A/N:
WARNING Minors are getting kinky. Again. Why? Because they can.
Kagome: 15!
Neji: 17!
Pissed off Irish Chick: XD I totally like didn't want to have them being all sexual so young but meh, they live together, they're both curious, and both at the very least have a decent crush they realize is returned. The factors just kind of made for smexing. LOL
R0o:*giggle giggle* Neji Penor! :D
Valleygoat: Duuuuuuuuuude Goat I was all like *draw draw draw * now I have Neji Kaggy porn all sketched out that I am scared to put on dA *shifty eyes *
Vampire Instincts: BWAHAHAHAHA yes, I do so enjoy smut now days.
Miko-of-the-cherry-blossoms: Oh, now he's mean to her :D
Anyway this chapter is dedicated to Pissed Off Irish Chick because their review made me giggle and thus this chapter came out of it. See? Reviews make me write, gaiz!
As the year passed them by there had been a few remarkable changes, the most obvious being that Sasuke Uchiha was working towards becoming Anbu. Every time he had confronted Kagome, he'd begin thinking just a little bit more about his situation, and eventually, through hard work and a great deal of Naruto's begging, Tsunade allowed for him to have access to the Uchiha Massacre records. He had been highly surprised when he had been escorted to the forbidden vaults by none other than Kagome.
Kagome had stood next to him, Neji waiting outside the vault, as he read the report. In the beginning, the young boy raged, wanting revenge for what Konoha had done to him, but Kagome talked to the boy calmly, allowing him to see some form of reason. Soon after, the Uchiha was forced to accept the fact that his family, his large clan, consisted of at least 62 traitors, not including some of the civilian Uchiha who had sold weapons to other villages, or poisoned food to some nin that seemed they might have been catching on.
And they were all following one man, his father.
It tore at his heart, and Kagome couldn't help but hold the boy to her when he fell to his knees, the emotional pain being too much for him to bare.
For a month following, Sasuke seemed to become shy around Kagome, at first flushing and walking away, then completely avoiding her presence for days. Neji didn't mind too much, but as family, Kagome had worried a bit, relaying the events to Neji quietly, leaving out any information he wasn't to know about.
Sasuke eventually continued as he always had, becoming arrogant and rude, only now the hate was no longer burning so strong in his eyes.
During the past year there had also been a string of murders, all of them young women with darker hair and lighter eyes. Neji had even started talking the Hokage into allowing Kagome to come with him on missions, worried despite her ability to fight off an attacker.
He'd been on several missions, both with a team and without, but for nearly a year Kagome had been on every one of his missions with him, and the Hokage had offered him the chance to further his training, and upping his status as a nin.
It wasn't until the dead of winter when he was finally promoted, though, in a way he hadn't expected.
He'd woken, as he sometimes did, to Kagome gearing up for a midnight mission. He had no idea how often she left like this, as she was very silent and careful of trying not to wake him, only this time she seemed...excited.
He'd only seen her like this around himself, usually while she was teasing or she was excitedly waiting on some promise or another he was roped into giving. The last time he'd seen this look on her face was a week ago, when he had cooked for her. He smiled softly at the memory as he sat up, reaching out and grabbing her hand.
She smiled vibrantly at him, her wild wavy hair was everywhere in her hurry to get ready.
"What are you so excited about, kitten?" He asked, tugging her to him. Without the metal armor the tight shirt was ridiculously sexy on her. As she grew, he noticed the changes in her uniform. It was as if she outgrew it, yet he knew she had brought home new clothes. The shirt had no sleeve on the right, a half sleeve on the left, and ended an inch above her belly button, giving him a rather enticing view of her skin. The pants, though slightly baggy, hung low on her hips, even with the belt, and he couldn't help but wonder the reasons behind the show of skin.
His hand cupped her ample bosum, he'd grown quite fond of her large breasts, and how sensitive they were. She gasped and giggled as his thumb brushed over her nipple, which was quick to harden. "Koi..." She purred against his neck, happily snuggling into his chest. "One of my teachers will be returning." Kagome said just before she nipped at his shoulder.
His hand slipped into her pants, his fingers expertly finding the small bundle of nerves that caused her to moan deliciously. "Sexy." He growled at her, knowing she was fully aware how her uniform tended to affect him. She'd even taken to putting it on and waiting for him to return to a room, only for him to tear them off of her.
