A Troublesome Series of Events

Muwah. *3* More plot progress~.

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When the tower was close enough, Shikamaru slowed to a stop and, still not saying anything, just grabbed a hold of Sasuke’s arm and preformed the hand seals for to transport them outside of the Hokage’s office. It was pushing the limits on how much chakra he should use, but if he asked Sasuke to do it, it could create a panic.

He let go once the smoke disappeared and stared at Sasuke for a second before knocking on the office door.

Sasuke glanced around, wondering where the Hokage’s guards were. Hadn’t it been customary for two ninja’s to stand guard outside? Or had that changed while he was gone?

“Where are the guards?” He asked finally, not wanting the question to itch at him in a time when he couldn’t ask it.

“Come in.” Sasuke nearly cursed as he heard Tsunade, knowing he’d taken too long in asking.

Shikamaru just glanced at Sasuke once more before opening the door and walking in. He pushed back any nervousness he felt as he closed the door behind him, leaving it open just a little so Sasuke could still hear and know when to come in.

Sasuke veritably pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t like all this damn secrecy.

“Shikamaru? What brings you here?” Tsunade asked, a genuinely surprised expression taking on her features, pausing in the action of signing one of the many papers on her desk.

“I… actually have a favor to ask of you, Lady Hokage,” he said, consciously using the title to be more respectful for once.

Tsunade narrowed her eyes at the boy in front of her. He wanted something big with this one.

“Well? What is it?” She demanded, dropping the pen she’d been using and folding her hands, giving him an expectant look.

Shikamaru sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “…A friend of mine came to visit me yesterday and… was wondering if you would give him a chance to join the village. I said I would ask for him.”

Tsunade’s eye narrowed even more. Shikamaru was lucky she wasn’t in a bad mood to begin with, but this pussyfooting around wasn’t going to keep her that way for long.

“A friend of yours.” She said flatly. Skepticism dripped from her words.

Shikamaru nodded, wondering to himself how troublesome this would get until they came to an agreement.

“He told me that he would do whatever it took to be a part of Konoha,” he said, inwardly wincing and hoping Tsunade wouldn’t do too much.

Sitting back, the fifth stared at Shikamaru thoughtfully.

“Well, just what exactly can this… friend.” She said the word sarcastically. “Do for this village?”

Shikamaru had to hold back a smirk, keeping a bored look on his face. “I’m certain that, given time, he could be a valuable shinobi to the village and help us in the wars against the Sound and Akatsuki.”

Tsunade raised an eyebrow.

“So then, your friend would be a shinobi of some skill. If this friend of yours is so potentially valuable, then why are you hiding them outside my door?”

“I’m not hiding anyone,” he said, shrugging. “If I wanted to hide someone, I’d find a better way than just leaving him out there. I just wanted to make sure he had a chance before bringing him in.”

“Let me rephrase it then. Why is the boy, your supposed ‘friend’, outside of my office when you know that Konoha will look over anyone wishing to join. What makes him a special case.” Tsunade was actually slightly irked that she couldn’t read the chakra. Whoever it was, was skilled enough to mask their chakra signature from her.

Shikamaru sighed, bringing a hand up to scratch lightly at his cheek. “Because he doesn’t have the best reputation around here,” he said, knowing he was understating that.

“Then we’ll place him in your care and I’ll assign whichever Jonin has the time to check in daily on you two. Send him in and we can work out the fine details.” She explained, ending it with an order.

Shikamaru blinked, almost certain it would have been a little harder than that. He nodded and, slipping his hand back in his pocket, moved back to the door and idly kicked it open for the Uchiha.

Tsunade’s eyes widened as she watched the younger Uchiha waltz in, looking nonplussed about being kept waiting in the hall. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but the last seemingly sane Uchiha wasn’t it.

“Where did you find him?” She asked a little breathlessly.

“Like I said, he visited me yesterday,” Shikamaru said with another shrug.

Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched at their latest topic of conversation. Where did Shikamaru find him? What was he, some stray mutt?

“Shikamaru, who knows about him?” Tsunade asked, quickly coming back from her surprise and switching to professional again.

