand and placed his tip at her entrance.
"Shut up," she snapped before sliding him into her in one quick motion. "I'm on the pill," she managed to get out, just as she realized she'd broken rule number one. Still, if Neji had an STD, she was the queen of England; so she let it go.
The look on his face forced any other thoughts from her mind. She'd expected to feel giddy with some sense of accomplished revenge. But instead ...
Her heart jumped, slammed, against her chest as his opaque hues locked on her much darker ones. Her jaw went a little slack and her expression came up blank. She didn't know what to call it; the feeling that hit her... it was like he was staring right through her.
She felt... naked.
But before she could think much more deeply about it he rolled her over again, kissed her, and started to move. But the kiss wasn't the same; it was totally different, not just in comparison to their kisses... but to any other kiss she'd ever shared with a guy before. It was tender, demanding, and it felt as though he was breathing himself—his feelings—into her with it.
She couldn't fight it, even as some nagging fear crept up on her. Because all at once she was drawing closer and closer to that breaking point her body sought.
"Neji..." she heard herself say between the caress of his lips on hers.
She gave into it somewhat unwillingly and he held onto her, crushing her to him like he couldn't bear to let go and gave in himself. Her name was on his lips as they cried out together, bodies taunt, and spent themselves on their own need.
A moment passed before he rolled off her. Slowly, she swallowed and opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to push down the feeling that this really hadn't gone the way it should have. Had it...?
It didn't matter. She had to go. And she couldn't let him see it, whatever it was that was bothering her. She especially couldn't let that bastard Sasuke see it. Shit.
"What time is it?" she asked as she got up hastily and went to her bag; she began to throw her clothes on.
"...3" Neji answered as he sat up and watched her curiously.
"I have to go. If my uncle finds me coming in at this hour I'm dead."
He managed a lazy nod before he wiped a hand down his face. "This round goes to you, I suppose... not that I should be complaining."
She hated that her grin was forced while she replaced her earrings. "Lucky for you I don't kiss and tell. So, as far as your friends and mine know, ball is still in your court." She flung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door. But, not before a hand took her arm, pulled her around, and warm lips assaulted her own. When he pulled back, his voice was soft, his smile boyish.
"Just wanted to get that before we start fighting again."
Her heart strained at his words, the playfulness. It was in that moment she realized—finally—just what that creeping fear crawling up her spine was. Somehow, she forced another smile. "Night," she said before practically running out of his room.
It all passed in a blur – the silent glide through the shadows to Hanabi's door, slipping inside and avoiding the younger girl's curious questions about how it had gone. After all, though Hanabi wasn't stupid, she was still very young and therefore innocent. She thought she'd helped Tenten sneak into Neji's room to continue a conversation; a laugh wanted to bubble past her lips, more out of hysteria than because of any amusement … how could she tell Neji's cousin that it had gone nowhere near as planned? What would she say? "I wanted to fuck his annoying presence in my life away and instead I seem to have wound up making it worse?" Abruptly Tenten was glad she'd taken the few seconds out in the hallway to tie her hair up in a tight bun – in the dim light the wetness of her hair wouldn't be too noticeable. Luckily it was late and Hanabi was anxious to get her out of the house before they got caught, and she ushered Tenten out into the hallway again with only the minimum of curious probing.
With a sigh of deep relief Tenten slipped out of the Hyuugas' front door and quickly ran over the gravelled drive to continue her trek to the gate over the grass – it would make less noise that way. All the while she was incredibly conscious of Hanabi's speculative gaze boring into her back. Part of her couldn't help but wonder if Neji was looking out his window, if he was trying to catch one last glimpse before she disappeared into the night … she shook her head violently and sped up her pace. The gate loomed in front of her, her ticket to freedom; she could just make out the dark shadow that was Sasuke waiting for her in her car just outside the glowing pool cast by a streetlight.
Oh, god, how was she going to face Sasuke when she felt like this? When everything had been turned on its head and she had no idea which way was up anymore though she was frantic to escape … the look on Neji's face, the way he'd said her name, held her close …
The gate opened smoothly, soundlessly, and Tenten quickly slid through the gap and ran to the car; threw herself into the passenger seat and managed to wave a careless hand indicating Sasuke to drive.
From the corner of his eye Sasuke watched as Tenten slumped down in her seat, relief in every line of her body. But he'd known her forever, knew her better than most, and he could pick up on the tell-tale lines of tension that tightened her muscles and mingled with the relief.
"I take it all did not go according to plan," he murmured, voice heavy with irony.
"No, it went exactly as planned," Tenten sat up straighter, defiance coloring her voice.
Sasuke smirked mirthlessly, shooting her another quick glance, "If you say so."
"I do say so." She nodded decisively and quickly changed the topic before he could probe too deeply, "So, are you crashing with me or what? It's way too late to drive you back."
The car drew to a gentle halt outside her gate and they waited patiently while the gate slid open; in the early hours of the morning traffic was non-existent and it had taken them even less than the usual few minutes to arrive at the Sarutobi residence.
"If all went as well as you say, I don't see how you've got the energy for another round with me," Sasuke drawled teasingly and pretended to wince when Tenten punched him lightly on the arm in retaliation.
But Tenten's laughter ringing through the car eased the knot of apprehension that had tightened by increasing increments from the moment he'd left her at the Hyuuga's gate and Sasuke allowed himself another small smirk.
"I thought you had your sights set on getting into Sakura's pants now," Tenten teased back.
Sasuke shrugged noncommittally, "Maybe. But we'll never know since you won't let me within five feet of her."
"Damn straight!" Tenten nodded vehemently to underline her decisive words.
"Don't complain – you're not putting out so what do you expect me to do?"
The words were light – still playful and teasing – as they got out of the car and slowly made their way up the front steps. As Tenten fumbled for her keys in the dark, she laughed over her shoulder at the Uchiha slouching behind her.
"Damn straight," Sasuke returned, giving her a slight shove to indicate she should hurry up.
They slipped silently into the shadowy house, and it was as if they were 12 years old again and sneaking in long past curfew, struggling to keep the laughter suppressed so Mikoto wouldn't wake up. The worry of the evening fell from Sasuke's shoulders as he allowed himself to relax into the knowledge that Tenten was fine. But he couldn't quite forget the wildness in her eyes – just barely seen in the glow of the street lamps outside the Hyuuga place – the almost panic that had lurked in the hazel depths. Whatever she claimed Sasuke knew that all had not gone as she'd planned.
As he followed her down the dark hallway to her bedroom, he trained his gaze on her back, eyes roving over her, and he was relieved to find that none of the tension from earlier was present in her posture. Still, he knew that more was going on beneath the surface than Tenten would ever admit. His mouth firmed with determination; she would hate it if she found out so he would have to be careful but, silently, Sasuke decided that he would have to keep an eye on Tenten for the next few days.
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