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Sleepwalking Beauty	By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1390 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this fic are from the anime/manga Naruto and owned by Masashi Kishimoto. I do not own the characters or the Naruto universe. I am making no money from writing this.

Chapter List
- 1-Sleepwalking Beauty
- 1
Pairing: Shikamaru x Neji

Tags:Yaoi, Male x Male, Alternate Universe, Non-consensual, One-Shot, Anal Sex

Public Service Announcement: This was written for entertainment purposes. The author does not actually condone non-consensual sex with the unconscious.

~ Sleepwalking Beauty ~

It was happening again. This was the third time in one month alone and Shikamaru was starting to get worried.

The young man threw off his coverlets and sat up in bed at the fourth knock. He waited for the fifth knock, then the sixth before the room fell silent once again. He should go out there, if only to make sure no harm came to the other man, but he didn't want to. It wasn't because he couldn't be arsed, he was sincerely concerned for his roommate's well being; not to mention the countless glassware he'd broken, the valuable pounds of food he'd wasted and the overwhelming dread that he might end up getting himself injured or killed.

He would claim it wasn't because he was a coward. He would never admit aloud that the first few nights it happened he'd been terrified out of his mind, but he couldn't deny the eerie feeling that gripped the back of his neck and the queasiness in his stomach whenever he went out there. Being with him whenever he was like that made him feel even more uncomfortable than when he was awake. And that said volumes.

Shikamaru knew all about somnambulism, he'd gathered as much information as he could on the condition to prepare himself, and the apartment, for Neji's occasional walks. This knowledge also helped to erode his latent fears and, knowing that Neji was more a threat to himself than to anyone else around him (provided he never went night-driving, of course) gave the Nara the courage to confront him. There were also the documented cases where a sleepwalker committed acts of homicide. However, these were rare. Neji hated him, that much was true, but not enough to kill him in his sleep... He was sure of it; so much so that he preferred not to entertain the notion.

He remained in bed, listening for any auditory clues as to Neji's current location within their flat. He heard the faint sound of gushing water through his closed door and Shikamaru assumed he was taking a shower. That most likely meant he was preparing to go to work.

Crap!

The young man waged a difficult fight with his lethargy and forced himself out of bed, the responsibility of keeping Neji off the road at twelve-thirty in the morning, while unconscious, made him purpose-driven. Waking Neji while he was in the shower would be detrimental to his health for more than just the obvious reasons. The last time he broke Neji out of one of his trances the Hyuuga went ballistic on him. He couldn't blame him though. If he was brought out of a deep sleep by some jack-hat shaking him violently in a sub level garage when the last place he remembered being was in bed, then Shikamaru imagined he'd panic too. Neji was disoriented, confused and a little bit scared. It had taken a while for him to recognise his roommate and even longer to register his surroundings. He looked frantically lost, akin to an Alzheimer's sufferer. Then he got angry, accused Shikamaru of playing a cruel prank and stormed back upstairs to bed.

The fact that Neji never remembered his late-night to early-morning jaunts, or was even aware that he suffered the condition, was what made Shikamaru's job even harder. He didn't know how to tell the other man, not that the stubborn Hyuuga would believe him anyway, and waking him usually ended with Neji accusing him of being an asshole and treating him like some unevolved species on the lowest level of the food chain. Even more so than usual.

Shikamaru slowly pried open his bedroom door. The water had stopped but the bands of light that gleamed through the creases of the bathroom door let him know he was still in there. He acted quickly and dashed into the Hyuuga's bedroom, the only area in the apartment that was completely off-limits to him. Neji usually kept his car keys in the drawer next to his bed and, true to form, that was where he found them. He was just about to hurry back to his own room when the bedroom door slowly opened and Shikamaru almost stumbled in the darkness as he tried to find a place to hide. Neji flipped on the light and Nara's heart leapt into his throat. Thankfully, Hyuuga hadn't spotted him yet.

