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Seaswept
By : Daydreamer79
Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes
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Chapter List
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AN: This is a side story, written in conjunction with Seaswept. It's completely optional but I think it is good support to Seaswept.

"Captain Jiraiya?"
Intense blue eyes turned to the voice and a hand was removed from beneath the skirt of the wench seated on his lap. "What has Pein done now?"
Shikamaru blinked slowly. "Captain, there is still an issue with the Cloud that needs resolving."
"Tsunade…why did you leave me?" Jiraiya shoved the wench from his lap and heaved his heavy and muscular body to his feet. "What's the problem, lad?"
"There is a prisoner being kept in the hold."
Jiraiya frowned noticeably. "Still?"
"Aye, sir." Shikamaru shivered under the stern gaze. "I…was hoping Pein would recover his facilities and decide his fate or at least officially turn him over to you."
Jiraiya shook his head, causing long white locks to fall free from the loose queue. "And I thought you were the smart one."
Shikamaru's face flushed in embarrassment. He had assigned Deidara to ensuring the Hyuuga prisoner was adequately fed and watered. Foisting the task assigned him by his captain onto another was done for a very particular reason. Those pearly glazed eyes of Neji Hyuuga caused uncomfortable shivers to dance up his spine. They as unreadable as a blind man's eyes, yet he knew with certainty they could see perfectly. He did not like being unable to read a man's eyes.
If not for a random thought occurring in the back of his mind while he sat playing a round of dice with some of the lads, he would have likely never thought bring the issue up. Over a fortnight had passed and still there was no sign of Pein recovering enough to take on the responsibilities of a ship. It was rare for the crew of the Crimson Cloud to spend two weeks on land with no idea when they would set sail again. Though the captain was quick to return home once business was finished, the pull of the sea once more had the lads sailing out with only a moment's rest on shore. From the look of the captain's current state, it would be quite a while before he was capable of captaining the Cloud. Shikamaru's only other option was to garner advice from Kisame, who then ordered him to seek out the advice of Jiraiya.
"Take me to him." Jiraiya shook his head again and clomped from the tavern, an annoyed expression played across his face at his carousing being interrupted. "Konan's death is becoming quite a bit more annoying than I anticipated."
Shikamaru agreed with the statement. He wanted to return to the sea. The draw of the ocean was strong and being trapped on land created longing to once more feel the spray of seawater and the sway of the boat. The clouds always seemed fuller and fluffier from the top of the crow's nest.
They traveled along the road and down to the dock where the Cloud was being repaired by several of Jiraiya's trusted carpenters. The rigging was being restrung and the sails were replaced with freshly sewn material. Even the name blazed upon the aft of the ship was receiving a fresh coat of crimson paint.
Jiraiya ignored the calls from the workers and hunched down to head below deck with Shikamaru trailing behind him. His features grew fierce as the smell of urine and feces wafted into their faces. Below deck always held an odor but never this powerful.
The odor caused Shikamaru to gag slightly and bring the edge of his shirt over his nose. The sight greeting him was not what he expected. It was not more of the stubbornly fierce features or intense glares always directed towards him whenever he came below. Instead only the sound of weak, ragged breathing and fever glazed eyes met his gaze.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph."
Jiraiya snatched the key from the hook near the door and immediately opened the cell. Bloody scabs lined Hyuuga's wrists as the manacles were removed. There was not a trace of food or a drop of water in the basin. Only a full waste bucket displayed evidence of Deidara's neglect.
"Fucking Hell!" Jiraiya's large frame lifted the man into his arms like a child. He said nothing to Shikamaru as he passed by him but the stiffness of his body spoke loudly enough that he knew to follow least he be punished for the state the Hyuuga man was in.
Shikamaru had never seen Jiraiya so furious. His normally ruddy cheeks were flaring red and his body moved stiffly as he carried the man onto the deck.
"Get me some fucking water."
The carpenters working topside rushed to obey the command. They might not sail with Jiraiya, but he was the ruler of this little island. Unless they wanted to end up at the end of his pistol, they would do anything he requested to stay in his good graces.
A water skin was pressed into Jiraiya's hand. He took the bladder and squeezed a small dribble of water over pale, cracked lips. For a long instant, there was no response. Then, long lashes fluttered up and the cracked lips parted to allow more of the water to flow inside. A slender hand lifted and latched onto Jiraiya's wrist to bring the skin closer.
"Who is responsible for this?"
