Buzzing Beetle, Gentle Fist
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Buzzing Beetle, Gentle Fist Chapter 2
A/N: Maya-Nara, Gaia77, kanazerosukenaru, Admiral ShadowWolf, yaoilovergirl, and Prpl Grl, I thank you for your reviews.
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Warning: OOC
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A second later, the three men materialized inside a darkened room.
Shikamaru looked around. It smells like Shino in here, he thought to himself as his eyes adjusted. His arms were released and each man stood, shifting on their feet and sighing in anxiety but otherwise remaining in place.
Light from sources Shikamaru could not identify began to increase all over the room until it was dim. Insects heard flying around seemed to find a perch all at once. The kikaichu calmed, but only slightly.
That’s when realization dawned on the mission leader. “Shino”, he asked, “where is this place?”
The Aburame cleared his throat. “It is where I sleep, and dream.”
Gods. They were in Shino’s bedroom. They were in Shino’s bedroom.
It was a Spartan, windowless setting. On the bare floor sat a large bed next to a small desk and chair, with a bookshelf and a desk lamp. There was a small closet and a chest of drawers. An open doorway bordered with tags led out of the room and into another darkened one.
Against the far wall, set on pedestals positioned in pairs on either side of the closet, were four covered aquariums.
Shikamaru couldn’t tell what was in them. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
He turned toward Shino but found both men staring at him expectantly.
“Questions?” Neji asked.
Shikamaru looked at him. “Just the one”, he responded.
Neji nodded in acknowledgement. “I promise that you will know everything you want to know and more before this is over”, he told Shikamaru in a quiet voice. “All we’re asking is that you keep an open mind.”
Neji extended his arm, gesturing toward the bed. “Please”, he offered.
The Nara looked at him, and then at Shino, who nodded, before walking over and slowly sitting on the corner of Shino’s neatly-made bed.
And waited.
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Neji turned and gave Shino that look, the one he’d trained on him at the restaurant that had gotten the kikaichu so riled up, and the buzzing went into overdrive again. Shino moved in front of the Hyuuga. He turned around so that his back was to Neji and he was facing Shikamaru before removing his hood. He could feel the Hyuuga’s warm breath on his neck as he watched Shikamaru watching them with his hands bracing his stiff body against the mattress.
Without a word, Neji reached around and with deft fingers began to unfasten Shino’s coat.
Shikamaru gulped.
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It was a challenge to ignore the literally hundreds of questions flooding the Nara’s mind and just go with the flow, but the alternative made it more than worth the effort. Shikamaru marveled as Neji and Shino removed each layer. He’d never seen so much of the Bug Master before, never imagined he would, and never dreamed for a moment that Neji would either. The Aburame clan was as much an enigma as any other clan of the village, its secrets known only to its members and perhaps found in scrolls under tight security within the walls of the Hokage tower.
And then Shino stood before him clad only in dark glasses, and Shikamaru’s mouth fell open.
The Aburame wasn’t just a man. He wasn’t just a sentient hive controlling an army of deadly insects. He was something otherworldly. The lean, muscled physique of a man stood in the increasing light of the room, covered in pale skin that moved, and puckered, and rippled, and waved and pulsed. Openings in the skin were there, and then they weren’t. Soft-looking deep brown hair made naturally curly trails up and away from those covered eyes, aristocratic nose and pretty mouth.
Insects in the room flew in a slow, synchronized orbit around the pair, as if high off their energy.
There was fascinating power in the peculiar mystique of Aburame that was as erotic as it was intimidating.
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Shino turned around to face Neji. He felt so much calmer when he was looking at the Hyuuga. He could hardly believe Shikamaru was there, watching them. It made the Bug Master anxious.
What if Shikamaru didn’t like what he saw?
Neji smiled. Was that performance anxiety he detected in Shino? Thank goodness for his Byakugan. He leaned forward, catching the Aburame on the lips with his own soft ones, and then leaned back. As far as physical intimacy went, they didn’t indulge; their interaction behind closed doors had always been clearly defined. That things between them would change tonight was assumed; how much they would change, no one knew.
So the Hyuuga did what he thought might help make Shino feel more at ease at that moment: he offered him the additional intimacy for the taking.
Shino gulped, thanked the Byakugan wielder silently, took Neji’s face into his hands and pressed their lips together.
