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Jizz In My Pants	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 1840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Heavy Metal Bitch
Shikamaru knew he shouldn’t be here. It was too dark, the heavy metal music was way too loud, the smell of smoke from various sources was almost overbearing, and he could swear he saw some people licking the blood from their friends’ self-induced wounds. It definitely was not a scene the Nara was familiar or comfortable with.
“Why did you bring me here?” he had to yell into Kiba’s ear, trying to drown out the noise around them.
The Inuzuka appeared to laugh, opening his mouth for a few moments, although anything that came out did not carry over the pounding of drums and wailing of guitar flowing from the hidden speakers around them. With a feral grin that made Shikamaru even more uneasy, Kiba leaned in to his friend’s ear. “Loosen up!” he shouted, the words hard to make out amid the screaming music. “You told me to take you somewhere different!”
Shikamaru rolled his eyes and yelled back, “I didn’t mean a vampire club!”
Shaking his head, the brunette responded, “You needed to get out of your apartment, Shikamaru! You’ll thank me later!”
The Nara’s frown intensified, but before he could argue further, his “friend” waved at someone and pushed away from the bar, quickly vanishing into the mass of people surrounding them. Great. Shikamaru held his beer a little tighter, giving his back to the crowd to lean heavily upon the bar. I’ll let him have his fun, but if he’s not back in ten minutes I’m getting the fuck out of here. He glanced at his watch, but only ended up sighing; the non-illuminating face was no good in such low lighting. Now I have to guess damn it.
Shikamaru tried to focus on the passing of time, but it was damn near impossible; the exceedingly loud heavy metal noise seemed to be one continuous song, with oddly timed lulls and riffs that had Shikamaru’s internal clock spinning. He cursed again and took a long swig from his beer. Why do I let Kiba do stupid shit to me?
Placing the bottle back onto the bar with another irritated sigh, the Nara prepared to leave, going through his mind the route Kiba had taken to get them into the club and to the bar. It would serve nicely as an escape route.
A warm hand was gently placed onto his shoulder and Shikamaru turned, ready to give the Inuzuka a piece of his mind, when he caught sight of the hand’s owner. His eyes widened as he caught the gaze of light opal orbs looking back at him, outlined with dark eyeliner. Long dark brown tresses framed a slender, pale face and thin lips, which were smiling softly at the Nara.
Shikamaru felt his cheeks warm a bit as he pivoted to fully face the stranger; he didn’t think he’d seen anybody so gorgeous before. Dark orbs couldn’t help trailing down the other’s slender body, admiring the way his short, sleeveless, low-cut black leather vest made a very alluring contrast to his creamy-white flesh. Both wrists were adorned with black leather straps and each fingernail had shimmering black nail polish painted upon it. The belt that was wrapped around perfectly shaped hips was also dark in color and thick, the buckle having three prongs to keep it in place; however the Nara was positive this beautiful man didn’t need it to keep his tight black pants from staying on his long legs. He did like the knee-high boots; several chrome buckles lined the front of the black leather, almost reaching to the toe. As Shikamaru’s eyes slowly trailed back up, he noticed the spiked, black collar fitted flawlessly around the other’s slender neck. How he had missed that the first time, he didn’t know.
The pale man’s smile had widened by the time Shikamaru returned his gaze to the other’s face and the Nara blushed a bit more.
The hand atop his shoulder moved to gently grasp the top of Shikamaru’s arm, the pale man leaning in slowly to Shikamaru’s ear.
“Come with me.”
The Nara was positive he hadn’t shouted, yet he heard the words with an odd clarity, the other man’s slightly baritone voice sending shivers down his back to stir in his groin.
The stranger leaned far enough back to stare into still wide obsidian eyes, nodding once and trailing his hand slowly down Shikamaru’s arm, fingers ghosting over his skin and causing his arm hair to bristle at the touch. His warm hand folded carefully over the Nara’s, asking for silent permission and Shikamaru couldn’t find the words to turn the man down. Fuck, he’d been dragged there by a friend who upped and ditched him and now a gorgeous goth wanted Shikamaru to go with him? Why am I still thinking about this?
Shikamaru nodded once, not able to recover his trademark neutral expression when those opal eyes blinked and smiled, lids opening to half cover pale irises in one of the sexiest gazes the Nara had ever seen in his life, the man pulling on his hand and leading them into the swarm of people.
The music, if it could be called that; by now Shikamaru was starting to have doubts, was still too loud, and the crowd was still too large for his liking, but Shikamaru followed the stranger. Their hands were clasped tightly, the Nara not wanting to lose the pale man and be left within a random group of dark clothed, possibly blood-drinking people. He wasn’t sure he’d survive such an encounter.
Shikamaru was led to the back of the club, where the other opened a door being guarded by a fairly large man, who wore a plain black suit and nodded as they walked passed him and into a bland hallway. The walls were a stark grey and the hall was narrow, the stranger pulling the Nara down the path and up a staircase, their feet making a clanging sound upon the metal steps.
