Undercurrents

“Anything you want, sir,” Shika breathed.

“Anything, eh?” Neji said absently. The pink toy was a squishy, malleable, masturbation tube that was slightly longer than the average erection and about an inch and a half in diameter. It just didn’t have any of the anatomically correct parts. Neji liked keeping things simple. He jabbed one finger into the center of the thing, stretching the hole there wide enough to ease another finger inside.

“Yes, sir,” Shika answered.

“I see,” Neji said. “You have to tell me…what do you think sandpaper would feel like over your nipples right now?”

Neji grabbed the tube of oily lube and opened the cap soundlessly. This brand would work better than the silicone stuff he used on the cockring. Meanwhile, Shika shuddered against the wall.

“I…don’t know, sir. Bad, I think.”

“Hm, you’re probably right,” Neji agreed, tone casual. “But I like rough textures as well as soft ones. We could try it on your balls instead? Maybe I’ll let you choose.” Neji squeezed out several drops of lube into the center of the pink toy. He worked it in with his fingers, which was a difficult process.

“Choose?” Shika nearly whimpered.

“Yes. Choose.”

Now Shika actually whimpered.

Neji sighed. “Well, if that’s too much for you, I could try hot wax instead. I hear it feels amazing on your dick.”

Instead of whimpering at that thought, Shika surprised Neji by panting and licking his lips. His cock, which flagged a bit during the discussion of sandpaper, jumped.

Interesting. Neji made a few mental notes.

With the tube finally ready, Neji forced two fingers inside it again to pry it open wide enough for use.

“Well? Sandpaper? Wax? What?”

“I…I don’t know, sir.” He sounded suitably distressed.

“Oh of course you don’t,” Neji muttered, put-upon. “Well, I’m going to have to do something with you. Spread your legs,” Neji commanded. Shika obeyed as much as his position would allow, breathing fast.

“And unfortunately for you,” Neji murmured as he slid against Shika. “I’m fresh out of hot wax.”

Shikamaru’s breathing stuttered. “You are?”

Neji trapped one of Shika’s legs between his own and ground himself against Shika’s thigh, making them both gasp.

“I am,” Neji said, a little breathless. “But I do have this.”

Shika tensed and Neji smiled. He waited for a full ten seconds and watched as the muscles in Shika’s arms twitched in anticipatory strain. Then Neji slid the opening of the tube over the head of Shika’s cock.

“What the-“ Shika started but stopped to make a startled sound as Neji eased the tube down Shika’s length, the oil inside making for a fairly slick glide. Neji used this toy on himself, and he knew exactly how it felt: like the tightest ass or mouth in the world.

“Oh my god.” Shika bucked his hips.

“Not as good as wax,” Neji commented idly. “But definitely not sandpaper.”

Shika just panted. Neji reached down and held the tube next to the metal of Shika’s cock ring. Then he savagely pulled the tube to stretch the end up and off Shika’s shaft. Doing that felt like suction, and it earned Neji a grunt. But when Neji twisted the end over the head of Shika’s diamond hard cock, Shikamaru cussed and hissed like a sailor.

Neji ground himself against Shika’s thigh and then pulled back to watch the uncovered portion of Shika’s face while he worked the toy over his dick. Shika’s mouth was open, his body quivered, and his hips shifted and bucked trying to get more sensation.

“Feel good, boy?” Neji grunted.

“Yes,” Shika hissed.

“Then thank me, else I think you ungrateful and fetch the sandpaper.” Neji leaned down and licked one of Shika’s nipples.

“Oh – shit, sir – thank you,” Shika managed between pants.

Neji changed his grip to twist the plastic cruelly and Shika cried out, the noise echoing off the high ceiling. Neji slid his erection against Shika’s thigh. Fantasy assaulted Neji’s control, and he felt the sudden desire to share.

“Someday, boy, I’m going to bind your arms and legs before I bend you over the back of a chair and take you hard and fast,” Neji whisper-hissed into Shika’s ear. Shika’s body froze, muscles practically snapping with tension.

“I’m going to tie you up and gag you before I put you over my lap and spank you until your ass is red and you beg me to let you come.”

Shika cried out helplessly, and his hands knotted into fists.

