Author's Note: Hey guys, this is a quick 3 chapter fic I've managed to piece together by a request from one of my readers. NejiTenForever offered up this plot "where neji is blackmailing tenten into marriage" Though it's not exactly like that, it is what spurred this fic. So hope you enjoy it. Remember to check out my page to find more NEJI and TenTen work and others. THanks!

Chapter 1 (Explicit Content, M Rating Beware)

Neji snapped open his eyes and sat up. Horror filled him as he took in his surroundings. A bookcase full of weapons. A dresser topped with trophies and random crap. The ground, littered with clothes. He looked down at himself. His chest bare and with a little hesitation, he lifted the blanket up only to snap it back down again.

Naked. Completely and utterly naked.

He dropped his gaze to the left of him and there she lay, TenTen, asleep, hugging her pillow exposing her naked shoulders and messed long brown hair.

He rubbed his face, pinching his temples in a vain attempt to quell the building headache. His stomach flipped in terrible nervousness. His throat dry and his mouth sticky with the horrible aftertaste of sake. He maneuvered his legs off the bed, setting his feet on the floor, keeping a piece of the blanket to cover his privates as he dropped his head in his hands.

Regret had never before weighed so heavy on his shoulders. He stared at the carpet, going over yesterday's events, trying to figure out how he had gotten here. How he had let it get so far. But unfortunately, yesterday wasn't the only day mistakes were made. To get to the top of a mountain many footsteps must be taken. And years of friendship had carried them up to the precipice of yesterday.

Perhaps it began the day he first met her when they were twelve. His chivalry required him to walk her home everyday after practice even as she spouted off words of women independence and superiority. He would listen to her long winded rant about female equality with arms crossed and eyes closed. It wasn't just the first time he took her to her doorstep, no, he would hear the same kind of speech repeated everyday for two years. Sure it shifted and changed. New words she learned or new women's rights activists she met compiled into her lecture. But it was consistent in its quality.

Then at fourteen, she seemed to give up and accept the fact that he was well mannered and none of her feminist ways would stand in his way. Her words instead moved on, talking about their training, Gai, or Lee, not expecting any reply as she would ramble in her monologue. Sometimes he missed her speeches of chauvinistic men and then other times, he was grateful for her change of pace.

Then at sixteen, their walks became quiet. Comfortable. Enjoyable. Words were less important and sometimes, they walked longer than they needed to, taking a right instead of a left back to her place, going around the town instead of through it.

When did it become more? When was her presence more of a necessity than a nuisance? When did training with her become strung with tension instead of peace? When did she become a woman instead of the tomboyish girl he grew up with? It happened so steadily, gradually, that he couldn't pinpoint a moment. Yet he knew despite never talking about it, or even thinking about it, that he was falling in love her and she him. And by the time he knew what was happening, it was too late.

Perhaps it was their first kiss. A day like any other as he walked her home. But as they approached the door, she turned to him suddenly and kissed him so quickly, he couldn't respond fast enough. She was gone and the door was shut.

The second kiss happened six months later and this was just before the war, before their lives were forever changed. He dropped her off at her door and before she could go in, he snatched her arm and pulled her to him, holding the back of her neck as he kissed her. It was a long, drawn out kiss that had left them breathless. And as they stared at each other, full of confusion, full of excitement and love, he whispered 'good night' before walking away.

The war interrupted their lives, their futures, putting everything on hold. He nearly died and she couldn't forgive him for his attempted sacrifice to save their comrade. Their friendship seemed to end and for five months afterwards, as he recovered, as he regained his strength and talent, he didn't see her. Not once. It had been the slowest time had ever moved.

Perhaps it is fate that intervened or maybe just coincidence. They bumped into each other at the market. He had been speechless, gaping at her like a fool. Everything about her was the same, her hair, her face, her clothes, but she had somehow gotten so beautiful, he could hardly believe it was her. She smiled, a light blush on her cheeks and her voice, 'Hi, Neji', was the sweetest sound he's ever heard.