Once they reached the top landing, the paler man gently tugged Shikamaru to stand in front of a door the same grey as the walls. As the other fished out a key from somewhere, Shikamaru didn’t really know where on his person the stranger could put anything; the Nara noticed a separate staircase to their right, which he figured was most likely a private entrance.
Swinging open the door, the paler man gently pulled Shikamaru inside, locking the door behind him.
Shikamaru’s eyes widened again as they swept over the large space; it was a loft apartment. The entryway they stood in opened up into a sitting area where an overstuffed couch and a couple leather chairs sat around a large flat-screen television; behind that, up against huge windows that covered the entire back wall, was a bed, being at least a queen-sized mattress, covered in dark-colored sheets and comforter. Tucked into the right side of the loft was the kitchen area, which also appeared to be quite spacious, a bar separating it from the dining table and couch. All the furniture looked very expensive and the Nara felt a little awkward standing amongst such nice things, but the heavy metal from the club was just barely rumbling through the floor, the lighting was brighter here, and there weren’t hoards of people around him licking up trails of blood.
Shikamaru sighed quietly, turning to the other to find opal eyes watching him with a small smile curving pretty lips. The Nara cleared his throat. “Thank you.”
The stranger shrugged. “It seemed like the right thing to do.” Shikamaru felt like his ears were stuffed with cotton, the result of being around all that loud noise for too long, but the pale man’s voice seemed to pierce through it without raising his tone in the least.
“Uh—I’m Shikamaru,” he said softly, remembering his manners.
The other’s smile widened slightly. “I’m Neji. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Shikamaru.”
“Likewise.” The Nara tried to stop the heat he felt going to his cheeks at how breathless he sounded.
Neji lightly squeezed their still clasped hands before releasing the Nara and stepped away, heading toward the kitchen. “Would you like a glass of wine?” he offered, shooting a very alluring glance over his shoulder.
Shikamaru nodded once, smiling a little as he slowly followed the pale man. Dark eyes traveled down Neji’s back, noticing his hair flowed beautifully along the broad expanse, shimmering with his movement, and ending at his hips. The Nara swallowed thickly at seeing his host’s tight pants fitting perfectly over firm, round buttocks that swayed as Neji took long strides to the refrigerator. He felt his cock stir, wanting to feel those delicious cheeks beneath his now slightly trembling hands.
He shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, focusing his gaze at the back of Neji’s head as he got a bottle of pricey wine from the fridge and reached into the mahogany cupboards for a pair of wineglasses. “So, you live here?” Shikamaru asked, desperately wanting his half-hard cock to go away.
"Yes I do,” Neji answered with a faintly amused tone, pouring out the dark liquor into equal amounts.
“Don’t mind the blaring music from the club downstairs, huh?”
The pale man chuckled, turning to hand Shikamaru a glass with a smirk. “Actually, Shikamaru, that’s my club. I own the building, you see.”
The Nara’s eyes widened again as he took the offered wine, recovering from the shock with a small laugh. “Ah… I didn’t know you would be the “blood play” type,” he said slowly, taking a sip of the wine.
Neji drank from his glass, giving Shikamaru an amused stare as he leaned upon the marble-topped bar. “I’m actually not into blood play,” he explained. “A group of friends introduced it to me and told me they didn’t have a place to really express their lust for blood. I understood and allowed them to bring it into my club, but I make sure they keep it safe.” He raised his glass to those smirking lips, Shikamaru trying hard not to stare as Neji took a drawn out sip. “What about you, Shikamaru?” the pale man asked softly.
Shikamaru blinked. “What?”
His host chuckled again. “Are you into blood play?”
“Oh.” The Nara lowered his eyes to gaze at his wine hoping it would be safer. “No I’m not. Not really crazy about the heavy metal being played either.”
“Hmm.”
Shikamaru glanced up to see Neji looking at him with a considering expression, head tilted slightly to one side. “I must admit,” he said after a moment, “you do look awfully out of place for my club.”
The Nara scowled a little. “How so?”
“Well, people usually wear strictly leather outfits or skinny jeans or anything sold at Hot Topic, not just black clothing.” He took a sip of wine.
Shikamaru looked down at his plain black, sleeveless shirt and loose-fitting black Levi’s. Kiba had told him to wear something dark and hadn’t been specific. The only black pair of shoes the Nara owned were his work boots he had for when he had to help his dad in the woods he owned. Although he now realized he could see the faint mud stains and wear they had.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I do kind of stick out,” Shikamaru mumbled, drinking more of his liquor.
Neji nodded once, opal eyes slowly trailing down and then back up the Nara’s body making Shikamaru’s cock tingle. “What’s your problem with heavy metal music?” he asked in a neutral tone, cupping his wineglass in both hands.
Shikamaru smirked, wondering momentarily if that was a trick question, before answering, “Well, everything I guess.” Neji tilted his head again as he quietly listened. “I mean, it’s got no real beat, the drums sound like they’re all over the place, the guitar just seems to wail in a vain attempt to keep up with the drums, and the singer, if you can call him that, does nothing but screech at the top of his lungs. And then it’s blasted as loud as possible? I’m surprised more people don’t go deaf when listening to it constantly.”
