The Differences Between Lovers

The Differences Between Lovers

Ch. 2 Neji

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People call them geniuses. But they are both fools in love. Neji should be much too smart for this, but somehow he found himself going to that hotel every Friday to meet Shikamaru. His head told him to stop this nonsense, but his heart’s much louder voice reminded him of how much Shikamaru meant to him. And once again Neji was headed to that damned hotel to meet the man of his dreams where they would have their brief collision and then it would be over…until next Friday.

Neji rented a hotel room, number 32. He made his way to the door and pulled his hairtie out hanging it on the knob so Shikamaru would know he had the right room. Neji sat on the edge of the bed and put his face in his hands: why was he so fucked up? Why could he not stop thinking of Shikamaru? He pulled out his cell phone and called Shikamaru, “Room 32, see you here.” Neji knew that Shikamaru heard the distressed note in his voice. He sat, holding his head, long hair swinging freely over his shoulders and pooling in his lap until he heard the turning of the door handle.

He looked up to see a frowning Shikamaru. The shadow-nin came over to him and sat next to him on the bed, wrapping his arms around the Hyuuga and pulling Neji’s head down to rest on his chest. Neji was a proud man, and he would never let anyone see him cry except Shikamaru, because he knew that crying didn’t make him any less of a man in Shikamaru’s eyes. Silent tears began running down his face and falling on Shikamaru’s flak vest.

Neji thought of how he must look like an idiot, crying all over Shikamaru. He steadied his breaths and tried stop the flow of tears coming out of his eyes. “I’m sorry about that Shikamaru, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Yes you do. It’s my fault. Neji, I don’t want to make you cry, I want to be the one who makes you stop crying. Fuck!” Neji looked at Shikamaru whose outburst was quite unexpected. Shikamaru very rarely used curse words, and when he did it was only because he was really stressed out.
“No, it’s not you Shikamaru! It’s me…it’s my fault that we’re like this, I am the one who kicked you out, remember?”
“No Neji, I am the one who is married, I should have more control over myself.”
Neji’s pride would never accept that he wasn’t the one to blame. “No, it is my mistake, I kissed you that day, and meeting was my idea.”
“I accepted your offer. Maybe we are both equally to blame. Who knows?” Shikamaru placed a heartbreakingly gentle kiss on Neji’s lips. “Do you want to stop? If you do I will leave now.”
“I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to.”

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Soon enough Neji was drowning in Shikamaru. All his senses were being taken over; his mouth was tasting Shikamaru’s, all he could smell was Shikamaru’s clean scent, he was feeling the shadow-nin inside him, his ears were filled with their passionate moans, he watched the ecstasy flicker across his lover’s face. It was enough to make him come harder than he had in a long time. When Neji finally released he saw white, and screamed in an almost agonized way.

Neji lost control when he was with Shikamaru, he both hated and loved the feeling. It was scary because as a shinobi he was fearful of the unpredictable, but it felt good to not be responsible for his actions. He lay in the arms of his love and traced each scar within his reach. When he and Shikamaru had finally reunited, he hated not knowing where all his scars came from. Sometimes when he discovered a new scar, he would make Shikamaru tell him the story of how he got it. Neji traced a circular scar underneath Shika’s right nipple that he had received from a fight with a rogue-nin. Neji leaned down and kissed the dark nipple, flicking his tongue and teasing the hard nub. “Neji…” Shikamaru breathed.

Neji once again was standing at the threshold of the door of the hotel room, arms clamped around Shikamaru, unwilling, unable to let go. They stood like that for several minutes, placing loving kisses on the other. Shikamaru sighed and leaned his forehead on Neji’s shoulder. “Time to go…” they sighed at the same time.

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“Sasuke, I have been cheating on you with Shikamaru.” Neji practiced this line in the mirror, perfectly aware that he wouldn’t be saying those words to Sasuke anytime soon. Neji put his long hair in a tie and changed into his nightclothes. He was expecting Sasuke home any minute, Sasuke always worked late on Tuesdays, something to do with reports being due on Wednesdays. Neji didn’t mind, he had always liked being alone.

