Watch Me

Genma x Neji

AN: As the name of this chapter implies there will be Genma x Neji-ing this chapter. It's a lime, so don't worry about any nose bleeds.

There were certain regulations that shinobi followed when it came to interpersonal relationships. There were no rules explicitly stating that teammates shouldn't date or that there were no privileges between students and teachers. The only real rules for relationships between shinobi were "to act in a manner that pleased the mind, heart or soul as long as it did not take from the Burning Will of Fire inherent in the shinobi strength of Konoha". Genma had had several relationships with Konohanin, both male and female and with exceptional vigor and talent. He was not promiscuous, though he was opportune. His sexual exploits were possibly the worst kept secrets in Konoha. He was experienced in the movements of lovers…

He was the exact opposite of Hyuuga Neji.

Genma served Neji sake as expected and stood up against the wall in his kitchen, his back on the wood paneling kept most of his weight off his feet. Neji held his cup in his hands gently, his beautiful eyes reflecting clearly in the alcoholic beverage that he wasn't drinking. Genma really wanted to laugh; he knew Neji wasn't going to drink sake on two accounts: firstly, he wasn't the kind of kid who had any tolerance. He was pale and slight of frame, a perfect candidate for a light weight. Secondly, he didn't come to his apartment to drink and Hyuuga Neji never did anything other than what he explicitly planned to. It would be a lie to say he knew exactly what Hyuuga Neji intended to do in this time, in this place… however he had an inclination, a strong intuition, that it had much to do with what happened that day, that time.

"Shishou, are you going to drink?" Neji asked.

"Are you?" Genma responded with a smirk.

"Iie." Neji replied, knowing that the conversation was progressing as he figured, as he planned night after night since that day, that time.

"Then no." Genma replied.

"It's a sad drudge to drink alone."

"You wanted to drink."

"I want a lot of things." Neji placed down the serving of sake, seeing no reason to keep up the pretext of wanting the drink.

"I know that." Genma responded. Neji's body would get so hot when Genma was so cool. "It seems you're in one hell of an unsatisfactory situation."

"Shishou…"

"Don't call me master. We're both Konoha Jounin. We're equals." Genma crossed his arms a bit tighter over his chest. His senbon remained slack on the left side of his mouth.

Neji stood up, walking around the rounded corner of Genma's counter. Genma remained absolutely still past his gaze; watched Neji stop with two feet between their eyes, one feet between their toes. "We aren't equal." Neji replied. "Not until I know that our circumstances are the same."

Genma didn't move anything but his lips and the circadian rhythm of his blinking, one of the few things in his life he couldn't control. Neji didn't blink at all and if Genma wasn't such a talented observationist, he would have questioned whether or not Hyuuga Neji had licked his dry, cool lips. He had. He was ready to speak.

"Circumstances?" Genma asked. It was the first time Neji had ever heard him do anything close to a mutter. He was well accustomed to the needle between his lips. Neji knew that Genma had muttered on purpose.

Neji had never been a reckless person. Caution and calculation were instilled in him by both his ninja intuition and by his class order in the Branch House. That was why his hand was so slow when he reached to the left side of Genma's mouth to pull away his senbon. Those tight, dry lips wouldn't release it, so that hand found a warm, flat spot on Genma's cheek. Neji moved his bare toes between Genma's closing the distance between their bodies. He had to raise on his toes just a little to make his mouth line up with Genma's.

"Neji." Genma said. His tone was authoritative. It made Neji stop.

"Shishou… I am attracted to you." Neji confessed.

"You're fifteen, you're attracted to everyone." Genma responded, not moving in any way to put distance or remove distance between them. He watched Neji return his weight to both feet evenly, but the younger Jounin made no other moves to distance them.

"That isn't true." Neji responded. "It's only you. At night… I make myself hot thinking about you… But I don't touch myself. I want you to be my first. I don't want any touch that isn't yours."

Neji reached up, the sleeve of his gi slipping down to his elbow joint. Those long, slender fingers found Genma's right cheek and lay their softly. His skin was flawless. Genma was a handsome man and Neji was in no way immune to him, it was exactly the opposite. Genma was Neji's most desired thing.

"Neji, this can't be done."

"You don't feel for me?"

"Neji, it isn't that simple and you know it. You aren't really attracted to me. I'm a replacement for a male figure. You don't want a physical relationship with me; you still want to be held by your father, like you were as a child. This sort of replacement displacement happens to orphans."

This time Neji was successful when he attempted to remove Genma's senbon. He stabbed the needle into the wall above Genma's head, keeping it out of the way when he leaned in and kissed Genma hard on the mouth. He had half-expected Genma not to respond, so the reluctant compliance in that kiss didn't confuse or frustrate him. Neji pulled back, his lips a little wet from Genma's mouth.

