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A/N - My wonderfully patient Beta had a
computer issue and lost the edited file. I�m posting this now unbeta�ed since it will be at least a week until I can get
the file edited. Please let me know if there are any glaring issues, but it�s
had a spell check, so it shouldn�t be too bad.
I�m into my
second review of the next chapter, and then I will need to get it beta�ed, so it should be about a week til
the next post. Sorry for the delay on this chapter. Hope you guys like it.
Update � Thanks
Drivven Labyrinth for the fast and dirty beta!

Neji, of
course, didn�t masturbate like a normal man. To be brutally honest, he found
that constant manual stimulation dull and unsatisfying.
Neji was a humper.
Women,
forever curious at the machinations of the male masturbatory practices, will
look confused at the term. Your average male will understand immediately. Women
tend to believe that the manual approach is the only method of male
masturbation; but there are other ways.
Neji, for
example, quite literally rubbed off against a cushion. Not the most elegant
practice, granted, but that it was between Neji and the cushion.
Being a
particular and somewhat peculiar individual, Neji had a mental check list of
his aids that he would ritually review before getting down and dirty with
himself.
Neji had to
go to extreme lengths to have his time in the self-love motel and it wasn�t
going to let be ruined by forgetting something.
Lube.
Check.
Purple,
velvet cushion. Check.
Condom to avoid
embarrassing stains. Check.
Mental
record of Shikamaru. Check. Check. And Check.
Locked
door. Check.
Room at the
end of the Hall, in a corner. Check.
Silencing Justu. Check.
No other
Hyuuga within a 5 kilometer radius. Check.
Clear
memory of Shikamaru�s recent blush. Check.
Neji smiled
the smile of the truly perverted. His imaginary Shikamaru was going to have the
humping of a lifetime.

He called
up the image of Shikamaru with a blissful expression on his face, but this
time, this time he mouthed Neji�s
cock though the cloth of his haori. He stroked his thumb over the growing bulge
as he closed his eyes and remembered the details of Shikamaru�s face, taunt
with pleasure.
He took a
deep breath as he continued to stroke, and imagined colour in place of his Byakugan memory.� Oh god,
thought Neji, moaning. Shikamaru�s cheeks would be flushed, flushed with
excitement and tension, just like they had been at the Ramen stand.�
His hair
would be slightly mused from Neji�s fingers tangling themselves in the hair.
He�d have taken the hair band out. Neji had spent hours wondering how
Shikamaru�s hair would look out. Would it be soft, belying the spiky pony tail?
Or would it be coarse like horse hair? Soft,
Neji decided. It was his fantasy after all.
He could
see it in his mind, Shikamaru�s mouth pressed to the light linen of his haori,
his own hand stroking though Shikamaru�s rich locks of hair. The Nara would moan, wanting to have Neji�s
cock in his mouth, wanting Neji�s taste.�
Neji, full
clothed, leant against the wall. He reached his hand down to shift his haori,
the open section now over his zipper. He reached for the zipper of his pants
and imagined Shikamaru�s head in place of his hand, Shikamaru�s teeth pulling
the zipper down. He could hear a dull burr
of the zipper as it was opened.
Shikamaru�s
hands would be slightly shaky as they reached into Neji�s pants to draw out his
cock.�
Shaky
because Shikamaru would need this as much as Neji. He would need Neji to make
him fell better. Neji would be able to see the need in his eyes when he looked
