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The Price of Fame	By : Infek Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 3799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Reconnection
Shikamaru let his hand holding a burning cigarette hanging out of his window and frowned as he saw the many reporters chasing him. He trusted that Neji really knew what he was getting himself into because after tonight, there would be no turning back and he would experience the joys of being chased by those mosquitoes every single day. It was to be expected that every single paparazzo in Konoha would be following him since it was the first time he returned here after his highly discussed appearance in that gossip-magazine. They would eat their heart out as they would find him entering Neji’s apartment building. He took a drag from his cigarette and turned the corner. Only two streets away from Neji’s apartment now. By the time he had parked nearby, reporters were already swarming his car but he just grabbed his wallet and shoved it in the back pocket of his loose black jeans and closed his car.
“He’s at his apartment building!” he heard many photographers scream into their phone, their cameras clicking away. Shikamaru shook his head at the stupidity of it all. He crossed the street and entered the building. The moment the elevator doors slid closed, he leaned against the wall and was glad for the momentary peace. His brain mulled over the last conversation he’d had with Neji, now three days ago and then it hit him. How was he supposed to act; as the boyfriend or a friend? He sighed and decided to let Neji take the lead and he would just go with it. He reached the top floor and walked out of the elevator, knocking on the only door there was. He heard many shouts coming from behind the door and smirked. Neji’s house-mates sounded insane but fairly amusing.
“Sakura, get away from that door. I swear I will shave your head if you don’t sit down!” he heard Neji yell.
“You’re forgetting I know how much you love your own hair. You’d better learn to sleep with one eye open then, prettyboy.” Shikamaru’s smirk grew wider as he heard Neji’s nickname. It really was too appropriate. Finally, the door opened and Neji slipped out, closing it again. He quickly pulled Shikamaru’s head lower and kissed him deeply, quickly gaining an enthusiastic response. Then he was pushed away though and getting a punch on his arm.
“Anything you’d like to tell me, mister celebrity?”
Shikamaru shook his head, his ponytail swaying with the movement. “That’s about it.”
“You’re so annoying!” Neji groaned exasperatedly before opening the door and dragging him inside. Four pairs of eyes stared back at them.
“It’s really him!” a pink-haired girl finally said. She stepped closer and bowed slightly. “I’m Sakura and this is my boyfriend Sasuke.” She pointed at a guy about his age with spiky black hair and a tiny frown. He only gave Shikamaru a nod and Shikamaru lifted his hand in response. Next to him sat a man he suspected to be Sasuke’s brother since they were so alike, only that he stood up and walked up to him.
“I’m Itachi. We talked on the phone. And that is my boyfriend Kisame.” He pointed to a bulky man with deep blue hair and beady eyes.
“Nice to meet you all.”
“Not as nice as it was to meet Neji, I’m sure,” Sasuke spoke with a smirk. Shikamaru snorted a laugh.
“Die, Sasuke,” Neji said icily.
“Hey! Don’t threaten Sasuke!” Sakura butted in.
“We have a guest,” Itachi sing-songed, making them all shut up, peering over at Shikamaru to gauge his reaction. He just shrugged and stared right back.
“Dinner should be about done. Itachi has been cooking all afternoon,” Sasuke jabbed, looking at his brother who only gave him a cold glare.
“If I didn’t cook, you would be starved, otouto. Kisame, remind me to go buy some rat poison again.”
Sasuke’s eyes grew horrified. “You swore you wouldn’t put that into my food again.” They all moved to the dining-area, the two brothers still arguing.
Shikamaru turned to Neji. “He really put rat poison in his brother’s food?”
Neji laughed as he remembered it. “It was so hilarious. Sasuke only got really sick but he was so weak Itachi dressed him up in a bunny-seat and took pictures of it.” He grabbed Shikamaru’s hand and led him towards the kitchen.
“And what had he done?”
“Called Itachi the perfect house-wife. Just a bit of advice, never make Itachi your enemy. You wouldn’t believe the stunts he pulled with other people.” Shikamaru didn’t doubt a word, especially after hearing he had poisoned his younger brother.

Shikamaru and Neji sat down and filled their plate with a wide assortment of food.
“So, Shikamaru. What are your intentions with our cute Neji-chan?” Itachi asked lightly.
Shikamaru quirked an eyebrow and took a sip from his wine. “That depends entirely on Neji and whether or not he’s willing to deal with the paparazzi and with me too of course.”
“Neji did cry after that first day of being faced with the paparazzi.” Neji gasped, throwing a vicious glare at Sasuke, who only cocked his head smirking.
“I did no such thing!”
