Progression

Here's the second part of it...I was gonna wait until I had more responses but it's a pain and I'm an impatient bitch.

Besides, this chapter's waaaaaaay better...written wise, yeah...nothing to do with the mansex...right...

Aniways, hope y'all like it...I liked writing it...


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//"Come on!" Ino had whined, tugging on Shikamaru's sleeve like an attention deprived toddler. "Everyone's gonna be there, you can't not go! You've gotta go!" she'd moaned. He sighed.

"Parties are troublesome..." he'd told her, half dragging her along the street as they walked together to Chouji's house. She huffed and tossed her growing hair over her shoulder. It had surprised Shikamaru that Sakura had kept hers short for so long, but Ino had let hers grow back again, claiming that she felt naked without it.

"There'll be alcohol," she'd said, glaring at him slyly. He shook his head slightly.

"I'm not the type to drink..." he'd replied lazily. She had suddenly abandoned her convincing apporach and seemed to decide that force was her only option.

"Well I don't care, 'cause you're going whether you like it or not. I'll fucking drag you," she said firmly, hands on her hips in a way that Shikamaru was sure he'd seen on his mother when his father actually put up a fight, not that it happened often. He smirked a little and sighed.

"Fine...but I'm not drinking,dancing, playing any retarded games or stripping off for a dare," he reeled off, hands in his pockets and his eyes closed gently. She smiled and grabbed his sleeve again, leading him over to Chouji's gate.

"Great. Ooh, what am I gonna wear? I have to look better than Sakura, that's for sure...but she'll probably wear something slutty, 'cause she always does. Oh my God, did I tell you what she did the other day..." Ino began. Shikamaru was wise to this move by now, the 'omgwtfSakura'ssuchabitch' Ino Special, and had learned from watching his father in similar situations how to counteract it.

"Mmhmm..." he murmured at occasional intervals, his mind far, far away. In Kiba's pants.//

And right now it was all over his body.

'I fucking hate parties...' he thought to himself as he watched several of his friends dancing like utter idiots.

The party itself wasn't that bad, he just didn't want to admit it. Naruto's house was actually quite an accomodary location for a gathering of this kind. The alcohol had been bought by Jiraiya, after a week of Naruto screeching at him and demanding that if he ever wanted to see his harem no jutsu again, he'd better do it. The pervert that he was, had given in eventually. Shino had surprised everyone by having an exceptional taste in music, and was currently acting as DJ, remaining by the small but loud cd player at all times. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and so did his bugs as Shikamaru would occasionally see one zipping around the room before glancing over to see it climb up Shino's sleeve again. Chouji had demolished half of the snacks that had been laid out earlier on. No one had dared challenge him on it.

Shikamaru looked about the room. Neji was sitting with, Hinata and Chouji, grandly describing in great detail the story of how he had once seen so clearly the twitch of an ant's leg from ten metres away. Shikamaru snorted quietly to himself. Neji always exaggerated things when he'd had a drink, everyone knew it. Yet they all humoured him for some reason, never telling him to shut up. Sakura and Ino were sitting together on one of the two couches, holding each other and switching between laughing and crying together every few minutes. He braced himself, as he knew that any minute they would target him as the person to bear witness to their rekindled friendship.

Refusing to give them that chance he fixed his attention to the centre of the room, where Naruto, Tenten, Lee and Kiba were falling about, 'dancing'. Lee, having been denied any alcohol, was simply high off the energy in the room and the happy atmosphere and was twirling a giggling Tenten around, laughing as she almost fell through Naruto's coffee/dining table. Naruto and Kiba were jumping around like eight year olds on a sugar high, whooping and shouting random made up words.

