Constructive Possession

A/N: Made it to the double digits! Woohoo!

Kitling, I want to thank you for your review. I agree that Hiashi, Asuma, and Tenten are underrated and underused in fanfiction and their addition to this fic is my small tribute to their greatness, as they are genuinely some of my favorite characters! Also, not only is more Hiashi coming, but all will be revealed in due time. Please stay with me!

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Many thanks to all my reviewers. You are the best!

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Warning: unbeta’d; language; angst; yaoi; yuri

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Kiba stood in his pristine living room. He wasn’t alone. In front of him was one Neji Hyuuga, and he was slowly unbuttoning the buttons on Kiba’s shirt. Neither man uttered a sound. Kiba merely stared into those pastel pools that captivated him, and Neji smirked.

Neji had barely completed unbuttoning the button on Kiba’s cuff when the Inuzuka felt the shirt being pulled off his torso by someone behind him. He turned, slowly, but in time to find Naruto Uzumaki tossing the shirt carelessly onto Kiba’s couch.

“Naruto?” Kiba whispered in surprise.

It was Naruto’s turn to smirk. He walked right up to Kiba, slid warm hands around him to rest on his ass and pressed warm lips to his.

Kiba’s eyes went wide a second before they fluttered closed. He fidgeted, unsure what to do with his hands. That was when he felt another body closing him between them, hair tickling his shoulder and warm lips between his shoulder blades.

Kiba shuddered. His cock was hard; he could feel it pressed into Naruto’s body in front of him. Naruto’s talented tongue was wreaking havoc on Kiba’s brain—he could barely keep up with the Uzumaki’s enthusiastic efforts to seduce him. Kiba was quickly becoming addicted to Naruto’s taste, to Naruto’s scent, and the warmth—they were all so warm together. Kiba’s fingers found their way into golden spikes of hair and those lips on his back moved down, gently pressing themselves into his flesh each time. Kiba moaned into Naruto’s mouth as that warmth against his back shifted downward until hands snaked between his body and Naruto’s to unzip his pants.

Naruto broke the kiss, adjusted his stance to accommodate the hands at Kiba’s zipper and bent his head to lick at Kiba’s neck. Meanwhile those hands at Kiba’s zipper had sought and found their prize: Kiba’s hard cock, which was being pulled from beneath Kiba’s boxers and out through the zipper.

Kiba moaned aloud as warm lips kissed the small of his back. Then, the body that sandwiched him from behind—Neji’s body—was back, and the warmth enclosed him once again.

Kiba gulped.

Eager hands kneaded Kiba’s taut buttocks.

A strong hand slowly stroked the Inuzuka’s twitching cock.

Lips kissed his shoulder.

Kiba growled as that cocktail of body warmth combined with the sharp scent of male arousal put him under its influence.

And then…

And then Naruto was whispering sexy things into Kiba’s ear, calling him a pretty boy, telling him how good he smelled, panting heavily between licks to Kiba’s neck as he simultaneously groped his ass, and teeth nipped at the spot between his shoulder and neck on the other side while that hand on his cock was moving steadily, and Kiba was arching into that hand, into that warmth that was quickly bringing him to an orgasm he was certain would be the first in a series in rapid succession, because Kiba had lived his whole life, kissed and been kissed, touched and been touched countless times, and he’d never felt so ignited, so overwhelmed by his passion. These two men, two gods, were stroking him, kissing him, sexing him, and he hissed and moaned unabashedly and his eyes were rolling back and his body was on fire and he was out of his mind, and that heat and that smell was finishing him—

And then Kiba grunted something completely unintelligible as his back arched into his orgasm, the force of it pulling at his consciousness.

That’s when Kiba bolted upright, awake, alone, trembling, panting and sitting in a pair of boxers containing a fresh puddle of hot, sticky cum.

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Gods. Kiba was all at once conscious of his heart beating wildly in his chest. He looked around the darkened room and ran an impatient hand through hair that had been matted to his forehead by his own sweat.

Kiba realized he was in his bedroom, alone. The clock on the nightstand read 1:27 A.M.

Where was Shizune?

Ah.

That’s when Kiba remembered.

