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Obsessions	By : sonotgoingthere Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1318 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shikamaru�s cooling body was slumped beside him, his skin gracing Neji�s along his left side as his body failed its battle with gravity and hit the cushions. Neji took the opportunity to drop gentle kisses over Shikamaru�s shoulders. Shikamaru�s head lolled to the side at the caress, falling to rest against his own shoulder, his body on its side but resting against the back of the couch, as if to close the triangle.
Neji could see Shikamaru smile sleepily through the gap between cheek and shoulder as Shikamaru tucked his left arm under his head. His eye lids drooped so far down it looked almost as if he were asleep. Neji smiled back at him and shifted over Shikamaru, legs beside Shikamaru�s and his arms braced on the arm of the couch.
He gently kissed Shikamaru�s right brow, and down his cheek to the slightly parted lips. Neji shifted himself between Shikamaru and the back of the couch, and used the back as leverage to roll Shikamaru over him. Shikamaru followed the movement passively and finished in the same position as before; only now he was supported on Neji�s chest, with his legs draped over and between Neji�s. Neji curled his arms around the sleepy man and stroked his hands down Shikamaru�s back, across his hip and over the tops of his thighs.
Shikamaru�s skin was flushed and dewy in the aftermath of his orgasm and Neji almost purred at the feel of Shikamaru�s soft, slick skin warming him from hip to shoulder. Shikamaru sighed softly and shifted his arm under Neji�s shoulder. His head found the nook between Neji�s chest and shoulder and his body curved to keep as much contact with Neji�s skin as possible.
Neji gloried in the texture of Shikamaru�s hair under his fingers and basked in the knowledge of his success. Shikamaru wouldn�t allow him to have full body contact with him in their last �session�. He closed his eyes and nuzzled Shikamaru�s forehead, the soft downy hair that grew shortly at his hair line tickling Neji�s nose with each inhalation.
He hummed deep in his chest as Shikamaru relaxed further into his embrace. Neji ran his hand down Shikamaru�s back to test muscles. Before their play, Shikamaru had been coiled and ready to strike. Now the muscles spread like molasses as Shikamaru�s breath deepened and body lost all resistance to Neji�s touch.
Success had never felt so sweet to touch nor so beautiful against his own skin. Neji closed his eyes and allowed his mind to drift, pondering nothing more than the feel of Shikamaru�s soft, silky hair under his fingertips.

Fate, so often his opponent, had chosen to be kind. On any other night, falling asleep on Shikamaru�s couch, naked, with nothing more than a naked Shikamaru for a blanket would have spelled disaster.
Tonight was not an ordinary night. Tonight was the night the Hyuuga clan let down its collective hair and shook it out for the world to admire. No curfew would be enforced. It gave Neji precious moments to enjoy the warmth of another sleeping beside, or more correctly, over, him.
Shikamaru had pulled a blanket from some unknown source and covered them with it after Neji had fallen asleep. The soft, fawn-coloured cloth looked like wool, but had been washed so frequently, for so long, the fibers weren�t even slightly itchy. The effect was like a warm cocoon, covering them both until their chrysalis had ended.
The comfort of the physical contact was not lost on Neji. He inhaled deeply, taking in the slight cinnamon tang of Shikamaru�s scent overplayed by the scent of their activities.
Unbidden, tears stung his eyes. The sweetness a lover�s embrace was foreign to him � with his past lovers, the sex had been an enjoyable release, physically effective but emotionally void. He�d always left, even on nights like this when there was no clan-enforced curfew.
Neji felt cheated, like someone had taken something from him that he didn�t know he could get. He tightened his arms around Shikamaru, causing the younger man to stir in his sleep.
Neji ran gentle fingers through the soft locks of Shikamaru�s hair until he settled back against Neji�s chest.
It had taken him weeks to fall asleep with his teammates as a new genin. It was likely that Shikamaru had a similar experience. Neji marveled at their joint displays of trust. Such trust, even amongst shinobi of the same village, was rare. Rarer still from Neji himself.
Iruka had warned him that such �play� could affect him as strongly as Shikamaru. He was glad for the warning � the intensity of the emotion would have stunned him otherwise.
Lulled by the reality of their mutual trust, Neji curled his leg around Shikamaru�s and pulled the blanket around them to ward off the chilly night.
Tomorrow would be soon enough for their little cocoon to be torn asunder.
The soft brush of fingertips over the downy hairs on his chest had pulled him from his slumber. Neji woke without moving, still but alert as he allowed his sense to seek out his environment. The even rise of chest resting over his own reminded him of last night�s events.
He opened his eyes to Shikamaru�s chocolate brown ones. Shikamaru�s fingers continued their aimless wanderings over Neji�s chest, stroking their way back and forth, as if unable to disconnect from Neji�s skin.
