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Earth Angel	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 1488 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Guardian Angels

The rain continued to fall; it had been pouring for nearly a week with barely a break in the dark clouds. He had realized how cliche and ironic the situation was the first day. It had rained that time, when he had run home in tears and out of breath. His chest had felt tight and somehow he knew that most of it wasn’t because he ran five miles from the school to his house. Several times he collapsed, the sorrow too much for him to keep moving. He arrived home drenched, tired, and in awful pain. The irony of the situation echoed clearly within his mind, as he knew it always would; rain had been the reason why anything had started between them in the first place. It was hard for him to believe that it had been almost three weeks ago since his angel abandoned him.

Shikamaru sat on his bed, dark eyes staring out into the downpour through his window. His homework sat completed upon his desk; the only good thing about the time since then was he’d been getting his work done in record time. He found it a bit soothing to be able to ignore the hurt residing within his chest, but that also caused him to finish said homework much earlier than he would have liked. Once complete, it was too simple to fall back into thinking about the past, into wanting him again, and how cold he felt.

If he focused his eyes just right, Shikamaru could see his reflection above the streaks of water on the glass. It always looked like he was crying and several times it wasn’t just a simple trick of his eyes.

He raised his hand up to wipe away the tears, which began to stream down his already stained cheeks. It was now becoming routine to do this every day; wake up feeling cold, skip breakfast, avoid everyone on the baseball team at school, nibble a bit at lunch, walk home, cry for an hour and think back to how many times the angel had been seen, do homework, cry some more, pick the food at dinner, and finally cry himself to sleep.

Shikamaru avoided a lot of his friends at school. He didn’t want to deal with any prying questions, which he knew they must have. Bending his legs to hug them to his chest and placing a cheek on his knees, he remembered the looks some gave him before he turned away. They seemed to be hurt… or maybe a little confused; Shikamaru was never told the “official” reason why he was ejected from the team, or why the Hyuga was suspended. He guessed he never found out because it didn’t really matter; he knew the real reason.

The Nara figured he’d been doing the right thing when others never approached him. Sure he dodged everyone when he could, but he was stuck in the commons during lunch period and no one tried talking to him then.

Shikamaru turned away from the window, burying his face into his knees as more tears came to his eyes. He had never imagined that it would hurt so much! It felt like someone was trying to tear his heart out with a small fish hook, forever tearing and ripping at his flesh until it could never be repaired.

The world seemed darker around him; the depression pressing hard against his soul. It felt like it was eating him alive, not stopping until he would be nothing more than a human shell. In a way, he wished it would. The pain was getting to be too much for him and Shikamaru had a feeling that if the darkness completely devoured him there would be no hurt-filled dark pool to drown in anymore.

A soft sob escaped his throat as the Nara fought against his emotions. He really was getting sick of his new routine and a small, extremely tiny voice somewhere from the very depths of the darkness within his mind whispered quietly, ‘There is a way out….’

Immediately Shikamaru was flooded with thoughts including razor blades, sleeping pills, and a gun. He gasped in surprise and jumped up from the bed, placing a hand over his forehead. His heart was pounding heavily within his chest as he softly panted. He didn’t want to do that… did he? The Nara had to admit, it did look promising, and that thought scared him the most.

Maybe it was time to talk to someone about this before he did something stupid.

Knock, knock.

The soft rap upon his door made Shikamaru jump slightly as his father voiced his name through the wood. The teen told him to come in as he quickly wiped his face clean of tears, before shoving his hands into his pants’ pockets.

The door opened and Shikaku gave his son a worried look; Shikamaru could see the concern flicker heavily within his parent’s dark eyes and the way they studied him. He’d grown used to it by now. When the teen had come home that first night, drenched with rain and out of breath, both his parents had questioned him, trying to force him to explain why they’d gotten a call from Kakashi about him getting kicked off the baseball team. At the time, Shikamaru didn’t have the strength to say much of anything and was excused for the evening.

