Constructive Possession

A/N: Surprise!

At this point I theorize that there will be another five chapters before I’m done with this fic, possibly one or two more. It’s difficult for me to be able to determine what is necessary in order to make this story do what I need it to do. I wrote the dinner party two months ago, and I’ve been trying to catch up to it all this time. Some road to get here, eh? I’ve had fun.

There will be lime in this chapter. You have been warned.

Many thanks to all my reviewers. You are the cream in my coffee!

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Warning: unbeta’d; language; OC; angst; WAFF; humor; yaoi

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“Hello?” Hiashi Hyuuga answered the telephone in his nephew’s penthouse.

“Mr. Hyuuga, good afternoon. It’s Mango calling from the front gate. There is a police officer here requesting entry. She says it’s very important.”

She? Hiashi quirked a brow. “Mango is this officer a slender brown-eyed brunette by any chance?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is she in uniform and carrying a warrant?” Hiashi asked.

The sound of mumbling could be heard before an irate female voice responded on the other end of the line. Hiashi sighed. Apparently she hadn’t given up, and now she knew where to find them.

“Mango,” Hiashi spoke into the telephone, “if the officer is not in proper uniform and currently in possession of a valid warrant then she is not authorized entry. Tell her that and then send her away.”

Hiashi hung up the telephone, setting it down on the bed in the bedroom where he stood in his white tee-shirt and boxers, gray socks and unbuttoned light blue button-down shirt.

He knew she wouldn’t give up easily now that she had figured out where they were. It was time to put his contingency plan into action.

Hiashi got down on his knees and crawled beneath the bed. He took hold of an envelope that had been taped inside the footboard and pulled it away, and then crawled out from beneath the bed.

He stood up. His knees were achy and protesting the movements. Times like this reminded him of his advancing age.

Hiashi tossed the envelope on the bed. Then he reached for his navy blue trousers and put them on. Sliding his feet into his slippers, he headed toward the hallway, grabbing the envelope on the way out of the bedroom.

In the hallway, he stood and listened. Judging from the sounds he could hear, his nephew and his partner were still sharing a bath. That was good. It meant that Hiashi could work without interruptions.

Hiashi made his way toward the dining room with confident strides. He needed to work quickly.

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“You’re awfully quiet.”

Shikamaru sat between Neji’s outstretched legs in the large tub, his back against Neji’s chest. The Nara had been drawing slow, lazy circles into the sides of Neji’s knees with his fingers while Neji absently ran his fingers through Shikamaru’s wet, nearly shoulder-length jet-black waves.

“Mmm”, was Neji’s only response.

“Your uncle did an excellent job with the marinade. Is that a family recipe?” Shikamaru asked.

“Yes”, Neji responded.

Shikamaru waited for Neji to say something else, anything else. But he didn’t. All that could be heard was the sound of the jets under the water in the tub.

“Come on, Neji”, Shikamaru urged, “my parents are going to love you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“You don’t know that, Shikamaru.”

“Well, why wouldn’t they? You’re young, you’re hot, you’re strong, you’re intelligent, you’re rich, and you’re a cop. I don’t think I could have done better if I’d held auditions.”

Neji had to chuckle at that last comment. “Let’s just hope your parents share that sentiment.”

“I’m sure they will. Now look…I know my dad will probably come in here and bust your balls, but you’ve held your own with the worst of them so I’m not worried. Just be yourself. My parents will know I’m in good hands.”

“And if they don’t, Shikamaru? What then?”

“They will, Neji.”

“You’re not hearing me, Shikamaru.” Shikamaru turned his head to look into the face of his worried lover.

“Your parents love you, and you love them. You have a relationship with them. They raised a great son, Shikamaru. What if they want something more for you, something different? Are you going to defy them? What will that do to your relationship with them?”

“Neji, I—“

“Shikamaru I couldn’t bear it if I were the cause of a rift between you and your parents.”

