Earth Angel | By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 1487 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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. |
Heavenly Beings and Earthly Entertainment
Neji Hyuga was an angel. That was the first thought that had crossed Shikamaru Nara’s mind the first time he had seen the boy back in sixth grade. It’s what he continued to think all through middle school and even as they entered Konoha High, although the other was a year older than him and thus was a grade above.
Neji’s long, dark hair looked soft, and Shikamaru wished he could see it without the annoying tie holding it at bay. His skin was a cream color that the Nara wanted to taste. It was such a unique tone that was Neji’s alone; not even his cousin Hinata could match it. Even those eyes he shared with his younger cousin were still different. They were just a hint darker; making them closer to the hue the full moon takes in a heavy mist. Shikamaru could get lost staring into those gorgeous orbs and he usually did, though at a safe distance.
Neji’s body was slender and his school uniform covered what the Nara knew were finely toned muscles. He was an athlete and lifted weights often during the off-season. His legs were long but they only accented his tall torso, making his strides long and confident. Neji never slouched or looked down when he walked. He was proud and smart, getting some of the best scores of the entire school.
Those kinds of things had gained Shikamaru’s attention, but when he first saw Neji Hyuga smile he nearly lost his footing. He didn’t smile a lot; in fact, Neji preferred the “aloof” look or a sharp glare. However, when his soft-looking lips curled up to reveal perfectly aligned and white teeth, Shikamaru knew for sure that the man he was staring at was, in fact, an angel. Nobody looked that gorgeous and the Nara only wished he could match it; only angels should be with angels.
Neji loved baseball. He was the head of the team for the school and he was very good at it. Shikamaru wasn’t into sports, thus didn’t know much about it. Most of his friends played on the team, and he got little bits of information from them when they would gossip about the sport. The Nara always looked like he wasn’t listening, but looks can be deceiving. He would hear every word and jot the important things down in his memory.
When the angel was only a sophomore, he had been seen by a scout for a top-quality college that was one of the first in the nation for sending people to the minor leagues. From there, one could go on to the major leagues, the dream of any baseball player. Now that he was a junior, Neji had already gotten several promised scholarships and acceptances to many of the best four-year colleges in the Land of Fire. The angel’s future looked very promising.
Shikamaru loved to watch him. Whenever the baseball season started, the Nara would find himself only able to hang out with three other people, seeing as the rest were playing for the Leaves. On the warm, dry days, he would head out to do some cloud gazing on a hill located on campus.
All right, cloud gazing was a lie. The baseball field sat comfortably at the bottom of the mound, and Shikamaru found Neji gazing to be a lot more fulfilling. Watching his angel was very mesmerizing.
Neji could play outfield perfectly, bouncing around the green expanse as easily as he was running through a meadow. Infield was even better; he could pitch, catch, or play any of the bases, including the spot between second and third base. It was an absolute dream to watch him throw the ball, every turn of the head causing his tightly bound locks to flow majestically around him like a wave of water. If Shikamaru looked hard enough, he could even catch the sight of small beads of sweat falling from his chin.
When Neji played, or practiced, he did it hard. Baseball was his passion, and the Nara had heard it was because his dad had been some big league ball player before he died, something about a plane accident. The angel was perfect at the sport—his body certainly seemed to be made for it—and Shikamaru almost wished he had enough motivation to join it.
The Nara didn’t like sports. Even though Neji looked absolutely breathtaking drenched in sweat and panting heavily because he’d just taken two bases (even when the hit should have allowed him to only reach first) Shikamaru knew it was far too troublesome. He preferred a game where he could use the countless strategies that flowed through his mind all the time. That’s why he had taken up chess and shougi. It was better, seeing as one only needed a single set of clothing and there was no reason to shower afterwards.
Shikamaru did find himself disappointed, though, when winter would roll in and force the team from the field, and thus ending his Neji gazing. During the off-season, the baseball team, which was coed, would have practice whenever they could reserve the indoor gymnasium away from the basketball players and lift weights. This, unfortunately, was not something the Nara could look in on without being discovered and having to answer troublesome questions. He preferred to watch at a safe distance, where no one would be able to completely tell if he was watching them or the clouds or merely sleeping.
