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Neji
arrived at Shikamaru�s door bright and early the next morning, torn between nerves
and excitement. He rapped lightly on the door to signal his presence and
successfully resisted the urge to shuffle from foot to foot as he waited for
Shikamaru to respond.
He mentally
reviewed their last encounter while he waited for the sloth-speeded Nin to
answer. He�d followed Iruka�s advice, and devised his own system to categorize
each action and reaction. Particularly the reactions; Neji was reasonably sure
that the Nara�s reactions were another key to their progress.
Neji had
developed an overly-complicated point system for each of Shikamaru�s blushes,
moans, sighs and physical responses. Neji was now armed with a list of things
that Shikamaru appeared responsive to, and list of things he appeared to be
repulsed by.
There was
also a list of what Neji planned on doing to his newly-acquired partner. It had
little check boxes at the beginning of each item, so Neji could be sure they�d
crossed them off.
The light
had long faded by the time Neji had completed his lists.
He�d been
surprised to realize that position number one of the list of �Ways to Make
Shikamaru Moan� was kissing.
Not really
that surprising considering they�d done little more than kiss. Neji had put
considerable amount of thought into it, and while he didn�t like to recall the
encounters he�d seen between Genma and Shikamaru, he was reasonably sure that
they had not kissed.
Kissing was
for lovers and Genma was not Shikamaru�s lover.
Kissing
turned his skittish, edgy stag into a puddle of wanton need. A
willing participant in Neji�s lust.
He waited a
few moments before discreetly activating his
Byakugan. After all his anxiety, Shikamaru wasn�t home.
Neji glared
at the door as if it was responsible. Find
Shikamaru. Kiss until he�s moaning and pliant. Give him the books and contract.
A little
thing like Shikamaru being out wasn�t going to stop his plans for the day.

Shikamaru
was, of all places, in the Hokage Tower. On a Saturday. In the morning.
Neji�s extensive �observations� of his quarry had proven the long held village
belief that Nara Shikamaru did not get out of bed before midday unless his
mother attacked him with a pitcher of water.
Local
legend also told of Mrs. Nara�s insistence that Shikamaru hang out his wet
bedclothes before he got dressed. Weird. Sometimes the Nara clan was just as twisted as his
own.
Shikamaru
at work on a Saturday in the morning could only mean two things. One, Naruto
was under threat again. Two, the entire village was under threat again. Neither
option was particularly encouraging.
Neji found
Shikamaru surrounded by important looking scrolls, each as thick with dust as
Naruto�s academy texts. His shoulders slumped over his forearms which looked like
long inactivity had glued them to the table. The younger man�s hands were
curled into tight fists, white at the knuckles and red at his fingertips.
Shikamaru looked at the scrolls with loathing; like Ibiki with a suspect who refused
give up his secrets.
His
submissive spent too much time wrapped in the harsher side of Shinobi life.
�Neji,� he
said tersely, eyes fixed to a point on the wall, �whatever it is, make it
quick.�
Such a disobedient submissive, thought Neji. So
much for me to teach you.
�I have
some books for you to read. And a contract. I assume you know what that is all
about. If not, there is an explanation attached.� �Neji counted twelve fat scrolls unread on the
tabletop. Each one bore the seal of the Hokage�s highest clearance level. Neji
wasn�t even allowed to carry
something with such a high security level.
His plans
to pleasure his submissive into the fading day crumbled under the combined
weight of their duties.
�You�re
obviously busy. I will leave them here.�
Shikamaru�s
gaze drifted upward, not quite catching his eye. �Thank you.�
Neji
narrowed his eyes. The Nara brat could at least look at him. Such disrespect was
unacceptable to a comrade. As his lover, Shikamaru should at least greet him
properly.
�You�re
welcome,� he replied with an icy tone. �You should finish them in the next two
weeks. Bring the books and contract back to me.�
�We�ll
see.� Neji watched his submissive�s shoulders closely. The young man�s spine
was like a cobra ready to strike. Shikamaru�s shoulders had crept closer to his
ears as he muscles coiled and turned on one another.
Observe your
submissive. Observation
1: Shikamaru was being uncharacteristically rude.
Neji
stepped up to the opposite side of the table. He placed his hands with deliberation
on the surface, careful not to disturb the scrolls. Shikamaru kept his eyes
fixed on the opposite wall.
Observation
2: He knows I can read his eyes.
Dark,
silken strands of his hair shifted as he lent forward. He deliberately placed
himself in the Nara�s direct line of vision.