He took another sip of his beer, not feeling remotely tipsy yet even though he was on his third can and it was his first time properly drinking. Of course, he'd had a couple of sips of sake and what not before. His father had sneaked him a swig or two when his mother wasn't looking in the past, but he had never actually been drunk. So now all he could really do was continue to drink and wait to see what happened. It seemed fun though; at least Naruto and Kiba seemed to have dropped any inhabitions they usualy had, which admittedly wasn't that difficult. Though Neji had a vague smile on his normally stoic face, and he wasn't sure, but Shino looked a little more...alive, than usual.

He huffed and slumped back further into his couch where he sat by himself.

"Shika-ru!" came a giggling, girly voice to his right, a hiccup punctuating his name. He closed his eyes and groaned inwardly.

"Hi, Ino," he said coldly. He heard two sets of giggles and looked up to see Ino and Sakura staring at him hazily, leaning over to examine him closely. "What?" he asked, getting sick of them breathing at him after a few minutes.

"Sakura-chan's my best friend," Ino told him factually, nodding her head heavily. Sakura giggled again, making Shikamaru's eye twitch in annoyance.

"And Ino-chan is mine!" she squeaked, holding a hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing anymore. He sighed.

"No, you're not best friends. You're drunk. I'll remind you about this tomorrow and you'll tell me I'm wrong," he droned. They laughed drunkenly and shook their heads, about to respond before a voice called over to them.

"Ladies! Care to dance?" Kiba shouted over the music, trying to steer them away from Shikamaru. He flashed the shaddow of a grateful smile before he saw the look in his secret lovers eyes. "Get Mr. Grouchypants up too!" he added. They squealed happily and grabbed an arm each, effectively yanking him from his comfortable seat of two hours. He groaned, though no one heard it, and suddenly felt a slight hazy cloud fall on his head as he stood, blurring his vision slightly and slowing his speech. He laughed to himself at the feeling, no doubt showing a stupid drunken grin on his lazy face.

The hands holding his arms let go and he stumbled a little, legs and feet feeling as if they'd been filled with sand and were weighing him down. Kiba's arm wrapped around his back swiftly to stop him from falling over.

"Dude, you're wasted!" Kiba cried, grinning at him wolfishly. Shikamaru frowned in disagreement.

"I've only had three..." he trailed off, trying to remember what he'd only had three of. He blinked to clear his head, deciding that coherant thought was too troublesome right now, and glanced back up at Kiba, vaguely aware of still being held tightly against him.

"If you don't let go someone's gonna notice..." he mumbled, laughing a little. "Then everyone'll think your gay," he said a little louder. Kiba snorted indifferently, his eyes still staring into Shikamaru's, half closed and slightly hazy.

"I don't care right now..." he said lowly, leaning in and brushing his lips against Shikamaru's. A blush crept across the Nara's cheeks and nose, but he figured he could blame that on the booze. What was more important was that Kiba had just said he didn't care if everyone found out about them.

"Mm-Kiba...Kiba, wait," he said, pushing him back by the shoulders gently as Kiba tried to deepen the kiss. "You really want everyone to know?" he asked, squinting at him in the dim light and through his glazed eyes. Kiba stared at him, confused, for a moment untill he recalled what he had said not one minute ago.

"Oh. Hell no! Think anyone's gonna look at me the same if they find out I fuck around with guys? Nah, I mean that no one's gonna care if they see us...all too wasted anyway," he said with a shrug, tightening his hold on Shikamaru's waist and nuzzling his neck as he swayed them both to the music.

Shikamaru frowned slightly in thought. True, letting everyone know about them would be troublesome beyond belief. People coming up to him, asking him questions, congradulating them...or hating them. Whatever, it would just be too damn annoying and so pointless. But a little part of him, which would usualy be reffered to as his heart, kind of wanted Kiba to tell everyone about them, what they did, how it felt...maybe just to show Shikamaru off a little. He wasn't an egoist, far from it. He accepted and welcomed the fact that he had flaws, often focusing on them more than his good points. But Kiba made him feel special, and he sort of wanted to shout out about how good that felt.

But something else Kiba had said was buzzing around annoyingly in his mind.