While those on the team had practice, Shikamaru usually hung out with the few that weren’t. His good friend Chouji Akimichi actually wanted to try out for baseball, but was afraid his weight would be a factor, even though the Nara told him repeatedly to just try if he really wanted to. Hinata Hyuga was too delicate and hated sweat; she’d squeal and hit whoever touched her without rinsing off first. Shino Aburame just didn’t seem interested, but he never said much anyway. The glasses he always wore (something about an “eye condition”) kept his thoughts pretty much concealed, not that Shikamaru was any better.
Shikamaru was lazy and showing a whole lot of emotion was just too troublesome. A lot of things were too troublesome, actually. Schoolwork being one of them. Before they entered high school, his class had been given an IQ test and apparently his score was off the charts. Nobody understood why he got such mediocre grades. It was simple to him; who really wants to skip a grade or two and leave all your friends behind? It had been tempting for a while, though. If he was only one grade higher, there was a good chance that he’d see more of his angel.
However, in the end, he dropped the issue and continued on with life, watching the amazingly gorgeous and talented creature he could never have. Sometimes Shikamaru wished he could be the object Neji yearned and worked so hard for, if even for a few minutes. That would be heaven enough for the Nara to die in peace.
Unfortunately, he was fairly certain his angel didn’t even know he existed. That was fine, he supposed. It was probably a lot less work watching him as a nobody than as a friend trying hard not to look. The surprise he felt at hearing his name fall from those delicious looking lips was normal, right?
It was after their two-week spring break. That was the nice thing about going to a year round school; the breaks were much longer than one the schools had all of summer off. Naruto had been bitching about something—Shikamaru couldn’t really remember. All he could recall from that day was his voice.
“Nara.”
Shikamaru turned to see his angel walking toward him. Neji’s gaze was serious and seemed to pierce into his very soul. It was a good thing the Nara was good at not showing emotions, so he was able to express merely mild interest as his heart tripled its pace and his cheeks wanted to expose a red hue.
“Hyuga,” was his response, sounding more as a question with a raised eyebrow. His angel had never talked to him.
Neji kept his eyes locked onto the slightly shorter teen. “Listen, Nara, I need your help….”
Shikamaru’s mind went into overdrive. ‘He needs… my help?!’ he desperately thought. ‘Okay, remain calm.’ His heart pounded as his angel continued to talk, but all he heard was that silky voice. The words were lost somewhere between leaving that glorious mouth and Shikamaru’s eardrums, and he wondered how Neji could sound so… sexy without even trying.
His lips continued to move in a very alluring way, as if sending a coded message to the Nara’s own that begged, “Kiss me now!” To keep himself from doing so, he instead focused on those moon-hued eyes. As expected, he didn’t find anything hidden in them; his angel was very good at hiding his emotions as well. However, while his smooth voice still floated to his ears, there was a small flicker of… something. Desperation? Pleading?
Shikamaru suppressed a shiver at the thought. What could his angel want from him that he’d be desperate for?
All too soon, the beautiful sound from Neji’s mouth stopped and the silence brought the Nara out of his over-excited daze.
His angel raised an eyebrow at him, and he swallowed at the seductiveness of it. “Well, Nara? Care to help me out?”
It only took a moment for Shikamaru’s lips to curl upward into a small smile, as if he could really deny his angel anything. “Uh, sure, Hyuga. Whatever you need.”
There it was. Neji’s perfect smile. It gleamed brilliantly at Shikamaru and his soul jumped for joy; he was the reason for that expression.
Neji reached into a notebook he was holding and pulled out a sheet of paper, quickly handing it to the Nara. “Great. Here’s the permission slip your parents have to sign. Give it to either Kakashi or Gai and they’ll get you set up with the proper equipment and uniform. The first practice is tomorrow after school, see you then!” With that same smile plastered to his beautiful face and a wave, his angel was gone.
Shikamaru stood there dumbfounded, the paper still in his hand.
