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Neji
adjusted his traveling back on his shoulder and nodded to the family guards at
the gate. Both men would conveniently forget that they saw him leave the
compound tonight, just like they would forget every other face that left the
confines of the Hyuuga household between now and dawn.
It
was Hiashi�s �game night� or whatever convenient lie the elders had cooked up
this year, so he was unlikely to be noticed missing from the compound.
He
rolled his shoulder and readjusted the strap. He�d used this bag for years, yet
tonight it seemed to sit all wrong. The added weight of the books caused it to
dig in and crease his soft lilac tunic. Plum
colored trousers and a fine chocolate leather belt and shoes completed the
civilian outfit.
It
was the only outfit he had other than his Hyuuga Jounin uniform and morning
clothing that could be worn outside of an actual festival. The Clan did not
expect him to have much cause to dress like the villagers. The lilac shirt and
plum pants had been a gift from Tenten and Lee for his twentieth birthday.
They�d hoped to encourage their teammate to pursue more social activities.
Sometimes
his team mates were the best people in the world.
Neji
noted the changes in temperature that indicated he was being tailed. He turned
to see his Uncle Hiori. If he was to declare a favourite in the Clan it would
be his Uncle Hiori. Hinata, still scared from the �shower incident� of her
youth, avoided Uncle Hiori at all costs, and Neji had long found that spending
time with his Uncle Hiori would keep the members of the main house at bay.
Hiori
tipped his head in greeting. �Neji-chan.�
And
hence the reason Neji wasn�t going to declare favourites. �Uncle, I�m 21.
Please do not use that suffix.�
Hiori
winked at Neji mischievously. �Alright Neji-kun. Heading out for �festival
night�?�
Neji
allowed himself a slight grin. Hiori was the funniest Hyuuga. He was like a
watered-down version of Naruto, only Hiori�s jokes tended to veer off into
perversion when he was alone with Neji.
�Yes.
You?�
�Carousing.�
Hiori smirked at Neji�s disdainful look. �Don�t scoff, Neji-chan, it�s a
wonderful skill. You should come with me sometime; I�ll teach you how to pick
up the ladies.�
�I
doubt I�d find such skills of much use.�
�You
never know, Neji, one day you might get to play the man in a seduction
mission.�
Neji
kicked out towards his uncle�s shin. He didn�t connect. Hiori was far too
skilled a Shinobi to be capture by a casual kick, but the action made Neji feel
better. �It was only the once, and only because Tenten is a ranged fighter.�
�That,
and Lee would be one ugly, ugly woman,� said Hiori.
Neji
shuddered at the image of Lee in a horrid green Lolita dress making eyes at a terrified
man. Gai in the same situation was unimaginable � his brain immediately covered
the image with a large black blob.
�I
am not feminine looking � no more so
than you, Uncle, since we share the same features.� Neji smirked in a manner
worthy of the Hyuuga name. �Did you ever have a seduction mission?�
Hiori
grinned in a manner most unworthy of a Hyuuga; mischievous and leering. �Neji,
my favourite nephew, seduction missions are the best kind of mission.�
Neji
shook his head at his Uncle�s antics. �Uncle, I�m your only nephew.�
The
nervous tension in his shoulders eased at little at the familiar, but highly
inappropriate, banter. His Uncle Hiashi seemed to know the best time to catch
Neji out � his Uncle Hiori always seemed to appear right before Neji snapped
from anger or tension.
It
was Hiori�s gift, the ability to see more in what his vision showed, to look
deeper than the surface image. Neji had been a Jounin before he realized that
it was Hiori, not Hiashi, who kept the branch house together, and kept
relations with the Main house from going sour.
Neji
smiled at his Uncle and took a moment to appreciate the good people in his life
� Hiori, Gai, Tenten, and yes, even Lee. They were the people who stood by him
even at his worst.
Neji�s
smile broadened. His Uncle might enjoy an evening of carousing, but he had far
more interesting things planned. �If you�ll excuse me Uncle, I�m a on a mission
of mischief myself.�

Hiori
laughed at Neji�s pun and waved him off. His nephew was all grown up and off to
seduce the villagers.
Days
like these, Hiori wished for nothing more than for Hizashi to be able to share
his grin. He tipped his face to the dusk-tinted sky and grinned. He was sure
Hizashi shared his amusement, even if he couldn�t see it.

Neji
gave in to the immature impulse to breathe against his own hand to check his
breath for halitosis. He smoothed a hand over impeccably-placed locks and
adjusted his traveling back over his shoulder.
He�d
planned everything to perfection. Neji would accept no less - and his ears were
still smarting and tinted red from Iruka�s lecture.
Everything
he needed was either in Shikamaru�s apartment or his back pack.
He
rapped lightly on Shikamaru�s door. If Shikamaru was waiting for him, it should
be answered immediately. It was. Neji smiled softly at Shikamaru�s carefully
casual slouch - it screamed nervousness.
He
motioned Neji into the apartment and closed the door behind him. Shikamaru
stepped forward, as if to kiss him in greeting, and then stopped. He shook his
head slightly and stepped away.