Under the bed would have been the ideal hiding place given the situation, but Neji had one of those damn modern beds with a block for a base. He could risk just walking right past him but he wasn't sure how the other man would react to that. In his trances, Neji did recognize him... somewhat. He would follow him throughout the apartment, stand right in front of him or stare at him with those blank, empty eyes. Sometimes he would actively seek his roommate out and knock on his bedroom door until he answered or he got tired of waiting. Usually it was the latter, but it always freaked him out to no end whenever that happened which was why Shikamaru preferred to just avoid him altogether.

Nara slowly backed towards the closet and, very carefully, slipped inside, thankful for the horizontal louvres that allowed him to peer out between the slats. He justified this act of voyeurism by telling himself he needed to keep an eye on the man and make sure he did nothing potentially fatal, but as Shikamaru's eyes roved over his flatmate's naked back, he knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. His guilt wasn't potent enough to make him look away, however, and the Nara got his fill as he admired the fabulously long hair clinging wetly to broad shoulders and a defined back which stopped just before a perfectly shaped ass attached to long, shapely legs.

Shikamaru swallowed hard when the other man leaned over to dry his feet and he clamped his eyes shut to block out the erotic image while willing away the warm stirrings in the pit of his stomach.

Shikamaru had always found Neji Hyuuga intimidating. He was self-confident, goal-oriented and knew exactly what he wanted and went for it. He, on the other hand, slouched, frittered his time away and had no long-term goals in mind to speak of. It probably explained why Neji resented him so much because he purposely squandered his talents and skills on fruitless endeavours like beta-testing when he was capable of so much more.

The Hyuuga was also taller and towered a good five inches above him. His chest and shoulders were significantly broader too and, although Neji exercised constantly, he maintained a lean physique so he didn't appear bulky. Neji Hyuuga was also beautiful, enchantingly so, and, while Shikamaru prided himself on being able to admire the physical beauty of members of the same sex without jeopardizing his self-proclaimed heterosexuality, he couldn't shake the titillating effect that this man in particular had over him. He wanted to say it was because he admired the Hyuuga as a person, but he knew there was more to it than that.

Once dry, Neji let the towel drop to his ankles and Shikamaru found himself praying that he would turn around, if only for a brief second. Luck frowned upon his lewd request and Neji opened the uppermost drawer of his bureau and slipped on a pair of boxers before splashing himself with cologne and rubbing moisturizer on his hairless arms and legs. He turned then and, much to the peeping Tom's dismay, slowly made his way towards the closet. Shikamaru's breath became still and he pressed his back against the wall as if he could somehow pass right through it. The closet door opened and when Neji reached in to grab a starchly pressed shirt, Shikamaru feared he would be able to hear the panicked hammering of his heartbeat.

They were so close now that all Neji had to do was look a little to his left and he would find the other man huddled in the corner. They were so close now that Shikamaru caught a whiff of the clean, glycerine scent that remained from his shower; smelled the cologne's crisp aroma of jasmine with vague hints of sandalwood and inhaled deeply of the creamy aloe and cocoa butter of the moisturizer that coated his skin. The mix of fragrances created a heady cocktail and it was all Shikamaru could do to stop himself from burying his nose in the other man's neck.

Neji closed the door, bringing an end to the torturous experience and only when he was certain Neji was out of earshot did he take a relieved breath. Hyuuga dressed, for some reason opting to slip into a pair of polka-dot pajama pants and, with his brilliantly white business shirt tucked into the hem he looked just as cute as he was mismatched and Shikamaru assumed his subconscious was debating whether he should dress for work or for bed. He stepped into his bedroom slippers and the Nara deduced it was the latter, but when he searched his bedside table for his car keys he surmised his NREM staged brain was trying to do two things at once.

Of course he didn't locate what he was looking for and Neji straightened then slowly looked around the room. His brows furrowed and he appeared flustered and the astute Nara believed that, by taking his keys, he'd disrupted his routine. It was for his own good though so he didn't feel too badly about it, he just hated seeing the usually purpose-minded entrepreneur hopelessly lost .

