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Cravings	By : katsuyo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the characters. I don't make a red cent off this.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author’s Note:
Apologies for the big gap in posting. Making a living took priority.
This is a M-preg story. Please do not read if a man getting pregnant disturbs you.
The typical gestation period of a red fox is approximately 52 days. Since Naruto is not a red fox but is rather the jinchuuriki of a demon fox, I have taken liberties with this and his gestation will be roughly seven months.
The amount of children Naruto bears, however, will be typical of the litter size born by female red foxes (anywhere between 2 – 5 kittens per litter).
A question was raised as whether foxes do indeed mate for life. In the wild the female fox will actively seek out the same male but the website I consulted mentioned that fox relationships are similar to human ones…
In a nutshell, it depends on the situation.
http://www.ozfoxes.com/aafoxes.htm
Any sentence in Italics denotes the thoughts of an individual.
Any sentence in italics and quotation marks denotes conversation between Kyuubi and Naruto.

Double quotation marks - Naruto is speaking.
Single quotation marks - Kyuubi is speaking.
Children’s names:
Shiori - To weave a poem
Hiroshi - abundant, widespread
Takeshi – fierce, warrior
Masahiro – Righteous
Yuusuke – Superior, gentle

Something beautiful is happening inside for me
Something sensual, its full of fire and mystery
I feel hypnotized, I feel paralyzed
I have found heaven
There's a thousand reasons
Why I shouldn't spend my time with you
For every reason not to be here I can think of two
Keep me hanging on
Feeling nothing's wrong
Inside your heaven
Only when I lose myself – Depeche Mode

Chapter Six
Shikamaru watched the amber liquid in his glass move sluggishly in his glass before he lifted the glass and took a long drink.
He lost count after the fourth glass how much whiskey he had consumed or how much time he had spent in this dark corner.
Not that anyone was foolish enough to approach him in his current mood.
Shikamaru felt a smile come to his lips as he put the glass down on the bar and picked up the nearby bottle, pouring another finger of the dark liquid into his glass.
Dark shadows twisting and writhing like tentacles effectively deterred the curious from approaching.
The shadows merely mirrored the feelings that twisted and writhed inside Shikamaru.
He felt betrayed...again and it hurt.
Shikamaru closed his eyes as he felt the pain course through his body and heard the shadows crack as they snaked out, widening the space behind him.
“I take it from the appearance of your girlfriends that you have heard the news already?” asked a low voice before the shadow wielder heard the scrape of a bar stool being pulled back.
“Unwelcome news travels fast...yeah, Ino called me from the hospital.” murmured Shikamaru, opening his eyes with a tired sigh before he raised his glass to his lips and took a swallow.
“It's not like you to feel sorry for yourself.” admonished Genma quietly as he caught the bartender's attention and raised one finger in the air.
“Fuck you. What the hell do you want, Shiranui? Last time I recall, I didn't ask for your company.” hissed out Shikamaru, turning his head to glare at the other man as the bartender put the drink on the bar and swiftly departed.
“Too damn bad, Nara. I'm offering my company...despite your obvious protests...vocal and otherwise. I know you told Naruto that you would be fine but I'm not buying your BS story.” countered Genma with a slight lift of his lips before he raised the glass to his lips.
“Why should you care? Or are you concerned like the rest of them that I'm going to lose control and embarrass myself?” growled Shikamaru, giving Genma a side glance as the shadows flickered around behind him.
Genma chuckled under his breath as he raised his glass to his lips once more.
“I am not concerned about you losing control. You don't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing you vulnerable. We both know that. As to why I care? I thought I had already made that clear to you, Nara.” replied Genma casually, turning to give Shikamaru a knowing smile.
“You never give up...do you?” grumbled Shikamaru irritably as he felt his cheeks get warm and heard the man's knowing chuckle.
Shikamaru felt a smile come to his lips for the first time since he had heard the news that Neji's wife had given birth to a son.
“Not when it comes to you – no.”
Shikamaru gave a low derisive snort and grumbled, “You seriously need to learn to give up on a hopeless case like me, Shiranui.”
The shadow wielder felt his temper begin to simmer as he heard the man sitting next to him let out another low knowing chuckle.
