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Jizz In My Pants	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 1838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: As war draws near, Shikamaru and Neji share a tender moment.

Warnings: **Spoilers for chapter 515 of the manga!** Angst, Anal, Language

Pairing(s): ShikaNeji

Off to War

War was looming. In just a little over an hour, all the ninja were to assemble in formation to begin preparing for Madara and what he had left of his Akatsuki for the inevitable attack.

Shikamaru knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. He could feel the nervousness and fear begin to slowly creep up from the back of his mind, placing doubts and negative thoughts within his field of thinking. The Nara squashed them quickly; he was to be the official sub-commander of his division and could not afford to second-guess anything. ‘Just remain calm,’ he reminded himself, breathing deeply for a few moments. ‘Keep a clear head; worry about such troublesome things later.’

After a short pause in his steps, Shikamaru continued down the hallway. Ninja from all the Shinobi Nations surrounded him, getting supplies, doing some last-minute intel work, stretching, even some of the older shinobi were reassuring the younger ones, shinobi around the Nara’s age, all in preparation for the coming battle. The shadow wielder tightened his grip on the new headband that had just been issued to signify the union of all the Shinobi Nations. It was probably the biggest piece of evidence that this war was really happening, why else would the greatest ninja from across five different countries come together?

Shikamaru released a heavy sigh as he reached his destination, knocking gently on the door before letting himself in. The room was mostly empty, save for a few cushions for sitting on the floor and a low table and small refrigerator in the corner. He went to the room on the left, which opened up to a bedroom where the Nara found the person he’d been looking for.

Neji sat on the large bed, meticulously going through the various weapons and scrolls sitting on the sheets. He looked up as the shadow wielder stepped inside, creamy eyes as serious as ever. “Are they here, Shikamaru?” he asked curtly, hands still working the items in front of him.

The shadow wielder merely nodded and tossed the forehead protector to the jounin, who caught it with ease.

Neji stood from the bed and moved to the nightstand, quickly taking off the Konoha headband and replacing it with the “Shinobi” one.

Shikamaru’s dark eyes looked on in silence as the Hyuga had a little trouble with his hair tangling in the knot he’d made. It was another sign of war; Neji was wearing the leaf ninja flak jacket. All shinobi were now required to don the green vests or appropriate armor of their village. A familiar sadness began to well within the Nara’s chest, pulling at his heart and resurrecting the doubt within his mind. He knew just as much as anyone this war wasn’t going to be a cake-walk. He knew this was probably going to be the most dangerous event in his life up to this point.

He knew people were going to die.

The thought made Shikamaru slightly flinch and he lowered his gaze to the floor with a small sigh. ‘What a troublesome time to be thinking that.’

“Shikamaru?” Neji called out, walking up to the younger man. “Is something troubling you?”

The Nara brought his gaze up to those calm, white eyes of the jounin. “No,” he responded softly, trailing his gaze over Neji’s appearance. ‘How can he seem so in control?’ Granted Neji was always calm and controlled; that was partly the reason Shikamaru had been drawn to him in the first place, but this… seemed different to the Nara. It was almost like an eerie calm, similar to one just before a violent storm or after one has heard terrible news and represses the emotions attached to it. Whatever it was, Shikamaru wasn’t sure he liked it.

Neji’s eyes darkened a fraction as he glared in annoyance. “Don’t lie to me, Nara.”

Another sigh slipped from the shadow wielder’s lips; he really didn’t want to talk about it. Whether this whole situation bothered him or not, it was still happening and he was still going to be responsible for many lives; losing his focus could cost a lot of people dearly. He sucked in a breath and changed tactics, “That looks good on you.”

The Hyuga closed his eyes, releasing a heavy, frustrated sigh of his own. “Don’t change the subject, either!” When cream-colored orbs looked at Shikamaru again, the chunin couldn’t help but let some of his emotions leak into his gaze. A spark of realization flashed within Neji’s expression and his eyes softened. He took another step closer to Shikamaru. “Does this bother you, Shikamaru?” he asked quietly, gently grasping the shadow wielder’s hands to place them on the flak jacket covering his chest. “Is it me… wearing this?”