Naruto chuckled beside him. “I didn’t think you’d actually agree to it, Shikamaru,” he said, starting to walk away to his next class. “I’ll see you at practice tomorrow!”
The Nara blinked at the retreating blonde. ‘…what?’ He glanced at the paper but his mind was still working more than it had in quite a long time and couldn’t focus on the lettering printed on it.
“Wait, Naruto!” he shouted, darting after his friend, “What the hell did I just agree to?!”
That’s how Shikamaru found himself standing out on the baseball field, practicing with the rest of the team. It turned out that Sasuke Uchiha, some big shot that he didn’t know and never cared to, had moved away and left the team in a very bad position. They had been down a player and needed someone extra to basically fill up space. Neji had rearranged the rest of the players to compensate for the loss of the Uchiha and promised Shikamaru to give him an easy position on the field until he knew the drill.
Right field.
It was easy. He just stood there looking pretty so they could have a full team.
The practices turned out to be a godsend for Shikamaru. After the warm-ups and regular exercises, the players would take their positions on the field and alternate for batting practice. The boring, standing-there-doing-nothing spot right field turned out to be a great vantage point for Neji gazing. It was so much closer and hands on. Shikamaru could see the sweat glistening on his angel’s creamy skin, every strand of his long hair as it moved with his body, and, best of all, the muscles as they flexed beneath heated flesh.
Neji would talk to him, too. It was a completely new experience to have his angel actually walk up to him, with the intention of speaking with him and not with whoever was standing beside the Nara. He got to listen to that silky voice a lot during practice as he would shout out positions and orders to the other players.
As Shikamaru noted before, his angel was the team lead, meaning he was the one to look to for split second decisions for what happened on the field. Kakashi Hatake and Might Gai were the official coaches for the Konoha High Leaves, but they worked mostly on the sidelines, as all coaches did, the Nara guessed. They decided who would play, be benched, or make the final call if someone was too injured to continue or not.
Shikamaru was very impressed with all of them. Everybody had their place and knew their job; the team worked very well together. He’d watch closely when it was Neji’s turn to bat during practice. Rock Lee was the star pitcher and threw the ball hard and fast.
Not fast enough for Shikamaru’s angel, though.
Neji always hit the ball and it always headed in the direction he said it would. Whoever it was aimed at was to get it to the first baseman, or in this case basewoman TenTen, as fast as possible.
Shikamaru was glad he actually threw the ball correctly and she caught it easily. He was even more pleased at the satisfied look his angel had. It warmed his heart and caused it to skip a beat in excitement, his soul purring in contentment. This form of Neji gazing was surprisingly more fulfilling than it used to be.
However, that entire experience was merely the icing… or was that the cake and then the icing? Whatever metaphorical food it was, there was definitely a part of the day Shikamaru loved the best. Never would he admit it to anyone, of course, but he silently could not wait for that special time to approach.
Shower time.
Yes, the practice was great, and he was learning all kinds of new things and the sport of baseball, but when all was said and done he loved the end of the day the best.
His angel would always stay behind and help Kakashi and Gai put away the equipment and usually chatted with them about the game or whatnot and finally entered the locker room when most of the other guys on the team had already rinsed themselves clean of the sweat and dirt. Shikamaru would be sure to take things slow, acting like he actually cared when his stinking uniform touched his clean clothes and thus was ready to shower about the same time his angel was.
By then, the open stall was devoid of any other human life, although the more excited of them had left dirt and water splashed everywhere. Shikamaru would choose a showerhead opposite of Neji, whenever he could, and would silently watch the older teen.
The Nara picked up the shampoo bottle and glanced over his shoulder. His angel’s skin was glistening perfectly in the soft light, the steam moving teasingly over the creamy flesh. His dark hair clung to his back like a second skin and shimmered beautifully when he moved.
Neji was just so fucking gorgeous! Shikamaru never even dreamed of having the chance to see his angel naked, let alone take a shower! His own hands moved, but he didn’t notice, every bit of his attention was on the other teen as he carefully washed away all the evidence of practice.
