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The Best Man	By : KohakuShadow Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Best Man
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A/N: Another prize fic for llyoung. It's
another ShikaNeji.

The Best Man

Nara Shikamaru sighed letting the
hot water turn his shoulders a slight pink and cascade down his
spine. He hated mornings and this one had to be the absolute worst.
Consciousness was sneaking up on him and he was fighting it kicking
and screaming. He rinsed the last of the shampoo out of his hair and
turned his face up into the stream. 'It's
not as if things could stay the same forever,' he
thought, finally reaching forward to turn off the shower and stepped
out, drying off just enough that he wouldn't drip all over the
carpet. 'I just
thought I still had time.'

He stepped out of the bathroom toweling his hair dry and blinked at
the open window. He didn't know why Neji couldn't use the door like
a normal person. “...you're early,” he said, trying to
act casual about the fact the man he'd been in love with since what
felt like the dawn of time just got an eyeful of him butt naked. He
turned to the dresser, not moving too fast so that the Hyuuga
wouldn't catch on that the fact made him very uncomfortable and
slipped into a pair of boxers, fumbling about for the remaining odds
and ends of his usual attire and getting dressed without looking at
the older male again.

'He could at least be a little
shy,'
Neji thought, just barely winning a war with the pomegranate blush
that wanted to dash across his cheeks. Shikamaru Nara had to have
one of the most amazing bodies he'd ever seen and he was quite glad
when the other male was finally pulling on his customary green vest.
“Might as well get it over with,” he told the man he
considered his best friend. “Maybe afterwards we can play a
game of shougi.”

“That's true,” Shikamaru said, brushing out his sopping
wet hair. “After this it'll probably be a long while before
you'll be able to stop by for a game. Have you finally stopped
arguing about where to take your honeymoon?”

Neji sighed. “We'll go to a hot spring,” he said at
last. “It's the only thing we can agree on.” And
therein lay the problem and the bulk of the tension between the two
men stemmed from it. Hyuuga Neji had finally run out of excuses and
his family had come to an agreement with the Harunos and he was due
to be married in a matter of days. The one decision left fully in
Neji's hands on the matter was who he'd choose for his best man.
Shikamaru had come immediately to mind. The two geniuses had become
practically inseparable since Chouji and Ino got married. Shikamaru
still felt close to his old friends, but with one child and another
on the way Chouji and Ino really didn't have as much time for him as
they used to and his friendship with Neji had blossomed for the lack.
Shikamaru was glad for it—it meant he got to spend time with
the person he'd had a secret crush on since they were children. As
far as lovers go he'd always been sure that the Hyuuga was out of his
league, but as friends they made a good match. Now they were on
their way to a final fitting for their wedding garb and Shikamaru
could only hope his body language didn't slip from 'lazy bastard'
into 'super depressed.'

'I'm
about to lose Neji too,'
he moped internally but managed to keep his usual habits. Neji was
too good at reading people; he couldn't leave any room for mistakes.
He was happy for Neji, in a way. Neji didn't seem too adverse to
marrying Sakura—he'd only said 'at least it's not TenTen', when
he first told the Nara about the arrangement and that he'd 'probably
grow used to the arrangement without much delay.' In short, Neji was
resigned to it, possibly because he'd seen what happened when people
pissed Haruno Sakura off.

The Nara nodded blandly. “Well, that should be relaxing.”

“I
hope so,” Neji said, waiting for Shikamaru to lock the door
behind them and heading down the street, hands stuffed into his
pockets. Shikamaru was a quiet guy generally speaking; he didn't
talk too much, but there was something different about the silence
between them now as they walked down the street, something
uncomfortable. 'When
did he become so hard to read?'
Neji wondered. 'Is
he purposely hiding something?'
Glancing over at the Nara he noticed that the collar of his vest was
wet—his hair was still really wet, and that dropped the image
of Shikamaru's naked, freshly showered body into mind and he forced
his attention on the road ahead of them. Firm chest, taut stomach,
broad shoulders, tight ass, generous...ahem! 'Get
your head out of the gutter, Neji,'
he chastised himself. 'You're
going to be married to Sakura soon.'
It depressed him a little after thinking of his best friend's bared
body, actually. He didn't have much interest in women—breasts
and curves just didn't excite him the way sharp angles and a strong
jaw could—so there was probably no exciting sex in his future
at all, but even so, he couldn't let himself think about the Nara in
such a way! They were friends and that friendship was intensely
important to him, he didn't dare do anything to ruin it. It was one
of the few relationships he had left that he didn't want to lose.
His gaze shifted to the silent Nara again as they approached the
tailor's shop. What was this odd tenseness in the air? He couldn't
place it but he was sure he hated it.

