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Chapter List
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Neji was
impressed despite himself. Impressed, but pissed at being removed from his pillow-humping
happy place. Shikamaru wiped his swollen lips with the back of his hand and
stared at Neji like he�d been scalded.
Silence
reigned like a sudden storm.
Rapid heartbeats
measured Neji�s lack of clarity, timing his indecision with a sharp thwat-a-tat-tat. He blinked and considered
using a dispel jutsu in case it was some kind of genjutsu. He regained his composure slowly, though to the
naked eye it would be mere seconds.
The
transcendent bubble that surrounded them had burst, leaving them vulnerable to
the harshness of their breaths in the impending room.
�Shikamaru?�
Chocolate
brown tresses fell forward to shield Shikamaru�s expression from confused
lavender eyes. He sat precariously on the table top, arms taut with effort,
straining to keep his torso upright. His legs were skewed and spread luridly,
as if Neji were still between them. Neji drank in the sight of his lover so
pliant and open before him even as he reeled from his unceremonious removal.
Shikamaru
pressed unsteady fingertips to his lips, barely visible through the thick cover
of his hair. Deep breaths restored some calm to the younger man�s shaking hands.
The passing seconds stretched Neji�s skin like taffy over the confectioners
hook. His gaze followed Shikamaru�s hand as dropped back to the table.
�Fuck,�
said Shikamaru, turning his head to the side.
His
rational mind clamored for the matter to be addressed but the blood in his
groin cared little for reason.
�Shikamaru,
why did you do that?�
�Couldn�t
breathe,� said Shikamaru through controlled breaths.
Neji
smirked at the admission. �Taking your breath away is a good thing.�
Shikamaru
turned his head back to face Neji and smirked thorough the cloud of hair. �Crushing
my lungs is not.�
�No. I want
you panting for me, not choking.�
Neji felt
Shikamaru�s eyes return to him like a smack to the head. Burning, intense,
Shikamaru�s pretty, pretty eyes shot to his. He wet his lips with a dusky pink
tongue and his eyes drifted down Neji�s body like a shard of sunlight, leaving
warmth in their wake.
Shikamaru scooted
forward and used his arms support himself as he dropped his pert ass to the
edge of the table. His eyes remained on Neji�s belt.
Sweet lust
drilled him to the seat as his submissive�s eyes flirted with his tented pants.
The Nara�s chest heaved as he drew a
shuddering breath and his deep brown eyes flittered over Neji�s crotch like a
butterfly seducing a flower.
�Neji,�
said the incubus taking Shikamaru�s form, �just let me suck you.�
Shikamaru
blinked slowly, eyelids almost caressing his eyes with their liquid motion. He
failed to get them back up; instead they perched slightly above his bottom lids.
His hooded gazed flowed back up over Neji�s chest, his abdomen, and then back
to their goal.
�Please?� Shikamaru
bit his lip and �mmm�ed softly.
Neji
smirked. Impatient.
Neji allowed the hungry glimmer in Shikamaru�s eyes to soothe his concerns and shifted
back on the seat to display his proud, clothed cock.
�Like what
you see, Shikamaru?�

A slow smiled pulled at the left side of Shikamaru�s mouth. He nodded. Combined
with the Nara�s heated, hooded gaze on his crotch, this single action
nearly robbed Neji of reason.
Neji smiled
back and prepared to pounce on his prey.
Then, like
a flash of silvery-fish swimming through the murky stream, Neji spotted the
calculating gleam in the almost-closed eyes. His years of negotiating clan
politics had hardened his sense of who held the power in a room, and the revelation
that Shikamaru had shifted the power so quickly and easily unsettled him.
He�d almost
fallen for the same damn trap as Genma. Shikamaru was good. Very
good. Too good.
Neji froze in his place. Too good meant training.
Training meant Shikamaru had used it in combat, or on a mission. Training meant
someone had taught him how to seduce men.
Neji
narrowed his eyes. He was being played.
Pride
warred with lust. Pride won in a brief but bloody skirmish.