His reply, 'Hi,' was the stupidest thing he could come up with. He regretted it instantly. He didn't want to simply say hello. He wanted her back in his life. He wanted to yell at her for being distant, for leaving him when he needed her, for thinking she hadn't been on his mind when he stepped in front of Naruto to save him or on his mind at all times since. But he said nothing else. Until Lee came upon them with his exuberance and energy and invited them to go to dinner.

Dinner. Perhaps that's where it went wrong. Drink after drink, diving into history, talking to her again and listening to everything that's happened in his absence. They spoke about things that hadn't been thought about in years. Missions, team trips, moments were Lee and Gai were simply too much to handle. It was like a dam broke between them and they sat in that restaurant long after Lee past out and the kitchens closed and all that was left was the two of them, drinking, laughing, and enjoying one another again.

Two in the morning, he brought her home, bid her good night, and walked away with her smile in his eyes. So how then is he here? He had walked away.

Until he heard his name called from down the hall. He had turned around and she was running to him. He stood there hoping, praying she would do what he thought she would. And then she collided into him and his world burst into celebration as their lips connected. She jumped up, surprising him but he caught her legs just as she wrapped them around his waist and he began the walk back to her apartment never ceasing their kiss. It was sloppy and rushed and inexperienced but it didn't stop them. He rested her on the counter, and against his lips she murmured, 'Bedroom,' clawing at his clothes, pulling his arms out of his shirt to expose his chest. Her hands chaotic in their touch. He'd do anything she said at that moment to keep her doing what she was doing.

Once more he picked her up. He toed off his shoes, his manners never faltering even in his current state. He got into the bedroom and let her legs fall so her feet were now on the floor. It freed his hands to tangle in her hair, pulling out her buns with ease, the silk twisting into his fingers, holding her to his lips as she worked on her own clothes, undoing buttons he would have no idea how to find. When her shirt fell to the floor, they broke and his eyes dropped to take in private attributes he's never seen before. She was smiling, grinning even as she grabbed ahold of her sports bra and pulled it up over her head. He swallowed, unable to look away even as the gentlemen in him was screaming about indecency and immorality to be looking at naked woman.

Her hand grabbed his, lifting it and just before his fingers reached her skin, he had pulled back, a moment of clarity springing to life and he spun on his foot, 'I should go.'

'You can't back out now.' She murmured pressing herself against his bare back and he literally groaned at the feel of her. Her hands ran over his chest, sinking to his belly, and that rare moment of lucidity vanished. He turned back around, his lips on hers once more and her fingers gripped his shoulders, pulling him to the bed. He stumbled, a vain effort to stop their movements but it only pushed her further till her legs hit the bed and she fell into the sheets with him on top. He forced himself up on his elbows and knees placing a bit of space between them so she couldn't feel the excitement she was causing and his lips descended down her long neck. Her breathing caused his belly to boil and when he grasped her nipple in his mouth, her moans became a sudden goal. He wanted to hear more and do whatever he could to force them out of her.

Her hands wandered to his pants, pushing them down and he complied, mindlessly shoving them off as he concentrated solely on her breasts, learning where to touch and what she liked and what she loved. She then worked on her own pants and he had to lean back, breaking contact but the action wasn't quick enough and he grabbed the fabric and yanked it off her legs, tossing them to the floor.

It was another moment of reality as she laid before him with her legs spread, wearing nothing but panties. He simply breathed as his eyes raked over her. Her body was lean and everything he ever thought it would be. Her breasts perfectly round with lush pink nipples. Her thighs thick and full of muscle. 'TenTen.' He whispered breathless, 'We should stop.'

A simple smile was his response. 'I want you.'

The words broke him and he fell upon her, ravishing her mouth, her neck, her skin. He wanted to touch her everywhere, get to know her body the same way he knew her fighting techniques, her mind, her personality. But he was nervous, afraid even, of touching her where she didn't want him too. His hand glided up her thigh, her stomach, gripping a breast then diving into her hair. He was unprepared when her own hand slid downward, sinking into his boxers and gripping him. He broke from her lips, sucking in breath against her ear, his entire body rigid and stiff as she stroked him. It was a sensation he could never forget. It was new and erotic and he never wanted her to stop.

