Undercurrents

Neji paused to unlock the front door and then flung it open. He keyed in a code on the panel next to the door to stop the alarm from sounding, and then headed toward the back of the house. Even though he didn’t look back to see if Shika did as he was told, Neji’s ears strained to hear any and all noise coming from that direction. He heard the front door shut and lock and then silence. That was a good sign.

In the family room, Neji took several deep breaths and began to rearrange furniture. He shoved a chair back against the wall and pushed aside the sofa. Grasping the large, leather ottoman with both hands, Neji pulled it into the center of the room. Then Neji walked around and eyed the massive mirror on the wall. He pushed and tugged the ottoman until he could see every part of it in the mirror with unobstructed view. Satisfied, Neji smirked at himself in the mirror.

Yes, that would do nicely.

Turning, Neji grabbed an end table and brought it closer to the middle of the room. Happy with the table’s position, he crossed quickly over to the wall opposite the one with the mirror and reached up to remove a heavy wall sconce hanging off a large hook. The sconce was silver, ornate, and just high enough on the two-storey wall that Neji had to extend his arm to pull it down. Windows overlooking the covered back porch flanked either side of the slip of wall where the sconce usually resided. Neji moved to one side and leaned the sconce against the stone fireplace.

Neji enjoyed decorative and secretly functional pieces in his home.

Crossing to the far side of the fireplace, Neji dimmed the light of the overhead chandelier until the room was lit with a twilight glow. He flipped off the lamp that was on in the far corner, and then slid the curtain over the doors to the outside.

The room and his control in order, Neji paused before heading back to the entryway. For a few seconds, he let himself revel in the mental image of Shika in the car, body moving with need and heat. He thought of his Shikamaru kneeling back on the hard marble of the foyer, and Neji exhaled explosively. Never in his wildest dreams did he think this would go as well as it already had. He was happy that tormenting Shikamaru with things that actually felt good was going about as well as Neji thought it would. Shika aimed to please, and Neji aimed to control.

It worked.

But, Neji reminded himself, I can’t let tonight escalate too much further. The level of intensity in the car is about right. Neji sighed and shook himself before calling up his indifferent game face. The night was far from over, and Neji had many things he wanted to do that he hoped Shika would like.

Neji could clearly see Shika once he left the family room, and his breath hitched even though his stride did not. Shikamaru knelt in front of the door with his hands behind his back and head down. Neji watched Shika’s chest move in slow, controlled movements, and his fingers itched with the need to touch.

Shika didn’t look up as Neji approached. Giving in to the urge, Neji ran his hands through Shika’s hair, petting and pulling gently. Shika made a soft noise and leaned into the touch, almost but not quite resting his head against Neji’s legs. For a moment, Neji merely combed his fingers through Shika’s messy hair, and the only sound in the house was the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room.

Then Neji smiled to himself.

Giving no warning, Neji swiftly knelt, grabbing Shika to pull him forward before turning him and pushing him down. Shikamaru landed on his back with a grunt, and one of Neji’s hands rested on the Nara’s chest as his legs moved to straddle the prone man.

“Shika look at me,” Neji ordered. Startled brown eyes met calm gray, and Neji’s lips twitched in an almost-smile.

“Enjoying our time together so far?” Neji asked. It didn’t hurt to check in, and Neji wanted to make sure Shika was altogether with him before asking his next question. The part of him that was irritated with the caution was drowned out by the other part that was all too aware of Shika’s past and the need for said caution.

Shika nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Neji made a happy noise. “You’re so good for me,” he crooned, fingertips stroking Shika’s face. “But even the most obedient pet could displease me. To punish bad behavior tonight, I may strike your ass or legs with an open hand. Is that all right?”

Shikamaru swallowed, and he blinked rapidly. “Yes, sir.”

“What are your safewords, Shikamaru?”

“Goldfish and Hinata,” Shika answered immediately. Good – he was most definitely with Neji at the moment.

“Good boy.”

Neji shifted and lightly trailed fingertips down Shikamaru’s body, pausing to smile as the pad of his finger traced a freckle. He leaned forward and let his long hair fall to caress skin while he hooked his hands under the waist of Shika’s pants and skimmed them down his legs. The socks and pants went into a corner, and then Neji shifted back up Shika’s body to nuzzle his neck. The Nara smelled so good, and Neji fought the urge to abandon plans and just taste every part of Shika’s body. Beneath him, Shika squirmed and lightly touched Neji’s hair with one hand.