“Hinata came by this morning to check on me and saw him sleeping,” he said, leaving out how he was found sleeping. “And don’t worry about Naruto. He already knows too.”

Tsunade slumped back, rubbing her fingers across her eyes. The two worst people to find the two… aside from Sakura.

“Well then… What to do with you…” She looked up, tapping her chin. What she’d suggested earlier would work, and the villagers would accept him back with open arms. It was really some of the ninja’s that would have to be won over…

Shikamaru stood silent, watching Tsunade and shifting his gaze every now and then to Sasuke for a second. He knew the Uchiha deserved some sort of punishment for all of his betrayals but he just hoped it wouldn’t be too much.

Tsunade placed her elbows on the table, lacing her fingers and dropping her head against her knuckles. She knew he deserved some form of punishment, but she couldn’t think of anything at the moment. She was still so bowled over by the fact that he was back.

“…You’re assigned to live with Shikamaru until further notice. If I ever see or sense Sasuke out of your sight, Nara, he’s getting shoved into a cell and guarded by ANBU. If you ever need to leave, god forbid, then Sasuke will be forced to stay with someone else until you return. I think Kakashi has an open schedule, he’ll be checking in on you. If not him then Gai.” Tsunade began, trying to think. That covered watching the boy, as for punishing…

“Sasuke will divulge everything he went through, everything he was taught, and everything he knows about Orochimaru. I have to speak with the council, but he will most likely be assigned low ranking missions to work of a set period of hours.” She rubbed at her eyes again, sighing. This meant more damn paper work.

Shikamaru nodded; the first part was to be expected. He inwardly cringed at the rest, knowing the Uchiha wouldn’t like talking about his now-former sensei. It was one thing for it to happen, but to talk about it would be a blow to his pride.

Sasuke glared, not liking anything other than the fact he was being ordered to be near Shikamaru. He didn’t know what else Tsunade could do, but he still didn’t like it.

“Well, off the top of my head, I can’t think of anything more. Go. Try to stay low until I can get word out to the populace, but if you must, just do a simple jutsu to change his appearance. Within the hour all the ninja in Konoha will know of this.” She didn’t sound too happy towards the end, waving her hand to dismiss them.

Shikamaru gave another nod, expecting to have his home bombarded by his friends within the next few hours. He just hoped it would go over well.

He turned and headed out the door, planning on just doing another transportation jutsu out of the tower.

Sasuke gave the Hokage one last glare, before turning and joining Shikamaru out in the hall. He closed the doors behind him, turning to look at the Nara.

“Why don’t I do the transportation this time?” He asked. He knew from experience the amount of chakra it took, and he also remembered that Shikamaru hadn’t had a lot of chakra to spare as genin.

Shikamaru glanced over at Sasuke and nodded after a moment’s pause, saying, “Alright.”

If everyone was to know the Uchiha was back in an hour or two, using his chakra shouldn’t be a big problem for as brief as it would be.

“Shouldn’t you have told Tsunade about Naruto moving in with us?” Sasuke asked, stepping up to Shikamaru and summoning up the necessary chakra.

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “She has enough to get done right now and it’d be too troublesome to go back in there. Naruto should be telling her in the next day or two anyway.”

Sasuke shrugged, grabbing Shikamaru’s elbows and completing the jutsu. He let his hands linger on Shikamaru, wanting to lean in and kiss the boy for no apparent reason.

Did all people have such sappy feelings locked away within themselves, or was he that lonely before?

Shikamaru pulled away once they appeared in his living room and moved to sit down on the couch. He was already ready to sleep for the night despite that it was just past dusk. He planned to wait another hour in case anyone stopped by.

“That wasn’t too bad,” he muttered, looking over at Sasuke.

The Uchiha shrugged, moving to sit on the couch beside the other. He could already feel the restless urge to touch Shikamaru building in his fingertips, tingling over his mouth. He crossed his legs, sitting back with his hands on the knee that overlapped the other. He had control. Hormones wouldn’t control him.

“…So, what do you want to do?”

Shikamaru leaned further back against the couch, relaxing into it. He sighed softly and gave a shrug of his own.

“Whatever. I never have anything thrilling to do here anyway.”

