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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: Things I forgot to mention in the warnings for chapter 1: CRACK
pairings may occur.

Also, as I forgot to mention this in chapter one, I would like to
state that I'm not sure if the rating for this story is right. The
last time I was writing on AFF the system was more obvious and
movie-based. When I clicked to check out the ratings now, the link
didn't work, so I guessed. If it should be something else, feel free
to tell me and I will change it.

Genius at Making
Love

Two:
Shikamaru x Iruka

8 A.M.

“This
is a little awkward,” Iruka began, shifting from one foot to
the other and scratching the back of his neck. “A-anyway, come
inside.” He stepped out of the way and Shikamaru stepped into
his former teacher's apartment. He'd known Iruka for a long time but
never seen what was past the door and now he wasn't surprised. It was
neat without being overbearing—there were small messes, like a
pile of ungraded tests on the kitchen table and a slightly
overflowing laundry basket peeking past the bathroom door.

“Godaime
told me to come,” he said though they probably both knew that.
“She said it was about additional training for all male nin
after Neji's recent fiasco in the Land of Waves.”

Iruka nodded. “She's blaming it on the fact that male nin don't
have to take the same classes as female nin, no kunoichi instructors
for boys. The way the world is today though there's not as much of a
gap between the two.”

Let's backtrack: recently in the Land of Waves there was a certain
mission involving posing as a male prostitute. It did not, or more
specifically was not meant to, involve Hyuuga Neji palm-striking a
'customer' through two walls and across the street at being touched
inappropriately. Neji, obviously, was humiliated at his failure and
muttered every time someone asked that it was 'instinct', but
needless to say the mission had been a complete failure and, much to
the Hyuuga's disgrace, now every male nin in Konoha was suffering
Tsunade's wrath because of it. Today, that wrath came carefully
phrased as 'extra training', but Iruka had yet to explain what that
training actually involved. Given the man's awkwardness, Shikamaru
thought he had a decent idea.

“So
her brilliant idea then somehow involves us having sex, doesn't it?”
the genius asked dryly.

Iruka's cheeks inflamed and he nodded shyly. “She wants us to
sort of ... re-enact a similar situation. It's important to be able
to be aroused even by people you don't find attractive for missions
like these s-so...we're to each take a turn ah...”

Since Iruka was having such a hard time saying such things to someone
he remembered being a student of his less than a decade ago,
Shikamaru finished for him. “She wants us to roleplay
prostitute and customer,” he flat-lined. “We're to each
take a turn at both roles, am I right?”

Face bright red, Iruka nodded. Shikamaru thought it might be
something like this when Iruka answered the door in a robe rather
than his usual ninja clothing. “Do you want to be first, or
should I?” Shikamaru asked matter-of-factly, apparently not at
all bothered by it. It was 'training' after all and if they didn't do
it it would be pretty troublesome. If they did, it could prove to be
pretty fun anyway. In the back of his mind he admitted the baby-faced
Iruka-sensei was pretty cute,
though he wasn't sure what arbitrary method had them training with
one another. Most likely, Shikamaru figured, they were the leftovers.
Iruka rarely left the village and he was often busy with the Nijuu
Shotai and other things that had him away for extended periods of
time, and not in any ways that required him to play at prostitution,
but everyone had to suffer equally, or something. That was fine.

Iruka took a deep breath and steadied himself. He was a teacher damn
it! He had to get it together! If Shikamaru could act like it was no
big deal then he, at the very least, had to stop stuttering. “I'll
be first,” he said, slipping his fingers into the knot of his
robe and pulling it free, letting the cloth drop to the floor.

Shikamaru didn't hide the fact that he was checking the man out. Tan
flesh, a muscular chest, slender hips. Nothing to complain about
there. “Well,” he said, removing his vest and dropping it
heavily on a nearby chair. “I imagine undressing me would be a
good place to start.”

Sexily, Iruka understood, went without saying. He was supposed to be
playing the role of a prostitute, and even if he doubted Shikamaru
would rat on him if he failed miserably at it, Iruka believed in
taking his training seriously. Stepping in to bridge the gap between
them he noticed that Shikamaru was taller than him now—not by
much, but a far cry from the twelve year old boy who used to sleep
through his class. He rested his hands on the Nara's chest, finding
its muscles firmer than expected under the loose cotton and leaned
his head down, starting by licking lightly at the sensitive flesh
where the Nara's ear joined his jaw; Kakashi always liked that. He
figured it was best to start with things he was more familiar and
comfortable with.

Shikamaru tilted his head slightly
to accommodate him but did nothing beyond this. It was with a bit of
amusement that Iruka smiled against the flesh, thinking, 'This
is perfect for the #1 lazy ninja. He doesn't have to do any of the
work. I'm the one pretending to be a whore...' It
oddly relaxed him. That's right. He knew Shikamaru. It wasn't like he
was being forced to go through this training with a stranger, and the
tension in his back and shoulders relaxed a little. He just had to
stop thinking of Shikamaru as a child. He hadn't been a child in a
long while now and even had a lover who he must certainly be in a
sexual relationship with. Even Naruto was far from the innocent boy
he once was – but between Kakashi and Jiraiya that was not
meant to last. No, Shikamaru Nara wasn't a child at all. Once he got
his mind around that he relaxed considerably, sliding his hands up
under the black top and sliding it upwards, dragging his nails
lightly over the fishnet underneath.

Shikamaru shuddered slightly at those nails, lifting his arms to let
Iruka free him of the top and toss it towards the chair. He would
have to show Gaara that trick. There was something to be said for the
experience of older men after all. Iruka didn't stop there though,
concentrating on the task at hand and letting those nails circle his
nipples until they were taut enough that they protested against the
tightly woven fishnet top the Nara always wore underneath. When he
was satisfied Iruka slid downward, lifting the thin mesh and licking
a tingling trail in its wake from his navel up to one of those pert
nipples. He was glad to find the young Nara was already bulging below
the waist. He must be doing something right, he figured, having not
yet heard certain rumors about the boy he was about to let into his
bed ... and a few other more intimate things.

Once the Nara was bare-chested, he became a little more interested.
Shikamaru's clothes didn't do him justice. The scrawny boy had grown
into a rather strapping young man, firm in all the right places and
just soft enough in others, but speaking of being firm in the right
places, Iruka made a slow trail from one of the Nara's nipples to the
other and then angled downwards, letting his tongue dip into
Shikamaru's navel as he slipped his pants down over slim hips.

Shikamaru took a step back out of
them, leaving Iruka to blush when he found the teenager was not
wearing any undergarments. His breath caught in his throat a bit,
kneeling eye level now with the turgid member, to find he was also
rather well endowed. 'Kakashi is quite big also,' he
thought. 'It seems like most Konoha men are. Maybe it's
something in the water.' Iruka
was not meager in size either, but his slightly above average member
he was quickly becoming paranoid about, finding it slightly below
average for the men of his village. He forced himself not to dwell on
it, after all, that his current partner was so large only made him
more interested in this 'training exercise' and his own member
stirred a bit more as he leaned forward to tentatively lick at the
Nara's tip.

Shikamaru smirked, fairly well interested in his former teacher's
actions by now. “You'll never convince anyone you're a whore
with a shy tongue like that,” he teased.

Iruka blushed cutely, swallowing a lump in his throat. Oops. “You're
right,” he said. “Sit on the bed, okay?”

Shikamaru nodded, positioning
himself at the foot of the bed and spreading his thighs invitingly to
make room for the older man between them. Iruka wasted no time in
re-positioning himself. 'He's right. I can't be so shy
about it. If I really was trying to pass as a prostitute I'd have
been found out for a fraud already. I have to be confident.' It
wasn't a quality that came all too naturally to the sensei, but once
he reminded himself once more this was a training exercise and got
another eyeful of the seductive Nara and his large, firm cock, he
managed to throw his reservations out the window, grasping it firmly
in hand, thumb pressing to the tip, and licked a long line up the
side of the shaft.