“Yes, you did.” A knife flew through the room and lodged itself in the small stretch of wood visible on Sasuke’s chair. Sasuke looked from the knife to a triumphant Neji and shook his head.
“You might have noticed Neji has a slight anger-issue,” he said to Shikamaru, pulling out the knife and calmly slicing his food with it.

Shikamaru, who had kept silent up until then, now burst out in laughter. Neji and his room-mates were completely and hilariously insane but most importantly, none of them acted like a star struck fan. He did sober up as he saw the confused glances he received and then it hit him that they considered their behaviour to be perfectly normal. Oh, he would have fun here.

Shikamaru looked around the bedroom and he quite liked it. It was dressed in warm colours with a large bed and a desk, two doors probably leading to a bathroom and a closet. He wanted to turn around but was pounced and he fell on the bed, Neji grinning down at him.
“Do you have to be somewhere tonight?” Shikamaru shook his head, liking where this was going.
“Do you perhaps…want to stay?” He noticed Neji had a slight falter in his speech and a blush on his cheeks – actually, that blush had been there all evening already – as he asked this.
“Why are you acting so shy?” Neji bit his lip in doubt. “Because I’ve never had a relationship before. This is a relationship, right? I mean, if you want to of course. You don’t have to do anything-“ His mouth was caught in a kiss and his brain shut down. He hated that he was acting so insecure but he honestly couldn’t help it since he was hesitating on how to progress with this whole crazy situation. He liked Shikamaru, wanted a relationship with him even and that was a first in his life. But a relationship was still uncharted territory.
“I want a relationship with you, judging by tonight, we’re in a relationship and god yes, I want to stay here.” Neji got a pleased smile on his face. A flash of light broke the romantic moment and they looked out of the window and saw a photographer actually standing on the balcony of the penthouse across the street. Neji’s mouth fell open but then he growled. Another set of embarrassing pictures ending in a magazine. He stormed off the bed and walked to the window, closing the thick curtains of the three large windows.
“I hope you’ll be able to get used to this eventually,” Shikamaru sighed. Neji checked the windows, making sure they were properly closed and turned back to the bed. The thought popped up that this was the first time that he had someone he had sex with in his own bed.
“Is your band really that famous?” he asked as he settled himself on the bed next to Shikamaru. The man held up his pack of cigarettes in question and Neji rummaged in his night table for something that could pass as an ashtray.
“Sadly enough, yes. I can make a living out of something I enjoy doing but there are many disadvantages. And what about you? Are you really that loaded?” Shikamaru asked, smirking around the burning cigarette clenched between his teeth.
“Well, when I graduate I will become the CEO of my family’s company so then, I’ll be loaded. Now, I’m living of a trust fund.” He had no problem easily admitting that he was well taken care off by his family, something other people had often tried to use against him but if his grades were less than perfect, he could forget about his monthly allowance. Nothing ever came for free.
Shikamaru stroked his hand through Neji’s long hair and saw pearlescent eyes closing at the soothing feeling. Even if Neji lashed out often, he was just like a kitten when relaxed. A mental image of Neji with cat ears appeared and he carefully stored it in his memory, saving it for future purposes.
Neji crawled on top of him and plucked the cigarette from his mouth, putting it out in the dish and kissed him, holding his head between his hands to deepen it. Shikamaru pushed their lower bodies together and grinned as Neji released his grip, moaning with eyes clenched shut. They both fumbled out of their clothes and Neji leaned to the side to search for the tube of lube he knew he had in the cupboard. He fell down on the bed and turned his body so he was laying on his back as his growing erection was encased in a wet mouth, the lube momentarily forgotten. A whine left him as Shikamaru moved up his body until they were facing each other and glared as the other smirked at him with his hand stretched out to look for the lube himself.
“Found it,” Shikamaru idly commented.
Neji quirked an eyebrow. “Do you expect me to do a happy-dance or something?”
Lips settled against his ear and he shuddered a bit as a breath of air hit the sensitive skin. “You dancing on my cock will do just fine.” He slapped Shikamaru on the side of his head while wrapping his legs around his waist.
“You’re such a pervert.”
“Never claimed I wasn’t.” In a fluid motion, Neji rolled them around so he was on top again and turned so he could easily give attention to Shikamaru’s semi-hard erection and have his own be trapped in a hot mouth again. Relaxing his throat, he took in Shikamaru’s cock to the hilt and heard muffled moans. As a precaution, he held tanned hips so he wouldn’t choke as he repeated the motion several times but found it harder and harder to focus as Shikamaru grazed his teeth over his own sensitive cock. He swirled his tongue over the head in a fast pace and knew Shikamaru was close to orgasm. Bobbing his head up and down, he felt jets of semen landing on his tongue and swallowed as much as he could, cringing at the faintly bitter taste.