Their joining was exploratory, intended to calm Shino while at the same time giving Shikamaru a show he never thought he’d see. Neji’s fully clothed form was holding Shino’s naked one while the Bug Master indulged himself in the Hyuuga’s mouth. Shikamaru looked on with wide eyes as the bugs in Shino’s body converged beneath the contact points of Neji’s hand on the small of Shino’s back, above firm, muscled buttocks, and buzzed excitedly.
About this time Shikamaru realized the dawn-like increase of light in the room was thanks to an industrious battalion of fireflies strategically positioned throughout the room, no doubt at their master’s command.
A calmer Shino broke their kiss and looked at Neji, who smiled. “Go”, the Hyuuga prodded, and the Aburame nodded.
Shikamaru watched as Shino walked over to the closet and stood facing it, then braced himself with extended arms against the closet door and his legs shoulder-width apart, as if in submission.
Gods.
Neji never took his eyes off of Shikamaru as he divested himself of his clan’s jounin attire. He delighted in detecting the quickened pulse and the intensifying arousal of their shifty-eyed, fully-clothed guest as a shorter, more muscular, equally pale body was revealed. Shikamaru was still confused about what was happening and was feeling all of the disadvantage, but-- to Neji’s increasing pleasure-- maintained his silence.
The Nara’s face glistened with sweat and he was consciously grappling with an urge to adjust himself in his pants by the time Neji had removed his hair band, and finally his headband. The latter he held and, with a knowing look at Shikamaru, turned with a swish of long, flowing hair to make his way toward Shino, who stood waiting.
Neji placed a small kiss on Shino’s right shoulder before pressing his naked body against the Bug Master’s undulating back and reaching around to remove his shades. The Hyuuga folded them gently and set them on the lid of the closest aquarium before taking his headband and replacing Shino’s shades with it over his eyes, securing it around the back of his head.
Now blindfolded in the half-lit room, with kikaichu going insane with anticipation inside him and miscellaneous insects outside communicating garbled messages to him, Shino Aburame waited for the sensation of the activation of Neji’s jutsu.
It came a second later, jolting his entire being.
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Shikamaru stared in mute shock as Neji squatted behind the Aburame and placed each of his chakra-activated hands at the man’s feet. Then, with expert motion and gentle pressure, he glided the fingertips of his hands upward slowly along the back of Shino’s body. The Bug Master’s head fell back and he moaned aloud to the ceiling in unabashed ecstasy, sexual noises filling the room as his bugs shifted in a similar rage beneath his skin.
It was a most perverse use for a jutsu of that type. Shikamaru never imagined Neji would permit himself to be so…imaginative, to say nothing of the fact that he was doing it with Shino, of all people. He had long since become hard, but now, as the Nara watched the two men together, live in the flesh and creating a vortex of chakra and insects, his erection was threatening to split its skin.
Neji’s hands rose higher, lingering longer than usual on Shino’s buttocks and causing him to yell louder. The Hyuuga chuckled, straightened to his full height and finished his task, running his hands along Shino’s torso to his shoulders as the insects rippled and swayed in fevered response.
When he was done, he removed his hands from the sweaty, trembling, vibrating shinobi. A shameless cry of protest and increased vibration from the insects made him smile.
“All right then, if you insist”, Neji husked, all hair, and chakra and skin. He pressed his naked body back against Shino’s and reached around again, this time taking the blindfolded man’s straining erection into his chakra-activated fist.
Gods, Shikamaru thought to himself in disbelief. That’s going to kill him!
It was over quickly. Neji used a practiced hand and had Shino coming so hard his entire body lurched against him, his cum splashing forcefully off the door in front of him. The Aburame wailed, a sharp keening breathless sound that had Shikamaru reaching for his own erection despite his best efforts not to.
“Don’t”, Neji commanded without turning around. “You’ll need that soon.”
Shikamaru was frustrated by the direction, but didn’t argue. How much more of this would he have to endure? To what end?
As soon as the Hyuuga released him and stepped back Shino slid down the door to the floor, panting heavily.
Neji slowly rounded on Shikamaru, whose hands were fisted in the blanket on the bed, his eyes betraying a combination of frustration, confusion and lust.
That beautifully pale, artfully sculpted, perfectly erect body advanced on the shadow user just as slowly, one dark brow arched at the pleasing image.