When the Nara noticed his head turning slightly, he realized he did not want to be caught by those moon colored eyes and immediately returned his gaze back to himself. Once they had, he noticed the shampoo bottle sitting comfortably on the shelf and he stared at it a moment.
Shit.
Had he washed his hair? Shikamaru ran his fingers through his dark locks but couldn’t tell. His hair never had felt different before or after putting the soap in it. Sighing lightly, he grabbed the bottle and poured some into his hand. It certainly hadn’t been the first time this had happened. He did figure that it probably wasn’t good for him to shower the same time as his angel; the distraction would cost him a lot on bottles of shampoo. The Nara knew his luck would run out eventually as well. Sooner or later, Neji would not only notice his constant staring but also would say something about it, or worse, do something about it.
Shikamaru could kiss his dreams good bye if that ever happened.
The sound of water being turned off grasped his attention. Now his angel would go back to his locker, dry off; put clean clothes on his fresh skin and leave. That was his routine.
Feet splashing on the wet floor echoed with Shikamaru’s still running showerhead, but they weren’t heading for the lockers.
‘Oh, god,’ he thought as the steps halted behind him. His body completely tensed, a warm hand coming to rest on his shoulder. ‘Oh fuck!’
“Are you all right, Nara?” Neji asked with his silky voice.
‘Calm down,’ he ordered himself, trying to get his heart to stop beating so hard in his chest. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, keeping his eyes focused on the tiled wall.
“Are you sure?” his angel pressed, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “These practices aren’t too much?”
Shikamaru suppressed the pleasant shudder and plastered a smile on his face, turning his head to look at his dark haired, very wet, very sexy… angel? Perhaps ‘god’ would fit better for Neji in this situation. “Really, I’m good.” It was all he could say, seeing as he completely forgot what the other question was.
Neji smirked. It wasn’t as beautiful as his smiles, but made butterflies try to escape his stomach. “Okay then. If you need anything, be sure to ask.”
It happened then. As his angel was walking away, his hand fell from Shikamaru’s shoulder… and ghosted over his ass. More likely than not, it was just an accident created by gravity and didn’t mean anything, but his penis didn’t seem to care for ‘logic.’
Shikamaru looked down at his full erection and shuddered. He could still feel his angel’s barely there touch and it sent shockwaves straight to his member, causing it to twitch. His dark eyes slid closed and he brought a hand up to grasp himself. The Nara took a sharp intake of breath at his own touch and slowly began stroking the hard flesh.
“Are you all right, Nara?” His angel’s words rang through his mind and he pictured the moment that had just passed. Instead of him staring at the wall, Shikamaru turned completely and stared into those eyes, his own glancing down at his groin.
“Actually,” he imagined himself saying, “I could use your help, Neji.”
That seductive smirk with a raised eyebrow looked straight at him, just like he’d dreamed of many times before. “Oh?” he asked, stepping up to the Nara. “What would that be?” His angel’s lips were a breath away, stealing his air but he found he didn’t need it, as long as Neji was there to breathe for him he’d be fine.
Shikamaru couldn’t speak, instead grabbing one of Neji’s wrists and guiding his hand to his stiff member. He moaned when those pale fingers curled around him and he heard his angel chuckle.
“I did say if ‘you needed anything,’” he whispered and began running his hand along the length.
Shikamaru moaned again, thrusting his hips into the warm flesh. Wet fingers began playing with his pert nipples and he arched into the touch. It felt so good and he could feel his orgasm fast approaching; it never did take long with his angel involved.
Keeping the picture fresh in his mind, the Nara removed his hand from his chest and braced it on the cool tile, speeding up the pace on his pulsing erection. He moaned low and quietly, imagining his angel attacking his neck with kisses and nips with that perfect mouth and running his own hard length along his thigh.
“Ah,” Shikamaru softly cried out before biting his lip to keep quiet, his seed spilling from him and quickly followed the flow of the water as it swirled down the drain between his feet. He sighed heavily and took a moment to catch his breath, before turning the water off and heading back to the lockers, wondering if his dreams would ever become reality.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo