It was not something that many would approve of. A Hyuuga and an Uchiha. It was unheard of, even more so being that the said Hyuuga and Uchiha were both male. With the Uchiha being listed as a nuke-nin, well that made things more entertaining for both of them.
For Neji their meetings were a way of forgetting about his responsibilities to his clan. For Sasuke, it was a power trip from being able to have control over the young Hyuuga prodigy. Neither one of them questioned the others motives, then again neither of them really talked. They just seemed to know.
They would meet up where ever it was possible at the time. It was always Sasuke that would seek out Neji, never the other way around. Neji would, reluctantly, answer to Sasuke's beckoning, following him off into the wood, finding some spot for them.
They would stare at the other for a while until one of them got impatient, moving forward to all but forcefully press his lips to the other. Usually this was Neji, growing ever annoyed with that superior smirk that would rest on Sasuke's face, and by any means he wanted to watch it disappear. Sasuke wouldn't respond until Neji eventually bit down on his lip, where yes, it was sure to leave a nice purple bruise by the marrow, and he would grab a handful of the Hyuuga's hair, pulling so it tilted his neck back at an almost painful angle.
Clothing would ultimately become discarded along the way, Sasuke smirking at whatever bruises -now just a sickly shade of yellow- that he had left on the older male's body the last time they met. The marks were always left where clothing would cover them, there was no need to draw attention to their meetings. The bruises would be renewed every time, Sasuke's fingers pressing hard into the pale fresh as he slammed into the body underneath him, teeth biting down hard on Neji's shoulder, anything really to make the Hyuuga cry out. Not that it ever stopped him from continuing to make further marks when he finally did.
When they dressed, Neji would glower at Sasuke while the Uchiha just smirked. It was the same, every time, and once the clothes had been replaced, Neji's hair smoothed out (because Sasuke's never looked any different, no matter how much Neji seemed to pull at it), they would stare at each other for a moment before the Uchiha would turn and walk away. Never did Neji ask when Sasuke would come next, and never would Sasuke say when, or even if he was coming again.
But really, they never spoke anyways. Didn't need to. Whatever needed to be said was better left, and better understood unspoken.
