A Troublesome Series of Events

This chapter was basically done for fanservice and because we wanted to. xD It helps the plot a little, I suppose, but there was really no point.

...Not that I'm sure anyone minds. Mmmmm, Itachi.

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Tsunade glanced up as Shikamaru came in, quickly offering up a scroll and launching into explanation.

“Shikamaru, this mission just came out of the wood works but we’ve been working on getting to this point for a while. This village is a small one, on the border between us and Suna but allied to no one. They’re willing to become allies, but we need you to get this scroll to them within the next four days for that to happen. We’re sending you because we need an intelligent ninja to smooth out anything further, and any other competent shinobi’s are on other missions.”

Shikamaru nodded, studying the sealed scroll briefly before tucking it into a vest pocket. “Do I get a team or is this a solo mission?” he asked.

“It’s your decision. The available ninja are mostly chuunin like you. If you think you can do better with them, bring them. If you’re comfortable alone, go alone. The village should pose no threat, but if you want to feel safe…” Tsunade trailed off. She trusted Shikamaru to be smart enough to get out of trouble, but a partner might be good. She sighed, shaking her head. It was Shikamaru’s call.

Shikamaru nodded again, quickly going through who he had to choose from. After a minute he asked, “Is Sakura available or is she full at the hospital? Or if she can’t, then Ino?” Better to inquire now than to go running around in circles.

“I can arrange for Sakura. I’m sorry Shikamaru; I completely forgot about your condition, you would need a healer in case anything went wrong.” Tsunade said, rubbing the bridge of her nose. It was hard for her, even with all of her experience, to remember that a male was pregnant under her watch.

“Head for the gates, Sakura will meet you there.”

Shikamaru gave a slight bow and turned, leaving the room. He was sure he had everything he would need with him, so he didn’t bother stopping back at his place. Someone would go over soon enough to watch over Sasuke anyway so he didn’t need to tell them he had a mission.

So he just sat down by the village entrance, studying the map that had been wrapped around the scroll while waiting for Sakura.

“Shikamaru!” Sakura shouted upon seeing the males form by the gates. She hoped he hadn’t been waiting too long, she’d come as soon as she was told of her mission by Tsunade. She stopped by the boy, bending down.

“Ready to go?”

Shikamaru glanced up at the shout, rolling up the map separately from the scroll now and stuck in his weapon’s pouch for easier access. He stood up and, brushing off his pants, nodded.

“Yeah. You know the details?”

Sakura nodded, raking his frame with her eyes. She didn't see anything abnormal, no sallowness in his skin, no circles under his eyes. She paid particular attention to his stomach, wondering if the baby was growing at a normal rate or not.

"Let’s go then." She said, beginning to walk in the direction they needed to go, waiting to get into the trees before they began running.

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Shikamaru stopped on a tree branch hours later. “We should stop for tonight,” he said, “and set up a camp. It’s only another day and a half or so to the village, so it should work out fine.”

“Right.” Sakura agreed, stopping on a nearby branch. She dropped down, immediately setting to work on setting up the camp. Later, as they were both relaxing in their fully set up campsite, Sakura leaned forward.

“So, Shikamaru. Are you living with Sasuke or Naruto?”

Shikamaru huffed a sigh and took a bite of the re-hydrated food to put off answering. After he swallowed he finally answered with, “Technically, Sasuke.”

Sakura raised a brow, leaning back as she took in the possible meanings.

“Technically?” She asked, giving the Nara a curious look.

Shikamaru nodded, scooting a bit farther away from the dying fire to lay down and stare up the sky through the tree branches.

“Mm. Naruto hasn’t moved in yet.”

Sakura felt her eyes widen, nearly bulging even. She opened her mouth, but caught herself. She’d learned to count to five before speaking when she felt that welling of excitement in her chest, it let her collect her thoughts and not spew random nonsense and annoying questions.