�Make
yourself at home.�
Neji
pulled Shikamaru to him and smiled as the younger man ducked his head shyly. �You
were going to kiss me just then, weren�t you?�
Shikamaru
gave a droll smile. �Thought about it. Wasn�t sure if that�s what, I mean ��.
He looked away.
Neji
dropped his bag on the floor beside himself. �Come here.�
He
circled the Nara with his arms and drew him against his body. Shikamaru�s leg
slid naturally into the slight gap between Neji�s, bring them into full contact
from thigh to shoulder. Neji glanced his lips over Shikamaru�s, feathery soft
caresses tempting Shikamaru to open his lips to Neji�s tongue.
His
submissive moaned softly as his lips parted. Neji slipped his tongue into the
silky embrace of Shikamaru�s mouth. Their noses brushed against one another as
Neji explored, and Shikamaru�s arms tightened around Neji�s ribs as Neji nipped
gently at Shikamaru�s lower lip. Neji broke the kiss to rest his forehead
against Shikamaru�s.
Neji
enjoyed the warmth that seeped through their clothes and the gentle caress of
Shikamaru�s breath over his chin. Shikamaru tapped his forehead to Neji lightly
before shifting to rest his head against Neji�s shoulder. Neji dropped one arm
to Shikamaru�s waist and smoothed the other up the middle of his back and into
his hair, pulling the hair tie out to cloak Shikamaru�s head and neck with the
rich, dark locks.
Shikamaru
shifted slightly in his embrace. He nuzzled at Neji�s shoulder like a kitten
searching for more pettings. Warmth spread through Neji�s chest and over his
body, a small smile touching his lips at the comparison.
Not
many would ever see Konoha�s War Leader as cute, but to Neji, it was as addictive
as sunlight to a flower.
He
enjoyed the earthy, cinnamon-tinged scent of his submissive, loose and relaxed
against him. He dropped soft kisses over the tanned skin of Shikamaru�s neck
and drew the pierced lobe into his mouth, enjoying the contrast of cool metal
and warm skin.
Neji
worried the earring between his lips, enjoying the hitch in Shikamaru�s breath,
and the reflexive grip on his arms as he ran his tongue around the lobe. He
continued to worship along Shikamaru�s neck, and down to the junction of his
shoulder where he bit gently. He gentled the kisses and trailed them back up
Shikamaru�s neck and completed his circuit with a chaste kiss on the lips.
Neji
rested his head on Shikamaru�s shoulder, a twin of his submissive action until Shikamaru
shifted from one foot to another and his finger tapped an irregular rhythm
against Neji�s waist. He lifted his head from Neji�s shoulder and traced the
line of Neji�s jaw with sedate eyes. Their gazes met and Shikamaru ducked his
head shyly once more.
�Well,
this is uncomfortable,� Shikamaru said, a small smile working into the corners
of his mouth.
Neji
smiled back. �The hug? I hope not. I�m looking forward to hugging and kissing
you quite a bit.�
The
small, shy smile broadened into a smirk. �Glad you�ve kept your sense of humour,
Neji. Otherwise this would be dull.�
Neji
kissed the pretty lips briefly. �Glad to be of service.�
Neji
hugged Shikamaru closer for a moment and then released him. He walked over to the
side tabled that traversed the back of Shikamaru�s lounge and rested his
traveling back on the polished wooden surface.
He
opened the draw string on his traveling bag. Shikamaru followed him to the side
table and curled his head forward like an inquisitive kitten, curious to see
what playthings were contained in the cream-coloured canvas bag. I wonder if he likes cream too.
Neji
smiled at his submissive. Curiosity was a powerful tool for Neji � if he
couldn�t get Shikamaru to stop thinking altogether, he could at least distract
him with shiny things.
Neji
handed Shikamaru a dark purple silk pouch with a black cord draw sting at the
top. Shikamaru accepted the pouch, throwing it up and catching it a few times
to test the weight.
�Heavy.
What is it?�
�Think
of it as a tool. Something above and beyond a safe word. If at the end of a
�scene�, you feel that I have been a particularly good as your Dominant, you
give me one of these disks.� Neji opened the draw string and withdrew a flat
wooden disk. On one side of the blond wood there was a stylized icon of a small
deer antler, which he showed to Shikamaru before flipping it over to show him
the stylized icon of a bird on the other.
�These
are for us. If you give me one, I can trade it back to you. I will use it if
there�s something I want that you are uncomfortable with but did not list as
�Never� on the contract, or if I want you to talk to me about something that
makes you uncomfortable.�
Shikamaru
pursed his lips. �I seem to recall a certain Jounin Sensei doing something like
this with his student ��
�Yes.�
Neji laughed. �And wasn�t I surprised when I found out where he got the idea.�
�You
don�t find it a little creepy to use the same technique?�
Neji
shrugged. �It worked really well with Gai-sensei. I don�t see why it wouldn�t
work with us. Remember, if you give me a disk, I can use it later, but not
anything you�ve listed as �Never� on the contract. OK?�
Shikamaru
walked around the couch and sat down. His rested his elbows on his knees and
steepled his fingers in front of his face, dark eyes intent. Neji waited
patiently for his submissive to consider the idea, his thumb following the
indentation of the antler over the polished wooden surface of the token.