Suddenly, he was lifted and slammed down on the bed but before he could voice his protest, Shikamaru swallowed his straining erection and he felt a lubed finger against his anus. Shoving his body towards him, the finger entered him and he groaned as it flexed and rubbed his prostate. Soon, a second joined the other and he enthusiastically moved his hips. By the third, he was slightly sweating and craving to be fucked within an inch of his life. He leaned on his elbows and glared at Shikamaru. “Fuck me. Now!” he barked out.
Shikamaru looked at him, humour sparkling in his eyes but lathered his cock with some lube before swiftly entering and burying himself to the hilt. “Better?”
Neji clenched his jaws, trying to deal with the pain but refused to admit defeat. “Much,” he hissed. Luckily, Shikamaru did let him stretch and the pain wilted away. Wrapping his legs around his waist again, he turned them over so he was, yet again on top but this time he intended to stay there. Positioning his hands on Shikamaru’s chest, he lifted himself before sinking back down again and scoffed as Shikamaru calmly bent his arms and supported his head on them, clearly planning to just lay back and reap the benefits of having Neji do all the work. He leaned down and harshly kissed him, trying to coax him to move his hips and was pleasantly surprised when Shikamaru moved fast and grabbed his hips, slamming his own upwards. The high-pitched shriek that left him was really quite embarrassing but there would be another time to worry about that.
His erection was already dripping with pre-cum but he feared that if he wrapped a hand around it, he would topple over since the pace was so fast. Setting his arms straighter, he gasped as his prostate was ruthlessly stimulated and moved his hips as much as he could to keep up. In his mind he was cursing Shikamaru to hell for once again taking control even though he was on top but his body was melting in every touch and moved along in the motions Shikamaru had set. He already felt his body tensing up and his head fell back as his orgasm washed over him, wetness landing on both their chests. Shikamaru released his grasp and he quickly used it to his advantage, slamming his body downwards to give him a mind-blowing orgasm, just like one he had experienced.
Shikamaru moaned, a low rumble in his throat as he looked at Neji, the blush on his cheeks and simply enough being sex-incarnate at that moment – not that he didn’t look incredibly attractive with clothes on. His long hair was swaying with his movements and his pale and slender body was trembling from the after-effects of his orgasm. His eyes fell closed as he reached his climax and spilled his cum inside Neji. He could vaguely feel Neji’s hands slipping from his sweaty chest and another body crashing on top of him as his conscious drew a blank.
“That was good,” he heard being whispered.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
They suddenly heard a round of applause from just behind the door and catcalls. Neji buried his head in a pillow and stomped his feet against the mattress in a little tantrum. Did they have to embarrass him every time!?
“Oi, shut up,” he heard Shikamaru yell and indeed, the noise outside died down and they heard footsteps disappearing. He looked up at him and saw him shrugging. “Figured they could handle it.”
Neji snorted in laughter and lifted the covers before crawling under, dragging Shikamaru with him. “Think you can handle them?”
“I know I can.” Shikamaru’s confidence was admirable and he feared he would need it if they continued this… thing they had. His own confidence had quickly been brought down a few notches after being faced with the wrath of the Uchiha brothers. “Night.”
“Goodnight,” Neji scoffed. Was it really that heard to pronounce on extra syllable? During sex, he didn’t seem to mind speaking up.
“You’re troublesome,” Shikamaru yawned.
“And you’re lazy.” Regardless, he crawled closer to Shikamaru and buried his head in the man’s neck.
“Goodnight.” Neji had to smile as he heard it. Neji 1 – Shikamaru 0.

He came out of the bedroom, squeezing the excess water out of his hair and noticed Shikamaru was awake. He gave him a small smile and walked over.
“Ohayo.” He planted a kiss on Shikamaru’s lips and wanted to go grab some clothes but arms held him firmly.
“Do you have anything to do today?” Neji shook his head. “Want to come to the studio with me for a while and afterwards we’ll go out for dinner.”
Neji’s mouth fell open. “Oh Kami, I’m seriously in a relationship!”
Shikamaru snickered, not in the least perturbed by Neji’s bizarre response. If he may say so himself, he was a very easy person to be in a relationship with since he himself was so lazy that he never expected much from his partner. He would get Neji used to the idea of a relationship before long because after having had his first taste of this delectable person, he wasn’t planning on letting Neji go anytime soon. “That a yes?”
Neji snapped out of his daze. “Yes. Now let me get dressed.”
