Constructive Possession

A/N: Despairs, I think Kiba has made a pretty good group of friends already. It’s too soon for me to tell if Naruto, Neji and Shikamaru will become his buddies in the follow-on fic.

Peace-Love-Yaoi, thank you for the vote of confidence on my lemons. Those are hard to write! I try to make them each different and I never know if I’m hitting the mark. Your comments are love, and they are appreciated.

Tyra, yeah, dirty talk rules!

Nite Nite, okay, well, yes, Shikamaru is a freak, but it’s Neji’s fault for turning him out!

yaoilovergirl, you’re in for a treat—Hiashi is back! Yay!

Many thanks to my reviewers. You are sunshine on a cloudy day!

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Warning: unbeta’d; language; yaoi

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The hot water from the shower was a boon to Shikamaru’s aching muscles. This morning had been, without a doubt, their randiest sexual escapade since their first night together a month ago. What on earth had gotten into Neji? Was there something in the water on that yacht?! If there was, then, to be fair, it was having its effect on Shikamaru as well. It went a long way towards explaining why he felt it necessary to tell Neji to make him his bitch.

Shikamaru blushed as he remembered the morning. His Neji had certainly been up to the challenge. He’d pulled a new trick or two from up his sleeve that had caused Shikamaru to tug hair, scratch skin, and scream so much his throat had to have bled. Shikamaru’s extensive vocabulary had once again been reduced to a single word that, at times, he had been barely capable of forming. And he wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have been crying when his third orgasm seized him.

Yes, he decided, he was definitely Neji’s bitch. Neji had made sure of that. By the time it was over Shikamaru’s balls were as sore as his throat was raw, over half his body sported bruises, he was suffering a couple of freshly sprained muscles in different areas of his anatomy—and, of course, he was out cold.

And even after all that, Shikamaru wanted more. In fact, as he stood under the spray of the shower he realized that he was waiting for Neji to join him there and his cock, which should have still been comatose, twitched ever-so-slightly at the thought of that body pressed against his.

Shikamaru smirked. He knew one thing for sure: Neji Hyuuga’s cock should come with a warning label. It was definitely not for the faint of heart.

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Neji turned as Shikamaru emerged from the bathroom, hair dripping, with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. “I need help”, the Nara announced.

Wordlessly, Neji walked over to him, removed the towel from his waist and used it to dry his dripping locks. Shikamaru stood there like a child; Neji’s ministrations were a light, pleasing massage to his scalp. “Easy”, Shikamaru directed, “I took a couple of solid hits to the head this morning.”

“I don’t recall hearing any complaints”, was Neji’s response.

“Well, I wasn’t capable of forming a sentence at the time.”

Neji chuckled. He moved around Shikamaru’s body, drying the areas that had apparently been difficult for the Nara to reach, taking note of the position of every mark and bruise and making a conscious effort to ignore his lover’s penis. When he was sufficiently dry, Neji stood upright again.

“Come on”, Neji told Shikamaru. “Your clothes are laid out on the mattress.”

And sure enough, they were. The two men walked over to them and stopped.

“Can you take it from here, or should I stand by?” Neji asked.

“Just promise me you won’t let me fall on my face.”

Neji smirked. “You have my word.”

Shikamaru picked up his boxers. He sat down on the bed to put them on, grunting and wincing as he did and though there was considerable discomfort, he was able to do it without Neji’s assistance. He used the same strategy to put on his madras shorts. His polo shirt, however, was another matter.

He looked up at his lover. “I need backup.”

Neji picked up his shirt and positioned it so that Shikamaru could extend his arms in front of him to get them through the sleeves of the shirt. Neji drew the shirt over Shikamaru’s head and pulled it down over his torso.

Neji then grabbed Shikamaru’s necklace off the bedside table and fastened it around his neck. Shikamaru reached up and gently tugged the pendant for measure.

All that was left was Shikamaru’s hair. His brush and hair band had been set in the same place as his necklace. Neji picked them up and then moved back into position in front of the sitting Shikamaru to begin gently brushing his hair into place. Shikamaru closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His senses were full of Neji’s scent and heat and the sensation of the boar’s bristle brush against his scalp. He remembered how he enjoyed having the girls groom his hair. What would they think if they were witnessing what was happening right then? That’s when it hit him. I’m in the master bedroom of a yacht on a Sunday afternoon having my hair done by the hot wealthy male cop who has fallen in love with me.