Until he needed her to stop and he gripped her wrist, resting his forehead against her collarbone, panting like he just ran across the country. She giggled into his ear, a vixen that enraged him. No amount of kissing, tongue and all got rid of her satisfied little smirk. He rolled them over roughly, laying back against the bed. She sat up on her knees, staring down at him and with a vengeance both hands stretch over her skin, pinching and twisting, making her squeal much to his delight. He gripped the back of her neck once more and brought her down to meet his lips. She broke the kiss however and slipped a hand over the back of his, 'This is where I want you.' She moved his hand down her body and he watched with wide eyes and baited breath as she slipped him between her legs. 'Like this.' She pressed her fingers on the back of his. Her panties were wet and he clenched his teeth as the tips of his fingers rotated at a certain spot, making her buck and moan. He watched her face, the way she closed her eyes, her breath hitched, and she bit her lip. More daring, he pushed her hand off of his and dipped inside her underwear, feeling the smooth texture of her center. The nub more prominent and he pressed against it. 'Oh, Neji.' She groaned, her head tilting backward and he kissed her throat, amazed he could cause so much pleasure from just a simple touch. He tested the waters, moving in small circles, observing each sharp inhale and twitch. She leaned to the side, falling on the bed and he followed with eagerness, his hand between her spread legs, his lips on her nipple. She twisted and mewed, it was a most amazing thing to witness. But it wasn't enough, he wanted to see where else he could touch. HIs fingers shifted from making circles into back and forth motions, slipping between her lips. The wetness became more pronounced and so did her trembling. He slid them further down and there he found her entrance and his finger slipped right in. Her whole back came off the edge as she moaned, her legs opening wider naturally. Inside her was like a warm sponge, surrounding his entire digit and drenched in her juices. If this was the reaction he gets from a skinny little finger, what was she going to do when he emerged himself into her?

Her hands pawed at her panties, 'Take'em off.' She breathed and he gripped each side of her panties and pulled them down her legs, throwing them with her pants. Once again, her legs were left wide and welcoming and this time, his eyes took in her most intimate part. It was odd but in a gorgeous sort of way. So different to see it in person and not medical books. It was shaved and tight. He could only imagine what it felt like inside.

He licked his lips, shaking his head, 'We shouldn't be doing this.'

'Do you want to leave?' She asked with a knowing smile.

'It's…' He struggled with words, staring at her naked center. 'It's,' he licked his lips again, his mouth dry, 'a sin.'

'Haven't you ever wanted to do something sinful?'

His eyes lifted to hers, 'Many times.'

Her smile turned into a wide grin. 'Show me.'

He slowly lowered himself, hands on both sides of her, keeping him a few inches above. He simply admired her face, kissing her gently once, twice, pulling back. He was shaking, desire overtaking him, excitement drowning him. He swallowed again, 'I've never...I don't…'

'Me either.' She touched his cheek, soothing him. 'I know a little bit. Girls talk.'

'It will hurt.'

'At first.'

'I don't want to hurt you.'

'Oh now you don't want to hurt me but when we're training you don't give a ratass.' She giggled, wiping the sweat from his temple.

'How else will you learn?'

'Shut up.'

There was a pause in their conversation and he kissed her softly once, twice. 'Do you…' His cheeks burned, 'I don't have a condom.'

'I'm on birth control.'

He blew out a sigh of air in relief. He kissed her savagely, their tongues battling, their passion escalating once more and her hands shoved at his boxers. He was just as eager, shoving them down and kicking out of them all the while kissing her cheek, her jaw, her throat. Her nails gliding up and down his shoulders and arms, sending chills. He paused once more, meeting her gaze. 'Are you sure?'

'God, Neji, you never talked so much in your life!'