“Mmm,
that's more like it,” Shikamaru encouraged, watching as Iruka,
eyes half lidded, swirled his tongue all over his head, nipping
lightly at the sensitive tip of his member. His breathing started to
become slightly ragged. He wasn't sure what changed in Iruka's
demeanor exactly but the man had done a 180; he'd gone from shy and
uncertain to definite whore material as he closed his mouth around
the head and started pumping the top half of Shikamaru's cock, head
bobbing rapidly as his free hand came to fondle his balls, tongue
everywhere at once. The Nara's eyelashes fluttered a bit and he
moaned. Iruka, it seemed, couldn't take all of him the way Gaara did,
but what he lacked there he certainly made up for in knowing exactly
what to do with his tongue.

Iruka didn't bob long, soon moving back to work that talented tongue
all over Shikamaru's shaft and balls, moistening him thoroughly and
seemingly eagerly for what was to come. The Nara wasn't about to
complain, but he did reach around and pull the tie out of Iruka's
hair. Very sexy. He moaned softly again. “See,” he said
huskily. “No reason to be shy. With a tongue like that you can
pass as a prostitute whenever you want to.”

Iruka decided to take it as a
compliment, rising up to push the Nara onto his back and straddling
his hips. 'Think like a whore,' Iruka
reminded himself. This was training after all. He had to be extra
sexy, and so he made sure to do things he would normally be too
embarrassed to contemplate, like running his hands down his chest and
stomach, across his inner thighs. The look in the teenager's dark
eyes told him that Shikamaru enjoyed the little show, but he didn't
linger on it long, positioning the large member at his hole. He'd
have liked to be stretched first, but a prostitute wouldn't need such
things. Whores had sex often enough that there was no soreness from
penetration. Iruka wasn't so lucky. He knew it was going to hurt and
braced himself, exhaling slowly and trying not to give away any signs
of pain as he slowly seated himself.

Shikamaru moaned, careful not to
arch upward to meet the teacher as he often did with Gaara, and let
the man take his time. He was almost unbearably tight, squeezing him
even as Iruka kept his muscles relaxed. Well, he may be trying to act
like a whore, but that impossibly tight ass would give him away in a
second. Shikamaru wasn't about to mention it at this stage in the
training game. He knew it had to hurt, but looking up in an imitation
of bliss, back arched, the Nara knew Umino Iruka must be in pain as
slow as he was going.

Iruka decided once Shikamaru was
about a third of the way in that it was better to get the initial
pain over with quickly, and much to the Nara's surprise he braced his
hands on Shikamaru's toned chest, panting heavily, and slammed the
last six inches into his tight heat in one swift stroke. Against his
will, a strangled little sob escaped, but Shikamaru decided to brush
it off and pretend it sounded like Iruka was really enjoying it. He
lifted his head to gently nibble on Iruka's collarbone to calm him.
“If I knew you wanted my cock that badly I would have let you
have it a lot sooner, sensei,” he teased in lusty tones that
made Iruka shudder at the wonderfully/horribly perverted thoughts
that trailed through his mind. “Uuhn, don't say it like that,”
he whispered hoarsely. “It's dirty.”

“Like what, sensei?”
Shikamaru proceeded, catching on that there was some much neglected
corner of perversion in the back of the older man's mind that was
turned on by this.

“Sh-Shikamaru...” Iruka
protested, unconsciously rocking his hips a little. The Nara could
feel him getting even harder against his belly every time he said
that word, so he encouraged that minor perversion, licking the shell
of Iruka's ear and murmuring, “Mmm...sensei, your ass is so
tight, are you sure you're not a virgin?”

“I'm not!” Iruka
squeaked, having all but forgotten the main purpose now that
Shikamaru was teasing his most secret and closeted fantasy. It
wasn't that he had a thing for little boys, but rather that being
reminded that he was a teacher, supposed to be proper, a role model
for the children during sex with another adult was so secretly
alluring because it reminded him keenly that he was doing something
perverse and wrong, somehow was a real turn on, even more so knowing
now that said adult used to be
one of his students. It made him feel dirty and ashamed, but he
couldn't deny how wonderfully liberating it was either. In his own
home, his own bed, he was free to do as he pleased. He didn't have
to live up to anyone's expectations.