He never had really told his parents anything.

“Shikamaru,” his father stated, still standing in the doorway, “there’s someone here to see you.” As he stepped aside, the teen’s heart skipped a beat, one word springing forth to the front of his thoughts and making him tremble a bit in nervousness: angel.

A small sigh of relief left him once he saw the dark shades upon his visitor’s face. It was only then that he raised an eyebrow in curiosity and surprise. “Hey, Shino,” Shikamaru said with a bit of a hoarse tone once his father left them alone, “what’re you doing here?”

The Aburame crossed his arms upon his chest and dark eyebrows came together in something of a glare, had Shikamaru been able to see his eyes. “The truth is Chouji wanted to come, but he’s catching this weekend while the team is in Kumo. I was out of rotation so I decided to come in his stead.”

Shikamaru nodded slowly. So Chouji was worried about him, too. He didn’t know why that was so surprising to him; he and the Akimichi were practically brothers.

Politely clearing his throat, the Nara motioned toward the bed. “Have a seat.” He placed himself upon the messed up sheets, Shino sitting unusually close to him.

“What happened, Shikamaru?” the Aburame asked softly, eyes hidden behind dark shades. “You seemed to have disappeared over the past few weeks. The fact that you’re avoiding us is a bit hurtful, you know… especially to Chouji and myself.”

Shikamaru sighed heavily, a slight smirk coming to his lips. “I haven’t heard you talk like that for a while. I don’t know why you’d be worried about me, Shino; aren’t you making any progress with Naruto yet?” He inwardly congratulated himself when a very light pink blush touched the stoic teen’s pale cheeks.

“Some,” Shino replied curtly, straightening his back a bit more and the Nara could feel his gaze burn from behind the glasses, “but I’m more concerned with you right now. Surely you must know that if you seclude yourself from friends they will eventually come to you with questions.”

Dark eyes turned away, the small smile on his face quickly fading away as he folded his hands upon his lap, lacing his fingers together. “Yeah… I know.” Silence floated around them for a few minutes, the Nara inwardly struggling with himself. Not ten minutes earlier he’d been thinking about telling someone how he felt, but now that the opportunity was here… he just wasn’t sure he could go through with it.

Shikamaru’s heart skipped a tiny beat when a warm hand covered his upon his lap. He looked down at the pale appendage gently squeezing his own as he slowly gazed into his friend’s face.

Shino seemed a bit more relaxed, eyebrows indicating his true worry as he whispered, “Talk to me.”

Tears immediately stung the Nara’s eyes and he bit his lip, averting his gaze and nodding. His heart felt as though it might burst as he grasped Shino’s hand between his own; how long had it been since they’d had a heart-to-heart talk? Probably too long to remember clearly now.

“I-it was sex,” Shikamaru began, swallowing a thick lump in his throat, “that’s all. It couldn’t be anything more and I knew that. I thought I could handle it. I was sure I’d be all right, as long as Neji was there with me… but I miscalculated.” Another warm hand began stroking his back in comfort as the Aburame continued to listen quietly. “I thought that maybe, just maybe, Neji might see me as something more than a teammate, you know? The sex we were having had to mean something, didn’t it? We were together so much… and I guess deep down I hoped that me fucking him would change his mind. Fuck, was I wrong.”

A few tears leaked from the Nara’s eyes as he took a few deep breaths. It was getting a bit easier, the more he talked. In a way, he was glad it was Shino who had come to him; his IQ was near his own and explaining many things wasn’t necessary. Shikamaru didn’t like long, tedious explanations after all.

Shikamaru released a long sigh, one hand leaving the Aburame’s warm appendage to wipe away the drops of moisture from his face. “I feel… so broken. How could all of that time together mean nothing to him? Why couldn’t I make an impact, Shino? Why… why couldn’t I be blessed enough to have an angel at my side?” More tears fell freely onto stained, reddened cheeks and the Nara buried his face within his hands. His heart palpitated painfully within his chest as a few sobs shook his body.