Neji sighed; it was time to move on with things. With a grace practiced and learned in the hours spent at Green Dojo, Neji shifted his weight and kicked his legs to one side of Shika’s body to stand over him. Without being asked Shika immediately scrambled to his knees and sat back on his heels.

“You do make a delicious picture,” Neji murmured, more to himself than Shika. Neji admired pale skin with faint tan lines and licked his lips at the trail of fine brown hair that ran down to a perfectly formed sex. The Nara blushed under the weight of the gaze, a pretty pink lighting his cheeks.

“You are to go into the kitchen and fetch two bottles of water from the fridge and a glass of ice,” Neji said, voice carefully controlled. “Then if you have any need for the bathroom, take care of that before you bring those things to me. Go now.”

Neji watched Shika stand and head toward the kitchen. Neji returned to the family room and sat down in the leather chair to wait. His ears strained and his brain mapped out every movement Shika made while he did his best to look casual and disinterested.

Several minutes later, Shika walked through the breakfast nook and down the two steps into the room where Neji sat. He held the two bottles of water and the glass of ice in front of him, and looked momentarily at a loss once his feet hit the soft rug that covered the hardwood floor.

“Over there, Shika.” Neji gestured to the end table. “Set those things down, drink some from one of the bottles, and then kneel next to the ottoman.”

Moving quickly Shika did as he was asked while Neji watched. He found himself captivated by the smallest things: the way Shika held the water bottle; the motion of his throat as he swallowed; the way his feet made indents in the rug. Everything the man did was fascinating, and Neji thought he could easily get accustomed to a naked and obedient Shikamaru in his home.

Although it might be a bit of an adjustment for dear Rosemary.

“Good,” Neji said once Shika settled. He watched as Shika stared into the mirror and swallowed.

“Wait here,” Neji commanded as he stood.

“Sir, are we…” Shika’s eyes widened a bit and then closed like he was horrified that he spoke and then remembered that he could. Neji loved how easy it was to read Shika’s expressions, though he wished more of them were eager and happy rather than hesitant and worried.

“Are we what?” But Neji already knew what Shika would say.

“The room,” Shika all but whispered. “Are we going to that room?”

“Not tonight, Shika,” Neji answered, tone gentle.

Shikamaru nodded and Neji thought he saw his shoulders relax a bit. Yes; definitely too early to throw Shika into the dungeon.

Despite how appealing that turn of phrase might be, Neji smirked to himself.

The door leading into the retooled garage was not in Shikamaru’s line of sight, which was good: better to keep him ignorant and without temptation to peek. The door’s lock was electronic, and Neji pushed the buttons in the correct sequence. Once inside, he flipped a switch on the panel next to the door. A blue floodlight came on that outlined a corner of the room containing a series of odd-looking leather furniture and a wall that held a wide array of implements on various hooks. The rest of the room extended beyond the illumination of the floodlight, the shadows swallowing all the details.

Neji quickly grabbed what he wanted from the wall and then went to a chest. Opening the ash door, he pulled out a bag, and then started shoving other items inside the nylon container.

Dropping the bag of toys next to the door, Neji absently began to strip out of his shirt while he opened an unobtrusive black panel on the wall. The entire house was wired with speakers so that music could play throughout. The main control panel for the system was in the media room on the second floor, and there were switches that could turn music on and off in each room of the house.

When Neji modified the garage, he had another master control panel installed. In here the music could reach deafening levels, and thanks to the generous soundproofing, nothing could be heard beyond the walls.

Neji flipped the main switch that would turn on the system, and selected some music that would enhance the mood without being overwhelming. Humming to himself, he walked over to a trunk and threw open the lid, searching through a pile of leather, silk, and velvet. He yanked off his clothes and slid into loose, black pants with a sigh.

Finally done, he switched off the light and left, heading back to Shika. The Nara’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of Neji and his bag of tricks. Neji paused to turn on the music before dropping the toys on the couch. Then he grabbed two small, black boxes and a tube of lube out of the bag and sauntered over to Shika.

