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Lessons Learned	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own the world or characters, I just like to torment them. Kishimoto-sensei gets to keep them permanently. (I make no money off this!)

Chapter List
- 1-Lessons Learned
- 1
“Nara Shikamaru, you are a royal pain in the ass! Why can't you just go out with her once?”
“Meh. Girls are too troublesome.”
Ino growled. “Everything is troublesome to you. Why is this any different?”
“Because you haven't given me a compelling reason to deal with the trouble.”
“I'm asking?” Ino said, blinking.
Shikamaru didn't bother responding to that. He contemplated the new set of clouds that were moving across the sky, trying to decide which ones looked like animals and if there were any that looked like deer. He knew if he gave it another minute or two she'd give up and go away and he could be left with his clouds in peace.
Except she didn't go away. She flopped down onto the ground next to him and he tore his gaze away from the sky for a moment, turning to her. “Okay, there's more to this than a favor from you.”
She sighed. “No, it really is just a favor for me. But it's a favor for me because she will not leave me alone about you.”
Shikamaru blinked at her. “Why not?'
Ino frowned. “I'm not supposed to tell you.”
He sighed and rolled onto his back again. Definitely troublesome.
“She likes you.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I don't know why, can't figure it out, but she does.” Ino said, sitting up and turning to him again.
“She likes me?”
“That's what I said,” Ino said, irritably. “What's the big deal?”
“Well if you'd told me this earlier, I might have gotten back to my cloud-watching sooner. I don't like girls.”
“She's a woman, you ass. She's as grown as we are.”
“That's not what I mean. I like guys.”
“WHAT?!” Ino screeched—literally screeched.
Shikamaru closed his eyes, practically begging for patience from some form of higher power. Perhaps Asuma was listening. “You heard me,” he said, throwing her words back in her face. “And I already have someone I'm seeing.”
“You do not.”
“Prove it.”
“You prove it.” She challenged.
“I called you on it first.”
“I can't prove you're not involved with someone, dumbass. So, prove you are.”
“Kakashi,” he called to the silent ninja in the tree who'd been listening in since they got there.
“Yo!” he said from his perch.
“There,” Shikamaru said, as if that solved it.
“That doesn't prove anything, except that the hentai was in a tree reading his porn again,” Ino pointed out.
He had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy. He sighed. That was what he got for not planning this out. Ah, there's the deer. There always was one. He watched it for another moment, then looked up at Ino again. “That's my lover. What more do you want? A demonstration?”
Ino's cheeks pinkened. “That would prove it.”
Shit. He hadn't counted on her actually agreeing to it. He somehow thought she'd back away at that point. He glanced up at Kakashi, still sitting in the tree, an amused glint in the visible eye.

Kakashi stowed his book and leapt lightly from the branch he was sitting in. He'd watched in amusement as Shikamaru tried so hard to get out of a simple date. He could understand not wanting to go out with someone he wasn't interested in, no doubt there. He'd thought it was Shikamaru's simple laziness that had him trying to get out of it, but there'd been a ring of truth to his claim that he liked guys.
And then he'd offered up a demonstration and Kakashi couldn't resist teaching the lazy man a lesson. He squatted down next to where Shikamaru was laying and looked down into his face. “Yes, dear, why don't we give her a demonstration?”
Shikmaru actually blushed. Yep, definitely into guys. Kakashi glanced to the side at Ino to see her with her mouth hanging open. He looked back at Shikamaru and raised his eyebrow, waiting.
For a lazy guy, he was incredibly fast at thinking. “Well, I wouldn't want to ask you do something you'd be uncomfortable with. I know how much you don't like public displays of affection.”
“This is hardly public. The only one here is Ino.” Kakashi smiled, his eye crinkling in the corner. Ino made a choking sound and they both looked over at her. She was bright red at this point and Kakashi wondered if she'd started imaging more than a kiss. “What kind of demonstration would you need?” he asked her politely.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, making an remarkable impression of a fish. “Would a kiss be enough?" Kakashi continued. "I'm afraid I'm not very comfortable actually having sex in public, even as limited as the public is here.”