“Hey.” Shikamaru changed positions so that he was sitting face-to-face with Neji in the Hyuuga’s lap. The anxiety Shikamaru saw in Neji’s eyes stunned him. “Are you serious? Neji, I am a man capable of making good decisions. I know what I want and that is you. I don’t care what my parents tell anyone when they come here tonight, I am committed and that is that. If they don’t agree, well, then we’ll have to work something out. I do love my parents, Neji, but it’s my life.”

Shikamaru pressed his lips to Neji’s, and then pressed their foreheads together. “I made my choice two years ago, Neji. I’m not about to change my mind now.”

At that moment Neji wanted to cry. He shut his eyes, fearful of escaping tears. It was still amazing to Neji how effortlessly Shikamaru could reduce him to this.

He knew in his heart that Shikamaru had chosen him. He didn’t want it to be a reason for his lover to walk away from his family the way that Neji had walked away from his. The Hyuuga wanted to be an addition to the Nara’s family, not a replacement for it.

“Neji”, Shikamaru began, “we do this together. We’re a team. As far as my parents are concerned, their son just grew another head with pale eyes and very long hair.”

And just like that, Neji was laughing again. He loved the sound of his own laughter, how easy it had become to laugh, and it made him love the man responsible all the more.

Neji opened his eyes and looked into Shikamaru’s face, and knew he had discovered a priceless treasure…one that he would do anything to keep.

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“The white one, the blue one or the gray one?” Neji asked Shikamaru. They had emerged from their bath and groomed themselves and were now in the process of getting dressed. The two men were standing inside Neji’s massive closet together wearing socks, boxers, sleeveless undershirts and dress pants.

Shikamaru stood silently for a moment before answering, “The gray one.”

Wordlessly, Neji reached for a hanger bearing a light gray button-down shirt, and then pressed a button. A motor whirred and a carousel came to life. Neji pressed the button again when the selection of ties appeared in front of them. Neji retrieved a red tie from the selection and then stepped back.

“No, wait”, Shikamaru said, and Neji did.

Shikamaru retrieved a lavender tie from the selection.

Neji looked at the Nara. “Are you going to wear that one?” he asked.

Shikamaru smirked. He never wore ties, and Neji knew it. “No, you are.” The Nara raised the tie in the air. “This one enhances your eyes.”

“Yes, but now we’re losing the contrast between the charcoal gray of the suit and the red of the tie. That shade of lavender isn’t much deeper than the light gray of the shirt. It’ll blend in until the tie is nearly undetectable”, Neji responded.

Shikamaru shook his head. “It will force anyone looking at you to focus on your eyes. You have insane power in your eyes, Neji, and tonight is the kind of night where a thing like that could come in handy.”

Neji bit his lip. He still wasn’t convinced.

“Look,” Shikamaru told him, extending the hand holding the tie to Neji, “just try on the lavender one. If you’re not happy, then take it off and put on the red one. Fair enough?”

Neji smirked. “On one condition.”

Shikamaru had a feeling he wasn’t going to like what was coming.

“You wear a tie tonight”, Neji told him.

“Are you kidding?” Shikamaru asked. “Look, I put on a button-down shirt and dress pants instead of a polo and chinos for you, and now you want me to wear a noose?”

“It isn’t a noose, it’s a tie, and you’ll look great in one. What have you got against ties?” Neji responded.

“Other than the fact that I find them unnecessary, nothing. We’re having dinner with my parents, Neji; none of us need to be wearing a tie.”

Neji shook his head. “I don’t care what you say, Shikamaru, this evening is a tie-worthy event. Now all we need to do is find one to enhance your eyes.”

“My eyes are beady and dark brown, any tie will work.”

“Not necessarily.”

Neji hung the two ties around the handle of the hanger he held in his hand and walked out of the closet with Shikamaru behind him. He walked over to the bed. Shikamaru’s white button-down shirt and black belt were laid out for him. Neji placed his own shirt and the ties next to them on the bed and then picked up Shikamaru’s shirt.