"Guys..." he said softly, making Kiba look up from the love bite he was working on at Shikamaru's jugular.

"What?" he asked, frowning, eyes almost closed from the alcohol. Honestly, Shikamaru had no idea how much the boy had drunk.

"You said guys. You fuck around with guys. Is...does guys mean more than me?" he asked unsurely, positive that he probably sounded like whiny, moaning girlfriend right about now. Kiba blinked and, after a moment, grinned.

"No...just said that...I dunno...I'm not, like, cheating on you or anything..." he said, stepping back slightly to think. Shikamaru blinked at him.

"No, I...we're not even together like that so...you can't cheat on me...I mean, if you wanna go with someone else, I can't really stop you..." he said, keeping his voice down as Lee sent Sakura flying past them, shooting over to catch her before she collapsed on top of Chouji and Hinata who were laughing at Naruto who had just told Neji that his hair was spectacular and asked if he'd ever considered modelling.

Kiba was shaing his head, staring at Shikamaru desperately.

"No! No, I don't want...I'm not doing anything with anyone else...I wouldn't...I don't want anyone else..." he said, glaring at his feet as he tried to conceal his embarassment. Shikamaru considered him for a moment before stepping forwards and tilting the brunettes chin up with his fingertips to plant a delicate kiss on his lips. He was about to go back to his previous spot to see Kiba's reaction but couldn't move.

Kiba's arms were holding on tightly to his waist, hands squeezing into his hips and his mouth hadn't given Shikamaru's a chance to pull back.

He pressed them together harshly, in strong, demanding movements, grabbing Shikamaru's arms and throwing them over his shoulders, hoping they would wind around his neck in that melting way he always did. He gripped Shikamaru's hips so strongly as if he were trying to create finger shaped bruises. His tongue parted Shikamaru's lips demandingly, desperate to convey everything he wanted to say in a kiss.

Of course Shikamaru was the only one he'd ever been with. They'd only been doing this for a few weeks, a month at most. How did he have time to be training all day, working on missions and screwing around with more than one person? Even he didn't have enough energy for that. Besides, Shikamaru was all he needed, really. He had every aspect that Kiba either admired, respected, or was willing to put up with. They added to each other, one day he might even go on to say they completed each other, that they were two halfs of the same soul, that they were made for each other. But not now. He didn't know what was going on at the moment. He was too wrapped up in the feeling of kissing his secret lover in a room full of all their friends.

He heard Shikamaru groan slightly and felt him frown at the sound of people whooping and jeering in the background, but they didn't last too long. Obviously it wasn't that entertaining to them, but it was to Kiba. He wondered briefly if he had a secret fetish for voyeurism, performing in public. He'd have to pitch the idea to Shikamaru at a later date when his brain wasn't so fried, from both the alcohol and the great rush of hormones and blood flowing around his body, which made his heart and groin pump together rhythmically.

He pulled back slightly to give them enough space to breathe.

"Go to the bathroom. I'll come in five minutes," he whispered, panting slightly. Shikamaru smirked and pushed him away.

"I fucking hope not..." he said cheekily, walking off and adding a little sway to his hips, quite sure that Kiba would be watching him, still trying to work out what he'd said.

He was right. Kiba, being drunk and also not really one for playing on words, did stare at him as he retreated, then went back trying to figure it out.

'I hope not...wait, what'd I say...bathroom...come in five minutes...wait...hope not...uhh...oh! Right! I get it! Damn, he's smart!" he thought to himself, scrunching his face up in thought, then unleashing a face splitting drunken grin wheh he'd realised what he'd meant.

"Oi! Kiba!" Naruto screeched, gamboling over to him and crashing into him, throwing them both back into the wall. Kiba growled and rubbed the back of his head, a lap full of Naruto in front if him.

"Is Shikamaru your boooyfweind?!" he asked before Kiba could hurl abuse at him, making kissy noises and laughing at him. Kiba snorted and pushed him to the side.

