A Troublesome Series of Events

kenshinjunkie03: Well, don't worry, we're focusing more on the SasuShika since it was supposed to originally be just them. [:
Tellnoone_Noonetells: You'll just have to wait and see. ;D Mm, abused!Shika... -trails off and drools- I MEAN... -shifty eyes-

LMAO FAMILY TIME! Also a new "kink"? o:

I played Yoshino and Luney played Shikaku in addition to the norm. [:

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“Shikamaru, Sasuke, good to see you here within the hour I’d asked.” Tsunade said when they finally reached her office. Sasuke couldn’t determine if she was serious or sarcastic, and felt too close to cranky to ask and get into a fight. Shikamaru’s laziness must be rubbing off on him.

Shikamaru just shrugged and stuck his hands into his pockets. “Was there a reason you wanted Sasuke here too?” he asked, wondering if there was going to be more than just a checkup today.

“I’m going to be informing him of some things he should know about taking care of pregnant people. He’ll be living with you, and he can teach Naruto when he gets back.” Tsunade said, standing up. “But, I can list all the do’s and don’ts while we head to the hospital.”

Shikamaru nodded, wondering about it himself. He knew how everything happened scientifically, knew everything he should be going through and experiencing. But it was one thing knowing, another living through it, and still more to experience it. At least, he thought to himself with a silent snort, he and Kurenai had more things to talk about.

“First off, if anything seems to go wrong, tell me. Second, if Shikamaru starts getting bitchy, just do what he says. It’ll make it easier.” Tsunade began in all seriousness. “Third, I’m not sure if the normal things would work on him. Raspberry has been prescribed to women for years as uterine tonic, but I wouldn’t know if it would help him any.” She stepped beyond the doors of her hospital, heading to the side that would have the right equipment for the check up.

Shikamaru did let out a snort at that, picturing himself acting like Ino. On second thought, he hoped that didn’t happen—he’d probably give himself a headache if it did.

“Ginger, anything ginger, so long as it’s real ginger. Ginger tea, ginger root, ginger ale, ginger snaps, all good for helping with morning sickness. I suggest making some kind of lavender oil and massaging him with it, it has natural relaxants in it and it can help reduce stretch marks.” She opened a door, ushering Shikamaru and Sasuke in.

“Well, let’s begin.”

Shikamaru walked over to the examining table and hopped up on it. Without instruction he tugged off his shirts, knowing the routine by now—it was his third check-up so far. With all the information Tsunade was giving, he had to admit that it didn’t seem so bad. Now if only the whole bearing-a-child thing wasn’t a factor…

“Any morning sickness at all? A little dizzy, a little queasy?” She asked, pulling out a stethoscope and placing it on Shikamaru’s heart, listening. “That’s the kicker for most women, the puking every day. You’ll be lucky if you don’t get it.”

“Not any yet,” he said, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling. “I do feel fatigue quicker, though.” He smirked a little, idly wondering if they would make a crack at him about how lazy he was anyway.

“That’s to be expected. Not only are you not used to working anyway, but your body is probably working more than a woman’s would be in preparation for a baby starting to take up room.” Tsunade said, moving her medical eyes over Shikamaru. She trained them on his stomach, touching with her fingers. “You’ll be showing before you know it.”

“Great,” Shikamaru muttered sarcastically, “then I’ll get to look like a woman, too.”

“Suck it up, Nara. Pregnancy is the ultimate get out of jail free card on work. Anything you don’t feel like doing can be passed off to someone else with a simple ‘my back hurts’.” Tsunade said, rolling her eyes at the boy. Sasuke remained quiet, not really sure if she would continue talking to him or not.

“Yeah, yeah,” Shikamaru said with a sigh. “Doesn’t quite have the same effect if my back really does hurt,” he added, griping.

Tsunade resisted the urge to smack him, barely.

“The hormonal changes must be kicking in; you don’t usually annoy me so much with this witty banter.” She griped herself, turning around and walking to the counter. She opened a drawer, pulling out a bottle of pills. “You’re healthy so far. Just keep doing what you’re doing and we’ll be fine.” She handed Sasuke the bottle, looking at Shikamaru. “Here’s some vitamins, take them daily. They should help with your fatigue."