“Then I’m going to bend you in half and watch my cock disappear into your flaming ass while I fuck you raw.”

“Oh god,” Shika said, head lolling back and forth. “Sir, yes, please, oh…”

Neji felt his stomach clench, and he abruptly stepped away from Shika.

“But until you can learn to thank me properly for simple pleasure, I’ll have to make do with something else.” Neji’s voice was completely cold. He grasped the base of the toy and slid it off Shika’s cock. Shikamaru made a strangled noise.

“Please,” Shika half yelled. “Thank you, sir, don’t…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…I’m yours…but please don’t stop…”

Neji froze and his eyes went wide. Neji stepped in and ripped the silk away from Shika’s face. Lust-crazed and half-desperate eyes met Neji’s.

“Tell me again,” Neji said, voice deceptively calm. “Whose are you?”

“Yours,” Shika whispered, eyelids lowered. “Please…sir. Don’t…don’t be angry.” His head fell forward while he struggled to catch his breath.

“I’m not angry, pet.” Angry was actually the last thing Neji was, but it wouldn’t do to let Shika know that. “Just temporarily disappointed. You can make it up to me.”

Shikamaru nodded, eyes still down.

“Now be a good boy and reach up.”

Shika managed to get himself together to stand straighter, allowing Neji to unhook the cuffs. Neji grabbed the cord between the cuffs and turned, half-dragging Shika back to the center of the room.

“Get on the ottoman on your hands and knees,” Neji commanded.

Shika scrambled to comply, and Neji watched in the mirror while Shika positioned himself.

“Look up, boy.”

Shika obeyed and shivered as he saw himself in the mirror, Neji poised behind him like an avatar of desire.

Neji met Shikamaru’s eyes in the mirror as he put one knee up on the ottoman to run his hands over Shika’s hips and ass. Then without changing expression, he spanked Shika on the right cheek. Neji watched him jerk in the mirror.

“When you forget to thank me, you’ll get punished,” Neji stated calmly. “I don’t like being disappointed, but I do like reddened skin.”

Shika whimpered and almost looked away, but managed to continue looking up into the mirror at the last second.

Neji hummed approval, and even though his cock ached, his balls begged for release, and his legs shook in his own need, he kept his face expressionless and brought his hand down again on Shika’s skin.

Shikamaru shook, but Neji saw in the mirror that his erection didn’t flag in the slightest. In fact, Neji watched as liquid pooled and dribbled down onto the leather below. Smirking Neji leaned over and yanked Shikamaru up and against his body, both men now kneeling on the ottoman.

“I’m not so sure this is punishment to you, Shika,” Neji said, fingers making circles on Shika’s cheek. His eyes burned with intensity and gazed at Shika’s in the mirror. “I think you like the sting of my hand on your skin.”

Neji pinched Shika’s reddened ass cheek while at the same time tugging on the nipple chain. Shikamaru’s whole body shook and went half-limp against Neji.

“Please, sir…oh god…I don’t know how much longer I can…oh god…” Shika babbled.

“I do, Shika,” Neji said softly. “I know exactly how much longer you can go.” He lightly kissed Shika’s temple.

Without warning, Neji reached up and unclamped Shika’s nipples, tossing the chain aside. Shikamaru’s eyes went impossibly wide, and Neji counted heartbeats until Shika’s face twisted with the pain of returning blood flow. Neji waited until just that moment and then brought his hand down again in a firm smack on Shika’s ass. Shikamaru made a strangled, choking sound just before Neji raised his hand and did it again.

After the second smack, Shikamaru wailed.

Neji felt one of the few remaining shreds of his control snap, and a fire bloomed in his gut to ignite every vein in his body.

“Hands and knees. Now.” Neji released Shika to fall forward onto the ottoman. Shikamaru managed to pull himself up onto his hands while Neji stepped off the furniture and moved around to one side. He reached out and put a firm hand at the base of Shika’s skull, pulling him closer. Then Neji reached into his pants and pulled out his weeping cock. Neji hissed between clenched teeth at the sensation.

“Open wide, pet,” Neji rasped and nearly came at the sight of Shika’s face, eyes glazed and mouth slack.

