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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: I'll segue into this chapter by saying while I understand the
concept of Asuma/Shika and why people love it, I also generally have
a hard time picturing it, so I feel this chapter is a little rushed
and sort of a bad follow up to the last chapter's threesome. Still,
I couldn't see Shika having a smut-fest without Asuma getting some
ass, so I wrote it anyway. I'll probably feel better about the next
chapter. (Hope you enjoy this one anyway though!)

Genius at Making
Love

Six:
Shikamaru x Asuma

12 P.M.

The problem with geniuses is that they can think of many things at
once, or they can think about one thing in such intimate detail it
borders on counting grains of sand. As he walked towards Asuma's
apartment idly wondering if maybe he should have taken another shower
before leaving Shino's, Shikamaru mused a little on his former
sensei, current teammate. The one
major flaw he'd ever managed to find in Asuma's personality was those
damned cigarettes. When he was younger he'd complained about them all
the time, said they were troublesome and made him cough, now the most
he did was occasionally tease Asuma Sarutobi about his 'apparent
desire to die young'.

Asuma's answer was always the same: ninja's never know what tomorrow
might bring, so while we're alive all we can do is live the way we
want to.

The Nara didn't know if Asuma was
really doing that, but he decided not to argue. 'I've
certainly been living it up today,' he
thought, rapping lightly on the door. He was starting to get paranoid
about that shower, but then he decided that Asuma wasn't Kiba, he
probably wouldn't smell it.

The older male opened the door, “Come on in,” he said.
“Just take a seat, I'm finishing up some paperwork and then
we'll get on with it.”

Asuma had asked him to join him for lunch today so they could
privately discuss some matters regarding the nijuu shotai, so
Shikamaru was preparing for something about a mission, or the
Akatsuki. “Sure,” he answered, frowning at the apartment
a little. Asuma needed more chairs. He blinked to find they weren't
alone.

A familiar face was leaning over the kitchen counter with a bored
look on his face. Genma Shiranui—the one person in Konoha,
Shikamaru thought, who ritually looked even less excited about life
in general than he did from one day to the next. Their eyes met, and
finding the senbon chewing male's expression to be unreadable and
somehow uncomfortable, Shikamaru was the first to turn away. “I'm
going to use your bathroom,” he told Asuma and disappeared
inside to relieve himself and maybe clean up a little to ease his
paranoia.

When he came back out, Asuma, speaking quietly with Genma, handed the
file over to him. “Thanks,” Genma said blandly around the
metal needle. “This will get Godaime off my back for now.”

“It
sucks that you've been relegated to errand boy lately,” Asuma
answered. The two had grown up together and were apparently on rather
familiar terms.

Genma shrugged. “That's how it goes. Things haven't worked out
for me since...” he trailed off, noticing the Nara back in the
room. “...well, you know, for a while. I'll bring the other
stack by later,” he said, slipping out of the office.

“What's
up with him?” Shikamaru asked.

“Hm?
Oh, it's nothing too major,” Asuma said. “When it comes
to teammates and lovers, it seems that Genma isn't compatible with
many people. Things haven't worked out for him since Hayate passed
away, and now there's been some trouble with his team, so he's a
little down. It's nothing you need to worry about.”

Shikamaru thought. Hayate. That name was familiar but it took him a
while to place it. Oh! That examiner from the chunin exams. He
blinked a little. He'd died back then; it was a long time ago. “Six
years is a long time to be in a slump,” he mumbled, but shook
his head. “Anyway, I hope you made food. You can't plan to
invite me for lunch and then expect me to cook.”

“There's
some take out on the counter,” Asuma answered. “Should
still be warm. Genma offered to bring it by since he was coming
anyway.”

Shikamaru nodded and moved to the
lower lip of the counter, finding the bags. “Ramen again, huh?
And they say I'm lazy.”

The laid back chain-smoker shrugged blandly. “What can I say,
you learned from the best.”

Shikamaru rolled his eyes and answered, “Whatever, what did you
want to talk about?”

“Eat
first,” he said. “Replenish some of the energy you've
been spreading around town all morning.”

Shikamaru blushed a little. Even Asuma had heard, huh? It was the
only one so far today that made him feel embarrassed about it. He
respected Asuma a lot and wanted the man to feel the same towards him
someday. He wondered if Asuma would respect him for his mind even
though the rest of him was basically shareware. He ate quickly so as
not to think about that much and get on with whatever the topic of
the day would be. Maybe Asuma would have time for a quick game of
go, or something.