Shikamaru stiffened. Instinct told him to blame this on Deidara. It was Deidara whom he placed the chore of dealing with Neji Hyuuga. He wanted to foist the blame on another as easily as he had the chore of tending to Hyuuga, but could not. It was his job, given him by his captain. Even if he assigned others to the task, it was ultimately on his head to take responsibility for those he chose to place the task upon.
"I am."
Jiraiya grunted and pulled the water from Neji. "I expected more from you, Shikamaru. I trained you myself before placing you with Pein."
"I understand."
"You don't understand!" Jiraiya's eyes flared. "Never has a prisoner been treated in such a fashion by any man under my command…and that includes your captain. How could you allow this to happen?"
A fresh wash of shame spread through Shikamaru, settling like nausea in his stomach. "I turned over the duties to another when we arrived in port…but I take full responsibility."
"You're fucking right you do." Jiraiya lifted Neji into his arms once more and carried him towards one of the workmen's carts. He immediately barked orders at the carpenters, and they began to remove the remaining equipment from the cart.
"Don't just stand there. Get your ass up here and help me settle him."
Shikamaru jerked from his thoughts at the shout and rushed onto the cart. He helped adjust the rough blanket and pulled Neji onto it with the help of one of the carpenters. He cringed at the smell coming from him and the scabs encircling his wrists. In the light of day, he looked twice as horrendous as he had in the hold. His thick hair was matted and oily with grime. This was not the overconfident man with fierce eyes he'd seen the day the ship pulled into port.
Shikamaru moved to hop from the cart once Neji was settled when a hand shot out and latched onto his wrist. Words he could not understand spilled forth from cracked lips. Those strange pale eyes stared wildly at him and he understood. Neji thought him someone other than himself.
Unable to move away from the wild, fevered stare of those unusual eyes, he settled beside Neji on the pallet and nodded to Jiraiya. He would stay. The guilt was upon him to ensure this man received care. His hand pulled free the bony fingers and wrapped their hands together. He had seen with his own eyes just how deadly Hyuuga hands could be, but these hands looked thin, dirty, and brittle.
The ride to Jiraiya's home was short. In only a matter of minutes, the cart was pulling to a stop before the massive mansion. Naruto, boisterous as ever, bolted from the front and stared into the back of the cart with wide, curious blue eyes.
"Who is he? What happened to him?" rattled off Naruto.
Shikamaru did not know how to answer, and Jiraiya only grunted. "Go inside, boy, and have one of the guest bedrooms prepared."
Naruto paled visibly at Jiraiya's harsh tone and rushed into the house while shouting for one of the servants. His slim body moved quickly and soon he was disappearing through the open door.
Shikamaru moved to remove his wrist from the capturing fingers. As he begain to loosen the grasp, Neji's fingers tightened and the pale eyes went wide. Panic set in almost instantly and Shikamaru shot a look towards Jiraiya's grim face.
Jiraiya scooped Neji in his arms once more and carried him towards the house despite his weak struggles to remain with Shikamaru. His wide eyes searched and found Shikamaru's gaze and more mumbled gibberish spouted from his lips.
Jiraiya paused halfway up the steps. "Coming?"
Shikamaru started and rushed towards where Jiraiya still stood. "Aye, captain."
"I recognize this Hyuuga," growled Jiraiya as they walked towards the curving staircase encompassing the foyer. "This lad has noble blood in him."
Eyes wide, Shikamaru stared at the slumped body cradled in Jiraiya's arms. "Noble?"
"Hyuugas were a noble clan in the east until a few generations back. They fled their home and took up residence in secret. I don't know their specific reasons but I swore an oath to keep the location of their home secret. Trade with them was more than profitable enough to keep their home a secret." Jiraiya paused and turned angry eyes to Shikamaru. "Tell me, why your crew has broken that trust and imprisoned one of them?"
"He attacked the ship," argued Shikamaru. "His being a Hyuuga is the only reason the captain didn't kill him where he stood. We were bringing him back for you to decide his fate."
Jiraiya grunted and walked towards the room Naruto stood at. "Foolish boy. Why would he attack the ship?"
"It was a suicide attack. The men attacking were barely competent to hold a weapon, much less use it. He was the only dangerous one among them. There was a look in their eyes that spoke volumes. They planned to die."
Jiraiya's eyes narrowed as he lowered Neji to the bed. "They were Hyuugas?"
"If you mean did they have those strange eyes, no. Fishermen and villagers according to him." Shikamaru nodded in Neji's direction. "He stood out from them."
Jiraiya folded his arms over his chest and turned to Shikamaru. "I'll have Naruto bring up some clean water. Clean up this man while I send for Dan."