Shikamaru had to remember to breathe, fingers clutching the rough fabric tightly, recognition coursing through his mind and heart like a slow rolling wave. He fought against the sting in his eyes by closing them, not wanting the thought to emerge within his consciousness. It floated on the edge of his mind, making Shikamaru slightly tremble in the effort to keep it there.

He was too terrified to think it.

Warm hands cupped his face and the shadow wielder forced his lids to part, immediately being swallowed up into concerned cloudy eyes.

“Tell me, Shikamaru,” he whispered again, carefully leaning in to the Nara. “It’s all right.”

The worry in those pretty eyes made a slight crack in Shikamaru’s fight against the darkness within him, the unwelcome thought bubbling to the surface of his mind and causing the sadness to poison the rest of his thoughts.

He didn’t want to say it. Voicing it would only make it more real; the current pull at his heart was barely being kept at bay as it was. The Nara was afraid all of his control would be lost if he said what the jounin wanted him to say.

The warmth on his face shifted as Neji moved closer, wrapping his arms around the shadow wielder’s neck and ghosting his lips over the Shikamaru’s. “Tell me,” he said again.

Shikamaru swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He prepared himself as much as possible, the words escaping his lips a bit hoarsely.

“I’m afraid… I might lose you.”

Neji sighed softly, closing his eyes a moment before giving the Nara a warm gaze. He eliminated what remaining space there was between them and gently pressed his mouth onto Shikamaru’s.

Shikamaru was grateful for the contact, his lips melding against the Hyuga’s, trying to get the warmth he felt to leak into his heart; anything to keep the soul-numbing darkness away.

In all reality, he knew he didn’t have much to be afraid of. Hyuga Neji was a very strong shinobi and could easily take care of himself. Thinking about it, the Nara figured it wasn’t necessarily the jounin he was worried about. It more had to do with the fact that Madara would be so unpredictable; nobody really knew what was going to be in store with this war the Uchiha had started. Add to that fact that Douchey McDouche Sasuke also might be fighting in this war and there was the new-and-improved Kabuto to contend with as well. All three had practically unknown abilities and noted to be very strong; even Naruto had said he couldn’t have defeated the Uchiha survivor when he went up against him last.

‘And there’s no doubt Sasuke has only gotten stronger since then,’ Shikamaru concluded within his never-ending thoughts, a traitorous tear running down his cheek.

Neji pulled his lips away, wiping away the moisture from the Nara’s skin as he gave the chunin a small smile. “Me too,” he whispered, slender fingers trailing along Shikamaru’s jaw, “but we cannot dwell on such things, Shikamaru. We have a job to do; we must not fail. Madara must be stopped.”

The shadow wielder lightly scoffed. “You think I don’t know that?” he replied just as quietly, his hands moving down the green vest to wrap around Neji’s slim waist.

“It is a distraction.” The Hyuga tilted his head until their foreheads met, gaze never leaving Shikamaru’s dark eyes.

“It’s a legitimate concern,” he countered, pressing back against the cool metal upon his brow. “We don’t know what this war will throw at us, Neji. I may be able to analyze the enemies’ within a few seconds, but I can’t examine what’s not there. We could be walking into something a lot more frightful and dangerous than Kyuubi.”

Neji sighed again, locking his fingers behind the Nara’s neck. “Stop thinking so much, Shikamaru; you are fretting over nothing. This is very uncharacteristic of you.”

“I could say the same about you,” Shikamaru replied, voice rising the tiniest bit. “This calmness you’ve surrounded yourself in feels forced, like you’re trying to numb your very being to the whole situation.”

A small smirk curved the Hyuga’s lips as he leaned his head away. “There truly is nothing you can’t see, Shikamaru. It’s almost as if you have the Byakugan.” His smirk vanished and his eyes hardened once more. “But both of us have much more important things to worry about.”

The Nara shook his head, the words passing his lips before he was even aware he was thinking them, “Nothing is more important to me than you, Neji.”

Creamy eyes widened a moment in shock, the jounin’s cheeks flushing the tiniest bit before he smiled and leaned in to the shadow wielder again. “Thank you, Shikamaru.” Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Neji easily sliding his tongue into the Nara’s mouth to rub against his own.

Shikamaru moaned, having always loved the Hyuga’s kisses and trying not to think that this could possibly be the last kiss they would share. His grip around Neji tightened at the thought.

