What Can I Do For You?

I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.



Summary: Neji witnesses Shikamaru masturbating and finds himself unable to release the image from his mind.Kiriban gift for MayaNara on Y-gal



Warnings: probably ooc, sexual situations, cursing, D/s, bondage



Tension Relief



“Neji? Did you hear what I said?”



Neji Hyuuga glanced towards his teammate. Ten-Ten looked annoyed when he turned pearl colored eyes towards her. After so many years working with her, he’d learned to tune out her ramblings, picking up only enough here and there so to avoid her wrath should she discover he wasn’t listening. This time, he was a bit distracted.



Neji turned his eyes back towards the road they were slowly making their way down, their mission thankfully complete. “My apologies. I was distracted.”



It wasn’t every day he found himself so distracted. The truth was, his training both as a shinobi and as a Hyuuga kept him alert even when he slept. The slightest sound could jar him from sleep or meditation and have him ready to fight the following second. Neji Hyuuga was a deadly force. ANBU had approached Hiashi Hyuuga--as the branch house member required the approval of the Hyuuga head before they were allowed to advance past the rank of jounin. His uncle had chosen to deny the request, not that Neji was overly bothered by the refusal. Neji hadn’t applied and had never had any desire to join the elite ANBU ranks.



“What’s up with you? Are you sick or something? I know your natural state is broody and all, but you’ve never been this withdrawn.” Ten-Ten nibbled on her lip, a little concerned. “You usually at least pretend to listen to me.”



“I’m fine.” He wasn’t. He wasn’t sure he would ever be fine after what he’d seen the night before the two had left on their three day B ranked mission.



Lack of sleep had sent him wondering the rooftops of Konoha. Insomnia was a slight side effect of possessing the Byakugan coupled with the heightened sensory training. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Hyuuga family members strolling about the compound or training late into the night. When the episodes of insomnia hit, there was no use fighting them. It was best to find something to occupy the mind until sleep finally did come.



His nightly venture had taken him along the deserted rooftops, passing a series of two and three story apartment buildings. A slight moan had caught his attention as he turned to make his way home. Unable to leave a possible civilian injured, he’d activated his Byakugan.



What his powerful eyes saw was burned into his memory. He wasn’t particularly close to the shinobi who graduated the year following his own. He saw them in passing, Naruto and Hinata being the only ones he had any lasting contact with after the events following the failed attempt at retrieving Sasuke Uchiha. It was the sight he saw that had his mind still replaying the image much as he assumed the Sharingan did for the Uchihas.



With the aid of his eyes, he saw Shikamaru Nara sprawled out upon a single sized bed in a small but well kept apartment. His hips gyrated, a vibrator shoved inside his anus, and hands plucked at dark nipples. Any decent person would have looked away and moved along, leaving the man to his pleasure. He hadn’t. If any anything, he’d moved closer to watch with stifled breath at the increasingly desperate movements of the man on the bed. The way he’d pulled himself to his knees, body arching back to reveal the lean chest and engorged erection had caused Neji’s breath to gasp out. When the body had gone stiff, cum spurting from the tip to splatter on the tan chest, Neji had come enough into his senses to rush away before he was caught watching what should have been a private moment.



Even standing here with Ten-Ten, he felt his body grow hot with the memory of the usually bound hair falling to tan shoulders--of taunt skin pulled tight over lean muscles. Sweat broke out upon Neji’s brow and he stumbled over his feet.



“Now I know something’s wrong.” Ten-Ten reached forward to press her hands against his cheeks, feeling for fever.



He quickly brushed aside her touch, scowling at her attempts at mothering. “There’s nothing wrong. Just leave it alone.”



“Not like you’d tell me if there was.” she grumbled as the gates to the village came into view.



“I’m fine Ten-Ten. Why don’t you go on home? I’ll handle the report.” Anything to get her off his case. They were sweaty, dirty, and exhausted. He hoped such an offer would be more than she could refuse.



