[AN:] I am on a roll, folks—I do not think I've ever made three stories in a row, though to be fair, this three weeks old and finally touched again now. This was going to be in a compilation of some Naruto fics I need to finish, but this one seemed too long to be with the others. A three part story. The second chapter should be uploaded in a few days.

Hope you all enjoy...

[Author:] Lumiere de Venise

[Title:] Temporary Marks

[Genre:] Romance & Humor

[Prompt:] 12."Dont be so rough. there cant be any marks." 72."You don't need to cover up the bruises/hickeys."

[Ship:] NejiTen(NejixTenten)

[Rating:] M. The true M parts will be in the next chapter.

[Summary:] Tenten bites and claws a tad too much and Neji prays the price...That is, until the next time they do it.

[Word Count:] TBD.

[Disclaimer:] I do not own Naruto, nor am I or will I ever profit from this fan work.


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Animalistic.

Yes…there was no other way to describe the swirls of "wounds" that decorated his pale skin. Neck-covering shirts or thick black chokers would be the only thing that could cover the indecent, lecherous imprints.

Hilariously, the claw-lines on the male's back were much worse, and those were the ones that could be covered without leading to others being suspicious.

With an unapproving grunt, Neji let his fingers rub on the hickies on his neck and narrowed his eyebrows. With no shirt on, his marks really showed.

Thank Kami for Hiashi being out at the moment—the uncle would've never let him live this down.

"...I can't wear white for a while…" he murmured to himself. He had tried to put his hair into different styles, but none of them could block every single mark on him.

He had constantly asked Tenten not to bite him, and she not only ignored his request but, like a predator, made sure he was marked all over!

To make matters worse, these bruises were much more all over and harsher than usual. In hindsight though, the second she had sunk her teeth into his shoulders, he should've known this would've happened.

"Hnn…!"

With a half-titillated, half-provoked groan, Neji halted his prodding, moved his shoulders upwards, and looked down at the grinning teammate below him.

"Don't be so rough—there can't be any marks, Tenten," Neji groaned out as he felt the brunette bite around his shoulders once more. Tenten grinned and licked around the bite mark.

"Don't be such a sourpuss. You're eighteen already—you don't need to cover up the bruises and hickeys!"

Neji scoffed at her lightheartedness but said nothing else.

With a giggle, Tenten wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and brought him close; he felt her nipples brush themselves against his chest. Without her realizing it, the female's walls had slightly tightened around the male's prod, though Neji sure noticed.

"Besides, Neji," the brunette began as she ran her fingers through his long locks, "I think you look much better when you're covered in—Ah!"

The Hyuga went right back to impelling his comrade. She was too tight for him to focus on anything other than to drive into her and have her too busy moaning and cumming and Kami were her insides so warm.

"Well, Tenten, I think you look much better when you're screaming my name," Neji responded, his voice full of egotistical prurience. He didn't give her a single chance to recover from his shagging, going harder and harder with each jab.

Ironically, Neji himself was too focused in ravaging his kunoichi to realize that the second he started to randily, rapidly, and roughly thrust into her was when she sucked on his neck, nibbled on his shoulder, and decorated his back in small, crescent-shaped marks of crimsonhis downfall.

...Well, at least the "downfall" for the parts of his body that everyone could see.

With a glare at his own reflection, the jounin frowned. If she was going to use his body to control herself, he wished that his teammate at least just use his back, or even force a makeout-session on him.

"At the very least," he said to himself as he pulled his hair up to eye the love-bruises on his neck and shoulders even more, "I can ask one of the maids to quickly extend some of my outfits' necklines, for the time bei—"

"What in the world...happened to you, nephew?"

The teenager's eyes opened up like saucers. He slowly turned his gaze to the one relative that he had begged every god and goddess out there, even praying to his own father, to not suddenly walk in on him.

How and why was his uncle here? Neji looked to the door and saw that he forgot to lock himself in.

How ruinous.

Letting his hair fall back to hide the hickeys he knew his uncle most likely had already seen, Neji responded in his usual stoic tone, "Dear uncle, the training I undertook today was quite...inexorable and wearying."

Hiashi's gaze was at the jounin's neck, and thus the younger Hyuga fixed up his tresses to make sure his "training bruises" were shielded away even more.

"I see...you must've done quite the extra work. Your marks are a sign of your everlasting growth in your already outstanding skills as a shinobi, my nephew."

"Thank you, uncle—if I may ask, why are you home early?"

"My meeting with Lady Tsunade was postponed," the leader of the Hyugas responded, and Neji mentally scowled because it seemed that everything was working against his favor for the moment.

Why couldn't the meeting of been at least ten minutes or, better yet, in another village? Preferably across the world?

The adult man's gaze turned to the wall, and the teenager of the two felt the paranoia in his chest slowly dwindle down. "Some of the blisters on your back seem a tad too red. Do you need any medica—"

"Not at all, uncle, but thank you. They do not hurt enough to inflict any unbearable pain, and as a ninja as prominent as myself, I should take the marks with pride."

Hiashi nodded and turned around with a relaxed face, and Neji silently breathed out. The teen had thought that his uncle was unto—

"I just pray that you do not release your seedlings into your partner. Although he is rested underground, I do not think your father is ready to be a grandfather yet…"

The middle-aged man closed the bathroom door softly, but not before adding, "As a Hyuga, Neji, you should know that my eyes are not blind to the differences in what are scars of war versus the scars of pleasure."

For a few minutes, Neji was speechless. He eyed the sink below him and couldn't think of anything to say to himself.

After four minutes had passed and the Hyuga has stopped scrutinizing the patterns left on the front side of his body by Tenten, he finally was able to let out some very rather emotionally-driven, dragged out words.

"She...will...pay…"

Yes, she will pay. The next time they engage in intercouse, she will be painted in ruby-red and aubergine; her breasts shall be extremely fondled, her thighs shall be gripped, and her bottom shall be slapped till his handmark will take hours to disappear.

His member was turning hard just from the imaginations he could already taste of Tenten's curves discolored in his perverseness, her lower parts with his sperm all over...

With a bite to his own lip, he tried to ignore the excitement he felt and crouched down, opened the drawer below his sink, pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and swabs of cotton, and quickly covered the cotton with the liquid.

The Hyuga did not feel any pain from putting the stinging substance on himself, but he did declare one thing:

Tenten is going to regret the day she embarrassed him.


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