Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
A/N: What the heck was I thinking…? Blames Soda
Their relationship, if it could be called that, was a constant battle.
Rough hands raked through long dark strands curling around them and pulling causing the owner to grunt. Pale lips met against another pair in hot passion even as hands were lightly placed against the other's body causing him to grunt in pain. Pushed down and brought back up, their relationship was a constant battle. It was like a taste of forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.
Neji never thought he would be gay and still denied it. Itachi never really cared about his sexuality. They were together to hurt each other. Pain was their pleasure, explaining why strings were wrapped around Itachi's ankles so tightly they bled. The sin set them free, explaining why hands covered in blood that had killed countless thousandstainted Neji's body.
Love was nothing but a fleeting thought. Lust controlled them, desire was their companion, and pain was their third lover. It was a graceful battle. Itachi bit into Neji's neck, making him moan yet blood pooled in the depression of his collar and eventually spilled over painting his body. A kunai in hand he craved his initials into the Hyuga's side.
"Mine."
A small katana in hand, Neji stabbed it into Itachi's arm pulling it out and licking the blood off the blade. Sebon in hand, he wrote his own initials into the Uchiha's thigh.
"Mine."
Then they would fight for dominance. A bloody battle that consisted of traditional jujutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu, and another battle, consisting of lust and desire.
Their relationship, if it could be called that, was a constant battle.
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