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Chapter List
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China
and Japan were awesome.
Oh yeah,
and I�m pregnant and have 9 weeks to my wedding. I�ll try to stick to weekly
update, but they may change to fortnightly until after wedding.
We
now return you to your regular update. The next chapter should be up around 8
Feb. Its in progress as we speak.
Oh,
and thank marley_station/Prism0467 for gently reminding me to get my act into
gear and get the next chapter out.
On
with the show.

Neji
settled back into the plush cushions of the back of the couch and circled his
free arm about Shikamaru�s waist. After some maneuvering, he was able to make
himself comfortable on the cushions and draw Shikamaru into his lap without
releasing his hold of Shikamaru�s head.
�Tell
me what you fantasized about that first night, after I left. Did you think
about me?�
Shikamaru
moaned and tried to squirm out of Neji�s grip. Neji pulled Shikamaru back into
his lap and pressed the younger man more firmly to his cock as he navigated the
ties on Shikamaru�s pants.
�You
thought about me, didn�t you?�
Shikamaru�s
back arched sharply; his head almost collided with Neji�s nose as he fought Neji�s
grip.
�You
want me to stop? Say it. Say your safe word and it stops.� Neji paused.
Shikamaru�s gasps echoed off the barren walls of his living room. �No?�
Neji
grappled Shikamaru�s shoulder, one arm now firmly pinning the Nara to his chest, diagonally from his left
side to his right shoulder while the other gripped Shikamaru�s right thigh.
Shikamaru was pinned to both Neji�s groin and his chest.
�Do
you want me to stop?�
Shikamaru
shook his head mutely.
�We
haven�t even started yet, and you�ve already tried to push me away. No more
chances Shikamaru. From here onward, you will have to say your safe words to
end what I�m doing, or end the scene.�
Neji
adjusted Shikamaru�s head to his shoulder so he would have full access to his
neck and mouth. Neji licked softly at Shikamaru�s lips until they parted. He
slipped his tongue into Shikamaru�s mouth as he loosened his grip on
Shikamaru�s head and plunged his fingers back into the dark tresses.
�You
have such pretty lips, Shikamaru. Do you know that? When I kiss you, they flush
with blood and turn such a pretty crimson colour.�
He
fingers pressed at the sensitive spots on Shikamaru�s scalp � behind his ear,
at the base of his no-longer-there pony tail, and at the base of his skull �
until the younger man�s arms lost their tension and his body molded to the
planes Neji�s chest.
Neji
released his submissive�s lips and pressed a line of kisses down the warm,
tanned skin of his neck.
�Did
you think about me that first night?� he prompted.
Shikamaru
opened his mouth to speak, paused, and moaned instead. He thrust backwards
against Neji�s cock, rubbing his pert ass over the rigid arousal.
Neji
tightened his grip on Shikamaru slowly, like a python coiling around its
victim. Shikamaru tried to wiggle free but Neji�s grip was insistent, incessant,
and forced him still.
His
lips gently caressed Shikamaru�s ear, a sharp contrast to his firm grip. �Did
you?� he murmured across the shell of Shikamaru�s ear.
He
nibbled on Shikamaru�s earring like he had all the patience in the world, like
the erection pressing so hotly to Shikamaru had no effect on his will.
Shikamaru
turned his head away from Neji. The beautiful blush stained his cheeks and
spread down his neck.
�Yes,�
he whispered. Neji could see a single tear form a path down Shikamaru�s cheek.
It formed a forlorn drop on Shikamaru�s chin. Neji captured it with his tongue.
He traced its path back to Shikamaru�s temple with his lips and tongue.
�Did
you imagine me in your room with you?�
�Yes.�
�Naked?�
�Yes.�
Shikamaru struggled against his arm. �Yes. Neji, please.� He slurred out his
words with a suppressed whimper.