“What the hell are you laughing about? You enjoy watching me embarrass myself? Does it amuse you to see me not being in control?” hissed Shikamaru in a low voice, his shadows flicking and lashing out wildly as he abruptly stood.
Genma watched in silent admiration as Shikamaru struggled to keep his emotions and his control on his shadows in check.
“Again, I disagree. You're emotional, yes but you're still in control. You're not a hopeless case, Shika. I would be more than willing to haul your ass back to my place and show you exactly how I feel about you.” murmured the older man with a tiny flick of his senbon.
“I'm not after a pity fuck.” countered Shikamaru crudely, his dark eyes glancing quickly down the bar before returning to Genma's face.
“I didn't offer one but if you prefer me to go so you can wallow in your misery while your ex-lover celebrates the fact that his wife is a successful breeder for the clan, then I will leave you in peace.” replied Genma quietly before pushing himself up and turning.
“Genma...wait.”
Genma felt the smile come to his lips when he heard Shikamaru's voice behind him.
It tore at his heart to see the other man in pain but he also knew that Shikamaru needed time to process the news.
He wanted to tear down Shikamaru's defenses, pull him close to his chest and never let him go but the older man also knew that Shika would never allow that.
“I'm waiting, Shika. What do you want me to do? Stay or go?” asked Genma, turning to face Shikamaru once more.
Genma's eyes brightened in interest as Shikamaru's cheeks flushed a dull pink and his tongue darted out to quickly lick his lips.
Shika was nervous...interesting.
“Genma...I'm sorry. I know I am being an ass. Can you take me back to your place? Not to fuck. I'm not sure I can do that in my current frame of mind. I just want to spend some time with you...if that's okay.” muttered Shikamaru quickly, averting his gaze.
Genma was stunned. Shikamaru admitting to wanting his company was a big step and he knew he would be stupid to pass up an opportunity to be alone with the shadow wielder.
“I accept your terms. My place...no funny business. You have my word.” replied Genma quickly, his sharp eyes not missing the way Shika's face darkened that becoming dark pink.
“I just need to talk. Are you okay with listening?” asked Shikamaru softly, his ears getting warm, much to his annoyance.
Genma's dark eyes softened in understanding as he watched Shikamaru go red once more.
“Yes. I am more than happy to listen.” replied Genma quietly.
“Fine. Get us the hell out of here before I do something stupid like cry.” muttered Shikamaru under his breath as he picked up his glass and drained it before setting it back on the bar with a clack.
“Okay. You need to get your girls under control if you want me to flash us out of here, though.” replied Genma with a grin as he raised his hands and stepped closer.
“Ass. My shadows are not 'the girls'.” muttered Shikamaru morosely, his face turning brick red as he took a calming breath and forced his shadows to recede.
“Whatever, Nara. Now move that fine ass of yours closer so we can get out of here.” replied Genma with a smirk as he started making the hand signs.
“You're a pain in the ass, Shiranui. You always have a quick reply to everything, don't you?” countered Shikamaru, more than a little miffed as he complied and stepped closer to the other man.
“Nara...I can guarantee one thing right now. When you eventually allow me to touch you intimately, pain in your ass is not what you will feel with me.” murmured Genma with a smirk as they disappeared.

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Shikamaru warily stepped away from Genma and stared at the living room in silence.
“I don't know what I was expecting but your place...is nice.” admitted Shikamaru grudgingly.
Genma felt himself grinning like an idiot. Two compliments in one evening.
“I like it. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?” returned Genma with a soft smile as he watched the man he admired and loved, reach out a hand to caress his couch.
Genma liked that couch a lot. It was wide, soft and very comfortable.
“Sure. Why not.” muttered Shikamaru as he walked around and sat down with a sigh, closing his eyes.
“Do you need anything? Something to drink? Food?” asked Genma quietly, watching Shikamaru tilt his head back with a yawn, revealing his exhaustion.
“No. This is good...thank you.”
Genma bit his bottom lip to keep himself from grinning like a fool as he sat down on the seat nearby.
Shikamaru in his apartment, resting on his couch. It was a dream come true.
“I'm being an idiot.” stated Shikamaru bluntly, his eyes still closed.