Ever the industrious, Neji intuitively formulated another activity and he left the room after shutting off the light. Shikamaru did not immediately come out of his hiding place, he gave the other man the chance to re-enter the bedroom, just-in-case, before heading back to his own. However, his burning curiosity made him pause outside of his door and Shikamaru padded quietly down the hallway then peered around the corner to see what the somnambulist was up to.

He spotted Neji in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove, and Shikamaru was always grateful that they owned an electric. Still, the chances of him starting an accidental fire were considerable and he wanted to make sure his roommate didn't consume anything that had spoiled. He had meant to toss out the bad milk and rotten produce but he never got around to it, and Neji had been on one of his sleepwalks last week so he didn't expect him to have another so soon.

The causations of these phenomenon were still debated among psychologists and, while they did have their theories, there was still uncertainty over whether the sleeping disorder was triggered by traumatic, drug-related or other reasons. As far as the Nara was aware, Neji wasn't under any stress. Sure, his job was demanding, but the Hyuuga loved it and, despite the long hours he invested into his law firm, his sleeping patterns were relatively normal. Neji Hyuuga was a creature of habit; he went to work at the same time, ate on a fixed schedule and went to bed at ten-thirty every night. Of the four years they had been living together he had never deviated from that path, so much so that Shikamaru knew where Neji was at all times and could predict the older man's every move.

It was six months ago when this all started and Shikamaru couldn't piece together any clues that would explain why this was happening. Neji scarcely drank and only indulged in a shot of liqueur or two when networking with his business partners, and the only drugs he took were the occasional painkillers and his daily doses of multi-vitamins.

This was obviously not a pre-existing condition from his childhood as he imagined Neji would have already known about it. No, this was recent and caused by some mysterious reason .

He couldn't see what Neji was attempting to prepare from this angle so Shikamaru dared to get closer. There was a box of eggs and a container of butter on the counter and he appeared to be boiling a pot of something that he couldn't quite make out. He stepped noiselessly into the kitchen area and tried to peer around Neji's wider shoulders and noticed that he had one of the burners turned high but nothing on it. Shikamaru frowned as he looked at the glowing, red coil and felt the intensity of the heat from six feet away. If Neji came into contact with the electric coil then it was sure to snap him out of it, but Shikamaru couldn't just stand there and let him get seriously burned so he steeled his resolve, went up to the stove and shut it off.

The dull click of the dial caught Neji's attention and he turned to look at the shorter man just an arm's length away from him. Shikamaru held his eerie gaze even as cold shivers crept along his spine and a heavy weight sank his stomach into the soles of his feet. The Hyuuga stepped closer and Shikamaru instinctively stepped back until his shoulder blades came into contact with a wall. Neji continued to approach him until their chests were barely touching and Shikamaru had to crane his head back to maintain eye-contact. He was literally smothered by the older man's presence and the cause for his sudden lack of air he blamed on the imposition of his personal space and not because Neji's lips were now a scant few inches away from his.

The smaller man managed to squirm out of his predicament and hurried into the adjacent front-house where Neji immediately shuffled after him. He often likened the sleep-walker's awkward shambling to that of one of the original Romero undead. In fact, he had briefly believed Neji had become a member of the living dead the first time he observed his stumbling gait. He could laugh at himself now at the humorous misconception but Shikamaru couldn't remember a moment in his life when he'd been more afraid, especially for someone whose most anticipated 'end-of-days' scenario was the zombie apocalypse.

Barricading himself in his room would have be a vain effort because Neji was sure to follow him there, and he really didn't want him knocking on his bedroom door for an entire hour. Shikamaru took a cautious seat on one of the far ends of the sofa and wasn't at all surprised when the other man joined him. Only, instead of politely granting him four inches of personal space, Neji sidled closer until their arms and legs were practically fused.

Crushed between the sofa's armrest and the body of a six-foot-one male Shikamaru squirmed, hoping to create even a sliver of breathable air between them. "I don't suppose you'd mind scooting over a bit?" the Nara groused when he didn't take the hint by his restless movements.

Neji turned to face him at the sound of his voice, his sleepy visage giving the impression he would pass out at any second, yet the vague ocular awareness of his pale, lavender eyes belied his unconscious state. He could never understand why the other man stared so deliberately like this when he could barely stand to look at him otherwise.

