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Genius at Making Love	By : KohakuShadow Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3986 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Warning. Explicit non-con depicted in this chapter.

Genius
at Making Love

Twelve:
Shikamaru x Sai

6 PM

“Thanks
Ayame,” Shikamaru said. “Tell your father I hope he feels
better soon.” Jiichan had the flu so right now Ayame was
running Ichiraku as best as she could. The ramen wasn't quite
as good as the old man's but definitely getting there, and with a
full stomach now Shikamaru paid for his meal and got up.

“Sure,”
Ayame said. “It'll do him good to know everyone is so worried
about him,” Ayame answered sweetly.

The Nara gave a bland wave before
shoving his hands into his pockets and shuffling off. 'Now,
if I were Genma, where would I be at around dinnertime?' he
wondered. He didn't know the man all that well yet so it was hard to
make a guess, even if he was a genius. He decided to hop up onto a
nearby rooftop and scan the surrounding area. Maybe he'd manage to
catch sight of the man.

It wasn't meant to be. As he glanced
around, there was an angry artist who'd been waiting half the day to
get some sort of bizarre revenge on the Nara. Well, no one ever said
Sai was smart. In fact, when it came to human emotion he was an
idiot, and so when it came to jealousy, he was about as clueless as a
surfer in the middle of the desert. He wasn't even sure he was
jealous. All he knew was Shikamaru had sex with Sakura and that was
not allowed and definitely couldn't go unpunished. His brilliant idea
had been to come up with something so horrible that it totally turned
the sex fiend that was Shikamaru Nara off to sex entirely. If he
didn't want to fuck, he definitely wouldn't want to fuck Sakura, ever
again.

Sai frowned a little, splattering large coils of ink across his
scroll and bringing them to life. The jumped into action immediately,
latching onto the Nara, who startled and struggled against the
strange black creature on an instinct of panic as it tore at his
clothes, very quickly leaving him with nothing but a torn up vest to
one side, somewhat in tact, and little shreds of what was left. He
tried to use what muscle he could to fight against what appeared to
be large black tentacles when he caught movement out of the corner of
his eye and Sai appeared at a distance in front of him, staring
coldly as Shikamaru struggled against the monster he'd
created.(Apparently someone had introduced Sai to tentacle porn
because there's no way he'd have come up with this on his own.)

The creature rammed three thick tentacles roughly into the Nara's
body, plunging in deep, as another wrapped around his flaccid member.
Shikamaru tried to pull on the tentacles, but Sai wasn't stupid, his
arms were held far apart so the Nara couldn't form any seals.

“This
is a pretty sick joke, even for you,” Shikamaru spat in
irritation.

“It's
no joke,” Sai answered as another tentacle started to weasel
into the Nara's hole and the tentacle around his member jerked on him
just a little too roughly. “It'll keep putting more into you
until you break or beg for mercy.”

Which, given Shikamaru's day, was going to be a lot of tentacles. He
struggled again, but found it hopeless, and in spite of himself his
groin began to stir to life in spite of the rough treatment.

“If
this is your idea of a good time, then you're a sick bastard,”
Shikamaru said, but didn't get to say more as another tentacle rammed
itself into his mouth.

“Someone
like you has no right to touch Sakura,” was Sai's answer.

'So that's it,' Shikamaru
thought, but he was in no position to answer as his mouth was full
and his nipples abused, his cock stirring and more and more tentacles
trying to fill his ass. The more he struggled, the more unpleasant it
was. 'Just relax, Shikamaru. Think. There's got to be some
weak point.' Unfortunately the
only weak point he could see was too far away to do anything about.
'Maybe if I pretend to really love it...' he
thought. That at least was certain to piss Sai off if this was the
man's version of a jealous rage, and a pissed of Sai was bound to
slip up somehow. That's what happened when people got angry.