"Shishou, I still mourn my father, but I do no grieve him. I don't want or need a replacement for him. When I think about you, when my body concentrates on you, it's only you, shishou. I've seen the way you look at me, how all of Konoha looks at me. Because of my beauty I can have any man or woman that I want: Shikamaru, Gaara, I could crumble Jiraiya… but I want to be touched by you."

Genma felt his arousal betray him as Neji leaned forward to press his slighter body against Genma's older one. That beautiful boy kissed Genma's neck, licked and bit at his ear. Neji's mouth met Genma's lips again, resting his sweet lips against Genma's so when he spoke, the vibrations traveled through Genma's skin.

"Shishou," Neji whispered, "Fuck me."

Genma didn't need to resist. There was nothing wrong with what he would do. Neji was the kind to get what he wanted if he could take it. Those slender hands took Genma's fingers and brought them to his lips. Those pale, haunting eyes locked on Genma's cloudy dark ones as he sucked, kissed and licked at Genma's index finger. Any reluctance in his participation in their circumstance was hard to maintain as he heard Neji speak to him between the swirls of a wicked, warm tongue along his finger. Hyuuga Neji had a voice meant for dirty words.

"Shishou, if you want me, you can have me. If you don't desire this body, tell me so and have mercy… if not mercy, then have your way with me." 1

Neji pressed his lower body firmly into Genma's. He felt Genma's arousal solidly against his flat stomach and let Genma feel his own on his thigh, leaving no ambiguity about what he wanted.

They had been pressed against each other like this, exactly one time before, that day, that time. Heaving bodies, alone while training with nothing between them but the air: sweating skin, panting breaths, gorgeous hair sticking to pale flesh, breathtaking eyes focused and feral; it had been adrenal that had fuelled them, that made Genma lock two hands in Neji's hair. He still remembered Neji's open mouth pants as he waited for Genma to crush him with his more experienced body, to claim and mark him, to make him belong to his master in every since of the word. They were on the ground, Neji on his back, straddled beneath Genma's strong hips. The sweat from Genma's skin rolled off his chin and landed in the hollow in his throat. That day, that time, Genma had wanted desperately to lick that sweat into his mouth and taste Neji's skin. But he hadn't. That day, that time, he had gotten off the boy and went to rinse himself down by the river. He hadn't thought to wonder how long Hyuuga Neji had lain on his back, waiting for him to return the sensation of his weight…

He had waited three months…

Genma wasn't going to make him wait any longer.

Genma grabbed Neji solidly, burying his sturdy fingers in Neji's hair. He pulled Neji's slighter body to his and crushed his lips onto Neji's willing mouth. Neji complied with every thrust and push from Genma's body, submitting his mouth to Genma's demanding tongue. He submitted to Genma's aggression, meeting his with his own. Neji's fingers wound in the fabric of Genma's uniform frustrated that his fingers weren't touching skin. Neji pulled back fiercely and tore Genma's ninvest from his body. They stared at each other briefly after Neji tore the article of clothing from Genma. Neji was panting hard, open mouthed and disheveled. Genma felt fever through his body, that would only intensify when he grabbed Neji and slammed him against the wall to ravish him with his mouth again.

They didn't have the sense of mind to move their aggressive coupling to any place than where they were at that moment. Genma tore Neji's gi down and hot bodies crashed against each other against the wall of Genma's kitchen.

They joined their bodies on the floor. Neji's head and shoulders were pressed against the wall, his left leg hooked over Genma's arm. Genma moved on his knees, left hand pressed into the wall beside Neji's head, right arm hooked under Neji's long leg. Though Neji was enthusiastic his body was totally virginal and Genma was larger than average. There was a flush in his cheeks; his breaths were coming in short bursts, open mouth pants with each thrust from Genma's hips.

Genma had him in every position he could think of. He had him on his knees, over the counter, against the wall, on his back, his side. Neji wanted to please his lover. He used his mouth, met his lover thrust for thrust, panted and sweated, looked like physical sin. Neji panted and whined loudly, begged for more. Genma almost considered gagging him, but those noises from that arrogant, little mouth were just too sexy.

Genma remembered every pant and gasp he wrenched from Neji's hot mouth. The feel of the younger Jounin was burned into his skin. After hours their coupling reduced Neji to a quivering mass that Genma had the good sense to place on his futon.

Genma hoped with all sense of charity that Neji didn't have any missions in the near future. Genma's own body was tired, he truly hadn't meant to exhaust Neji, but he couldn't stop himself. There had always been something more about Neji, even the first time he met him during the Chuunin exam. The talented Hyuuga had inspired him to speak that time; something about him had made Genma need to see more from Neji.