This time the choking sound came from Shikamaru. He glanced down at his 'lover' and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. “Have you got a kink I don't know about?”
Shikamaru's blush brightened. “No,” he managed to get out.
“Uh... um...” Ino stuttered, in an obvious attempt at regaining some semblance of control over the situation. “A kiss would be good.”
“Very well,” Kakashi said, then glanced back at Shikamaru, eyebrows raised as he waited. “Well, dear?”

Shikamaru was trapped, there were no two ways about it. If he didn't kiss Kakashi, he'd never be able to 'prove' to Ino that they were lovers, even though they, of course, weren't. He hadn't lied about liking guys, but he'd never even considered kissing Kakashi before, though he wasn’t exactly opposed to it, either.
“It's troublesome, but I guess we'll have to.” He managed somehow to keep the bored tone of voice. He gave his patented long-suffering sigh and sat up.
Kakashi leaned in, turned his head enough that Ino wouldn't be able to see his face, pulled his mask down and planted his lips onto Shikamaru's.
Holy shit, the man could kiss. The few fumblings Shikamaru had experienced were nothing when faced with this man. He started simply enough with just a light kiss on the mouth, nothing serious. But then he'd run his tongue over Shikamaru's bottom lip and he hadn't even been able to think about fighting it. He'd simply opened his mouth to Kakashi and then their tongues were battling as they nibbled and he'd nearly lost the ability to think at all.
So he was still sitting there, completely stunned by the force of the kiss when Kakashi pulled back and returned his mask to its place over his face and nose. Shikamaru pulled himself together through sheer force of will, cleared his throat and looked over at Ino.

She'd passed out. A thin line of blood dripped from her nose and she was laying in an awkward position, apparently having simply fallen over backwards. Kakashi turned back to Shikamaru, chuckling.
Shikamaru frowned. “Why'd you help me?”
“Because I thought it would be fun to teach you a lesson.”
“Oh? What lesson is that?” Shikamaru, with a raised eyebrow.
“The lesson of volunteering someone. You should have asked first. Now, I'm going to have to take payment for helping you.”
“Oh? And what could I possibly pay you?” Shikamaru asked, more calmly than he felt, knowing Kakashi wasn't talking about money.
Kakashi pretended to think it over, then he leaned in and said into Shikamaru's ear, “how about this. I think that one kiss isn't nearly enough. Instead, I think I'll show you what it is to really kiss. When no one's watching, when we don't have to stop there. I'll find you tonight. Seven o'clock.” And with that, he poofed.

Oh shit. Shikamaru hadn't planned on this. If a single date with a woman was troublesome, what the hell had he just gotten himself into?

He was annoyed with himself that he'd actually gone home and taken a shower. The annoying part was that he was about half way through shaving before he realized what he was doing. So he couldn't even just stop, that would be even more troublesome.
He finished shaving, brushed his teeth because it was more troublesome to fix them than it was to brush, or so he told himself, and then got dressed. He flat refused to do anything more than he normally did, at least with this, so he pulled out a clean pair of his standard pants, his net undershirt and a basic black shirt. The most he considered doing for the evening was leaving his flak vest, headband and bandages in their place on his dresser.
“I'm going out,” he called to his mother as he left the house. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and wandered slowly through the village. He'd find a roof somewhere to hang out on and watch the stars if Kakashi decided not to follow through.
He never got the chance. “Yo.”
Shikamaru checked his watch, surprised to find that it was only seven fifteen. “You're early.”
“I am?”
“Yeah. I didn't expect you for another forty-five minutes. You're more troublesome than a woman. I missed my star gazing entirely.”
Kakashi snorted. “I think that was a compliment.”
Shikamaru chuckled. “Take it as you wish.”
“So, how long have you been interested in men?” Kakashi asked, falling into step beside him, his hands firmly in his pockets.
“Who says I really am?”
Kakashi didn't bother answering. He simply waited. Shikamaru knew it was deliberate, that eventually he'd give in and answer, regardless of how lazy he was. “Fine. Since I knew what attraction was.”
