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Kicking the Habit	By : KohakuShadow Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I'll be using flashbacks fairly heavily in this story.
Flashbacks will be between double backslashes, like so: //blah blah
blah//

Warnings: There IS a
character death in this story, buuut, it's someone who dies in the
series anyway. Mention of some stuff in the first chapter from
shippuden, so beware spoilers.

Pairings:

Asuma x Shikamaru

Shikamaru x Naruto

Kicking the Habit

Chapter One: I Hated That About You

//“Shikamaru, why..?” Konohamaru looked absolutely
devastated. The Nara couldn't look into his eyes for more than a
moment. He knew what the boy wanted to ask: why do the people most
important to me keep dying?

“Because we're ninja and we fight until we die and that's all
there is to it,” Shikamaru said. “Don't worry, I'll
avenge him for both of us, right now, that's my ninja way.”//

“That's what I told him, but even after I've finished what you
started, Asuma, nothing's really changed.”

Shikamaru slipped the first cigarette out of a new pack with a deep
frown. 'You were always smoking, Asuma. I hated that about you,
but now I seem to be the one who can't kick the habit.'
The Nara sighed and lit the white stick, inhaling and letting out
the smoke. No matter how he looked at it, it was actually a pretty
foul taste, but one he'd grown so accustomed to over the years on
Asuma's lips that now it comforted him, albeit coldly. He'd started
smoking Asuma's cigarettes after the man was killed by Hidan and
swore to keep them with him until he'd avenged his mentor and lover's
death, but that was half a year ago now and he'd bought many packs of
his own since then.

The habit still disgusted him, but
there were other habits that were much more troublesome. On Tuesdays,
Asuma used to always come over to play shougi, which for many years
now segued into sex and waking up in the morning to coffee, fresh
bread, stale cigarette smoke, and the older man, topless, sitting at
the kitchen table with the morning paper. It had been a comfortable
ritual. Shikamaru would wake with a grumpy groan a little too early,
flop down across from the man who had once again used the saucer of
one of his teacups as an ashtray, complain about the smell, and give
up on the argument in favor of the fresh bed and warm three-sugar
coffee.

The Nara smiled nostalgically. It
was a habit he'd been happy to form. Asuma
would arrive at seven on the dot, and Shikamaru had gotten having two
cups of tea ready and exactly the right temperature down to a fine
art. Now he always started cursing around the time he started
pouring the second cup of tea, realizing there was no one coming to
drink it, and that the next morning coffee, bread, and cigarettes
would not be there waiting for him.

Three
Years Earlier:

// “So, you decided on the
apartment above the bakery after all,” Asuma said, slipping his
shoes off at the door.

Shikamaru could have stayed on
the Nara lands, but he wanted his freedom, and after a good deal of
debate and thought he'd settled on a two room apartment above the
local bakery.

The Nara shrugged, “It's
the sort of simple place that suits me best,” he answered.
“And if I'm this close to food, I guarantee that Chouji will
visit a lot,” he joked, pushing a stack of boxes out of the way
and putting the shougi board on the kitchen table.

“Well, at least you won't
get lonely, are you sure about leaving that cat behind?”

“Yeah, Dad's the one who
brought him home, and he'll need someone sane around now that I've
moved out. Make yourself comfortable, I'll make some tea.”

“Forget the tea this time,”
Asuma said. “In celebration of your newfound independence, I
brought sake.” He tilted his head to the side with a
mischievous little smile. “It's alright to indulge once in a
while.”

Shikamaru sighed, deciding not to
argue. “Sure, I guess. Just this once.” He actually
wasn't all that interested in drinking or smoking—two of
Asuma's seemingly favorite pastimes—but in celebration of
finally having a place of his own, even he was willing to indulge a
little, especially since Asuma was giving him that sort of look.
He'd had a crush on his teacher for a long time, though he was pretty
sure he managed to hide it well. But Asuma sure looked charming when
he wore that silly little smile. The customary shougi game commenced
with a penalty of one cup of sake every time a piece was lost. By
the end of the game, both men were fairly well buzzed.

“Aah, I lost again, you're
too smart for me,” Asuma complained, putting out what was left
of his cigarette and reaching for another.

Shikamaru reached across the
table and grabbed his hand. “Don't smoke another one, they're
gross,” he complained.

“Oral fixation,”
Asuma joked. “Can't be helped.”

“Then find something else
to do with your mouth,” Shikamaru griped. “You're going
to make my apartment smell like an ash tray.”

This was apparently the wrong thing
to say because Asuma, tipsy as he was mumbled “something else,
huh?” and before Shikamaru could ask, “hey, what are you
thinking about?” the older man's lips crushed against his own
rather firmly

Shikamaru blushed brightly, eyes
widening in surprise, but when Asuma's tongue pried his lips open
forcefully, Shikamaru decided he'd go along with it. Tomorrow, if
Asuma regretted this, he could blame it on the sake. They'd both had
quite a bit, but he hadn't had nearly as much as the older man. Their
tongues tangled recklessly and the Nara found himself fisting Asuma's
shirt and pulling him closer.

The Nara's beloved shougi board
clattered to the floor, but he couldn't make himself care when he
felt the older man's strong arms wrap around him, pulling him up from
the chair he was in, which also clattered to the ground as Asuma,
much to his surprise, moaned into the kiss. Their lips soon broke
for air, but it didn't last long before they were crushing together
again, any logical argument about the many reasons why this should
never happen not getting enough oxygen between their fevered kisses
to surface. They fumbled away from the kitchenette and through the
living room until they both tumbled over the couch and ended up in a
sprawl on the floor where Shikamaru had been unpacking his scrolls.
One of them jabbed him in the ribs, but with Asuma's warm body over
him, lips breaking from his again, but this time to wander down his
jaw and throat, the Nara really couldn't bring himself to care.