“Oooh?” Shikamaru
taunted. “If you're not a virgin, what are you?” He was
encouraging the teacher to talk a little dirty. This was
prostitution training, after all and Iruka needed to loosen up—not
just his ass but his morals too.

Remembering their little 'role
play', Iruka swallowed, seeing where the Nara was going as his hands
slid over Iruka's neck and shoulders. “A whore,” he
exhaled. “I'm a whore.” He emphasized it by lifting his
hips and slamming them back down on the large cock once. It was a
wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Oh, I don't know, whores do
dirty, naughty things you know. What kind of naughty things have you
done lately, Iruka-sensei?”

Iruka shuddered as that word was
used again so casually and began to rock his hips more steadily,
letting the firm member slip out a little and then back in. “A-all
kinds of things. I...” he found it hard to admit to perverted
things but he knew if he wanted to succeed in this 'training
exercise' he had to admit to all kinds of things. “...nngh...I
masturbate every day,” he rasped out. “Sometimes two or
three times.”

“You and every other man in
Konoha,” Shikamaru prodded in a tone that said he wasn't
convinced and required more.

“E-even on days I have sex
with Kakashi,” he continued, his hips starting to rise a little
more and descend a little faster.

“Mmhmm,” Shikamaru half
said, half moaned. “You have sex with Kakashi a lot? Tell me
about it, sensei,” he said, pinching the man's nipples and
tugging a little.

Iruka shuddered in delight.
“Wh-when he's not on a mission, about t-twice a week,” he
said. “He...hi-his cock is about the same size as yours.”
He swiveled his hips as if trying to measure the difference in size
exactly. “Y-yours is a little thicker, but I think his is
just—ahh—a bit longer.” He sat back now on his
heels, giving Shikamaru a rather nice view of his highly aroused
body, the precum gathering at the tip of his cock and all, and
started to bounce more earnestly, the pain down to just a dull echo
of a throb now. Shikamaru let his hips pulse ever so slightly in
reply and Iruka shuddered and moaned deeply before continuing,
knowing he was expected to say more about the times he fucked
Kakashi. “He likes to...re-enact those books he reads,”
he admitted. “And a-asks me to do really dirty things.”

This was certainly getting
interesting. “Like what?” Shikamaru asked huskily,
thrusting back to meet Iruka a little more definitively. His cock hit
the older man's prostate and made him shudder violently and moan,
hands pinching his own nipples in ecstasy before he got breath enough
back to answer. Iruka didn't seem to realize he was toying with his
own nipples, but Shikamaru wasn't about to tell him and break the
spell.

“He...has me wear strange
things. Nngh...O-one time, for his birthday it was a—aah, a
really slutty maid's costume.”

Well, if that wasn't a turn on
Shikamaru didn't know what was. He moaned softly What other kinds
of costumes have you worn for Kakashi, sensei?”

Iruka shuddered again at the subtle
word-dropping and spoke between thrusts, left breathless when he was
fully impaled. “N-nurse...aah! C-cat. Oooh. Sch—schoolgirl.”
He blushed brightly and moaned loudly. “P-p-priest...”

Shikamaru found that last one very,
very naughty and a huge turn on and awarded Iruka by grabbing his
hips and really ramming his thick cock straight into his prostate
four times in a row. Iruka sobbed in delight, but soon Shikamaru
stopped and went back to making him do the work. Unable to handle
such a slow pace after that he began bouncing eagerly, his ass
slapping lightly against the Nara's balls with each stroke.

Shikamaru panted softly but
continued to engage the man in conversation about his dirty secrets.
“But, sensei, that's only one man, your lover even, it doesn't
make you a whore, not even a slut. What other dirty secrets are you
hiding, hm?” Shikamaru reached a hand out and wrapped his
fingers around Iruka's cock, letting the man fuck himself into his
hand as he bounced.

It was like Shikamaru's hand was
pulling his secrets out by means of stroking his cock. He couldn't
resist the questions at all and his last barrier snapped as he sobbed
out softly, “I have erotic dreams,” he rasped. “About
young men who used to be my students. Wh-when I wake up, I masturbate
thinking about them. S-sometimes the girls too...or...multiple...a-at
once!” His prostate was hit again and he shuddered.