He opened his mouth to speak and at that exact moment, Shikamaru
pushed the door to the shop open. “We're kind of early,”
he announced. “Should we come back?”

“Ah, Nara-san, Hyuuga-san, come inside. I'll be with you in a
moment.”

Another short silence passed. “Shikamaru...” Neji
started to say.

“There's not much time left, huh?” Shikamaru answered.
“Getting cold feet? You're being even more stand-offish than
usual.”

“...not
really,” Neji answered, turning his eyes down slightly. 'Is
he right? Maybe I'm the one who's not acting like my usual self.'

'Of
course he's not. He's about to marry one of Konoha's most wanted,'
Shikamaru thought, then forced himself from the depressing thought as
the shop clerk came over. “I'll try mine first if it's all the
same,” he said.

Neji gave a bland nod and almost had a nosebleed when the Nara came
out in the formal attire, complaining a bit, “are you sure
these sleeves aren't too big?” he asked the tailor, who assured
him once again the drooping sleeves of the navy and lavender
formal-wear was just right. Shikamaru turned his head toward Neji as
if begging for an opposing view. He never felt right in formal
clothing and this kimono was really 'all out.'

Neji blinked once and blanketed, “you look amazing,”
before his brain could stop his mouth. Shikamaru's cheeks colored at
that and he looked away, making a face. “I bet you say that to
all the boys,” he said quickly—a joke to break the
awkwardness Neji had inadvertently just caused. “Alright, I
guess I'm done then. Your turn, Mr. Perfect.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Neji complained a bit.
“You know better than anyone that I'm not even close to
perfect.”

'You're
perfect to me,'
the Nara thought, but quickly turned away and stretched his back.
“I'm going to change back. Let's have lunch at that cafe you
like after this.” He disappeared back into one the fitting
room as Neji was led into another one. He played it as cool as he
could, but in reality he just didn't want to see Neji in his wedding
kimono before he had to. 'It
might be a good idea to be prepared but I don't want him to realize
how much it bothers me. He's such a great guy he might try to let me
off the hook. I don't want that. Even if it's painful to think
about, the fact that at the very least I'm his best man... It's
important to me to be able to stand beside him and wish him
happiness, if that's all that I can do.'

Neji,
meanwhile, stared at his reflection in the mirror. The kimono fit
nicely other than some minor adjustments around his slim hips. It
struck him as the tailor made them that the only times in a person's
life that clothes were so important were weddings and funerals. This
was obviously a wedding kimono. 'But
if that's the case,'
he wondered. 'Why
do I feel like I'm about to be buried alive?'

---

Shikamaru let another gulp of dry sake burn its way down his throat.
He'd had a lot, but not nearly enough to feel like the air was on
fire and forget his name. No, in spite of the vast quantity of what
he'd suspected for hours to be seriously watered down sake he'd
ingested, Nara Shikamaru still felt tragically sober.

Neji
flopped down beside him, hair a bit tangled as he drooped his head
sideways onto his forearms and peered narrowly up at his best friend.
“You're not being very sociable,” he complained with a
slight slur. Neji never could
hold his liquor.

“Party's already over anyway,” Shikamaru said. “We're
the only two people left who are still conscious.” The party
in question was Neji's bachelor party. There had been some scantily
clad women, but they had been more for the entertainment of the other
boys—Neji hadn't really seemed all that interested in them, but
that was just how Neji had always been. Shikamaru glanced at the
skewed clock hanging above the bar. It was 2 am. Neji was getting
married in exactly 11 hours and the Nara didn't feel nearly drunk
enough to be hungover enough tomorrow to deal with that.

“I guess,” Neji sighed. “Well, let's go back to
your place.” He got up on wobbly legs and pulled the Nara to
his feet.

“My place?” Shikamaru nearly squeaked. What in the
world??

“Yeah, I told my Uncle I'd stay with you tonight, since I would
be home late and I don't want to wake anyone. Hinata's a really
light sleeper, and since you live alone it makes more sense.”
Leave it to Neji to be able to argue logically when he could barely
walk in a straight line.

Shikamaru sighed and downed what was left of the sake right out of
the bottle before giving the bartender a wave and helping Neji fumble
his way to the Nara's apartment. Around the block, up the stairs, and
soon Shikamaru had to concentrate as he held Neji upright while the
Hyuuga struggled out of his shoes—he almost hit his head on the
wall, twice, but what had the shadow nin more concerned was the hot
breath tickling his collarbone.