He would expect Neji would try to avoid him during his sleepwalks. He certainly made a conscientious effort to do so while awake. It was baffling how his trying flatmate was always coddling up to him like a hopeless fanatic and the way he odled him without the usual contempt was jarring, akin to a dilettante contemplating the Mona Lisa or Michelangelo's 'David'.

Shikamaru broke the intense gaze. This was starting to get awkward and he sought to dispel the discomfort by turning on the television, effectively drawing Neji's attention. Much to the Nara's chagrin, the late night movie du jour was none other than the 2008 remake of the original 'Day of the Dead'.

The young man chuckled wryly. "You'll let me know if you develop a sudden craving for brains, won't you?" but the unnerved wavering in his voice betrayed his levity. Just to be on the safe side he changed the channel.

"Yes, thanks. I'm starving."

Nara paused mid-surf with his breath trapped in his chest. He turned his head suspensefully but was relieved to see that the man next to him was still preoccupied with the images on the screen, and not the least bit interested in the smaller, weaker and easily overpowered person right next to him.

"I'd like a glass of water while I look over the menu."

If it weren't for the obstacle digging into his hip, Shikamaru would have safely inched away from the man next to him. Yet, he found the fact that Neji was interacting with his dream in the physical plane to be quite fascinating. Although his hands remained in his lap and his line of sight was focused straight ahead, his mind perceived him to be in a restaurant of some sort. Shikamaru became more engaged in the somniloquy than the drama that was unfolding on the TV and, as the one-sided conversation progressed he gathered, from little clues, that he was taking a plane ride. It wasn't surprising, seeing as how Neji loved to fly.

"Why don't you bring your own headsets?" the frugal Nara asked curiously after he'd paid the stewardess for a pair. "You don't seriously buy them each time just because you can afford it?"

"I paid for business class. Why am I in coach?"

Shikamaru experienced great difficulty stifling his laughter. "Neji I have a hard time believing you'd fly coach even in your dreams."

"My seat won't even recline."

"Yeah, good luck with that," he scoffed. "But if you actually manage to do it, I'll eat the damn couch."

"I don't like your tone," Neji murmured, his own emotionless and flat despite his apparent annoyance. "Let me speak to your manager."

The young man almost choked in his attempt to swallow a large guffaw. He was being so bad, messing with Neji's mind like this but, after all the bullshit Hyuuga put him through on a daily basis then he would consider this a guilty pleasure. "The manager, Neji? Don't you mean the pilot?"

There was a long pause before: "I didn't order this."

Shikamaru understood not to expect coherency or continuity from a sleeptalker. In most cases they were unable to make sense of anything said to them and responded only to the scenarios in their dreams. In Neji's case, his brain recognized the sound of Shikamaru's voice even though it couldn't clearly make out the words. He knew someone was saying something, he just couldn't understand what, and his entranced brain sought to decode the garbled information based on whatever was occurring in his unconsciousness.

Yet, knowing this, Shikamaru continued to mindfuck his roommate.

"Hold on a sec, Neji," and he turned down the volume with the remote to eliminate competition from the actors on the television. "Are you in a restaurant now or still on the plane... or is this a flying restaurant?" In the realm of dreams, anything was possible and it wasn't absurd to amalgamate people, places or common everyday items. Shikamaru remembered vividly the night he dreamt his childhood home was a room on his college campus and his mother taught every, single one of his classes.

Upon retrospect, that wasn't a dream... it was a nightmare.

Neji placed a comforting hand on Shikamaru's knee, the warmth of his skin stirring tumultuous emotions within his chest. What he said next, however, completely blindsided the intellectual Nara and his jaw fell right into his lap. "How much longer before we land? I'm pregnant and may go into labour soon."

It was difficult to identify which situation he should react to first: The possessive hand on his bare knee or the imaginary baby in his roommate's stomach. Both enigmas stemmed from a similar source and raised so many questions he ached to ask, knowing full well he was unable to receive any answer besides 'it's just a dream'.