Genma frowned and countered, “Why do you say that, Nara?”
“I'm upset because my ex-lover is a father.” admitted Shikamaru candidly with a sigh, cracking open an eyelid and looking up at the ceiling.
“He left you to marry someone who could give him a family. I would say you have a reason to be upset.” replied Genma bluntly, folding his arms across his chest.
“It hurts, Genma. I don't think Neji ever loved me.” muttered Shikamaru, opening both eyes and sitting up, his dark eyes resting on Genma sitting across from him.
“He loved you at one point, Nara but he loves his position as leader of the Hyuuga clan more.” countered Genma softly.
Shikamara shook his head in denial.
“No. He hates me. He wasn't shy in telling me that I was damaged because of the seal.” returned Shikamaru.
Genma couldn't contain himself at this point.
He moved onto the couch, reached out and hauled Shikamaru onto his lap.
“Nara, a seal doesn't make you damaged goods. It's testament that you survived an ordeal that should have killed you. Naruto made the right call at the time and saved your life. I am grateful that he did. I know why Hyuuga doesn't like seals but not all seals are put in place to inflict pain and fear.” murmured Genma, his face inches from Shikamara's own.
“This...shouldn't be a deal breaker.” continued Genma, his right hand sliding under Shikamaru's shirt to rest on Shikamaru's lower torso.
Shikamaru hissed as he felt the seal warm and vibrate at Genma's touch.
“This seal doesn't make you flawed. If anything, the seal is sexy.” murmured Genma against Shikamaru's lips, his breath ghosting over Shikamaru's lower lip.
“You promised.” muttered Shikamaru rasped, feeling his face get warm as Genma leaned in and licked a path across his lower lip.
“You're right, I did promise. This isn't funny business. Does this feel like I am trying to be funny?” returned Genma, tilting his hips upwards as his hand continued to caress the seal.
Shikamaru's eyes dilated as he felt Genma, full and heavy, grind lightly against his ass.
“I gave you my word. We won't be fucking, Nara. I agree with you. You are not in the right frame of mind for that. I am, however, going to prove to you right here and now that you are not flawed.” husked Genma.
Shikamaru felt his heart beat rapidly as Genma's hands moved up and pushed Shikamaru's jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see it.” murmured Genma, pressing his lips softly against Shikamaru's lower lip.
Shikamaru's eyes met Genma's gaze and held for a few moments before Shikamaru reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it behind him.
A soft curve tilted up into a semblance of a smile as Genma admired Shikamaru's torso, not missing a single detail in his leisurely perusal of the younger man's body.
“You're gorgeous, Nara. This...this is a work of art.” uttered Genma in a hushed voice, filled with reverence as fingertips brushed gently across the surface of the seal.
The seal flared once more, causing Shikamaru to let out a low moan as his body trembled.
Genma's eyes flicked up and met Shikamaru's startled gaze.
“Interesting. Does your seal do that often?” asked Genma quietly, watching as Shikamaru's face darkened a brick red as he slowly shook his head in denial.
“No. It's never done that before.” replied Shikamaru with a frown.
“It's warm. Do you like it when I touch you, Nara? Does this amazing seal know something I do not?” countered Genma softly, tracing the intricate pattern with his fingers once more.
Shikamaru closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, suppressing the moan that came readily to his lips as his body trembled once more.
“Yes. I enjoy it when you touch me, Genma.” admitted Shikamaru softly, opening his eyes to find Genma's face close to his once more.
“I enjoy touching you, Shika...very much. Seeing you with only this seal on your flesh as adornment makes me want to add a few marks of my own.” admitted Genma with a slow smile as his fingers caressed the seal once more.
Shikamaru gasped as he felt liquid fire course through his veins at the man's touch.
Genma's eyes watched Shikamaru tremble again as he touched the seal.
“You're not flawed, Shika. We're shinobi. Our scars are part of what make us stronger.” murmured Genma as he pulled his hand away, gently moved Shikamaru off his lap and stood up.
Genma stepped back and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in a fluid motion before tossing it behind him.
“Look, Shikamaru and tell me...do my scars look ugly to you?” asked Genma, pulling his waist band down lower on one side to expose a long jagged line, pale and silvery.