“Do you have a t-shirt I can use to sleep in?” Neji asked
as the Nara settled him to a seat on the bed.

“Just sleep in your clothes,” Shikamaru answered.

“They'll get wrinkled,” Neji said, lips curling a bit
downward as he looked narrowly up at the brunette.

“A fate worse than death for you, I'm sure, Mr. Perfect,”
the Nara gibed.

Neji frowned at him for the Mr. Perfect comment again but relented,
falling against the bed and stretching in a way that only a drunk
person could find comfort, limbs akimbo on the mattress as if he
started to shift into a sleeping position but got too lazy to finish
halfway through and just decided halfway there was better than
nothing. Shikamaru lifted Neji's right leg from the floor and let it
flop on the mattress.

“Shikamaru?” the Hyuuga asked seriously.

“What is it?” Shikamaru returned.

“...I'm getting married tomorrow,” he said, and the Nara
decided not to correct him by saying 'today'.

“...yeah.”

“...it kind of sucks,” Neji frowned. “Promise
you'll still come visit all the time? You won't disappear from my
side like you did from Chouji's just because you think something
stupid like that you're a third wheel. Come over for dinner a lot,
and to play chess. If Sakura threatens to beat you up, I'll let you
in through the window when she isn't looking so...promise...okay?”

“...Neji...”
Shikamaru didn't know how to answer. It wasn't like Neji to be so
needy and straight-forward. The alcohol really loosened his tongue,
apparently. Had he been worrying about this for a long time? That
Shikamaru was going to disappear from his life. 'Were
we thinking the same thing from the beginning?'

“Don't abandon me,” Neji insisted. “Don't you
dare. I'll never forgive you.”

Shikamaru offered the byakugan user a tired smile and pushed a few
dark strands of hair out of his face. “Go to sleep. You'll
need your energy tomorrow.” He pulled the blankets up over
the Hyuuga's pale figure and Neji answered the gesture with a tipsy
smile; his lips half curled and then seemed to get tired of working
and fell back down into a sleepy frown. “Too bad Sakura isn't
more like you,” he yawned. “You always know just what to
say.” His eyes fell closed and his breathing evened out. It
seemed to the Nara as if he fell asleep almost instantly.

Sitting
on the edge of the bed, Shikamaru stared down at Neji for a long
while, heart aching. 'Don't
say things like that to a guy who's in love with you right before
you're due to marry someone else, dumb ass,'
he thought.

Neji's lips parted into a soft sigh and somehow this pulled him in.
Those soft, moist lips seemed to be beckoning him and what little
effect the sake was having on him must have messed with his logic
centers because as he leaned over the Hyuuga he couldn't stop himself
from brushing his own lips over that soft, rosy pout, and he couldn't
stop himself when the kiss became a little firmer. He managed to
pull himself away, but not quickly enough, and stumbled to his feet.

A heavy sigh left his throat as he turned away from the bed. “How
the hell, am I going to get through this? I've got to pull myself
together.” He raked his fingers through his hair and made his
way to the kitchen for a midnight snack—he was pretty sure
there was no way he'd be able to sleep properly tonight anyway.

Neji's
eyes opened once the Nara was out of the room and his fingers came to
his lips. Shikamaru had just kissed him. Why? And more importantly
than that, why now?
Once, Hiashi had slammed his palm so hard into Neji's chest in the
name of training that he'd been hospitalized for three days. At the
time, Neji had been sure it was as much pain as a human being could
handle without collapsing. Even in his slightly intoxicated state he
was positive at least that this—whatever
this was—hurt
exponentially more.

---

“Neji, stop fidgeting. I can't tie your obi when you're moving
around this much,” Shikamaru said flatly. “You're
normally a lot better at keeping your nervous habits to yourself.”

“It's not nervousness,” Neji said. He couldn't seem to
forget the previous night, Shikamaru's lips pressing against his own,
and the fidgeting kept the blushing at bay. “I just...”

“Cold feet is the same as nervousness. It's too late to back
out now, in any case, so just suck it up and for pity's sake, stand
still.”