at Neji, asking for permission, begging with his eyes, his shaky breaths. Neji
could imagine the pants of excited breath over his hardness, could see the
tension over the Nara�s shoulders.
In reality,
far from the intricate vision Neji was building, he squirted an exacting amount
of lube onto his palm. Neji clenched his fist to spread the lube across his
palm. Flushed and excited as he imagined Shikamaru, he reached his hand down,
and pretended that the warm, wet feeling was Shikamaru�s mouth over his cock.
�Fuck,�
moaned Neji, empty room echoing the moan like someone else was really there.
Shikamaru
would moan around his cock, loving the feel of the flesh in his mouth, the heat
over his tongue. His cheeks would hollow as he sucked, lurid, unashamed of his
lust for Neji.
Neji
stroked his cock with his slick hand, eyes closed so he would believe it was
Shikamaru. He moaned at the sensation and wished it was Shikamaru�s mouth,
wished that Shikamaru was here, that he could hear Shikamaru�s moans, could
feel the other�s silky hair in his fingers.
Excited by
the images and the stimulation of his hand, but nowhere near his goal, Neji
stripped his clothes off quickly. As he undressed, he wondered if Shikamaru
would help him take his clothes off, desperate like Neji to feel the other skin
against his own, or if Shikamaru would disrobe himself quickly and trust Neji
to do the same.
Neji paused
to roll a condom over himself. He was not a fan of the clean up, and found it a
small price to pay to save himself the task. It added
to the realism, the feel of the latex a trick for his body, a lie that helped
him feel like it really was Shikamaru beneath him.
Because
Neji was a responsible young man and condoms were responsible.
Because he
was going to fuck Shikamaru into the mattress and Shikamaru was going to moan
his pleasure at the size of Neji�s cock as it was thrust inside him.
Neji lay on
the bed and positioned the cushion in front of his cock, the pillow beneath his
chest. He rolled the top of the pillow so it would push up against his chest
like Shikamaru�s shoulders, if the younger man was really pinned beneath him.
He pressed his chest over the pillow, his hips over the cushion, and ground his
hips downward.
He tricked
his body into believing that it was Shikamaru, not a cushion, beneath him.
The cushion
was soft, but firm, just like Shikamaru would be. Shikamaru would moan as Neji
entered him, moan at the feel of Neij�s cock inside
him.
Neji panted
harshly as he ground his hips deeper into the soft fabric and moaned as the
friction built pleasure in his belly. It intensified the feeling all over his
skin.
Hyposensitized,
Neji could feel the edge of the blanket beneath his hand, and imagined that it
was Shikamaru�s hand, curled in his own as he fucked louder and more passionate
moans from the Nara.
Neji
tricked his body into believing that it was Shikamaru, writhing and moaning at
Neji�s weight over his back and between his legs, beneath him.
He tricked
it into believing that it was Shikamaru, hot, bothered and willing, beneath
him, not a damn cushion.
Fooled it
into feeling Shikamaru, begging him to go harder, to go faster, to take him, to
claim him. To make him scream with pleasure.
Neji froze,
taunt with his release, Shikamaru�s imagined moans echoing in his ears, and
Shikamaru�s imagined warmth against his body. He bit the pillow at his release
and imagined it was the curve of Shikamaru�s shoulder. He sank his teeth into
the cotton, and pretended that it was the Nara�s flesh.
Neji
imagined that come morning he would see the dark red stain that would remind
them both that Neji had made him
moan, made him scream, and made him come.