Eyes narrowed and she stared intently at him for several seconds before shrugging her shoulders. “Whatever. If it gets me into a bath faster, do what you want.”



Neji watched her hands move in quick motions before she disappeared in a puff of smoke and leaves. His own bed would have to wait. Making his way into the office area set aside for shinobi to fill out reports, he pulled out a chair and began penning the events transpiring during their mission. The scrape of a chair drew his attention from its forced focus on the paper before him.



His eyes shifted to the right to see the object of his mental turmoil slumped in the seat beside him. He seemed almost listless filling out his own report. Brown eyes lifted to glance towards Neji and a hand lifted in acknowledgement. “Yo.”



Neji couldn’t speak. He was surprised he’d even had the power to nod his head towards Shikamaru. He quickly turned his eyes towards the paper in a fruitless effort to complete the report. Unable to resist, his eyes slid to the right once more to gaze at the other.



A cigarette had found its way between thin lips. The tip was unlit as smoking was no longer permitted in the building after one of the chunins had burned up the break room after falling asleep with a lit cigarette.



“Am I that interesting to draw the gaze of a Hyuuga twice?” Shikamaru’s gaze remained on the paper, his lips moving around the cigarette to speak.



“Excuse me?”



A lazy smile creased Shikamaru’s face. His hand twirled the pen between his fingers. “I’m a shinobi. I know when someone is looking at me and since we are the only ones in the room…”



Neji forced his gaze back to the paper. The report wasn’t going to write itself and he needed some sort of distraction from Shikamaru. It was hard but he finished the report. Signing his name to the bottom, he rose from his chair. He needed to get away from Shikamaru before the raging erection hidden beneath his loose garments was revealed.



Shikamaru rose as well, following Neji from the room towards the mission’s desk. It took more than a little effort to keep his pace and breathing calm. Exhausted as he was, it wasn’t an easily accomplished task. His mind continued to be flooded with images of that thick vibrator shoved inside a tight anus.



Practically tossing his report to the chunin on duty, he hands moved rapidly. A quick puff of smoke later, he was standing in the bedroom of his small cottage at the Hyuuga complex. His hands grappled with his clothes, ripping them in the process of removal. He couldn’t stand the way they felt on his skin, brushing his aroused nipples and penis.



Stepping into the shower, Neji growled low in his throat. His hands were already jerking the heated flesh between his thighs. His mind easily supplied the necessary images. Instead of generic images of bodies, he was bombarded by the image of Shikamaru kneeling before him in the shower. Thin lips were drawn tight over his erection, sucking him deep. His breath quickened and the image changed to one of Shikamaru presented before him, hands bound behind his back and ass thrust high in the air. He could see the clenching of the hole, waiting for his penetration.



Neji’s mind went blank. His body jerked forward, cum spilling over his fingers to swirl at the bottom of the shower before disappearing down the drain. His hand fell limply from his softening penis while his body continued to shudder in the flush of orgasm for several minutes. It wasn’t until the water began to grow cold did he finish his washing and step from the shower. Wrapping his body in a thick robe, he collapsed wearily onto his futon. He didn’t even bother to pull the blanket over him. His exhaustion along with such a powerful orgasm wiped what little remained of his energy. His mind thankfully left him to a dreamless and much needed sleep.



~*~



“Would you like to join some of us for a drink, Neji?” Neji blinked, turning his gaze from dinner to his cousin. Since the chunin exams, he took all his meals with his uncle and cousins. It was an honor for one belonging to the branch house.



Tonight, Hiashi was called to a late meeting of the Hyuuga elders and Hanabi was dining in her rooms leaving only Neji and Hinata at the traditional dining table. Still generally shy, his cousin had lost her nervous stutter. She remained soft spoken like the lady she was, but her voice held a bit more determination for which he was grateful.



“Pardon?”



“Kiba, Shino, and I are going out for a drink shortly. I was curious if you would like to join us?” Hinata smiled sweetly, but her eyes spoke the understanding that he would refuse as he always did.