He�d shifted to Neji�s right side as they slept. Neji was lying flat on the couch, with Shikamaru tucked between his right arm and chest. Shikamaru snuggled into the lei of his arm, sighing contentedly.
�Wow,� said Shikamaru, breaking the silence.
Neji smiled. �Definitely wow.�
Shikamaru smiled back at him. They relaxed against one another for a few moments, until Neji felt the need to move, get up and start his day. As much as he enjoyed the feel of Shikamaru�s warm, pliant skin against his, Neji was a man of action, and not used to lying in bed of a morning. He sat upright against the back of the couch, jostling Shikamaru. Shikamaru opened one eye at Neji at the disruption, snorted, and then repositioned himself in repose over Neji�s lap.
Neji checked the walls for the telltale streaks of red or gold that heralded dawn. He found neither, but the detail he could make out without the use of his Byakugan indicated it was pre-dawn, somewhere between four and five in the morning. It should leave him with enough time to review their session before making his way back to the Hyuuga compound.
He didn�t want another tense meeting with Iruka over his failure to care for his submissive. It was early, so there would be no rush. He could take his time and make sure Shikamaru was not having second thoughts or regretting their time together.
�We should discuss last night before I go. I have about an hour until I will need to leave.�
Shikamaru shrugged sleepily and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
Neji shook Shikamaru�s shoulder. A glare worthy of the Hyuuga himself was issued from his sleepy companion.
�Wake up, Shikamaru. You can go back to sleep after I leave.�
�Yes, it was good. No, you didn�t do anything I didn�t come to enjoy. Yes, we should do it again.�
Neji�s brows shot up. �Shikamaru, are you assuming that you know what I�m going to discuss?�
�I read the books too, Neji. The debrief is designed to allow the submissive to identify any areas of discomfort, resistance, or if there was something they particularly liked. It went well. You did an excellent job, though it�s unlikely you would do anything less.�
Neji�s right hand shot out and wrapped around the base of Shikamaru�s jaw. The left went to support the back of Shikamaru�s head as Neji lifted the reluctant submissive by his head into a sitting position.
Shikamaru�s eyes widened. An inch, quarter turned, would snap his neck.
�Do not mistake me for your previous lovers. I will not allow you to walk all over me. I am a genius in my own right, Shikamaru, and�, Neji�s finger pinched Shikamaru�s jaw harder to stress his point, �more importantly, my dear submissive, I am stronger than you are.�
Shikamaru took a deep breath. He noted that his airway was unrestricted. Neji�s voice was firm, his gaze intent, and every inch of the man holding him captive radiated complete and total resolve.
Shikamaru�s pulse quickened. Neji wouldn�t kill him. He would have to explain the body if he did. No, he wouldn�t kill him. But Neji could hurt him, a lot, leaving marks only a medic-nin could find.
�Who am I to you?� demanded Neji.
Shikamaru blinked. �My Sensei, my Dominant.�
�When is a session over?�
�When you say it is, Sensei.�
Neji relaxed his grip and allowed Shikamaru to sit on the couch. He directed head to face him, despite the downcast eyes.
�Before you so rudely interrupted with your backchat, we were to discuss and debrief. You are also to receive your other punishments, which you did not receive last night. Do you object?�
�No, Sensei. I�m � I�m sorry for speaking out of turn.�
�You should be. I will not tolerate such behaviour, Shikamaru. It is unacceptable in the context of this relationship, and I will meet each and every infraction with punishment. Is that clear?�
�Yes, Sensei.�
�You will not be able to pull one over on me the minute I stop paying attention, because I will always be watching and paying attention during our session. You will not figure everything out before I can think it because I will not allow you to.�
Shikamaru wet his lips, wriggling against him. �Yes, Sensei.�
Shikamaru�s cheeks were flushed and his eyes became more hooded than downcast, a subtle shift from shamed to aroused that fascinated Neji. Now he had Shikamaru�s attention.
�Now. Firstly - you are not meant to enjoy your punishment, Shikamaru. The �punishment� you received last night was in the context of the session and as such was pleasurable to you. �
Shikamaru�s dusky pink tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips. Neji followed the movement with his eyes and noted that way Shikamaru�s muscles relaxed into Neji�s hold.
Not the kind of attention I wanted.
Neji shook Shikamaru, carefully, reminding him of the precarious position he was in.
�This punishment is not pleasurable. This is your punishment for your behaviour with Genma, and the injury you caused to Raidou�s relationship with Genma with your actions.�
Shikamaru�s mouth barely opened to object when Neji cut him off. �No, Shikamaru, you shamed yourself with such behaviour. You knew he had a lover waiting for him at home.�
He released Shikamaru�s jaw and clapped a hand over his mouth when he opened it again. �No - now is for listening. You knew he had a lover, a long-term lover, a friend of yours, and you did it anyway.�
Shikamaru nodded, shamefaced, and waited for Neji to continue. Neji removed his hand and allowed Shikamaru to hold himself upright.