“How are Naruto and Sasuke taking this development?” She asked, breathing out softly and letting the other, less constructive and more nosey questions go.

“Better than I thought they would, truthfully,” he said, turning his head to look over at her. “They were squabbling more like friends than fighting this morning. I just hope they won’t get more intense than that, especially when I’m not there; like now.”

Sakura smiled, shaking her head at Shikamaru. For such a smart ninja, he hadn’t noticed? Well, maybe it was from being with them so much…

“They somehow fight less when left alone. At least physically. They seem to have some, almost boorish in fact, need to prove themselves when others are ‘watching’ them.” She said, laughing slightly as she remembered some of her genin days.

“I suppose that’s true. Let’s just hope that hasn’t changed over the years, too, hm?” Shika said with a small, playful smirk. “Thanks, by the way,” he added, “for not rushing over last night like everyone else when they heard he was back.”

Sakura’s smile became a little less soft and a bit more pained at that. She turned her head from the boy, staring off into the distance.

“I wasn’t being nice. I was being a coward.” She said truthfully. She’d been afraid to see Sasuke again, afraid to find out if she’d gotten over him or not, afraid to see what kind of a person he’d grown into. She was still afraid.

“Well, you shouldn’t be. I’m sure he wants to see you again. As long as you don’t scream, that is. Ino did that enough last night for everyone,” he said, trying to interject some humor into it.

Sakura smiled despite herself. Of course Ino would have the daring to go and see Sasuke again. That girl had always had more balls then the men she hung around with.

“I’ll bet. But I’m sure tears and sobs would be just as annoying.” She said with a slight giggle. Sasuke would probably be so uncomfortable if she started crying, like she knew she would.

Shikamaru shrugged slightly. “At least you can still hear. I swear my ears were ringing for an hour after she left,” he said. “But really, after this mission we should all make time to get together again. A Rookie Nine reunion, y’know?”

Sakura laid on her back, closing her eyes and imagining what that would be like. A reunion, a full-fledged reunion with everyone together again.

“That would be so nice…” She said aloud, agreeing with Shikamaru.

Shikamaru turned his gaze back upwards. “We could pull some money together and rent out the bar a street down from Ichiraku’s,” he suggested, mind already working out what would need to be done for the small party.

Sakura nodded energetically, feeling happiness and excitement chase her nostalgic fear away like useless cobwebs.

“Yes, yes we could! And if we all pitch in it won’t even cost that much!” She said happily, wanting to finish with this mission ASAP now.

Shikamaru grinned a little. “We’ll just have to make sure we all have time off at the same time,” he said, sitting up and looking towards Sakura again. “…So what’s Tsunade’s favourite brand of sake?”

Sakura giggled, rolling onto her side and facing away from Shikamaru.

“I don’t think you need to know that. As your surrogate doctor, I suggest you get some sleep now.” She said, relaxing and intending to do the same.

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A few nights later, on their returning trip to Konoha with one scroll less and a allied village gained, Sakura regretted they’re choice of campsite. It had gotten so cold during the night, she’d been tempted to move over and mooch off of Shikamaru’s body heat. She shivered, getting up and huddling into herself as she began packing up.

“Come on Shikamaru, time to go.” She said groggily.

Shikamaru just grunted in acknowledgment, moving to pack up his part of the campsite. Once done, he stood up and shouldered the pack before destroying the small makeshift fire pit and making it look like no one had even passed through.

From the shadows a pair of red eyes watched, recording all that was happening briefly before switching back to coal. His vision was bad enough without wasting it on watching a routine campsite pick up.

“Shikamaru, I’m going off to the bathroom really quick, alright?” Sakura called, although she knew Shikamaru probably wouldn’t want to know. It was part of a partnership to tell each other where they were going and why, and besides, needing to pee was a natural thing, even for girls. Itachi narrowed his eyes, stilling. Waiting.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes and just sat back on the ground and called out, “Yeah, just hurry up.” He leaned back against a tree with his pack next to him now and closed his eyes.