Still, the weight of that hand alone made this seem all the more real and provided a tangible link to Neji's inner fantasy.

Shikamaru cleared his throat and, for the first time in his twenty-one years on earth, the pedantic scholar was at a loss for something clever to say. Too bad Neji missed it. "Erm, I don't... how exactly did you... was this some kind of mad-doctor experiment or an immaculate conception?"

"I shouldn't have any wine in my condition."

"You shouldn't even be in this condition to begin with."

"What's your special for today?"

"Flying restaurants and pregnant men. Hands down, Neji you have the most bizzare dreams I've ever encountered." He was being ridiculous and, under normal circumstances, Neji would have agreed, but this was the only interesting (not to mention civil) moment of exchange they'd shared during the many years within each other's company and Shikamaru figured he should get the most out of it while he could.

"No. Spicy foods make him restless."

Shikamaru arched a wry brow. "Who? The baby? By the way, you wouldn't happen to have breasts in your dream would you? I'm not trying to be a pervert or anything, I'm just sincerely curious."

"I'll have the honey braised salmon with wild rice."

"Don't you always," he muttered with an unimpressed sigh.

"My husband will have the Kraft macaroni and cheese dinner."

This time the smarmy Nara lacked a comeback, too shocked beyond words to formulate one. Macaroni and cheese was his favourite comfort food.

No... that had to be a fluke or a chance coincidence, but he was lax to dismiss the hand that was touching him with such familiarity. Some religions believed that dreams were the manifestations of a person's innermost longings; that didn't automatically mean that Neji wanted to have his man-babies, did it? Besides, he was a man of science... but even the most convoluted theorem couldn't explain this.

His little prank had obviously back-fired and, in trying to mess with Neji's mind, he ended up gobsmacking his own. The trick was to not dwell on it, and enjoy it as the humorous game at the Hyuuga's expense it was originally supposed to be. This way he would avoid setting himself up for humiliation, rejection and heart-ache.

Suddenly, Shikamaru didn't feel like playing anymore, finding it difficult to speak around a thick lump in his throat. With no further outside influence, Neji continued his dream in relative silence.

"You don't... really hate me... do you?" he said after an extended period of time had passed.

For the next five minutes he waited for a response, but there was none, and Shikamaru assumed that he'd fallen into a deeper sleep. "I don't hate you, Neji," the Nara sighed in confession. "I admire you... alot. I don't know if you ever notice through the veil of hatred you put up between us. I'm not sure what I did... I don't remember when it first started. I thought we could be good friends when we first started out. I know I never put in the extra effort," his head dropped and he shook it regrettably. "I just always assumed everything would be alright between us. I guess I took your friendship for granted, but you never struck me as the kind of person that needed to be social. I'm sorry I turned you down all those times... I guess I was just being lazy. I didn't think... I didn't think you'd take it so personally."

Shikamaru lifted his head and turned to face him, his gaze still empty and unfocused on the television screen, his breath even and slow. "If you can hear me... God, I hope you can. I'm such a coward and I would never have the balls to apologize to you in person. Well, I just want to let you know how sorry I am... and I'm sorry I took this long... and I'm sorry I couldn't tell you face to face."

The smaller man lifted one hand and brushed away the curtain of hair that obscured the side of his face. "It's just so much easier to talk to you like this."

Neji reacted to the touch on his ear and turned his head to rest glazed eyes on the person next to him and air became a scarce commodity for Shikamaru's lungs.

"Shikamaru?"

The Nara scowled. "Che." If Neji chose this second to gain consciousness then it was going to be a huge bother for him. He really didn't want to have to deal with the fallout when demanded to explain why they were practically sitting on top of each other, in the dark, at such an ungodly hour. Fortunately, it didn't appear he would have to face a confrontation; unfortunately, Neji lay the bulk of his weight on Shikamaru's weaker frame and assaulted his mouth with his lips.