He licked Shino’s cum from his hand before he spoke. “You need to get undressed”, he informed Shikamaru.
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Warning: OOC
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A second later, the three men materialized inside a darkened room.
Shikamaru looked around. It smells like Shino in here, he thought to himself as his eyes adjusted. His arms were released and each man stood, shifting on their feet and sighing in anxiety but otherwise remaining in place.
Light from sources Shikamaru could not identify began to increase all over the room until it was dim. Insects heard flying around seemed to find a perch all at once. The kikaichu calmed, but only slightly.
That’s when realization dawned on the mission leader. “Shino”, he asked, “where is this place?”
The Aburame cleared his throat. “It is where I sleep, and dream.”
Gods. They were in Shino’s bedroom. They were in Shino’s bedroom.
It was a Spartan, windowless setting. On the bare floor sat a large bed next to a small desk and chair, with a bookshelf and a desk lamp. There was a small closet and a chest of drawers. An open doorway bordered with tags led out of the room and into another darkened one.
Against the far wall, set on pedestals positioned in pairs on either side of the closet, were four covered aquariums.
Shikamaru couldn’t tell what was in them. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
He turned toward Shino but found both men staring at him expectantly.
“Questions?” Neji asked.
Shikamaru looked at him. “Just the one”, he responded.
Neji nodded in acknowledgement. “I promise that you will know everything you want to know and more before this is over”, he told Shikamaru in a quiet voice. “All we’re asking is that you keep an open mind.”
Neji extended his arm, gesturing toward the bed. “Please”, he offered.
The Nara looked at him, and then at Shino, who nodded, before walking over and slowly sitting on the corner of Shino’s neatly-made bed.
And waited.
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Neji turned and gave Shino that look, the one he’d trained on him at the restaurant that had gotten the kikaichu so riled up, and the buzzing went into overdrive again. Shino moved in front of the Hyuuga. He turned around so that his back was to Neji and he was facing Shikamaru before removing his hood. He could feel the Hyuuga’s warm breath on his neck as he watched Shikamaru watching them with his hands bracing his stiff body against the mattress.
Without a word, Neji reached around and with deft fingers began to unfasten Shino’s coat.
Shikamaru gulped.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was a challenge to ignore the literally hundreds of questions flooding the Nara’s mind and just go with the flow, but the alternative made it more than worth the effort. Shikamaru marveled as Neji and Shino removed each layer. He’d never seen so much of the Bug Master before, never imagined he would, and never dreamed for a moment that Neji would either. The Aburame clan was as much an enigma as any other clan of the village, its secrets known only to its members and perhaps found in scrolls under tight security within the walls of the Hokage tower.
And then Shino stood before him clad only in dark glasses, and Shikamaru’s mouth fell open.
The Aburame wasn’t just a man. He wasn’t just a sentient hive controlling an army of deadly insects. He was something otherworldly. The lean, muscled physique of a man stood in the increasing light of the room, covered in pale skin that moved, and puckered, and rippled, and waved and pulsed. Openings in the skin were there, and then they weren’t. Soft-looking deep brown hair made naturally curly trails up and away from those covered eyes, aristocratic nose and pretty mouth.
Insects in the room flew in a slow, synchronized orbit around the pair, as if high off their energy.
There was fascinating power in the peculiar mystique of Aburame that was as erotic as it was intimidating.
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Shino turned around to face Neji. He felt so much calmer when he was looking at the Hyuuga. He could hardly believe Shikamaru was there, watching them. It made the Bug Master anxious.
What if Shikamaru didn’t like what he saw?
Neji smiled. Was that performance anxiety he detected in Shino? Thank goodness for his Byakugan. He leaned forward, catching the Aburame on the lips with his own soft ones, and then leaned back. As far as physical intimacy went, they didn’t indulge; their interaction behind closed doors had always been clearly defined. That things between them would change tonight was assumed; how much they would change, no one knew.
So the Hyuuga did what he thought might help make Shino feel more at ease at that moment: he offered him the additional intimacy for the taking.
Shino gulped, thanked the Byakugan wielder silently, took Neji’s face into his hands and pressed their lips together.