“Well, then. How is it that Ino didn't know?”
Shikamaru glanced over at the older man. “How troublesome would it have been to explain that? Then avoid her attempts at either setting me up with every guy she knew—gay or not—or trying to turn me.”
“I take your point. Less troublesome all around to simply not say anything in the first place.” Kakashi chuckled.
They fell into silence and continued walking, with no apparent destination, as far as Shikmaru could tell. But after a few minutes with no clear idea of what was going on, he had to say something; it was starting to get to him.
“So, is this just an exercise in annoying me? Or did you really want something?” he asked, his patience finally being tested. He was jumpy because he didn't know what to expect, annoyed because he found himself interested, and cranky for being forced to feel either.
Shikamaru didn’t see him move. One second Kakashi was walking next to him, hands in his pockets, his gait as slow and uncaring as Shikamaru's. The next second, Kakashi stood in front of him, looking down into Shikamaru's face, just a few centimeters away. He swallowed.
He wasn't afraid of Kakashi, he knew better than to think the man would actually hurt him. But that didn't mean he wanted to invoke Kakashi’s wrath in any way, either. Especially since he was attracted to the man. If that kiss earlier that day was any indication, the man knew what he was about when it came to the physical side of relationships.
Kakashi simply stood there, staring at him, not moving. Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain his lazy, bored appearance, but it was getting more difficult as the moments ticked by. And perhaps that was part of the problem.
Kakashi was a genius too. As brilliant as they said Shikamaru was—maybe more so—and he realized he may have met his match when it came to strategic planning. It didn't help that he was on completely unfamiliar ground.
What the hell was he going to do? How did he handle this? Yet another annoyance because, for once in his life, he didn't know.
He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, with no idea what he'd say. “I mentioned earlier that I expect something for helping you,” Kakashi said, beating him to the punch.
“Yes, you said something to that effect. I vaguely recall, anyway.” He paused. “Did you have something in particular in mind?”
Kakashi glanced to the side. They'd stopped in front of an apartment building that Shikamaru didn't recognize. Kakashi stepped closer, closing the small distance between them. “I believe I said a single kiss wasn't enough, didn't I?”
Shikamaru nodded, his throat suddenly dry. He didn't mean...
“Well, as I'm not really interested in doing things like that in public, I'd prefer to take them somewhere a little more comfortable.” He motioned toward the door. “I'm assuming you'd prefer your parents not see this?”
Holy shit, he wasn't kidding. He wondered what Kakashi's reaction was going to be when he found out that Shikamaru was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. He swallowed again, once more attempting to moisten his dry throat, then turned toward the door.
They didn't say a word as they climbed the single flight of stairs to the second floor. Kakashi unlocked the door and moved to the side for Shikamaru, who stepped in, then kicked his sandals off and turned to the rest of the small apartment. The room they were in was a tiny living and dining room combination with the kitchen off to the left through a small doorway. The main room consisted of a table and two chairs, a lumpy ancient-looking sofa, a coffee table made up of some sort of wooden crates and bookshelves. These actually contained a number of novels not from the Icha Icha series, much to Shikamaru's surprise.
He turned back to Kakashi, yet again annoyed by not having a clue what to expect. His ability to maintain the bored air was getting more and more difficult to maintain by the moment. He raised an eyebrow. “So, now that we're inside—” But he didn't get to finish.
“Would you like something to drink?”
Shikamaru stared at him, momentarily non-plussed. He'd half expected to be nearly attacked right inside the door. Though, the truth was, he didn't know what to expect, which was half the problem. He realized Kakashi was waiting for an answer. He gave a half shrug. “Whatever.”
With a chuckle, Kakashi went into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of sake out and turned to start the process of heating it. While it was warming, he got the serving bottles out and Shikamaru, in an attempt to cover up some of his nervousness, wandered to the bookshelves.