He chuckled, nuzzling her neck as he grabbed himself, positioning right at her entrance. Her body clung to him and he murmured into her ear, 'Relax.' And with that, he slowly entered her, listening to the hitch of her breath, paying attention to the tension in her arms and legs. She was trembling just as he was. He felt it, when he pressed in, the break of her virginity and he stayed still until she told him to keep going. He kissed her to distract her and soon all her muscles lost their strength and he slipped further in with ease. He rested his forehead against her collarbone, withholding his groan, clenching his teeth. The warmth, the wetness, the tight embrace. He could have cum right then but he managed, barely, to hold on.

He moved back and thrusted forward and they both released a gruttal noise, clenching each other,incapable of keeping quiet.

Too little time passed before he began to feel the sensations building around him. He had to stop, change their position, focus on other parts of her body in order to ease the approaching orgasm. But it was inevitable. His first time, he couldn't keep going.

'I can't.' He grit out.

'It's okay."

"We need a towel."

"You can stay in.'

He squeezed his eyes shut, thrusting once more, 'I shouldn't.'

'Do it.'

And with her consent, he released inside, gripping her hips, a deep satisfied groan escaping despite how hard he tried to suppress it. His whole body felt weak and he collapsed upon her, breathing fast and hard. He couldn't believe how much of a work out this was and it only lasted ten minutes.

Ten minutes.

Shame filled him and he pulled back to meet her face. She was content, gazing at him, running her fingers up and down his back. 'You didn't…?' It was a question he didn't know how to ask.

She winced, 'Sorry.'

'Give me a few minutes.'

He pulled out of her, unknowing the mess that would cause. She snatched a blanket and shoved it between her legs but the liquid already spilt on the bed. Holding the fabric, she raced to the bathroom. He stared at the ceiling, catching his breath, amazed at the fading sensations and yet feeling like a buffoon for his failed performance. He could actually fall asleep right now and his eyes drifted closed but pride stood in his way.

When the light shut off from the bathroom, he sat up with his feet off the bed and held out his hand. She took it, letting him guide her to climb on his lap. Her arms around his shoulders, their lips found one another again and with her body pressing up, her breasts squashed between them, grinding her wet center against his deflated member, it only took a minute for his libido to return. The perks of being young, healthy, and virgin. She leaned up on her knees and with a guiding hand, slipped him back inside. Even wetter than before, he gripped her ass cheeks and helped her rock and bounce and move with such energy, her moans reached the entire apartment. It was easier this time to hold himself back and time lapsed from ten minutes to an hour and within that timeframe, she reached her peak four times, erasing his shame, restoring his manhood.

After grabbing new sheets from the closet and haphazardly tossing them over the bed, they collapsed beside one another, staring at each other with only the moonlight to expose their faces. His fingers danced upon her shoulder, her cheek, tucking in stray strands of hair, 'Are you aware of how I feel about you? How I've felt about you?'

Her smile was radiant. 'Yes.'

He nodded, satisfied he wouldn't have to word it. 'Are you in pain?'

'Did I seem like I was in pain?'

He stifled a yawn, fighting the need to close his eyes. He didn't want the night to end. He was afraid none of this was real.

She touched his jaw, 'Go to sleep.'

'I should go. My lack of presence will be noted.'

Though there was slight disappointment in her eyes, she hid it from her voice. 'Alright.'

'But I wish to stay.'

She snuggled closer, her legs entwining with his own. And that was the last of their conversation.

Now it's a new day and with a fresh mind, Neji gripped his head in terrible realization of what they've done. The consequences that will follow them from this day on. They were only nineteen with a lifetime ahead of them and now this mistake will have repercussions neither of them want. Why didn't he leave? So many times he tried when rationalization sprang ahead and yet it was smothered by irrational desire.

Neji stood up, snatching his underwear and pants, hastily putting them on while being as quiet as he could. He found his shirt in the kitchen by the door. After using the bathroom and cleaning his mouth as much as he could without a toothbrush, he almost reached for the door. It would be a cowardly move and one he couldn't do to her so he kneeled down on her meditation pad and stared out the window, to watch the late morning become early afternoon and think over their hasty actions.