Was he that predictable with the people around him? His face pulled down in the faintest of frowns before coming to a decision. “I would like to join you tonight.”



Hinata paused, looking curiously at her cousin. “Are you sure?”



“Did you not want me to come? Were you just being polite to ask me?” Neji asked, enjoying the blush of embarrassment staining Hinata’s cheeks. She was so easy to ruffle. It was one of her more endearing traits.



“No! We would be happy to have you join us, Neji-niisan.” She lifted her hands to her cheeks. “I was only surprised by you acceptance.”



“I know.” Neji replied with a slight smile. “I wanted to see you blush.”



Hinata blushed all the brighter, though her face creased into a wide smile of happiness. “I’m going to change. Shino and Kiba should be here in an hour or so.”



Neji nodded, moving from the table and from the house into the small cottage a short walk away from the main house. He looked in the mirror to assure himself the bandages hiding his seal from view were in place. He changed from the formal kimono to a pair of loose pants and tunic. Though the Hyuuga skill lay in hand to hand combat, he wasn’t foolish enough to be without at least a few kunai and shuriken.



“Neji? Are you ready?”



Neji opened his door to find Hinata, along with her two teammates. He slid his feet into black sandals and stepped from the house.



“Glad you could make it, dude.” Kiba lifted his hand in welcome. The more silent of the two men nodded his head in greeting and the four made their way from the complex and towards one of the many bars dotting the dark streets. Bars were particularly popular. With shinobi risking their lives day in and out, one of the few places they could release some inhibitions were in the bars dotting along the streets.



“The others are already here.” Kiba commented, leading the group through the crowd towards one of the larger half table-half booths towards the back of the room.



Neji wished he’d never agreed to come. There seated next to Ino Yamanaka was Shikamaru, cigarette hanging from his lips. He didn’t look like he was even smoking the thing, just holding it in his mouth and breathing in the second hand smoke.



“Long time, no see, Neji” Ino waved towards him.



Before he knew it, he found himself seated beside Shikamaru. Reaching instantly for the offered sake, he forced himself to sip the rice wine though the urge to down it quickly beat in the back of his mind.



“How have you been, Neji?” Ino leaned over Shikamaru to pour more sake in Neji’s cup. Her rather large breasts were displayed in all their finery. As attractive as she might be, his attention was focused not on the blonde but on the brunet seated beside her. Shikamaru glanced at Ino, rolling his eyes skyward at her shameless flirting.



“Fine.” Short responses were his best option. Embarrassing himself would be a less likely occurrence. Tobacco smoke rolled around him. He’d never been fond of the scent, but now relating it to Shikamaru caused an unwanted tenting in his trousers. His mind kept supplying images of Shikamaru’s cum splattering his chest--his body heaving from the obviously hard orgasm.



A flush spread across his cheeks, darkening the pale skin and threatening to spread down his neck. Grabbing the cup, he downed the liquor in a single gulp. The fates were obviously mocking him in the cruelest way imaginable, leaving him only the option of drowning himself in the liquor provided and praying for the night to end with every fiber in his being.



The progression of the jovial gathering didn’t proceed exactly as he’d hoped. Rigorous training from Hiashi had ingrained in him the need for a certain amount of decorum when in public. Such decorum prevented him from allowing himself to get plastered in public. He’d drunk enough to feel the warm high but not enough to impair his judgment significantly.



“I think I’ve had enough.” He needed to get away before he drank himself into oblivion.



Ino pouted prettily, her eyes lingering on Neji’s slender frame. “But, you just got her.”



“Forgive me. I find I’m not in a social mood tonight.” Neji bowed to his cousin, trusting her friends to see her safely home.



Thinking himself free of the cloying temptation Shikamaru provided, Neji stood made his way towards the exit. There was no need to rush home and the cool night air would give him a chance to clear his head of the sake induced haze. He hadn’t taken more than ten steps before another body moved in step with him.