�Cat
got you tongue, Shikamaru? What a waste. Shall I guess then?�
Neji�s
hand left Shikamaru�s hair and followed his side until it reached his hip. He
shifted his hands to rest a palm flat on Shikamaru�s thigh, his thumb stroking
softly on stretch of skin peeking over the edge of Shikamaru�s pants, where the
soft skin of his abdomen met the hard curve of his hipbone.
�Did you
think about us together? About me touching you?�
�Yes.�
Neji
slipped his tongue into Shikamaru�s mouth as he shifted his hand from
Shikamaru�s thigh to his fly. His deft hands undid the clasps and button, and released
Shikamaru�s cock from this underwear, poking it though the open fly. Shikamaru
looked down at his display and shuddered.
�Did
you imagine my hand on you, touching your cock? Did I touch you here?�
Neji�s
hand caressed his thigh, inches from his hard cock peaking out of his pants.
His extended his long, elegant fingers danced along the dent that formed
between the large muscles on Shikamaru�s outer thigh from his hip to the knee,
then firmed to stroke an open palm half way up the inside of Shikamaru�s thigh.
The
skin on the inside of Shikamaru�s thigh was softer; even through the pants it
was sensitive to the pull of Neji�s palm against the rough material. Shikamaru whimpered
at the contrasts on his skin � firm forearm pinning him to Neji�s chest, soft
fingers down the outside of his thigh and then the rough but soothing feel of
Neji�s palm against his inner thigh.
Halfway
to the Shikamaru�s fly Neji cut across the hard muscle on top of this thigh and
resumed his tormenting soft glide of fingers up to his hip. At the hip, they
traced their gliding path down the outside of Shikamaru�s thigh, gracing the
knee briefly before a insistent palm dragged three quarters of the way to his
groin, only to shift back to the top and glide back to his hip.
Shikamaru
whimpered again, and bucked his hips to get Neji�s hand closer to his cock.
�Neji,
please.�
Neji
smiled in the curve of Shikamaru�s neck and bit gently on his favourite spot,
just at the junction of neck and shoulder where the tendons in Shikamaru�s neck
met the fleshy patch of muscle from the shoulder.
�Please
what?�
Shikamaru
grunted softly in irritation. �Touch me.�
�Touch
you where?� Neji smirked, hidden in Shikamaru�s freed hair.
His
submissive whined inelegantly and resisted Neji�s grip. �Touch my � Neji,
please, touch my c- cock.�
He
brushed delicate fingers up the underside of Shikamaru�s cock, lightly.
�Like
that?�
Shikamaru
groaned at the contact. �Yes. More. Neji,
please.�
�As
you wish.�
Neji
circled his index and middle fingers around the head of Shikamaru�s cock and
met them with his thumb. He kissed along Shikamaru�s neck as he gripped the
underneath the head and pulled upwards.
�Like
this, Shikamaru?�
Shikamaru
moaned, his chest arching against Neji�s forearm as he thrust his cock into the
tight circle of Neji�s fingers. �Yes.�
Neji
pulled the head of Shikamaru�s cock through his fingers and set a tauntingly
slow pace, enough to bring him close, but not enough to push him over the edge.
Shikamaru closed his eyes and released his breath in fast, short pants. He
turned his head to nuzzle Neji�s right shoulder.
Neji
used his full fist to complete one downward stroke of Shikamaru�s cock.� At the base he opened his hand and slipped it
between Shikamaru�s thighs to capture his balls and roll them in his palm.
�Oh
fuck. Neji. Please.�
�Eager
little slut, aren�t you?�
Shikamaru
tilted his head up. A slow, sexy smile curved along his lips and extended into
a pout. �Neji-sama, please let me suck your cock.�
Oh fuck, thought
Neji, the things I wouldn�t do for that
mouth.
�You�re
adept at manipulation, aren�t you, Shikamaru?�
Shikamaru�s
eyes narrowed subtly.
�You
think that asking me prettily will make me give in? Is that what you did to
Genma? Shower him with pretty words? Dirty little slut. How did you learn to
tempt men so?�
Neji
curled his fingers around Shikamaru�s jaw; his palm flat under Shikamaru�s chin
and the webbing resting just over the fleshy point under his lips.