A small sound left him when he felt one of the jounin’s hands reach his chest and began unzipping his own flak jacket. Shikamaru grasped Neji’s wrist, pulling away from that delectable mouth to look into the Hyuga’s eyes, which were flickering with an emotion Shikamaru could not name.

“What are you doing, Neji?” he asked a bit breathless.

Neji smiled again. “Giving you something better to think about.” He pulled the Nara’s head forward to press their mouths together once more, kissing with more fervor than the shadow wielder had seen in a long time. Pulling his wrist free, Neji continued to tug the zipper down until it came undone and pushed the fabric away from Shikamaru’s shoulders, pooling at his ankles.

The Nara still tried to protest, but found himself wanting to succumb to Neji’s blatant desire. “Ah… we can’t,” he whispered between kisses. “No—mmm—time…”

The jounin chuckled, reaching up underneath Shikamaru’s shirt to play with hardening nipples still beneath thin fishnet. “The war will start with or without us, Shikamaru. Like I said, stop worrying so much.”

Shikamaru could only respond with a moan, putting up no resistance as Neji gently pushed him to the bed, where he fell back. Some weapons clattered onto the floor, but neither ninja paid them any mind. The Hyuga quickly pulled Shikamaru’s dark shirt and fishnet over his head, causing the chunin to smile. Neji could say what he wanted, but he still knew they had a very short timeframe.

The Nara helped by returning the favor, peeling away Neji’s flak jacket and dark shirt to reveal his glorious flesh. He tried to caress the soft skin, but the chunin’s efforts were thwarted when Neji pulled away to hastily pull off his pants and underwear. Shikamaru smirked and undid his own dark pants. He was about to pull them off when Neji’s hands stopped him and merely pulled out the Nara’s hardened flesh.

Dark eyes watched, not sure if he was dreaming or not, as the Hyuga grabbed some lubrication from his discarded vest and began rubbing the cool gel onto Shikamaru’s erection. He moaned at the touch, a little curious when Neji took two lubed fingers and reached back to his ass.

“N-Neji?” Shikamaru asked as the Hyuga flinched, pushing the digits into his entrance.

“Not enough—ah!—time for real prep,” Neji replied, pulling his fingers out and straddling the Nara’s hips.

Shikamaru grabbed Neji’s waist, holding him still and giving him a worried look. “I’ll hurt you.”

The Hyuga gave the chunin’s lips a quick kiss. “I can handle it.” He guided the Nara’s slicked member to his lubed hole and very slowly had it penetrate his body.

Both ninja hissed, Shikamaru arching his back and being careful not thrust his hips. He was so fucking tight! He’d never had sex with Neji without stretching him out first, and for good reason. The Nara kept his eyes on the jounin, his expression showing more signs of concentration than pain, but Shikamaru knew this couldn’t be all that pleasurable at the moment. He took in deep breaths, grateful when Neji did the same as he carefully and completely impaled himself.

A few moments passed, the Nara being more than willing to wait while the jounin adjusted; he did not want to make this any more painful than it was. It wasn’t long, though, before Neji raised himself up and slowly moved back down. Shikamaru moaned at the movement.

“I-it’s okay, Shikamaru,” the Hyuga breathed out softly. “I’m okay.” Pale eyes gazed down expectantly at his partner, reassurance flooding them.

Shikamaru nodded, gently grasping Neji’s hips and giving a shallow thrust.

The beautiful sound that came from the Hyuga’s mouth was barely laced with pain; he was ready.

The pace that had been set was leisurely, both merely enjoying the sensations they each had while together. Unfortunately, Shikamaru knew they were running dangerously short on time, and they sure as hell couldn’t afford to have somebody find them, not now.

Dark eyes locked with creamy orbs; Neji nodded and braced himself before the Nara began thrusting hard and fast. He joined the jounin in moans and gasps of pleasure as they got closer and closer to their release.

Shikamaru sat up and wrapped his arms around Neji’s torso, sharing a sloppy kiss as his thrusts got more intense.

“Fuck, Shikamaru,” the Hyuga moaned, hands clutching the chunin’s shoulders, “oh gods, I’m close.”