The younger boy froze, unable to move even if he wanted to, with the other man's weight pressed firmly against him. Not that he wanted to get away, mind you. Neji was an amazing kisser for someone who was still asleep and his mouth claimed its property with such practiced skill as if he'd done this a hundred times before. Shikamaru pressed his palms against his broad shoulders but made no attempt to push him off. He didn't possess the upper body strength to accomplish such a feat so he didn't even bother wasting his energy. Instead he felt the warmth of the other man's skin through the satiny texture of his shirt and marvelled at the hard sinew and bone beneath the soft fabric.

Neji breached his mouth with an aggressive tongue and moaned at the cloying sweetness of his dream lover's inner mouth, effectively shoving a ragged gasp back down his throat. The smaller body squirmed beneath his unbidden advances and Neji growled in frustration, grabbing his bony waist and yanking him onto his back.

Shikamaru grunted when the back of his head knocked against the cushioned arm rest and he looked down, with blurred vision, to see his roommate stretching out his legs along the sofa before tearing his boxers from his body.

Shikamaru frowned and made a ruminant sound by clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. This was what he was afraid of. To be precise, he was more afraid of Neji slitting his throat while he slept or eating him alive. The thought that he would attempt to have sex with him never once entered his mind. Still, he was caught in a situation where the much stronger man was forcing his way and Shikamaru was too weak to fend him off.

He couldn't risk waking him now. Not in a situation like this, and he imagined the other man wouldn't appreciate being slapped in the face with his exposed cock.

Neji whispered endearing encouragement but his voice was too low for Shikamaru to make it out. He slipped his hands beneath his T-shirt and Shikamaru did make an attempt to stop him then, but Neji grabbed him by the wrists and restrained them at either side of his head. The younger boy winced at his crushing grip and Neji's conscience became fleetingly aware of the discomfort he caused.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. I won't hurt you." he consoled with a reassuring tone and he dipped his head to nibble gently at his neck. Still, he did not release his captive just yet.

"The death grip you have on my wrists says otherwise."

Neji left a searing path from his clavicle to his ear and he teased the fleshy lobe with a playful flick of his tongue. "You taste so good."

Latent phobia turned Shikamaru's blood cold and he wriggled to seek his escape when sharp teeth dug into his ear lobe. "You don't want to eat me. Trust me."

Neji easily trapped both his wrists in one large hand before bringing the other to the hem of his shirt to lift it, oh, so slowly along his torso, up to his armpits. "... So sexy."

"Just last week you said tha-," his body tensed at the tickling sensation of Neji's light fingertips against his flat stomach. "-You said that I'd put on weight."

A feral groan bubbled in the Hyuuga's chest, causing Shikamaru to shake with an irrational fear. He was quickly divested of the last article of clothing and greedy lips left ardent kisses on his abdomen.

"You sa-id, I was... I was getting pudgy."

His tongue dipped into the pool of his navel and slurped lasciviously. Shikamaru's body shook to its very core.

"That I was fat and... unattractive."

He moved lower, gravitating towards the part of him that was responding with wanton desire despite his will to keep it indolent. A husky gasp escaped on a shuddering breath when a warm mouth kissed his pubic bone and Shikamaru threaded shaky fingers through the mass of silky hair that had always fascinated him. "Ngh... You said- you weren't surprised that I- Ahh... I didn't have a girlfriend, and tha- Oh God!"

Neji wasted no more time taking his semi-hard erection into his mouth and brought it to full rigidity.

Shikamaru keened through tightly clenched teeth, taking strangled pants of air in through his nose. This was a new experience for recently celibate Nara, who had struggled with difficult relationships in the past. Neji engulfed him wholly and completely, the size that he had often been ridiculed for making it easier for him to take it deeper into his mouth. His lithe body thrashed restlessly and Neji's careful, erogenous treatment, left him craving more.

Then it was over, and the sudden loss made him sob with despair. But Neji didn't leave him long enough to get cold and slipped out of his own clothing, gracing the awe-struck Nara with his magnificent nudity.