Shikamaru winced and settled beside Neji. His startling eyes were closed, dark sooty lashes laying against shadowed flesh. The sharp bones in his cheeks were even more prominent and the skin a sallow, sickly color. He looked to be on his deathbed, and Shikamaru feared Dan's arrival would come too late.
"I've got some water."
He turned to see the towheaded boy struggling with a large pitcher of water. His skinny arms lifted the container and began pouring the crystalline water into a basin on the bedside table. He was Naruto, Jiraiya's grandson and likely his heir once he came of age. From what little Shikamaru knew of him, he was a good-hearted boy.
"He looks thirsty," commented Naruto when he finished his chore. "Should we give him some to drink?"
Shikamaru extracted a knife from his pocket. "No. We should wait until Dan arrives. It might make him sick."
His nose wrinkled as he cut away the soiled garments. They were mostly worthless and stunk heavily of urine, sweat, and sickness. Cutting them away was the easier task than attempting to salvage them.
He wasn't surprised at the lean muscle revealed. The bones of his ribcage were slightly more prominent than was healthy and his stomach was sunken in, but the lack of nutrition could not hide the powerful, lean build. Even had his body not been unclothed, seeing the way he moved when facing Pein was evidence enough of how dangerous of a man he was.
Shikamaru dipped a cloth in the water and began wiping away the grime from his face. He could see the beginnings of worry lines at the edges of his closed eyes and in the turned down nature of his lips. He was careful of the cracked flesh as he moved the cloth downward, washing an elegant neck and broad shoulders.
A pristine and unmarked body was revealed as inch after inch of the flesh was cleansed of grime. As a fighter, he expected to see marks of training, but instead was greeted by nothing but perfect skin. The only blemishes were the marks made by the shackles binding his wrists.
As he continued to wash, he found himself blushing upon reaching the lower half of the body. An average sized cock lay partially concealed by foreskin against a bed of dark curls. The flesh was just as pale as the remainder of his body, and just as elegant. Shikamaru made quick work of cleaning that area, and then moved towards the legs and feet. He was just finishing up the task when Jiraiya entered with Dan.
"Fuck me," hissed Dan through his teeth. "What happened, Shikamaru?"
"I turned the care of him over to Deidara." Having to repeat his shame time and again was a harsher punishment than anything Jiraiya could place on him.
Dan sent Shikamaru a withering gaze. It was well known that aboard the ship, Deidara was as reliable as the next person. Not being so could have Pein breathing down his neck with a pistol aimed at his head. On land, the rules governing them were lax, especially so for Deidara.
Shikamaru clenched his hands into fists at his side. He had known reassigning the care of their prisoner was a mistake, but the startling look of those pale eyes decreased his normal intelligence. All he could think of was staying as far away as he could.
"He's dehydrated and malnourished. I'm less worried about the malnourishment. It's easier to die from dehydration." Dan lifted a limp wrist to count his pulse. "Two weeks without water should have killed him."
"He could have conserved his water."
Dan leaned forward and sniffed Neji's lips and neck. "Or drink piss."
Shikamaru gagged. It was well known among sailors that should one find themselves without water, urine could be used temporarily to stave off dehydration. He had never been in such straits requiring him to do so, but the tales from old sailors spoke of times lost at sea with limited previsions.
"Smart lad." Dan stood from the bed. "It probably saved his life."
Jiraiya entered the room with a scowl. "Well?"
"Give him fluids. Keep his food bland and light. Broths with maybe a little bit of bread crumbled in it. The rest is up to his body."
"And the fever?"
Dan shrugged and withdrew a package from his bag. "I'll leave some willow tree bark for tea, otherwise, wash him down with cool water and keep giving him fluids. That's all we can do. The rest is up to God."
"He's your responsibility, Shikamaru." Jiraiya turned and exited the room. "I'll have the maid bring up some food. If he dies, it's on your hands. Come, Naruto. It's time for your lessons."
"They're boring."
"None of that or I'll take a strap to your hide."
Naruto snorted as if knowing an empty threat when he heard one, but followed Jiraiya from the room. Dan accompanied them, leaving Shikamaru alone to nurse the sick Hyuuga back to health.
Shikamaru's gaze slid to where Neji remained unmoving. If not for the slight movement of his chest with each breath, and the feverish flush to his cheeks, he might have thought him dead. It brought on another clenching in the pit of his stomach and he feared he might vomit from the bile rising in his throat and burning his nostrils.