Shikamaru. He knew without altering his gaze. The gods were laughing at him. It had to be a great cosmic joke and he was being forced to bear the brunt of it.



“Did you need something, Shikamaru?” Please say no, he mentally pleaded.



“Nope. I was just tired of the crowded atmosphere as you seemed to be also.” Shikamaru’s stride lengthened at Neji’s slight increase in movement, keeping time easily.



“I’m sure your friends are disappointed.”



Shikamaru paused only long enough to light a cigarette, easily catching up with Neji. “Not really. I’d be surprised if they could see me around Ino’s tits.”



Neji stumbled, tensing at the bracing hand on his bicep. He’d never known his dick was connected to his upper arm. From the shocks running through him and down the erection pressing against the soft material of his pants, it was.



“You alright?” Shikamaru released his arm and tucked his hands back in his pants.



“Fine. I’m still a little dizzy from the sake,” he lied smoothly.



“Oh, then it wouldn’t have anything to do with the erection tenting your pants?” Shikamaru didn’t miss a beat shaking the ash from the tip of his cigarette, seeming to ignore the chocking cough coming from Neji.



Neji swallowed the lump in his throat as large as a boulder. “That’s none of your business.”



“If you say so. I was going to offer to help you out with it but you’re being more trouble than you’re worth.” Shikamaru leaned lazily against a nearby building, looking calm and a little on the bored side. It was all an act. Neji knew just how intelligent the man could be if given the chance.



He had not just said that. He had not just offered to get him off. Neji’s body reacted immediately despite the silent pleading he gave it to ignore the knowing gaze.



“We can help each other out.” Shikamaru tossed aside the cigarette. He didn’t swagger up to Neji, nor did he try to touch or seduce. His words came off matter-of-factly. “My apartment is only a block away.”



Say no, he told himself. Say no. Say no. “Just help each other?”



Idiot.



Shikamaru smirked, “Yeah.”



Neji’s mind had lost complete control of his body as it followed the siren’s call of Shikamaru. He needed this. He hadn’t had sex in over a year. The release found by his hand weren’t nearly as pleasing as those involving two persons. He needed the edge taken off. Perhaps the tension built up over the year was why his mind seemed so fixated on Shikamaru. This would be a chance to release it and allow himself to get back into his normal routine. It was as good a rationalization as any.



Once inside the tidy apartment, Neji pressed Shikamaru against the door. He’d wanted to do this for days. He’d longed to feel the warm skin hidden beneath the standard shinobi issued uniform. Now given the chance, he wasn’t going to let anything short of a natural disaster stop him from relieving the horrible tension building in his body.



His fingers pushed off the vest, revealing the fishnet shirt beneath. Small brown nipples peeked out from the webbed shirt, tempting him as they had the first night he’d seen him. His thumbs brushed the skin, making the little nubs harden before his gaze.



Shikamaru moved to touch Neji, lifting his hands to furrow through the thick black hair falling nearly to his waist. That wouldn’t do. Neji needed full control. Perhaps it was a way of making up for the lack of control in his life. Whatever the case, Neji needed a submissive partner. Shikamaru would just have to deal with this personal kink for tonight.



“No.” Neji’s hands grabbed Shikamaru, forcing his hands down to his side. “Tonight you’re mine. I’ll make sure you feel good but tonight, I need the control.



Interest lit in Shikamaru’s eyes. It wasn’t too often he found a willing partner for his particular kink. Dominating his partner wasn’t something many potential partners favored.



“As you wish.” Shikamaru’s arms relaxed, allowing Neji to control everything.



Neji nearly growled in pleasure at the submission. He would control Shikamaru’s pleasure. He would be the one to allow him the release both sought.



The apartment was small enough that finding Shikamaru’s bedroom was an easy chore. He pushed Shikamaru gently to the bed and spotting a roll of bandages. Stripping Shikamaru’s fishnet shirt from him, he took the bandages and deftly secured the tan arms behind his back. “If this gets to be too much, I’ve left them loose enough for you to release yourself.”