Neji heard Sasuke enter the front door of the apartment, and went out to greet him. Sasuke had the feral look in his eye that could only mean one thing… Sasuke had run into Naruto today. Neji’s plans for a quiet evening were now ruined. He didn’t look down on Sasuke for feeling the way he did about Naruto, he used to be the same way before he started his affair with Shikamaru. Neji went over to Sasuke and gave him a hard kiss, crashing their lips together.

Neji knew that Sasuke wanted to be hurt, and he knew just how to inflict the pain the other was searching for. He grabbed the raven’s hair and pulled his neck to the side, biting down of the exposed flesh. Sasuke cried out as Neji bit him hard enough to draw blood. “Do I need to get it?”
“Please…”
“Go to the bedroom, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Neji went to the closet where they kept all of their less than acceptable sexual devices, he grabbed a few items and took them with him to the room. Sasuke was sitting on the bed in the exact same position Neji had been in at the hotel earlier. “All fours, now.” Sasuke complied with the order, and crawled into the submissive position. Neji quickly tied Sasuke’s hands together tightly enough to bruise the pale wrists, before moving around behind Sasuke. Neji spit in his hand and lubricated his hard shaft. He knew Sasuke didn’t want to be stretched; he wanted the pain and soreness that came with their kind of sex.

Neji impaled the Uchiha in one swift motion, causing him to scream from the pain. Neji reached over and grabbed a kunai, before going to work on Sasuke’s back. He slowly carved lines down Sasuke’s back as he thrust into him. He looked down on the canvas of his torture. Sasuke’s back was marred with long scars, some completely healed, some still pink, and some that were just scabbing over. They both knew what they were doing was sick, but for some reason they both needed this. Sasuke to be hurt, and Neji to hurt someone. “Deeper!” Sasuke screamed, Neji knew from his tone, that he was talking about the kunai. Neji dug the kunai deeper into Sasuke’s flesh, causing the raven to yelp. “Do it now, Neji.”
“Are you sure you want that today?”
“Yes! Just do it.”

Neji put a ball gag on Sasuke, and buckled it around the back of his head. Neji grabbed the whip and pulled out of Sasuke so he could have a better angle for thestrokes. He brought it down on Sasuke’s back as hard as he could. Sasuke screamed around the ball-gag, and Neji brought the whip down on Sasuke’s already bloodied back again. With each lash of the whip, Sasuke’s cock gave an almost painful throb. Neji repeated the painful whipping about five more times before he decided that Sasuke had had enough, by the time he was through, Sasuke was desperate for orgasm. Neji threw the whip aside, and took care of his own needs, grabbing the pale hips and thrusting into Sasuke mercilessly. Sasuke moaned as Neji pounded into his heat, he rocked back to meet his partner, bodies colliding harshly. Neji’s nails left five perfect crescent-moon cuts in Sasuke’s skin where he was holding the raven’s hips. He angled himself inside Sasuke so that he was hitting his prostate with each thrust, he reached around and began pulling Sasuke’s erection roughly. Sasuke came first, and Neji shortly followed, the rhythmic contractions proving too much for him.

Neji pulled out of Sasuke and quickly removed the ball-gag and rope. They were both covered in blood, and thoroughly sated. He brushed a few strands of hair from Sasuke’s eyes in an uncharacteristically gentle display. “Did I hurt you too much?”
“No…thank you.”
“I understand. Let’s clean you up.”
That was all that needed to be said. Neither was very verbose, and expressing emotions to each other was almost like a sin. The two proud males found themselves, once again, cleaning and treating Sasuke’s wounds in silence. Sasuke seemed very controlling to others, but Neji knew that he only tried to control things because he lost control of Naruto, and now he was unhappy. It didn’t bother Neji that he wasn’t Sasuke’s ideal partner, because Sasuke wasn’t his first choice either. They both knew and understood this part of their relationship, which is why it worked. They were simply compatible in needs, and that mutuality worked quite well for both of them.

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Sasuke knew he was pathetic, but as usual he was sitting on a rooftop outside the mission office on Tuesday waiting to see Naruto go in for his weekly appointment. He felt like a stalker, he was being creepy, and he couldn’t help himself. He concealed his chakra and waited. As he saw Naruto approach in the distance, his heart started beating double-time. He imagined jumping down and telling Naruto all the things he had kept bottled inside of himself. But he wouldn’t.

Weak, useless, pitiable…

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