Sasuke began tapping his fingers. The lack of anything to interest him wasn’t helping his cause. He briefly wondered if Shikamaru wouldn’t mind doing anything more, especially after how their last venture had ended.

“So…”

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. He didn’t understand how some people always had to be doing something. It’s always been a lot nicer for him to just lay around and relax.

“Do you play shogi?”

Sasuke glanced at the Nara, wondering if the boy knew of his almost problem and was teasing him or not. He nodded despite his suspicions, allowing the back of his mind to begin fantasizing once again about the Nara.

“From time to time.”

“Hm. Well, if you need to be doing something, we can play a game,” he said. “I have a set tucked away in my closet. I also have Go if you prefer that.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the Nara. He had other kinds of games he would have much rather liked to play…

“I’m not picky. Whichever you feel like doing.”

Shikamaru nodded and stood up, padding over to his hall closet. He brought down the shogi board and pieces from the top shelf and brought it back over, setting it down on the floor before sitting down in front of it with a small yawn.

Sasuke moved down himself, flushing only slightly as he felt the half raised results of his fantasizing. He crossed his legs, willing himself to wilt.

“How long do you think it will take for word to get out?” He asked, hunching forward with his elbows on his knees.

Shikamaru started picking up the pieces and setting them on the board in their starting positions. “Mm, at most four hours,” he said. “It depends on when Ino finds out and if she decides to spread it around or rush over.”

“True. Sakura will rush over as soon as she hears.” The thought of the pink haired kunoichi was enough to alleviate him of his problem all together. He moved to help, though by the time he joined in it was almost all set up.

“This means we’ll have to be careful about where we do it.”

Shikamaru let out a snort, smirking. “Is that all you think about?” he asked. After a moment’s thought, he took off a couple of his pieces to create a handicap.

“What else would I think about? I never got to experience the pleasures of consensual sex until recently.” Sasuke said, narrowing his eyes at the handicap. He knew Shikamaru was a genius, but did he really think he would need the help?

“Fair enough,” Shikamaru said. He almost rolled his eyes once he looked up at Sasuke. “If you want, I can put them back,” he said, referring to the game pieces. “I just figured you might be rusty if you don’t play that often. And I still play at least once a week with my dad, so…” He trailed off, shrugging.

Sasuke sighed, waving his hand dismissively.

“I would rather be doing other things to you instead of with you.” He explained truthfully. “But it’s fine.” He hated how petulant he sounded, but didn’t know of a way to fix it without sounding even more childish.

Shikamaru smirked again. “How about if you win a game, you can do whatever you want to me,” he said as he slid the first piece forward on the board without even looking down.

“Sounds like a deal to me. Do you want anything if you win?” Sasuke asked, eyes a little more focused on the board now. He slid his own piece forward, eyes glancing up at the Nara.

Shikamaru shrugged, glancing down at the board. He scanned over the pieces for a few seconds before making his next move.

“I’ll think of something,” he said finally.

Sasuke cocked his head at Shikamaru, his mind drifting for a bit on what it was Shikamaru could want. Would he want something along the lines of what he himself wanted? Or something utterly Shikamaru, like to be left alone while he napped?

Shaking his head, he looked down again. After a time he moved another piece.

Shikamaru kept his eyes on the board, moving a piece forward after barely a second’s thought.

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“Checkmate,” the Nara finally muttered two hours later. He yawned and leaned back a little, uncrossing his legs and stretching them out.

Sasuke scowled, looking over the board to see if there was any way to recover. Seeing nothing, he joined the Nara in leaning back, supporting himself up with his hands. He’d been close to winning at a few points too! Or at least, he thought he had been.

“You win…”

Shikamaru smirked and laid down on the floor, not feeling like standing up. He closed his eyes and pillowed his head on his hands.

“You’re a good player, though. Better than a lot of people I’ve tried playing with.”

“But now I’m at your mercy instead of vice versa.” Sasuke said, tilting his head back and sighing again. It wouldn’t be so bad, he supposed. Shikamaru would be too lazy to do anything exceedingly horrible to him.