Somehow Neji managed not to just slam into the back of Shikamaru’s throat in a single thrust. Instead, he clenched one hand against Shika’s neck and slid his cock slowly into the Nara’s mouth. An eager tongue immediately began lapping, and Neji got to watch this time as Shika sucked and licked his dick.

“Fuck,” Neji cried and his head fell back as his hips pistoned forward. Shika moaned and swirled his tongue faster around the head of Neji’s cock. He dipped his head further and swallowed Neji whole before pulling back to lick again.

White flashed in Neji’s field of vision, and the last vestige of control fell away.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” Neji growled. “Get me off, boy, and I’ll think about letting you come.”

Shika mewled and bobbed his head faster, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. His body trembled and Neji tightened his grip on the back of Shika’s neck.

Neji’s other hand gripped Shika’s hair, and he snarled. “But don’t you dare fucking come from sucking me off, boy.”

Shika responded with a particularly hard suck and a vicious flick of his tongue over the head of Neji’c cock.

Neji’s head fell back again. “Christ,” he hissed. “But your mouth feels…”

Neji didn’t finish. His stomach and balls tensed, and he knew the second before it happened that this orgasm was going to be brutal.

“Shika,” Neji barely whispered as pleasure took him, fierce and hot. Neji’s spine went rigid as he spilled into Shikamaru’s mouth. He felt like he left his body for the sake of sheer sensation, every nerve singing for achingly long seconds. Neji groaned, long and low, head back, mouth slack, eyes closed.

Shika swallowed and moaned around the intrusion in his mouth, and Neji nearly staggered as he slowly came back down off the high. He breathed deeply through his nose, and his mind searched for reality.

Finally, Neji withdrew from Shika’s mouth and for a moment both of them panted, Neji’s hands loose in Shikamaru’s hair. Shika’s arms shook and he finally had to go down onto his elbows to support his weight. That brought Neji out of the haze enough to remind him of what he wanted to do.

Sinking down onto his knees, Neji tilted Shika’s face up to kiss him. He tasted himself in Shika’s mouth and moaned, tongue teasing alongside of Shika’s. When he broke away from the kiss, wet slicks of saliva linked their lips.

“Don’t move,” Neji whispered, hoarse. Shika’s head fell forward limply when Neji released him. Neji wasn’t even sure if Shika was aware of where he was, but he blinked slowly and didn’t shift when Neji stood.

Neji tucked himself back into the loose pants and retrieved the last two items from his black bag. Forgoing the use of commands, Neji grabbed Shika’s ankles and pulled him backward until his feet hung off one side of the ottoman. Shikamaru let out an undignified squeak at being moved in such a way, but he let Neji shift his body where he wanted it.

“Since you seem to have a hard time staying still when something feels good…” Neji trailed off and extended the thin spreader bar until it snapped into place. He kneeled behind Shika and secured one padded cuff around Shika’s thigh, just above the knee.

“Spread your legs wide for me, baby,” Neji said, one hand petting Shika’s lower back. “I want to see all of you.”

Shika made an inarticulate noise and obeyed. Neji pushed his legs even wider and then secured the other cuff on the other thigh. Shika trembled and Neji made soothing noises while rubbing slow circles on Shika’s lower back.

“Turn your head and watch me,” Neji said. He uncapped the lube and smiled. This particular stuff was flavored, and it warmed up and tingled once applied to skin. Neji turned to meet Shika’s eyes in the mirror. The ottoman was the exact right height so that if Neji knelt, it put Neji’s face at eye-level with the top of Shika’s ass. Neji smiled at Shika’s nearly-frantic expression in the mirror.

“Good boy,” Neji said. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Then he squeezed lube onto his fingers and quickly smeared it down the cleft of Shika’s ass, circling the ring of muscle around his opening before sliding his hand under Shika to sweep over balls and rigid cock.

Neji heard and felt Shika panting hard, little whines and noises escaping his lips with each breath. Neji unsnapped the portion of the cockring that wrapped under Shika’s balls and bent to kiss the reddened patch on Shika’s ass.

When Shika felt Neji’s tongue lap at the top of his cleft, he let out a strangled cry. Neji turned and gazed at Shika in the mirror while he slid his tongue down to swipe over his entrance.