There was a good chance that what he had just allowed to happen was a complete mistake, but he also knew he wouldn't regret it. The sensation of Neji's body; how he moved, how he felt when he wrapped his arms around Genma when it hurt a little, all of it was locked in Genma's memory. There could be no regret for this.

Genma woke up before realizing he had fallen asleep. He was a shinobi and as such he came to his senses quickly: he knew where he was, why he was there and what happened to his younger lover. He felt the weight of Neji's body on his flat stomach. Neji had taken Genma's breadbasket as a pillow, his long arms wrapped around his older lover's middle. Genma's fingers instinctively moved Neji's face and pulled long strands of that hair from across his face and behind his ear. His fingers lingered on that soft and sweaty cheek. Neji didn't stop rubbing his thumb over Genma's middle.

"You're awake… you stink." Genma stated.

"You snore." Neji responded.

"You're not one to talk." Genma replied.

"Hyuuga's don't snore. We breathe gloriously. You should be so lucky to experience it."

"You're certainly playful."

"And sore." Neji laughed under his breath before kissing the skin of Genma's stomach beneath his head. "I don't think I'll be able to move for weeks, Shishou." Neji added.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me Shishou?"

"What should I call you? Sempai? Genma-sama?"

"Genma is just fine or koibito if it so moves you."

Genma's words elicited the expected response from his younger partner. The rested uke rose from his relaxed position and straddled Genma's lap excited.

"Honto ne? Genma… you do want to pursue this… with me?" Neji's pale eyes were wide in anticipation, joy and fear. His face became flushed again. He truly was a beautiful person.

"Hai, but you need to bathe first, as much as I enjoy this position."

Neji laughed and pouted at the same time at Genma's playfulness. "It's your fault I stink this way and you don't smell any better." Neji flipped his hair behind his shoulder.

Genma sat up and nuzzled the side of Neji's neck. "I like the idea of you bathed in my scent, but I can only imagine the chaos that would erupt if anyone smelled you now. You're pure sex, Neji."

Genma filled his bath tube with hot water as Neji waited, running his fingers through his hair, the first time in his life when it wasn't completely immaculate. Genma smirked at his lover before carrying him and placing him in the tube with himself. Neji rested his back against Genma's chest as his older lover ran the bathing sponge against his still sensitive skin.

Their muscles relaxed, the sweat and salt washed away cleanly. Neji responded to Genma's playfulness, barely holding back moans when Genma's tongued trailed up his neck. This was what he wanted, this touch from Genma. He had never felt such satisfaction as this, this feeling in his body, mind and heart.

"Genma!" Neji gasped as Genma's fingers dropped between his legs to explore his most sensitive part. "How… are we supposed to behave in public?" Neji asked.

"Nani?"

Neji bit his lip to keep from crying out when two fingers pressed inside of him. He was so sore, but everything Genma did to his body made him more than willing. "How do we act… when we're together in public? Like friends, student and sensei, lovers? You can barely keep your hands off of me." Neji tried to keep his breathing even as Genma's touch reduced him to pants.

"And you willingly indulge me. We act as we see fit. We're smart enough to use discretion, but I have no reason to hide what we've become. Do you?"

"Iie, not yet anyway."

"Is there someone you wanted to tell?" Genma asked, pressing his chin into Neji's shoulder blade.

"Just Tenten." Neji responded.

"And your uncle?"

"I'm not sure. I'm Branch House, I don't have any obligation to make more children. There are other men in my clan who have male lovers, but I don't exactly know what is expected of me in particular. Genma!" Neji gasped and shuddered in pleasure.

"That voice is so sexy, Neji." Genma turned his younger lover in the tub. Neji's face was flushed, water was dripping from his hair and chin, his lips slightly parted. "How did you remain unmolested all these years?"

Neji bit his lip gently as Genma entered him again. "It's because, I only wanted you." Neji responded. Neji's fingers pressed into Genma's shoulders as Genma's fingers padded against his strong hips.

Genma began to move and Neji responded, finding and matching the gentle rhythm. Though Genma was aroused, he was also sensitive to Neji's body. This love making was fairer on Neji's sensitive state. Neji panted and leaned forward to press his lips and forehead against Genma's. He smiled in contentment against Genma's lips…

And felt against his lips Genma smile back in return.

End of Part Six

A/N:

1 One of my favorite lines in comic book history came from The Teen Titans. Beast Boy says to Starfire "For God's sake, Kori, get back in the boy! I'm only sixteen! Have mercy on me! And if not mercy, have your way with me." He's such a horndog. I loved it.

One more chapter, not until next week though.