"Nah, just a fuckin' good kisser, got a problem?" he asked, a little defensively, folding his arms and glaring. Naruto frowned in confusion and shook his head.

"N-no...just jokin'..." he said, staring at Kiba as he stood and held a hand out to help him up.

"Kiba! Kiba! Like, what's goin' on?!" Sakura asked, rushing over as fast as she could with Ino hanging onto her arm, laughing as she practically flew over. He sighed. He knew Shikamaru would never object to telling everyone because of this.

"Nothin', it's a fuckin' party man, just havin' fun," he said, frowning at them both. They blinked at him then grinned.

"I see..." Sakura said, stumbling a little as she leaned on Ino for balance. Ino snorted and wrapped an arm around Sakura's waist to hold her up, the other hand on the wall to keep herself steady.

'They're so fucked...' Kiba thought for a moment, staring at them in amusement as they struggled to keep each other vertical.

"We'll show you how'ta have fun..." Ino said surely, grabbing Sakura's face and crashing her lips to her's.

Naruto half screamed, Kiba staring at them in shock. He glanced around the room and, sure enough, all eyes were on the two kunoichi. Lee fell back onto the couch, unable to keep standing after seeing that so suddenly, and even Neji was wide eyed with amazement. Kiba smirked a little, an idea popping into his head.

"I gotta piss..." he announced, releived that no one really cared, or took notice. He crept out the room, ran down the short hall and let himself in the unlocked bathroom. Shikamaru looked up from the bath where he'd been laying back, staring at the tiled ceiling.

"That was quick," he said, half sitting up, then deciding that it was too troublesome and leaning on the edge of the bath to watch Kiba lock the door and walk over to him hazily.

"You missed it man, Ino and Sakura are making out right now!" he said quietly, grinning with excitement. Shikamaru snorted, going back to rest in the empty bath.

"That'll save us then. No one's gonna care about us if they're making out," he said, closing his eyes. Kiba laughed and pulled his shirt off.

"That's what I thought," he replied, climbing into the bath and straddling Shikamaru's hips, leaning down and kissing him gently. He felt a smile.

"Man...I am wasted..." Shikamaru admitted, rubbing his eye slightly, a rosy tint to his cheeks. Kiba laughed and tugged at his clothes.

"Are you gonna pass out? 'Cause I really don't wanna be fuckin' a warm corpse," he said as Shikamaru sat up a little to allow his shirt to be removed. He snorted and lay back down, a hand behind Kiba's head pulling him down with him.

"Nah, think I'll be fine..." he said, lips brushing Kiba's as he spoke. Kiba didn't need any more convincing, leaning in and pressing every possible inch of his body against the one beneath him in the otherwise empty bath tub. He heard Shikamaru let out a soft gasp as his lips moved to his neck, nipping at the skin with sharp teeth.

"Ahh, Kiba...don't leave any marks this time..." he complained, writhing slightly, tugging gently on the belt loops of Kiba's pants. Kiba snickered slightly against his skin, biting down even harder and making him squirm, a squeak escaping the Nara's throat.

"But I like markin' you...'cause you're my territory..." he said, letting Shikamaru get over the pain in his neck by licking and breathing softly over the darkening bruise.

"Whatever...it's just a bitch to try and explain when people see it..." he sighed back, tugging Kiba's hair to make their faces level and press their lips together. Kiba groaned a little into the kiss, one hand travelling down Shikamaru's chest to his abdomen, the other propping himself up beside Shikamaru's head.

"Hey, y'know, while we're here...in Naruto's bath tub...how's about tryin' somethin' new...?" Kiba asked in between suckings of Shikamaru's lips, tounge and skin. Shikamaru took a minute before registering what had been asked, gasping and moaning underneath the powerful body covering his own.

"Like...what?" he asked, restraining a cry as Kiba pressed their groins together, feeling the other's hardness against his own. Hands flew instinctively to Kiba's hips, pressing down to create more of that glorious friction, gasping hotly into sensitive ears.