Shikamaru swallowed as his eyes followed the path of the scar.
“No. No, your scars are not ugly...far from it.” admitted Shikamaru as he felt his pulse speed up and a tightening in his pants.
“I am not ashamed of any of them. They remind me that I survived. I know you are curious about my scars. Ask me, Shika.” prompted Genma gently.
“The long one...um, h-how did you get that one?” asked Shikamaru, his face heating up as a stray shadow rippled out and stretched towards where Genma stood.
“It's okay...one of your girls can touch me.” countered Genma with a chuckle as the shadow reformed, taking the shape of a hand and slipped up his leg to rest at the base of the scar.
“Stupid...tsk.” muttered Shikamaru blushing deeply as Genma let out a low laugh.
Genma looked down where the shadow hand rested and gently slid his finger up the length of the old scar.
“I got this on my first S Class mission as an ANBU operative. Three Mist Village shinobi tried to ambush me in an alley after I left my contact point. I managed to get back with the scroll and minimal blood loss, thank kami but this souvenir kept me in the hospital for a week and light duties for six weeks. This...I am proud of. One of the Mist Village's infamous swordsman did that.” murmured Genma softly.
The shadow hand jumped and slipped up Genma's arm, finally resting near a set of four circular scars.
Genma laughed softly and looked up with a smirk.
“The Stone Village. Another ANBU mission. Lucky shot. He threw his weapon, grazing my arm as one of my senbons struck his neck. I managed to take care of my mission, despite my arm hanging by my side but he wasn't so lucky.”
Genma looked up in surprise as he watched the shadow hand slip down his arm, resting on four deep gouges at the base of his wrist.
“Snow country. My partner and I were trying to out run the cell on our asses. We managed to lose them but my partner slipped on a patch of ice and fell. I tried to save him but...” murmured Genma, moving his hand up to where the shadow hand rested and stroked the scars softly.
Shikamaru swallowed.
He didn't need to know the rest. The look on Genma's face told him what happened to the partner.
Loss, pain, regret.
Genma looked up in surprise as the shadow receded, sliding off his arm swiftly before disappearing completely.
“I'm tired, Genma. I am so kami tired.” muttered Shikamaru with a low sigh.
Genma watched Shikamaru reach up and pull the elastic off the high ponytail, the thick brown strands of hair dropping to drape softly against the man's high cheekbones.
“I'm tired of people looking at me with pity, thinking I am damaged because of this seal. You're right. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I am grateful...kami, knows that I am. I wasn't ready to leave this world that night and Naruto knew it.” muttered Shikamaru, closing his eyes and dropping back to rest his head against the top of the couch.
Genma saw the tear slip out and felt his heart lurch painfully.
“You don't need to talk about it.”
Shikamaru smiled at the concern in Genma's voice.
“No. I want to. I find it easy to talk about it with you.” admitted Shikamaru with a low shuddering sigh as one of his shadows slipped out and whipped the air, revealing Shikamaru's anxiety to Genma.
Genma watched the shadow writhe in the air before he nodded slowly and walked over.
Shikamaru cracked open one eye as he felt the couch dip and saw Genma sitting down next to him, unafraid of the shadow moving restlessly.
“It was bad. We had been given wrong information about the mission. We both knew it as soon as we entered the area that we had been set up.” whispered Shikamaru, feeling his mind drifting back to that night.
“Funny enough, when I realized what was happening, I wasn't scared. I was angry. Angry that other ANBU were threatened by Naruto and myself.”
Genma swallowed as he watched another shadow reach out and move restlessly in the air.
He suspected something had been wrong about that mission but for Shikamaru to admit that they had been deliberately set up...
Genma started as he felt something brush his lap.
He felt himself smile as he glanced down and saw the shadow caressing his knee.
Genma returned his gaze back to Shikamaru when he felt the man shudder.
“The ANBU came out of the dark...jeering and insulting as they surrounded us, their katanas drawn.” husked Shikamaru, swallowing.
“Keep going, Shika...it's okay.” murmured Genma, moving closer and slipping an arm around the younger man's shoulder.
More shadows leaked out as Shikamaru heard the ANBU in his head calling him names and telling him that he wasn't going to be missed.