Immediately Shikamaru was enveloped into a warm embrace. His arms instinctively wrapped around Shino’s torso as he held him close, gently rocking the Nara as he released more of his pent up emotions. It took a few minutes for him to calm enough to speak again, face pressed along his friend’s shoulder.

“I’m nothing more than a whore to him. How could Neji not see that my heart belongs to him? Why does it hurt this much? I knew he was out of my league to begin with; demons aren’t allowed to be with angels.”

Shino tightened his hold on the Nara. “You are not a whore, Shikamaru, nor are you a demon. It is Neji’s fault for being blind to your needs and only seeing his own. You shouldn’t blame yourself for this.”

“But it’s my fault,” Shikamaru whispered, sniffing.

“No, it isn’t,” the Aburame replied in a stern tone. He pulled the weeping teen away from his shoulder to look intently into Shikamaru’s bloodshot eyes. “If you truly wish to overcome this you must stop feeling guilty. You know Neji holds his precious sport over everything else, Shikamaru. He does not want to believe there is anything beyond it and that’s why he ignored your feelings. Don’t let this incident destroy you. There are more angels in the world.”

‘But Neji was the one for me,’ the Nara thought, turning his gaze away. He knew that his friend’s words held some truth to them, but it had been his goal to overcome his angel’s love of baseball with his own love for him. In reality, that’s what made it so hard and painful.

Shikamaru had failed, lost to an opponent which happened to be a sport. He was pretty sure this was worse than losing to an actual person.

Another wave of pain washed over his body and a few more tears ran slowly down Shikamaru’s face. The quiet, small notion that he could be free from this entered his mind again and Shikamaru wondered why the thought was becoming more and more pleasing as the seconds slowly passed.

“Shikamaru,” Shino whispered, his voice holding a different tone of concern than before, placing a hand upon the Nara’s shoulder and gently squeezing, “what are you thinking?”

The hurt teen shrugged a little, again wiping the wetness from his cheeks. “Just… wondering that… maybe things would be better… if I wasn’t around anymore.” His dark eyes moved to gaze at the Aburame and he was a bit surprised that he could actually see his face become paler than usual, eyebrows high upon his forehead.

Shino started shaking his head. “No, no, no,” he said softly, quickly embracing the Nara once more. “You mustn’t think like that, Shikamaru. Please don’t say such things. I never want to hear you speak like that.”

“But,” Shikamaru replied, allowing himself to be held and silently enjoying the warmth of the Aburame’s body, “doing it might get rid of this pain, Shino. It hurts so much… I want to die.”

“No, please stop saying that,” Shino begged, holding his friend tighter. “There is no guarantee that the pain will disappear with death; you might wind up feeling this way for all eternity. Nobody who knows you wants that, Shikamaru.”

“Then what am I going to do?” Silence was his only answer as the Aburame continued to embrace him. Droplets of moisture occasionally escaped his eyes as he pondered the question he knew nobody could answer. Shikamaru was aware that he was the only person who could decide what his path was to be from this point on, but it was also a decision he didn’t want to make. None of the paths before him led into his angel’s arms.

Shino sighed lightly after several minutes passed, making the Nara focus his thoughts upon him. “I’m staying the night,” he announced. Without waiting for the depressed teen to answer, Shino pulled out his cell phone with one hand from a pocket on his pants and called home to alert his father.

Shikamaru didn’t argue. He didn’t even feel upset or surprised at the declaration; he’d expected something like this when he voiced that he was having suicidal thoughts. It didn’t take a whole lot of convincing to get his parents to agree, either.

The Aburame was beside Shikamaru for the entire evening, continually keeping some kind of physical contact between them. In his room, Shino kept a hand upon his depressed friend’s shoulder or wrapped his arms around him in comfort. Going downstairs for dinner, Shino pulled the Nara by holding his hand tightly, while during the meal, the shades-wearing teen made sure their legs touched beneath the table.