"How's about...ungh...how's about ridin' me...?" he asked, tounge wrapping around Shikamaru's earring as he felt the hands squeeze his behind at the suggestion. Shikamaru never went on top, ever. He had every possibility of taking on the role of seme, but as he always said, it was just too bothersome. He preffered his sex as a simple, stress free act, where he could simply lay back and enjoy the feeling. Now, however, he wouldn't be seme, just on top and in control.

"What makes you think I'm gonna do it...?" he asked, an arm curling around Kiba's neck to hold him close as the other hand trailed up his heated, moist back.

"'Cause you know you wanna," Kiba growled back in his ear, rubbing against him again for added effect.

Shikamaru couldn't deny he'd considered it in the past. He was intrigued at what it felt like to be in control. And he also had to admit he was quite the cock tease, so this should be interesting to say the least.

"Well...?" Kiba asked, dragging his lower lip along Shikamaru's jaw, his hand still moving in slow circles on his stomach, occasionally dipping just below the hem of his pants.

"Uhh...fine, sure...no promises that it'll be good, though..." he grumbled. Kiba grinned and sat up to let Shikamaru move and pin him to the bottom of the tub, straddling his thighs and leaning down to kiss him again. He pressed down, instantly grinding their crotches together and panting into the kiss desperately. He felt Kiba's smirk as he did it again, forcing him into letting out a soft whimper.

"See, ain't so bad now, is it?" Kiba asked mockingly, pushing his hips up a little to respond to Shikamaru's searching thrusts. He didn't answer, but began licking a trail down Kiba's neck, across his chest and down to his navel. Nimble fingers worked quickly at the fly of Kiba's pants, and the dog nin knew where it was going so his hand reached down and cupped his lovers cheek, the thumb finding and parting Shikamaru's lips. "You're so fuckin' sexy, y'know that...?" he asked quietly, Shikamaru's eyes flashing up to meet his as his member was suddenly exposed to the humid air in the room. He felt the hot breath running across his flesh, his mouth falling open slightly.

The thumb was dropped from Shikamaru's warm, wet mouth, which immediately took up another job of licking and kissing across Kiba's arousal. The discarded hand reached up to grab hold of the hair that was constantly tied up, tugging gently to show what he wanted.

Shikamaru had suggested a couple of times that perhaps Kiba would like his hair down, not that it really mattered to him. Kiba always refused. He loved the way Shikamaru wore his hair. It served as an excellent tool for blow jobs, and a great way of holding him face down when pressing him into a matress, or whatever they happened to be fucking on at the time. Also, Shikamaru's hair had a tendancy of getting in the way all the time, the Nara constantly having to spit it out when it caught in his mouth or yelping when Kiba leaned on it accidentally. God only knew how Neji put up with it.

"Uhh...oh..." Kiba moaned, Shikamaru's tongue travelling everywhere it could reach on Kiba's cock, trying to make him as wet as possible. Taking him as far as possible into his mouth, he sucked slowly, still thrown off from the alcohol. He almost giggled at himself for being drunk, in Naruto's bath tub, giving his secret lover a blow job. The situation seemed ridiculous to him.

"S-Shika...ungh..." Kiba panted, tightening his grip on the ponytail. Shikamaru pulled back instantly, earning a groan from Kiba and laughing as he stood up to drop his pants and underwear, gripping the shower rail for support. "Man...you're so hot..." Kiba mumbled, grinning at him from his position. Shikamaru laughed again, nearly falling over as he kneeled back down on Kiba's stomach, reaching behind and gathering as much pre-cum from him to prep himself. He bit his lip as he pushed one finger inside, keeping his eyes open in tiny slits to watch Kiba's face, who's eyes widened at the sight of Shikamaru touching himself on top of him.

He never did anything like this. He'd masturbated for Kiba when he'd had asked him to once, but that was it. He figured it was probably the alcohol playing with his mind, telling him to do things he usualy wouldn't. But then, wasn't that half the fun?