He was surprised when the first words to pass Asuma's lips were, “how
does Gaara feel about your sexual adventures?”

Shikamaru tried to play it off and gave a one-shouldered shrug. “He
wants me to find a lover closer to home, so I don't think it will
bother him much. He'll be happy to know I'm finally 'shopping
around', I guess. That's got nothing to do with why you called me
here though, I'm sure.”

This time Asuma was the one to give a bland shrug and an absentee
smile. It was the kind of smile a little kid gave his best friend
when he knew he'd done something wrong but didn't think he was going
to get caught and Shikamaru brought their dishes to the sink to
escape it. Alas, from Asuma Sarutobi, there was no escape. The dishes
clattered into the sink in the Nara's surprise as the older nin snuck
up behind him, snaking his arms around his midsection and running his
tongue and teeth lightly along the Nara's ear.

Shikamaru tensed in surprise and sputtered a little. “This
isn't why you called me here either...” he protested.

“Are you sure?” Asuma asked, pressing his belly into the
edge of the sink and outright biting the lobe, hands already working
the zipper of the Nara's vest open. “Everyone else gets a
piece of you, it's not fair if I'm the only one left out. I know you
best, after all.”

“Wh-what about Kurenai?” Shikamaru sputtered, trying to
get his brain about the fact that the one person in the world he'd
thought would never behave in such a way around him was doing just
that. It was like reality just lifted him fifty feet in the air and
dropped him head first into a pile of rocks.

“What about her?” Asuma answered. “I don't see her.
Maybe she's hiding in the closet.”

“That's not what I meant!” Shikamaru complained, but
couldn't help a soft moan and as a ripple of pleasure ran down his
spine. Asuma's large hand was already in his pants stroking his
member. The man worked fast, apparently. And damn he was good at it.

“Kurenai and I aren't anything particularly unusual,”
Asuma answered blandly, brushing it off. No, in this day and age
there weren't many nin couples who claimed 100% monogamy. You had a
lover or two, and then you had your casual fucks on the side. That's
just how it was. Anything else was too painful in a world where you
and those around you could die at any time. “Unless, of
course,” he teased, pulling his hand out of the Nara's pants,
where there was already a rather firm and eager member waiting for
it, “you don't want to.”

His tone made the Nara think his startled resistance had insulted the
older man. The more he thought about sex with Asuma, the more he
liked the idea. It had just caught him so off guard he hadn't been
sure how to react. He
quickly covered his tracks, already aroused anyway just from a brief
hand job. “No, it's not that,” he said, “I just
didn't want you to get yourself into something you'd regret. You
don't always think far enough ahead.”

Asuma
chuckled a bit, “that's the Shikamaru I know,” he
answered. “Trust me, I know exactly
what I'm doing. He spun the Nara around to face the counter opposite
the sink and slid his shirt upward, pinching his nipples. Shikamaru
moaned softly, and the moan grew exponentially when Asuma twisted
them roughly towards one another. The man tugged and twisted the
beads for a few minutes, feeling them firm in his hands, and then
pulled vest and shirts alike over Shikamaru's head and backwards so
that the Nara's arms were locked in a tangle of cloth behind him as
Asuma yanked his pants down to his ankles. Shikamaru started to
wriggle free of the shirts, but the effort earned him a sharp slap on
the ass that made him yelp. “What the hell?!” he
demanded.

Asuma
lit a fresh cigarette and answered, “I left them there for a
reason. If you're disobedient, you might get burned.”

“Don't
smoke while we're doing it,” Shikamaru whined a little in
protest. Even if he didn't complain about them much anymore he still
didn't like the smell and still didn't want a cigarette hanging out
of Asuma's mouth while they were doing other things.

Asuma
spanked him again, a little rougher. It was like play-fighting,
really, the way two kittens will fight without really meaning to hurt
each other but because it's a game.

“Last
I checked, Shikamaru,” he teased. “I was still the head
of our team, so don't try bossing me around now.”

Shikamaru
sighed and sweatdropped a bit. “I can't believe you're pulling
rank at a time like this,” he griped.

“It's
not all I plan to be pulling,” he said, shoving Shikamaru to
bend over, chest against the cold counter top. Cigarette hanging
loosely from his lips he lifted the Nara's hips to position him just
so, and smirked to find, even if Shikamaru had grown, his feet didn't
quite reach the floor from this position. He let out a slow exhale on
his cigarette, taking off his own vest and shirt and placing them in
between the counter's rise and Shikamaru's head so he didn't bang his
head into the ceramic.

