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Eggs and Toast	By : KohakuShadow Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Eggs and Toast
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A/N: This is a prize fic awarded to llyoung for correctly answering a
quiz question about 'Genius at Making Love'. That, of course,
doesn't mean the rest of you can't enjoy it too!

The requested pairing for the award: Shika x Neji (seme/uke
relationship irrelevant).

Eggs and Toast

by:
KohakuShadow

“I'll tell Ino you said her new outfit makes her look like a
whore,” Neji blanketed, arms crossed over his chest as he
leaned against the wall, frowning slightly. Shikamaru was being way
too difficult about this.

“You said it,”
Shikamaru countered with an exasperated sigh and a frown. “I
just agreed.”

“I highly doubt Yamanaka will note a distinct difference
between the two,” the Hyuuga reminded.

Shikamaru's frown deepened as he stared flatly up into stubborn,
pupil-less eyes and finally sighed in defeat. “I always knew
you were a bully,” he complained, “now I have proof.”

Neji basically ignored him other than to take that as a 'fine'.
“Good. Since it's settled now, be at the compound at six
thirty tomorrow night. Don't be late.”

“Troublesome bastard,” Shikamaru remarked testily.
“Don't expect anything fancy.”

“Six thirty,” Neji repeated, turning on his heel and
leaving Shikamaru's two room apartment.

The Nara flopped back against the futon and sighed. “Of all
the men in Konoha, why the hell did it have to be me?”

___

Freedom. It was a concept that had taunted Hyuuga Neji for most of
his young life. Now, a mere two months since the branch family's
curse seal had finally been deactivated, it finally sunk in and Neji
was feeling the first thrills of defiance. It was hard to even
fathom after so long; his life, his rules. It wasn't that he
outright hated the main branch anymore, not exactly, but he couldn't
help but want to spread his wings for once. There were so many
things he'd kept closeted about himself and how he saw the world so
as not to be a burden to his clan and subsequently be punished for
being a burden to said clan. Now that the threat of immediate and
extreme punishment was gone—though the mark, now nullified, was
something he would always bear—he couldn't help but think
making a bit of a nuisance of himself might not be so bad.

'It's finally my life to
do with as I please, be it for good or ill, and no one has any right
to complain about it anymore,'
he thought, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He reached for
his hair tie, but only barely touched the band before leaving it
where it lay. 'No,
I'll leave it down tonight,' he
decided, letting the dark strands tangle luxuriously about his
shoulders. He wanted to look his best. Shikamaru would be here to
pick him up for their date in a quarter of an hour. The thought
caused him to smirk a bit at his reflection. His uncle was going to
be furious; not only had Neji decided tonight would be the night he'd
Out himself at last, but he'd decided to do so with arguably the
laziest, least 'worthy' nin in the village. Hyuuga Hiashi didn't
have high opinions of the Nara. Neji suspected he had some lifelong
bias against the entire clan, but that remained to be proven. That
it would cause his uncle such annoyance was simply icing on the cake
for Neji.

No doubt the Nara was certain it was just his newfound independence
and some leftover childishness that had him plotting this date, but
that wasn't the case, not exactly. He'd stubbornly pestered the Nara
about it for two weeks before he finally managed to get the brunette
to cave on the matter, and even he had to admit his tactics had been
a bit dirty, but Shikamaru hadn't really left him many options.

He thought idly about the Nara for a few moments as he buttoned up a
white collared shirt he'd set aside for the evening. So few people
thought highly of Shikamaru when his brain wasn't involved in the
equation, and even the Hyuuga would admit Shikamaru's brilliant mind
was what had first drawn him to the brunette, but there was so much
more to the Nara than just what he let the world see. He wasn't just
a lazy genius. To Neji he'd become something so much more than that
he didn't know how to express it properly. When they were children,
he'd hardly given the Nara a thought. Then the chunin exams came
along and Shikamaru suddenly entered his plane of vision—a
curiosity first, and later an acquaintance with whom he shared an
interest for games of strategy. Now he'd like to think you could
call them friends, but that wasn't nearly enough.