�Shikamaru,�
he growled, �do you take me for a fool?�
�No,�
drawled his submissive, voice laden with lust, �I take you for a man.�
Neji
snorted. Did the Nara think there was no
difference?
Decision.
It kept showing up at the most unlikely times with Shikamaru. He could take
what was offered. He wanted to take it � the honey-tongued man�s promise of
pleasure � but if he did, what would he be?
An idiot.
A disposable, stupid man. A pawn in Shikamaru�s
complicated game of needs.
Hyuuga Neji
was not an idiot. He refused to be treated like one.
He stood
abruptly and knocked the chair over with a vicious kick designed to relieve his
aggression without assaulting a comrade. Neji picked up his bag and walked to
the door in less than two blinks of Shikamaru�s sultry lids.
If one of
his missions went this badly, this quickly, Neji would have retreated. It was
the only real option.
Shikamaru squawked
like a bird having a tail feather pulled. �What, - Neji, what the hell? What
are you doing?�
�Leaving.�
�What the
fuck? Get back here, Hyuuga, you bastard.�
�My parents
were married, Nara.�
It was the
sound of palm hitting handle that spurred that loose-limbed man to action. �Shikamaru closed his legs and stood upright. ��What the fuck? Neji! You can�t leave!�
Neji
unlocked the door. He paused with his palm resting on the cool metal of the
handle.
�I can,
will - and am.� He shifted to pull the door towards himself and get the hell out.
Shikamaru
leapt from the tabled and grappled him from behind. The sudden activity pumped
blood into the Nara�s already taxed system. Neji could feel the wild
pounding of Shikamaru�s heart where his chest pressed against Neji�s back. ��What the fuck was all that crap about helping
me then?�
Fancy foot
work he was so well known for shifted the Nara off his back, but left him wedged between Shikamaru�s body and the door. He�d have
to push Shikamaru to the side to open the inwards-facing door.
Strategic
retreat was now out of the question.
�I can�t
help you if you refuse to help yourself. You want to play little whore, fine.
You want to wreck your friends� relationship, fine. I don�t care.�
Shikamaru
slid his arms around Neji�s waist and dropped a light kiss on the exposed skin at
Neji�s neck. �Talk to me,� he whispered, �one minute everything is fun and the
next it exploded into troublesome. I don�t like troublesome.�
�Odd,
really, since you�re so troublesome yourself.�
�Neji, I
asked to suck your cock, not kill your first born. What the hell -�
�No, you
asked me to demean myself by sinking to your damn level. I am not a whore. I am
more than willing to help you with your needs, Nara, but you need to accept me as your
Dominant. You don�t want to suck my cock � it�s a byproduct of using me to shut
everything out.�
�One,
you�re being an idiot, and two, you�re arguing
about getting head.�
Neji
pressed his other palm flat to the door to give himself
leverage in case Shikamaru became more insistent. Take it, whispered his wayward thoughts, take it and let it be.
�If I�d intended
to take my pleasure and walk away, maybe � maybe what you offered would have been
enough. Really, for a lesser man, it would be enough. I�m not that man.�
Neji turned
his eyes over his shoulder. He was greeted by Shikamaru�s returned tension with
the addition of near-panic in his eyes. His palms felt the rough woodwork of
the door as they fell to his waist.
His guts
twisted with the knowledge that for a few moments, he�d managed to really
connect with Shikamaru. To feel something other than lust and
physical pleasure. Now he could understand his own motivations. Companionship. He was lonely � hungry for more than just
sex. Hungry for something deeper than want.
He wanted
Shikamaru to need him.
Pathetic. Neji
chastised himself. You expect to be
called a Hyuuga?
Hyuuga men
do not whimper at disappointment. They face it head on and resolve it.
Face it head on.
Neji
partially turned in the restrictions of Shikamaru�s arms and swore to uphold
his dignity. Ice formed in the harshness of his amethyst eyes.