Shikamaru wasn’t in the least surprised by Shino’s actions, as he placed his dirty dishes in the sink after he finished eating (under the pressuring glares of his mother, father, and friend) and one of his hands was immediately enveloped in a warmer appendage. The Nara was probably one of the only people who knew this side of the Aburame. He may have looked cold and distant to their classmates, but he still had a big heart and with his eye condition, the reason why he always wore the sunglasses, Shino had a tough time expressing his emotions. It was the reason why he touched Shikamaru constantly; it was the only way he could comfort another if his words didn’t work.

The Nara was grateful for the contact; his friend was so warm and the touch soothed his heart, if only a little. It made him feel less like a thrown away whore, less dirty. A small, microscopic spark of hope for the future flickered to life within the darkness as Shino pulled Shikamaru back up the staircase to his room. However, it was impossibly small and easily swallowed up by the darkness within his soul.

They spent the next few hours on the bed, Shino trying to say reassuring things but Shikamaru was only half listening. His mind tried to focus more on the soft, warm touch upon his back and forearm. It was a bit surprising to him how much he’d missed the touch from the Aburame.

A small sigh left Shikamaru and he slowly leaned against his friend, burying his face along Shino’s neck. The paler teen’s arms immediately wrapped around the Nara as he tried to get closer to the warmth surrounding the other. Why was it that Shino felt like a welcoming furnace to his cold heart?

“I’m here for you,” the Aburame whispered, slightly tightening his hold.

Shikamaru nodded against the other’s warm flesh, one hand coming up from his lap to gently lie along Shino’s chest. A light scowl touched his features as he felt the annoyingly rough fabric of the Aburame’s shirt beneath his fingers. He longed to feel more soft and warm flesh.

“Are you dating Naruto yet?” the Nara asked slowly.

Shino carefully shook his head, rubbing his friend’s back. “No… not yet.”

Shikamaru breathed calmly against Shino’s pale neck as he voiced his next question, “Then could you help me forget?”

The Aburame froze all actions for a few short moments before placing his hands on his friend’s shoulders and pulling him up from his chest to look into dark eyes through black shades. “Shikamaru?” he questioned, cheeks slowly turning pink.

The tanner teen gazed squarely into those impenetrable glasses, hoping to get through to his friend. “Please,” he whispered, tone border-lining on begging, “I just want a night where I don’t remember him, Shino. For a little while, I want to forget the pain I’m in… and sleep.” Tears clung to the corner of Shikamaru’s eyes, but he held them back as the Aburame placed a gentle, warm hand to cup his cheek.

“Are you sure?” Shino asked quietly, slowly bringing his face closer to the Nara’s.

Shikamaru nodded once, a single drop of moisture falling traitorously to leave a new trail down his face. “Comfort me.”

Their lips met in a tender kiss, the Nara moaning softly when Shino’s tongue gently entered his mouth. It had been over a year since they kissed in this way and Shikamaru was grateful at the way it helped to sooth his torn soul. He had always been amazed at how the Aburame’s touches and kisses could turn him into a trembling and whimpering little uke. Shino had been the person Shikamaru lost his virginity to and he was slowly remembering why.

Clothes were quickly discarded and the Nara found himself on his back, hands fisting the sheets beneath him as he gazed up at the paler teen. Slowly, as if rehearsed, Shino raised a hand up to remove his glasses at the same time Shikamaru brought up a shaky hand to pull away his hair tie. He didn’t even feel his dark tresses fall around his face, wide eyes watching as a pair of bright, sparkling yellow orbs were exposed for Shikamaru to gaze at.

He’d forgotten how breath-taking and mesmerizing those eyes were.

A small smirk touched Shino’s lips as he leaned down to give the tanner teen gentle kisses along his exposed neck.