Neji had had a few boyfriends over the years—secretly, of
course—but they were relationships that never lasted. He
quickly lost interest and it had taken him far too long to figure out
why—Shikamaru had been his first crush. Having not noticed at
the time he pursued other attractions, but now he'd come full circle
and determined to do something about it. The first time he'd asked
the Nara on a date Shikamaru had laughed, certain he was kidding and
made a lame joke about an ugly duckling. Rather than the curse seal
on his forehead, or his family affairs, or the Nara's sometimes
psychotic mother, Shikamaru's low self-esteem had proven the biggest
hurdle for Neji to surmount. In the end, frustrated, he'd resorted
to idle threats and hoped Shikamaru wouldn't hold them against him in
the long run.

Neji sighed a little and considered a tie, picking up a deep purple
and blue one before putting it back and unbuttoning the top two
buttons of his shirt—something so formal would only make the
Nara uncomfortable and he doubted it would have impressed him either
way. He was going to win Shikamaru over tonight if it killed him.

“At the very least,” he mumbled, opening the drawer of
his nightstand, “I'm sure I'll manage to get his attention with
this.” He stared flatly at the shrink wrapped piece of rubber
and slipped it into his wallet. It went without saying that since it
was his idea he would be paying for their date, and his intention was
to 'accidentally' drop the condom when taking out some money later.
He would, of course, act appropriately embarrassed about it, but if
it got sex on the Nara's brain he would at least be able to tell
rather quickly if there was anything more than a platonic interest on
the Nara's part.

Neji
let out a long sigh and raked his fingers through his hair. He
couldn't be absolutely certain, but he had a feeling he'd never been
this nervous about anything in his entire life. 'What
if he has no interest in me at all?'
he wondered. '...then
I'll just have to make him interested, that's what,' he
thought stubbornly.

___

Shikamaru sighed. After some careful deliberation with his
reflection he'd decided to dress up a bit—just a sweater and a
pair of khakis—it was a bit of a pain, but less of a pain than
Neji kicking his ass for not playing along to this ridiculous 'piss
off Hiashi' game properly. He definitely didn't want to be on the
wrong side of the Hyuuga's fist—gentle or otherwise.

One of the maids let him in to the foyer and Shikamaru found himself
seriously considering pacing—with the exceptions of Neji and
Hinata, he found everything about the Hyuuga estate a little creepy.
It was while he was going through this internal monologue about
creepiness and pacing the foyer that Hyuuga Hiashi walked past the
entrance, presumably on his way to the dining room. The elder Hyuuga
gave pause and tilted his head at their unexpected guest, moving
toward the entrance. “Can we help you with something?”
he asked the young Nara, who looked up like a deer caught in
headlights at hearing his voice. Why on earth was Shikamaru showing
up on their doorstep just before dinner? He wasn't sure, but he was
fairly certain whatever it was he didn't much care for.

“I. Uhm...” the Nara began to sputter.

“He's here for me,” Neji said, descending the nearby
stairwell. “And on time for once. That's a nice change.”

“...because I didn't want you to kill me for being late,”
Shikamaru said with a slight mope.

“Don't be silly,” Neji answered as he brushed past his
uncle and reached the Nara's side. “I would never kill you;
you just wouldn't get laid tonight.”

Hiashi's eyes widened and he paled at his nephew's lewd comment.
Shikamaru's eyes went just as wide, his cheeks flaring a bit, unable
to believe what Neji had just said. Pleased with himself but careful
not to show it, the younger Hyuuga let his fingertips graze the
Nara's forearm until they wove with Shikamaru's fingers. Shikamaru
had just enough presence of mind to wrap his own fingers back around
the other's and play his part, though he was obviously rather abashed
by what Neji had just said in front of Hiashi and two maids who had
just been passing by at the time.

“I have a date tonight,” Neji continued without
hesitation, “so I won't be joining you for dinner, Uncle. I
expect to be home quite late.”

Before Hiashi could respond he'd given Shikamaru's hand a little tug
and the two disappeared out the front door, the Nara's mouth opening
and closing like fish lips for a few moments as he tried to reattach
his brain to his vocal chords. He managed it once they were beyond
the gates of the Hyuuga compound and heading towards one of Neji's
favorite restaurants.