The Uchiha took his chance, landing with a soft sound across from Shikamaru. He held his hand up, sharingan activated and two kunai poised, ready. His clone slid out from the side of the tree, covering the brunette’s mouth in case he was stupid enough to make noise.

Shikamaru tensed up a little, but just opened one eye lazily then the other, glaring at the Uchiha. He hadn’t really expected him to attack just yet, having noticed him hiding earlier. But obviously patience wasn’t an Uchiha trait.

Itachi kept his eyes activated, but made a motion for his clone to pick the boy up. The chakra induced male stepped around the tree, hoisting the younger up and then gripping him across the chest, pinning his arms.

The original Itachi jumped with no further signal, bounding through the trees with his clone following in pursuit. Left behind at the campsite, Sakura returned, only to be shocked by the absence of her partner. What had happened to Shikamaru?!

“Calm down, girl. The boy will be brought back, eventually…” A soft chuckling was heard from above her, and suddenly the blue man was in front of her. Kisame.

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Shikamaru’s eye twitched slightly as he was carried through the trees. Obviously he wouldn’t go willingly, but did they really think he was stupid enough to fight Itachi alone and without a plan?

Upon no signal, both of the Itachi’s landed within a clearing a few miles away from where they’d left Kisame to deal with the pink haired girl. The one not holding onto Shikamaru turned, not telling his clone to let go yet or deactivating his sharingan.

“Shikamaru. You already know what we want from you.”

Shikamaru let out a sigh through his nose, raising an eyebrow in question. And? Of course he knew, not that he was going to comply.

“We also know what your answer is.” Itachi continued, his hand appearing out of the part in his cloak, separating it and discarding it. He slowly began removing the rest of his clothing as he spoke. “I have been ordered to show you what we are capable of.”

Shikamaru’s eyes widened, tensing in the clone’s grasp. What the hell? He knew what they were capable of and why was he undressing?

…Did he have a ‘please molest me’ sign or something?

“I’m told part of the reason I was chosen, and the way to show you, was due to your previous encounter with Orochimaru and your current relationship with Sasuke.” Itachi added, as if to placate the wild look overtaking Shikamaru’s features. He stepped forward, now only in plain, standard issue boxers.

The clone passed Shikamaru off, turning him so the boy’s back hit Itachi’s bared chest. He began undressing as well, continuing the speech as if he were the one to first begin it.

“We will be returning you at a later time to rejoin your village. Your friend will not be hurt if you co-operate.”

“And this is supposed to convince me how?” Shikamaru asked now that his mouth wasn’t being covered. Really, did they think he was that easily swayed—with sex of all things?

“Any further on the decision I cannot reveal to you.” Itachi stated finally. His clone stepped forward, finished undressing now, and began pulling the clothing off of Shikamaru, soon leaving the boy entirely bare before the two Uchiha’s.

Shikamaru scowled, feeling very awkward in front of them, but couldn’t stop himself from commenting, “Which means you don’t know, do you? You only know what your orders are, not the reasons behind them.”

Both Itachi’s refused to acknowledge him. The one in front of the Nara dropped to his knees, gripping his sac gently and squeezing. His other hand gripped the base, stroking up and down on the flaccid cock. The Uchiha still standing nibbled at Shikamaru’s ear, keeping the boy’s arms pinned with one hand and using the other to begin playing with his nipple.

Shikamaru squirmed, clenching his jaw to keep from making any noises. A shiver ran down his back from the treatment on his ear.

Itachi glanced down the length of Shikamaru’s body, seeing himself begin to increase his pace on the slowly hardening shaft. He let his eyes slide over, to the curse mark he’d been told about. He began laving kisses and nips down Shikamaru’s skin, until he came to the darkened patch of skin. His tongue traced the design softly, knowing just how sensitive it was.