He was surprised by the range of titles. He'd only ever seen Kakashi with the Icha Icha novels in his hand, so to see mysteries and honest-to-goodness romance novels on the shelves was definitely not what Shikamaru would have guessed. He wondered what Kakashi would say if he knew Shikamaru had read Jiraiya's books.
“So, who, besides Ino now, knows of your preferences?” Kakashi asked, coming out of the kitchen.
Shikamaru turned around and took the bottle held out to him. “Thank you. No one except Chouji. Well, and...” He paused and scratched the back of his head. “Neji.”
Kakashi's visible eyebrow went up. “Neji?” He blinked a moment. “Do you mean he's...?”
Shikamaru nodded. “Yeah, well, at least, he goes both ways.”
Kakashi paused a moment to sip at his sake. “So, I have to ask, then. What have you done?”
“Besides kiss you earlier?” Shikamaru asked, unable to keep the smart-ass attitude aside for long. When Kakashi simply raised an eyebrow, Shikamaru found himself scratching the back of his head again, his face turning red. “Um, well, I kissed Chouji once. And, uh... a couple of other people.”
Kakashi blinked at him, then shook his head. “Hell, I didn't know that.”
“No one did. Not even Chouji.” Shikamaru stared at his feet, swallowing around a now very dry throat and dropped his gaze to the floor. He kept his eyes fixed on the woodgrain in the floor, unable to look up.
“But the only thing you did with Chouji was kiss...”
“Yeah. He, um, says he prefers girls. Though everyone knows there's only one girl he really wants.”
“Ino, yeah.” Kakashi said, nodding.
Shikamaru sighed. “Look, don't... feel like you have to do anything. I get it, I won't volunteer you any more, I swear.” He turned to leave, but Kakashi just put a hand on him.

Shit. A virgin. He hadn't quite expected that when he'd set out to teach the kid a lesson. Okay, not kid. Shikamaru wasn't a kid any more than his own students were now. They were grown men and women.
He shoved the distracting thoughts aside. Did I want to do something with this man? Someone who hasn't been out there yet? At all?
That came with a responsibility Kakashi wasn't sure he wanted to take on. It was no small matter to be the one to introduce someone to the physical side of relationships. Did he really want to be that one? On the other hand, Shikamaru, for all his bravado, was embarrassed by his status as a virgin, that much a blind man could see. What the hell do I do? He didn't want to completely back away from this, that was for sure.
He contemplated Shikamaru for another few seconds, then shrugged his shoulders in affected casualness. "I don't think I want to let you out of it."
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "I know you're intelligent. You got what I was saying, right? I haven't done anything before. So anything you might get out of me is likely to be lousy. And frankly, it would be damned troublesome to hear you tell me just how lousy it would be."
"Nice try." Kakashi laughed.
Shikamaru just blinked at him. He didn't say anything at first, he just shrugged. "Fine then, what do you want?"
Kakshi stepped up to him and took the sake bottle out of his hand. "Why don't we start again with kissing, hmm? You seemed to be able to handle that just fine earlier."
"Just kissing?" Shikamaru asked.
"To start." So saying, Kakashi pulled his mask down and captured Shikamaru's lips.

It was a testament to how messed up he was that Shikamaru didn't even register that he'd seen Kakashi's face. Not once, but twice now, and he'd barely paid attention to it. In fact, he couldn't have named a single feature on the face at all.
He simply stood there a moment, surprised that Kakashi had refused to let him go, shocked that he was kissing Kakashi, again. Then he pulled the tie out of Shikamaru’s hair and threaded his fingers through it and it got through that this wasn't some daydream. He was kissing Kakashi—again—and he needed to get his act together if he didn't want to waste the opportunity.
He brought his own hands up and cupped Kakashi's face, then opened his mouth with a moan when Kakashi coaxed it open again. Their tongues slid and Shikamaru had to remind himself how to breathe.
That feels so good. He found himself a little surprised to feel the arousal against him, unmistakable as it was. He wouldn't have thought something as simple as a kiss would get to someone who'd obviously done so much more. But then again, what did he know about it?