The Nara moaned, closing his eyes and ordering himself just to feel; thinking was forbidden, as was remembering. He would only allow himself to drown in the sensations Shino was giving him, let his friend calm and sooth his spirit like he had over a year before.

Skilled hands roamed his body freely, warming cool skin and causing Shikamaru’s breathing to speed up just the tiniest bit. His cock was hardening fast under his friend’s sweet torture and he tried to encourage the other by spreading his legs.

Shino got the message quickly as a slicked finger slowly entered the Nara’s quivering entrance and causing him to moan again. Tan hands ran along pale shoulders as Shikamaru was gently stretched, every moment passing leisurely into eternity, the undeniable pleasure coursing through his whole body.

‘Yes,’ Shikamaru thought when his prostate was brushed intently and his hips jerked back onto the Aburame’s hand. He constantly pushed away visions of his angel, wondering for a brief moment if he looked as beautiful as the Hyuga while being prepared. ‘Just feel,’ he reminded himself, fingers grazing over warm flesh of Shino’s torso. A small sound left the Aburame’s lips when Shikamaru gently rubbed perked nipples and the Nara absolutely adored the pure lust shining within yellow orbs.

Shino leaned down to firmly kiss the teen beneath him, removing his fingers and grabbing blindly for the small bottle of lubrication the Nara had pulled out. “Condom?” he whispered between kisses.

“No,” Shikamaru replied quickly, hooking his legs tightly around a pale waist, “I need to feel you.”

The Aburame breathed heavily against Shikamaru’s cheek for a few seconds before nodding and trailing his lips down his friend’s throat and rubbed his erection in lube. Shikamaru gasped slightly when the warm head was gently pushed against his hole, eyes squeezing shut as it penetrated his body.

A pathetic whimper escaped his lips as Shino very slowly slid his entire length into Shikamaru, his body starting to tremble for reasons unknown to him as a slight pain shot up his spine.

‘It’s… so hot.’ Shikamaru bit his lower lip as tears came to his closed eyes and easily fell to his ears. ‘Feels… so good.’ The heat Shino was emitting started spreading inside him, giving his shattered heart and ripped soul something to help it heal; Shikamaru could almost feel himself mend under the other’s labored breathing… or was that his own?

“Are you okay… Shikamaru?” Shino whispered gently.

The Nara forced his eyes to open; immediately more drops fell and he was swallowed up by the intense gaze of the paler teen. More warmth spread at the concern he saw there and he nodded, finding his hands clutching Shino’s forearms and released him to run one tanned appendage through brown tresses as the other fell onto a pale shoulder. “…fine,” he finally answered.

Shino smiled a little but didn’t start thrusting as Shikamaru had thought. Instead warm hands began rubbing up and down his thighs, as if trying to calm their mad trembling. Shikamaru watched his friend’s movements and matched his breathing to them, his reward being those glorious hands starting at his neck and gently, soothingly running over relaxing shoulders, down his torso, lightly tickling his sides, and rubbing his thighs once more.

It only took a few of those glorious trips for the Nara to calm enough for Shino to start thrusting slowly within him. He laid his body over Shikamaru’s, wrapping his arms tightly around the tanner man’s chest to gently pant against his neck as he continued to thrust in and out of his friend.

Shikamaru’s mind was reeling at the warm sensations encompassing his body. His arms wound securely around pale shoulders, eagerly moving his hips back to Shino’s as he softly moaned. Hands pressed into the soft skin on the Aburame’s back, trying to get him as close as possible, wanting all the warmth the other could give.

Shino quickened his pace, sending sparks of pleasure and friction-induced heat shooting throughout his body, making the Nara’s overflowing brain spin even more as he arched his back in approval. The coil within his abdomen was becoming hotter and hotter with every passing second and tightening even faster.

“Ah… Shikamaru,” the Aburame breathed out, flattening his body even more and Shikamaru released a strangled moan at the added pressure upon his erection, which was trapped between their extremely warm bodies.