Shikamaru couldn’t hold back a gasp, his head automatically tilting back a little. He felt a rush of sudden hate at Orochimaru for making him more sensitive with that curse mark, but his mind was quickly distracted again.

Feeling the shaft harden quickly under his hand, the kneeling Uchiha looked up. Seeing the other Itachi’s mouth hovering over the curse mark he almost smirked, before lowering his mouth down to Shikamaru’s now swollen member, taking in the end and sucking.

Standing Itachi slipped his hand over to the untouched nipple and began tweaking it a little more harshly then he had the other one.

Shikamaru groaned, eyes fluttering closed and lower body trembling a little as he tried to hold his hips back from moving forward. His breath hitched, eyebrows furrowing a little at the slight pain, eyes opening again, halfway.

Shifting on his knees, Itachi slipped his mouth lower, continuing the suction motion with his throat and mouth all the way down to the base, dropping his hand and reaching between the Nara’s thighs to get at his entrance.

The other Uchiha lightly grazed his teeth over the mark, applying as little pressure as he could while still letting it touch the skin noticeably. Both of his hands were raised by now, tweaking and pinching at the Nara boy’s nipples.

Shikamaru let out a low moan and, not able to keep upright, leaned back against the Itachi behind him. He kept his hips forward, body still needing the stimulation. He reached behind him and gripped at the others waist to keep balanced.

Opening his mouth wider, adjusting his stance to accommodate the Nara leaning against him, Itachi began to apply pressure to the mark. He did it slowly, gradually increasing how hard his teeth pressed against the hypersensitive skin.

Shikamaru closed his eyes and bit his lip to suppress another moan. His body shuddered as the pleasure increased and the coil in his stomach tightened. His eyebrows drew together again and he opened his mouth, a moan catching in his throat mid-way as he reached his peak.

Kneeling Itachi swallowed convulsively, using the spike in the boy’s pleasure as a window to shove all three of his fingers in and stretch him as quickly as possible without tearing the delicate skin and muscle. The standing Uchiha lifted a hand from Shikamaru’s nipples and grasped his chin, turning to force his lips onto the others.

Shikamaru whined softly into the kiss from the sudden moment of pain. He shivered as his prostate was grazed, eyes opening half way to look at Itachi. From this close up it almost seemed like he was Sasuke.

Itachi pulled his fingers out of Shikamaru’s entrance, sliding the warmed digits along the boy’s inner thigh as he pulled them to his lips, sucking them clean sensually before speaking to his double.

“The boy is ready.” Itachi glanced down, letting the kiss drop. He stepped back from the warm body he’d been pressed against, reaching for the hem of his boxers.

Shikamaru panted, trying to regulate his breathing and calm his thoughts. He shivered again, from a small gust of wind, hating himself for craving the body warmth.

The Uchiha still kneeling stood up, swiftly and still somehow elegantly pulling his own boxers down and off, tossing them into the pile the two Uchiha’s had quickly made. He reached out, pushing at Shikamaru’s shoulders, directing him downward, onto his knees.

Shikamaru’s eyes widened and he forced himself to not move away. As much as he doubted Sakura couldn’t handle herself, he didn’t want to chance that she could be hurt.

Moving back behind the boy, Itachi placed a hand at his nape and pushed him forward until he was on his hands and knees. He lowered his hands to Shikamaru’s hips, positioning himself while his double held the boy’s hair, tilting the Nara’s head back and positioning himself in front of Shikamaru’s mouth.

Shikamaru swallowed heavily, moving his gaze up the Uchiha in front of him after trying to look back at the other one without success. If they wanted him to do anything, they’d have to force him to do it.

Both of the Uchiha’s began to push in, the male entering Shikamaru’s mouth using his other hand to keep his jaw opened. Itachi increased his grip on Shikamaru’s hips as he pushed into his tight entrance, feeling a wave of pleasure from the snug grip the teen’s body had on his cock.