“They were upset that a lazy good for nothing shadow wielder and a demon's vessel got more missions. It wasn't fair to them. They had seniority.” muttered Shikamaru, licking his lips as he felt his palms begin to sweat.
Genma wasn't scared of the shadows as they moved over his body, frenzied and upset like their wielder.
“The-they said that no one was going to miss us...we didn't matter.” murmured Shikamaru quietly as he saw the men approach him and Naruto, making the circle tighter.
“They mocked us, calling us useless little pussies when Naruto reached down and grabbed my hand. They thought he did it to provide comfort in our last moments on this Earth...but they were wrong.” continued Shikamaru as he felt Naruto's chakra warming his palm and knew what was coming next.
Genma felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the fine sheen of sweat dot Shikamaru's brow.
“Kami help me, I smiled when I heard Naruto remark casually, 'Well, it's nice of them to pick tonight. It's a full moon, Kumori Dou.'”
Shikamaru felt the warmth of Naruto's chakra enter his palm and merge with his own as he waited for the ANBU to get closer still.
“Stupid...they didn't realize that moonlight also caused shadows. It was their own fault for underestimating us.” rasped Shikamaru, his eyelids flicking up to reveal unfocused eyes.
“They had the nerve to ask us if we have any final words before we died and I couldn't help it. I laughed when I heard Naruto reply, 'Yep. Go fuck yourselves.' It made them angry, our defiance but we didn't care. We only had one thought at the time. Kill or be killed. We chose to kill.” continued Shikamaru as he watched himself in his mind whip up his hand still joined with Naruto and make the hand signs.
“I can still hear them choking on their own blood as the shadows rose around them like avenging angels, crushing them where they stood.”
“You still got injured.” reminded Genma softly as he felt a shadow caress his cheek.
“Two of them managed to get away from the initial attack. We went after them. Naruto and I had to split up.” replied Shikamaru with a swallow.
Genma frowned as he felt Shikamaru tremble.
“I had him pinned against a tree and then my luck ran out. The moon slipped behind a cloud. H-he was on top of me before I had a chance to move.” whispered Shikamaru, a tear sliding out as he watched the ANBU rush him, covering his body as they fell to the hard ground.
“H-he was gloating, Genma...bragging that he always knew that I was useless without my shadows as he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I-i tried to buck him off but he laughed. When I managed to free one of my legs and kneed him in the nuts...that's when he got mad. I didn't feel the kunai when it entered but I felt the sting when he pulled it out.” continued Shikamaru softly, as the tears started to flow more freely.
Genma watched more shadows spike out and slither around in the air, chaotic and frenetic.
“Th-that's when he told me that I really was only good for one thing and that was being someone's bitch.” muttered Shikamaru, averting his head, now feeling the shame as he saw the ANBU in his head reach for the belt buckle of his pants.
“I wanted to throw up when I realized what he was going to do to me. I could feel my side wet and slick from the blood and I knew that I was going to die but not before he violated me.” continued Shikamaru, closing his eyes.
“Naruto got there.”
Shikamaru opened his eyes once more and saw Genma, serious and concerned, surrounded by Shikamaru's shadows.
“Yes. Naruto showed up as I lay there, feeling my life energy drain out a drop at a time as I kept trying to push off the asshole on top of me, his pants now down around his ankles. Kami, I haven't seen Naruto look as pissed off as he did when he saw me and realized what the bastard was about to do to me.” confirmed Shikamaru with a nod.
“Naruto looked like an avenging angel, his ANBU mask pushed to one side, his face smeared with blood and his eyes glowing amber. I thought the guy on top of me was going to wet himself when Naruto hauled him off me and the miserable piece of shit finally saw his face. ” murmured Shikamaru, laughing softly.
“H-he did wet himself when Naruto started changing and Kurama's voice boomed out. Kami, forgive me but I was glad when Naruto and Kurama ripped the miserable sack of shit apart in front of me.”
Genma reached out and touched Shikamaru's hand.
Shikamaru jerked as he felt the touch and looked down in time to see Genma's fingertips laced within his own.