Pale, thin lips slowly spread into a smile. “And that’s the point, Shikamaru,” he said softly, “they aren’t listening to it. They’re feeling it.”
The Nara gave his host a blank stare. “What?”
“Here,” Neji put his glass down upon the bar, taking Shikamaru’s and placing it beside his. Grabbing onto the Nara’s hands, Neji pulled Shikamaru into the sitting area and had him stand in front of the couch. With a soft smile, he picked up a remote and turned to the entertainment center that sat below the flat screen. A stereo Shikamaru hadn’t even noticed before then turned on, its screen scrolling “HELLO” before showing a playlist. Neji scrolled down through a few songs, hitting play once he found what he was looking for.
The pound of drums and wail of guitar began flowing from the surround sound, but his host kept the volume at a much more tolerable level than down in the club.
“All right, Shikamaru, close your eyes,” Neji requested, standing in front of the Nara.
Shikamaru nearly rolled his dark orbs, but obeyed, closing his lids.
“Don’t listen to the music,” his host continued, “let yourself feel the music; it is a part of yourself.” His words carried perfectly over the thundering noise and Shikamaru was certain he stepped closer. “The guitar shouldn’t grate against your nerves; let the sound flow with you. Breathe it in and let it roll through your body.”
The Nara heard Neji’s words and carefully tried to follow his instructions, breathing deep and even. Warm fingers gently touched his brow, his host making a disapproving noise.
“Heavy metal should not make you angry,” Neji said softly, tenderly rubbing away Shikamaru’s scowl. “Your anger should flow away with the words.”
Shikamaru felt himself melt beneath his host’s touches, those warm fingers trailing down his cheeks and along his jaw to come to rest upon his shoulders. The Nara could feel the heat radiating from Neji and his breath tickled his Shikamaru’s lips, sending delightful shivers down to his quickly hardening length. It was then he decided that he would tolerate the god-awful music if that meant Neji would be there to help him “feel it.”
“Do you feel it, Shikamaru?” Neji asked in a nearly breathless whisper, the Nara shuddering pleasantly when those hands upon his shoulders gripped him a bit tighter.
“I think I do,” Shikamaru answered in the same tone, leaning toward the heat pouring from his host and tentatively raising his hands to gently grasp slender hips. He realized then that Neji was only a few inches away and his cock twitched.
“How does it feel?”
Shikamaru’s hands appeared to move on their own, slowly trailing down clothed thighs and back up, one mischievous appendage reaching back to cup a firm ass cheek before he replied. “Mmm. Feels pretty good, Neji.”
He heard his host’s breath hitch, the hips still within the Nara’s grasp rotating once and coming closer to press flush against Shikamaru.
Shikamaru had to bite the inside of his cheek as his cock was pressed up against Neji’s warm body, felt even through the layers of troublesome fabric. Neji breathed shakily into the Nara’s ear, slowly thrusting and grinding his hips, wrapping his arms around Shikamaru’s neck when he moaned.
The Nara matched the movements, not sure how this turned him on so much. Guitar wailed in the space around them and Shikamaru found himself thrusting harder at the noise, pulling small moans from his host as he did so.
They rubbed and pressed and thrust into each other, Shikamaru grabbing the pale man’s tight ass and squeezing as he felt himself near his end. Neji lifted one leg to drape it over the Nara’s hip, thrusts becoming more insistent and the Nara moaned loudly, matching the pace in an instant.
Shikamaru’s breathing began to shorten and he rolled his palms over Neji’s clothed ass, loving the way his host shivered at the action.
“Oh Shikamaru,” Neji moaned quietly, panting into his ear. “Feels so good….” He snapped his hips, the Nara barely noticing the noise in the background reaching its crescendo but realizing he was peaking right along with it.
“Ah god,” Shikamaru groaned, squeezing the warm, clothed flesh in his hands as he felt his orgasm begin to wash over him.
“Fuck yes!” his host hissed, body tensing within the Nara’s grasp as he moaned through his fairly intense orgasm, Shikamaru biting his lip and filling his underwear with cum.
They remained still for a long while, the song ending and leaving them in silence, save for their heavy breathing.
“Holy… shit,” Shikamaru whispered once he found his voice again and Neji lowered his leg. Warm hands cupped his face and the Nara finally opened his eyes to gaze into sparkling opal.
“Did that feel good, Shikamaru?” Neji asked in a rough tone, cheeks flushed. “Did you like coming to heavy metal?”
The Nara swallowed, throat suddenly dry, and nodded. His host licked his lips. “There’s more where that came from… Shikamaru.” He breathed the Nara’s name in the sexiest voice Shikamaru had ever heard and he felt his spent cock twitching within his dirty underwear, slowly hardening again.
Despite hating the genre, Shikamaru knew he was going to be listening to it all the time and having the best orgasms of his life doing so.
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