“No.” Shikamaru pulled Neji back under the blankets and before long had him riding his cock, writhing and moaning on top of him. He seriously wasn’t difficult to coerce into having sex.

Two hours later, a freshly-showered Neji and Shikamaru stepped out of the bathroom and Neji pulled open his closet. “I doubt my clothes will fit you. I’ll go raid Itachi’s closet.” While Shikamaru wasn’t exceptionally larger, a few centimetres could still make the difference. He picked out a semi-tight dark jeans, a long-sleeved white shirt and another black loose woollen sweater. He had piles of those because they were just so comfortable and he could get away with wearing them. Quickly dressing himself, he motioned Shikamaru to wait and walked to Itachi’s bedroom. He knew they were all alone in the house and so just waltzed right in. He grinned as he pulled open Itachi’s closet. The man had so many clothes that he had needed to expand his closet space. Skimming through, he mulled over possible combinations when he was pulled against a hard body he recognized as Shikamaru’s.
“Anything in here you like?”
“It’s practically a store,” Shikamaru snorted. He looked around and pulled out comfortable-looking ripped jeans and a white long-sleeve. He put them on and they walked out of the closet. “You ready to go?” Neji held up his index-finger and walked back to his bedroom, grabbing his wallet and cell phone and hastily tying his scarf around his neck. He took a second to collect himself, preparing for what was to come. It felt good to know his own family and those he considered family were supporting a relationship with him and Shikamaru. And he really liked Shikamaru… He shook his head, berating himself for sounding like a love-sick teenager.
Shikamaru grabbed his hand as they were in the elevator. “You sure about this?”
Neji smiled shakily. “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”
“You want to walk outside separately?”
“No!” The answer came so quick Neji slapped a hand in front of his mouth. Shikamaru pried the hand away and kissed him.
“It doesn’t hurt your pride to want support from others, ‘kay? It’s logical you don’t want to face those bloodhounds alone since you’re not used to them and they are annoyingly persistent. But thank you for giving this a chance, even though you clearly hate the paparazzi.” Neji frowned. Shikamaru really did pick up on things easily. But maybe he was right. It made sense in his head, at least.
The doors slid open and they walked out, already hearing the excited shouts at catching them together, holding each other’s hand. Shikamaru tightened his grip on Neji’s hand as he wormed them through the mass of reporters and opened the car, Neji hurrying to get in on the other side. Shikamaru didn’t even give a warning as he nearly stormed out of his parking space.
“Is it normal that they are following us so persistently?” Neji asked as he peered in the rear-view mirror, seeing the photographers making some very dangerous manoeuvres.
Shikamaru stopped at the red light and retied his ponytail. “As long as they only drive themselves off the road, I don’t give a fuck what they do.” He looked at Neji and gave him a small smile. “Just learn to ignore them.”

Neji huffed. Easier said than done.
[-]
“Shika, is that you? We need to talk about that bass-line. I don’t know…” A guy with messy brown hair and a dog by his side entered the entrance of the studio to find indeed his band mate but with him quite an unexpected guest. “No fucking way! Naruto, get over here! Shika brought his boyfriend!” Neji slowly went to stand behind Shikamaru, his eyes fixated on the passageway. A loud and rumbling noise came closer and closer before an orange blur attached itself to Shikamaru and nearly knocked him on the ground. As the blur stood up, Naruto saw another mess of blond hair – what was it with musicians and their untidy hair? – and a big shit-eating grin.
“Shikamaru, tell it straight. Are you and Neji together?”
“No, he’s my shōgi-partner.” Neji bit his lip to suppress a burst of laughter as he saw the blond looking confused for a ridiculously long time before pointing a finger at them in accusation.
“Y-you…”
Shikamaru sighed. “Yes, Naruto?”
“Um… I forgot. Anyways,” Naruto bounced. “What’s going on?”
“Neji, this is Kiba, our guitarist and Naruto, our singer. Where’s Chōji?” Naruto and Kiba looked at each other in shock before turning their shocked gazes at Neji.
“You don’t know Kagemane?” Neji shook his head nonchalantly. “And you’re now dating the engine behind Kagemane.”
“Apparently.”
Kiba clacked his tongue. “Shika, how can you be with someone that doesn’t even know our band?”
Shikamaru took Neji’s hand and led him further in, the others quickly following. “You do realize that you’re biased since you’re in the band? Not everyone knows us and I seriously don’t see the problem with dating someone that didn’t recognize me.”
Naruto let out a laugh. “For someone that doesn’t like to be in the public’s eye, you certainly do your best to promote Kagemane as much as you can.”