Shikamaru closed his eyes to try to
zone out the fact there was some nin-made tentacle monster raping him
as the nin who made it watched and tried to focus on the physical
sensations, equate them with something sexy so he could get nice and
riled up. He tried first to imagine sucking Gaara off while the
red-head gave him a slightly too eager hand job, tongue darting out
occasionally to lick and swirl about his head. He locked this image
in his mind and associated these things with the tentacle in his
mouth and the one tugging on his cock and the member stirred a little
more. 'Gaara...' he
thought. 'Love you so much...' He
moaned around the invasion in his mouth, attention dragging to his
wide stretched rear end. His first instinct was to picture Genma, but
the tentacles were already pulling him too wide, making him ache.
Even Genma wasn't that large.
Then his earlier sex with Naruto came to mind and gave him something
he could work with—Kage Bunshin—and his forced fantasy
soon created two Genmas sliding their huge cocks in and out of his
ass. It hurt a little, but for two Genmas looking at him with those
adoring eyes as they plundered him eagerly it was worth it. He put
the two fantasies together—Gaara and a double-dose of Genma,
and soon his tentacle rape didn't seem at all unbearable and his
member hardened fully as he moaned in pleasure, not pain.

Sai's brow furrowed. What the hell?! He was supposed to hate this,
wasn't he? There was no point if the Nara was enjoying himself! Who
enjoyed getting raped, anyway? And why did Shikamaru look so...so
unbelievably sexy as his tentacle monster creation abused him? Sai's
own groin was stirring from watching it, and that just wasn't
supposed to happen.

Shikamaru had to concentrate quite a
bit to block out reality and enjoy his fantasy, because even if he'd
fucked half the village today there was only so far he could stretch.
Luckily, he was at least fairly confident, the ink-tentacle monster
couldn't possibly have
many tentacles left to shove inside of him. He pushed the thought
from his mind, imagining the feel of Genma's strong chest against his
back as his hips thrust into him, of Gaara's fingers and mouth all
over his shaft. If he didn't fantasize a little there was just no
way. He liked sex. A lot. With human beings. This
didn't even come close to being the same thing.

Sai stalked over and punched him hard across the face, dragging the
Nara out of his fantasy world. He glared up at the supposedly
emotionless nin. “Don't enjoy yourself!” Sai demanded
illogically. “I'll kill you if I have to, you know.” Yes,
in Sai's somewhat faulty brain, if the only way he could guarantee
Shikamaru wouldn't have sex with Sakura again was to kill him then
that was just what he'd do. Raping him in what, from his research,
had to be the most humiliating way possible, wasn't working, so he
needed to come up with a plan B. He dissipated the tentacle
creature—if the Nara was enjoying it there was no point in
letting it continue and quickly shoved Shikamaru to the ground tying
his hands thoroughly so he couldn't perform any techniques. In terms
of physical strength, Sai was convinced they were about equal, but he
couldn't let the Nara use any of his shadow techniques. He'd give
Shikamaru credit for his brain, at least. He'd heard all sorts of
horrible things about being caught in them.

Shikamaru forced himself not to show his relief at being released
from the horrible creature's grasp, but there was no time to rest.
He glared at Sai over his shoulder as his arms were jerked roughly
behind him and held tight in the artist's hand, but Sai didn't wait
to shove his face into the slab roof with the other.

Shikamaru tried to twist his hips to toss Sai off, but Sai saw the
maneuver and shoved the hip down before it could do any damage,
holding the Nara in place. With no leverage to speak of even if he
struggled he couldn't easily break free, so Shikamaru sighed a little
and stilled, waiting for a better opportunity to come along. It was
the first time today, he realized, that he wasn't thinking about
fucking the person he was with—but then, Sai was apparently a
bit of a psychopath, which the Nara tended to think was a bit of a
turn-off.

Sai, on the other hand, seemed turned on
if the bulge pressing against his bare ass was any sign, and
Shikamaru thought that didn't bode well for him. 'Maybe I
should just let him fuck me and get it out of his system. If I play
dead he might get tired of me quick and leave me be.'

Sai wasn't sure what putting his
dick inside of Shikamaru had to do with Sakura, but he felt like he
had to do it. Right now.
He leaned back a bit, thinking he had the Nara properly pinned, and
slipped his hardened member out of his pants.