Shikamaru snorted as he pulled back on his shirt. “Alright,” he said, moving off the table and slipping back on his vest. “Anything else I should know?”

“Shikamaru, I could spend all day lecturing you on things you should know. Just keep being lazy and unstressed by the norm of society, eat your vitamins and have Sasuke do everything for you. Have Naruto help out when he gets back.”

Shikamaru chuckled and nodded. “That I can do,” he said, smirking. He walked over to where they stood, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “So are we dismissed then?”

“Yes, yes, go out and do something that won’t leave you exhausted afterwards.” She said, smirking at Sasuke. The Uchiha scowled, turning from the now laughing Hokage and walking out of the room with Shikamaru.

“Feel like anything in particular?” He asked, stuffing his own hands into his pockets and hunching his shoulders.

Shikamaru shrugged, turning his head to look at Sasuke as they walked. “Not really, but I wanted to ask you if my parents ever came around when I had the mission?”

Sasuke sighed, jutting his jaw to the side and stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets.

“Yes they did. Your mother is… strong willed.” He winced, having so many other words to describe her on the tip of his tongue.

Shikamaru laughed, shaking his head. “You’re being nice. My mom’s a pain at best. I still don’t understand how my dad can put up with her all the time,” he said.

Sasuke nodded, fully agreeing. “She kept giving me ‘the talk’ about everything. Lectures upon lectures on the proper way to do things. She jumped Naruto the first day he moved in, telling him not to eat so much ramen.”

“Eh, ignore most of what she says,” Shikamaru said, smirking. “I do. But I asked since, usually, after missions I stop by there so she can see that yes I am still alive. If you hadn’t met them I’d say you should come.” He shrugged lightly. “I’d say it won’t take long, but that would be a lie.”

Sasuke shrugged as well not liking the idea of being subjected to that torment but finding it more appealing than yet another day alone.

“Why not? I have nothing better to do.”

Shikamaru nodded and turned down a side street for a shortcut, not long before he could see his parent’s house. He just went up the door and opened it, walking in.

“Anyone home?”

“Yeah, we’re home. What’s up Shikamaru?” Shikaku called from the kitchen, stepping out into the hallway. Sasuke noted the jacket he wore, the same one he’d been wearing all the other times he’d come to visit.

“Eh, just checking in so mom doesn’t go into hysterics,” Shikamaru said.

“I do not, I just worry about you,” Yoshino spoke up, following her husband into the hallway and immediately going over to Shikamaru, hugging him before lightly hitting him in the head with her wooden spoon. “You’re lucky you’re carrying or you’d get a beating. Leaving on a mission without telling us.”

Shikamaru rolled his eyes, automatically rubbing at his head. “Tsunade told me to leave right away, we barely made it in time for the delivery anyway.”

Yoshino crossed her arms and huffed. “Well, send a message next time at least.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Shikaku strayed off to the side, letting his wife talk with their son. He stood next to Sasuke, both of them watching from the sidelines quietly after exchanging a look of acknowledgment.

“So, planning to stay?” Shikaku finally said when it looked like the initial conversation had died down into a brief pause, his wife probably thinking up new questions to ask.

“Of course they’re going to, Shikaku,” Yoshino said before Shikamaru could respond. “I’m sure they haven’t had a real meal in at least a week. We can’t go having our son malnourished. Or his… boyfriend.” She eyed Sasuke for a second before smiling again. “We’ll have a real family dinner for once.”

“Thank you, Yoshino.” Sasuke said politely, having learned that his life would be hell if he neglected common courtesy with the woman. Shikaku chuckled beside him, patting his shoulder sympathetically.

“Alright, I guess you guys are staying then. You want to help out with dinner or hang out in Shikamaru’s old room?” He asked, scratching his chin.

Shikamaru looked at his dad like he was an idiot. If he was forced to stay here, he wouldn’t be cooking. “We’ll be upstairs,” he said, walking over to Sasuke, grabbing his wrist and heading up the stairs.

Yoshino frowned and sighed. “Honestly, he hasn’t changed at all,” she muttered, walking back into the kitchen.