Asuma panted hotly against his
throat, making such quick work of removing the Nara's vest it was a
small miracle he didn't tear it, and Shikamaru hissed a bit at the
cold air brushing across his chest from the slightly open window when
the man tugged his shirt up under his armpits.

The Nara couldn't help but arch and
let out a small scream when he felt the older man's mouth close
around one of his nipples. Shocks of pleasure raced straight toward
his groin. “A-asuma-sensei...” he gasped.

“Asuma,” the older man
breathed out against the moistened flesh. “I don't want to be
called sensei by you, especially not right now.”

The husky tone pulled another soft
moan from the Nara's lips that got louder when Asuma sucked his other
nipple between his teeth and cupped his groin suddenly. Shikamaru
bucked against the hand, already quite hard and after rubbing a bit
Asuma was quick to pull the waistband down to expose the Nara's groin
and encase it in one of his large, calloused hands.

“A-Ah—suma!”
Shikamaru cried out at the attention and it didn't take Asuma but a
moment to tug his pants off the rest of the way and toss them aside.
He breathed heavily, working his way down the Nara's body. Shikamaru
moaned as he neared his groin, and whimpered in protest when Asuma
lifted his hips, passing by his strained member entirely to leave
marks on the Nara's inner thighs. “Nngh, jerk,” the Nara
complained.

Asuma smirked against his thigh and
left a little bite there. “You of all people, I should think
would understand the value of patience, Shikamaru,” he said
huskily.

The Nara opened his mouth for a
smart remark, but a deep moan escaped instead as he felt Asuma's
tongue brush over his anus. “A-asuma!” he protested,
embarrassed.

“Do you want to waste time
looking for lotion?”Asuma argue, blowing against the pucker and
rimming the tight hole.

“Ahh..! G-go ahead then...”

Asuma didn't hesitate, dipping his
tongue inside of the Nara and swirling it around. The Nara clawed at
the ground again, seeking something to hang onto. Asuma didn't dwell
on the oral play though; his own groin had stirred far too much to
wait long and his mouth was soon replaced by a moist finger.
Shikamaru arched with a moan. “I see you've done this before,”
Asuma teased.

“Shut up,” Shikamaru
griped. “I'm not a little kid anymore.”

“Yes, I've known that for a
while now,” Asuma answered, letting his free hand wrap around
the younger male's member and stroke it as he stretched him.

Shikamaru blushed at the comment,
though he was already too riled up to think about what it could
possibly mean.

Asuma finally pushed the scrolls
brusquely out of the way and freed his own thick member and slipped
it into the Nara abruptly, groaning from deep in the back of his
throat. Shikamaru was tighter and hotter than he'd ever imagined and
his eyes lidded as he tried to control his breathing and let the Nara
adjust. The latter was apparently unnecessary—Shikamaru moaned
loudly at the penetration and immediately started moving his hips,
desperate for the contact.

“Asuma...move
already! Please!”

He didn't need to be asked twice,
beginning to thrust into the tight entrance as Shikamaru claimed his
mouth in a passionate, sloppy kiss, rocking against him. Asuma
stroked him in time with the eager thrusts. It wasn't long at all
before both men climaxed and fell asleep almost immediately
afterwards. When Shikamaru awoke the next morning on the cold floor
covered by Asuma's firm torso, they were still intimately joined.
Far more sober, they'd continued where they left off.

After
a shower, Shikamaru made coffee, and Asuma went downstairs to buy
some fresh bread.//

Shougi,
sex, and coffee had become a habit between them that both looked
forward to. They never outright exchanged words of love; it was a
mutual understanding that words didn't need to be wasted on. The
first time they had sex, it was a reckless, drunken thing—but
it was a reckless drunken thing done out of love that could no longer
be contained which had spent years blooming between them. Shikamaru
was positive it was love. If it had been anything else, he'd have
never been able to grow so accustomed to the taste of tobacco on
Asuma's tongue, the way the smoke clung to his clothes, the slight
yellowness that seeped into the windows if he didn't clean
constantly. If it was anything but love, these were things the Nara
just wouldn't be able to stand. And if it had been anything but
love, this smoking habit he'd picked up since the older man was
killed wouldn't be so hard to kick.

Shikamaru sighed and flicked the
remnants of his cigarette out the window.

“Oooii, Shikamaru, watch where
you're throwing those things!” a voice below bellowed.

“Ah, sorry Naruto. I wasn't
paying attention!” he called back.

“Come down! Iruka-sensei told
me if I got your lazy ass out of the house he'd treat us to ramen!”

Shikamaru smiled a little and shook
his head. Naruto and his ramen, honestly. “...I'll be down in
five minutes, so try being patient for once,” he called back
before pulling back in the window and closing the slightly yellowed
glass. He leaned against the wall and sighed a bit. “That's
right, when there are people like Konohamaru and Naruto in this world
who have suffered and lost so much more than I have, I really have no
right to complain. I just...had no idea you and your stupid
cigarettes would turn out to be so addicting, that's all.
I've...somehow lost sight of the road ahead of me now that you're
gone.”

~TBC~
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