Shifting to straddle him, Kagome was quick to unbutton the pajama pants he had donned due to the cold.
"Teacher?" He asked as she pulled away, slipping out of the pants as he pulled his off as well. She nodded, her eyes glazing over with desire as she straddled him once more, grinding against him. She leaned back slightly as he pushed the shirt up over her breasts, untying the wrappings just barely enough for her nipples to escape. His mouth captured one as she steadied herself on his knees.
"H-Hai." Kagome answered, moaning as one of his hands reached down behind her, causing her to lean forward, and forcing him to release her from his mouth. He turned to her neck, attacking it with kisses and nips as his fingers began to thrust into her wet core. Her own thrusts against his cock was sweet torture, as all he wanted was to enter her finally.
She sometimes tried to get him to take her virginity, eagerly spreading herself for him, and although he very much wanted to, it wasn't until very recently that he began to feel at all comfortable with the thought. Even now, as he thrust against her, wishing he was inside her, deep down he wanted to wait until they were married.
Her mouth found his in a steamy embrace, and she pushed him back on the bed, a hand coaxing his cock inside her. He moaned, knowing his lover wouldn't force the issue, he went completely still and grasped the sheets as she slid more of him inside of her. They'd done this before, she found the feel of him inside of her just as good as he felt. She, however, could not orgasm with just that, and so he found his hand reaching up and playing with her clit as she carefully began to ride him.
It didn't take long for him to toss her onto the bed, on all fours, and plunging in from behind, still stopping short of taking her virginity. She writhed and moaned as his hand continued to play with her clit, begging him to give her more.
Begging for him to take her fully.
He almost did, but quickly formed hand signs. A clone appeared, and easily slid it's cock into her mouth, forcing her into silence.
He was thankful that he'd gain the memories, and the feel of the woman's mouth once he dismissed the clone, or he'd be comically jealous of himself at the moment.
He watched with sinful delight as his clone helped him flip her, and with every thrust he watched her breasts come more unbound, bouncing with every thrust. He moaned as he felt her muscles clench around him, spilling himself inside her, though not even close to done with her yet. She arched as he pulled out for the most part, leaving only his tip inside her as she squirmed and thrust, lost in her orgasm.
He smirked as his clone lifted her, holding her against his chest while spreading her legs provocatively. Neji's hand moved to her anal passage, gently using the wet proof of their activities as lube as he slid a finger in.
Her gasp and squirm was all he needed to continue his ministrations. She bit her lip and arched her back as he also began sliding his cock slowly in and out of her, and watched as she lolled her head back onto his clone's shoulder.
It took a while, but when she was ready for it, it was well worth the wait. His clone's cock slid into her ass while he continued carefully thrusting into her pussy, delighting in the feel of her.
"Neji! Neji!" She panted out, a hand on his clone's shoulder, the other on his arm. Her nails bit into him, drawing blood as she seemed to struggle against the intense feelings that rose up, her eyes never drifting closed as she watched his face.
It seemed so sexy to her, how he would stare down, so lovingly, into her eyes. He loved to see her like this, vulnerable and completely dominated. Though, sometimes, she enjoyed being the dominant one, pleasuring him until he couldn't take it any more.
With a grunt and a gasp, she felt both him and his clone release their seed into her, and his hand quickly found her clit, bringing her to her peak, and she couldn't stop the loud, sensual moan that escaped her.
The clone disappeared, causing Kagome to drop onto her back on the soft bed, panting as Neji pulled completely out and covered her body with his.
"Mmm...so what brought this on?" She asked, referring to him starting the play by immediately going after a breast.
Neji chuckled, running his hand down her body, still wanting to touch her. "You looked very excited, and to see someone who isn't me." He clarified. Usually, if she was going out on a mission, he wouldn't touch her until after she returned, and then, it was after he had patched her up to his liking.
"So, you were jealous?" Kagome asked, grinning. He blushed lightly, but still smiled.
"You know the answer to that." He murmured, kissing her neck. "Now, about this teacher of yours..."
"Sesshoumaru-sama simply has my complete respect, and he's been gone since I completed my training." She paused, frowning at the thought of her younger years. "It was right after my first heat that he left."
Her hand met his, and she smiled as their hands easily embraced each other.
"He's strict, and doesn't hate me, even though he's kinda like an Inuzuka." Kagome said, grinning.
Neji blinked. "Kind of?" He asked and Kagome cursed under her breath.