Shikamaru made a noise of displeasure, eyes narrowing up at the older male. He concentrated on keeping his mouth and throat loose, not wanting his gag reflex to act up.

Sliding back out of his warm entrance, Itachi let a hand glide up the teen’s spine, leaning forward slightly. His fingers massaged gently at the curse mark, pushing back in slowly. His counterpart at the other end of the Nara’s body held still, waiting for the other Itachi to give him a signal.

Shikamaru shivered again, eyes fluttering shut. He inwardly cursed himself as a moan slipped out, not able to stop it with his mouth held open.

At the moan, Itachi gave the signal and the other began to move in and out of Shikamaru’s mouth and throat, enjoying the feel of the tight and wet enclosure. Both males picked up their pace at an increasing rate, stroking the hot coil in their guts while still remaining quiet. Itachi used his nails to scratch lightly at Shikamaru’s curse mark, pumping in and out of him quickly, hand still at his hip white knuckled.

Trying to keep steady as he was shoved back and forth, Shikamaru could feel his own orgasm approaching again. He whimpered, it forming into a moan as his sweet spot was hit again. He bowed his back downwards a little, fingers digging into the grass and dirt as his hand clenched.

The whimper was enough to drive one of the males over the edge, the Uchiha not really trying to prolong the act and just letting his orgasm wash over him and spurt into Shikamaru’s mouth. The other dark haired male continued pumping into the Nara, even as the now spent Uchiha pulled out of his mouth. His grip on the curse mark increased, his pumping becoming almost hectic as he brought the Nara and himself closer and closer to their peak.

Shikamaru instinctively swallowed down some of the cum, the rest dripping out from his mouth as he panted. Another two thrusts against his prostate and Shikamaru released a low cry, spilling out onto the ground underneath him.

Only a few snaps of his hips after Shikamaru, Itachi came as well, pouring his seed out deep into his body and pulling out with an audible sound. Before the Nara could collapse, Itachi had his arms around his waist and was pulling him to his feet.

“It’s time to go.” The man said, though to the Nara or the other Uchiha wasn’t certain.

Shikamaru wiped at his face, flicking his hand to get the semen off. He had to lean his weight against the elder Uchiha, not trusting his legs yet to hold himself up. He tilted his head just a little to glance up at the sky, letting out a soft sigh.

Itachi took off without any more warning, bolting threw the trees as fluidly and shamelessly as if he still wore his normal clothing and cloak. His double followed close behind, clothes in hand.

Landing in the middle of the abandoned campsite area, Itachi dropped the Nara down, neither harshly or gently. The other Uchiha placed his clothing beside him, before both men jumped away.

The sound of breaking branches and Sakura’s muffled curses soon filled the silence.

Shikamaru scowled and grabbed his clothes, bunching them up a little and covering his groin. He knew Sakura would be in the small clearing soon and, whether or not he got dressed in time, she’d want to examine him. So there was no use in re-clothing himself.

He heaved a sigh and rubbed his eye with the heel of his palm. This was going to be troublesome.

“Shikamaru? Shikamaru, what are you…” Sakura’s eyes widened as she took in the obviously nude boy, rushing to his side and immediately setting to work. Her hands fluttered everywhere, probing and touching and healing wherever it was needed.

“What happened?! I left, and then I couldn’t get back, that blue man, Sasuke’s older brother’s partner…” Sakura said, leaning back. He surprisingly had little injury about him. Except for maybe… "Shikamaru, did… did what Orochimaru…”

Shikamaru just nodded, giving a grunt in agreement as he started redressing. He didn’t feel like discussing it and, really, he was still trying to figure out how that was supposed to convince him to turn traitor to his village.

“Shikamaru, are you hurt… down there? Is anything torn? Did you bleed? I could heal it, I wouldn’t even need to touch it, no hands on, really!” Sakura said, blushing though she had a completely serious face on. She would heal her friend if she had to, she was a medic.