They probably wouldn’t even recognize me.

Shikamaru realized he wasn’t the same person he’d been back then, and hadn’t been for some time. He wasn’t the same person he’d been two years ago, when he’d become a special investigator.

He looked up at Neji just as he finished applying the band to his hair. “I think we’re ready”, Neji announced, and Shikamaru realized the two men had evolved even from the men they’d been when they arrived at that yacht just two days before.

Shikamaru smiled at his beautiful lover. “Thank you”, he told him, and Neji smiled back.

And as they gathered the last of their belongings to pack into their bags Shikamaru knew that, even though they were returning to a place where they spent every day of their lives together that it wouldn’t be the same.

Nothing was ever going to be the same again.

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Neji used his key to open the door numbered 404 and went inside. While Shikamaru changed into slippers at the door, Neji walked inside the penthouse--slowly, in case his uncle was not alone and/or naked, which was entirely likely.

Neji found his uncle Hiashi sitting in the living room, fully dressed, wearing his reading glasses and reading a book.

“Good evening, uncle.”

Hiashi looked up, not quite expecting to see what he saw. Yes, it was his nephew, but there was a change in him since he’d last seen him. The young man glowed, and there was an aura of serenity that radiated from him.

“Neji”, he called out, as if surprised. At that moment Shikamaru entered the room and Hiashi’s expression morphed into a full-blown smirk at the Nara’s half-hearted attempt to camouflage his limp.

Hiashi got up and walked over to the duo, extending his hand to his nephew, who shook it vigorously. “Welcome back! How was your weekend?”

“Very nice”, Neji answered, setting their bags on the floor. “I went ahead and placed a call to have the maid service go aboard.”

“Thank you”, Hiashi responded, and then turned to Shikamaru. “Nara, you look a little tired, why don’t you come have a seat? I was just about to get myself something to drink when you walked in, we could have a drink together before I leave.”

Shikamaru made a conscious decision to ignore the innuendo in Hiashi Hyuuga’s statement for several reasons, but mostly because he was still sore. “I think I’ll take you up on that”, he responded, slowly making his way to the comfortable couch in Neji’s living room.

Meanwhile, Neji went back to the front door, changed out of his shoes and into a pair of slippers, and joined his uncle in the kitchen.

“What are you boys drinking?” Hiashi asked, setting a tray on the kitchen island. Neji ignored his unusually spiked annoyance at being referred to as a boy. “Green tea for Shikamaru. The usual for me.”

While Hiashi moved about the kitchen preparing their drinks Neji asked, “So how was your weekend, uncle?”

“Productive”, Hiashi responded. “Relaxing. Quiet.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“When you’re a lawyer, trust me, productive is always a good thing.” Hiashi glanced over his shoulder at his nephew again and was again struck by his aura. His glance turned into a gaze that caused the younger Hyuuga to furrow his brow.

“Is something wrong, uncle?”

Hiashi smiled, turning to face his nephew. “I was just going to ask you the same thing.” Icy pastel eyes danced with mirth. “I notice your friend is having some difficulty walking, Neji.”

“Really?” Neji responded, averting his eyes. He already knew where this was going and dammit, where was his sake?

Hiashi was around the island and face-to-face with Neji in a heart beat. “How many times did you make him come this weekend?”

“Uncle please!” Neji responded, turning his body away from his uncle and leaning back against the kitchen island even as memories of their passionate weekend flooded his mind’s eye. “I’ve been here five minutes.”

“What’s that got to do with anything? Come on, Neji, give me some details! Does he give good head?”

Neji was scowling now. “You are unbelievable.”

“Is that a yes?”

Neji was ignoring his uncle now, moving around to the stove to complete the preparation of their drinks. Honestly, he might have been willing to divulge a detail or two if his uncle didn’t make it all seem so…juvenile. They were adult men, for crying out loud!

Neji made a move to open the cabinets, but Hiashi stayed his hands. “All right, Neji. I’ll finish this up, why don’t you join Shikamaru, eh? He looks like he’ll need a nurse for the next day or two. I’ll bring everything out when it’s ready, hn?”

Neji stepped away then, still scowling at his uncle, and turned to leave the kitchen. Hiashi watched until the door closed behind him, a Cheshire Cat-style smile splitting his face.