Their joining was exploratory, intended to calm Shino while at the same time giving Shikamaru a show he never thought he’d see. Neji’s fully clothed form was holding Shino’s naked one while the Bug Master indulged himself in the Hyuuga’s mouth. Shikamaru looked on with wide eyes as the bugs in Shino’s body converged beneath the contact points of Neji’s hand on the small of Shino’s back, above firm, muscled buttocks, and buzzed excitedly.
About this time Shikamaru realized the dawn-like increase of light in the room was thanks to an industrious battalion of fireflies strategically positioned throughout the room, no doubt at their master’s command.
A calmer Shino broke their kiss and looked at Neji, who smiled. “Go”, the Hyuuga prodded, and the Aburame nodded.
Shikamaru watched as Shino walked over to the closet and stood facing it, then braced himself with extended arms against the closet door and his legs shoulder-width apart, as if in submission.
Gods.
Neji never took his eyes off of Shikamaru as he divested himself of his clan’s jounin attire. He delighted in detecting the quickened pulse and the intensifying arousal of their shifty-eyed, fully-clothed guest as a shorter, more muscular, equally pale body was revealed. Shikamaru was still confused about what was happening and was feeling all of the disadvantage, but-- to Neji’s increasing pleasure-- maintained his silence.
The Nara’s face glistened with sweat and he was consciously grappling with an urge to adjust himself in his pants by the time Neji had removed his hair band, and finally his headband. The latter he held and, with a knowing look at Shikamaru, turned with a swish of long, flowing hair to make his way toward Shino, who stood waiting.
Neji placed a small kiss on Shino’s right shoulder before pressing his naked body against the Bug Master’s undulating back and reaching around to remove his shades. The Hyuuga folded them gently and set them on the lid of the closest aquarium before taking his headband and replacing Shino’s shades with it over his eyes, securing it around the back of his head.
Now blindfolded in the half-lit room, with kikaichu going insane with anticipation inside him and miscellaneous insects outside communicating garbled messages to him, Shino Aburame waited for the sensation of the activation of Neji’s jutsu.
It came a second later, jolting his entire being.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shikamaru stared in mute shock as Neji squatted behind the Aburame and placed each of his chakra-activated hands at the man’s feet. Then, with expert motion and gentle pressure, he glided the fingertips of his hands upward slowly along the back of Shino’s body. The Bug Master’s head fell back and he moaned aloud to the ceiling in unabashed ecstasy, sexual noises filling the room as his bugs shifted in a similar rage beneath his skin.
It was a most perverse use for a jutsu of that type. Shikamaru never imagined Neji would permit himself to be so…imaginative, to say nothing of the fact that he was doing it with Shino, of all people. He had long since become hard, but now, as the Nara watched the two men together, live in the flesh and creating a vortex of chakra and insects, his erection was threatening to split its skin.
Neji’s hands rose higher, lingering longer than usual on Shino’s buttocks and causing him to yell louder. The Hyuuga chuckled, straightened to his full height and finished his task, running his hands along Shino’s torso to his shoulders as the insects rippled and swayed in fevered response.
When he was done, he removed his hands from the sweaty, trembling, vibrating shinobi. A shameless cry of protest and increased vibration from the insects made him smile.
“All right then, if you insist”, Neji husked, all hair, and chakra and skin. He pressed his naked body back against Shino’s and reached around again, this time taking the blindfolded man’s straining erection into his chakra-activated fist.
Gods, Shikamaru thought to himself in disbelief. That’s going to kill him!
It was over quickly. Neji used a practiced hand and had Shino coming so hard his entire body lurched against him, his cum splashing forcefully off the door in front of him. The Aburame wailed, a sharp keening breathless sound that had Shikamaru reaching for his own erection despite his best efforts not to.
“Don’t”, Neji commanded without turning around. “You’ll need that soon.”
Shikamaru was frustrated by the direction, but didn’t argue. How much more of this would he have to endure? To what end?
As soon as the Hyuuga released him and stepped back Shino slid down the door to the floor, panting heavily.
Neji slowly rounded on Shikamaru, whose hands were fisted in the blanket on the bed, his eyes betraying a combination of frustration, confusion and lust.
That beautifully pale, artfully sculpted, perfectly erect body advanced on the shadow user just as slowly, one dark brow arched at the pleasing image.
He licked Shino’s cum from his hand before he spoke. “You need to get undressed”, he informed Shikamaru.