The young
Hyuuga lay on the bed, panting softly as his heart rate returned to normal.
The smirk
reappeared. Neji would never admit it, not even under torture, but humping the
cushion that Hinata and Hanabi had painstakingly embroidered for his 20^th
birthday held a special kind of joy.

Neji
returned to the village the next morning, stoic Hyuuga mask restored.
He hoped
that it would be the end of the unhealthy impulses to locate Shikamaru and
engage him in badly thought out conversations. It was getting embarrassing. Not
the least because the younger man always seemed to get the better of him.

They meet
in the Hokage Tower. Neji passed Shikamaru in the
hallway.
Shikamaru
seemed to prepare himself for another incident.
Neji
inclined his head.
�Nara-San,�
he greeted.
�Hyuuga,� responded
Shikamaru. He seemed to be waiting for the next gambit.
Neji
continued down the hallway, control of his thoughts and body once again under
his command.
Shikamaru
followed Neji with his eyes. He seemed non-pulsed by the interaction, and
possibly relieved.
Neji
smirked to himself. He could be patient. The Nara would be his, but it was time for
the lazy ninja to start playing to his tune.
Neji was
getting sick of looking like an idiot.

The third
time, it was deliberate.
Neji didn�t
know why it�s was so important that Shikamaru stop seeing Genma, but he�s sure
it has something to do with it being a security risk to the village.
It was a
risk. It was a risk to the village. He just knew it.
It would
cause bad things to happen. Neji didn�t really know what bad things would
happen, despite the hours he�d spent awake at night pondering the wrongs of
Shikamaru�s dealings with Genma; he just knew it would be bad.
He wasn�t
following Shikamaru. He had returned from a mission when he happened to notice
Shikamaru in his office. The Nara had bumped into a wall hanging and
carelessly left the ink painting askew.
It bothered
Neji. Shikamaru was not careless. Lazy, yes. Shikamaru persevered energy, and
physically, the Nara had an economy of motion that even Neji admired. No
movement was wasted. Everything the Nara did seemed calculated. Precise.
On a hunch,
Neji detoured to Shikamaru�s apartment building. He checked Shikamaru�s door to
see if a tell tale string could be found. He found nothing, and took up his post
on the opposite building.
Genma
appeared in the alleyway about an hour later.�
Shikamaru didn�t even enter his apartment building. He walked straight
into the alleyway.
Damn it. Neji felt powerless to stop this. He
racked his mind for a way to intervene. He�d managed to stop it when Genma had
put the string on the door, what could he do to stop it now?
Neji
recalled Naruto�s advice. If you don�t
have a good plan, go with any plan, and hope that it works. He�d asked
Naruto once how he devised his tactics and was disturbed by the Kyuubi holder�s
reply. �
It was a
sad day when Hyuuga Neji was forced to take a leaf out of the Naruto School of
Tactics. What would Naruto do in this situation? Probably the Sexy Girl Technique. That was out � Neji had never
learnt the technique, but he did know how to Henge. What the hell can I do with a Henge?
Neji
blessed the Nara�s slow walk. He�d wasted too much time with his
indecision. It was time to act. And hope
that it works. �Neji jumped across
the roof tops, a risky maneuver with the other ninja so close. He hoped that
they would be somewhat distracted.
That and
random Jounin racing across the rooftops wasn�t actually uncommon in a Ninja
village.
He landed
top on Shikamaru�s apartment, then shimmied down the far side of the building.
Right now, any plan, no matter how
juvenile, is better than nothing.
The mild
panic fed his mind with wild ideas. Inspiration stuck. Is this how Naruto thinks up all his tactics?
He had no
other options now. Neji Henge�ed into a teenager and stood at the entry to the
north end alley. Pock marked, and untidy, Neji looked nothing like his normal
self.
The things I do for this village.
Neji edged
into the alleyway. He could see the outline of Genma�s body in the dim light.
Robbed of his Byakugan�s vision in his Henge�ed form, Neji was
forced to rely on normal vision. It was better than most, but still not able to
gleam much detail in the low light of the alley.
Neji
guessed it was the poor lighting and dual exits that attracted the two ninja to
this particular alley.
He couldn�t
hold a convincing Henge for very long, nor could he really hope to fool
Shikamaru or Genma with his disguise. His espionage skills being somewhat lacking.
He�d had Konoha�s Green Beast as his Jounin Sensei. His education in such art
was minimal.
You only need to unsettle them. Say
something.
What?
Anything!
Neji
cleared his throat, using the sensation to roughen his voice. �Hey Mister, you
got a light?� he asked.
Genma
scowled. �Get out of here kid, you shouldn�t be going down any dark alleys.�
�Yeah,
whatever,� said Neji. He scuffed his Henge�ed toe against the dirt for effect.
Shikamaru
approached from the opposite entrance. Genma seemed torn between chasing Neji
off and pretending nothing had happened. He turned to Neji, eyes gleaming with
suppressed violence.
�Scram
brat.� Or I�ll come over there and make
you, implied the tone.
He knew he
couldn�t hold the Henge in any form of combat. He�d succeeded in unsettling the
older ninja; he could only hope it worked. Neji left.
He returned
to his �post�. Shikamaru and Genma spoke briefly, Genma turning his head
towards to north end of the alley frequently. Shikamaru seemed unconcerned.
Neji left
when Genma fisted his hands in Shikamaru�s hair. He�d seen it once. He didn�t
need to see it again.

When he
arrived at his Hyuuga compound, he found little crescents in his palm. Imprints
of his finger nails. He hadn�t realized his fist had been clenched so tightly.
Neji nodded
his head absently to the guard at the gate. He made a point to keep his body
loose and relaxed as he walked through the compound. It taxed his already
limited patience. The muscles in his arms were laced with kinetic desire. They
wanted to curl his palm into a fist.
Neji
couldn�t shake the feeling that Genma was somehow hurting Shikamaru. He�d read
the books Gai had sent over. They were informative when it came to general
psychology of the phenomenon. Power exchange. Switching off.
Neji
understood the concepts, and could see the attraction. Why wouldn�t Shikamaru
want to switch off after a trying day? Neji did it himself, albeit though
intensive exercise and practice of his Chakra control. He supposed that
Shikamaru couldn�t find a way to switch of with the mindless activity of
training. If he could, wouldn�t he be doing that?
No, Neji
suspected that training for Shikamaru was predominantly mental exercise. He�d
seen the Nara in the Chuunin exams, and later on missions. The younger
man�s specialty was tactic and strategy.
Neji
arrived at his own rooms. The Spartan space held no distractions. His disrobed
methodically, and dressed for bed. His mind buzzed with his complicated
thoughts and disregarded the nightly routine.
Neji�s own
training in tactics had been laborious. Hyuuga-Sama had been one of his trainer
for this area, and Neji could honestly say at the end of it, his mind was so
muddled with different possibilities, probabilities, that a switch to turn it
all off would have been a great relief.
He wondered
if this was how Shikamaru saw the world, every day, every hour, every minute.
Endless scenarios with complex list of probabilities, ratios, and likely
outcomes. Did it invade the Nara�s whole life? Did he wake in the
morning and calculate the time of day based of the angle of the light though
the window? Neji had done so himself as a way to practice his mental
calculations, but what it if wasn�t conscious? What if the Nara�s brain just reacted to all stimuli
in that way, just as Neji responded to all sudden, loud noises by activating
his Byakugan.
He could
see the attraction, but did Shikamaru see what he was doing to himself? The
risks he was exposing himself to? Genma was loyal, Neji was reasonably sure of
that, but what if an enemy found out? Shikamaru could walk right into a trap,
right into the enemy�s clutches.
Neji lay on
his bed. The moon light filtered through his partially open blinds. The light
stretched unnoticed across his body. Shadows curled round the light, darkness surrounding
the fletching of light like it was holding its hand.
Neji
recalled his conversation with the Hokage. Shikamaru seemed to be aware of the
risk, or believed that he was.
At the
heart of the problem, and likely greatest disappointment for Neji, was the fact
that Shikamaru was willfully and knowingly committed adultery. Genma and Raidou
may not be married, but they were partners in the ways that mattered. Neji
found it hard to believe the Shikamaru would knowingly engage in such acts with
someone who already had a lover.
Didn�t the
Shadow User feel guilty? The entire situation was so far removed from the
Shikamaru thought he knew, Neji wasn�t sure if it was lapse in judgment,
brought about by need, or if Shikamaru was
that kind of person, and had managed to hide it from everyone.
Neji curled
to his side. He pulled the pillow closer to his face. It wasn�t cuddling, per
say, but did provide some comfort to his confused mind. His knees drew
themselves closer to this torso, seeking the comfort provided to his face.
He didn�t
really believe that Shikamaru would be that kind of person. He knew the other
had cried for the injured after the failed mission to retrieve Sasuke. He knew
that Shikamaru was a fair squad leader, concerned with everyone�s lives, and
their feelings.
Few squad
leaders could be so sensitive to the emotional needs of their squad. Jounin
Sensei�s tended to be that way, but their bonds were formed with their teams from
a young age, when their team was Genins, and the emotional needs were most
obvious.
Shikamaru
had demonstrated such sensitivity to all his team mates, short or long term.
Even on an overnight mission, Shikamaru could be relied upon to understand the character
and needs of his team mates.
So why did
he ignore the hurt that he was causing to Genma�s lover? Why did the Hokage
allow it? Why did they all cover it up? Didn�t it eat away at Shikamaru, the
guilt, the shame?
The books
had painted a picture of a supportive and caring relationship. The Dominant
partner was portrayed as acting in the best interest of the Submissive. If he
was to believe what he read, the Submissive�s needs
were the most important aspect of the exchange. Yes the Submissive would relinquish
control, but that did not mean the Dominant partner was to abuse that power.
If
anything, the books had been very clear that this was the worst thing to do.
That the breach of trust, the ignorance of the Submissive�s
underlying needs was damaging to the submissive.
Was this
what was so wrong about Shikamaru�s relationship with Genma? Genma saw to his
own needs, but was that what Shikamaru needed? On the surface, perhaps, but
that wasn�t enough to sway Neji�s opinion.
Shikamaru
wasn�t a poorly controlled person. He had will power.
�Have you considered that perhaps he
doesn�t know anyone else to � help him with his needs?�
It was a
source of irritation for Neji, but his Sensei had a point. Neji didn�t know who
he could talk to about such things, why would it be different for Shikamaru?
He�d gone to his Jounin Sensei almost immediately, but Asuma was dead.
Who did
Shikamaru have to talk to about such things?
His musings
were tangled, but resulted in two clear needs. One, Raidou would have to be made
aware. Neji could not, and would not, in good conscience, allow the man to be
deceived.
Two,
someone would have to talk to Shikamaru about it.
The idea of
Gai-Sensei barging into Shikamaru�s house and announcing a need for a �Serious
Discussion� about his �Youthful Indiscretions� was amusing, but unlikely to be
beneficial.
He didn�t
know who Gai-Sensei�s friend would be, and was unsure if bringing another
person into the mess would help.
Neji was a
good Shinobi. He believed in placing the needs of the village above your own
needs. He believed that Shikamaru was an excellent War Leader, the best the
Leaf had ever had. He believed in team work, in supporting your comrades. He
believed in Naruto�s dream, that the blond Ninja would one day be Hokage.
He also
believed in fate. Fate had made Neji the Hyuuga on the mission to shadow
Shikamaru. Fate had placed him in line of sight of Genma when he put the string
around Shikamaru�s door.
Naruto had
taught Neji that if you wanted the world, the village, your life, to be better,
you had to step out and make it better.
If
Shikamaru needed someone to help him with his burden, Neji would do it. That
Shikamaru was undeniably attractive and would look amazing beneath him was a
bonus.
Neji
drifted into sleep between one breath and the next, exhausted by his
contemplations.

Neji
knocked on the ubiquitous apartment door.
Raidou
answered.
�We need to
talk,� said Neji.

A/N � for
everyone who went EEEWWWW when they realized that Hinata and Hinabi had made the
cushion for Neji, you guys are sweet. Thanks for reading!
For
everyone one who smirked to themselves� same bat time, same bat channel!
Credit to Prpl Grl for the delightful
practice of humping, which was in her story here -
http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600095613&chapter=1.
The song I
played while writing the self-love motel scene
was Panic! At the Disco, Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl
Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
Damn, I�m becoming one of those authors who�s
notes are a long as the fic.
Oh well. On to the Review Replies
Tyra � Thank you
for reading. Having someone come back for each chapter is incredibly
encouraging, and reading your thoughts on each chapter is great. Thanks for
being the first to review.

This stoic Hyuuga Neji is actually a
confused young man who needs some guidance. Cute. xD
I�m really
pleased that you saw that. It was one of the things I was trying to get across.
Sammy D � there�s quite a few chapters
planned, and the chapter after this is almost done, so there will be more.
ScarletVengeance � Glad you found it interesting! I
intend to update every 1 � 2 weeks, depending on RL.
I�m really
happy that you came back for more! I�m even happier that Chapter 1 shifted you
from interested in the story to liking it.
xXKitsuneXx � Glad you liked it! I�ll try to
update regularly.
D.A. Maxwell � Always a delight to get a review
from an author you like.
DooLaDay � That�s quite I compliment! If the
story�s good enough to be interesting to you without it being your normal
pairing, it means I�m doing something right! Thank you.
CkA - *blushes*
Acutally, it�s my first Shikanejishika,
and the longest fic I�ve attempted, but not my first fanfic. I�ve written some fic for
another fandom. I�m planning to update every 1 � 2 weeks, depending on RL.
charmpit - � I�m a little confused � I don�t
believe their OOC. I believe that that�s how the characters would act in the
situation, but I guess that they haven�t been in this situation in the manga/anime, and are older, so it may be OOC to the way you
view them.
I agree
that both are Ultra Hot and Ultra Sexy. And you won�t have to wait too long.
*g* Thanks for reading, and please feel free to review with any comments,
positive or negative.
Huh? � The bit about the wallet is a
play on the phrase �in his back pocket� on �in each others pockets�, which
means always around someone. I�m not sure if the phrase is as international as
I believed.
I kinda like the image of Neji walking around with his hand
in Shikamaru�s back pocket, but only cause I imagine
he�d be groping Shikamaru to his heart content.
Glad you�re
looking forward to the updates!
Ninny - *g* yeah, I laugh at that line. I
like the idea that Neji has the �naughty� voice in his head. All that
repression has to go somewhere.
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