“Don't you think that was a little much?” he asked.
Honestly, mentioning sex so casually in front of Hiashi like that!
He hoped Neji grew out of this rebellious stage before it got them
both killed. It wasn't really a secret that Hiashi Hyuuga didn't
much care for the Nara clan as a general rule in the first
place—something about a mean prank his father had once pulled
on the man when they were in academy together that he'd never been
forgiven for—if he was to believe his father's half-assed
explanation.

“You're
right,” Neji said with a very faint smile, “I wouldn't
deny you sex just for being a little late. That was
probably a bit uncalled for.” He knew he was laying it on
pretty thick, but Shikamaru was unusually dense when it came to
affairs of the heart. ...and anyway, the Nara looked really cute when
he blushed.

“This act is going a little bit too far,” Shikamaru
muttered under his breath, unable to cope with Neji saying things
like that so casually.

“Don't sulk,” Neji said. “The point of a date is
to enjoy yourself.”

“In
case you've forgotten,” Shikamaru griped, “I was bribed.”

“You really dwell a lot on the small details,” Neji
countered. “Instead of that, try concentrating on the fact
that someone whose company you generally enjoy wants to spend some
time with you.”

“Yeah, Yeah. I know, at the expense of both of our
reputations. Mine's not so hot in the first place,” the Nara
answered, “but are you sure this is what you want?”

“The freedom to live my life according to my own rules, to be
myself and reach for the things that I desire? How could someone as
smart as you even ask such an idiotic question?”

“You know that's not what I meant.” Shikamaru sighed.

Neji
sighed in reply. Shikamaru was just so dumb
when it came to this sort of thing. Subtle hints weren't going to do
it. If he dropped a condom the Nara was likely to just think 'oh
well, it's normal for a guy to carry one of those around,' and not
think anything at all unusual of it. He decided on a more drastic
approach and without warning pulled his date's face to his own,
planting his most passionate kiss on the brunette's lips.

Shikamaru's eyes went comically wide and he tensed in reaction. Neji
wasn't about to give up at that though; he cupped the Nara's cheeks
and teased his tongue past the shadow nin's soft lips until Shikamaru
responded, tongue moving uncertainly against his own as if trying to
locate the trap.

Shikamaru's mind was spinning with the sudden information Neji's lips
seemed to be screaming at him. He was certain there was some kind of
catch—someone must be watching who Neji wanted to be 'caught in
the act' by, or something, but that wasn't directly important to the
Nara, precisely—it wasn't every day that a gorgeous man stuck
his tongue down your throat, after all.

When
Shikamaru's eyes fluttered closed and he relaxed into the kiss Neji
wrapped his arms carefully around the younger man's shoulders and
enjoyed it for as long as he could. It had been a long time coming
and he didn't want to miss a thing about it. He was practically
trying to memorize the taste of Shikamaru's mouth, the feel of his
shoulder blades beneath his fingers. Unfortunately, breathing became
a priority before much longer and the kiss broke. When it did, he
breathlessly said, “The one who isn't properly understanding
what people mean is you,
Nara.”

Shikamaru
blinked at him. That kiss had left him a little dazed and sapped
some of his more intelligent brain cells of their ability to function
as a group. As a result what came out of his mouth was a bit of a
sputtered, “you...me...I, I mean...that's impossible.
Stop messing with me.”

“Trust
me, Shikamaru,” Neji answered, pulling the Nara closer so they
were pressed tightly chest to chest, “when I'm messing with
you, you'll know.”

Shikamaru could only blink and blush in reply. “Neji...we're
in the middle of the street.”

“Then ask me if I want to go back to your place,” he said
as if it were obvious and that the rather confused shadow nin should
think so too. “I'll say yes.”

“Wh-what about dinner?” Shikamaru stuttered.

“You can make it up to me with breakfast,” Neji answered.

Shikamaru was beside himself. This situation was just too bizarre.
Never in a million years would he have guessed that a mock-date would
turn into Neji throwing himself at him like this. On the one hand it
could just be Neji's rebellious streak trying to come up with the
most unforgivable thing it could; but on the other hand, the most
gorgeous man he'd ever had the privilege of laying eyes upon was
flirting with him so obviously that even he noticed.