Shikamaru stopped abruptly and Neji bumped into him, staggering a bit. An arm was wrapped around his waist to steady him and stayed there. “I like Kagemane, I’ll do anything for the band but I hate all the other things involved. That’s why we have two such attention-whores like you and Kiba to divert the attention away from me. If you want anything changed before I do the final mixing, write it down. I’m leaving in five minutes so you’d better hurry.” Neji grinned as he saw Shikamaru’s business-side and decided that he liked it. Straight to the point and driving a hard bargain.
He was dragged down another hallway and they entered the actual studio and Neji raised his eyebrow as he saw the excessive amount of buttons and levers. Shikamaru sat down on the office-chair and quickly did what he needed to and Neji turned his gaze around the room, noticing the many pictures on the walls. Stepping closer, he realised they were all magazine-clippings featuring Kagemane. One in particular caught his attention since it contained a picture of Shikamaru on stage, his bare chest covered in sweat and eyes closed in concentration, a pleased smirk on his lips. He unconsciously bit his lip, wishing they were still in his bedroom.
Shikamaru shut the laptop, having gathered everything he needed to finish the album in his home-studio and turned in the chair. Neji was entranced with one of the articles on the wall and he took this time to let his eyes roam over that gorgeous body, taking in every minute detail. Even if it turned out that they weren’t compatible or that Neji couldn’t deal with the press, he would still forever be glad for having this time with him. He did honestly like him since he posed a challenge and wasn’t just a meek sheep. Sliding his arms around a narrow waist, he pulled Neji flush against his chest and kissed him in the neck.
“Is it really a problem that I don’t know your band?” Neji asked softly, although there was not a hint of insecurity. His pride just didn’t allow it.
Shikamaru snorted in laughter. “I’m willing to go to a temple and give an offering to each god there is for meeting someone who doesn’t know Kagemane. It’s too troublesome to have sex with someone who is willing to spill every detail to the media. Do you have classes tomorrow?”
Neji shook his head, slightly relieved that it really wasn’t a problem, although his band mates seemed to think otherwise. But why should he care about them? It’s Shikamaru he’s having sex with, not them.
“Want to spend the night at my place?”
Neji shrugged. “Sure.”
The arms around his waist were released and a hand grabbed his. “Then we have to leave right now if we want to get to Suna before dinner-time.”
“Wait, what!? Suna?”
[-]
“You sure about this?” Shikamaru asked as he looked at his boyfriend sitting next to them in the limousine. He unconsciously licked his lips as his eyes roved over that perfect body. Long legs were wrapped in a tight-fitting dark grey pair of jeans and he had on a white V-necked shirt on top and a simple black cardigan, both leaving very little to the imagination, his hair unbound and swaying with every swerve of the car. “C’me here,” he said and Neji smirked at him, straddling Shikamaru’s legs.
Honestly, every cell in Neji’s body was screaming at him not to go through with this but how could he escape when Itachi was blackmailing him into this? He had been thirteen and had never drunk alcohol before. Not his fault he discovered his sexuality at that moment. But he didn’t want to imagine Sakura’s reaction as she saw the pictures of him and Sasuke nearly naked and their bodies in very close proximity. He just had to hold on a few hours and then he had another year to mentally prepare him for this understated purgatory, this recently-added – only in Neji’s mind of course – eight circle of hell.
Neji stroked some loose hairs in Shikamaru’s ponytail back and checked the rest of his appearance. Biting his lip, he could barely prevent yelling to the driver to turn around and get them home to lock themselves up in the bedroom for a few days. Or weeks. Shikamaru had on a blue pair of jeans, the many cuts in it giving peeks of sun-tanned legs and tucked into loosely-tied combats, his chest only covered by a white long-sleeved shirt, his favourite outfit but it still managed to turn him on every time he saw Shikamaru in it. Neji slid his hands under it and brought their mouths together. The kiss rapidly turned more heated and Neji cursed all the gods since they didn’t have any time to do anything more.
“Almost there, Nej. If you get sick of it, just walk through to the entrance.” Neji gave him one last kiss before sliding off his lap, quickly raking his fingers through his hair.

The car stopped and their door was opened for them. Immediately, people started yelling Shikamaru’s name but the man calmly walked out, waiting for Neji to stand beside him. Neji set his leather boots on the ground and cursed Itachi once again. He felt an arm being wrapped loosely around his arm and they stepped onto the red carpet. First there was the area of the photographers to go through and then that of the fans. Neji didn’t know which one he hated the most.
As Shikamaru talked to the reporters, he stared at his surroundings, leaning into the touch around his arm. Damn Itachi and his wicked ways… Now he was stuck here at the TVfM Awards Ceremony.