The voices grew distant as they left him alone with his charge. In the corner of his vision, he saw the house maid bring in a large pitcher of fresh water and pour the foul, soiled water from the basin. She gave a small curtsey and exited the room.
His hand pressed to the dry flesh of Neji's brow. Heat radiated upward, causing Shikamaru to wince. The fever was burning hard and ravishing his weak body.
Shikamaru snatched his hand from the body and took the pitcher of water in hand, filling a glass. With as much care as he could, he pressed the glass to Neji's lips but the water dribbled out as he remained unconscious. So deep was the fever and his sickness that he couldn't respond even to the presence of water.
"Fuck." Shikamaru wiped at the water. Barely any made it through his lips.
Tapping his fingers together and staring at Neji, an idea sparked in his mind. He brought the glass to his lips and took in a mouthful. Lowering his lips, he pressed Neji's jaw open with his fingers and created a suction of his lips so that none of the water would escape anywhere except down the throat. The body beneath him jerked and the throat began to work to swallow the liquid.
Again and again Shikamaru passed liquid from his lips to Neji. When he deemed enough of the water drunk, he began bathing the body again in cool water. He was vaguely aware of the maid returning several hours later with a tray containing a plate of food for him and a bowl of broth for Neji.
He repeated the actions with the cooled broth. He was trapped between feelings of disgust at pressing his lips to another man, and with an intense need to make reparations for what his actions had caused. If mouth to mouth was the only way to ensure the liquid made it into Neji's body, he would do what needed to be done. Jiraiya was right. This was on his head.
Hours melded into days. Nearly three days passed before, Neji's fever reached a peak. His unintelligible words bled together until finally, near midnight, the fever broke in a rain of sweat. His breathing evened out and his sleep eased.
Shikamaru collapsed into the chair arranged at the bedside. He did not have the strength to walk the few feet to the cot. His eyes fluttered closed and his breathing slowed to match the easy rise and fall of Neji's chest.

oOo

Shikamaru jerked awake at the touch of a hand on his wrist. The startle sent the chair he was seated in toppling over. Pain shot through his back as he struggled to his feet. Sleeping in a chair was definitely not preferable to a bed.
"Damn."
Those intense, pale eyes watched him move around the room. They never seemed to blink as they followed his movements. A frown pulled down the flesh around his lips and a wrinkle appeared on his brow.
"Where am I?"
The rich, deep voice rolled over him. The fever and lack of use left it slightly hoarse, yet it retained its rich texture. The accent present only added an exotic tone to the already rich sound.
"Captain Jiraiya's home."
Neji's eyes narrowed visibly, anger plainly displayed on the previously neutral features. "Where is he?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Tell me where he is or I will kill you to get to him."
Shikamaru scoffed as Neji struggled to bring his body into a sitting position. "You couldn't kill a horse fly in your condition. You've been sick for several days."
"I nearly died at the hands of those who serve Jiraiya. Now I know the attack on my home was his intention." Neji's thin fingers clenched in the coverlet thrown across his legs. "He will pay."
"Jiraiya did not attack you."
"Then why was my village attacked?" Neji sat forward, his body shaking with the effort not to collapse once more to the bed. "Only those who sail under his banner know the location of my home. I watched him swear an oath to my uncle before our elders. He swore that neither he, nor any man under him, would speak of our home."
"And I hold true to that oath."
Shikamaru turned on the balls of his feet to see Jiraiya standing tall in the doorway. His loose white shirt billowed around his massive frame. Hair, white with age, was pulled back from his face. The usual humor present on his features was absent. The man before them was every bit the powerful captain that had ruled the seas for several decades despite the best efforts of authorities.
"Captain Jiraiya."
Jiraiya moved into the room and closed the door with a snap. "You want to kill me? Since when does a Hyuuga seek to kill an ally. They can be so few."
"You sent a ship to attack my village. They are all dead." Neji's voice never once showed his grief. Only anger was present as his words turned to those of his birth. "I am the last Hyuuga."
Jiraiya stiffened and stepped forward. "You're sure?"
"The ship came when the moon was covered by clouds. The villagers could not withstand the attack. We stood no chance of overcoming an attack with cannons, pistols, and muskets. Our village is peaceful, mostly fishermen and their families. Nearly all were slaughtered."
Jiraiya sunk into the chair and placed his face in his hands. "Everyone?"
"A few villagers survived but none of my family. Our complex was raided. I was away from the village. Only you and your crew knew where our village resided and how to transverse the rocks into the cove."