“Tell me who,” Shikamaru
encouraged, finding this revelation incredibly sexy and being very,
very turned on by the sheer naughty-ness of it. If parents found out
about this strange fascination Iruka would be in quite a bit of
trouble, but Shikamaru had no problem keeping the secret, and Iruka
seemed to need a little liberation from it and validation that it was
okay. As long as he didn't act on those impulses (until said students
were of legal age, like himself) there was nothing at all wrong with
having the occasional fantasy. Iruka should know that, but as adults
were concerned he was notably more innocent than most, even in the
midst of lovemaking.

“Sh-shino,” Iruka began,
eyes tearing in both guilt and bliss at once. “You and
Chouji...t-together.” His cheeks flared and perhaps the most
embarrassing as he was the man's surrogate parent he rasped out in a
deep-throated moan as Shikamaru nailed his prostate again,
“N-Naruto-oo---ooohh!”

As he sobbed out the blond
kyuubi-container's name Shikamaru abused his prostate particularly
roughly and Iruka sobbed softly, coming across the Nara's stomach and
chest, body convulsing in pleasure.

Shikamaru grabbed his hips and
thrust hard into the man's clamped ass twice more before filling him
with his own orgasm. Both sit joined, panting for a long moment
before Shikamaru smirked up at the man. “They must be some
good fantasies,” he said, “to make you come this much.”
Iruka blushed brightly. He had released a lot of seed all over the
Nara and removed himself, about to go get a tissue or rag to clean
the teen up. “Don't bother,” Shikamaru said matter of
factly, bending his knees up and spreading his legs, exposing himself
fully, propped up on his elbows, spent member toppled over to one
side as he pushed himself up onto his hands. “A good whore
doesn't mind a little cum,” he said, tilting his head and
letting his eyes half lid into a sultry look, lifting one hand to
trace patterns around the seed spattered around his navel and
scooping up a finger's worth, sucking it into his mouth and licking
the digit clean while Iruka watched. “Don't I look sexy with
your cum on me like this, sensei?” he continued the game from
before. “I'm sorry Chouji couldn't make it, but is just me
enough?”

Iruka shuddered, biting the inside
of his cheek at the words and the incredible view. Shikamaru Nara,
apparently, didn't need any training in acting like a whore, but
they'd only made it through half of their training regimen and the
Nara was looking very inviting and very, very hard to turn down.

“Sh-Shikamaru...”

“I want to feel you inside,
sensei,” the Nara continued, leaning back onto his elbows and
lifting his hips to expose his anus further. “Please?
Iruka-sensei. I want to be fucked really hard by you. Right now, my
only fantasy is to have your pretty dick plundering my tight
asshole.”

“S-stop talking like that,”
Iruka sputtered. The words alone were enough to arouse Iruka again,
but add to that the view and the fact that the more perverted things
Shikamaru said, the harder the teen became and Iruka was helpless.
Shikamaru Nara, at this moment, was something pulled right out of one
of Iruka's most elaborate wet dreams.

Shikamaru moaned a little and let
his hand slide down between his legs to start stroking himself. “But
senseiii,” he
said with a playful whine. “I can't help it. I want you so
bad.” He sucked his middle finger into his mouth before rolling
over, sticking his hips into the air so Iruka had the perfect view of
his pucker as he began to slip the digit into his own ass. “...right
here. Iruka-sensei...I'll stretch it for you, you don't have to do
any of the work, but I need it, your juicy cock thrusting in me...”
he started weaseling another finger in, but it was then that Iruka's
resolve broke and he climbed onto the bed, tongue going straight for
Shikamaru's slightly stretched anus, licking the rim only cursorily
before removing the Nara's digits and replacing them with his tongue.

Shikamaru smirked into the blankets.
It didn't take much convincing with Iruka at all, not that he was
complaining. He hadn't been sure how many fingers he could get inside
before it started to really hurt, but the tongue job felt damn good.
He had no intention of letting Iruka know, but in reality he'd never
had much by way of anal pleasure before – a little, Gaara and
he sometimes fingered each other, but two or three fingers was the
most he'd ever had and never a cock. He wasn't opposed to firsts
though – if fingers felt as good as they did then cock, once
he'd had it, would probably be even better if he could overlook a bit
of pain – though he was secretly glad that Iruka, while nicely
sized, wasn't a monster below the belt like so many Konoha men. He
felt the man slide two of his own fingers in and encouraged him with
a soft moan and a faint hiss of “Sensei...”