�I offered
to help you with your needs, Nara. A serious offer
to actually help you. I�ve spent weeks researching and learning so I could help you. You just proved that
you don�t want that. You think you want it, but you can�t handle it, because as
much as it excites you, you�re too much of a coward to actually do it.�
Neji
reached for the handle. Shikamaru�s hand stopped him.
�Don�t go.�
He said hoarsely. �Please, Neji, don�t go.�
Neji huffed
with the injured dignity only a Hyuuga could condense into a single syllable. �You
bucked me off you, Nara. You were there, you felt it, and you bucked me off.
And then you tried to deceive me with pretty words and pout-y lips.�
Neji
growled. �I almost fell for it. You�re very good at it, Nara. I wonder,
do you know how to stop it?�
Shikamaru
edged closer to him, random steps designed to keep your opponent in the dark about
your movements. Gentle lips connected with his shoulder, heedless of the sepia
locks fanning it.
�Neji, stay.� He whispered the words into the sleek, dark mane and edged closer, until
their bodies connected from hip to shoulder.
�Tempting �
but no.�
A whimper tangled
in his tresses like a puff of smoke curling through stagnant air. Shikamaru
rested a cheek against the back of his neck and Neji could feel its heat
seeping through his resolve.
Naruto
often told him that he gave up too easily. That he should keep fighting even if
all seemed lost. Naruto was an idiot, true, but he gave surprisingly good
advice.
Neji
sighed. This was not how he had planned to spend his day.
�Read the
books, Shikamaru. If you�re still interested, fill out the contract and return
it to me. We can talk again after that.�
�No. Stay�,
he murmured into the polished grace of Neji�s neck. �Please.�
Neji
pressed his forehead to the textured wood and closed his eyes. Traces of damp crept
onto the skin on his neck. Don�t �
�Please �
Neji, please,� whispered Shikamaru.
Please don�t �
�Please?�
he pleaded, voice breaking over the last vowel.
Just don�t �
Shikamaru
sobbed his next breath.
Please don�t cry.
Neji turned
in the bracket of Shikamaru�s arms and pulled the younger man to him.
The tears
broke free and Shikamaru coughed harshly, a new sob escaping just as Neji had
the presence of mind to wallop his back. Shikamaru edged closer, coughing to
cover his sobs, and hiccupping when they forced their way out.
�Neji, please. I need it. Now. I can�t �. It�s too-.� Shikamaru
held his breath to contain the sounds, but couldn�t seem to stop the tears.
�I know,
alright? I know, and - I can�t help it. I can�t help but take over. I try but I
always end up taking over. You�re right. I want it. I want you to -. I do.
It�s-, it�s harder than it seems, okay?�
Neji rested
his head on Shikamaru�s. His own breathing was unsteady. He�d intended to make
Shikamaru beg, but not like this. He search for some calm, somewhere in his
scattered thoughts and willed it to spread through down his neck, across his
shoulder and over his entire body.
He took
several deep breaths and allowed the feeling of calm to solidify in his muscles,
firming his resolve as it released the tension.
�Shikamaru.
If you do exactly what I say, I will stay. If you don�t, I will leave. Is that
clear?�
�Yes.�
He pulled
the hiccupping man�s head down to rest on his chest. Neji waited until the sobs
calmed and Shikamaru returned his embrace. He kissed the Nara on the temple to signal an end to
their disagreement.
�Shikamaru,
pick up the chair and put it upright.�
Neji rested
his bag by the door in case he had to keep his word and followed Shikamaru back
to the chair.
Shikamaru righted
the chair and stood next to it patiently.
Neji brushed against him as he moved stand in front of the seat.
�On your knees.�
A soft thud
greeted his ears and confirmed that his submissive had obeyed. Shikamaru�s head
bowed elegantly but his eyes rested on Neji�s belt. Neji caressed the chocolate
mop and gently rested Shikamaru�s cheek to his stomach. He ran his fingers
through Shikamaru�s hair and over his face and watched his submissive�s
shoulders sprawl with the loosening of his tension.
Neji rocked
his body softly, his hand resting on the back of Shikamaru�s head. The younger
man closed his eyes and allowed his head to be caressed and his body to sway
with the gentle motion of Neji�s.
Neji felt
his smile returned as he looked down on his submissive. �Lift up your shirt, Shikamaru; I want to see your nipples.�
Shikamaru
lifted his shirt and the omnipresent fishnet under. His pouted when he realized
it would not stay up on its own. Neji reached down and wedged the cloth under
his arm pits. He pushed Shikamaru�s arms down on top of the material to hold it
in place and resumed stroking his head.
�Better
now?�
Shikamaru
nuzzled the soft cotton of Neji�s tunic. �Yes.�
�Touch your
nipples, Shikamaru- pinch them with your fingers. I want to see them red and
swollen for me.�
Short,
sharp pinches attacked Shikamaru�s nipples. He jumped at first � Neji didn�t
know if Shikamaru had ever played with his own nipples, or if he�d just used
too much force � but settled on a slow tugging accompanied by little grunts.
�Good. Take
your cute little cock out for me, Shikamaru. I want to see you jerk yourself
off while I fuck your mouth.�
Shikamaru
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his underwear. It had responded
poorly to their argument and rested forlornly above the black cotton of
Shikamaru�s briefs.
�Touch
yourself.�
Shikamaru
looked at Neji, cautious.
�Are you
disobeying me?�
Shikamaru
shook his head once and reach his hand to his lap, careful not to dislodge the shirts
wedged under his arms. He gripped the head of his cock between his forefinger
and thumb and tugged rhythmically.
�Not trying
very hard, are you?�
Neji
unclipped his haori and dropped it over the back of the chair. He unbuttoned
his pants slowly. Shikamaru�s eyes were drawn to the motion like a cat to a
speck of dust drifting through a sunbeam � curious, excited and hungry.
�Maybe this
will motivate you?� he said as he pulled his own cock out of his pants. The
argument had depressed it as well. Neji gripped the base in a fist to encourage
it.
Shikamaru
watched the movement of his hand intently, sliding up the lengthening shaft
along side Neji�s hand. The caressing eyes renewed his vigor. His cock hardened
under the combined stimulation. Neji was quite thick, with a respectable
length, but still reasonably average on both counts.
He�d never
had any complains.
�Want it?�
asked Neji.
�Yes,� said
Shikamaru, his mouth opening in anticipation.
�Then touch
yourself. Get your cute little cock all nice and hard for me and you can have
my cock in your mouth.�
Dark eyes
focused on the pale hand teasing Neji�s cock. Shikamaru�s lips parted, short
breaths drying them quickly and prompting his pink tongue to dart out and wet
them, like a snake testing the air for prey.
Neji teased
the open lips with the head of his cock. Shikamaru whined softy at the torment,
but remained kneeling. His eyes stroked Neji�s hardness along with the elegant,
tapered finger.
Shikamaru
mimicked the teasing motion on his own cock.
�Do you
want me to force you to suck my cock?�
Shikamaru
panted softly. Slutty eyes and flushed cheeks clawed at Neji�s resolve. �Yes.�
�Do you
want me to remind you of what a little slut you are and how much you deserve to
have me push my cock into your mouth?�
He moaned.
�Please, Neji.�
Neji sat in
the chair, sure that actually having Shikamaru�s mouth on his reddened arousal
would bring him to his knees. The neglected haori pressed into his back as he
settled against the backrest.
He could
feel the blood pooling in his groin as the weight of Shikamaru�s gaze filled
his lap. That tempting pink tongue now stroked Shikamaru�s top lip sensuously,
adding pressure to the tingling that was spreading throughout his whole body.
Gods it was
hot having Shikamaru caught on him like this. Neji�s skin felt damp and sticky,
the sweat collecting at the base of his spine and catching on the soft cotton
of his Jounin uniform. Neji threaded his fingers through the chocolate locks
and bent forward to align his lips to the prostrate man�s ear.