“Turn around”, Neji directed his lover, who complied. Neji held the shirt up to Shikamaru’s back and shoulders. “Arms in”, he continued, and Shikamaru proceeded to slip each arm into the sleeves of his shirt, shrugging it on.

Neji walked around Shikamaru until they were facing each other. Wordlessly, he began to button the Nara’s shirt.

“I haven’t had someone dress me since I was eight years old”, Shikamaru announced.

Neji didn’t respond. He’d had a personal butler who dressed him for special occasions at the elders’ direction until he was eighteen years old, but he wasn’t going to tell Shikamaru.

When the last button of the shirt was buttoned Neji popped the collar and then reached for the red tie on the bed.

“You’re putting the red one on me?” Shikamaru asked.

“You agreed to my condition, I’ll take your advice on the tie. Besides,” the Hyuuga continued, tying Shikamaru’s tie around his neck with consummate skill, “the red looks better on you.”

Neji fixed the collar on Shikamaru’s shirt, and then stepped back to admire the results. The red did look better on the Nara with his jet-black hair. The white shirt was also a nice contrast to the natural shade of his skin.

Neji smiled. “You need cufflinks.”

He walked over to the tall dresser and picked up his favorite pair before returning to where Shikamaru stood near the bed. “Hold up your wrist”, he directed gently.

Shikamaru recognized the cufflinks instantly. “Aren’t these your favorite pair?” he asked as Neji installed one.

“Mmm”, Neji responded, motioning for Shikamaru to hold up his other wrist. “They were my father’s.”

Shikamaru stilled. “Neji, you shouldn’t be putting these on me. They were your father’s. What if I lose one?” he asked in a voice laced with anxiety.

Neji looked at his lover and planted a short kiss on his lips. “You won’t lose one,” he stated. “Please wear them for me, Shikamaru. I’ll feel better tonight knowing you’re wearing them.”

Shikamaru smiled. He couldn’t argue with that, now could he? “Okay”, he responded, nodding once.

Neji took Shikamaru’s hand. “Come here, I need to show you something.” Neji led Shikamaru in front of the big mirror that sat in one corner of the room. He stood behind him there.

“You talked about the power in my eyes, Shikamaru, and then referred to your own like they were boring and insignificant. That isn’t fair.”

Neji rubbed his hands over Shikamaru’s shoulders as he met the man’s eyes in the mirror. “I’ve watched you use those eyes during investigations to reduce a suspect to a shitting mess. And I’ve seen them half-lidded and glazed from passion. Your eyes tell volumes, Shikamaru; they’re a vault of secrets that only you know. They taunt me to want to know you inside out.”

Neji began to place light kisses on Shikamaru’s nape. Shikamaru blinked slowly.

“Have I mentioned how fucking hot you are in this tie?” Neji asked between kisses that had graduated to light nips of his teeth.

Oh, shit. Shikamaru took a deep breath. His eyes were filled with a mirror image that was setting him ablaze. “Neji, we can’t do this now, my parents are going to be here in thirty minutes.”

Neji rubbed his swelling cock against the Nara’s ass. “I can’t help it.” Neji’s hands began to roam Shikamaru’s torso. “That tie looks so sexy on you…you’re wearing my father’s cufflinks…”

Neji’s hands found their way to Shikamaru’s crotch that was straining with his twitching erection. “I want to know your secrets, Shikamaru”, Neji breathed into his lover’s ear.

Fuck. Shikamaru moaned and then grabbed Neji’s wrists in a feeble attempt to stay his hands. “Neji we can’t, please.”

Neji wasn’t listening. He motioned for his lover to turn around, then grabbed two handfuls of the Nara’s ass and took his mouth in a passionate kiss.

Shikamaru moaned into Neji’s mouth, helplessly swept along by the rising tide of their mutual lust. He roamed eager hands across Neji’s bare skin and down around the Hyuuga’s trim waist before grabbing a handful of his hyper erection.