Shikamaru�s
eyes were closed.
Always thinking so far ahead.
Observation
3: Shikamaru was treating him as an opponent.
When exactly did this become
combative?
An opponent. The enemy. Someone who could hurt you. Someone who could damage you. Someone at odds with you.
Bile burned
its way up Neji�s throat. He suppressed it. Shikamaru should be coming to him
in his time of need, not treating him as the enemy.
�Shikamaru,�
he said quietly, �perhaps a short break is advisable.�
��You�re not my mother, Neji,� Shikamaru grunted.
He continued keep his eyes closed. �I�ll take a break when it�s needed.�
Neji
pressed his palms flat to hard wooden tabletop to control himself.
�No, you
won�t,� growled Neji. ��You�ll sit here
stewing on the implications of whatever information has come to light today
until the moon rises, then you�ll meander down the stairs of the Hokage Tower
only to spark up. You�ll expect me to be waiting for you like a lap dog so you
can lose yourself in the warmth of someone else�s taste and then you�ll retreat
to your apartment, unsatisfied, so you can stress yourself into an early
grave.�
Shikamaru
opened his eyes. For the first time since he entered the room, Shikamaru lifted
his eyes to meet Neji�s.
Empty. Pain. Neji
felt the swirling tension in Shikamaru�s eyes hit him like one of Lee�s extra
special kicks. Someone�s going to die.
Shikamaru has to order someone to their death.
�It�s
worked for me so far,� said Shikamaru, his voice rough with torment.
God, his eyes are bleeding with it. Neji chest constricted and compressed
the air in his lungs painfully. He worried that taking another breath would
break a rib. Fat, salty water drops rested in the corner of Shikamaru�s eyes.
If the Nara had been younger, or less in control of himself, he
probably would have cried.
Neji�s arms
ached to hold him. To caress him. His fingers itched to trace the taut muscles
of his submissive�s back, to press the pain from the coiled sections. Neji
wrestled with himself over the impulse. Was it too much?� Or would it not be enough?
Kisses,
were, to date, the most effective tool for bringing his beautiful submissive to
his knees. Hugs were a parallel.
Go with it, urged his wayward thoughts, and grope him while you�re at it.
Neji circled
the table. He stood beside Shikamaru, his front just touching Shadow User�s
side. Shikamaru had yet to move.
��No, it hasn�t.� Neji said gently.
Muscle
groups in the body are related. Gai had taught them to read the movements of
muscles in their opponent�s bodies so they could predict the next strike.
Shikamaru�s shoulders were wound too tightly, there was nowhere for the
increase in tension to go but down. His stomach muscles crumpled in on
themselves like a reverse accordion and cascade effect pulled Shikamaru�s chin
towards his chest.
Gravity
took over. The fat, salty tears that rested in the corner of his eyes made
their natural progression to his cheeks and caressed his face with the careless
abandon of a rain drop.
Neji rested
his hand on Shikamaru�s nape. He pushed a hint of chakra into his palm to heat
the tired muscles. His submissive�s shoulders dissolved under his palm like
icing over a too-warm cake.
�If it had,
I never would have been assigned to follow you.� He gripped Shikamaru�s jaw
between his fingers and tipped the taut Nin�s face back. It contrasted hotly to
the gentle palm on his nape. ��Take a
break now - get your composure back - and then start on the next lot.�
�You say it
likes it�s easy.�
Neji
flicked his eyes back to Shikamaru�s at the admission; he was unsurprised to
see them open. Neji caught and held the younger man�s gaze, fighting a silent,
still battle that carried as much danger as any hand-to-hand combat Neji had ever
engaged in.
Combative.
Shikamaru was acting like Neji was his opponent, not his lover. Did Shikamaru
regret what they had done? Was he not ready for this type of relationship?
Had Neji
already pushed him too far?
He pulled
his hand from Shikamaru�s nape and gripped his upper arm as the thought rocked
his perceptions of the earlier tryst. It
was voluntary, yes? Shikamaru wanted him to do this with him, didn�t he?
And lo, the
reasoning behind the contract became clear. Without Shikamaru�s consent-- given
freely, and not while Neji was kissing him senseless-- Neji couldn�t be
entirely sure that his lover really did want him to do this.
His
rambling fears were rudely interrupted by Shikamaru�s foot connecting with his
shin.
Damn it. Focus, Hyuuga.