�Your
pretty little mouth spilling out praise and promise? How could any red blooded
male refuse such a tempting offer?�
Neji
smiled. It was not kind. It was harsh. Shikamaru would need to understand who
was in control, here, now. He needed to be reminded of it before he got ideas
about being in charge.
�I
am a noble, Shikamaru. Blue blood. You�re slutty little promises won�t work on
me. Unlike Genma, I have self control.�
Shikamaru�s
eyes darted to and fro. Neji could feel the quickening in Shikamaru�s heartbeat
against his forearm like the younger man�s chest had become a cage for his
wildly beating heart.
�Though
you do look ever so hot when you let such filthy pleas fall from your pretty
lips.�
Shikamaru resisted, struggling
against the arm pinning him to Neji�s chest. His neck stiffened against the
palm over his chin, pushing forward erratically.
�You�re
a little slut, aren�t you Shikamaru? A dirty, naughty little slut who thinks he
can outsmart anyone, anywhere, anytime.�
The
struggling ceased as a smirk flashed across Shikamaru�s face. A wicked curl of
the lips - the kind of smirk that graced the face of evil men, the first step
to using and abusing those around you. It was brief, but horrid.
There, thought
Neji, that was it, the look of disdain,
the look that says you don�t believe that anyone could outsmart you.
I have no intention
of outsmarting you Shikamaru. I�m going to own you.
Neji
raised an elegant brow. �Did you expect me to be fooled by your pretty words?�
He
released Shikamaru.
�Stand
up.�
He
stood between Neji�s legs. Shikamaru�s eyes flirted with Neji, his crotch, the
couch, the room, everything. Judging, measuring. What is it, his eyes screamed, something
changed; what was it?
Step
one of Neji�s plan. Confusion. A confused opponent reacted erratically. That
gave Neji the advantage.
Shikamaru�s
confusion was palpable.
�Strip.�
The
edge was back. The blade of indecision had returned. Neji could feel the press
of its sharp point at the centre of his forehead. Right where the cursed seal
rested. This was Neji�s first opponent. The precipice on which they both stood.
Shikamaru�s fear.
It
was well hidden. Neji doubted that Genma, or any of Shikamaru�s �lovers� had
ever touched upon it. Fear was Shikamaru�s burden. Fear kept Shikamaru back.
Fear ate at him. Neji knew that kind of fear.
Neji
looked on, impassive in the face of Shikamaru�s indecision. His eyes held no
hint of impatience. His body remained relaxed against the plush cushions of the
couch.� The moment stretched and Neji was
once again counting his life in heartbeats.
Shikamaru
blinked. His pretty face was marred by the lines etching into his brow.
Neji
watched his shifting expressions impassively. Shikamaru would choose to accept
his authority, or he would end it. There was nothing Neji could do now to
prompt it, or stop it. It was entirely up to Shikamaru.
Shikamaru
looked behind himself. His eyes scanned the room, the couch, and Neji�s
clothes. Something had to be there.
But there
wasn�t. There was nothing to guide him now. There was no outside influence, no
puzzle to be solved. Either he accepted, or he didn�t.
Shikamaru stamped
his foot in frustration and glared at Neji. �You still have all your clothes on.�
He�s stalling for time. Trying to regroup to
figure it out.
Neji
raised a cultured brow at the tantrum. His face remained impassive but his
hands curled into the fabric of his pants, belying his patient expression.
�Yes, I do.�
�Take them
off,� said Shikamaru, bordering on a whine.
�Are you
giving me an order, Shikamaru?� he growled.
Shikamaru
made an impatient noise. Here, he had a choice. He could cave, and ask for what
he wanted like Neji had been prompting him to the whole time, or he could
continue to pretend.
Tough
choices. Neji wasn�t going to make it easy for him. Unlike Genma, Neji wasn�t
going to give in. It both comforted him and frustrated him. Neji was offering
him what he craved, but making him choose it for himself.