He gasped aloud as a second finger of his entered, scissoring with the first, stretching him as much as one could to ones self. Kiba's eyes had become glazed, watching Shikamaru move and pant under his own hands. He moaned slightly when the fingers touched his erection again to gather more lubrication.

"S-so...fuckin' sexy..." he gasped, glancing up to Shikamaru's eyes, which were heavily lidded but still watching him. They smirked at each other, Shikamaru moaning loudly after a moment, closing his eyes and biting his lip again from touching his prostate. Kiba felt his hardness twitch at the sight and sound. At that moment, he couldn't think of anything more arousing.

"K-Kiba...I can't..." he panted, retracting his hand and bracing himself on the edges of the bath, moving down to poise himself above Kiba, who nodded and moved one hand to his hip and one to his own erection to guide himself in.

Slowly, he sank down, closing his eyes as he felt himself being filled. Kiba bit back his moan, watching with heavy eyes as Shikamaru dropped his hands to Kiba's chest and stilled for a moment to recover. He pushed himself up gently, biting his lip again, eyes clenched shut and head rolling back slowly.

"God, Kiba..." he gasped, lowering himself again, head falling forwards and breath hitching in his throat.

"Yeah...yeah. Fuck-Shi-Shika'ru!" Kiba groaned as his hips grinded up to meet Shikamaru's as he continuously rolled his lower body down. One hand left Kiba's chest, reaching up to stabilise himself against the tiled wall and his fingers clenched on the cold surface, as if trying to scratch himself up the wall.

"Kiba! I-I'm..." he panted, opening his heavily lidded eyes, staring directly into Kiba's glazed ones and letting out a slow, desperate keening sound as Kiba's hand found his erection, the hand on his hip squeezing harshly.

He couldn't handle it anymore. The alcohol, the party outside, the sensations, Kiba...it was all too much. His orgasm was slow, but still powerful enough to send him falling forwards on top of Kiba, who grabbing his backside in both hands and pumped him down to finish himself off. He let out a strangled cry in Shikamaru's ear as he came, making the lazy boy smile happily against Kiba's tattooed cheek.

After appoximately fifteen minutes, a loud crashing bang was heard on the door.

"KIBA! GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE! NARUTO THREW UP!" Ino's voice screamed. Shikamaru frowned slightly.

"There's a turn off..." he grumbled, shifting to stand shakily and yanking his pants back on.

"I'm comin'..." Kiba said to the door, not really caring whether she heard or not. Just as he was pulling his shirt back on, Shikamaru grabbed him and kissed him fully on the lips, stumbling slightly.

"Tell them I left earlier but nobody noticed," he said, moving over to the small window by the shower and climbing, albeit rather clumsily, out. Kiba grinned, turning his attention to the mirror before opening the door.

"Jesus, man...what's he had?" he asked immediately, seeing his blond friend's face tinged ever so slightly with a sickly green. Ino huffed and kicked him over to the toilet.

"I dunno. What were you doing in here?! You've been gone for nearly an hour!" she said, glaring at him suspiciously. Kiba shrugged.

"Passed out for a while," he said easily and walking past her back to the main party, where things were beginning to die down, Neji leaning heavily against the wall where he sat, eyes closed over slightly, and Sakura and Tenten stifling their giggles as they each braided a part of his hair, Hinata blushing furiously as she too tried not to laugh.

"Hey...where'd Shikamaru go...?" Ino asked, seeming considerably more sober than she had an hour ago. Kiba stole a stray can from the table in the centre of the room, which had been knocked to a new angle, and flopped down beside Shino on the couch.

"He left ages ago," he said, glancing at her increduously, as if to say 'you didn't already know that?!'. She frowned at him but nodded.

"Oh right, yeah, I forgot," she said, shrugging and walking over to talk to Chouji. Kiba smirked.

'That was one hell of a party...'

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