The medic had taken him into her arms and stroked his back while he sobbed into her shoulder. Afterward he’d taken another shower—the hot water was a blessing for muscles bunched after working with the steamer--and changed into his lounging clothes: a tee shirt and sweats bearing the Konoha Police Department’s name on each leg. Kiba didn’t want to be alone and Shizune didn’t want to leave him alone, so they climbed back onto the bed. Kiba curled into a near-fetal position while Shizune half-sit/half-lay behind him, stroking his back. The sound of a pager going off was the last thing the Inuzuka remembered as he drifted off to sleep.

And then there was that dream.

It was a heady dream full of overwhelming sexual and emotional responses. Kiba remembered every part of it. How could he not remember a dream where he was being utterly molested by two of Konoha’s finest? And he hadn’t resisted, no. Never at any point in the dream did Kiba remember telling them no or pushing them away. Kiba realized he only half-expected a scream to start someplace inside of him and come roaring out of his mouth in reaction, a scream that never actually came. He suspected that confessing to Shizune had evolved him. He wasn’t even the same person he had been this time the night before.

So what did this new person want to do?

He wanted—needed--to talk more about his evolution. There were at least two people on the planet Kiba felt he could talk to who would listen and not judge him. Three if his shift commander could be counted, although Kiba was reasonably sure he was never going to initiate a conversation about his sexual identity with Captain Hatake unless it was under substantial duress. Kiba had called Yakushi weird, but the guy didn’t have anything on their shift commander.

Yakushi. Weirdness notwithstanding, he really had been trying to help Kiba. It was only then that Kiba realized it. That’s what Captain Hatake had been trying to tell him the day before, but Kiba was too upset to understand.

Could he talk to Yakushi now? Kiba couldn’t when he worried that the Yakushi might be harboring feelings for him. In all fairness, the point wasn’t entirely moot, even now. Even if some portion of his mind was willing to admit that Hyuuga and Uzumaki were part of his dream because he did find them attractive, the same didn’t hold true in Yakushi’s case. And for all of Yakushi’s kindness toward Kiba, he still felt he had reason to question his motives.

Still and all, Yakushi had helped him when no one else would. He didn’t judge Kiba even as Kiba was busy judging Hyuuga (and being a colossal asshole about it). He had taken a risk in his attempt to promote himself to Kiba as a trustworthy confidante, and Kiba had thrown his attempt right back in his face.

Yes, Kiba had been a jerk. No news there. But even at his worst, people stepped up to offer their help. It was more than Kiba deserved, right now.

Kiba made a mental note to call Shizune the next day to thank her for her kindness. He would also call Yakushi at work on Monday. If nothing else, he decided, he owed the man an apology.

Kiba got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. The cum in his pants had cooled into a crusty, unpleasant mess.

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The sound of a foghorn blaring sent Shikamaru bolting upright in bed. He sat there with squinting eyes until it sounded once again, sending Neji upright next to him, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What the fuck?” a still-sleepy Shikamaru had to ask.

“It’s Sunday, Shikamaru”, Neji responded in a sleepy voice. “The boat owners will be out en masse today.”

Shikamaru checked the clock on the bedside table. It was after 8AM, a reasonable time to be out of bed, except that it was Sunday, not to mention Shikamaru was still recovering from all the manic sex he’d gotten during their stay so far. It didn’t sound like he was going to get the sleep he wanted.

As if to hit the point home, a foghorn blared once again.

Shikamaru quirked a brow. “I think someone wants our attention.”

A very naked Neji threw back the covers and slid out of bed. His naked lover made to get out of bed behind him, but was momentarily stalled by the sight of Neji’s backside as he bent over to pick up his pants.

Shikamaru sighed. He could feel his body responding to the sight of Neji’s sexy physique. We’re two of a kind, the Nara thought to himself as he watched Neji dress.

Shikamaru hastily donned his own pants and followed Neji topside.

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The two men were met with the sight of several watercraft crowding the water around theirs as they walked on deck. One near in size to the one they were on was anchored as close to theirs as legally possible. The men deduced the foghorn had come from that yacht.

Suddenly, as if that yacht were giving birth, women began emerging from inside.