Neji
growled into his disobedient lover�s ear. Shikamaru had closed his eyes again.
He tightened his grip on the Nara�s jaw to just shy of bruising and
used it to force Shikamaru out of his chair.
Stubborn, disobedient little brat�
Shikamaru
could have easily immobilized him by now if he didn�t want Neji to be his
Dominant. So why the combativeness? Why test him? What could Shikamaru hope to achieve
with such bad behaviour?
Didn�t one of the books warn about a
submissive misbehaving on purpose? To get into trouble?�
He took a
deep, calming breath turned Shikamaru�s face to his. His rested his lips just
shy of Shikamaru�s so each breath would brush over the Nara�s lips, taunting him with the
promise of a real kiss.
He�d been
distracted by his concerns and had come close to failing his submissive.
Shikamaru had as good as ordered him to take control with that kick. It�s not that easy, he�d said. Was it about
taking a break, or getting his composure back?
�Shikamaru,�
he said seriously, �I have to be absolutely clear on this, so you must answer
fully and truthfully.�
Shikamaru
remained unmoved for precious seconds before he nodded against Neji�s rock-like
grip. Neji gentled his hold on Shikamaru�s jaw and used his middle finger to
stroke the underside of his submissive�s jaw.�
�Do you
need me to help you, Shikamaru?� asked Neji, softly.
Shikamaru
nodded slowly. Under the slow movement of his finger Neji felt the tense jaw
soften. Neji�s words teased Shikamaru�s lips with breath, and the Nara�s mouth opened subtly; barely
enough to part his dry lips.
Relief
poured through Neji at the admission. He pulled Shikamaru to him with the grip
on his upper arm and allowed his other hand to fall to the Shadow User�s
opposite shoulder.
Shikamaru drew
a short, sharp breath as Neji pulled him into his embrace. Neji let his hand
fall from Shikamaru�s shoulder to stroke his lover�s back while gentling the
grip on his upper arm.
The sweet,
sweet scent of cinnamon and pure earth graced his senses as he tipped his
forehead against Shikamaru�s. The Nara�s eyes had drifted shut again and
his breath settled to puff softly against Neji�s lips, just centimeters away.
It�s like a drug to him, isn�t it?
Voice.
Body language. These were his weapons now. Shikamaru was not an opponent, but
strategy was needed. Neji needed to have a plan, or he would be swept away by that
sweet scent and those expressive eyes.
��Do you want me to make it go away for a while?�
murmured Neji.
Shikamaru
held his breath. Neji felt the skin catch on his forehead as Shikamaru nodded.
�You need
to answer me verbally, Shikamaru. I need to know that you consent to this, or I
will not continue.�
Shikamaru
screwed up his already closed eyes, bunching his nose unattractively between
them. The unattractive sight was heightened by the lack of distance, their
joined heads. Neji couldn�t bring himself to close his eyes.
�You will
need to say it, or at least respond with a yes or no.�
Neji fought
to keep his eyes focused on his Shikamaru�s. They were so close, not even
Neji�s trained eyes could hold focus for more than few seconds. The folds of
delicate skin around Shikamaru�s eyes, bunched and taut when he screwed up his
face, smoothed themselves into baby soft skin once more.
�Yes.� Shikamaru
tipped his chin upward, bringing his mouth into alignment and sealing their
bargain.
Neji pulled
Shikamaru flush with his body and let the younger man�s heat seep into him to
chase away any lingering doubts. It was as close to an admission as he would
get right now, given the state he had found Shikamaru in.
Neji broke
away from the embrace and stepped deliberately to the door to lock it. It was a
rarely used file room, on a Saturday. The likelihood of someone walking in on
them was low, but not unbelievable.
Shikamaru
stood uncomfortably. Neji pulled him into his arms once more. He tipped
Shikamaru�s lips towards his own, his nose touching Shikamaru�s cheek. His
submissive returned the embrace shyly, his other cheek pressed to Neji�s
shoulder.
Neji rained
butterfly soft kisses over his temple.
�If you need
to lose yourself in somebody else�s taste, I am pleased to assist you. But not in a dirty alleyway - and not once the damage is already
done. You will fill out the contract I have given you before the end of
the week, or we will not meet further until you have done so. You will engage
in these activities with me at least once a week until such time as I deem it
necessary to change. Do you understand?�
�Yes, Neji. �
�Good.�
Neji reached
his hand into the tufted ponytail on Shikamaru�s head and wasted no time in
removing the tight hair band. The dark locks fell about the Nara�s face haphazardly, the very front
curling softly to his chin. Pale fingers traced the curve of Shikamaru�s jaw
into the heavy locks and around Shikamaru�s ear.