Shikamaru whimpered a bit; there was no way he’d last long now. He did try a little to hold out just a bit longer, perhaps to come with his friend. However, all hope was lost when one of his earlobes was encased within a hot mouth.

Gasping sharply and releasing a choked half-moan, half-sob, Shikamaru came hard, jetting his ejaculate and spreading even more warmth.

Shino was not far behind, moaning low in the Nara’s ear and shooting his cum into his friend’s body. Shikamaru had forgotten how hot that felt; he could have sworn he purred at the feeling.

Several minutes slowly passed, the room filled with their heavy breathing as their hearts calmed to a normal pace. Shikamaru turned his head to gaze into glazed-over yellow eyes, Shino’s softening penis still within his body. “Shino,” he whispered, voice a bit hoarse, “I—” His words were cut short as the Aburame placed a finger against his lips.

“Shh,” Shino cooed, smiling softly. “Sleep now, Shikamaru.”

Returning the smile, the Nara merely nodded before closing his eyes and almost immediately falling into slumber.

~~~~~

Waking up to the morning sun pouring into his room through the open curtains surprised Shikamaru a little; it had been quite some time since he’d been able to sleep through the night. A warm body was pressed to his back and he couldn’t help the light blush that quickly attacked his cheeks as memories flooded him. A smirk tugged on his lips as he sighed pleasantly; suddenly the world didn’t feel so cold anymore, nor did it seem so dark.

Had that tiny, microscopic flame of hope from the night before actually embedded itself into his soul and given Shikamaru a reason to keep going? Well, he knew that if it had, it was all thanks to his friend beside him. He turned to lie on his back, dark eyes immediately finding the Aburame, yellow orbs sparkling with the sunlight shining from behind him as he gave a small smile.

“How do you feel this morning, Shikamaru?” Shino asked, propping his head upon the pillow a bit.

The Nara looked away momentarily before gazing intently at his friend. “Better.”

“Still want to kill yourself?”

Shikamaru slowly shook his head. “No, too troublesome.”

“Good.” Shino gave him one last, bright smile before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing his shades, putting them carefully onto his face. “I’d say it’s time for breakfast.”

The Nara chuckled a little, but obediently got out of bed. His thoughts sifted through the events from the previous night with a calm appreciation for the pale teen as he got ready for the day. When Chouji couldn’t be around to cheer him up, Shino always seemed to fill that void in his own way. It still amazed Shikamaru how he could do that, sooth and comfort with mere touch, but he didn’t question it much. Shino’s technique worked and that’s all that really mattered.

Shikamaru walked down to the dining table with Shino ahead of him. They no longer held hands; it wasn’t necessary anymore. Shikamaru still missed the smooth skin of his angel, but it wasn’t nearly as overwhelming as it had been. He sat down at the table with a small smile, his mother quickly giving the teens some eggs and bacon.

Shikaku eyed his son carefully, but Shikamaru mostly ignored him as he started eating; his stomach seemed to have recovered its appetite, as if just now noticing it hadn’t had much of any food for several days.

“You seem to be in better spirits, Shikamaru,” the older Nara noted, taking a sip from his coffee mug.

“I am,” Shikamaru replied, more focused on eating than really listening to his father.

“Great! Then you’ll love the news I have for you!” At his son’s silence, he continued, “You know, Shikamaru, that big dance is coming up; the Autumn Social is only two weeks away.”

The Nara teen shrugged nonchalantly; he wasn’t really planning on going anyway. It was one of those “prom” kinds of dances and it wasn’t exactly his scene, which was why he hadn’t even worried about it, unlike many of the others in his school. The girls had been screeching all month about it, even the ones on the baseball team and several of the guys were nervous wrecks about who they were going to ask out. ‘I sure as hell don’t want that drama-llama in my life,’ Shikamaru thought confidently.

“You’ll be glad to know that I found you a date, Shikamaru!”
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