“It hurt when Naruto moved me onto his lap but I was glad to have him close, holding my hand. I wanted to close my eyes for a little while I laid there with my head in Naruto's lap. We both knew I had lost too much blood to make it back to the village. I knew then that I was dying.”
Shikamaru jumped when he felt the seal vibrate as Genma's hand ghosted over the surface, his hand still entwined.
“He gave you this and ended up saving your life instead.” murmured Genma, smiling as the seal glowed under his palm.
Shikamaru nodded before taking a slow, calming breath.
“Yeah, Naruto always feels some regret over turning me into a freak as he terms it but as I have said to him, I am grateful that I have this.” replied Shikamaru, giving Genma's joined hand a light squeeze as he smiled.
“Shika...never regret having a second chance at life. I don't.”

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Genma quietly stepped into his bedroom and stood there for a few moments, admiring Shikamaru sleeping peacefully in his bed.
He had offered to take him home but Shikamaru has surprised him by asking to stay.
Genma let out a low sigh, feeling a little frustrated.
He wanted nothing more than to stay here and enjoy the view but the boss had other plans for him this morning.
Genma reached out questing fingers and lightly touched the blanket on the bed, smiling as Shikamaru moved with a grumble.
Regret entered Genma's eyes as he looked at Shikamaru's sleeping face for a little longer before he finally withdrew his hand and turned, walking quietly over to the closet and pulling out his pack.
Genma placed the bag on top of the chest of drawers, opening the top as he reached down and pulled open the top drawer.
“You got called in?”
Genma's hand hovered over his senbon pouch for a few moments before he picked it up and placed it beside his open pack.
“Yeah. I can't call in sick...but I want to.” replied Genma, a smile coming to his lips as he heard Shikamaru tsk in annoyance, knowing that he was blushing.
“Do you need help packing?”
Genma turned and felt his pulse begin to race as Shikamaru pushed himself up, the sheet dropping to pool in his lap, leaving his chest bare and his seal on display.
Genma swallowed and felt his face warm.
“If you can grab the ration bars from the third shelf of the pantry in the kitchen, that would help me out a lot.” muttered Genma, quickly averting his gaze and pulling out a pouch of vials, setting them next to the senbons.
Genma heard Shikamaru shift before he heard the sound of feet touching the wooden floor.
Genma didn't need the distraction of seeing Shikamaru bare chested, seal slanted at a sexy angle riding a little higher on smooth tan skin above loose drawstring pants, walking through his apartment.
“Do you want me to leave?” asked a voice hesitantly behind him before Genma felt a hand on his bare shoulder.
Genma heard the concern and a smile came readily to his lips.
“Hell no, Shika. Stay as long as you need. I would rather stay here with you than go to work, that's all.” admitted Genma, pulling out a small pouch of shuriken to place beside his senbon pouch.
“That bad, huh?”
Genma paused in his task and turned to face Shikamaru.
“Yeah, it is. I've been wanting to be with you like this for Kami knows how long and when it does happen, I get called in.” replied Genma, looking chagrined.
“Oh. We're still not fucking, ecchi.” muttered Shikamaru, his face going brick red.
Genma stared transfixed at the man in front of him, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable and felt his heart skip as he started laughing low and sensual.
“Wow. I am flattered.” replied Genma with a smile, not at all offended as he reached up and cupped Shikamaru's warm cheek.
“Shika. I meant what I said last night. I'm thrilled that we have made this much progress...I am but I also know we have a long way to go before you can fully trust me with your heart.” murmured Genma, somberly, his eyes dropping to Shikamaru's parted lips.
“I am in no hurry, Shika.” whispered Genma, moving his gaze up to look at Shikamaru's flushed features.
Shikamaru's face darkened before he averted his face.
“Don't stay away for too long...baka.” grouched Shikamaru tetchily.
“Shika...I will come back as quickly as I can.” replied Genma softly with a smile, caressing Shikamaru's cheek.
Genma's eyes widened fractionally as he felt shadows wrap around his body and pull him up against Shikamaru's body, his lips now brushing Shikamaru's own.
Genma felt the touch of Shikamaru's tongue on his lips and opened his mouth, allowing access.
Genma groaned as he felt the slide of Shikamaru's tongue against his own.