"Captain?" Shikamaru had never seen Jiraiya in such a state of distress. "Are you alright, Captain?"
"I did not order the attack." Jiraiya shifted his gaze to Shikamaru, grief still etched in the wrinkles of his face. "Who could have done this?"
Shikamaru frowned, his arms folded across his chest. He knew of only one person who would be malicious enough to use his knowledge in such a way to cause the most pain. "Hidan."
"What?"
"Captain Pein tossed him from the ship," informed Shikamaru. "He was causing trouble. I knew the captain should have killed him, but Hidan had been with the crew for so long."
Jiraiya sighed heavily. "Like always. Even with his tendency to cause trouble, we placed trust in him."
"He is the only one. He is one of the few who served under you before joining Captain Pein's crew." Shikamaru glanced at Neji. "He could have taken up with another crew and offered them the riches hidden in the Hyuuga strong hold."
"So you are to blame."
Jiraiya sighed deeply. "No more than your uncle for trusting outsiders."
"My uncle is not to blame," hissed Neji.
Jiraiya sighed once more. "Hidan is a loose cannon."
"It could take years to track him down," murmured Shikamaru. "He will have probably gone into hiding because he knows you would discover his betrayal of the Hyuugas and consider it a betrayal against you. I doubt he'll do much of notice, regardless of what crew he joined."
"Neji Hyuuga, nephew of Hiashi, I offer you protection and a chance to find vengeance on the man who killed your family. I offer my own life, but know that if you take it, yours will end shortly afterward and you will never have the chance to kill the man who is truly to blame." Jiraiya's face was serious. He meant each word spilling forth from his lips.
Shikamaru stiffened and glanced sharply at Neji. He could see the indecision playing across his face. His choice was hard--instant gratification or waiting for the true betrayer to be brought forth.
Neji's pearly eyes narrowed and his lips flattened to a thin line. "I will…wait."
Jiraiya nodded and stood, turning to Shikamaru. "You're not off the hook yet. He's your responsibility...indefinitely, and if I ever hear of you shucking this duty, I'll feed you to the sharks myself."
A chill worked down Shikamaru's spine at Jiraiya's murderous glare. He had forgotten just how vicious a man the older captain was. Jiraiya might have aged and mostly retired from a life at sea, but he was still spry enough to destroy Shikamaru if he wished it. He was a dangerous enemy to have.
"Aye, Captain."
"Good."
Shikamaru glanced to where Neji lay. His body collapsed beneath him and the former strength he displayed when Jiraiya initially arrived dissipated. He suddenly looked every bit the weak man sickness had made him.
"I have patience," whispered Neji. "I will kill this…Hidan, but do not think that I forgive what you have done. Those under you allowed this to happen."
Jiraiya nodded stiffly. "You're right. This tragedy lies on my head just as much as it does Hidan's."

oOo

"I wish to bathe."
Shikamaru cracked open an eye. He grew tired of the silence always filling the room and chose times he was not waiting on Neji to nap. "There is fresh water in the pitcher."
Neji's lips turned down in a frown. "I wish to bathe, not wipe at my skin with a damp cloth."
"I am not dragging a tub and buckets of water up here for you to take a bath."
Neji's lips pursed outward. "I am not an invalid. I will go seek a bath."
In the passing weeks, Neji had grown stronger. His body filled out and only a slight weakness in his limbs told of his bout with near death. He was definitely no longer in need of a servant to feed and bathe him. With a bit of a wobble in his gait, he stood from the bed and walked barefooted from the room.
Shikamaru debated for nearly ten minutes. His mind continued to provide pros and cons to following him. This was one of the few breaks he might have.
In the end, his fear of Jiraiya's wrath won out and he trotted down into the kitchen where the tub was located. Seeing no one but the cook and the maid going about their chores worried him. Neji should have been relaxing in the bath behind the silk curtain arranged in the corner.
"Where is Neji?"
The maid smiled politely. "Master Neji left a while ago. 'E asked if there were a spring or river 'e could bathe in. I offered to 'eat 'im some water for the tub but 'e said no."
"Damn it. Where did he go?"
"Polly told him about that bit of a waterfall pool near the end of the river. It has a nice deep pool and is fairly secluded," added the cook as he brought his cleaver down on a large piece of meat. "He seemed interested."
Shikamaru muttered a thank you and took off in the direction of Neji. He knew the area and was familiar with the pool. It was a favorite spot of his when he wanted to be alone. The river began underground and its water still contained a chill despite the warm weather. Few bothered to walk far into the wooded parts of the island when they could easily heat water on the fire for their baths.