“So, Neji-kun, how are Shikamaru’s bedroom-qualities?” Neji looked up startled at the question and he glanced at Shikamaru, wondering what he should do. Shikamaru shrugged.
“I wouldn’t be standing here if they were horrendous, now would I?” He heard Shikamaru snort in laughter. The reporter snickered at Neji’s sarcasm.
“So no complaints in that area?”
“Should we make a sex-tape and put it on the internet? Then you can be the judge.” Neji rolled his eyes at Shikamaru who was trying to not burst out in laughter, hiding his head in Neji’s hair.
“What about the rumours that you two are going to get married?”
Shikamaru lifted his arm so it was laying across Neji’s neck. “Meh, troublesome.” The fan-section apparently heard because they all cheered as they noticed him being his typical self.
“So no marriage coming up soon?” the reporter insisted. She reminded Neji of a bulldog; she just wouldn’t let go. He really didn’t like her.
Neji scoffed. “He’s too lazy to get on his knee.” He did frown as he thought of the past night and how Shikamaru had been more than wiling in fact to get on his knees.
“But you’d look so pretty in a dress,” Shikamaru whispered. Neji fixed him with a glare but Shikamaru only kissed him lightly. He really needed to work on his death-glares. Nobody seemed even the least bit deterred by them lately.
“Any special reason why you decided to come with Shikamaru to the awards-ceremony? It’s the first time you’ve accompanied him to such a thing even though you’ve been dating for more than a year.”
Neji’s face turned sour as he thought of Itachi dangling those (copied) pictures in front of him. He still needed to search for the negatives. “I was blackmailed into it.”

Shikamaru looked at him questioningly but he waved him off. “I’ll explain when we get inside.”
One of the executives ushered them further towards the fan-section and they all screamed as Shikamaru neared, holding out posters and pens. Shikamaru quickly scribbled some autographs, shaking his head as he heard the numerous declarations of never-ending love. He turned back to Neji and wrapped his arm around that slender neck again, holding him close.
“We love you, Shikaneji!” Both froze as they heard their new ‘name’ before Neji hung his head in defeat. His cell phone went off and he picked up.
“Shikaneji, I can’t believe we didn’t think of that! Say hi to your better half,” Sakura’s overly enthusiastic voice sounded.
“Want to go find another apartment?” Neji muttered.
Shikamaru shook his head. “First you’re going to tell me about that blackmailing.”
Neji sighed deeply. “Just to remind you, me and Sasuke were thirteen and had never drank alcohol before!” Both Shikamaru’s eyebrows rose now. This was going to be interesting.

“I was thinking we go search for an apartment for us,” Neji said, his voice nearly drowning in the constant screaming of the audience.
“Sure, I’m practically living with you anyway.” Neji smiled satisfied. Although he wouldn’t easily admit it, this was one of the reasons he loved Shikamaru so much. Decisions that would need a lot of time for consideration with other couples were always so easily made with him and Shikamaru. He looked at him, seeing him slumped down in his seat, barely following the events around him. Neji leaned over and gave him a kiss. Shikamaru smiled, stretching his arm out and Neji sidled into the warm space.
“And the winners are Kagemane with their album ‘Chokehold’!” Shikamaru let his head fall back. Just when he and Neji were sitting comfortable, he had to get up to receive that stupid award. And to think he could have recorded a video-message. Damn record-company for forcing him into this. He and Naruto walked onto the stage – how Kiba and Chōji had managed to get out of this, he still had no idea – and Naruto held the award above his head, grinning like a maniac.
He leaned near the microphone while keeping his eyes trained on Shikamaru. “Let’s hope we start recording our next album soon ‘cause our brain here suddenly doesn’t have a lot of time anymore!” The crowd let out a disappointed gasp. Shikamaru slapped Naruto over the head, successfully making his head thump against the microphone standard and Naruto cried out in surprise and slight pain.
“What!? It’s true, isn’t it? And let me tell you, when they’re together, they can be lou-oud!” Everyone knew who was meant with ‘they’ and some people started cheering. Shikamaru pushed Naruto to the side, not in the least bit perturbed at the many giggles rising up from the audience.
“Thanks for the award, and if all things go well, you can expect a new album from us by the end of the year.” He walked to the backstage-area and was surprised to see Neji there, a flustered and aggravated look on his face.
“Naruto, I’m going to kill you!” Neji screamed as he stormed past him and he quickly grabbed him by the waist, praising himself lucky that his boyfriend was such a lightweight.