“Shikamaru...”

The Nara swallowed nervously. “...is eggs and toast okay?”

Neji's answer was to steer Shikamaru away from the restaurant they'd
been so close to entering and heading back towards the Nara's small
apartment. “When it comes to food, as long as it isn't spicy,
I'm not that picky.”

“Good,” Shikamaru answered, “because when it comes
to everything else you've got to be the most troublesome guy I know.”

“Complaining?” Neji asked with another faint smirk that
was almost enough to make the Nara swoon. He was always gorgeous,
but when he smiled Neji was practically a wet dream come true.

“Not really,” the shadow nin said. His pulse was racing
and he was positive that Neji knew it and was enjoying tormenting him
like this. He decided whatever Neji was up to, he was done
questioning it. Trying to think it through was only going to give
him a migraine.

___

The moment they entered the small apartment Neji pushed Shikamaru
roughly against the wall and crushed their lips together again. He'd
been waiting to kiss and touch the Nara for so long that it took
every bit of control he had not to tear the younger nin's clothes off
and fuck him standing right into the wall. When he pulled back from
the intense kiss he couldn't help but snicker a bit at the dazed,
breathless look on the Nara's face.

“Bed,” he said. “Now.” Maybe it wasn't the
most romantic way to say it, but he wanted the Nara so badly he could
hardly stand it and besides, neither of them were particularly
romantic in nature. He pulled Shikamaru down with him, before
swallowing his mouth in another hungry kiss, hand snaking up under
his shirt to drag fingertips along the Nara's always well-hidden
flesh.

Shikamaru gasped into the kiss when Neji's fingers made their way up
to pinch one of his nipples, eyes flying open for an instant. It was
a side of the Hyuuga he'd never seen and he wasn't sure how to react
to it.

“Shhh,” Neji said, but managed to get his control back
for a moment, looking down on the Nara with obvious lust in his pale
eyes. “Shikamaru,” he breathed the younger nin's name in
such a way that the Nara felt thin coils of warmth stretch out from
his stomach and invade what was left of his senses. “If you
don't want this, say so now. After this, I won't be able to stop
myself.” He didn't want to do anything that the Nara didn't
want, but he wanted it himself so badly that he knew the moment
clothing started falling aside it wouldn't matter. He felt like he
was drunk, really. Extremely drunk. His normal cool temperament was
nowhere to be found once he came into contact with Shikamaru's
velveteen lips and heated skin.

Shikamaru blinked up at him and realized finally that whatever that
look in Neji's eyes right now meant, it had nothing to do with Hiashi
Hyuuga and everything to do with him, and them, together. It
chased a ripple up his spine; he could hardly fathom it. How should
he answer? He didn't know what words to use that wouldn't threaten
to break this entirely bizarre spell that had been cast between them
since Neji had first appeared on the stairs.

“I'm pretty sure I agreed the
moment I opened the door,” the Nara said at last, glad his
voice didn't come out as a hollow rasp.

Permission granted, the Hyuuga
smirked, tugging the Nara's sweater over his head and tossing it
aside. The chill air made Shikamaru shiver a bit, but he didn't
doubt that Neji planned to have him quite heated up rather soon if
the way the older nin leaned in and traced his collarbone with his
tongue and lips was any sign, shifting his hips to let the brunette
feel his growing erection. The Nara let out a shaky breath.

“Good,” Neji answered
against his bare skin, lips sliding down until his altogether too
talented tongue pressed against the Nara's nipple and began sliding
it upward, downward, to the side, swirling around it like it was a
piece of candy and eventually giving it a little love bite before
moving to its twin.

The cool air cascaded over the
moist, bare flesh and Shikamaru shuddered, unable to keep himself
from arching up against the older male. Feeling Shikamaru's bulge
momentarily slide along his own, Neji moaned around the hostage
nipple between his lips and ground their hips together, pulling a
like moan from the Nara's lips as he let the bead go, looking down at
Shikamaru, hips not ceasing their attentions for a moment.