A slight grin formed on his lips and he opened one eye, looking over at the Uchiha. “And the first thing you have to do is clean up the board and put it away.” He paused then added, “Be careful with it, too. It was Asuma’s.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at Shikamaru, sitting up and moving the pieces back.

“What, I’m your personal servant for the rest of the night?” He asked, smirking lightly as he picked it up, bringing it where Shikamaru had gotten it from to begin with.

Shikamaru closed his eye again, grin widening a little. “Only until I fall asleep,” he said.

“Then I have nothing to worry about.” Sasuke said, sitting down beside the still laying boy.

Shikamaru shrugged and just said, “You know, a massage would be nice.” He made no move to get up, though, still keeping his eyes closed.

Sasuke smirked down at the boy, lifting his hands and cracking his knuckles.

“I think I could do that. Where exactly do you want your massage to be?” He asked, chuckling lightly.

“Mm, why not just do a full body massage,” he said, a smirk tugging at his own lips.

“Flip over then.” Sasuke said, turning so that he was kneeling beside Shikamaru. He’d never actually given someone a massage before, but he was sure he would do it fine.

Shikamaru nodded and sat up to slip off his chuunin vest, leaving him in his all black clothing. He shifted to turn over onto his stomach, letting out a sigh as he settled into a comfortable position.

Sasuke smirked, rubbing his hands a bit. He got onto one knee, slipping his leg across Shikamaru’s, sliding over until he was straddling the Nara’s lower back. He slid his hands up the back of his shirt, caressing at the skin as he moved the shirt up.

“Might want to take this off.” He purred softly.

Shikamaru tilted his head to the side to be able to look at Sasuke, smirking a little. “You do it,” he said. “I’m too comfortable to move myself.”

Sasuke snorted, his lips still tilted in a devious way. He slipped one arm down around the Nara’s waist and lifted him up gently; knowing Shikamaru wouldn’t do much by way of helping. He pulled the whole shirt up under his arms, before maneuvering it off completely.

“I hope you’re not too comfortable to move after I finish your backside.” Sasuke whispered against his ear after leaning forward, his hands caressing at Shikamaru’s sides.

Shikamaru shivered lightly, from both the cool air and touches, and chuckled, closing his eyes again. “Well if I am, you’ll just have to move me, won’t you?”

Sasuke snorted, shifting his weight. He activated his sharingan, planning to watch all of Shikamaru’s movements and record what did the best. If all went well, he’d only have to do the one massage without being sure of his skills.

He lifted his hands, starting at Shikamaru’s shoulders. He felt out the knots with his fingers, soothing them.

Shikamaru released another soft sigh, relaxing more as he worked out the knots and kinks. It surprised even himself how tense his body was despite that he was always laid-back.

Sasuke slipped his hands lower, seeing the results of his technique improving as he went. It took fewer movements to loosen Shikamaru’s muscles, to relax him enough to sigh. He smirked smugly, continuing down even more.

“Shikamaru, turn over.” Sasuke spoke once he’d finished off, gotten off to reach his legs and feet.

Shikamaru heaved a sigh and pushed himself up with a grunt, turning over. He settled back down, never opening his eyes.

Sasuke eyed Shikamaru, seeing no sign of his doing good with his massage. He lifted his hands, making the motion for cracking knuckles without the sound issuing forth. His knuckles could only crack once every hour or so.

He set to work, focusing on doing things that would both relax the boy’s muscles and also stimulate him, using his sharingan to the best of his abilities to memorize Shikamaru’s body and his reactions.

Shikamaru’s lips twitched upwards into a small smile. He shivered a little as Sasuke moved to his thighs and he shifted just slightly again.

Sasuke smirked as he reached the Nara’s thighs. He slipped his fingers into the hemline of his pants, pulling them down along with whatever he was wearing underneath. He almost licked his lips at the sight of Shikamaru bare before him, but held it in. He still had to finish his massage.

The Uchiha lowered his hands, keeping up his attack, massaging over all of Shikamaru’s thigh. He paid close attention to the inner thigh, rubbing his fingers gently against the smooth skin, inching closer and closer to the boy’s genitals.

Shikamaru bit at the insides of his cheeks, holding back a small groan. He could feel his arousal starting to grow, part of him wishing it would go away and the other wanting more.