Shikaku chuckled, moving to join his wife in the kitchen, despite the fact that he never did anything with his wife directing it.

“And I doubt he ever will.”

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“So, this is your room.” Sasuke said, looking around the room. It was cleaner than he expected, but then he had to remember Yoshino lived here and Shikamaru hadn’t in… well, he didn’t know when he moved out, but he seemed pretty settled in.

Shikamaru nodded, letting go of Sasuke’s arm. He moved over to the small bed and sat down on it, falling back so he was watching the ceiling but his legs and feet were still off.

“Mm, mom insisted on not changing it when I moved out. Something about not wanting to believe I grew up or such, I bet.”

“Hmm, I know something grown up we could do…” Sasuke said, only half jokingly as he sat on the bed beside the Nara. He leaned back, hands behind him, propped up.

Shikamaru snorted, turning his gaze onto Sasuke. “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he said before moving one hand and lightly knocking on the wall. “Not that thick. Besides, there’s not much room anyway.”

Sasuke smirked, getting up and moving to be in front of Shikamaru, spreading his legs and positioning himself between them. He bent his legs, leaning down until he had to use his arms to keep from crushing Shikamaru. He pressed his pelvic into Shikamaru’s ass, emphasizing the position they would use even more.

“We’re also not the loudest couple. We could do it.” Sasuke said, leaning down and kissing Shikamaru on the lips.

Shikamaru’s eyes widened a little as he ran different scenarios through his mind. After a few seconds, he pulled back from the kiss. “Fine, but we won’t have more than twenty minutes before my mom calls us down,” he warned. “And there can’t be any evidence afterwards.”

“Alright, where are some towels then?” Sasuke asked, eager to finally get some alone time with his boyfriend. The fact that it was in his old home, his parents’ house, seemed to only add a spice to it.

“In the bathroom, two doors down,” Shikamaru said, then added, “And take only the solid white ones. The others are used for guests.”

Sasuke nodded, standing up and leaving the room. He came back soon enough, holding three of the solid white towels Shikamaru had told him about. He only planned to use two, but it wouldn’t hurt to have more.

He moved forward, kissing Shikamaru again as he undid the others pants, slipping them down his body and off, along with the boxers. He lifted Shikamaru’s hips, placing a towel under them, before spreading a towel across his stomach and hips. On second thought he draped the third one across the boy’s chest.

“Think we’re all set?” He said, chuckling as he dropped his pants, already half hard.

Shikamaru smirked, shifting a little on the bed to get more comfortable. “You’re enjoying this far too much,” he said but lifted a hand to grasp one of Sasuke’s and pull him down.

Sasuke allowed himself to be dragged down, more than willing to fall into another kissing session with the Nara. His hand snuck down, grasping at Shikamaru’s cock, stroking.

“I haven’t seen you in almost a week. It would be insulting not to enjoy this.” He said, pulling away to kiss down Shikamaru’s jaw, at his neck, his collar. His free hand pressed into the mattress beside Shikamaru, supporting himself above the other.

Shikamaru shivered, pushing his hips forward a little into the Uchiha’s hand. “I didn’t mean just the sex itself,” he said, chuckling softly. He let his eyes close, tilting his head to the side.

Sasuke laughed lowly. He let go of Shikamaru’s now swollen length, dropping his hand down to the inviting entrance, slipping a pre-cum slicked finger in.

“I’ll have to stretch you fast.” He whispered apologetically, already moving his finger around the ring of muscles to do just that.

Shikamaru just nodded, breathing already shallow. His eyebrows drew together at the small sting but quickly smoothed out as he relaxed.

Sasuke descended even further, bending his back. He felt with his lips through the shirt Shikamaru was wearing, moving the towel down for now, until he found the nipple, drawing it in between his teeth carefully so that no saliva would show on the fabric. He added a second finger, scissoring.

Shikamaru bit his lip and swallowed back a groan. He moved his hands to fist into the bed’s blanket as he forced his body to relax again at the intrusion, breathing evenly through his nose.

