Constructive Possession

A/N: Would you believe more fanart? I swear Kyuubi1010 is on a roll!

Behold Kiba Inuzuka: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Kiba-106505438
The Inuzuka and the Yakushi: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/The-Inuzuka-and-The-Yakushi-106602009
Yakushi: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Yakushi-106587469 and my personal favorite, a rendition of Hiashi and Shikaku that positively sizzles: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/No-Fighting-It-106594929 . Aptly titled ‘No Fighting It’. Indeed, K.

Thank you all for the tremendous amount of support you’ve shown the fan artist. I know I speak for us both when I say it is love.

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Warning: unbeta’d; language; humor; yaoi

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“It smells wonderful in here!” Yoshino exclaimed, marveling at the array of warming dishes brimming with good food. “Did the two of you do this by yourselves?”

“Actually, the three of us did”, Shikamaru responded. “Turns out Hiashi can make a mean marinade.”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me, Hiashi has cooked for us many times.”

Shikamaru looked at his mother and Hiashi, who were inspecting the dishes in the trays. He’d been curious about the relationship between Hiashi and his parents and it had finally gotten the better of him.

“All right, I give”, he began, hands on his hips. “Exactly how long have you three known each other?”

Yoshino looked at Hiashi then. “When was it—seven years ago that my husband hired you?”

“That’s right”, Hiashi responded. “It was the year some idiot tried to sue you for false and misleading representation.”

“That’s right…Of course it worked out quite well in the end, the publicity from the suit put us on the map and our profits skyrocketed that year!”

“Yes, those were good times”, Hiashi responded, smiling.

Shikamaru took in the scene with interest, doing the math quickly in his brain. Seven years ago he was away at college and dating…which one was it? Sakura? Temari? He was having trouble remembering which of them had come first.

“So, Hiashi”, Shikamaru began, “You must have known who I was the day we met. Why did you never mention your chummy friendship with my parents?”

“Well, I didn’t think it mattered, and we weren’t so chummy anymore by the time you and I met anyway”, Hiashi answered.

Shikamaru quirked a brow. “Why not? What happened?” he asked, half-afraid of what the answer would reveal.

“Your father fired me after I made a pass at him”, Hiashi confessed.

Shikamaru’s eyebrows met his hairline. “You made a pass at my dad and he fired you?”

“Oh, yes, and not just as his lawyer. He washed his hands of Hiashi for good”, Yoshino supplied, sighing.

Shikamaru’s brows furrowed in confusion. It was obvious from his father’s reaction to Hiashi when the two were introduced earlier that evening that he was strongly attracted to the elder Hyuuga. So why had he reacted so severely to Hiashi’s overture all those years ago?

“Hiashi…I have a confession to make”, Yoshino announced, and both men turned to look at her.

Gods, what now? Shikamaru thought to himself.

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“There’s more to the story behind why my husband fired you. You see, back when we were in college, before we married—well, we experimented sexually. Shikaku was actually quite fond of the practice and I always loved to see him—“

“Mom”, Shikamaru interjected, raising a palm in the air, “skip to the point.”

“Well”, Yoshino continued, “at some point we both agreed that we loved each other and wanted to be together, and decided to take our relationship to the next level. That meant putting a stop to the swinging, which we did. Then we graduated, got married, started the business and had Shikamaru…life became very normal, and it stayed that way—that is, until you came along.”

“I knew it!” Hiashi proclaimed. “I can smell a swinger from five miles out, I just knew he was in denial—“

“Hiashi!” Shikamaru interjected, pointing a finger at the long-haired man. “Please let her finish.”

Shikamaru leaned against the kitchen island with his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his mind plagued with flashbacks from his youth of his mother and father in compromising positions.

“I knew right away he was taken with you. And how could he not be? I mean I was too. But after all those years of being normal…he fought it hard. You don’t know what it was like with him after spending a day in your company. There were times I could barely walk for two days afterward.”

Gods, here we go again! “Mom!” Shikamaru whined. “Please skip to the point, I’m suffering here!”

“All right, Shikamaru”, Yoshino relented. “Anyway…I felt like Shikaku was holding himself back because of me. I love my husband, Hiashi, and I didn’t want him to hold back if he didn’t want to. So—“ Yoshino took a deep breath then –“ even though we’d agreed that our swinging days were over, I…I asked him to sleep with you.”