�One month, Shikamaru, one month without cock in your mouth. I think that�s fair. Do you disagree?�
Shikamaru nodded. His nose reddened with suppressed tears. When we�re better at this, when we�ve formed a stronger bond, will he cry for me? Will his tears cleanse him while I hold him?
Neji wrapped gentle arms around him and cradled him to his chest. Shikamaru allowed himself to be pulled into Neji�s embrace, but curled in on himself, chest sinking and eyes downcast. �I didn�t mean to ��
�I know. I forgive you. Raidou forgives you. But you need to be punished.�
�No, Neji-sensei. It�s fair.� Shikamaru sighed. �Evil, cruel, and terribly ironic - but fair.�
�Punishment should fit the crime.�
Shikamaru quieted for a moment as Neji ran his fingers through his hair. He turned to Neji with a pout. �It�s punishment for you too � my blowjobs are awesome.�
�Yes, they are.� Neji kissed him. �And yes, it is. I didn�t voice my concerns. I let it go on for far too long � It�s punishment for me as well, my dear, for not being there for you when you needed it. One month is the length of time I let it go on without intervening.�
Shikamaru went quiet again as he played with the tips of Neji�s hair, brushing a lock of it against Neji�s arm like a paint brush. When he looked up, his eyes radiated the gentle pleasure at Neji�s admission.
�Thank you.�
Neji drew Shikamaru�s eyes to his. The quite, somber mood was concerning him. �For?�
�For doing this. For being here. For helping me. For putting up with me.�
�It�s my pleasure to have you, to do this, to be here and to help you.�
�Still, you know, you don�t have to � just, thank you.�
Neji smiled. He felt his chest fill with pride. Iruka�s words filtered though his thoughts. If you do it right, they will adore you for it, love you for it, and stay with you.
�This is the difference between a dominant partner and someone who panders to you for the sex, Shikamaru. I do this for your pleasure as well as my own, but mostly for you. You need this. Allow me to help you, and you will give me the gift of your trust.�
Shikamaru�s head drooped, his eyes hidden behind a lock of hair. The index finger of his left hand traced misshapen figure-eights on Neji�s bicep. Shikamaru took several shallow breaths in quick succession, almost as if he were starting to cry.
Neji gave him several quiet moments to regain his composure. To amuse himself, he stroked his finger over the curve of Shikamaru�s cheek, tracing the soft skin until it gave way to Shikamaru�s neck. He continued the caress down the line of Shikamaru�s throat, and finished by pressing his fingers on the dull red mark he�d made the evening before.
�It�s alright to need, Shikamaru,� he said quietly. �We all need something, sometimes. Some of us just like to be needed.�
Shikamaru nodded absently as he lifted his left leg to stroke up Neji�s thigh. He curled his warm fingers over Neji�s shoulder as his stroked his soft inner thigh over Neji�s leg until it grazed his hardening cock. Neji smiled warmly at his submissive, and followed the curve of his back down to the wonderfully-formed backside.
Despite the family association with deer, Shikamaru reminded him more of a cat, lazy but capable of becoming a devastating hunter, fickle with his affections but so very receptive to the right person petting him.
Shikamaru curved into Neji�s touch, twisting like an �S� so he could rub his sleep-warmed chest across Neji�s. Neji watched as Shikamaru soaked up his caresses, still retaining some of his sleep disposition, curling into each brush of Neji�s hand like his skin had become addicted to Neji�s touch.
Neji�s hand strayed down Shikamaru�s back, over his hip bone where the flesh was stretched taut, and down his inner thigh. Neji smiled fondly when he reached the thigh, remembering how pleasant it had been to see Shikamaru twisting and bowing under each slap.
Shikamaru smiled sleepily at Neji, his eyes following the movement of Neji�s hand over his inner thigh.
Then he stopped moving. Neji raised and enquiring brow, reading Shikamaru�s confusion in the wrinkles on his forehead.