Kakashi shifted just a bit and started nibbling at Shikamaru's lips. His brain stuttered to a halt and later on he'd be shocked to discover that he could stop thinking at all. Nothing had ever quite taken over like this. Certainly not his sad attempts at kissing Chouji or Neji.
Sliding his hands down Shikamaru’s back brought a full gasp. Before Shikamaru could even begin to process that, Kakashi pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. Then the feel of bare rough hands against his skin had him releasing another moan. Their kiss broke apart and Kakashi started nibbling a trail along his chin.
Shikamaru swallowed hard, trying to moisten his very dry throat, lost to what this man was doing to him. How could such a simple touch, such minor kisses do so much? And there, what was Kakashi doing to his nipples? Shikamaru would have sworn before this they weren’t sensitive!
There were times he wished he could truly shut off his brain. For once in his life, he didn't want to think through all of this, didn't want to analyze it, he just wanted to feel. He had no idea if he'd ever get a chance like this again. He could sort through everything in his head later.
The hands disappeared long enough for Kakashi to unbutton the top few buttons of Shikamaru's shirt and then it and its net counterpart were gone. He sucked in a breath as Kakashi teased one of his nipples. He’d thought it was bad when they were just played with. But sucked on?
Fuck, he was already rock hard from just a few kisses and touches. Then Kakashi moved over to the other nipple and when he pulled away, both were tight little buds, both sensitive against the cool air and an even louder moan escaped.
He needed more. He'd certainly masturbated enough to know what the end result was, but it was a different thing altogether to get there with another person. But he didn't want to ask, didn't want to demand. He was completely out of his element and that irritated him.
Kakashi pulled back then and he got a chance to see the face that was such a mystery. It was… disturbingly normal. Shikamaru wouldn't have called it beautiful or gorgeous, but there were certainly no buck teeth or big lips or anything like that, either. Handsome, yes, definitely that. He cataloged the features and pushed the thoughts into the back of his mind. He could go back over it later.
He leaned up and decided to take a chance, slanting his lips across Kakashi's for his own kiss. Kakashi allowed him to do his own nibbling, his own tasting before opening to him and taking over the kiss again. That man's mouth was something. Shikamaru couldn’t find a word to describe just how damned deadly it was. And as the want to do more, give more built, Shikamaru found that, in this, at least, it simply wasn't possible to be lazy. Well, with this man, if no others.
He wanted that skin against him, wanted to feel more. When they broke apart, he muttered, "not fair."
"What isn't?" Kakashi asked, a chuckle in his voice.
"Your shirt is still on," Shikmaru pointed out.
"Ah. Well, then, do something about it," Kakashi challenged and Shikamaru wasted no time. When he wanted to, he could move as fast as anyone, save maybe Kakashi himself. He had the shirt and it's attached mask off in a few seconds, taking the headband with it.
He paused to take in the chest dotted with scars. He glanced up into Kakashi's face, then reached up and ran his fingers over it. He paused at the nipples, touching them, learning the soft velvety texture, listening to the gasp that came in reaction to his exploration. He bent slightly to taste and Kakashi's arms came around him again, one hand cupping the back of his head in encouragement.
He pulled it between his lips, sucking gently and was rewarded with a moan. Shikamaru filed that bit of information away and moved on to the other one. Leaving its twin as hard as the first, he kissed his way back up Kakashi’s scarred chest to his neck and discovered a spot on his collarbone that also made Kakashi moan. Shikamaru played with that a little bit before leaning up to taste the rest of the neck. He paused at the ear, then decided hesitating would get him nothing and nibbled lightly at the earlobe.
This got him an even louder moan and he couldn't resist the devious grin the spread across his face. Oh, he liked knowing this about the man. He liked knowing what could make Kakashi crazy.
But Kakashi was apparently reaching the end of his patience. He ran his hands down over Shikamaru’s ass and squeezed before moving one around to run over the hard cock. "Fuck, Kakashi," he groaned.
"Do you want more? More than just kissing?"
"You know damn well I do," Shikamaru grumbled. "Stop teasing."