Neji caught their reflection in the mirror. Shikamaru's hands were
wrapped around his waist as he tried to wind the Hyuuga's obi about
his waist, his head hanging over Neji's shoulder as he peered down to
see what he was doing. It almost looked like an embrace from behind.
The Nara's hair was down—something he only ever did for
special occasions, and it tangled with his own long, ebony strands as
he worked, worrying his lower lip. He'd grown to be a few inches
taller than Neji, and the Hyuuga couldn't help but wonder what would
happen if he looked up over his shoulder at the brunette right now.
What would he see in those lowered and veiled dark eyes?

He turned quickly around to face the other male, startling him.
Shikamaru fumbled a half step back, eyes widening in surprise. “You
kissed me,” Neji blanketed. It was almost an accusation and he
watched as a slight jolt of horror raced through the Nara's eyes. He
hadn't expected to be caught in the act and his instinct had him
taking another step back. Neji grabbed his wrist to stop him and the
Nara was struck by how terribly confused the Hyuuga looked. “Why
did you do it?”

'What the hell have I done?'
Shikamaru thought. “...I thought you were asleep,”
Shikamaru answered, finding his throat thicker and his voice flatter
than he would have liked.

“That's not an answer,”
Neji frowned.

“This isn't a conversation we
should be having now,” Shikamaru replied.

“Why not? Because I'm about to
get married is what you mean, right? I'm not going out there until
you're honest with me, Nara Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru looked away and sighed.
“You're always so difficult. Obviously, it's because it was my
last chance to find out what it would be like. Just leave it alone
and turn around so I can get this god forsaken obi on you.”

'His last chance?' Neji
thought, relenting anyway. He needed a moment to collect his
thoughts, and the Nara was right regardless. No matter what the
answer was, Sakura was due to walk down the isle in thirty minutes.
The cloth wrapping around his waist, while not being tied too tight,
felt like it might as well have been a noose to hang himself with.
'I don't believe he's telling me this now.
What can I possibly say?'
“Shikamaru...”

The
Nara didn't answer, noting the serious tone and getting the sinking
feeling he was already in for it. Since he said nothing, fastening
the knot of the Hyuuga's obi silently, Neji continued. “...how
long have you been in love with me?”

Shikamaru
tensed. 'So I was
right after all,'
Neji thought. It was a bitter pill. Shikamaru loved him. If that
was the case after he was married he couldn't ask the Nara to stay by
his side. He couldn't justify causing him to suffer like that. It
was a long time before Shikamaru turned away and answered, his voice
just barely audible, “always.”

Neji's
eyes widened in apparent shock. “Always?” He rested a
hand on one of Shikamaru's broad shoulder. “That answer...be
more clear.”

'Why is he doing this? He knows
that even if I admit to it it doesn't change anything. I thought if
I kept it to myself then at least I would be able to stay beside him,
but now...' He
sighed heavily. “...since we were children,” he
answered. “But that doesn't matter now.”

“It...”

Shikamaru
gathered every shaky ounce of migrant courage he had in his body and
straightened his shoulders, turning to face the Hyuuga. “I'm
your best friend and your best man and you're about to get married to
a beautiful woman. Anything beyond that isn't important. Come on,
fix your hair. We're already behind schedule. Girls always take
longer than planned anyway, but the groom, at least, is supposed to
be punctual. Especially if it's you.”

'You've got to be kidding,'
Neji thought. 'My
best friend is in love with me and I'm about to lose him for good and
it's not important?'
To one degree he knew Shikamaru was right. He couldn't disgrace his
clan by freaking out and changing his mind now, so it really didn't
change the fact that he had to go through with this. He'd probably
grow to care for Sakura given enough time, too. ...but there would
be no happy honeymoons for Hyuuga Neji. 'Damn
your cowardice, Nara! If you'd told me this a year ago...even a
month ago...I...! What would I have done? Would anything have
changed for us? Damn you, Nara.'

“...you're right,” Neji
said at last, his tone a little defeated. “I shouldn't be late
to my own wedding.”

“...yeah,” Shikamaru
answered, fighting to keep the depression out of his voice. “That's
basically how it is.”

The hidden meanings between them
were endless. They both knew with so many admissions and so much
living
there was no way things would ever be the same between them. For the
two of them, the inevitable 'I do' was basically the same thing as
'goodbye', and somehow they were just going to have to suffer through
it and find a way to move on.

---

Chouji
and Ino looked at each other and for once, Chouji lowered his bag of
chips and frowned a little.

“This
doesn't feel much like a wedding,” Ino complained, having at
least enough discretion to complain quietly.