Neji
descended on the Nara�s lips like an owl swooping on its meal. Their noses
brushed together as Neji tipped Shikamaru�s head to the side and pulled his
bottom lip between his teeth. He pulled back briefly to indulge his love of
Shikamaru�s flushed cheeks. Cloaked by their lids, his eyes ravaged Shikamaru�s
flushed face before he resumed his rampage
�You taste
like cinnamon,� he said.
He tasted
Shikamaru�s moan as repossessed his lips. Neji slid his fingers through the
fine hairs at the nape of Shikamaru�s neck as he slipped his tongue into
Shikamaru�s silk-satin mouth. Shikamaru�s chests to Neji�s as his back arched
and head tilted, allowing Neji to deepen the kiss.
He lightly
massaged the tension from the base of his submissive�s head, eliciting a new
moan which he captured on the tip of his tongue with each new sweep across the
welcoming cavern.
All feeling
left his toes as Neji�s blood diverted to more necessary tasks, namely filling
his cock with more tension than he�d believed possible. Need burned like acid from
Neji�s lips to groin. Shikamaru had shifted from tense and oppositional to
willing with a single hug. What would a kiss do?
He slid
firm hands down Shikamaru�s back, part massage and part caress, and over the
pert cheeks of his lover�s ass.
Shikamaru
bowed backwards as Neji�s hands kneaded his ass, breaking their lips apart to
draw a shaky breath. Neji bent his upper body to give his arms the few extra
inches needed to grip Shikamaru�s thighs in each hand. He lifted the moaning
man�s legs around his waist and supported his weight with his crossed forearms.
Tan hands
gripped Neji�s shoulders. Shikamaru rocked gentle into his chests as Neji
walked them to table. He paused and adjusted his burden between one arm and his
hip and used his free arm to sweep the important scrolls onto the floor like
they were yesterday�s newspapers.
Shikamaru
wrapped his legs around Neji�s hips as the older man settled him on the scarred
wood. Tan fingers tangled in polished brown of Neji�s hair. Shikamaru�s kissed
him with lurid, open lips, dragging across his own, and moaned brazenly, his
open lips allowing the sound to ricochet out around the room. Neji could feel
the reverberations rise from Shikamaru�s chest and over his own lips.
Shikamaru
was loud � too loud maybe for a public place. His conscious mind, pushed to the
dark recesses the moment he kissed Shikamaru, noted future reference, while his
subconscious mind, his wayward, unsavory thoughts controlled his body.
He moaning for you, they whispered, excited by the sound
of their submissive�s pleasure.� He�s hot and hard and panting because of
your lips, your tongue.
Neji rested
his bounty�s booty on the edge of the table � he mourned the loss of contact
with the pert ass even as he reveled in the ability to push his clothed groin
to Shikamaru�s and ground himself into the warm, hard, inviting cloister of
Shikamaru hips.
Shikamaru
dropped his hands to the table and used the leverage to grind his covered cock
against Neji�s. He whined softly when they found a synchronous rhythm and they
both panted harshly when Neji gripped his thigh to tilt him back. Shikamaru�s
forearms slammed onto the table and Neji reigned like a conquering king over
him.��
Sepia locks
freed themselves from their binding and fell over Neji�s shoulders to shelter
them its liquid embrace, like a curtain drawing them into their own smokey realm. Neji caressed the supple skin of Shikamaru�s
neck, nipping the underneath of his jaw and correcting the marks with laps of
his tongue.�
For a
single moment, everything seemed right and safe. Shrouded by their
disconnection for the harsh realities of their daily lives and wrapped in each
other, Neji achieved his first sexual epiphany. This was like touching the god,
like immortality, and ending it would be like a little death.
It was so
perfect, so beautiful, Neji couldn�t breathe. He sought Shikamaru�s face for
recognition, for agreement and likeness of sensation. He found it shadowed in
glassy black eyes, and lost it again when his lungs forced air to return.
Shikamaru
turned his head flat to the table and bucked roughly beneath him, pushing at
Neji�s shoulders and shifted Neji�s centre of gravity back over the table,
taking Neji with it. A short flex of Shikamaru�s shins against Neji�s hip bones
propelled the startled Hyuuga back from the table and into the waiting chair.
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