Shikamaru stared up at him as if he
was sure this was some manner of dream—the Hyuuga's hair was
loose and tumbling around his porcelain features, lips curled into a
slight smile and pupil-less eyes still managing to look somehow
clouded with lust. The dark strands ran along his now heated skin as
he felt Neji's erection rubbing against his own through a few layers
of unwanted fabric and the Nara found he had to close his eyes
against the onslaught, gently rocking against the man above him. If
it was a dream, it was a damn good one, and if it wasn't a dream then
he still had no room to complain.

The slightly flushed look on the
Nara's face brought Neji's mouth down over his again, lips crushing
together a little too eagerly as his weight shifted and his hand slid
down inside of the Nara's pants to palm the brunette's hardened
member. Shikamaru arched into the touch with a soft moan and Neji
didn't wait long to divest the shadow nin of his pants.

Again, the cold had Shikamaru
shivering a bit, but he didn't complain. Neji half wanted to
apologize for moving too fast, but even if he apologized he couldn't
slow his pace, especially not with Shikamaru's bare skin glistening
in the half light of evening as the brunette writhed beneath him,
cheeks pleasantly flushed, chest rising and falling with labored
breaths. There was, he realized, only one thing missing to make the
Nara the perfect image from his every improper fantasy and he reached
a hand up, pulling the tie out of Shikamaru's hair and watching it
fall back and fan out against the pillows. He ran his fingers
through it gently for a few moments before kissing the younger man
again—still passionate, but this time a little slower.
Shikmaru's response was more than worth it—the way he leaned up
into the lip lock and wrapped his arms more firmly around Neji's neck
sent ripples down the Hyuuga's spine.

Neji knew he couldn't wait much
longer as much as he would love to take his time with the Nara—he'd
just wanted this too long and the scent of the Nara's skin was
intoxicating. He continued to plant kisses along Shikamaru's jaw and
throat as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom and a
tube of lubricant—apparently the one he'd slipped into his
wallet wasn't the only one he had on him today. He didn't want to
give the Nara a chance to change his mind and while he had the
brunette distracted with his mouth he rid himself quickly of his own
clothes.

Shikamaru saw the items
unobtrusively sitting on the mattress and it brought him back to
reality a bit. This was really, actually happening. His own dreams
and fantasies didn't waste time with things like condoms and
lubricant. Fantasies existed in a world beyond such earthly
concerns. When Neji lifted his head again it was to meet Shikamaru's
much more lucid gaze. He thought to question the Nara one more time,
to ask if he was certain, but in the end he didn't say a word.
Shikamaru would tell him 'no' if he wanted him to stop. Instead he
leaned down, passionate, but slow once more, for a lingering kiss as
he uncapped the tube and smoothed a generous amount of the gel on his
fingers. “Spread your legs for me,” he murmured against
the Nara's mouth.

Shikamaru was surprised to hear
Neji's voice so heavy with need. What was this? Was this just sex?
Or was there something more going on? Either way there was no
turning back now that they'd come this far—that would just be
cruel to both of them. He did as asked, letting Neji settle more
properly between his thighs and determined to keep himself relaxed as
the other nudged the first slick finger at his entrance. “...try
not to be too rough,” he answered breathlessly.

Neji nodded, dipping his head again
toward the Nara's throat as the first digit slipped smoothly inside.
Shikamaru moaned, biting his lip. He didn't do this often—not
bottoming, per say, but having sex. It just wasn't a situation he
found himself in that frequently. Having sex with Neji was like an
occurrence hitting him completely from left field—when left
field was in a parallel universe named No-Chance-In-Hell. And yet
here it was, happening. He breathed deeply, trying to stay calm as
the second digit slipped in and biting his lip hard at the third.

“Sshhh,” Neji soothed, a
hand sliding over his hair and a much softer kiss landing on his
lips. “You've endured a lot worse than this, right?” he
murmured. “It will feel good again soon.”