Oh, fuck. Shikamaru couldn’t help it—he wanted Neji just as badly.

“We can do this”, Neji panted into Shikamaru’s mouth while groping his ass with one hand and his cock with the other. “It won’t take long.”

“It’ll…take…two hours”, Shikamaru managed while fighting to keep his pants fastened.

The two men were so caught up in what they were doing that they failed to notice the door to the bedroom opening and closing and the footfall of a lawyer approaching.

“Hey, you two, hands where I can see them,” he announced.

Both men froze. Neji moved his hands to a neutral position on Shikamaru’s body before turning to look at his uncle with a combination of lust and barely-controlled rage in his eyes.

“There had better be a fucking fire blazing outside this bedroom, uncle.”

Hiashi smirked. “There’s a fire blazing in here! What’s your point?”

Shikamaru stood silently, wiping saliva from his face with the back of his hand and internally thanking Neji’s uncle for his interruption. The Nara did not have the strength to stop what was happening.

“Uncle…what.do.you.want?” There was an undertone of terror in the question.

Hiashi held up three ties. “Which one should I wear?”

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“You interrupted—“ Neji closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again to glare at his uncle—“for that?!”

Hiashi cocked his head to one side. “Neji, honestly, you can’t do that now, we’re having people over in half an hour! It’s a good thing I came in when I did; I smell man-musk.”

Hiashi made eye contact with Shikamaru this time, holding the ties for emphasis and ignoring his seething nephew. “Which one?”

“Hm”, Shikamaru began, “light blue shirt, navy trousers...I’d tell you to go with the red, but since I’m wearing a red one tonight I recommend the navy blue one with the stripes.”

“Yes, I think that’s an excellent idea. I didn’t think you wore ties, Shikamaru.”

“Well, normally I don’t, but Neji put in a request so how could I refuse—“

“EXCUSE ME!” Neji interrupted boldly, stopping the two men in mid-sentence. “Shikamaru and I were in the middle of something in the privacy of my bedroom.”

“More at the beginning of something, from what I can tell,” Hiashi responded. “Come on, Neji, you’re not dressed, you’re as stiff as a pillar and I smell cum. The two of you are going to have to change your underwear and hit the after-shave if you don’t want to be outed by old Nara in front of everyone. Shikamaru”, Hiashi said, holding up the tie and winking, “thanks for your help.”

“Anytime, Hiashi”, Shikamaru responded, smiling. Hiashi turned and left the room, his face split by a smile his nephew could not see.

Now Neji was standing there training his scowl on Shikamaru.

Shikamaru’s smiled wilted. “What?”

When the Hyuuga said nothing, Shikamaru stated, “don’t get pissy with me because your uncle stopped you from trying to fuck away your nerves thirty minutes before my mother and father are due to arrive.”

He gave Neji a light peck on the lips before walking off. “I’m going to go change my shorts and hit the after-shave.”

Neji was too stunned to do anything but watch him walk away.

So he did.

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A/N: ROFLMAO!

Okay, then…apparently Tenten is back on the scene. And Neji, bless his heart, is so worried that he’ll be the cause of bad blood between Shikamaru and his folks, something he does not want. Thank goodness Hiashi and Shikamaru are paying attention! They saved him from himself, and it was hilarious!

I trolled the men’s section of the Brooks Brothers web site for ideas for this chapter. http://www.brooksbrothers.com

OMFG – Shikamaru in a white shirt with cufflinks, a red tie and black trousers. YUM!

Now that I am back on my schedule, I feel a lot better. Two chapters in two days is something I haven’t done since I wrote Kindred. Chapter 21, which heralds the official arrival of Shikaku and Yoshino Nara to the scene (yay!), should be posted in four days unless real life intrudes again (which, at the risk of boring you with the details, is entirely likely).

How will they react to meeting Neji? What will Neji do? Stay tuned and please leave a review!