“You’re going to watch me rim and jerk you off, boy. Keep your eyes on the mirror.” Neji turned to stare at Shika for one long second.

“But don’t come just yet, boy. I want my tongue inside you first.”

Neji thought Shika might be saying actual words, but they were so fast and slurred that he couldn’t make them out. No matter – he wanted Shika reduced to a pile of noise and need. It was the desperation behind the sounds that counted.

Running his hands over the globes of Shika’s ass, he quickly lapped over the rim of tense muscle. The lube started to do its job, and it was heated under Neji’s tongue. As the heat grew more intense, Shika started to squirm, but Neji’s hands and the spreader kept him mostly immobile.

Neji blew over Shika’s entrance before he leaned in and gently pressed his tongue into Shika’s body. He sighed when Shika jerked and sobbed, and Shika only got louder as Neji’s tongue slid deeper. He fucked Shika like that for a long while, hands gripping skin and tongue on fire from the lube. If it was intense for Neji, it was torture for Shika – whose ass, balls, and cock were now alight with the sensation. Neji gloried at that thought and fucked Shika faster with his tongue.

Time slowed and expanded, and it was both mere moments and a hundred hours until Neji had his fill of listening to Shika’s nearly continuous sobbing cries. Finally he had mercy and pulled back to circle the entrance again, the muscle there much less tense. Neji slid one hand between Shika’s painfully-spread legs and wrapped it around his cock.

“That was perfect, Shika,” Neji said, breath ghosting over the skin of Shika’s ass. “Now you can come.”

Neji glanced in the mirror and saw that Shika’s eyes were still open, though Neji wasn’t sure they were focused. And as Neji bent back to tease Shika’s hole again, he heard Shika start to whisper in between grunts and sighs of bliss.

“Master.” Neji’s heart did a little bounce and stutter, but Neji didn’t pause in his ministrations, and he tightened his grip on Shika’s cock to pump hard and fast.

“My master.”

Neji plunged his tongue deep inside of Shika and felt the muscles there spasm as Shikamaru came with a rasping cry, his body reduced to a shaking, heaving mess. Neji worked Shika through the aftershocks, and the Nara openly sobbed his pleasure and release.

Finally, Neji’s mouth fell away, and his touch grew light on Shika’s tender cock. As Neji stood, he ran his hands soothingly over damp skin. Shika’s breathing was erratic and staccato, which worried Neji a bit.

Quickly Neji undid the spreader and let it fall to the floor. He gently guided Shika onto his side on the ottoman and smoothed sweaty hair away from his face. Shikamaru was flying, but tears slowly slid from his unfocused eyes. Neji’s heart constricted, but he merely leaned down to kiss Shika’s temple before he focused on getting Shika out of the cuffs.

Once those were off, Neji ever-so-gently removed the cockring and set it aside. Then Neji put arms under Shika’s knees and back.

“Hang on to me, Shika.” Neji waited until Shikamaru turned and wrapped his arms around his neck before he picked Shika up bridal style.

“Burns,” Shika whimpered against Neji’s neck as they moved up the stairs headed for Neji’s bedroom. Neji was fairly sure Shika was talking about the lube…

“I know, baby. I’ll take care of it.” Neji kissed Shika’s cheek and his lips came back moist and salty.

Neji crossed the landing and walked into his room, long strides allowing him to reach the master bathroom in a matter of seconds. The bathroom had a sitting area, a huge glass shower, and a soaking tub surrounded by white columns and windows that was big enough for four people.

Neji carefully set Shika down on an over-sized chair. “Wait here,” Neji commanded when Shika clung to his wrist. Blinking Shikamaru let go with a sigh.

It seemed like Neji’s heart was pounding harder now that it was earlier, which Neji would have thought impossible. He filled a glass with water from the tap and handed it to Shika.

“Drink,” Neji commanded before turning back and running warm water into the sink. While that water got hot, Neji went over to the tub and turned the water on there, too, stopping the drain. He grabbed a wash cloth and some soap and wet the cloth in the sink. Stepping back over to Shikamaru, Neji started to wipe down his lover’s skin with the warm cloth. Shika drained the last of the water, and Neji set the glass aside. He nudged Shika’s legs apart and started to wipe off the tingling lube with a gentle touch. Shika squirmed but otherwise didn’t respond.