Shikamaru nodded, a heavy flush staining his cheeks making it obvious he was enjoying the dominance place as much as Neji. Now in full control, Neji slid his hands over Shikamaru’s taunt chest. The muscles were pulled tight with his arms bound, making him all the more alluring.



Neji’s hands slid down the practically hairless chest, soaking in the texture of skin. Heat rolled from Shikamaru in waves. His breath panted in and out in rapid succession. He looked anything but bored now. And not fully submissive.



“You don’t seem very submissive, Shikamaru.” Neji’s hand reached up to snatch the tie from spiky locks, his fingers clenching in the slightly coarse hair. He forced Shikamaru’s head back, arching his neck to reveal the tan skin. “I’ll have to do something about that.”



Neji’s Byakugan flared, his eyes following the chakra pathways through Shikamaru’s body. Each was healthy, moving chakra smoothly through his body. His goal was the finer pathways to the south. Smirking dangerously, his fingers loosened the standard issue pants, sliding them down to reveal the darkened flesh of Shikamaru’s arousal. It was thicker than long, differing from Neji’s long slender cock.



Sweat popped out across Shikamaru’s lip and brow as Neji’s fingers stroked up and down along the length. Neji’s pearly eyes gleamed, spotting the thin lines of chakra rising up the thick length. Experience had taught him which to block. A quick painless movement of his hand and he was ready to begin his ministrations.



Lowering his lips to flick along the brown nipples, he smirked at Shikamaru face. When he was like this, he was even more desirable. Gone was the mask of boredom. The intelligence and quick mind shown through dark brown eyes, making him appear more than he pretended to be. “Feels good?”



Shikamaru swallowed visibly, Neji’s lips drifting lower towards the bobbing hardness. “Yeah…”



“Yes, sir,” Neji corrected, pausing to lick the leaking tip. Shikamaru was in for a surprise very soon. The trick he’d done was a deviation of the Gentle Fist technique. Used in such a way, it prevented Shikamaru from cumming until he released the blocked pathway.



“Yes, sir.”



Neji stroked a thumb over the damp tip in praise before lowering his lips to suckle the tip. Shikamaru moaned, arching his hips from the bed to follow the warm mouth engulfing him. It wouldn’t be long. He could feel how close Shikamaru was. It had probably been a while since he’d had a lover as well.



Cupping the firm balls beneath the thick shaft, he began to gently squeeze them in tandem with his sucks. Shikamaru’s hips began to desperately push upward in need of what Neji’s mouth so wonderfully promised.



As the seconds bled into minutes, Shikamaru had gone from confident man to whimpering desperation. The inability to cum was probably one of the worst experiences he’d ever had. The knowledge man Neji all the harder, knowing when he released the closed pathway, Shikamaru would experience an orgasm unlike anything he’d ever had.



“Shhh, I’m helping you hold it in until I’m ready to let you come. Remember, you’re submissive to me. Tonight, you belong to me.” Neji licked the beaded sweat from Shikamaru’s lip, savoring the salty flavor.



Shikamaru groaned a desperate sound before replying, “Yes, sir.”



That was what he wanted to hear. Not just the words, but the submission behind them. Shikamaru was giving himself over to Neji, letting him dictate his pleasure. The high from such power was a delicious feeling.



Turning the other to his knees, Neji tensed as a wave of lust washed over him. The tight pucker quivered upon being revealed. He found himself unable to resist the urge to lick at the hole, feeling it clench even tighter beneath his tongue. Shikamaru’s whining cry was music to his ears. He almost wished to make the other cum just from the touch of his tongue. Had his own arousal not been so potent, he might have.



His hands stroked down trembling thighs, determined to relax Shikamaru for the upcoming penetration. The heavy build up in the other man was keeping his body taunt. “I’m too tense to draw this out. I’m sure you’ll appreciate that.”