Neji
smoothed the rumples in is pant with elegant fingers, removing the traces of
his frustrations. His face remained a mask of Hyuuga trained composure.
Elegant, cultured and impassive, he bore down on Shikamaru�s indecision with
his composure.
�Safe
word or obey, Shikamaru. This will end here and now if you do not choose.�
Shikamaru
whimpered. His eyes blinked rapidly as tears formed in their corners. The blush
was back; hot against his cheeks, his neck, all the way down to his shoulders.
His chin fell to his chest as his whimpers turned to sobs.
Slowly
Shikamaru reached for the bottom edge of his shirt. His arms crossed as he
lifted it over his head. His toned chest and subtly sculpted abdomen was
displayed tantalizingly through his fishnet shirt.
Neji
watched with hungry eyes as Shikamaru moved to his pants.
He
didn�t enjoy the tears. They were a necessary by-product of the process. This
was Neji�s second opponent � shame. Shikamaru had to accept his own needs. In
the privacy of his own home, with Neji as witness, Shikamaru needed to accept
that it is his desires, his needs, that brought them together.
Even
if it took the last drop of Neji�s patience to do it.
Shikamaru
stripped the remainder of his clothes and stood in front of Neji. His arms
curled awkwardly at his sides, like he was fighting the instinct to cover
himself with the awkwardly skewed limbs. His sobs had quieted but not left him,
the rhythmic catches of his breath intercepted by whimpers.
Neji
stood. Shikamaru skittered backwards only to be brought up short by the coffee
table. He refused to look at Neji. His head hung from his shoulders like a man
facing the death penalty.
�Do
you remember your safe word?�
No
response. Neji lifted a gentle hand to Shikamaru�s cheek. �Shhh. Shikamaru, I
need you to listen.�
Fuck, I hope I
haven�t gone too far, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Shikamaru
remained curled in on himself, quietly sobbing.
�Shikamaru.
You need to listen. What is your safe word?�
�Windmill.�
�Do
you want to use your safe word?� Do you
want to stop?�
�Neji.�
�Shikamaru looked up at him, eyes torn
between nervousness and hope. �Neji-sensei.�
�Shikamaru,
do you want to stop?�
�I
want what Neji-sensei wants.�
�Shhhh;
Shika-kun, Shh. It�s alright. I�m not angry with you.�
Bless the books,
bless the books, bless the books, I love Iruka-shishou, bless the books, bless
the books.
Neji hugged Shikamaru
to his chest gently as he softly caressed the distraught man�s hair. He shifted
backwards until his calves connected with couch. Neji tucked the silky strands
of Shikamaru�s hair behind his right ear, noting the dewy feel of the skin
under the heavy locks.
It
wasn�t easy for him.
�It�s
alright, I�m here with you,� whispered Neji. The room had become silent save
for their breathing and the softly uttered encouragement. It was like visiting
a shrine--quiet, laden with feeling and individual reflection.
Shikamaru�s
head fell forward on Neji�s shoulder. His bare throat was laid vulnerable to
Neji�s mouth. An animalistic sign of submission.
�Please.
I want -, I need -, Neji-sensei.�
Neji
smiled into the crook between Shikamaru�s shoulder and neck. Excellent.
�You�ve
done very well.� Neji kissed Shikamaru�s temple as the shuddering man buried
his face closer to the warmth of Neji�s body. �You�ve decided to trust me to
look after you. That makes me very happy.�
Shikamaru took
several deep breaths as Neji�s fingers glided over the hills and valleys of his
curved spine.
�Undress
me.�
Shikamaru
pulled his head back but remained in Neji�s embrace. His eyes were wide with
surprise. �You don�t want to stop?� he asked.
Neji
smiled with no trace of strictness. �I have you naked, obedient and in my arms.
Now is not the time to stop, my beautiful Shika-kun, now is the time for you to
undress me so I can feel your skin on mine.�
Fresh
tears formed but were suppressed. �Yes, Neji-sensei.�
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