"Shit. I shouldn't have said that." She mumbled, sitting up and rebinding her breasts. "Don't ask anything else, I'm far too comfortable with you, I can't...I can't risk them deciding that you aren't of use to us." Kagome said, jerking her shirt down over her breasts and reaching for her pants.
Neji sighed. "They wouldn't find my Byakugan an asset?" He asked, and Kagome paused. They had lost a Hyuuga recently. A rookie who had gotten cocky in his ability to sense the demons, only to get caught by surprise.
"They...might." She said quietly, fear gripping her slightly. "I...Wouldn't mind you with us...but..." She looked over to him, sadness in her eyes. "...I don't want to see you hurt." She said quietly, and he gave another sigh.
"Kitten, I'm a ninja, it's going to happen." He said, lying on his stomach, watching her dress. "You're saying this as if I don't worry about you, as well. It would be easier on me knowing what you're going through." He said bluntly, and she nodded.
"I...will talk to Sesshoumaru-sama and see what he suggests." Kagome said, her voice wavering slightly. She pulled in some of Gin's chakra, the cat itself already gone ahead long ago. It felt awkward being in the room for the poor feline when the two decided they didn't care they had an audience.
Neji reached out and grabbed her hand, gently squeezing it in his own. "We'll be fine." He murmured and she smiled.
"Hai."
It wasn't but an hour later that he found himself dressing in the same type of clothing his lover wore, readying for training. He felt awkward in the small, tight shirt. His was completely sleeveless, and, although he had wrappings around both arms and hands, he felt very much exposed, as his stomach showed plain as day with the shirt. Even when he placed on the armor, it didn't even reach his belly button, though it seemed to cause Kagome a great deal of pleasure.
His mask was similar to hers, only instead of a crescent moon on the brow, there were four maroon stripes, two adorning each cheek. He put it on carefully, a bit of pride in him as he did so. Masked units were above Jonin level, and were thought of in very high regard due to the viciousness of their missions.
Standing in front of Sesshoumaru, however, made him feel insignificant and small. Though he was a rather tall man, standing at a decent five foot seven inches and still growing, Sesshoumaru was a giant compared to him.
The man couldn't be any less than seven foot tall.
He took in the man's pointed claws and golden eyes, odd silver hair and over all perfect complexion, and tried to figure out what clan he was from. He didn't wear any thing to signify he was from Konoha, and the markings on his face matched the ones on Kagome and his masks, which were odd in itself.
"Thank you, Sesshoumaru-sama." Kagome's voice broke his concentration, and his eyes turned to her. Sesshoumaru's nose lifted in the air.
"Wench, go change, you will be observing." Sesshoumaru said in a cold, strict tone that sent shivvers down Neji's spine.
Kagome nodded, bowing low before exiting the room.
Sesshoumaru's eyes turned to him. "Do not try to figure this Sesshoumaru out, human." Sesshoumaru said, narrowing those golden orbs. "This Sesshoumaru does not belong to a clan, much less a pitiful human war game." His lip curled in disgust. "If it weren't for her this Sesshoumaru would not bother with another human apprentice."
"...You keep saying human, are you not one?"
Kagome's voice answered instead of Sesshoumaru's, which the man seemed perfectly fine with. "Sesshoumaru-sama is a Taiyoukai, ranked triple S, breed inu, age long forgotten." She walked up, instead of her uniform, she wore a decorative kimono made of rich silks. Her hair had been placed into a bun, and the yellow flecks in her eyes showed she had just enough chakra in her to seem elegant.
"...A demon?" Neji asked, not allowing his surprise to show.
Kagome grinned. "Don't compare Sesshoumaru-sama to lower classes like Kyuubi and the like. While the strength is incredible to us, it's nothing to him. Sesshoumaru-sama simply took a liking to me." Kagome said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Sesshoumaru lifted his nose in the air, frowning. "This Sesshoumaru doesn't like you, wench." Sesshoumaru said, annoyed. "This Sesshoumaru tolerates your presence."
Kagome nodded, smiling. "As usual, you're right, Sesshoumaru-sama. I apologize for my behavior."
Neji's eyes narrowed at the demon, suddenly hyper aware that this man hid himself behind a mask, much as Hyuuga normally would. He, himself, had often done so, though it was nearly impossible around Kagome. Sesshoumaru lifted a brow at the boy.
"Attack me." He said, not even moving into a defensive stance.
"With pleasure."