The glossy, black tendrils of his hair reflected the faint moonlight from the living-room window and draped freely over his sculpted chest and shoulders. He yearned to touch them, to feel them against his fingers, or brushing against his inner thighs like they were a few moments ago. Dark eyes dropped to the piece of flesh that stood proudly at his groin and a sharp jolt of uncertainty and inadequacy afflicted his arousal.

Neji was so much bigger than he was... he was more of a man, in all aspects, than Shikamaru could ever hope to be. His girth and length throbbed as if with its own pulse and he now understood what his previous girlfriends meant when they said he could never satisfy them the way a real man could.

Neji crawled over him and Shikamaru spread his legs submissively, his body drawn taut in preparation for what was coming next. Drops of precum leaked from Hyuuga's swollen member onto his stomach and the smaller man shivered, fighting the urge to look down, like receiving an injection, he didn't think he could bare to look.

A smooth hand, unaccustomed to menial labour, stroked his flushed cheek while a long thumb caressed his lower lip. He whispered something romantic and trite but Shikamaru barely heard it over the rush of blood in his ears. Nara swallowed, and shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to say something but his tongue felt plump and heavy, drowning in a pool of saliva that had amassed in his mouth. He swallowed again.

Neji reached between them and Shikamaru tensed when he took his cock in one hand. It was difficult to see past the curtain of his hair as he positioned himself over him but he was beginning to think that Neji didn't intend to mate with him the way he expected and he confirmed this by slowly impaling himself of Nara's shaft.

Shikamaru threw his head back, banging it against the armrest and grunting through tightly clenched teeth. He heard a low moan come from the other man and struggled to hold himself still. He couldn't tell how deep Neji remained in his sleep, although he had to be pretty out of it if he was riding his cock so wantonly, but he couldn't risk making any jarring motions or sounds that might wake him.

It was damn near impossible though.

He was so hot and he thought he would die from the intense pressure clamped so tightly around him. His hands went to his hair, his back, his hips and his thighs; needing something to hold onto yet yearning to touch him everywhere.

Neji sat up on a loud yell, bouncing frenetically in his dazed pleasure and Shikamaru couldn't stop himself from rocking his hips to meet his frenzied tempo. He was thrusting too hard, moving too fast, but Neji seemed to want it and, more importantly, seemed to remain asleep.

What he was doing was wrong. He was betraying the already fragile trust that persevered between them. Neji wouldn't know, he had no intention of telling him, but he would. How long would his guilt allow him to keep this secret? Could he carry this to his grave or would he be unable to get an honest night's rest? He had no idea how this would affect their relationship. Would these trysts continue? Would he purposely take advantage of his roommate the next time it did? What if he never went 'walking' another day in his life? Would he be okay if he could just forget this night and pretend that it never happened.

Neji called his name on a sultry moan and took one of his hands to bring it to his lips and suckle lewdly on his fingers.

Nara's spine turned to mush and he knew, in that instant, that his libido would starve should he have to go on without this. He took Neji's stiff member in his free hand, amazed that he was holding another man like this and that it actually felt bigger than it looked. He stroked him, slowly at first, becoming accustomed to the slight curve, the bulging, light-blue veins and the pointy curvature of its shiny head. He was slick with precum and copiously produced more with each drag of the closed fist around it. Neji pulled the fingers from his mouth and tossed his head back on a melodious ululation and Shikamaru watched in wide-eyed awe as a glittering arc of semen shot into the air and onto his chest. He couldn't stop to admire it for very long because the orgasmic fluttering of Neji's sphincter was enough to bring him to his peak and, summoning a strength he didn't know he possessed, he pulled the heavier man off him just in time to aim his seed away from their bodies.

Shikamaru's toes curled as his body convulsed with the power of the greatest orgasm he'd ever had in his life. His breathing was as ragged and shallow Neji's own and he thought he'd never get his lungs back into their regular pattern. The athletic Hyuuga recovered first and dressed slowly, his countenance flat and inexpressive as it was before. He didn't acknowledge the other man or even spare him a cursory glance as he hobbled towards his own room.

Shikamaru, on the other hand, was far too drained to even blink and, quite honestly, he wanted to bask in his euphoria a few minutes longer before heading to bed.