“You WHAT?!” Shikamaru asked, staring at his mother with wide eyes. “Whatever the hell possessed you?!”

“Well, he wanted it, Shikamaru, and he needed it! I needed it! We did the best we could to raise you like an ordinary couple, but it was all a charade. We’re free spirits, Shikamaru, we always have been. You were away at college; the business was doing so well, I wanted him to do something for himself. I didn’t think he’d freak out and fire Hiashi; I thought he’d jump at the idea. It was only after he fired him that I found out that Hiashi had been propositioning him too. He just went on and on that we weren’t those people anymore, but he was only brainwashing himself.”

Yoshino turned to Hiashi then. “I’ve waited five long years for this night. Shikaku misses you, Hiashi, and so do I. He still wants you; anyone in the room can see that. And you still want him too, don’t you?” Yoshino walked over to Hiashi, placing her hands flat against his chest and looking into his eyes. “Don’t let him leave here tonight without giving you something. He owes it to the three of us.”

“Gods on a freaking ship!” Shikamaru exclaimed. He wished there were a way to scrub out his brain. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at his parents the same way again; and that was saying a great deal considering all that he’d seen and heard his parents do.

Shikamaru was pretty sure his parents had outdone themselves tonight--and they hadn’t even gotten to dinner yet.

Yoshino turned back to her son. “I’m sorry, son, I know you didn’t want to hear any of this but I need this! If your father doesn’t lighten up I’ll wind up dying a very early death!”

“I do not believe I’m hearing this!” Shikamaru exclaimed. He felt like he was in a perpetual state of shock. What on earth was with his parents? How could people so highly intelligent and successful be so…deviant?

How could these people be his parents?

“Yoshino”, Hiashi finally spoke, “don’t worry. Leave it to me.”

“What are you planning, Hiashi?” Shikamaru demanded. He’d had more than enough of this insanity.

“I’m just going to talk to your father, Shikamaru.”

“About what? I didn’t hear you tell Mom that you wanted him too.”

Hiashi smiled. Even in the midst of something he couldn’t fully comprehend Shikamaru was trying to protect his father.

“Do you really need to hear me say it, Shikamaru?” Hiashi asked. “All right then. Here is my confession to you: I have been hot for your mother and father since the day we all met seven years or so ago. I tried holding back too, but it seemed that fate had other plans for us. Ultimately I had to let your father know what I wanted. I was sure he wanted the same thing, so it surprised me when he fired me and then cut me from their lives. I didn’t press the issue out of fear that I’d make things worse.”

“I’m not afraid any more. I intend to stake my claim on your parents.” Hiashi smirked at the scowl etched into the younger Nara’s features. “It would be nice to have your blessing.”

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Shikamaru made a face then. “Have at it, Hiashi. Just don’t talk to me about it anymore, okay?”

“Oh, Shikamaru!” Yoshino exclaimed, hugging her son. “Thank you. It means so much to me to hear you say that.”

“I’m glad, Mom.” Shikamaru hugged his mother and sighed. We’re all freaks, every one of us, he thought to himself.

This is just insane.

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Shikamaru paced the kitchen with his hands in his pockets. His face was expressionless. His mind was nearly numb and had not fully digested everything that had occurred in the kitchen.

So…Hiashi wants to hump my mother and father, and by all accounts the feelings are mutual.

While I was away at college this epic almost-affair was happening and no one bothered to tell me until now.

By some freak twist of fate I have fallen in love with the nephew of the man who has been waiting to hump my mother and father for seven long years.

I just gave the man who has been waiting to hump my mother and father for seven long years my blessing.

I wonder if Neji is doing any better out there with my father than I am doing in here with his uncle and my mother?

This is a what-the-fuck moment for the record books.

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“I’m very happy for you, Shikamaru”, Yoshino tells her son, pulling him from his thoughts. “Neji is just so handsome! How you two managed to work together for two years without jumping each other is a shock to me.”

“Mom!” Shikamaru exclaimed. We’re not all as free-spirited as you and Dad.

“I’m just saying he’s hot. Tell me, how did the two of you finally get together?”

Memories of that night flooded the younger Nara’s mind. “Um, he brought me here one night and seduced me.”

“Shikamaru! Please tell me you made him work for it at least a little bit.”