As he neared the area, he heard a splash, and then a gasp. Peering through the brush, he found himself staring at a thin, cream colored back. Dark tendrils of wet hair stuck to the creamy flesh. A few suds from the lye soap formed on his shoulders as his hands moved the bar back and forth before beginning to scrub at the long dark hair.
The very edge of the dark valley formed by the buttocks was barely visible over the lapping water. Shikamaru swallowed and clenched his eyes closed. Never had the body of another man even remotely drawn his gaze. His right hand was always his best friend when no women were around to offer relief for his natural urges. Now, he found himself intrigued by the creamy skin of a very masculine man.
Thinking Neji feminine for even an instant was simply inconceivable. His hair, long and flowing, was the only characteristic even remotely woman-like. His attitude and build were very much that of a man. There was not an ounce of delicate on his body. Delicate frames were what Shikamaru most longed for in a woman, and yet, he was staring unabashedly at a man who was the near opposite of what he thought most attractive.
A twig snapped beneath Shikamaru's foot, and Neji froze where he stood. "Who's there?"
Shikamaru released his pent up breath and moved through the hidden brush. He saw Neji tense for the briefest of moments before relaxing and continuing to scrub at his body, now facing Shikamaru to reveal tightly budded nipples and slightly chill bumped skin.
"Oh…it's you."
"You shouldn't be in that cold water." Shikamaru nearly collapsed in relief that his voice did not shake while speaking.
"I am fine." Neji's hands left his hair and began to rub the soap over his chest.
Small suds caught on his nipples and Shikamaru nearly groaned. He moved quickly to a nearby tree and settled beneath the branches with the tips of his feet dangling into the cool water. Neji was a curiosity and drew his attention. Anything that drew Shikamaru's attention was worthy according to his body. A particularly good game of dice would likely make him hard, so the slight twitching in his pants at seeing Neji bathing was nothing but his body expressing its curiosity.
"You do not have to follow me. I will not kill Jiraiya."
Shikamaru closed his eyes and smirked. "I detect a distinct yet in that sentence."
"I will not kill him if justice is found in this Hidan you speak of."
"Hidan will get his comeuppance."
The water splashed and Shikamaru regretted opening his eyes. A completely nude Neji walked towards the shore. Droplets of water traced paths down his body, pearling in the dark curls surrounding his dick. His body, still slightly undernourished, had filled out nicely with only the slightly concave nature of his abdomen as a sign of his previous bout with near starvation.
"He will die."
Shikamaru turned his gaze towards the light filtering down through the leaves. "You're certainly focused."
"My family was all I had. They will be avenged."
He felt Neji settle in the grass beside him. He could practically feel the heat radiating from the body despite him having just stepped from the cool water. Even after the fever broke, Neji's body radiated heat.
"Do you have a fever?"
Neji paused while braiding his hair. "My blood runs hot."
"Come again?" Shikamaru was sure his dick was acting with a mind of its own as it twitched again at the words.
"We produce a lot of heat…my family." Neji tied off the end and relaxed against the tree. "It is how we are."
"Why do you still want to kill Jiraiya?" Shikamaru asked calmly. "He didn't know."
Neji was quiet for several moments. "Someone must pay."
Shikamaru had never lost anyone. He could barely recall his family. They were a vague memory trapped on the edge of his mind. He had survived by picking pockets in a port town until Asuma found him and brought him to Jiraiya. Asuma was more of a father than the fleeting memory of his actual father. If Asuma were killed, he would track down his murderer to the ends of the earth.
"And afterwards?" asked Shikamaru.
Neji shifted slightly beside Shikamaru. "I do not know."
The honesty in his words caused Shikamaru to smile. "You'll think of something."
A small smile creased Neji's lips. "Perhaps. I have not thought of afterwards."
A comfortable silence stretched between them. Shikamaru found himself enjoying the company Neji brought. It was similar in some ways to his relationship with Asuma. There was no need to talk. They could simply enjoy each other's presence.
Closing his eyes, a smile curled across Shikamaru's lips. Perhaps being around Hyuuga would not be so bad. He pushed aside his earlier lusts and made a mental note to visit Sasori's tavern at his first opportunity. He was imposing his personal bout of overly long celibacy onto Neji. Everything he had felt earlier was because of his lack of physical release of late.
Yawning, he stretched his arms over his head. It would be a few hours still before the best wenches were readily available. Until then he needed something to pass the time.
His gaze shifted to Neji, his smile widening. "Have you ever played dice?"
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