Iruka shuddered in delight, already
rock hard again just from Shikamaru's teasing. His fantasy had fully
overwhelmed his morals now and every time the Nara called him
'sensei' in that husky tone he just wanted to fuck him harder and
harder.

Shikamaru kept his breathing
measured, sensing Iruka's impatience by how quickly he added the
third finger and stretched and searched his innards. When he found
his prostate Shikamaru's back arched. “Ah! Iruka-sensei! Gods,
yes, right there...”

Iruka responded by rubbing it a
little, leaving the Nara writhing. He felt it so infrequently that
it felt all the more intense for it and Shikamaru panted and moaned
with abandon. “Ah, Sensei, yes...please...more, give me
more...Iruka-sensei...”

Iruka didn't need to be asked again
and positioned himself between the Nara's thighs, sliding in doggie
style, tan hands resting on much paler hips.

Shikamaru bit the inside of his
cheek against the initial pain but forced himself to moan in pleasure
anyway. “Sensei, yes, aah, fuck me...”

With a plea like that Iruka had a
hard time controlling himself. He was seldom on top and Shikamaru's
tight ass was nearly enough to make him climax again on the spot but
he bit his lip, moaning, and after taking a minute to regain his
composure—which Shikamaru was secretly grateful for as it gave
him a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation—Iruka began
to thrust with long, slow strokes.

“Iruka-sensei, your dick feels
so good...” Shikamaru moaned in that husky tone. By the time
he said it it wasn't a lie. The pain subsided almost instantly and
he fisted the blankets, honestly enjoying the sensation of a hard
cock sliding in and out of his ass, but the slow pace was something
he found he could only stand for so long and soon his moan was
protest. “Harder, sensei, please,” he said. “Fuck
me hard. Aah, Iruka-sensei, faster, please...”

Iruka was in no position to protest,
his own hormones spindling out of control and started pumping the
Nara hard and fast, periodically brushing his prostate, but not
regularly enough that Shikamaru was ever prepared for it when it
happened.

Shikamaru writhed and moaned with
abandon beneath him, and the faster and harder Iruka fucked him the
more vocal the Nara got. “Sensei! Yes, god yes, like that,
hard, yes, fuck! Ah, Sensei your cock is great!” He would
curse in bliss every time Iruka hit his prostate and before long the
older man started to aim for it, moaning 'Shikamaru' in delight and
responding in kind. “Your ass is so tight and hot,
Shika—ah—shikamaru...it's like it's trying to swallow my
cock whole.”

“Ah, it is, Sensei, I can't
get enough!” Shikamaru replied in kind, hand snaking down
between his legs to jerk himself off in time with Iruka's thrusts,
his large cock so hard it ached and needed some attention. The
Nara's overactive brain remembered vaguely that he was supposed to be
playing the part of a whore so he didn't curb his dirty mouth in the
slightest. “You make me so hot, Sensei, I'm masturbating while
you fuck me, that's how much you turn me
on...aah...oooh....please...Iruka-sensei, fill me up with your hot
cum soon...”

Iruka wouldn't have been able to
deny the request if he wanted to. He was so close already, but
Shikamaru masturbating while he was fucked was a view he didn't think
he could resist seeing first hand and slipped out, much to the Nara's
protest to flop the boy onto his back before ramming his cock back
in, facing one another now.

Shikamaru cried out as his prostate
was drilled again. “Sennnseeeei...”

“Don't stop touching
yourself, Shikamaru,” Iruka said. “Let me see you
masturbate while I fuck you up the ass.”

“Nngh. Ah, Y-yes Sensei,”
Shikamaru said, sliding both hands between his legs and using one to
palm his balls, the other to eagerly stroke his cock. “A-aah,
Sensei, the harder you fuck me, the faster I'll jerk
off...soo...nnghh...ah...fuck me hard.”