Neji went into the living room, but no one was there. He sat down on the couch and picked up the book he’d seen his uncle reading. Venus in Furs¹. Hmph, Neji thought to himself. It figures.

The sound of a door opening down the hall made Neji look up. He absently set the book where he’d found it and got up to go to Shikamaru, who had emerged from the bathroom and was still limping.

“How are you feeling?” Neji asked.

“I’m fine; I just won’t be able to wipe my ass like normal for a day or two.”

Neji smirked, but said nothing.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Shikamaru asked. Okay, so he did ask Neji specifically to make him his bitch, and Neji complied, but did he really need to be so smug about the results?

Neji placed a light peck on the Nara’s lips. “You can’t blame, me, Shikamaru. A man as astute as you are should have learned his lesson the first time². I can only assume you are a glutton for punishment.”

Shikamaru wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist. “I’m a glutton for being fucked six ways from Sunday by Neji Hyuuga, is what I am.”

Neji wrapped his arms around the Nara’s waist then. “You would have to be, you were begging for more at the top of your lungs the entire time.” Neji placed another, longer kiss on his lover’s lips. “I didn’t mind it at all”, Neji added in that voice.

And just like that, both men were hard.

“Where’d everybody go?” Hiashi called out from the living room, tray in hand. Both men turned, reluctantly, toward the sound of that voice. Neji led them back into the living room where Hiashi sat waiting; he waited until Shikamaru was comfortable before taking his own seat.

Hiashi poured a drink for everyone and handed them out. Each man raised his drink in the air. “Kanpai”, they spoke in unison, and then drank.

“You know”, Hiashi began, “you boys are welcome to borrow the yacht whenever you want. All you have to do is say when.”

“That’s extremely generous of you, uncle”, was Neji’s reply. He poured himself another cup of sake. He caught Hiashi watching them both and fought the urge to blush. Shikamaru’s erection had a life of its own and was impossible to miss through his pants.

“Uncle?” Neji asked, holding up the pitcher of sake.

Hiashi smiled brightly. “Oh, no more for me, I really must be going. I’m meeting someone tonight.” He got up then. “I’ll just get my things.”

Hiashi got up and went to retrieve his bags, leaving the duo alone in the room again. Shikamaru leisurely drank his tea.

“He’s up to something”, Shikamaru stated plainly, vocalizing Neji’s thoughts.

“I know.”

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Hiashi returned to the living room and set his bags on the floor. He looked at the two men, who were sitting and drinking quietly. He decided they looked like an old married couple just then.

“Well, I’m off”, Hiashi announced. “Neji, I’ll be over early on Saturday to assist. Is that all right?”

Neji got up then, but Hiashi stopped him. “Relax, Neji, I’ll make my way out. You two enjoy your evening.”

Hiashi bent down to pick up his bags when Shikamaru cleared his throat.

"Oh, by the way", Shikamaru told him, "thanks to your complicated security setup I was forced to disable some of the audio and video around the yacht."

Neji looked at Shikamaru, and then looked at his uncle. "When was this?" Neji asked.

"Oh, right about the time your uncle took off to come here. It seems you can't go anywhere on that yacht without being recorded, what with all the motion sensors installed. It was a shame to have to do it, really, it's a very sophisticated setup. The equipment is well hidden so if you don't know what to look for you wouldn't even know it was there."

Hiashi’s eyes flashed subtly. You decrypted and then disabled my surveillance during the two-minute discussion I had with Neji before I left? Holy shit!

Neji's stare quickly evolved into a glare at his uncle, who rubbed the back of his neck nervously--and couldn't meet Neji’s eyes.

"I-I guess in my haste I neglected to disable the audio and video surveillance in some places."

"Yeah, like in the main cabin." Shikamaru smirked. "Don't worry, though, I took care of it so no one has to worry about any rogue video winding up on the Internet."

"I guess it's a very good thing you know what to look for, Shikamaru", Neji stated, now scowling at his uncle.

"All in a day's work." Shikamaru took another sip of his tea.

"Er, I suppose I'd better get going." Hiashi made another move to grab his things but Neji was there, staying his hand. "Why don't I take those, uncle?"

"Er, you don't have to do that Neji, you just got back and I'm sure you're--"

"It's no trouble at all, uncle." Neji's tone was final.