“Let me go, Shika. I’ll rip his fucking throat out.”
Shikamaru hoisted him over his shoulder, smirking at the many amused glances they got from the other artists in the area. “Naruto is our vocalist, love. We really need his throat.”
“I’ll tear each fucking limb off one by one. I’ll rip his heart out and feed it to his dog.” Neji’s tirade kept going on until Naruto was out of sight. “Hey, where are we going?”
“I have a backstage-room since I’m performing later on with Swarm.” Neji stopped struggling completely, for the moment content with staring at Shikamaru’s ass. Really, in this upside-down position, it seemed even more attractive. A door closed and was locked behind him and he was put to his feet. In less than a second, their lips met and they were hurriedly pulling at each other’s clothing.
Neji clawed at his torso, sucking viciously on the skin of his neck and Shikamaru leaned his head back, continuing to undress Neji. He cried out softly as the skin on his neck was abused up to the point of pain but let Neji do as he pleased, knowing how much he liked to let the rest of the world know he belonged to him. He was quite possessive really.
As soon as they both were naked, Shikamaru guided him over to the sofa, making him bend over the seating and kneeled behind him, stroking the soft skin of his cheeks before spreading them. Neji toppled over, biting a pillow he found as he felt Shikamaru’s tongue licking his anus. Even though it was quite dirty, he always loved it and spread his legs more. Covering his growing erection with his hand, he jerked it a few times but Shikamaru stopped him and swiftly turned him around, taking him into his mouth. He gasped and took off Shikamaru’s hair band, burying his hands in the soft locks for support.
A disappointed whine escaped him as his erection was released from the wet mouth but Shikamaru kissed him and he held him close, rubbing their hips together. “Fuck me,” he breathed against Shikamaru’s lips and felt a grin spreading on the other’s face.
“Wait a sec.” Neji saw him rummaging in the pockets of his jeans and retrieve a small tube of lubricant and he grinned. He should have known he had planned something like this. He was pushed to the make-up table and faced a large mirror. In the reflection, he saw Shikamaru coming to stand behind him and wrapping arms around his waist.
“Bend your legs,” Shikamaru commanded. As he did so, Shikamaru lifted him until he was kneeling on the table and heard a moan as brown eyes took in every detail of his naked body. Smirking cockily, he wrapped a hand around his cock and rocked his hips, eyes fixated on Shikamaru’s face. The little show made the arms around his hips tighten and deciding to take it one step further, he grabbed the lubricant and smeared it over four of his fingers before reaching behind him and letting one finger slip in his anus. Shikamaru stumbled backwards to give him room and his breathing was laboured as he saw his boyfriend fucking himself on his fingers and moaning loudly. In an automatism, he started jerking himself off and groaned as he saw Neji placing a hand on the mirror and with his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the undoubtedly sensational sparks of ecstasy.
He knew how lucky he was that Neji put up with the paparazzi to stay with him and seeing him pleasuring himself strengthened this belief. Neji looked like a fucking god. He now had four fingers inside himself and knew he was prepared enough. Forcing them out, he lathered his erection with the cold substance and shuddered before lining it up with Neji’s anus and sliding the head in. He forced his eyes to stay open so he could see every expression in the mirror’s reflection.
Neji shook his head slightly, trembling as Shikamaru entered him and filled him up more and more. In some bizarre coincidence, he hadn’t tired of doing this with him, even after a year and figured they must be suited for each other. It was pointless to analyze since he really liked Shikamaru. Okay, loved him, there you have it! He let out a choked sob as Shikamaru grazed his prostate and laid his free hand on his hips to force him in deeper. Wriggling his own hips, he smiled pleased as he felt Shikamaru being buried in him to the hilt. Shikamaru kissed his neck and he craned his head so their lips met briefly, both needing this moment to wind down a bit and prepare themselves for what was to come.
Shikamaru pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside before sliding back in and stroked Neji’s chest, to help deal with the slight pain but as was usual, Neji was far too impatient and moved his hips, moaning loudly as his prostate was hit lightly. Deciding to cooperate a bit more, Shikamaru held Neji’s hips firmly before thrusting at an increased speed. He let his head fall back as his erection was irregularly squeezed and both their movements became more hurried as they reached for that satisfaction only an orgasm could give.
Neji rested his forehead against the cold surface of the mirror in an attempt to cool down a bit as he flexed his hips as much as his position let him. The pace slowed down a bit and he felt every ridge on Shikamaru’s erection as it passed his muscle and groaned. He shuffled more to the edge of the table so he could lean forward more and his hands clenched into fists as his prostate received attention.