�They�re gone.�
�What are gone?�
Shikamaru frowned. �The marks. On my legs. They�re gone.�
�You wanted them to stay longer?�
�It hurt so much, damn it. There should be bruises.�
�No, there shouldn�t. You shouldn�t have bruises after our time together. Bruises would only show a lack of skill on my part.�
Shikamaru buried his nose alongside Neji�s neck and peeked up at Neji with a pout colouring his expression. �Red patches for a while?�
Neji tipped Shikamaru�s chin towards him. �Is that what you want?�
Shikamaru averted his eyes. �Maybe.�
�No, not maybe. Yes or no, Shikamaru. If you say yes, next time I will leave the mark on the skin for longer. If you say no, the marks will be gone once we are done.� Neji kissed the red circle branding Shikamaru�s nape. �Except this one. This one stays.�
Shikamaru rested his forehead against Neji�s cheek. �Yes.�
�Yes, what?�
�Yes, I want the red patch. I want it to stay longer. Until morning or the next day. Whatever.�
�Do you want one now? For tomorrow?�
Shikamaru looked at Neji, then away. His eyes drifted to the floor. He looked back at Neji and nodded.
Neji schooled his expression to hide his smirk. He�d known, intrinsically, that Shikamaru would need a firm hand to uncover his true needs. He was glad to be proven right. After botching their last encounter, he was glad to have some positive results.
�Turn to face me, kneeling, with your legs spread over my lap.�
Neji silently cheered when Shikamaru complied, and positioned himself over Neji�s lap, kneeling, his legs spread. Neji ran his fingers though Shikamaru�s heavy, chocolate hair, mussed from their sleep, and pulled him down to kiss him as a reward for his obedience.
�Excellent.�
Neji ran a firm hand up the back of Shikamaru�s thighs, turning them slightly outwards. The shift forced Shikamaru�s hips to tilt back. Shikamaru had to bring his hands to Neji�s shoulders to steady himself.
�Two, for back-chatting me earlier. One on the left thigh, one on the right.�
�Yes, Sensei,� said Shikamaru, his breath quickening in anticipation.
He stroked the inside of Shikamaru�s right thigh gently with the index finger of his left hand, drawing it up and down softly so the blow, when it came, would seem all the worse for the juxtaposition. He caught Shikamaru�s gaze as the lethargic man�s eyes crept open. He smiled at Shikamaru, calm though preparing to become a storm, and waited for Shikamaru to smile back before landing his open palm against Shikamaru�s soft skin.
The air �whooshed� out of Shikamaru�s chest. His hands gripped Neji�s shoulders tightly and his eyes widened. His head came forward to rest on Neji�s left shoulder as he prepared himself for the next �
Crack.
Shikamaru�s fingers flexed on Neji�s shoulders, a fraction of a second after the impact, delayed reaction to the slap. He moaned, deep and low in his chest, and wrapped himself around Neji. They kissed, desperate to confirm the contact, need driving them to press closer.
Neji�s hands were pressed flat to Shikamaru�s back as he completed one firm pass over the expanse of cooling skin, ending at Shikamaru�s lush backside. He pulled Shikamaru closer and possessed his mouth with lips and tongue.
They drew back, panting, after several moments. Neither spoke. The moment stretched as Neji felt the connection forged the night before cement with their shared gaze.
The unwelcome call of morning birds heralding the dawn and shattered the peace. Neji looked at the dusky tinge at the top of the wall and knew it was time to leave. He kissed Shikamaru again and the settled the other on the couch, pulling the blanket up to cover him once more.
Shikamaru gripped Neji�s hand as he stood. Neji looked down to see soft echoes of their earlier connection remaining in Shikamaru�s eyes. Shikamaru squeezed Neji�s fingers and then curled under the blanket once more, eyes drifting closed.
Neji paused to savour the sight, then collected his things and left Shikamaru�s apartment.
He returned to the Hyuuga compound just at the first rays of sunlight peeked over ornate lotus carvings that decorated the top of each reinforcing pillar that made up the compounds walls. The morning was beautiful, displaying the hidden splendor of Konoha, the dawn light illuminating the touches of elegance and culture that made Konoha the most beautiful of the hidden villages.
He nodded to the guards, each sharing a secret smile at the change in the atmosphere in the Hyuuga family compound. Even as a child, Neji had known the days following his Uncle�s poker nights to be the most harmonious days of the Hyuuga monthly calendar, where slights were let go and family members shared genuine smiles at the beauty of the world around them.
His Uncle Hiori landed softly beside him, having bypassed the guard for the sheer fun of sneaking into his own home.
�Mission accomplished, Nephew?� he asked with a smile.
�Yes, Uncle. Mission successful,� Neji paused briefly as a smile played over the corners of his lips, �and immensely satisfying.�
Hiori laughed and continued on his way.
Neji looked ahead to see his Uncle Hiashi making his way to the main house with easy steps. It seemed that �poker night� was as much a release for his Uncle as for the rest of the clan. The line of the elder man�s back was smooth as a man half his age, and the soft steps belied the responsibility that rested on his shoulders.
Neji sincerely hoped that Hinata, or whoever took over as clan head, kept up the tradition.
The Hyuuga had a lot of collective hair to be let down.
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