Neji knew the cloth wouldn’t really do the job, so he stripped off his pants and pulled Shika up from the chair. Shikamaru wasn’t quite as limp as before, and they walked over to the tub together. Neji helped Shika in first and then sank in after him. It was only half full, but the water was steaming hot. Neji adjusted the temperature and then turned Shika until he could lean back against him. The position reminded Neji of the lounge back at the Palace, and he smiled with the memory.

But this time, Shika didn’t jump up and say he had to leave. He didn’t act uncomfortable or ashamed, and he didn’t leave Neji standing in a dark room wondering if he’d ever come back.

Instead, Shika moved so that he could rest his cheek against Neji’s chest, and one arm slid behind his back. The tears stopped, and Neji deduced that they weren’t from pain or discomfort but just a side effect of the evening. Neji gently washed Shika, the movements almost lazy. Even when Neji slid the cloth between Shika’s buttocks to wash away any lube that might still be there, Shika didn’t jerk away. He sighed against Neji’s skin and held him tighter, but he made no move to stop Neji.

After a few minutes Neji turned off the water, and he felt Shika relax against him in sleep. Neji wanted to wake the man and ask him questions, get a little reassurance for himself. Instead, Neji wrapped his arms around his lover and closed his eyes. Thankfully his overly-rational brain told him that the greatest sign of Shika’s state of mind was his relaxed and dozing form in Neji’s arms.

Still, Neji lightly stroked Shika’s skin and replayed every event in the evening to make sure he hadn’t overstepped boundaries anywhere. With the exception of the ice – which was harmless, of course – Neji didn’t remember Shika being terrifically uncomfortable at any point. Neji stayed true to his word the entire night, and he made conscious effort to do the things Shika confessed he liked back in the garden.

God, had that been tonight? Neji shook himself a little, and Shika made a soft, disgruntled noise. Neji smiled down at him and kissed the top of Shika’s head.

Finally finding no evident flaws in his actions for the evening, Neji yawned and yanked the stopper out of the drain. Shika stirred and sat up to blink blearily at Neji. It was cute enough to hurt.

“Can I sleep with you?” Shika asked.

Neji smiled. “I don’t think I’m going to give you a choice.”

Shika smiled a little and then grunted. They got out of the tub and Shika let Neji dry them both off. Neji scrutinized Shika’s backside while he did so and found that all traces of the spanking were gone. He sighed in relief.

While Neji brushed his teeth and braided his hair, Shika wandered out of the bathroom. Neji assumed he would be in bed when he made it into the other room, but instead Shika stood with his arms crossed and brow creased into a frown.

“What’s wrong?” Neji asked, alarmed.

“I didn’t know which side was yours,” Shika explained.

Neji chuckled and pulled Shika to him. He kissed him soundly. “I sleep in the middle, usually. But I favor my right side, so you take the right.”

Shika nodded and the men climbed into the massive bed.

“You sleep by yourself in this thing?” Shika commented as he beat a pillow into submission. Neji felt a pang of sympathy for the pillow.

“Usually.”

Shika yawned. “Well, we’ll have plenty of room I guess.”

“I’m not so sure you will,” Neji said and wrapped himself around Shikamaru. He buried his nose in Shika’s soft hair and breathed in the Nara’s smell.

Shika grunted but settled down in Neji’s arms all the same. He yawned.

“Good night,” Neji said.

“’night,” Shika mumbled.

Neji didn’t say the next three words that pressed against his lips, but he felt them. So instead of speaking he kissed Shikamaru’s shoulder and held him tightly until sleep finally took him.

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A/N: Seriously some of the comments on this have made my day (week/month, pick your time line). "I've never been so thirsty" had me cackling, Prism.

And Jordash00? I don't owe you cookies, I owe you cookie CAKE. XD (And a message over on FF.net - haven't forgotten!!)

I *would* apologize for the cliffhangers were they not so nicely feeding my sadism.

Thank you each and every one! Drives me a little crazy that I can't comment back to each of you - do find me over on Y!Gal or LJ should you be so inclined!

More coming soon - story far, far from over.

Much love and pointy things.

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