Ripping into the shrink wrap that enclosed one of the boxes, Neji gestured to Shika. “Up on your knees,” he muttered.

Shikamaru’s eyes were fixated on the box in Neji’s hands, but he complied.

“Hands behind your back,” Neji said, absorbed in the plastic which he tossed aside. Kneeling in front of Shika, he flipped open the box and pulled out a handful of leather and metal. In quick order he flipped open the lube and applied a thin slick of it to the metal.

“Hold still.” Without further preamble, Neji smeared the remaining lube on Shikamaru’s soft shaft before sliding the metal onto it. Shika sucked in his breath and held it while Neji deftly snapped two thin strips of leather looped over the metal onto a longer piece of leather. Shika jumped with each snap.

“Be still,” Neji muttered, though in truth he enjoyed the reaction. The long strip of leather wrapped around the base of Shika’s penis and under his balls to fasten on the side with another snap. This time Shika didn’t jump, but he didn’t breathe, either.

Neji chuckled. “First time in a cockring, boy?” He asked, examining the fit to make sure it worked. His blood bubbled nicely at the sight of Shika in the ring, and he licked his lips.

“N-no, sir,” Shika replied, breathing now. “But it’s you putting it on me, sir.”

Neji’s insides twisted with unexpected warmth, but he didn’t let it show on his face. Instead he made a non-committal noise and tossed the empty box aside. He grabbed the other one and set it closer on the floor. At the sight of the box, Shika’s breathing sped up.

“You remember what comes next?” Neji asked, cock twitching in anticipation.

“Clamps?”

“Very good,” Neji purred. “Lie down, arms at your sides.”

Shika managed to get mostly onto his back before Neji attacked. He planted his elbows on either side of Shika’s head, and brought his mouth down for a kiss while he brought his knee up to spread Shika’s legs. Neji settled on top of Shika, their groins pressed together and skin warm.

For long minutes Neji let himself kiss Shika like the secrets of the universe were held captive in his mouth and Neji’s tongue needed to find them. Breathless noises filled the room to accompany the bass beat of the music that played through hidden speakers, and Neji’s heart pounded equally hard in his ears and cock. The taste of Shika and the feel of him beneath his body were pure heaven, and it was all he could do not to moan helplessly into Shika’s mouth.

Forcing himself to focus, Neji shifted his weight onto his right elbow without breaking the kiss. He slid a hand along Shika’s jaw to direct his head a little to one side. Neji opened his eyes while his teeth pulled on Shika’s bottom lip, and he flipped open the other black box. Inside was a pair of clamps connected by a thin, silver chain. They were shorter and wider than tweezer clamps and coated in vinyl. He liked them because the pressure was good and they could pinch skin deeply.

Grabbing clamps and chain in one hand, Neji moved again to straddle Shika, effectively trapping the Nara’s arms against his sides. Still Neji kissed him, and Shika moaned a little under the assault. Neji dragged fingertips down Shikamaru’s neck and chest before stopping to lightly touch one nipple. Neji felt Shikamaru’s cock twitch beneath him as Shika sucked Neji’s tongue into his mouth, lips wet with Neji’s spit and eyes tightly closed.

Neji trapped the sensitive nub between two fingers and rolled the skin. In a fair imitation of what Shika had done to himself in the car, Neji kneaded and pulled, pinched and squeezed. All the while he chased Shika’s mouth as he tried to break the kiss, muffled noises of pleasure rising from the Nara’s throat. Frowning in something akin to annoyance, Neji pressed his mouth down with force, teeth clacking and breathing harsh. Shika moaned but finally kept his head still. Neji grunted against Shika’s mouth in approval and continued his assault on Shika’s flesh.

When the nipple was hard and Shika’s breathing was harder, Neji moved and opened one of the clamps before pulling away from Shika’s mouth to sit up and watch what he was doing. Neji’s fingers pinched and held until the last second before the clamp closed deep onto the skin. Shika made a low, lusty sound, eyes still closed and mouth a ripe red.

Smirking and pleased with himself, Neji bent back down to kiss Shika’s exposed neck. He let the other clamp lay on Shika’s chest while his fingers went about torturing the unclamped nipple. When Neji kissed the skin behind Shika’s ear, the Nara whimpered and his hips pulsed upward.