Kneading the nipple between his teeth Sasuke spent a little longer stretching the boy before inserting the third finger, resisting the urge to do anything more to the nipple. If he’d been able to find it through the towel he would have left the blocker there.

Shikamaru shuddered, letting go of his bottom lip and breathing through his mouth again. “Aah, hu-hurry up,” he murmured, knowing they wouldn’t have enough time left to do that much fucking if he kept this pace.

Sasuke rolled his eyes up, seeing Shikamaru’s willing face. He let go, moving back up and kissing him again.

“Alright.” He positioned himself before the Nara’s entrance after taking the time to slick a bit of pre-cum over himself, slipping in without anything further. He moved his hands to grip at Shikamaru’s hips, sliding in even more.

Shikamaru’s breath caught in his throat for a second before he let out a soft moan. He loosened his grip on the sheet and moved his arms to wrap around Sasuke’s neck, bringing him into another kiss.

Sasuke kissed back, slipping his tongue into Shikamaru’s mouth. He pushed in to the hilt, closing his eyes as he felt the suffocating hug surround his erection. He’d missed this hot constriction, savoring the feel of it for the moment.

Shikamaru moved his tongue against Sasuke’s, moving one hand to thread his fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. After a moment he rocked his hips, needing the friction and not able to wait anymore.

Sasuke winced in pleasure, ravishing Shikamaru’s mouth with renewed intensity as he began to move, pulling back to the bulb and slamming in to the hilt. He was going harsher than he had before, faster and deeper and harder than he’d dared.

Shikamaru released a groan into the kiss, body shuddering with every hit against his prostate. He locked his legs around Sasuke, one heel digging into the small of his back, as he pulled him closer and deeper.

Sasuke felt a moan leave his lips as well, forgetting the need to be quiet in the heat of the moment. It was just a good thing Shikamaru’s mouth was devouring all the noises he was making as he slammed in even harder, feeling his release skyrocketing closer and closer.

Another thrust and Shikamaru tensed, feeling the coil in his stomach snap. His fingers dug into Sasuke’s shoulder blade and scalp as he orgasmed, spilling onto the towels.

Sasuke came only a few snaps of his hips later, not noticing the blunt nails that dug into him as his release came over him, pulling back despite his urge to spill deep into Shikamaru. His seed splattered over Shikamaru’s backside and the towel underneath him instead.

Shikamaru let go of Sasuke from around his neck and waist, letting his limbs fall back onto the bed. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, moving his gaze to Sasuke as he caught his breath.

Sasuke panted, taking the edges of the towel and wiping himself off, pulling away and dressing. He moved forward, grabbing the towels and folding them inward, using the clean side of one to wipe off Shikamaru, placing that on the other clean towel. Next he lifted Shikamaru up, taking the towel from underneath him away.

“See? All clean and spotless.” Sasuke said, putting the towels at the foot of the bed for now.

“Let’s just hope my mom thinks my dad watched some porn when she does laundry next,” Shikamaru said with a smirk. He sat up, propping himself up with one arm and using the other to grab his boxers and pants. He pulled them back on, flopping down on the bed again afterwards.

Before Sasuke could reply, a knock was heard on the door, followed by Shikaku opening the door and stepping in.

“Dinner’s ready.” Sasuke cocked a brow at the man. He couldn’t have said that through the door…? Maybe it was too troublesome to raise his voice? He shook his head, looking at Shikamaru and waiting for the boy to get up.

“Yeah,” Shikamaru said, raising a hand and waving it dismissively. “We’ll be down in a minute.” He waited until his dad left before sitting up. He bunched up the towels and stood up, moving to the door. He threw them in the laundry bin on the way to the bathroom.

As he washed his hands, he looked over to Sasuke with a small smirk. “If I’m sore after dinner, you’re carrying me home.”

Sasuke leaned against the counter, waiting for his turn to wash his hands. He smirked in return to the Nara, stepping up when he had the chance.

“If all I have to do is carry you afterwards, why aren’t we doing that more often?” He said, scrubbing his hands quickly and drying them just as fast. He looked at Shikamaru. “Well? Ready to eat dinner with your family and boyfriend?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Shikamaru said, half-teasing. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and made his way down the stairs.