�Suck it.�
Shikamaru
moaned and descended on the proud, red cock like a cobra striking. Those pretty
lips wrapped around the head without hesitation, and sucked the hardened tip
into Shikamaru�s hot mouth. Neji forced his eyes to remain open at the
onslaught, and feasted on the sight of Shikamaru between his legs. He watched
as Shikamaru�s head dipped to take more of Neji into his mouth, and felt the
rash strokes of Shikamaru�s hand on his own cock in the jutting of Shikamaru�s
right shoulder against his thigh.
�Fuck you
look so hot on your knees, Shikamaru, your lips wrapped around my cock.�
Shikamaru
licked the tip of his cock and flicked that sinful tongue over the slit. Neji
curled demanding fingers around Shikamaru�s head as he curled his body over
Shikamaru�s head, cradling it in the white space of his body.
�Little
cock sucker. You like this, don�t you?�
The
answering moan reverberated down Neji�s cock to his spine, spiking its way into
his lust-addled brain. Shikamaru was amazing with his mouth, every bit a
skilled as he had looked the first time Neji had seen him. With
Genma.
Neji
growled at the memory and gripped the soft, silky strands of Shikamaru�s hair
in loose fists. Genma was gone, and Shikamaru was his. His to
touch, his to pleasure. This was nothing like when Shikamaru was with
Genma. Neji cast his gaze to the tan hand gripping and tugging on Shikamaru�s
cock.
It was a
cute cock, though Neji could not see it very well from this position.
Shikamaru�s darker skin meant his cock wasn�t red until it reached the tip.
While neither big nor small, ��and average in length and girth, Shikamaru�s
cock was the prettiest cock Neji had ever seen.
He reached
down Shikamaru�s back and stroked the fine, soft skin. He ran his hand into
Shikamaru�s loose pants, watching as his submissive abused his cock with
impatient fingers. His left open-mouthed kisses along the exposed skin of Shikamaru�s
back and slid firm hands back up the latte skin to grip the back of Shikamaru�s
head, lifting himself back upright again.
Shikamaru
moaned as Neji took control of his movements, thrusting gently into his wanting
mouth and holding his head in place.
It was an
obscene sight, one that was pushing the edges of Neji�s control as training never
had. It was exhilarating, the challenge, and the risk of losing to himself in
Shikamaru�s mouth.
Nimble hands
wound around Neji�s calves, reinforcing Shikamaru as Neji took control of his
upper body, thrusting his head down as he pushed his cock deeper into the slick
heat of this mouth. Shikamaru moved one knee to the outside of Neji�s foot and
pressed his cock onto the soft material of Neji�s pants. Neji lifted his leg to
slip under Shikamaru, giving the younger man something to strain against.
�Look at
you. You little slut. You�re humping my leg. Does it
feel good, Shikamaru, having something rub against your cock while you suck
me?�
Obscene was
how it would look if someone opened the door.�
They were in a storeroom in the Hokage Tower with Shikamaru rutting against
Neji�s leg and Neji�s cock was buried in his mouth.
�You should
finish that contract soon, Shikamaru, so I can fuck you nice and hard like a
good little slut should be.�
Garbled
words were lost as Neji thrust into Shikamaru�s mouth. He could be agreeing, or
arguing, but it wouldn�t have mattered. It was almost a surprise to realize how
far gone he was - how badly he needed to come. He briefly considered coming
down the hot, wet throat of his submissive, but decided against it. Nothing like Genma. Nothing to remind his
submissive of past experiences.
He pulled
Shikamaru�s head from his cock. �Don�t come,� he ordered shortly.
Shikamaru
whined in protest but stayed pliant to Neji�s hurried movements. Neji stood and
held the back of Shikamaru�s head by his hair. �He lent forward so he could come on the latte
skin of Shikamaru�s chest, right between the swollen nipples. He used his other
arm to brace himself on Shikamaru�s shoulder, leg predictably lost when the
high of his orgasm robbed him of speech and movement.
Neji had
just enough reason left to see Shikamaru grip the base of his cock to hold back
his own orgasm.