The slight shift in weight was the
chance Shikamaru needed. He jerked his hips a bit, sending Sai off
balance and reversed their position, using a quick shadow technique
to hold Sai in place. Sai blinked. Shikamaru looked angry. Really
angry. His hair was messed up, half tumbling out of it's tail and
half still held by the band, a few scratches by his brow.

Shikamaru stared down at the
emotionally retarded excuse for a human being. He had a choice to
make. Option A) Back off. Take Sai's pants so he didn't have to hop
a substantial amount of rooftops, naked, to retrieve clothing back at
his home. Option B) Sink to Sai's level. He was hesitant to do that
latter, but the prior was running away. As good as Shikamaru was at
running away, he preferred to only do it once, and he knew Sai had
the kind of personality that would pursue a subject ad infinitum
until a resolution was reached—for better or worse.

“Troublesome bastard,”
Shikamaru muttered, tugging Sai's pants away. He squeezed his eyes
shut and took a steadying breath. Trapped in a shadow jutsu, Sai
wasn't going anywhere. He stared down at the nin, actively keeping
Gaara and Genma in the back of his mind. “It's a nuisance, but
I guess I have no choice.” He spread Sai's legs and plunged
inside. He didn't bother stretching him because Sai hadn't done him
any favors either and he was kind of irritated. He let his eyes half
lid, cycling through the day's events and his favorite fantasies to
keep himself riled up even though Sai had seriously annoyed him.

Even with that, Sai—in spite
of himself—soon started to writhe a little beneath him. He
couldn't move much with Shikamaru's shadow holding him in place, but
a soft moan escaped as the Nara thrust into him. The fact that a
cold fish like Sai could be turned on as easily as flipping a light
switch, Shikamaru decided was at least a little sexy and he purposely
jabbed Sai's prostate with the next thrust, loosening his shadow's
grip a bit—not enough that Sai could turn the tables on him,
but testing the waters and letting the other move a little.

Sai's response to the freedom was to
lift his hips to meet the Nara's thrusts. The artsy nin, overtaken
by pleasure in a rather unexpected and unfamiliar way, had all but
forgotten what he had against Shikamaru in the first place, at least
for the moment.

As for Shikamaru, well, he was
kind of a pervert and Sai was
tight and moving eagerly against him, so he began to enjoy the sex
for what it was. There were no illusions of affection in it, just
base desire that bordered on instinct as the two dark-haired males
thrust against one another on the rooftop. Shikamaru, after a while
longer, released his jutsu—Sai wasn't going anywhere at least
until he came and they both knew it.

The Nara grabbed the male's cock and
stroked in time with his thrusts, and in return Sai reached up and
twisted Shikamaru's nipples as their hips collided over and over
again. They moaned, not bothering with any sexual pleasantries.
There had been no stretching and there was no slow build up; it was
rough and almost seemed as if they were using sex to battle one
another and see who would win and who would have to submit to the
other's will.

Sai lifted his head and left little
bites along Shikamaru's collarbone. Shikamaru lightly dragged his
nail along the throbbing veins on the underside of Sai's cock. Their
tongues tangled recklessly, fighting for dominance. Sai pushed
Shikamaru back, claiming the top position and riding the Nara's thick
member, but this only lasted a few minutes before Shikamaru rolled
them over so that Sai was on his back again and began thrusting into
him harder and faster still. They claimed these small victories on
one another knowing they'd finally managed to find a way of fighting
that both of them were willing to accept: grinding hips, bruising
kisses, the occasional cruel caress.

But it was a battle that couldn't
last forever as their skin glistened under the setting sun. Sai
hissed, unable to regain his breath enough to gain the top again and
dragged his nails roughly down the Nara's spine as he groaned in
orgasm, squirting his seed out over his own stomach as the Nara
roughly massaged his balls. Thrusting in thrice more, Shikamaru also
came with a guttural moan. They didn't lay panting long and
Shikamaru was quick to slide out, grabbing Sai's pants and pulling
them on. Let Sai figure out how to get home with all his junk hanging
out.

Sai watched him as he gathered up
his mostly shredded clothing and any items that had fallen out of the
pockets. “Now you and Sakura are even,” Shikamaru said,
looking down at where Sai still lay pants-less on the roof with a
semen-splattered stomach. “So whatever ridiculous bullshit is
going on between the two of you, leave me the hell out of it.”

Having lost the fight, Sai figured
he couldn't really argue. 'Between Sakura and me, huh?'
he thought. 'Is that how it is, then?'
As Shikamaru hopped off the roof and disappeared—still rather
disheveled—from view, Sai sat up, frowning. If he and Sakura
were 'even', as the Nara claimed, why did he still feel like he'd
lost?

Irritated beyond belief, Shikamaru
muttered something to himself as he headed up the street towards home
to get a shower and a fresh change of clothes, something about
emotionally-handicapped, pasty-faced morons with serious issues.
Doing so, he wasn't paying attention and rammed right into someone's
chest. He blinked and looked up. “...Genma.”

Genma blinked down at the slightly
battered Nara, surprise almost making his mouth drop enough to lose
the senbon between his lips. Almost. He blinked, and after the
initial surprise a look of worry raced through his brown eyes.
“Shikamaru? What the hell happened to you?”

Shikamaru, flustered at running into
Genma again like this, spit out the first answer that came to mind.
“...got in a little fight. I won...I think.”

Genma knew there had to be something
more to it than that and thoughtlessly wrapped the Nara in the hug he
seemed to be in desperate need of, surprised at how little fuss
Shikamaru put up in falling against him. 'I...guess I was
kind of scared...' Shikamaru
thought now that he felt so much more safe and warm. Maybe it wasn't
precisely fear in the second half, but after that monster...what he'd
done to (or was it 'with'?) Sai had been a reaction to that initial
fear. Just being held by Genma cleared his mind and calmed him down
so much. How did he do that? What was it about Genma Shiranui that
made even an attempted and somewhat successful rape seem like such a
small, trivial thing? Shikamaru had no idea, but whatever it was he
was grateful for it.

Pulling the tie out of the Nara's
hair and fixing the tail before binding it back again as best he
could while Shikamaru was leaning limply against him, Genma frowned a
little because he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. It would
be obvious to anyone that the fight Shikamaru had had was definitely
not 'little' by any stretch of the imagination, but he didn't dare
pry.

“Come
on,” he said at last, resting his palm on Shikamaru's lower
back and gently nudging the Nara forward, “I'll walk you home.”

~TBC~

To
Reviewers:

llyoung:

Well, what are perverted best friends for? Haha.

Halloween:
I
could sit and decipher your hyperactive little rant, or I can just
say glad you agree with me and thanks for your very excitable review.
Lol.

Prpl
Grl:
I'm actually not either, but in some stories (perverted ones like
mine :p) I can definitely see them having a little good-natured fun
together. For the greater good, of course—in this case that
being Chouji getting some action with Ino. Haha.

As
for being sweet and gooey and lovey-dovey, I do believe I'll plead
the fifth, but I will say at least that I rather adore the sweet,
lovable characters—like Chouji and Hinata.

Cynaga:
Chouji
[needs] more respect. Absolutely. He's such a wonderful character
that it makes me so sad that he gets neglected or abused because he
doesn't fit into a nice, anorexic mold. (exaggerating a little here,
but you get the point) Chubby characters have hormones and need love
too darn it!

Hah,
I guess there is a story happening after all, even though every
single chapter is a lemon (some more graphic than others). Thank you
for the compliments. To be honest I'm just following my list of
pairings right along and throwing in a little bite of plot here and
there to give you guys something to chew on. Doing my best on
characterization, but admittedly some characters are easier than
others (because a good number of the characters in this story are
ones I've never tried to write before for more than a cameo
appearance—point in fact: Iruka, Asuma, Genma, Sai...) If
they're coming out well, then I'm glad to know I'm doing okay with
them.
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