Hiashi straightened, rubbing the back of his neck. "Er, well, it was a pleasure to see you again, Nara, and I'll see you on Saturday."

"Drive carefully, Mr. Hyuuga."

Neji followed his uncle out of the door of his penthouse with his uncle's bags in hand. Shikamaru watched them until the door closed behind them, and then chuckled.

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"Neji", his uncle said, slowing down and turning, "I can take it from here, really." Hiashi didn’t like the look he saw on his nephew’s face.

"Keep moving." Neji’s tone was not one to be argued with, even if you were the elder of the two of them.

"Really Neji", Hiashi pouted, "you're as stubborn as my brother was."

They walked with purposeful steps until they stopped in front of the elevator, and Hiashi pressed the button to go down. After the requisite ding, the doors opened.

"It's a good thing for you, then," Neji responded, "or you might not still be around."

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"Neji", Hiashi attempted as they went down in the elevator, "I know this looks bad, but--"

"But what?" Neji asked as the elevator doors opened. "I can't believe you tried to record us in bed! What were you--never mind, I already know."

Hiashi bit his lip. "It really wasn't like that, Neji. It's like your partner said, the yacht is hot-wired for security like a Christmas tree!"

"Especially in the main cabin, right uncle?"

Hiashi made a face then. "Well, to be honest, it's where criminal activity is most likely to occur on my boat."

Neji's scowl was fierce. He made his way down the hall to the garage where his uncle's vehicle was parked, his uncle following closely.

"Come on, Neji, give me a break! You won't tell me anything about you and your friend. I’ve never seen you this happy; you can't blame me for being curious!"

Hiashi’s words were like a tripwire. Neji's stride slowed until he stopped.

Seeing his opportunity, Hiashi continued. "You know, your glow was the first thing I noticed when you came into the penthouse", Hiashi ventured. "You walk taller. Y-You're a bundle of emotions you've never expressed before. It's beautiful, Neji, and I, I just wanted to be on the inside with you, just for a little while, instead of looking in from outside, where you keep me. You can understand that, can't you?"

Beautiful? Neji looked at his uncle with eyes full of emotion. Yes, he could understand someone wanting to know firsthand the kind of emotional euphoria he was now experiencing with Shikamaru.

"Yes, I suppose I can", Neji responded calmly. When Hiashi smiled, Neji added, "but I would never make an unauthorized video of someone's intimacy, uncle!"

"I can't help being curious, you're just going to have to forgive me! Honestly Neji, just tell me this." Hiashi moved in close to his irritated nephew. "How long is he?"

"Uncle! I told you I was not going to indulge you in this--" Neji stopped, blinking slowly. He had to acknowledge that his refusal to divulge details was partially responsible for his uncle’s behavior and admit that he did want to share some of his excitement with someone. He looked around. "Open this", he directed, pointing to the garage door.

Hiashi stepped up to the keypad and punched in a seven-digit code. When the LED³ turned green, he turned the knob and went inside the garage, with Neji close behind. The door gently clicked shut behind them.

"Open the car", Neji directed, and Hiashi pushed a button on his key fob. Like magic, the doors not only unlocked, but opened. Neji placed his uncle's things on the floor of the passenger side, and then climbed inside the car. He then motioned for his uncle to get inside. Hiashi scurried to comply and both men closed the doors.

Neji sighed. "What I am about to tell you goes no further than the inside of this $300,000 vehicle, or I'll ensure that it gets impounded and remains that way for your foreseeable future. Got it?"

Hiashi smiled. The threat was empty--his nephew knew he could beat the impound, and if he couldn't he could afford to buy another one. Regardless, the elder Hyuuga was about to become privy to desperately intimate details, so he would play nice. "No problem."

Both men leaned back into their seats, soaking up the silence for a few moments. It was Hiashi who spoke first.

"Surveillance notwithstanding, did you enjoy your time on the yacht?"

Neji glanced at his uncle. "We did, uncle. It was perfect." Neji's brows furrowed. "It was...important."

"So…are you in love?"

Neji looked over at his uncle, his gaze unwavering. He could say it now, in confidence. "Yes. I am."

Hiashi quirked a brow. "Does Nara know?"

Neji sighed again, looking out of the passenger side window. "I'm sure he suspects."

Hiashi bit his lip. "Neji, tread carefully here. You don't want to push him away."