“Responsive pets get me hard,” Neji husked. “Make noise for me,” he whispered before sitting up to clamp the other nipple. When Shika felt the pressure his mouth opened, and he moaned several syllables of sheer lust.

“Perfect,” Neji praised. He rose up and off of Shika to step away and grab something out of the bag.

“On your knees,” Neji ordered, fishing in the bag. But it took a second or two for Shika to register Neji’s demand, body limp on the ground and chest rising and falling. Neji grabbed what he wanted from the bag before he marched back over to Shikamaru, who now moved to comply.

But it was about ten seconds too late.

Neji dropped a pair of leather cuffs to the floor, and grabbed Shikamaru’s arm, which upset the Nara’s balance. Holding Shika firmly so he didn’t fall, Neji casually drew back his arm and smacked Shika’s backside hard enough to sting his own hand. Shikamaru yelped and clutched at Neji, eyes wide in shock.

“When I say move, you move.” Neji manhandled Shika upright and then tugged gently on the chain that swayed across Shika’s chest. Shikamaru gasped and his head fell back.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Shika panted.

“Oh yes, boy, I know. SO sorry.” Neji tugged the chain again eliciting another gasp, and he growled as dominance and heat warred in his body. Fuck if Shika didn’t look incredibly sexy with his head back and eyes closed.

“Hold out your arms, wrists together,” Neji commanded, his voice much harsher than moments before. Shika complied immediately, his head snapping forward to see what Neji would do.

Neji released the chain and grabbed a pair of soft leather cuffs strung together with a roped cord. They fastened with simple Velcro, and Neji secured them around each of Shika’s wrists.

“Now stand up, boy, and be fucking quick about it,” Neji snarled as he, too, stood and turned back to the bag.

“Yes, sir. Anything…” Shika whispered as he stood.

Neji grunted and turned back to face Shikamaru, something black wadded in one hand. His eyes took in the disheveled and aroused Shika: nipples clamped, cock straining now against the leather and metal ring. His eyes were down, mouth pulled into a tight little frown, and he held his bound hands awkwardly in front of his body.

Beautiful.

Repressing a shiver, Neji approached. “I think I have something in mind that will make me forgive and forget.” Shika looked at Neji’s hand and then back up to his face, apprehension written in loud neon across his features.

Neji stepped around Shika wrapping his arms around the Nara in an embrace. Neji slowly and gently kissed Shikamaru’s neck, nibbling a little on the tendon. For long seconds Neji simply held Shika and kissed him until finally Shika relaxed a little. Then he took the length of silk in both hands and let it drag up Shika’s forearms…chest…neck.

Shika stopped breathing as Neji settled the silk across his eyes and tied it snug against the back of Shika’s head, the fabric whispering in Neji’s hands. Then Neji wrapped his arms around Shika and hugged him again, face nuzzling the Nara’s neck.

“I like you a little helpless,” Neji sighed against Shika’s skin, and Neji felt Shikamaru tremble. “Will you wear this for me?” Neji tugged at the silk.

“Y-yes, sir,” Shika stuttered.

“Good boy,” Neji praised, letting himself sound tender and pleased. “We’re going to turn around, now,” Neji said softly before he began to move Shika so that he faced the other direction. Neji kept his body pressed against Shikamaru’s, and he ran his hands over cool skin.

“Walk forward, pet, and don’t worry – I’ve got you. You won’t fall.” Neji gently nudged Shika forward, and the Nara took a couple of slow steps before matching Neji’s pace. In a few short strides they reached the strip of wall between the two large windows.

“I’m going to turn you around again,” Neji said in the same soothing tone before he moved Shika how he wanted him.

“Now raise your arms up above your head,” Neji said.

Swallowing, Shika complied. Neji reached up and grasped the leather cord that connected the two cuffs. Then he eased Shika back against the wall and slid the cord up and over the hook in the wall. The height was almost perfect – Shika’s arms were pulled long but not strained, and his weight rested on the balls of his feet.

Thrilling at the sight of a blindfolded and bound Shikamaru against the wall, Neji leaned in and claimed Shika’s mouth in a soft kiss. The Nara’s chest rose and fell rapidly and sweat glistened on his forehead above the line of black silk.