Sasuke let his smirk grow as Shikamaru finally responded the way he wanted him to. He purposely avoided touching him anywhere intimate, skimming as close as he could before descending. He continued his massage all the way down before looking back up.

"Done, Shikamaru.” He slipped his legs over the boy’s own, sliding up until he was just under his risen manhood. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Shikamaru’s shoulders. “Anything else you want?”

Shikamaru opened his eyes to look up at the Uchiha, breathing just slightly labored. He scowled a little and said, “What do you think? You’re not done; you haven’t massaged all of my body, like you agreed.”

Sasuke snickered, sliding a fingernail across the base of Shikamaru’s rigid cock.

“Oh, but I did massage all of your body! A massage deals with your muscles, and I did that.” Sasuke said, licking his lips as he ghosted his fingers up the sides, not quite touching.

Shikamaru groaned, willing himself not to arch into the touches. “If I’d wanted a professional massage, I’d have asked Sakura, Hinata or even Neji,” he said, scoffing.

“With these eye’s, I’m a professional now.” Sasuke said, lifting his sharingan up from the weeping erection. He took pity on both himself and Shikamaru, finally touching the hot length by grasping the base. He gave a small jerk, pumping from bottom to top and pausing. He ran his thumb over the slit, feeling a hot liquid under the calloused pad.

Shikamaru opened his mouth to respond, but only a moan came out. He arching his hips up a little, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.

Sasuke scooted back, continuing to slide his hand up and down, randomly stopping to caress the slit with his thumb. He let himself ease down, his hand slowing down as his mouth latched onto the end, replacing his thumb with his tongue.

The Nara’s eyes fluttered shut at the heat, another low moan escaping him. He raised his hips more, trying to get further contact and stimulation within the other’s warm mouth.

Sasuke sucked hard, cheeks hollowing out as he did so. He relaxed his throat, dipping down until his lips touched his clenched fist and then coming back up. He repeated the process, twirling his tongue as much as he could all the while.

Shikamaru writhed slightly under him, feeling the coil of pleasure tighten in his gut. He instinctively brought a hand down to thread into Sasuke’s hair—though didn’t tug his head down—the other feebly trying to grip at the carpet.

Sasuke glanced up, suckling at the bulb of the Nara’s cock fervently. He could feel his own hard on throbbing between his legs, demanding selfishly for the same treatment to be done to it. He ignored it, placating it slightly with thoughts of after Shikamaru reached his release.

Shikamaru shuddered, letting out a soft moan. He arched up off the floor and, grip tightening in the Uchiha’s hair, came as he cried out again.

Sasuke swallowed it all down convulsively, his grip tightening lightly on the Nara’s meat as he did so. It didn’t taste like the finest of wines, but it didn’t taste bad. He drew back with a smile, just a bit of stringy seed trailing down the side of his mouth.

“Feel good, Shikamaru?”

Shikamaru just nodded, trying to get his breathing steady again. He opened his eyes, turning his gaze onto Sasuke and smirked faintly.

“You’re not too bad with massages,” he muttered, teasing.

“Mmm, well, let’s just see how good you are then…” Sasuke said voice husky once again. He began moving up Shikamaru’s body again, rubbing his pulsating bulge against him as much as he could.

Before he could even reach Shikamaru’s mouth with a seed salted kiss, the door suddenly rattled violently. Cursing flew through the wood, and then banging ensued.

“Shikamaru, you know I hate picking locks!” Ino’s haughty voice shot through the silence. Sasuke’s eyes widened, before a hand was quickly at his mouth, wiping the cum from his skin as he shot off of Shikamaru.

“Quick, get dressed!” He hissed lowly, hearing the sounds of Ino breaking in. The girl was too impatient to wait, and from the cursing to excited to properly pick the lock.

Shikamaru’s eyes widened too and he sat up, cursing matching with his teammate’s. He struggled to get his pants up, not caring if his boxers were bunched up inside them as he fastened them.

Sasuke tossed Shikamaru his shirt, uncomfortably aware of his problem still begging with insatiable tenacity to be touched. He heard a click before he could disappear into the bedroom or bathroom, and suddenly Ino was upon them.