It wasn't too long before she woke up. Her movements heard as she went about gathering new clothes, using the bathroom. He rotated on the pad and faced her doorway in wait. Her footsteps padded on the ground and out she came, stalling with an odd face as she met him sitting on the floor. "You're still here." She became slightly concerned about her appearance, tossing her long brown hair about in a quick attempt to straighten it out.

"Please sit."

With knitted brows full of confusion, she came around the couch and sat on the edge. "What's going on?"

"I apologize for my misbehavior. I cannot express how terrible my actions were. I will however stand by my misdeeds. I will converse with my Uncle to determine a time and place for marriage as is convenient for you."

She held up a quick hand, getting to her feet, "Marriage?" She busted out laughing, "What?"

He grit his teeth, "My clan is strict with its rules. I have disgraced you. I will not allow you to walk around a used woman."

She covered her face, dying of laughter, "I can't. I can't handle this. Neji. We aren't getting married."

"I must insist."

"And I must refuse." She hurried to kneel in front of him, grabbing his hands, "Neji, I'm not marrying you just because we slept together."

"Do you expect me to not follow my clan's regulations? I must take responsibility for my lustful regrets."

"Regrets?"

He paused, sensing her upset. "A misuse of words."

"You sure about that?"

Neji noted her retract as she stood and stepped backward, "You are misunderstanding."

"Regret is a very easy word to understand. And very hard to misuse."

"TenTen, I do not regret our night. However, repercussions are not always as pleasant. I've taken from you and should not have. Our actions last night are for married couples. Our sin is tangible. We must make it right and wedlock is the only salvation."

"Boy, I knew you were a little unhinged but this? Neji, your clan lives in the 18th century. I however do not. I'm not tarnished. I'm not a 'used woman'. I'm happy and perfect. So stop ruining this with craziness." She ventured to the kitchen, shaking her head, muttering to herself.

Neji got to his feet, "Craziness? Is that how you respect me?"

She took out the jug of milk, offering a soft smile, "No. I'm sorry. That was rude. But I can't understand you. This wasn't on your mind last night."

"I was plenty distracted but if you recall, I attempted to stop our coupling on multiple occasions."

She sighed, pouring her milk into a small plastic cup. "I don't know what to tell you. I'm not marrying you."

"Listen to reason, TenTen. You are dishonored. What sort of man am I to allow it?"

"Allow it? Allow it? Like I need any kind of permission from you!. Oh, God, let's stop." She lowered her forehead to the counter, tapping it lightly, "This is too much with a hangover."

Neji rounded the counter, grabbing her arm, forcing her up to look at him, "What is so terrible about marrying me?"

Her brows knit, love consuming her as she rested her hand against his cheek, trying to stroke the tension from his jaw, "Nothing. But we're young still. I'm nineteen years old. I don't want to get married before I even accomplish my goals. I'm not going to sit in some kitchen, waiting for you to come home."

"Having you live in shame is not a possibility for me."

TenTen rested her head against his chest and though his hands remained at his side, he didn't step away. "No one will have to know."

"I will know. Our sin will weigh on me and I will not be able to face my uncle with pride."

TenTen tightened as she stepped back, glaring, "Stop calling it a sin."

"It is a sin. You can pretend all you like but I will not ignore the teachings of my clan. I am a man of honor."

"You weren't last night."

The upset on his face made her regret her words and she attempted to reach out but he bypassed her, snatching his shoes off the floor. "Neji, stop, don't leave like this."

"We are going in circles. It is taxing and annoying."

She watched him as he forced his feet into each shoe, tying up the laces with jerking movements, expressing his upset but she didn't know how to fix it. Letting him walk out the door like this, however, was not ideal and with a shove off her feet she followed him to the door, grabbing his hand. He remained stoic staring out the entryway, refusing to look back at her. She rested her forehead against the back of his shoulder, "Neji." But any other words were lost to her. She couldn't marry him, not right now and especially not when it was more of an obligation than a want.

He waited a long time for her to unsay her words and agree to his proposal but when several minutes passed and she said nothing, Neji slipped out of her hand and walked away.

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