Shikamaru’s body tensed at the touch of lubricant against his anus. His face was buried in the pillow and his ass in the air like an animal in heat. He could break free from the bonds at any moment, that he didn’t was all the more addicting to Neji.



Standing, he slid his loose clothing from his body. The few scars he possessed were minor and only served as reminders of his life as a Leaf shinobi. He’d vowed to give his life for his family and village.



“Ready, Shikamaru.” Neji swiped his tongue along the ear.



Shikamaru nodded with a jerk, obviously more than ready for the promised release. Neji smirked at the motion. The other had proven to be quite the submissive. Perhaps this wouldn’t be just one night. They could help each other out when the tensions became too much.



Sliding his finger around the pucker, he slid a lubricated finger inside. It was just one finger and Shikamaru latched onto it with abject desperation. His hips jerked back against Neji, a plea in the motion.



It was obvious to Neji; Shikamaru either had a lover or used the vibrator fairly often. His eyes narrowed at the thought of another man taking Shikamaru--seeing those beautiful eyes clouded with pleasure. He didn’t like that image at all.



In an act of desperation, Neji pulled Shikamaru’s torso upward. His hand fisted in the unbound locks and forced the neck to arch in an almost painful angle. His lips covered Shikamaru’s, claiming them--marking the other as his alone. It was a foolish thought, inspired by his possessive nature. Shikamaru tasted of a mixture of sake and cigarettes--a taste that suited him.



Releasing the lips, he growled his possession. “You’re mine.”



He knew it wasn’t real. It was a game they now played but in that moment, he meant ever word.



Pushing Shikamaru’s torso back to the bed, Neji aligned his body with the clenching hole. A few careful thrusts and he was buried deeply in the burning heat. Shikamaru’s grunts carried only the slightest hint of discomfort. A few thrusts and pants filled the room. Desperation clawed at both men. Neji was unable to keep his calm. He needed to find his release in the body beneath him.



“Fuck,” he whispered reaching beneath him to stroke Shikamaru’s erection. The loud whines erupting from thin lips brought on a deeper desperation. His body, unable to take the clenching heat around him exploded in a wild burst of heat. Spurt after spurt erupted from him, filling Shikamaru with heat.



For long moments he floated on a sea of contentment until the whimpering moans of the man beneath him brought him back into his mind. “Do you need cum?”



“Yes, please…I need…I’m dying here.” Shikamaru began to grind his hips against the covers. His hips pumped back and forth, seeking the release so far denied him.



Neji’s freed Shikamaru’s hands and pushed him to his back. Immediately tan hands reached for the dark red erection, stroking it almost desperately. He found the desperation etched across the tan features most alluring.



Activating his blood limit, Neji’s eyes followed the trail of pathways until he saw the one he’d blocked earlier. With a gentle brush of his fingers, Shikamaru screamed. His pumping hands froze--cum spurted with such force, small splashes of it splattered on his face. His body arched high off the bed before collapsing.



Neji smirked to himself. That was probably the first time Shikamaru had passed out from sex. Using the sheet to wipe the cum stained face and chest, he pressed his body against the warm unconscious body. He would rest for a bit before leaving--his own sexual satisfaction not allowing him the energy to move. With a satisfied sigh, Neji’s eyes drifted shut.



~*~



Neji awoke to sunlight streaming through the curtains hanging from the open window. The sun fell at such an angle, making it impossible to return to slumber. Grumbling to himself, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. A hastily scribbled note caught his attention.



Neji,



I had a meeting with the Hokage. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.



Shikamaru



P.S. Next time you watch me in the window, come join me.



Neji frown, a blush stealing across his features. The asshole had known he was watching him from the beginning. Instead of anger or annoyance, arousal rushed through him. Shikamaru had cum knowing Neji‘s eyes were fixated on him. There was never a more arousing thought. His body felt taunt with the knowledge, heat building in him and making the events of the previous night stick even more powerfully in his mind. “Fuck.”



The end