Shikamaru's breath, hot and sweet in his mouth, the flutter of Shika's pulse as his other hand slipped up and cupped the back of the shadow wielder's neck, the flare of warmth that vibrated from the seal pressed tightly against his torso; Genma embraced the opportunity with both hands.
Genma heard Shika groan, as the kiss continued.
Shadows roamed his body, teasing and touching as Shikamaru reached over and wrapped his arms around Genma's neck, prolonging the contact.
“Kami...” breathed Genma, as they broke apart, his lips a couple of inches from Shikamaru's own.
Genma stared at Shikamaru's face, flushed and aroused by his kiss before the younger man dropped his head and pressed his lips against Genma's neck.
Genma felt his control unravel as he heard Shikamaru's breathing, harsh and choppy to his ears.
“Oh, no...you can't hide from me, Shika...please, not now.” muttered Genma, lifting Shikamaru's face and claiming his lips once more.
The timing was bad but Genma didn't care.
Genma groaned low and deep as he felt shadows slip into his pants and heard the rasp of his zipper sliding down.
“Kami, Shika...your girls are bold but I'm not complaining.” rasped Genma, breaking the kiss as he felt a shadowy hand cup and lift his cock out of his pants.
“I can't help it. They're reacting to my emotions right now.” complained Shikamaru, his face dusting a deeper shade of rose as he glanced down and saw his shadows stroke Genma's cock.
“Ahhhh...Shika....kami. I can get...ahhh...very used to this.” groaned Genma as the shadows fondle his nut sack as they continued to stroke his cock.
Shikamaru felt the breath hitch in his chest as the senbon dropped from Genma's slack lips to the floor with a low clack before he closed his eyes with a low husky moan and dropped his head back, exposing his neck to Shikamaru's hungry gaze.
Shikamaru stared at the inviting expanse before he leaned forward and placed his lips against Genma's skin, sucking and lathing at the spot with his tongue for a few moments, listening to the older man gasp and beg for release.
“Kuso, Shika...I'm going to come if you and your girls keep this up...” warned Genma hoarsely as he felt Shikamaru's teeth graze his neck and fingertips slide over his hard nipples.
Shikamaru smiled fully against Genma's neck now.
“Not yet. I want to give you something first.” murmured Shikamaru, pulling his lips from Genma's skin and stepping back, the shadows sliding off Genma and receding back into the darkness.
Genma felt the shadows leave him the same time as Shikamaru released his hold on his skin, feeling a keen sense of loss.
“What...” began Genma, only to swallow audibly when Shikamaru gave him a slow sexy smile and gracefully dropped to his knees.
“Kami, Shika...why?” husked Genma as he watched Shika wrap a tanned hand around the base of his cock and slide his lips over the head and down the shaft in one smooth movement.
Genma groaned low and anguished as he felt the vibration of Shikamaru laughing, his mouth full of his penis, the length now slick and wet as Shika moved.
“Kami...you gorgeous man. You're right. Ahhh...I don't need to know. Do...ahhh, kami....what you want with me.” gasped Genma as his hands reached up and rode the back of Shikamaru's head as the younger man continued to stroke his cock with his mouth and tongue.
“Ahhh, kami...Shika...kami...I'm going to come.” warned Genma, feeling his control unravel as his body tightened and his balls drew up.
Hazel eyes opened and dilated with shock and arousal as Genma felt Shika's mouth slide down to the base of his shaft and swallow.
“HOLY FUCK!!!!” roared Genma as he felt his cock erupt in the younger shinobi's mouth, feeling Shikamaru swallowing rapidly as he came and came, emptying his balls.
“Kami....Shika.” whispered Genma hoarsely, his trembling hands restlessly moving through Shikamaru's unbound hair in a clumsy caress.
“I'm going to return the favor when I get back, Shika.” stated Genma bluntly as he watched Shika pull away, licking his lips as he looked up at Genma.
“I'm counting on it. Now, hurry up and finish packing, Ecchi.” muttered Shikamaru, going brick red as he averted his gaze.

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Genma stepped into the locker room and heard the noise die down as he strolled over to his locker.
“We heard you had to take care of a disturbance at one of the local bars.”