Shikamaru moved faster again and Neji slammed his hips back, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling the room. Their breaths came out shorter and shorter and Neji curved his back as his orgasm hit him, his ass tightening to keep in Shikamaru as long as possible. Shikamaru ruthlessly thrust in a few more times until he was pulled into a climax and groaned loudly, his grip on Neji’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. The next moment, Neji fell against his chest and he wrapped his arms around him, holding him close and winding down a bit.
“Aishiteru, Nej.”
He could see a lazy smirk forming on Neji’s lips in their reflection. “I know.” Shaking his head, he laughed. Only once had Neji confessed to him that he loved him and that was after keeping him tied to his bed for four hours and denying him an orgasm for the entire time. While it hadn’t been his intention to wring the words out of him, he did consider it a nice side-effect. But even if he didn’t say it, he knew Neji did love him and that was enough for him.
“Shikamaru, are you in here? You have to be on the stage in thirty seconds, man!” Naruto’s voice broke the tranquil moment as he banged on the door for further emphasis.
Shikamaru gently pulled out of Neji but then rubbed his softened penis clean with his shirt and flew into his pants, quickly pulling his boots on. He decided that there was no time to look for another shirt since Neji’s wouldn’t fit comfortably on him. Fuck it. He pressed a kiss on Neji’s lips, and was almost tempted to stay here but Naruto kept slamming his hands against the door. “Meet you back here.”
He unlocked the door and slipped out, making sure no one would see his boyfriend naked. Naruto’s eyes grew as he looked at Shikamaru’s bare chest. “Run, you lazy bastard!”
He just made it into the backstage, just as he retied his hair and Swarm was announced. He cursed himself for accepting their proposition to play guest-drums. Now he had to leave an aroused and naked Neji behind. He walked up on the stage and the whole room burst out in cheering. Everything considered, he knew it was because of his bare chest. How a little bit of skin could wreak havoc on a woman’s sanity, he would never understand. Neji showing a little bit of skin, now that was a whole other matter.
Taking his place behind the drum-set, he waited for the cue before starting to play in sync with the rest of the band. Luckily, it was just one song and only five minutes later, he found himself in the backstage-area again. The members of Swarm came towards him, all grinning madly.
“Your boyfriend really did a number on you. No wonder you were almost late,” Zaku, the singer laughed. Shikamaru looked at him, his confusion clear. Zaku motioned him to turn around and as he did so, he was facing a mirror and could now see the nail-scratches and hickeys Neji had littered over his skin.
“Troublesome,” Shikamaru sighed. “Later.” He went back to his dressing-room and a clothed Neji let him in, closing the door behind them again. Neji yawned, not even bothering to cover his mouth. Shikamaru smiled at seeing Neji in his slightly rumpled state with a sated look on his face. If there ever was such a thing as a happy sex-kitten, he imagined it would look like Neji as he was now.
“Can we go home?” Shikamaru nodded, retying his hair and wiping the sweat off with the already dirty shirt. He hung it in his back pocket and took Neji’s hand, leading him through the maze of hallways before they reached the front entrance. The reporters were yelling questions but they both ignored them, just wanting to go home, take a bath and go to sleep. They settled themselves in the backseat of the limousine and fell asleep, their bodies entangled.
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“Shikaneji, rise and shine!” Someone was yelling but it felt like he had barely slept for five minutes. He swatted his hand, hoping to make the noise go away but it never reached its target. The voice just kept on blabbering and Shikamaru blearily opened his eyes.
“Oh, you two look so adorable,” Sakura squealed. Shikamaru turned his head and found Neji rolled up in a ball against his side, still soundly sleeping.
“What?” Shikamaru yawned. A magazine was shoved in his face and he took it from her, trying to discern the pictures from the letters.
“You were the hottest couple at the TVfM Awards! I think it’s mainly because you walked on stage with all those love bites but isn’t it cute?” Now Shikamaru saw a picture of him walking on stage bare-chested and indeed, with the many love bites and then one of him and Neji as they were leaving. He had to admit that Neji did look sexy in that dishevelled state. Perhaps he needed to make some calls to get that picture in high quality.
“That’s great. Now lemme sleep.” He rolled over, curled around Neji and was satisfied at hearing Sakura leaving the room.
“Hottest couple, huh? Not too shabby,” a quiet voice sounded.
“Tomorrow we’re going to look for an apartment and sleep for three days straight. It’s the same damn thing here every morning.”
“Hai,” Neji mumbled, already falling asleep again. Shikamaru wrapped an arm around him and kissed the back of his head. “You really did look sexy with your shirt off.”
Shikamaru snorted a laugh. “Troublesome.”

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