“I...know that...”
Shikamaru answered, taking deep breaths as Neji—as carefully as
he could manage—stretched him, seeking out his prostate. It
didn't take him long to find it and he bit the inside of his cheek
against the coil of passion that rippled through his stomach as he
watched the Nara's eyes fly wide open as his body bucked and a loud
moan tore from deep in his throat out past his lips.

“Sorry,” Neji told him.
“Whether you're ready or not, I can't wait any longer.”
He quickly put the rubber on and slicked the lubricant over his groin
and pulled his fingers out, replacing them with something far more
substantial.

Shikamaru breathed deeply as he felt
Neji's member slide into him. The initial pain was another reminder
that this was real and so he wouldn't have traded it for anything,
but that didn't make him any less glad when Neji settled and gave him
a moment to adjust. He could tell it was hard on the older nin to
hold back; Neji's head rested against his shoulder and he breathed
heavily there. The Nara let his fingers slide through the satiny
black hair. Why was this happening? The question kept prodding at
him. What made Hyuuga Neji so riled up and why did he want to have
sex with someone as basically ordinary as himself so badly. No
matter how much he tried to think of it he couldn't find an answer.
The time they spent together was enjoyable, but often awkward at
best, and a good deal of the time Shikamaru would say things by
accident that would get the Hyuuga so irritated that he didn't speak
to the brunette for days on end.

And yet, here they were, Neji's
member deep inside of him, his legs wrapping carefully around the
Hyuuga's waist. The older of the two took this as permission to move
and he slid back before easing back inside. They both moaned.
Shikamaru's initial pain eased and gave way to intense pleasure as
the Hyuuga claimed him, hips rocking together. It was no slow
love-making, nothing you'd read about in a romance novel. It was
coarse and wanton and heavy-handed. Shikamaru's limbs tangled around
Neji, Neji's fingers curling the sheets as his hips claimed the Nara
just shy of 'too rough'.

“Shikamaru...” the
Hyuuga breathed, feeling his climax approaching and having the
forethought to wrap his fingers around the Nara's member and pull him
down with him. It didn't take much. Shikamaru was already on edge
and he arched, clamping down on the Hyuuga's member as his seed
spilled between them. In response, Neji dropped his head onto the
Nara's shoulder, gritting his teeth around a deep moan as he
climaxed, panting harshly for a few moments when it was over. He
slipped out and dropped the condom in the bedside wastebasket before
collapsing against the mattress and not giving the Nara a chance to
even sit up before pulling him against his chest. After a few
moments of silence he said, “sorry, that was probably too
rough.”

Shikamaru sighed, knowing it was
only that Neji had been really worked up and not holding it against
him too much. “...you can make it up to me some other time,”
he answered. The Nara found a small amusement in the way Neji's eyes
widened in surprise. He would get to do it again after all? His grip
on the Nara tightened a bit as he nodded. “I will,” he
assured. “In the future, we'll take our time.”

That gave Shikamaru his answer. This was so much more than a
rebelliousness and a desire to get on Hiashi's nerves. “Neji...”
he asked uncertainly, hoping the question wouldn't end up pissing the
Hyuuga off. “There are a lot of people here in Konoha, you
know?” he began.

“Get to the point, Shikamaru,” Neji said impatiently,
feeling rather tired after that and very much wanting to fall asleep
cuddled up like this.

“...well, what I mean is...why me?”

Neji sighed a little. He should have known the Nara would ask.
“Because it's always been you. That's all there is to it,”
he answered, tilting his head to kiss Shikamaru's temple. “Don't
try to over-analyze it. Now let me sleep, we can talk more in the
morning.” It didn't matter that they'd skipped the date part
of their date and it wasn't very late at all, he was worn out and at
the very least wanted an extended nap.

Shikamaru's eyes widened a little and his cheeks flared. He didn't
think much of romanticism, generally, but he was pretty sure that was
the most romantic and completely charming thing anyone had ever said
to him. 'It's always been you.'
He thought on those words for a long time before settling in against
Neji's shoulder and letting the older nin's scent fill his nostrils.
'I guess it's true that reality is stranger than fiction,'
he thought, looking up at the already dozing Hyuuga. Talk more in the
morning, huh? Well, that was fine. He owed Neji eggs and toast,
after all.

~The End~
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