Iruka panted hoarsely, pounding
Shikamaru as fast and hard as his body would allow him to move,
staring unabashedly at the hands flying over the Nara's large cock.
Shikamaru's head thrashed wildly as he moaned 'sensei' over and over
again until he tensed, squeezing Iruka's cock into him hard enough
that it almost felt like he was trying to pull it off and keep it
deep in his ass for all time. His balls twitched and a second heavy
load of seed splattered violently across his chest and stomach, this
time his own.

Iruka followed immediately, moaning
loudly as he gushed into the Nara's hole filling him to the brim with
his seed before collapsing on top of him, licking a splatter of cum
off of the Nara's collarbone, the rest squished between them. He
didn't care right now as he tried to regain his breath and his brain.

Once he did, he slipped out and fell
to the side, watching as Shikamaru rolled over and smirked, giving
him a cum flavored kiss—apparently some of the seed had
splattered into the Nara's mouth. Iruka didn't mind it one bit,
actually. When the Nara pulled back, a mischievous glint in his
eyes, Iruka blinked. “What is it?” he asked.

“I think that's a job well
done,” the Nara said. “Deep down, we're both whores.”

Iruka blushed a little, but
Shikamaru apparently wasn't done, leaning down and giving his former
teacher's nipple a little love bite.

“Sh-shikamaru!”

“Iruka-sensei?” the Nara
asked, waiting until he had the man's full and undivided attention.
“How does it feel to take one of your former students' anal
virginity? Did it live up to the fantasy?”

Iruka's eyes widened. Virgi--
“Y-you!”

Shikamaru nodded slyly. “I've
had fingers up my ass before,” he said, “but yours is the
first cock, your cum is the first to fill me up, and you filled me a
lot. Feels good.”

Iruka blinked. He'd just taken
Shikamaru's anal virginity? And he didn't even know? He remembered
how the Nara had begged for it so wantonly and shuddered. “Better
than the fantasy,” he admitted.

Shikamaru smirked and sat up,
straddling the teacher's hips. “Maybe we can do it again some
time,” he said. “No training, no missions, just for
fun.” He smirked. “Between one whore and another.”

Iruka flushed a little. He had a
feeling in the future he was going to have all new fantasies
involving both his usual lover, Kakashi, and the incredibly appealing
Nara Shikamaru ... together. “If it comes to that,” he
said after a stretch, “I'll make sure to have some new
fantasies ready for you.”

Shikamaru smirked in good humor.
“As long as none of them involve me in a schoolgirl's outfit,”
he replied, “I'm open to all sorts of possibilities ...sensei.”

~TBC~

To My Awesome Reviewers:

llyoung:
Not a problem. He's my favorite, so if I'm going to write about a
Naruto Character getting plenty of ass, it's going to be Shikamaru.

Tokyo-Princess:
Well then I'll console you by
telling you there are only going to be a few het pairings—most
of the pairings here are yaoi, and if you change your mind I doubt
you'll miss any of my sparse plot by skipping over them. I'm trying
to write this story in such a way that each chapter can stand
relatively on its own if I pulled them apart. It's going to be 10+
chapters of smut, so throwing in some het will be a good way to mix
it up for me so I don't lose interest. (Like I can lose interest in
Shikamaru getting laid over and over again, heh, but you know.)

As for updates, this one was fast! In reality though they'll
probably be erratic. I've got a busy life and am also working on a
(not nearly as pervy) original novel, gift art for christmas for some
of my nearest and dearest online friends, and have two very
distracting roommates. I'll try to keep them at least remotely
frequent, but unfortunately can't make any promises at this point in
time.

Cynaga:
Hah! Well, I didn't say it was
realistic, but with PWP anything goes! (That's my theory and I'm
sticking to it.) I'm actually not so much into Kiba and Kankuro, but
I do admit to a certain adorableness of the 'cats and dogs' thing and
I figure if anyone is going to tell the whole town, it'll be those
two.

Thanks
for the reviews guys! They made my day (and made me want to write
faster). Hope this chapter lives up to the last one.
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