Scantily-clad women.

The women were waving. They didn’t appear to be in distress. Both men stood silently, not waving back, and calculating how long it would take either one of them to get back to their guns if necessary.

From out of nowhere, a blonde woman in a pink bikini (egad—pink?!) produced a bullhorn and raised it to her mouth.

“Hey guys!” the woman began. “Do you want to have some fun, ‘cause we want to have some fun! WOOHOO!”

The woman cheered, and her companions chimed in, bouncing about in their skimpy bikinis, dresses and wedge heeled shoes. Every one of them looked like a model for a Hooters calendar.

Neji sighed, cursing his uncle and the frivolous name he’d given his yacht. Neji wondered if the women hadn’t been expecting his uncle to emerge when they sounded their horn.

Shikamaru shook his head. Two months ago this would have been a sight for his sore eyes. There were seven top-heavy mouseketeers on that yacht—a redhead, two brunettes, a raven and three blondes--all offering to ‘play’ with the duo. Shikamaru thought back to the bawdiest kegger he’d ever attended (which happened to be his academy graduation party) and knew it wouldn’t come close to what he suspected was being offered to them at that moment.

Unfortunately, the young ladies were a day late and a dollar short.

Neji didn’t look, but he could feel his lover shaking his head. That’s when the raven hair grabbed the bullhorn and asked, “are you SURE you won’t come over?” and the redhead grabbed one of the blondes and began to kiss her, teasingly at first, and then the kiss grew deeper.

Ordinary men would have jumped at this opportunity. Ordinary men would have cross-decked to that yacht and had hands full of tits and ass already, gangplank or no. But not Neji and Shikamaru. Each man stood in silence, wondering if the women were not in fact sirens bent on luring the two men to certain death.

The women who weren’t kissing each other were watching Neji and Shikamaru for their response.

So without further ado Neji shrugged, grabbed Shikamaru around his waist and pressed his lips to his. He kissed his lover lightly at first to give him a moment to adjust, and then deepened the kiss.

Shikamaru didn’t realize it, but he had been waiting for that kiss. He responded with enthusiasm. Even in the morning before brushing his teeth, Neji tasted good to him.

Both men were absently cognizant of the sounds of whistles and catcalls through a bullhorn. The women weren’t offended—they were enjoying the show!

It was Neji who broke the kiss. He stared into his lover’s eyes, smiling. He should have been more skittish about kissing his lover in public but their time on the yacht had done something to him. Now more than ever he wanted to show the world that Shikamaru belonged to him.

Both men were hard and all Shikamaru wanted to do was go back inside.

“All right!” bellowed a different voice courtesy of the bullhorn. “You can do that, but can you do this?”

Both men looked back to the other yacht. The raven hair who had spoken earlier stood, sans bullhorn, as the two brunettes began to undress her, untying her bikini top and hooking thumbs into the scrap of a bikini bottom to pull it down her lean thighs.

Just when I think life with Neji can’t get any more bizarre, Shikamaru thought to himself. The officers had chosen to remain on their vessel, but the game had gone on regardless. A very lusty game, full of sexy young bodies doing sexy things.

Shikamaru’s cock was rock-hard and twitching. He trained his eyes on his lover, who was now looking back at him. Shikamaru shifted ever so slightly against Neji, rubbing his clothed erection against the other’s, only to receive a similar reaction from him. Shikamaru blinked slowly. It was time to go back inside.

Without looking back, both men turned and headed back inside the yacht. The sound of a foghorn from another vessel could be heard behind them.

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When they reached the bottom step, Neji stopped.

“Shikamaru, why don’t you go and get a shower. I’ll be there shortly.”

Shikamaru didn’t like the sound of that. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to raise anchor and take us back to the marina.” Neji bent his head and gave Shikamaru a quick kiss on the lips. “Go.”

Shikamaru turned and went back toward the cabin. He could see the logic in going back, and even in doing it at that moment. Still, he’d hoped to be able to watch Neji as he navigated the yacht. He’d missed it the first time because he’d been sleeping.

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Neji worked efficiently. If he did it right, they could be docked at the pier within the half-hour. He needed to get out of this crowd, away from the bustle and he wanted to get naked with Shikamaru. Neji had seen something in his lover’s eyes that beckoned to him, and his mind and body were eager to respond.