“Mom, come on, I don’t feel comfortable having this discussion with you.” Not after that last discussion. My brain is stir-fried.

“That’s just too bad, Shikamaru Nara, I did not raise you to be easy. Now tell me, is he a good kisser? He certainly looks like one.”

“All the Hyuuga men are good kissers”, Hiashi interjected, looking at Yoshino with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I could demonstrate if you’d like.”

Yoshino smiled coyly in response, biting her lip. How about you demonstrate on my husband so I can watch? She thought to herself.

“NO, SHE WOULD NOT”, Shikamaru interjected, glaring at Hiashi. “And I don’t think her husband would either.”

“Would you care to wager on that?” Hiashi asked him, smirking.

Shikamaru blinked slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. I am not doing this. “You know I don’t like where this discussion is headed, so I’ll tell you what. You, and my father and my mother can negotiate this when the three of you get together. Until then, there will be no more propositions. Got that?”

The room was silent for a few moments before Hiashi spoke.

“Understood. But for the record, you were a lot more fun when you had a limp.”

Shikamaru scowled at Hiashi’s comment. Okay, it was the early morning hours since he’d been laid and it had been a very bizarre evening. What was he supposed to be, Mr. Happy Fun Ball?

“Limping, huh?” Yoshino asked.

Hiashi smiled. “You should have seen him; he even had the gall to try to cover it up. They spent last weekend on my yacht, and when they returned—“

“HELLO?! Do you think you could refrain from discussing the details of mine and Neji’s personal life with my mother please?!”

“I remember the yacht. We had lots of fun there, didn’t we?” Yoshino asked Hiashi. Shikamaru looked at his mother.

“We sure did. If we can convince that husband of yours to come out again, I’ve had some soundproofing work done.”

Gods. Shikamaru rolled his eyes. “Hey Mom, don’t fall for that. Soundproofing isn’t the only work he’s had done to that yacht. Stay off of it, if you know what’s good for you.”

“Oh, don’t mind him; he’s just talking about the cameras and the motion sensors”, Hiashi told Yoshino, who nodded in agreement.

Shikamaru’s eyes grew wide. “You know about that?”

Yoshino made a face then. “Where do you think he got the idea from? Your father was a little uptight back then and that was the only—“

“MOM!” Shikamaru was sweating now. Unwanted flashbacks from his youth danced unfettered in his mind.

He needed a drink.

Hiashi and Yoshino looked on silently as Shikamaru walked toward the tall cabinet and removed a bottle of sake. Then, bottle in hand, he walked toward the high cabinet to retrieve a cup.

“Hey, don’t forget about us”, Hiashi called out.

Shikamaru retrieved another cup from the cabinet and brought them back over to the kitchen island.

He set the bottle and the two cups down on the island, and then, as an afterthought, retrieved another bottle of sake from the tall cabinet.

Shikamaru sat down on a stool and proceeded to open a bottle.

“Where is your cup, Shikamaru?” Hiashi asked.

Shikamaru looked at Hiashi. “I’m not going to need one.”

Shikamaru figured after two bottles of sake he’d be too drunk to shoot straight, thus eliminating the temptation.

He poured sake for Hiashi and Yoshino. He was just about to turn the bottle up to his mouth when Neji opened the kitchen door.

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Shikamaru lowered the bottle slowly, watching his lover intently as he walked into the room.

Neji wore no discernible expression on his face. Shikamaru took it as a bad sign.

“Are we ready?” Neji asked.

“All set”, Hiashi responded. He turned to Yoshino then. “May I escort you to the dining room?”

“Certainly”, Yoshino responded. She hooked her arm into the crook of Hiashi’s and strolled out of the room, leaning into his warmth and leaving the two young men alone together.

“Are you all right?” Shikamaru asked when he heard the door click shut.

Neji walked over to his lover. All he could think about was how much he loved the man in front of him and how grateful he was to have that man by his side.

I love you, he thought to himself, staring into the beautiful eyes of his lover. I love you.

No one spoke for a few moments.

“Say that again.”

Shikamaru’s voice was barely above a whisper. Neji wasn’t sure he heard him correctly.

“Say what again?” Neji asked.

“Neji, come on, don’t tease me. Did you mean what you just said?”

“Did I say something?”