***

A loud, angry clang jolted the young man out of a dead sleep and he pried open his eyes then winced when the brilliant rays of the mid-morning sun burned his retina. It took a good chunk of his brain power to get his motor skills working enough to raise a hand to shield his face from the blinding light, but when his fingers brushed against the naked skin at his hips, all traces of sleep vanished in a flash just as quickly as the night's events came back to him.

There was another loud slam, well, as loud as one could slam a refrigerator door, and Shikamaru's body froze in place when all logic told him to get the fuck up and run.

"Well, look who's finally awake."

The voice was cold and angry a stark contrast to the sultry undertones of the one that seduced him last night..

"Do me a favour and sleep out in the hall the next time you come home pissing drunk. I don't want to have to clean up after you. I'm not your damned mother."

'No, but you sure nag like her.' He caught himself in time before he made his thoughts into words.

Neji stepped out of the kitchen and into the living-room, Shikamaru would have been embarrassed about his nakedness but Neji had already seen him in his current state so he didn't even bother.

"God, you're a piece of work, you know that?" he scoffed nastily and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched his lazy roommate stagger groggily to his feet. "Don't you have even an ounce of self-respect?" Shikamaru looked around for his clothing, doing his best to ignore the venomous ranting but the more he tried to block it out the more it provoked Neji.

"Self-respect... yeah, look who the fuck I'm talking to. You don't even have a real job! You just sit your fat-ass on that computer all day playing video games."

He stepped into his boxers with first one foot, then the other.

"For the last time, Nara: Keep your filth confined to your little troll den. I swear to Christ if I see your jizz on any more of the furniture I'm having you neutered." Neji pushed himself off the wall and smoothed out the wrinkled shoulder on his expensive business suit. "Now I have to get the damned couch reupholstered."

Shikamaru pulled on his T-shirt and he dropped his hands heavily at his sides with a discouraged sigh. "Hey, Neji?"

"What?" the older man snapped over his shoulder as he grabbed his briefcase and keys and headed for the door.

If the Hyuuga's pissy attitude wasn't enough to shatter his resolve, the way he almost took his head off just now nearly did; but Shikamaru steeled himself, took a deep breath and forced himself to meet his flatmate's furious glare.

"Uhm... I was wondering if... you're not busy tonight..." and he wasn't. He knew his schedule. "If you wanted to go with me and catch a movie... or something."

Neji's vicious expression changed as quickly as the flipping of a switch. He was caught off-guard, ambushed by the request, and Shikamaru felt relieved that he didn't immediately spurn his offer. A long silence stretched between them while Neji calculated an answer, only after first discerning whether he was being sincere or spurious.

"I... I guess," he harrumphed, and lifted his nose haughtily. "If it will get you out of the house."

Another awkward silence and both men experienced trouble looking at the other, shying away their gaze when the caught the other looking. "Uhm," Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his suddenly scratchy throat. "Is eight o' clock okay?"

"I don't know... I'll have to check my schedule," he lied.

"I hope not. There's this really nice seafood restaurant downtown... they make really good salmon."

Neji nodded, his eyes trained to the floor. "I'll be the judge of that."

Another stretch of silence followed more deafening than the last and, when Shikamaru finally spoke up, his voice sounded so loud to his ears he thought he would damage his ear drums. "You should go. I don't want you to be late for work because of me, and I'm sorry about the mess. I'll clean it up."

"N- No, it's okay," Neji assured him, his tone more apologetic than Shikamaru's. He turned to leave, his hand gripped so tightly around the doorknob as if he didn't want to let it go. "So... then, I'll... see you tonight at eight?"

Nara nodded eagerly. "Yep. I'm looking forward to it."

Neji opened his mouth to say something but the words became lodged behind a choked gasp, all he could do was offer a tentative smile and a light bob of the head before closing the door on his exit.

His mind was awash with a mixture of confusion and elation. He wasn't sure what had just transpired that had him wanting to rip the Nara limb from limb one minute and wanting to run into his arms the next.

All he knew was that he had a date with Shikamaru Nara and it was like a dream come true.

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