Neji
dropped back into the seat, fingers still tangled in chocolate locks. Both hands
held the base of Shikamaru�s cock. The younger man whimpered as his cute cock
turned an angry red from the pressure of his hands.
Neji
followed the white beads of come down Shikamaru�s chest with avid eyes.
Graceful fingers reached to rub the sticky substance over Shikamaru�s inflamed
nipples. Shikamaru moaned as Neji tugged the come-covered tips.
�Neji,
please,� he begged, hands clenching around his cock.
Neji
gripped the table and pulled it over to them. He motioned Shikamaru up and onto
the table. Neji sat him on the table and cleared the remaining scrolls from
around him.
�You can
come when I start sucking you.�
Neji
wrapped his lips around the head of Shikamaru�s cock and sucked it deep into
his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the head as he slid the length from his
mouth and dived back again.
Shikamaru
dropped back to the on the table with a loud thump and cried out. �Oh, god, Neji.�
He smirked
around the swollen head of Shikamaru�s cute little cock and took him even deeper
into his mouth.
Shikamaru
fisted his palms over his hipbones and bucked.
�Neji,� he whined
again, long and low in his throat. Neji held him down by the hips as he bucked
wildly. Neji felt the cute cock in his mouth pulse before the sweet-salty taste
of Shikamaru�s come filled it. Shikamaru was loud, nearly screaming as he came.
Shikamaru
shuddered as Neji licked the final drops of his release from his cock.
Spent,
Shikamaru lay sprawled on the table, completely ignoring the sealed scrolls
littering the floor. Neji removed his tunic and hung it over the back of the
chair, then crawled along the length of Shikamaru�s body. He hoped the table
would support them both, but didn�t care.
Skin. He
wanted Shikamaru�s skin on his. He craved it like flowers craved sunshine. The
damp, soft, beautiful skin of Shikamaru�s chest,
flushed and full from their orgasm. Neji hated the term cuddler,
but the feel of a lover�s skin after climax was like nothing else in the world.
If he�d been a medic-nin, he would have devoted his life to the research of the
beneficial properties of a lover skin after an orgasm.
It was
incredibly healing to feel that warm, moist contact. The heat would seep into
his bones, his being, erasing his cares, comforting him like nothing else
could.
Shikamaru�s
skin was softer than he could have hoped; warm like sunlight on a spring
afternoon and smooth like the water against his own. In a moment of fantasy,
Neji allowed himself to believe them in a grove, by a lake, drenched in
sunlight and lost in the feel of each other�s sweet, slick skin.
Neji pulled
his lover closer and rolled Shikamaru on top of him, supported and cherished.
He rested Shikamaru�s head against his shoulder. Oddly, holding Shikamaru like
this reminded him of his father holding him after he�d received the curse seal.
Neji
reveled in the contact as their breathing returned to normal.

�Want to
talk about it?� asked Neji.
�I can�t,�
he mumbled into Neji�s hair. �Security.�
Neji rubbed
his lover�s neck softly. Shikamaru nuzzled his nape. Neji allowed the warmth of
Shikamaru�s skin to soothe him and traced formless patterns on the expanse of
tan shoulders.
�There�s no
other way,� said Shikamaru.
�I know.�
�I don�t
want to do it. I wish it was someone else who had to do it.�
�I know. If
it was me, I�d wish that too.�
�I don�t
want my friends to die, but I can�t justify losing civilians to prevent it.�
�I know.�
�I wish
there was another way.�
�I know.�
The only
window in the room saw the passing of the sun. Its two occupants were tangled
in a soft sprawl of limbs until the cooling night forced them back to their
dark, lonely houses.

* marley_station totally gets credit
for that line, which I LOVE!
Just
because I find it amusing, check out the meaning of cloister. It�s my new
favourite word.� http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/cloister
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We
interrupt this A/N for girl squee�ing � NEJI IS THE MAN! THE MAN BABY!
Two chapters for one blow job. *head deak*
The
inspiration song for Chapters 7 & 8 was �Closer� by Nine Inch Nails.
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