“I’ll be fine,” Shikamaru said with a sigh. “No need to waste more chakra doing that.” He stood up slowly after he finished dressing, heading back over to where his pack had been left. At least they hadn’t taken anything from there, too.

“I’ll just take a soldier pill and we’ll head back to Konoha again.”

Sakura chewed at her lip, standing up and crossing her arms, worry etched into her features. She didn’t want her friend to be in pain, but it was a private area…

“Are you sure? I didn’t use a lot of chakra on your other wounds, there really weren’t any other wounds, it wouldn’t take anything out of me.”

He shook his head, taking out a small red pill from a pocket on his pack. He quickly swallowed it and turned back around, shouldering his pack again.

“It helps just the same for now and if we don’t leave now, we’ll have to stay outside another night.”

Sakura’s worry only abetted slightly from that, nodding halfheartedly. She quickly gathered her things, lower lip being savagely worried by her teeth as she did so.

“Alright, let’s go.” She said, leaping into the trees.

Shikamaru leapt up after her, the extra energy from the pill starting to kick in and keep any pain to a dull throb.

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A few hours and a rest for a quick meal later, he could see the start of Konoha’s walls through the trees. “Did you have orders to go back to the hospital right after?” he asked, turned his head to look at Sakura.

“Not orders, but I was planning on it after visiting home and changing.” Sakura said. She bit her lip again, glancing over at Shikamaru. He seemed so calm about it, she didn’t know what to suggest for him…

“You need to tell… someone, about what happened.” She ventured, slowing down her pace so they wouldn’t reach the gates before it was resolved.

Shikamaru sighed, pausing on a branch and putting his hands into his pockets. “I’ll put in that we encountered them in the missions report. But… no one needs to know the rest,” he said. “It would just cause un-needed panic for everyone.”

“But, Shikamaru, to keep such a big secret from everyone else!” Sakura said, stopping on a nearby branch a little ahead of him, turning to face him with a frown of confusion on her face.

“It’s inconsequential to tell anyone that much, Sakura,” Shikamaru said, frowning. “I wasn’t hurt badly, it didn’t affect the mission and it’s not like I haven’t already had rape therapy.”

“But, it’s not just the rape! It was Itachi! It was Sasuke, Sasuke’s older brother who did it!” She emphasized, moving her hands in a sweeping arch to show the magnitude of the scandal the Uchiha had pulled.

Shikamaru’s frown deepened a little and he brought a hand up to rub at his temple. “And do you know what Sasuke will do if he finds out?” he asked. “Or Naruto? I don’t want Naruto hunting them on my account—not when they’re still after the Kyuubi. It would be easier to keep the information from them if it wasn’t even mentioned in the report or to anyone at all.”

“Shikamaru, at least tell Tsunade, please.” Sakura pleaded, jumping to stand on the branch the other was standing on. “I can understand why you don’t want Sasuke and Naruto to know, or others, but at least tell her.”

“You tell her if you feel you need to,” Shikamaru said, letting his hand drop again. “Can’t stop you either way, but I’m not going to.”

“Alright, I will.” Sakura said, crossing her arms resolutely. She waited for Shikamaru to begin the short journey to the gates within sight.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes and took off again, coming up to the gates within a few minutes. He slowed down as he approached, giving a brief nod to the guards on duty. He turned to Sakura again and said, “I’ll go to the missions office and get the report done. You can talk to Tsunade or… whatever.”

Sakura nodded, both to Shikamaru and the guards. She walked with the Nara through the gates, turning to him and smiling halfheartedly again.

“I’m going to go tell Tsunade now, in person if I can. She’ll probably request to speak with you in person.”

Shikamaru let out a sigh and muttered a troublesome before nodding. “You know where I’ll be then,” he said, heading towards the missions office.

Sakura nodded again, biting her abused lip anxiously as she took off.