“Yes, Neji you said something. Did you mean it or didn’t you?”

I must have said it out loud. Neji wasn’t sure how to categorize the expression he saw in Shikamaru’s face, and what he heard in his voice. Was that worry? Was it frustration? Was it fear? Neji wasn’t sure, but he did know that he didn’t want Shikamaru to feel any of those things. That was, at that moment, more important to him than anything.

Neji placed his hands on either side of Shikamaru’s face and lowered his face to his in a gentle kiss. “I love you”, he pointedly stated.

Shikamaru gently wrapped his hands around Neji’s wrists. “Say that again”, he directed.

Neji kissed him again. “I love you, Shikamaru Nara. I’ve loved you since that night six weeks ago. And I’m sorry I made you wait so long to hear me say it.”

Shikamaru closed his eyes, letting Neji’s confession of love saturate his every fiber. He sighed deeply. He had tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter, that Neji’s actions revealed his feelings and that was enough…somehow, though, hearing him confess made everything make sense, like the last damnable piece of a difficult puzzle being slipped into its rightful place.

“I love you”, Neji declared again.

Shikamaru opened his eyes. I think I may owe my father one, he thought to himself. “I love you too.”

They kissed then, playful kisses that started out gentle and easy and tasted like sake. Shikamaru rose from the stool to embrace his lover, wrapping his arms around Neji’s waist.

Gentle kisses became more insistent. Neji channeled his feelings into them as if confirming his confession to his lover. Shikamaru poured relief into his eager response. Soon the edges of both men’s self-discipline began to erode and they were shamelessly demonstrating their need for each other, pressing their thrumming bodies together, their hands filled with each other’s ass and hard cock.

The smell of their mutual arousal cloaked them both. “Ah, shit”, Shikamaru declared when Neji nipped his ear. “Neji, we can’t do this now, it’s time for dinner.”

Neji squeezed Shikamaru’s ass in response. “We’ll tell them you suddenly came down with something.”

Shikamaru rubbed himself against Neji’s pants. “Yeah, my raging hard-on. We’re not going to fool anybody with that.”

Neji loved the feel of Shikamaru’s long erection rubbing against his pants. He loved it that the younger man only got hard for him. He wanted more.

“Then let’s not bother trying. Let’s just kick them all out”, he suggested.

Neji took Shikamaru’s mouth in another heated kiss again, rubbing his erection against him for emphasis. “There’s so much I want you to do to me”, he told Shikamaru.

Shikamaru quirked a brow. “Oh, really?” he asked. Neji nodded, smiling.

“If you two are serving you had better wash your hands first!” Shikaku’s voice shouted from the other side of the door.

Upon hearing the voice both men froze. They burst into fits of laughter, each man still holding the other. It felt good to laugh after being in such a tense situation.

Shikamaru kissed Neji hard on the mouth one more time. “We’re going to finish this later”, he told him with a determined look of lust.

Neji smiled. “It’s a date.”

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Neji and Shikamaru washed their hands and readjusted their clothing. They set the warming trays on the cart and wheeled it into the dining room. The table was already set. They set the food up on the table and then served to the symphony of giggles coming from the elders seated at the table at the sight of the men’s erections. Neither man was embarrassed—modesty was pointless by now.

Neji and Shikamaru sat together on one side of the table. Shikaku and Yoshino sat together opposite them.

Hiashi sat at the head of the table and looked around. He was met with a sight that warmed his heart.

A profound destiny exists between our two families, he remembered telling Shikamaru.

He was right.

They raised their cups in unison.

“Kanpai.”

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A/N: Okay…I think it’s safe to say that Shikamaru’s parents are certifiable and Hiashi is right along for the ride. But I love them all the same! Can you imagine having been raised by super-intelligent, super-horny…love children? You have to wonder how Shikamaru turned out so…normal, LOL!

Now we know the names of Shikamaru’s old flames, who dated him individually, and then together, and then became a lesbian couple. I felt those two women were the most logical choices.

So now we have the story from Yoshino’s point of view. While she did confirm that nothing occurred between the trio in the past, she also revealed her agenda. I love how Shikaku would get sexually frustrated from being around Hiashi and go home and nail Yoshino for hours, LOL. No wonder she wants a relief pitcher!

All right! Dinner is served. What happens next? Stay tuned and please leave a review!