Genma pushed in his combination and opened the door to his locker, setting the bag inside before pulling out his ANBU uniform.
“Judging by the way you all reacted when I walked in the room, I get the impression you are all dying to know the details.” murmured Genma calmly, shrugging off his flack jacket.
“Well, yeah. I mean, Shikamaru Nara losing control at a bar is a big deal.” gloated the man who just spoke.
Genma dropped his jacket onto the nearby bench and reached down, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head.
Genma reached into his locker and pulled out his sleeveless ANBU shirt, slipping it over his head and tugged it down.
“Nothing to tell. Just a guy sitting at a bar, having a drink and wanting to be left alone...nothing more.” replied Genma, unbuckling his belt and pulling the belt free from the loops in his pants.
Genma smirked when he heard the disappointed murmurs behind him as he pulled out his ANBU uniform pants from his locker.
“I call bullshit on that, Shiranui.” stated a voice.
All noise died in the room as the curious watched and waited to see what Genma Shiranui would do next.
The senbon flicked in Genma's mouth as his hands paused briefly on the waistband of his pants before pushing them down and off his long legs in a practiced, fluid motion.
“Like I care what you think...Hyuuga.” returned Genma calmly as he reached for his uniform pants and pulled them on, zipping up the fly before turning to smirk at the man who just entered the room with a bag hanging off a shoulder.
“You should...especially when it concerns Shikamaru Nara.” countered Neji, arrogantly.
Genma stared at the man, reached up, plucked the senbon from his lips and deliberately yawned, making it clear to the Hyuuga just how unimpressed he was by the other man.
“Really? You're an expert on shadow wielders now? You sure fooled the hell out of me the other day, Hyuuga. From what I could see, Nara wanted nothing more than to see the back of your head.” returned Genma finally, putting the senbon back between his lips.
“He was being polite.”
Genma, chuckled low and long, genuinely amused by the other man's cool and calm reply.
“Is that what you are calling it these days? You're fooling yourself if you think it was politeness. He was clearly repulsed by the sight of you and your little wife showing up unannounced. I can't say I blame him.” countered Genma with a knowing smirk.
Genma flicked his senbon as he heard more than one shinobi in the locker room draw in a breath.
He personally didn't care at this point.
“He's not interested in low class ass like yours.” murmured Hyuuga, unperturbed by the older shinobi's comment.
The other shinobi held their breaths as the senbon froze mid-flick and the atmosphere in the locker room suddenly felt cold and claustrophobic.
They watched in fascination as Genma moved, stopping in front of Hyuuga.
Genma watched Neji's eyes narrow as he deliberately reached up and casually pulled the high neck of his uniform shirt away from his skin enough to reveal a fresh bruise, dark and purple on his neck.
“I beg to differ.” murmur Genma with a slow smirk, watching the anger come into the Hyuuga's eyes as he realized what the mark meant.
Genma knew it was a cheap move but he didn't care.
“I may need to work with your arrogant ass but I don't need to respect you because you feel entitled. You made your choice when you chose to marry that woman. It's too late to have regrets now, Hyuuga and that's what you are having...regrets. If Nara wishes to give me the time of day, I will consider myself a blessed man. Your opinion means nothing to me.” breathed out Genma, not bothering to hide his anger and irritation at the man in front of him.
Genma released the fabric and switched the senbon, before turning and walking back to his locker.
He was angry. Angry at Hyuuga, angry at his fellow shinobi for being so nosy but most of all, he was angry at himself to reacting to Hyuuga's pettiness.
Hyuuga was jealous. He didn't misread that emotion that drifted briefly in the other man's eyes.
Genma felt the smirk come to his lips as he flicked the senbon.
The cold bastard had showed his true feelings when he revealed the hickey.
Shikamaru was still reluctant about his feelings for him but that hadn't stopped the younger man from placing his claim and marking his flesh in such a blatant spot.
Genma felt a sense of calm wash over him as he swung his backpack onto his shoulders and reached for his red scarf and mask.
Talk was cheap but action was decisive and clear in meaning.
Shikamaru wanted him. The hickey was physical proof of this.
Hyuuga was indeed delusional if he thought for one moment that he was going to allow another man to walk in and take Shikamaru from him.
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