Title: Scoring
Memory
Series: Naruto
Disclaimer: Naruto
and its characters do not belong to me.
Notes: Written
as a challenge: Neji/Tenten/Lee. I just skewed it a little bit.
The night Neji lay in the hospital, watched constantly by a grim faced Hokage, had been the first. Unsure if their former teammate, their captain, would ever wake up again--nevermind return to active duty--they had left the sterile hallways posessed.
They made it only to the back alley beside Tenten's apartment complex before Lee tugged her into the filtered darkness. Back pressed into damp-slick bricks, he welcomed the rough edges working measured lines into his skin. Maybe, maybe they were scoring bars for every second he had been late. Every second he'd failed him. As Tenten bent instinctively toward his mouth (his lips meeting with a ferocious blend of teeth and tongue, like he knew no other way), Lee hoped the lines would bleed. They didn't, couldn't speak, and if his hair was as black as Neji's was long, if her body as deceptively lithe, then maybe Lee was oak and Tenten, reeds, and that maybe made their dying Hyuuga a weeping willow. She arched when they climaxed, with a bruising twist of her hips, knees skinning bloody against the bricks. She might have called his name in a singular, quiet gasp, his name, and Lee might have had tears in his eyes, but they didn't talk about that either.