Neji turned back to his uncle. It was his turn to quirk an eyebrow. "This, coming from the chronic playboy?"

"Hell yes!” Hiashi responded. “I've been dodging the bullets aimed at my heart for a lot longer than you have. I should know a thing or two."

Neji wondered if the bullets to which Hiashi was referring were figurative, literal, or a combination of the two. With his uncle, one could never tell.

Hiashi turned his body toward his nephew then, finding his eyes. "I'm rooting for you, Neji. Of all the Hyuugas, you’re probably our most…normal one. I want this thing with you and Nara to work."

Neji smiled. It warmed his heart to hear the words of encouragement coming from his uncle. They rarely talked and when they did, it was never so candid. This was definitely a side to Hiashi Hyuuga that Neji hadn’t seen. He decided this was what a heart-to-heart with his father might have been like, and he was grateful. It made him feel even closer to his uncle, who’d lost his twin and only sibling when he was slightly younger than Neji was at that moment.

"So do I, uncle."

"So...did you bottom for Nara this weekend?"

Neji narrowed his eyes. He wondered where his uncle had gone--apparently, he was back. "No, I did not." Neji looked away. "We did try some new things, though."

"Such as?"

"Just, you know, new things. He, er—“ Neji still wasn’t comfortable having this talk with his perverted uncle—“he rode me."

"Is that it?"

Neji’s expression and tone were irritated. "Well, I'm sorry if our…vanilla sex life is not entertaining enough for you, uncle."

It would have been, if someone hadn’t disabled my damn surveillance. "Do you rim?" Hiashi asked, purely from a desire to watch his nephew squirm.

Neji looked at his uncle, and then looked away. Was he really going to answer his uncle’s question? It was so…intimate. "Yes." Neji was happy that his voice didn’t crack.

"Does he like it?"

Neji thought he might blush then. He bit his lip. "He loves it." Neji remembered how Shikamaru squealed each time he put his tongue there; it was unlike any of the other noises he made. It--

"So what's he packing, anyway? Ten inches?" Hiashi’s question interrupted Neji’s train of thought.

"Twelve”, Neji corrected absently.

"Holy smokes! He's only an inch shorter than his father! Neji you have to--"

Hiashi was stalled by the look on his nephew's face. "And how might you have become privy to that bit of information, pray tell?" Neji asked.

Hiashi blinked. "Nara talks in his sleep."

Neji's eyes grew wide. This conversation had officially ventured into the prohibited, full-bottle-of-sake-minimum area. Neji shook his head in disbelief. "Goodnight, uncle."

"It's not what you think", Hiashi explained as Neji got out of the car. "Nothing happened! He got blitzed at a Bon Odori* festival and I had to drive him home!"

The door of the car closed easily behind Neji, leaving Hiashi alone inside. He watched as his nephew left the garage with purposeful strides, not looking back. Sighing, Hiashi reached toward his bags on the floor of the passenger side and pulled them up onto the seat, then put on his seatbelt. He smiled as he started the engine. His nephew was in love. Life was good.

He was sure to get another chance to get video of them together.

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A/N:

(1) Nineteenth-century BDSM erotica, written by the man after which masochism takes its name.
(2) Kindred, Chapter 12.
(3) Light-emitting diode.
* A Japanese festival held every summer to celebrate the spirits of one’s ancestors. It is a celebration similar in nature to the Mexican Dia de Los Muertos. I attended that festival each year I lived in Japan; it’s a lot of fun. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bon_Odori#Bon_Odori

The pendant from Shikamaru’s necklace is shown here: http://www.dragonweave.com/chinese-japanese-symbol-charms-l.html#loyalty

Aww, Neji doing Shikamaru’s hair. Totally sweet!

After last chapter's lemon it's a damn good thing for the geniuses that Shikamaru disabled the surveillance, eh? Hiashi would have surely gotten more than an eyeful and who knows where the video might have wound up?

LOL, Neji can sodomize Shikamaru from sunrise until the sun sets but then he’s too shy to talk about it.

And egad, are the Nara men hung like mules, or what?! And clearly, the relationship between Hiashi Hyuuga and Shikaku Nara is a bit more than Hiashi initially let on, ne? Perhaps we will learn the truth at the dinner party!

Kiba returns in the next chapter. How will he spend his forced vacation? Stay tuned and please leave a review!