Kakashi chuckled. He stepped back and took one of Shikamaru's hands. "Let's move this somewhere a little more comfortable." He turned and pulled him Shikamaru into the bedroom.
He didn’t have a chance to look around much. He registered the bed, the team photos on the headboard and very little else. Kakashi had turned around and started kissing him again. This one was different, more demanding, much harder, and it threw Shikamaru off.
Then Kakashi opened the button on Shikamaru’s pants and before he had a handle on what was happening, his pants and underwear were on the floor around his feet. He fumbled with Kakashi's and after a moment, managed, even while being kissed within an inch of his life, to get them open and off. Kakashi pulled back and voice rough, said, "bed." That was all and Shikamaru didn't hesitate. It never even occurred to him to disobey. He stretched out on top of the shuriken-patterned comforter and lay back, watching Kakashi move.
He paused to pull something out of the drawer and Shikamaru realized it was a tube. Kakashi tossed it onto the headboard before stretching out next to him. He didn't have a chance to think too much about it because that damned mouth was on him again and his eyes slid closed.
This time, Kakashi didn't stop at his chest. Oh, he paused at Shikamaru’s nipples, licking and sucking on them again, driving him even more crazy. But then Kakashi continued on down, past his stomach—how did that make his cock twitch?—and then all thought ceased completely. Shikamaru, genius, the guy who could think two hundred moves ahead, stopped thinking entirely. Kakashi's mouth was around his cock. “Fuck!” The shout was probably heard on the other side of the village. Shikamaru couldn’t give the tiniest damn.
His hands went to the silver hair, needing to touch, somehow to keep himself grounded to the man doing things to him he'd never felt before in his life. He'd never dreamed it could feel like that. What the hell was that, anyway? Dear gods, was that chakra? "Oh fuck, I'm… Kakashi, fuck, I'm going to…."
But Kakashi pulled back. "Not yet, you're not. I'm going to be inside you when you do." He wrapped his hand around the base of Shikamaru's cock, holding him back.
"Fuck, Kakashi, that's not fair." Shikamaru moaned quietly, trying to figure out if it was the denied orgasm or the promise of Kakashi’s cock in his ass that was making him crazier. But a moment later, he'd calmed down just enough to know he wasn't going to finish yet and decided it was the promise. He laid there, staring at the ceiling briefly as his breathing slowed just a bit.
The bed shifted then as Kakashi reach past him. "Roll over," Kakashi murmured in Shikamaru's ear and like before, Shikamaru had no thoughts to disobey. Kakashi pulled on Shikamaru’s hips and he arched his back, then the first slicked up finger pushed into him.
"Oh gods, that feels good." He moved his hips against it, surprised by just how good it did feel. Then it was gone and he actually had to fight the urge to whimper in protest. He had just the briefest moment to think and it surprised him how much he wanted to do all of this. He'd always kind of thought he'd be just as lazy in bed as he was anywhere else. Then again, maybe it wasn't him. Maybe Kakashi just didn't give him a chance to be.
Then Kakashi added the second finger and his thought processes stopped again and all he could do was feel. Especially when those fingers hit something inside of him. He realized Kakashi had hit his prostate and he really did go a little crazy then. "Oh fuck, that feels good," he said into the pillow.
He felt himself being stretched, felt the fingers spreading, then the third one going into him. Gods, he couldn't believe how that all felt. He wondered at Kakashi being so careful. He’d read that it wasn’t really necessary, but then as Kakashi pushed his fingers farther, it turned a little uncomfortable. There was a slight twinge of pain, then it eased and pleasure replaced it. He moved against the fingers, needing just that little bit more, but then they were gone altogether and this time he did whimper.
"I never thought I'd be telling you to have patience," Kakashi said with a chuckle.
Shikamaru was grateful for the pillow his face was buried in so he could hide the blush. "Yeah, well, if you weren't so damned slow, I wouldn't be like that." There, that was better, more like his normal bravado.
The answer to that was the feel of a cock against his anus for the first time in his life.