�Can
I look at the contract again?�
�Of
course. You should take a copy of it.� Neji took the contract out of his bag
and passed it over Shikamaru�s shoulder. Shikamaru�s head turned to the side
when the scroll passed the side of his head, his head jumping back slightly in
surprise at its sudden appearance. He reached up and took the pristine scroll
from Neji.
�You
will also need to pick safe words. You should pick one for stopping whatever we
are doing at the time, and one for stopping the whole �scene�.�
Shikamaru
grunted softly in reply as he unfurled the scroll and scanned the contents. He
looked back at Neji. �Nothing marked �Never�?�
Neji
nodded. �I have no intention of making you do anything against your will � but
there could be times, like in the Hokage tower, when you find it difficult.
These tokens are for those times, to give you something extra. An exchange
rather than a direct order.�
Dark
locks caressed Shikamaru�s jaw line as he nodded his head. He pondered the
contract for a few moments and then rolled it back up. He tossed it back over
his shoulder to Neji. �OK.�
�Good.
Have you decided on your safe words?�
Shikamaru
shrugged. �Yes�.
�Your
safe word should be something that is unlikely to be used during sexual intercourse
or anything associated with an emotion or colour.�
�I
know. I read the books too.�
�Good.
Have you selected your words?�
�Windmill
to end the �scene� and Plough to stop what we�re doing.�
�Plough
is not good � pick something else.�
�What�s
wrong with Plough?�
�It�s
a sexual position.�
Shikamaru
furrowed his brow. �Position? Eh, troublesome. Another word? Farmer. How�s
that?�
Neji
nodded. �They should work � I reserve the right to change them later if they
don�t work out.�
�Fair
enough.�
Neji
joined Shikamaru on the couch, positioning himself next to the dark-eyed man.
He rested his left thigh against Shikamaru�s right, deliberately encroaching on
his personal space. Shikamaru looked at Neji quickly, noted the contact, and returned
to reading the contract.
Neji
brushed his fingers over Shikamaru�s shoulder and across the back of his neck,
pausing to play with the soft locks, and threading his fingers through them. He
kept his touches light, casual, and deliberate.
Shikamaru
didn�t seem to notice the gentle touches over his shoulders, neck and head. His
eyes scanned the contract, which had only been out of his possession for a few
days, like it was a complicated foreign relations brief.
He
rolled the contract up after a few moments and leant forward to deposit it on
the low, wooden coffee table in front of his couch. Neji took advantage of the stretched
posture and massaged his hand down the muscles brought into relief by the
extended arm.
Shikamaru�s
breath hitched as Neji ran a firm hand up his back and rubbed the lines of
tension in his neck. Neji continued his massage up Shikamaru�s neck, and into
the base of his skull, tangling in his rich hair. Shikamaru rested his forearms
against his thighs as his upper back and neck loosened under Neji�s firm touch.
�We�re
going to do a scene now, Shikamaru. Are you sure you wish to proceed?�
Shikamaru�s
heavy breath sounded too loud to Neji in the silence that followed his
question. Neji continued the massage of his submissive�s scalp, feeling his
response in the subtle droop of the younger man�s head.
�I�m
sure.�
�Before
we begin, we need to discuss why you have put anal intercourse as �most
unlikely�?�
�Because
it is. I won�t say �Never�. �Never� is a long time.�
�You
understand that if you give me a token, I can trade it back to you for anal
intercourse?�
Shikamaru
shoulders tensed. Neji tutted at the reversal of his work and brought both
hands up to work the tension away. He put an arm around Shikamaru�s waist and
used the leverage to twist Shikamaru around and give him unrestricted access to
the taut muscles.
Shikamaru
shook off his hands and returned to his earlier pose, forearms to thighs, this
time with his fingers steepled together over his forehead, cradling his head
like it had suddenly turned to lead and was too heavy to be borne by his neck
alone.
�What?
What is it? You don�t want me to fuck you but you respond best when I say I
will. Do you want me to fuck you?�
Shikamaru
muttered something unintelligible. He pushed Neji away with his thighs and made
a move to get off the couch.
Neji
growled low in his throat and shot out his hand to the base of Shikamaru�s
head. He gripped the hair by the roots and forced Shikamaru�s face to meet his
own.
�What.
Did. You. Say?�
Shikamaru
averted his eyes. �Fuck. The word.�
Neji
raised a cultured brow.
Shikamaru
refused to look at him, a blush slowly darkening his cheeks.
Word?
Neji�s
brain finally caught up. He lent down over his lover, drawing his lips close to
the Nara�s ear.
�Fuck,�
he growled.
Shikamaru
moaned with closed lips, trying to keep the sound in. Neji smirked. �Any other
words?�
Shikamaru
tried to shake his head, but couldn�t, held still by Neji�s grip in his hair.
�No,
no other words, or no, you don�t know?�
�Don�t
know,� he muttered.
�Phrases?�
Shikamaru
shrugged, having learned from the attempt to shake his head.
�We�ll
see.�
Neji
suspected that it was more than just the word fuck.
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