“Together,” Shikamaru whispered back, closing his eyes and focusing only on the feel of Neji’s flesh against his own, burning it to memory, like several of the other times they’d found themselves tangled together in a lustful heat. How it had grown to something so emotionally and spiritually strong, the Nara would never know and was pretty sure Neji didn’t know either.

All Shikamaru did know was that he did not want to lose someone so close to his heart.

The heat pooling in his lower abdomen suddenly burst forth, Shikamaru biting his lip and holding his breath as he came. The man in his arms shuddered with a low moan, shooting hot bursts of cum onto the Nara.

Shikamaru came down with a heavy sigh, falling back onto the bed. His heart pounded, breathing ragged and he was slightly sweaty, but he was determined to let the lightheadedness stay as long as it wanted. The chunin scowled slightly when he felt Neji remove himself from Shikamaru’s lap and heard him enter the attached bathroom.

‘We’re probably late,’ the Nara realized with disappointment. Opening his eyes, Shikamaru stared at the ceiling lazily. He didn’t want to go back, not yet. ‘If only we had more time.’

Only a few short minutes later had the chunin’s dark orbs looking away from what was above him to his lover as Neji leaned over him to carefully wipe Shikamaru’s chest with a wet rag.

The Nara’s heart pulsed painfully. There was no telling how this war was going to turn out; no way to know what was going to happen. He couldn’t… Shikamaru could not do this, and the realization of that made him bite his tongue. It was simply too excruciating to think that he might lose someone so precious to him.

He watched as Neji stood, already in his pants and shirt, and threw away the ruined cloth.

“Promise me,” Shikamaru whispered, not sure if he should be asking such a thing.

The Hyuga turned from putting his flak jacket back on, creamy eyes giving him a confused look. “What, Shikamaru?”

The chunin sat up and reached for Neji’s hand, gazing up into his gorgeous eyes. “Promise me that you will come back to me alive, Neji.”

Neji sighed a bit sadly and averted his orbs. “I can’t, Shikamaru. I’d only be lying.”

“Then promise to do what you can to survive,” the Nara tried again, dark eyes desperate. “I can’t go out there until you give me your word.”

Pale eyes turned back to him, fingers tightening around Shikamaru’s hand as he quietly responded, “Only… if you do the same for me.”

Shikamaru smiled, some warmth flooding through his heart and easing his mind. “I promise to try and survive… and come back to you, Neji.”

“And I will do the same,” the Hyuga agreed with a small smile of his own.

The quiet between them stretched out for a short while, Shikamaru wishing it could last longer as Neji reminded him of the time. He quickly redressed and followed the man his heart desired to the door.

Before he opened it, Neji turned and planted his lips onto Shikamaru’s for a final kiss. Shikamaru gratefully accepted it, hoping it wasn’t truly the last time he’d share such an intimate moment with the Hyuga.

They parted, Neji locking gazes with the Nara and whispered, “Until this war is over.”

Shikamaru nodded, “Until then.”

~~~~~

All the shinobi were already lined up. Even though he was late, Shikamaru still made his way to his position, groaning internally when he saw a familiar blonde standing next to his spot to the right of Chouji.

He nodded at his pudgy friend, who was munching what he could, trying to ignore the deep sea green eyes being bored into his skull.

“You’re late!” Temari stated as the Nara took his position to her left.

Shikamaru shrugged. “Lost track of time,” he offered as a meager excuse.

The blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Would you take this seriously?! This is war, crybaby, not one of your stupid shougi games!”

“Got it,” he said in a lackluster tone, dark eyes catching sight of the generals and commander general for the army.

A small growl left Temari as she followed the Nara’s gaze. She sighed lightly and returned her green eyes to the Nara. “Gaara may be the Division 4 General,” she began in that typical nagging tone the chunin found most women had, “but he’s also Commander General of the whole army! Technically you’re only his proxy, but you’re essentially the General of Division 4, so look alive!”

It was Shikamaru’s turn to sigh. “Just when I thought this couldn’t get any more troublesome…”

The blonde shook her head and looked away. “Fine; don’t come crying to me when you get killed.”

‘I won’t,’ Shikamaru thought immediately. ‘I made a promise and I will not break it.’ He lifted his head slightly, ready for whatever this troublesome war had to throw at him. ‘No matter what, I will come back to you, Neji.’

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