“Well,
it's not as if Sakura and Neji are in love,” Chouji answered.
It would be time to take his seat soon. Ino was the maid of honor,
and even if she was seven months pregnant he thought she still looked
really beautiful in the pale purple dress she was wearing. Of course
Chouji would always think Ino was the most beautiful girl in the
world.

Ino
sighed. “I know,” she answered. “Shikamaru's
trying to act indifferent, and Naruto didn't even come.”

His
friends really knew him too well. Shikamaru was doing his damnedest
not to mope, but he knew the second the after-party was over he would
go home, strip down to his boxers, crawl in bed and not leave the
house, shower, or shave, for at least three days. If anyone gave him
a hard time he would claim it was food poisoning or the flu, maybe
both. 'Why did I
have to go and kiss him? Now things between us can't go back to the
way they were. He knows.'

Neji
wasn't much better off. Once everyone was seated and Sakura began to
walk up the isle he couldn't help but think it was only appropriate
that Death be a beautiful woman. It made the blow slightly easier to
bear. Sakura did look lovely, but he couldn't see her now as his
future wife. All he saw was his executioner slowly breaching the
distance; his feet felt like they were in cement and he hoped he
wasn't white as a sheet because he certainly felt that way. His
hands were clammy and he was cursing the byakugan right now because
it let him see Shikamaru's plastic smile as he leaned over a little
and shared some joke meant to break the ice with the Hyuuga. It
didn't work. Neji felt like he was underwater. He could hardly make
out words and was fighting an overwhelming sense of vertigo.
'Shikamaru...'

The
priest was talking but he hardly noticed, something about having,
holding, taking, and obeying, till death do you part. That last part
rang cold and clear in his ears though, breaking the spell. Till
death.

“Neji,”
Sakura whispered. “Everyone is staring.”

He
blinked. Apparently he'd taken to long to answer. “Oh, I'm
sorry,” he said. “I.” And then his tongue went
thick. It was an easy word to say, 'do', only two letters. One
syllable. Just 'do'. It got stuck in his throat and as you'd expect
at the end of a life all of his happy memories with Shikamaru raced
through his mind in an instant; the horrible cake massacre that had
been their effort at making something special for Chouji's birthday,
playing shougi at 3 A.M., falling asleep to some of the worst movies
ever made and debates about art and music. All that was about to be
gone. “I...” 'Do'. Just say it, Neji. 'Do.' “I
can't.” It came out without his permission and when it did his
own eyes widened in surprise as a number of shocked gasps tripped
their way through the room and echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Once
the words were out though he didn't want to take them back and bowed
deeply to the pink haired woman. “I'm so sorry,” he
said. “I can't do this.” 'I
can't give him up. No matter what, I can't lose him.'

When
he looked up, Sakura looked almost relieved that one of them was able
to say something. Neither of them wanted the wedding. Everyone was
staring at them in silence. They should have said something much
sooner, both would-be bride and would-be groom seemed to be wearing
the same expression. They should have said something so much sooner.
“I'm sorry,” Neji said again. He wasn't prone to
apologizing, but when you were about to leave a girl at the alter it
was about all you could say. “It's just...there's someone
I...”

Before
he could say 'love'. An overzealous blond nin burst in the door clad
in his usual day-glo orange and declared, “I object!”

Sakura
blinked. Neji blinked. Shikamaru was too stunned by recent
developments to even consider breathing, let alone making his eyelids
move. Naruto, looking slightly abashed, shifted his feet. “Ah...were
we not to that part yet?” he asked.

Sakura
laughed. She actually laughed
and the air in the room lightened. “Naruto, you're such an
idiot.”

“But
I do, Sakura! I totally object! There's no way I can let you marry
some other guy, not even Neji!” the blond really was a talent
for making scenes.

“I
feel the same way,” she said.

“But...eh?
Wait, you do?”

In
the confusion, Neji grabbed Shikamaru's hand quite firmly, causing
the Nara to blink. “Let's leave,” he said.

“Wha--?”
It was the most eloquent half of a word Shikamaru could come up with
at the time.

Neji
didn't wait to tug him right back up the isle as Sakura and Naruto
started bickering. It was going to be all over the Konoha Tribune
tomorrow, but right now, Neji didn't care. Adrenaline was pumping
through his veins, and more than that, love. So much love. He
couldn't wait to get Shikamaru back to that tiny apartment with its
unmade bed and a dish drain that was always overflowing. He pushed
the Nara against the wall of the first side street he found and
crushed their lips together.

Shikamaru's
eyes widened in shock but it wasn't long before he was returning the
kiss just as eagerly. He couldn't help it. Neji was kissing
him.
“Neji what...?”