They hadn’t made love the night before. Instead they kissed, tender gentle kisses that left each man swooning. Then they made leisurely work of taking everything back inside the yacht and securing it for the evening. They showered together, and later lay down together, content to hold each other as they drifted into slumber. To be fair, hearing Shikamaru’s powerful words of affection had reduced Neji to a quivering mass of goop. Sleep was all he’d been capable of.

But not today. This was the last day of a glorious weekend. Three days on his uncle’s yacht, completely engrossed in each other, laughing, confessing, and loving each other. It had been perfect.

Shikamaru was about to be fucked into something. Right now Neji wasn’t sure if it was the wall, the floor, the table, the mattress, or some combination thereof—and he didn’t care.

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Shikamaru stood, drenched beneath the spray in the shower. He thought of the young women on the neighboring yacht. Yes, they were pretty. Hell, they were gorgeous. But even the prospect of an all-female moresome had done nothing for the man. In the end, all he wanted was for Neji to touch him. Was it because he was in love with Neji? Or was it because he was gay? Could Shikamaru even consider himself bisexual?

And why did it matter? He had a beautiful man in his life, a good man whom, although he had yet to admit it, loved Shikamaru fiercely. A wise man. A sexy man. Shikamaru took a deep breath. There was so much about Neji that he loved. Neji's quiet strength. Neji's perfect face. The way Neji nurtured and cherished him. Neji's loyalty. That amazing thing that Neji did with his tongue to his ass.

Hmph.

Shikamaru turned off the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and busied himself with towel-drying his hair. Then he took the towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Shikamaru made his way back into the cabin. He could barely feel the motion of the yacht as it glided through the water. Neji’s uncle was right—it was like riding in a car.

A very large, expensive car.

Shikamaru walked up to the window and peered through the blinds. The marina was quickly filling his field of vision. They were back.

Back to reality, Shikamaru decided. Spending the weekend on the yacht had been like spending the weekend in another world, on another plane of existence. Shikamaru felt like he had come to know a different Neji—a vulnerable one. How could a man so profoundly powerful be so vulnerable? It made Shikamaru want to come charging in on a white horse with a sword drawn, scoop Neji up onto the horse behind him, and charge off to someplace safe where he could protect and nurture him and show him how very vital he had become to Shikamaru.

Kind of the way Neji had done him, except…different.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t so different.

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Neji pulled in closer to the marina, going over the weekend in his mind. It had been wonderful. It had been marvelous. But it would be over soon. They would need to be back on the road by three in order to get back at a reasonable time to get ready for Monday’s shift.

Neji didn’t want to waste one minute of the time they had left.

Neji had opened up to his lover in ways he never thought he would; years of emotional repression had unfortunately taken a hefty toll and as a result, Neji hadn’t known he was capable of the kind of release he’d experienced this weekend.

And he hadn’t even cried.

Neji also hadn’t realized he feared Shikamaru’s reaction to the truth until he revealed it. Neji Hyuuga, a man who feared nothing. But, true to Shikamaru’s form, instead of rejecting and judging Neji for the past, he actually accepted responsibility for making it up to him. Shikamaru Nara, a man who had not been personally responsible for any of it.

How had Neji come to find this man? And how, after all that was revealed, was this man even more resolved to love Neji’s hurt away?

The thought made Neji want to wrap himself up in the protecting arms of the man who loved him and submit to all that diligent resolve.

Wait a second—to submit?

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Neji guided the yacht into port and shut off the engine. He could already hear the crewmen mooring the yacht outside as he left the helm to find Shikamaru.

Neji walked into the cabin and found his lover there; lying in bed without a stitch of clothing on, eyes closed, legs slightly spread, and slowly stroking himself. The sight stole the breath from Neji’s lungs.

“Shikamaru Nara—what are you doing?”

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A/N: Well…Kiba seems to be doing much better, as, it appears, does Neji and Shikamaru. It's been some weekend, eh?

Luckily, the weekend isn’t over—yet. Stay tuned to find out what happens next and please leave a review!