Oh fuck, he was big. Bigger than Shikamaru had ever expected. At least it felt that way. He'd been so focused on the things Kakashi had been doing to him that he hadn't had a chance to really look at Kakashi’s cock. He tried to force himself to relax against the size and the twinge of pain, but it was damned near impossible. "Push against it," Kakashi whispered in his ear.
What? Then he realized what Kakashi meant and worked his muscles to do just that. The head of Kakashi's cock slipped in then and a moment after that, he was buried completely. "Oh gods, that feels good," Shikamaru moaned.
Kakashi had stopped, his breathing erratic, trying, Shikamaru thought, to calm down some. He, was having his own trouble. He'd never quite expected it to feel so good and he had a feeling if Kakashi hit his prostate more than a few times, he'd lose it just like that.
Then Kakashi started moving, holding tightly to Shikamaru's hips, thrusting slowly, so slowly he almost found himself impatient. He was getting impatient. "Fuck, Kakashi, I thought I was the laziest ninja in the village."
"Am I going to slow for you?" Kakashi asked, chuckling.
"Yes. Fuck me, already. I'm not going to break," he said, bucking against Kakashi and that's when he started moving faster. He thrust into him harder, and Shikamaru had to grab onto the headboard to hold himself in place. "Fuck, yes, oh gods…" he moaned loudly, burying his face once more in the pillow to muffle his sounds.
Kakashi shifted just enough, changing the angle and Shikamaru nearly shouted as Kakashi started hitting the very spot he'd been hoping for. "Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer, Shika," Kakashi said in his ear. “You feel way too fucking good.” With that, he reached around and wrapped his hand around Shikamaru’s cock.
"Kakashi… oh gods, if… I… fuck!" he shouted, fighting hard against the orgasm that threatened. He didn't want it over with yet, wasn't ready for it to end. "Not yet…not… oh gods… I can't…" he babbled, but in the end it was too much. Kakashi stroked him a few more times, hit his prostate just so and he lost it, shouting Kakashi's name as he came hard, his balls tightening, his cock twitching in Kakashi's hand, cum shooting everywhere.
"Yes, Shika!" Kakashi's own shout followed as he pumped hard once more into Shikamaru. He shuddered and cock twitching as Kakashi’s cum filled him.
They slid slowly down onto the bed together, rolling so that Kakashi was still buried inside of him. They lay there for a few minutes, saying nothing, both too busy trying to catch their breath and find the ability to think and speak again. Kakashi's arm was wrapped around Shikamaru's waist, holding tight and Shikamaru found himself oddly comforted, not even realizing he needed it.
It hit him, then, that he'd just lost his virginity to none other than Kakashi. One time Hokage candidate, one of the most powerful ninja in the village—in the shinobi nations—the man of a thousand jutsus. I just can't do anything half way, can I? He chuckled.
"Something funny?"
Shikamaru shook his head. "Well, I guess I learned my lesson."
"Oh? You mean about not volunteering someone?" Kakashi asked, mildly.
Shikamaru laughed. "No."
"Then what lesson is that?" Kakashi asked, amusement in his tone.
"That if I want to get the sexiest man in the village in my bed, I really do have to be on my toes and plan it out carefully."
Kakashi laughed. "Well, then, I guess I've learned my lesson, too."
Shikamaru twisted around a little to look over his shoulder. "What lesson is that?"
"Never underestimate a master strategist." Kakashi said, nipping at Shikamaru’s ear.
"Hmm." Shikamaru said, not quite sure how to take it. It wasn’t helping that Kakashi was nibbling on him. How the hell was he supposed to think straight when the man was doing that? "And did you?" he finally asked.
"Nope. Because now that we're through this part, I can tell you that this is where I'd planned for us end up all along."
"Damn," Shikamaru said, and turned back around, closing his eyes.
"There's one more for you to learn," Kakashi said in his ear.
"What's that?"
"That's only the beginning of how good it can be. Come on, lazy man, we're getting a shower. Then the lessons begin in earnest."
"I knew this was going to be troublesome," Shikamaru said fighting the grin that wanted out. "But I guess this is one kind of trouble I won't mind so much."
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