“It's
the same for me,” he said. Okay, so technically he hadn't been
in love with the Nara since they were children. He hadn't even
realized how much he'd come to need him until he was due to be
married, and he certainly hadn't known he loved him until it was far
too late in the game to end things gracefully. But now, looking
back, he was positive it was something that had been between them for
a long time, slowly blossoming like the first flowers of spring. He
fisted the lapels of the Nara's kimono and pressed against him as if
trying to melt into the shadow nin's body. “It's the same for
me,” he repeated. “I don't want a life without you in
it.”

Shikamaru's
heart ached and he wrapped his arms tightly around the older nin.
“...Your uncle is going to kill us both for this,” he
said, burying his face in Neji's satin hair.

“Tomorrow,
maybe,” Neji agreed. “But even if he actually did kill
us tomorrow, we still have today.”

Shikamaru
cupped Neji's cheek and lowered his mouth over the Hyuuga's this
time, and the years of need were painfully apparent there. Hyuuga
Neji decided he didn't care what he had to go through; he didn't care
what the cursed symbol might do to him if Hiashi was particularly
irate, and he didn't care if he'd just dishonored his entire clan
with his actions. As long as Shikamaru was by his side, he was
certain that everything would work out.

---

The
door closed behind them and Neji made quick work of every lock he
could find, hands already fumbling with the Nara's obi as their lips
and tongues tangled eagerly. They both knew they should try to take
things slow but that was impossible now. Neji had realized how much
he needed and wanted Shikamaru, and Shikamaru unrequited love had
suddenly lost the 'un-'. The only way they could deal with their
roiling emotions was to touch—everything, everywhere, to
explore one another properly until they'd exhausted themselves.

The
Hyuuga found the end of the Nara's obi and it tumbled to the ground.
The Nara, in reply, shoved Neji to the mattress and began to lay a
flaming path of kisses down the Hyuuga's throat as he pressed open
the collar of the man's wedding kimono, not willing to wait for the
fancy belt to be unfastened before getting his lips on the bare skin
of his shoulder and chest. “I love you, Neji,” he
exhaled against the flesh, hands coming around to pull at the obi
until it came undone.

Neji
helped him drop it to the floor and unfastened the strings that would
make the remaining layers fall open, exposing the pale under-kimono
that barely lent him any modesty at all. “I love you too,”
Neji said, surprised at how easy the words came. He pulled the other
male's face up into another deep kiss and didn't offer any protest
when the Nara's fingers unfastened the under-kimono as well and
shoved it all down to the mattress in one long swipe of his calloused
hands as their tongues tangled. The Hyuuga shivered as the cool air
brushed across his now bared skin, nipples tightening into hard nubs
and his groin already well on its way to a full erection.

Shikamaru
moaned softly at hearing those words he'd fantasized about most of
his life coming hungrily from the dark-haired beauty's tongue.
“Neji,” he breathed, pushing the other male back against
the mattress. “Say it again, please?” He didn't wait for
a response, tongue already trailing over the boy collar and down over
the dip of the throat leaving marks on the pale flesh of Neji's
chest.

Neji
shuddered under the touch, hands clawing at the Nara's kimono to get
him to remove it, and Shikamaru was quick to help him, dropping the
expensive finery to the floor as if it were the most careless cotton
he owned. “I love you, Shikamaru Nara,” Neji answered
breathlessly, fingers tangling through the knots of the under-kimono
until they were both down to nothing but boxer shorts.

Shikamaru's
lips and tongue curled around a nipple, his fingers coming to pinch
and roll the other and Neji gasped, arching beneath him and the Nara
shuddered, appreciating his responsiveness and not wasting any time
slipping his hand into the Hyuuga's white silk boxers—already
moist with precum—to take his love's erection in hand.

Neji
actually squeaked a bit in response, bucking against the firm touch.
Sakura aside, a woman would never have been able to satisfy the
Hyuuga—he needed the firm hands only a man could offer, the
hard planes of a male body and the thought that this was Shikamaru's
perfect body heating his skin made him moan the other male's name
softly.

Shikamaru's
mouth made it's way to the other nipple and he used his free hand to
pull the white silk away and drop it to the floor with their other
clothing, hand stroking the Hyuuga's flesh eagerly. “Nngh,
Shiikaa-aamaru....slow down, I'll cum to soon,” Neji protested.

“If
you do, I'll just tease you until you're ready for another round,”
the Nara answered. “It's cruel to ask me to slow down after
all the years I've fantasized about touching you.” His tongue
continued its heated path down the Hyuuga's abdomen, tracing his
stomach muscles and dipping into his navel before finally coming to
what it really wanted. He licked a long line along the side of
Neji's cock before swirling his tongue around the head and closing
his lips about the throbbing member, not waiting to take it deep in
his throat. It was a dream come true—Neji's cock between his
lips, the man writhing on the mattress, hair fanning out against the
aged comforter. He bobbed his head eagerly, wanting to bring the
Hyuuga as much pleasure as he could.

“Ah,
wait, Shikamaru...no--oooh!” Neji gasped and moaned before his
seed spilled quickly down the Nara's throat, eyes shooting wide open
as his back arched off the mattress.

Shikamaru
moaned, holding him firmly in place and drinking down the bittersweet
nectar before pulling his mouth back and standing to lean over the
Hyuuga, who watched him in a daze for a moment, wondering when
Shikamaru had removed his boxers and how it was possible for one body
to be so perfect. Shikamaru's member was already heavily swollen and
he trailed his fingertips along it, letting a nail graze the tip.
Shikmaru's head dipped and he moaned deeply at the attention, and
soon the Hyuuga had his fingers wrapped around it and began to lazily
stroke the large cock.

The
Nara, eyes clouded with lust, pressed three fingers against the
Hyuuga's lips. Understanding, Neji opened his mouth to let them
inside and eagerly licked and sucked at them to make them as wet as
he could. Shikamaru probably had lubricant somewhere, but neither of
them wanted to part long enough for him to get it.

Neji
ran his fingers through the Nara's draping hair and they exchanged
another deep kiss, Neji moaning at the taste of his own seed all over
Shikamaru's eager tongue, but Shikamaru moved away from him again,
causing Neji to let out a small moan of protest. He gasped, however,
when the Nara quickly flipped him over.

“Raise
your hips a little,” Shikamaru said huskily. Neji
felt as if the man's voice must be directly connected to his cock,
because just hearing it brought his recently spent member to
half-erect again, and then he cried out in surprise and pleasure as
both the Nara's tongue and middle finger prodded at his entrance at
the same time. He knew there would be a little pain, but it was
going to be more than worth it. The tongue was circling his ring and
the finger was already two knuckles deep in one smooth stroke.

Shikamaru
was sure his cock was going to explode just from being able to touch
the Hyuuga in such an intimate way, never mind that the man was
writhing, eagerly awaiting every caress. “Shikamaru, more,
please,” the Hyuuga begged. Shikamaru moaned against his
pucker and a second finger dove inside the Hyuuga's entrance, his
free hand coming to stroke the older male's quickly hardening cock as
he fumbled around, stretching and exploring the other man's cavern,
licking his ring and leaving love bites in some of the most intimate
places on the anatomy one would ever think of. “Aahn,
Neji...gods, you're so perfect.”

The
third finger slipped inside and Neji's back arched hard. There was a
sting of pain, yes, but Shikamaru's fingers had rammed right into his
prostate at the same instant, making all pain null and void. “Ahh!
Again, please!” Neji gasped.

Shikamaru
repeated the action, jabbing and rubbing Neji's prostate, but it
wasn't to last this time. There was something else they both wanted
inside of the Hyuuga and when Shikamaru thought he'd stretched the
male as much as either of them could stand he pulled his fingers out.
It took all of his resolve to not ram his cock right inside.
“Neji...” he breathed out his new lover's name, unable to
believe any of this was happening and moved closer to the Hyuuga's
face. “...please...”

Neji
understood. Shikamaru wanted to enter him, badly, but his fingers
weren't the only thing that needed to be a little wet to push inside.
The Hyuuga offered no complaints, running his tongue along the
Nara's turgid flesh and pulling a deep moan out of Shikamaru, whose
hands were white-knuckled with the effort of keeping his cool and not
climaxing prematurely. 'Even
his cock...everything about him...how could I not have realized
sooner how much I adore this man?' Neji
wondered as he worked saliva over the thick member.

Shikamaru
didn't wait long though before rasping out, “enough!” and
pushing the Hyuuga's mouth off of him.

Neji's
response was to lick his lips and move back up the bed, lifting his
legs. Shikamaru bit the inside of his cheek against the sight but
didn't wait long to drape Neji's knees over his shoulders and
position himself. He wanted to ask the Hyuuga if he was certain this
is what he wanted, but he realized how stupid that would be—they
both obviously wanted this quite a bit, so instead he moaned as he
slid inside in one firm stroke.