He
leaned back, looking at his handiwork, and taking a long drag. It was
quite a view and he watched the Nara's back rise and fall with his
slightly ragged breaths, and stripped himself of everything but his
shoes (the kitchen floor was cold) as Shikamaru was left lying there,
goosebumps forming on his flesh from being left against such a cold
surface unattended. Asuma could see the Nara's swollen balls over the
edge of the counter, but his cock was trapped beneath him against the
cold ceramic. Well, the counter top would be getting heated up soon
enough. He was just considering the best way to begin when he
noticed the face Shikamaru was making at the ash tray near his head.
“Oh, you're right,” he said. “I'll clean that
out.” He picked up the green glass tray and took one more puff
on his cigarette, considering. “Just hold this for me a
minute,” he said, turning it around so the burning end was
facing away from the Nara and sticking the end he'd been smoking from
into the Nara's anus.

“D-don't
put it there!” Shikamaru sputtered.

“Relax,”
Asuma said. “It's already in and you're holding it quite
nicely. Just don't wiggle too much. It might fall out and burn your
thighs.”

Shikamaru
stopped his minor struggling, cheeks flared bright red as Asuma took
his sweet time cleaning out the ash tray. When he was in the midst
of it the mail dropped through the slot and rather than taking his
cigarette back he let the ash continue to burn down towards the
filter as Shikamaru tried to keep his thighs wide to prevent being
burned by the cinders dropping to the floor behind him as Asuma idly
flipped through the pile. “Bill, bill, bill...” he
trailed off, and when he found a flyer he started flipping through
the pages and grabbed a pen to circle some items of note. Shikamaru
was certain this was just to tease him further given the fact he
could clearly see from his position how fully erect Asuma's groin was
already. “There are some good sales at the grocery store this
week,” Asuma mused simply. “I should get some cucumbers,
Kurenai really likes those,” and with a perverted leer he
quipped, “in more ways than one. Bananas too.”

“Damn
it, Asuma!” Shikamaru finally protested, unable to stand it.
On the one hand, he was a little freaked out that there was a
cigarette hanging out of his asshole. On the other, he found himself
disturbingly turned on by the fact that there was a cigarette hanging
out of his asshole... it was the latter that bothered him more.

Asuma
moved around and stared at the cigarette, halfway burned now. “Oh,
what? You're not going to finish it?” he asked idly, carefully
removing it and moving to lean on the counter, the stick between his
fingers now as he finished flipping through the flyer where he knew
Shikamaru could see his actions, and almost brought the stick to his
lips a few times but stopping, supposedly distracted, each time as
Shikamaru's breath hitched with the realization Asuma fully intended
to smoke a cigarette that had just been in his ass. When he was sure
the Nara was going to have some minor conniption again he finally
slipped the stick idly between his lips and puffed on it, folding up
the flyer and putting it with the other mail, clipping out two
coupons and putting them on the fridge, and when he was sure
Shikamaru wasn't expecting it at all, he rather suddenly rammed his
cock inside with no preparation whatsoever. He wasn't lubed up and
he hadn't stretched the Nara—they both knew that as active as
he'd been today the boy was unlikely to need it.

Shikamaru
arched and let out a soft scream, almost falling off the counter if
not for the fact Asuma's hips had him pinned. His face fell against
the older man's shirt as Asuma continued to smoke his cigarette,
reaching over with his free hand for his appointment book even as he
impaled the Nara, flipping through the pages idly as he began to
thrust in and out of the boy's tight entrance. He wasn't actually
paying much attention to the appointment book, but Shikamaru didn't
have to know that. 'Even
after fucking so many people his ass is still really tight,'
the man thought as he fucked the Nara with no hands.

Shikamaru
was a little indignant at being so badly teased, but at the same time
so incredibly turned on between his upper torso and rock hard cock
rubbing against the cold, ceramic counter top, and the swollen heat
throbbing in his ass, that the Nara didn't know whether to moan or
cry. Face burying itself into Asuma's shirt, he did a little of
both, eyes tearing even as he moaned with ecstasy as Asuma found his
prostate and started pounding into him harder, still not bothering to
let go of the appointment book or his cigarette.

When
the Nara thought he'd get serious, flicking the cigarette butt into
the trash can and putting down the memo pad, much to his exasperation
it was only to light a new one. Still, the Nara had no room to
complain—feet and wrists tangled in cloth like a bound cattle,
bent over the counter with the only thing holding him steady as he
was rocked back and forth against its surface the cock that was
making him rock so in the first place, his moans only became louder.
When Asuma finally did
grab his hips and start pounding him as hard as he could, cigarette
still dangling from his lips, Shikamaru could only scream the man's
name in bliss. The sheer force of Asuma's thrusts almost enough to
split him open, Shikamaru only withstood three such thrusts before
his hot seed released between him and the cool counter in huge
gushes.

Asuma
continued with the violently blissful thrusts for almost another full
minute before filling Shikamaru's ass, watching as the seed dribbled
out of the hole when he pulled back. He smirked. “You really
have been busy today,” he said. “You're filled to the
brim already and it's only lunch hour.” He leaned back against
the fridge for a bit, finishing his cigarette and enjoying the
incredibly slutty view before helping the Nara down and pulling his
shirts back over his head so he could move, but not so far that it
would touch his semen-soiled body, handing him a cool rag so he could
clean off—apparently in no rush to get dressed himself.

At
this point Shikamaru saw no point in going into the bathroom, and
Asuma watched lecherously as he leaned down near the sink, running
the water to rinse the rag periodically as he cleaned first his chest
and stomach, pulling his shirt down the rest of the way, then his
dick, ass, and thighs. Feeling the seed dribbling out as he cleaned
himself, the Nara wrapped the rag around his finger and pushed it
inside a bit, forcing some out and cleaning his thighs again so that
it wouldn't start to leak while he was walking around.

Asuma
licked his lips, but didn't intervene. He finally understood what it
was about Nara Shikamaru that had everyone so hot on something other
than his beautiful mind, but just the body wasn't enough. If the
Nara was going to settle in with a lover in Konoha, he hoped it would
be someone who, like Gaara, understood him as a person first, a
genius at making love second.

“What
was this really about?” Shikamaru asked finally as he dropped
the rag in the sink, washing his hands before pulling up his pants
and washing his hands.

“Someone
I know was wondering if you'd be open to the possibility of having an
older man for a lover,” he said nonchalantly. “Now I
know I can tell him you're open to anything.”

Shikamaru's
cheeks colored faintly. “Why the hell didn't you just ask?!”
he griped.

“Well,
I could have,” Asuma answered, “but no matter how much I
thought about it, this way definitely seemed a lot more fun. Can you
honestly say it wasn't?”

Shikamaru
thought back on the intense, yet teasing way Asuma had just fucked
him into the counter and shook his head negatively, “even so,
you can be a real jerk, you know,” he complained.

“It's
a gift,” Asuma said.

“This
guy you know...” the Nara started to say curiously, remembering
the strange and unreadable looks he'd gotten from Genma earlier and
thinking 'It
couldn't be him.'

“That's
a secret!” Asuma chirped. “If I tell you now, it would
ruin all my fun.”

~TBC~

To
My Beloved Reviewers:

Tokyo-Princess:
Believe
it or not I actually have a hard time picturing these three together.
I'm not really into Kiba/Shika as a general rule, but probably
because, while I do think Kiba is adorable in his way, he's just not
one of the characters that makes me fangirl. Shino is another story.
:p . I also generally don't see Shino bottoming, buuut, he made such
a lovely uke in this round I simply couldn't resist it. I already
have my pairings for this story planned out (necessary as there are
only so many hours in the day. Haha.), and I will say certain
characters get a second go at our pervy shadow nin. Whether or not
Kiba is on that list will remain my little secret for now though. I
love suspense...when I'm putting others through it. Glad to be the
cause of your sweet dreams.

pen_name:
Well,
in a way it's sort of the same thing; it's literary porn. We all
know why we come to AFF, to read smut. While many an
author/authoress will have a plot and just throw a lot of smut into
it, my plot IS the smut, ergo...porn of the literary fashion.

cynaga:
There
with the characters? Ooo, don't I wish. At the very least, there
would be a digital camera involved.

llyoung:
My
writing makes people incoherent? Awesome! I'll have to see if I can
find a way to market that skill. Haha, seriously though, glad you're
still enjoying the story and coming back for more.

Vikuta:
wow! I think that counts as a rave review! We're still going strong,
so after a brief intermission, I do hope you'll come back to read
some more. Haha.
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