“I love you like this,” Neji whispered against Shika’s lips. “It makes me want to do all sorts of things to you.” Neji smoothed his hands over warming skin.

“Touch you.” Neji’s hands squeezed Shika’s hips.

“Stroke you.” Neji’s hand ghosted over Shika’s cock, and both it and the rest of Shika twitched at the touch.

“Tease you.” Neji gently pulled on the chain between Shika’s nipples and Shikamaru’s mouth fell open in a breathy pant.

“Hm,” Neji said, contemplative. “Teasing sounds good to me, too.”

Neji stepped away and moved fast: he grabbed the glass of ice off the end table, and then went to the bag to pull out a small vial and an oddly-shaped, bright pink tube.

In less than a minute Neji was back and pressed against Shika for another kiss. Shikamaru ate hungrily at Neji’s mouth, and the little noises escaping his lips nearly drove Neji over the edge. He finally had to break away or come, and he set everything down on the windowsill. The ice was half-melted, making it perfect for what Neji wanted to do. He fished a cube out of the glass and then set it on the sill.

Neji managed to turn and lift his hand with the cube in it before Shika shivered and whimpered.

“Fucking ice…” Shikamaru didn’t even seem to be aware he’d spoken out loud, and he shivered again.

Neji’s eyebrows went up and a look of sheer evil glee graced his noble features. He reached and fished a second cube out of the glass.

“Something to say, boy?” Neji asked. He closed a fist around one of the cubes and held it over Shika’s rigid cock.

“No, s-“ Shika broke off as ice water began to drip steadily onto his skin. Shika gasped and squirmed away.

Neji chuckled. “You sure?” He took both cubes and reached up to place them just under the cuffs on Shika’s wrists.

“Last chance,” Neji said, but Shika just turned his head into one arm.

“Okay then,” Neji said softly.

Neji ran the cubes down Shika’s arms and for the next few minutes he tortured every sensitive part of the Nara’s body with cold efficiency. Neji left a trail of chilled droplets on Shika’s neck, nipples, stomach, and cock. He slowly swirled a mostly-melted cube across the tender skin of Shika’s balls and then reached further to slide a freezing finger into the cleft of Shikamaru’s ass.

All the while Shika panted and arched this way and that, trying to get away from the feeling. Neji let him – he couldn’t move that much, after all, and it was rather fun to watch him squirm, whimper, and hiss.

When the glass was half-empty of ice, Shika was a miserable and wet mess. His teeth clenched, jaw muscles flexed, and he breathed against his own bicep.

Neji sighed and leaned to whisper in Shika’s ear. “I’m so thirsty, pet, and you’re dripping wet.”

Shika stilled as Neji’s tongue traced down one arm, lapping at the last couple of drops that had not yet dried. Shikamaru gasped as Neji licked along Shika’s neck, swirled his tongue over his chest. He carefully applied the tip of his tongue to the tops of each of Shika’s nipples, and the Nara cried out.

Reaching for the glass again, Neji continued to suck at the drops of water that ran down Shika’s skin. Then he dipped his fingers in the melted ice and slid them along taut abs and lean hips, his tongue following close behind. With every gasp and twitch Shikamaru made, Neji felt a little more light headed and eager to continue.

Neji went down on his knees and licked lightly over Shika’s cock. He dribbled drops of water on the very tip only to lean in and suckle them away a second later. Shika squirmed and shifted for entirely different reasons.

“Please,” Shika begged, hoarse. “Ooh, sir…feels good.”

Neji stood up and pressed the lip of the glass against Shika’s mouth. “Drink,” he said before carefully tipping the glass. Shika leaned forward and swallowed several mouthfuls before Neji pulled the glass away.

“Good,” Neji praised, voice a little rough. “But I’ll remember how you feel about ice,” Neji said as he picked up the pink tube and the vial.

“Yes, sir,” Shika sighed, resigned.

“But for now, I think you’re ready for something else.”

~*~

A/N: Part A of ridiculous amounts of smut. Or, well...if you count that car scene, this is part II of III of ridiculous amounts of smut. And no worries! There are more parts after that!

They just keep coming...and coming...and...