Neji's
eyelashes fluttered and his back arched, mouth falling open. “Aah!”
It was a declaration of both pain and pleasure, but considerably more
pleasure than pain. 'He's
definitely done this before,'
the Nara realized. 'I
guess that's for the best. I want to make him feel good.'
But he didn't think he would have much of a chance because the
tight, moist heat clamping around him was so unbelievable he almost
came just from entering him. “Neji...”

“Shikamaru,
please...move...”

Shikamaru's
chest rose and fell with his labored breathing. “I'm afraid if
I move I'm going to cum,” he answered.

Neji's
lips curled slightly upwards. “Then cum,” he answered,
shoving the Nara's earlier words right back at him, “if you
climax too soon, I'll just tease you until you're ready for another
round. I ran out on my own wedding for you. If you think I'll let
you off the hook easily, you're dead wrong.”

Shikamaru
understood. Neji planned to spend the whole day in bed making love.
He'd get no complaints on that from the Nara who grit his teeth and
slid back slowly before pushing inside again. Neji was quick to
match his pace and the Nara's muscles tensed as he tried to hold on.
He was right though, with all the build up he climaxed after only a
few strong thrusts, hot seed spilling into Neji's hole. Neji moaned
in delight at the sensation, but was quick to take advantage of the
dazed and apologetic Nara, moving his legs from his shoulders to wrap
around his waist and flipping them over so he was straddling the
brunette's waist, spent member still inside. “Nngh, you
weren't kidding,” he teased. “You came a lot.”

Shikamaru's
cheeks colored a bit and he tried to catch his breath, but Neji was
having none of it. His hips were already rocking, teasing the Nara
towards his second erection. He ground them in a circular pattern,
then forward and back, and he moaned in appreciation when he felt the
Nara's member swell up inside of him again. When it was fully hard,
Neji immediately started bouncing up and down the shaft, hands
resting on Shikamaru's chest and thumbs rubbing irregular patterns
along his nipples. “Aaah! Yes...! Shikamaru!” He was
extremely excited again, and when the Nara began thrusting back up
into him he became even more so, their pace quickly becoming reckless
as they slammed against one another. Neji pulled the Nara up to a
sitting position and wrapped his arms around his neck to let their
tongues war with one another again as his hips rose almost entirely
off the shaft before slamming back down. “Mmnmpph.
Shi-kaamaruu-uu...”

“Neji...”
Shikamaru's fingers wrapped around the dark haired male's member and
he began to stroke him in time with their thrusts though he had a
feeling that Neji didn't need the hand job to climax, he sounded as
if he was already about to anyway. The Nara wasn't wrong. Neji
arched, clamping down hard on his cock and spasming. His seed shot
out hard and thick between them and he moaned even more eagerly when
he felt the Nara pulled into orgasm right along with him, filling his
ass with another heavy load.

The
pair collapsed against the mattress, needing a moment before trying
to go another round, and Neji found himself sighing contently into
the Nara's neck as Shikamaru embraced him tightly, still intimately
joined.

They
stayed like that for a long while in silence before the Nara lifted
his head and laid a soft kiss on Neji's temple. “It's going to
be such a pain,” he sighed.

“I
don't want to hear it from you. If you'd have told me how you felt
sooner we could have avoided a lot of grief,” Neji answered
with a coy smile.

“Maybe,”
Shikamaru said. “Do you think he'll cut us some slack if I
promise to marry you someday? You know, you're crazy uncle.”

Neji's
eyes widened, not expecting that subject right off the bat and
hugging the Nara tightly for it. The thought of being married to
Shikamaru—while he shouldn't be ready to think of it, excited
him and made him extremely happy. “Don't test your luck,”
he said, smiling into the Nara's neck. “But even so, I'm going
to hold you to those words.”

“Because
you're troublesome,” Shikamaru joked.

“Oh,
now I'm
the troublesome one?” Neji said, letting the Nara flip them
over again and nibble on his neck.

“Aa,”
Shikamaru answered. “You've always been troublesome,” he
said with a slight smile of his own. “But you're worth it.”

Neji
lifted his head and stole another soulful kiss from the Nara. “I'll
hold you to that
too,” he answered, shifting his hips. Shikamaru's member was
already hardening inside of him again. At this rate he wasn't going
to be able to feel his spine tomorrow, let alone walk. It was a
little troublesome, but he didn't really care; Shikamaru was also worth it.

~fin~
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