A Troublesome Series of Events

Ugh. Another long wait. But I'm giving you guys two chapters, so deal with it. xD

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A couple hours later, Shikamaru woke himself from his light doze, clenching his jaw. He sat up, forcing himself from the others’ hold and leapt off the bed, making a beeline to the bathroom. He dropped down in front of the toilet and wretched up what little food was left in him from the day before.

Sasuke was the only one to awaken from Shikamaru’s hurried exit, the other two being too heavy of sleepers to do much more than stir. He rolled over, getting up and heading out. On a last glance back, he was able to see the two lumps had migrated together, clinging to each other’s warmth.

“Shikamaru, are you… alright?” He didn’t really know what to ask. He knew he couldn’t be all that ‘alright’ since he just puked, but… "Do you need anything?”

Shikamaru leaned back after he was sure he wouldn’t hack up any more bile and wiped at his face with some toilet paper. He shivered a little and flushed the toilet, not liking the way the acidic smell churned his stomach more.

“Maybe a little water or something,” he mumbled in answer finally.

Sasuke nodded, moving to grab the cup that was used in the mornings when they brushed their teeth, if they remembered, to put water into and garble before spitting. He filled it, handing it over and sitting down beside Shikamaru, placing a hand at his back, rubbing slightly.

“Didn’t Tsunade say ginger worked well for morning sickness?” He asked, trying to think back.

Shikamaru took a few small sips, glad to wash away the burning aftertaste of the bile. He nodded at Sasuke’s question, keeping his eyes closed and focusing on his comforting touch. Damnit, he was hoping that since he hadn’t gotten sick up until now that he just wasn’t going to.

Sasuke didn’t relent in rubbing circles into Shikamaru’s back, knowing how comforting it was.

“Well, we’ll go buy some now then. We don’t have to wake the other two, just a quick trip to the store, alright?” He suggested, moving onto one knee, ready to help Shikamaru stand.

Shikamaru sighed and nodded again, shifting onto his feet and standing up. “Okay, just let me wash up a little first,” he said. He didn’t care that his clothes would cover it up—he knew the dried cum would bug him too much if he didn’t at least wipe some of it off.

Sasuke nodded, remembering his own mess. He reached under the sink for a hand towel, wetting it and scrubbing at the places he could feel it. When he was done he offered the rag to Shikamaru, moving out of the bathroom.

“I’ll go get our clothes.” He said as he left.

Shikamaru took the cloth, not bothering to answer, and wet it again before wiping down his body. He winced a little as he started cleaning out his entrance, wishing the towel was softer. This had to be the only part he didn’t like about being on the receiving end, he thought with a scowl.

He wet and wrung out the towel after he was done and let it hang over the sink as he washed out his mouth again. After a second’s thought he wet his hands and ran them thought the front of his hair in case any puke had stuck there.

Sasuke came back, fully dressed himself in more of Shikamaru’s clothing. He set a pair of loose boxers and pants in front of the other, along with a casual shirt.

“Maybe we can look for clothes for me while we’re out.” Sasuke said with a smirk as he waited for Shikamaru to get dressed.

Shikamaru chuckled as he slipped on his clothes, sighing a bit when they didn’t feel as loose as before. At least the baby was healthy then, he supposed.

“Yeah, but then we should leave a note,” he suggested once done. He walked out and back into the bedroom, grabbing a hair tie from his stash.

Sasuke nodded silently, moving into the living room and finding a scrap of paper and pen. He quickly jotted down that they’d be out buying a few things and that they didn’t plan to be more than a few hours. He paused, wondering where he knew either Kiba or Naruto would definitely look.

“Of course, Naruto’s ramen supply we had to cart over here…” He said, taking some tape and sticking it onto the cupboard door in front of the castle of instant ramen containers.

Shikamaru put his hair up as he walked back out into the living room. He waited until Sasuke was done before moving to the entrance way, slipping on his sandals. He grabbed his wallet from his vest and put it into his pants pocket. “Ready?”

“I don’t think there’s anything I forgot, so yes.” Sasuke said with a light smile as he walked up to Shikamaru, opening the door and stepping out with him.

“Where to first? Clothing or ginger?” He asked as they started off. “What kind do you want anyway? She said anything from tea to cookies so long as it’s real ginger.”

Shikamaru shrugged, glancing up at the sky. “No idea, I’ll just choose something when we get there. But I think we should stop at an actual restaurant first. We can get something small to eat and I’ll settle down my stomach. Then we can get your clothes and buy the food for at home. Nothing will spoil that way.”

“Sure, where do you want to go?” Sasuke asked, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked along beside Shikamaru. “I don’t really care where we go so it’s up to you.”

Shikamaru was silent for a bit, deciding, before turning his head to look at Sasuke. “How about that small tea stand near the training grounds?” he asked. Despite the size of it (only a stand and one bench outside), it really did serve great tea and dango.

Sasuke shrugged, nodding in agreement.

“If you want.” He said, following the Nara towards the training ground and thus the place in question. Dango always reminded him of his brother, Itachi, but the tea was good. “I wonder how long the other two will stay sleeping.”

Shikamaru chuckled, smirking lightly. “Knowing them at least another hour,” he said. “I’m sure once we get back, they’ll be awake, though.”

He slowed down his pace once they arrived at the stand. He glanced over the menu on the back wall before ordering a ginger tea and sesame dango.

Sasuke chuckled, ordering his own tea and dango, turning to Shikamaru.

“True. I just wish we could be there when they wake up in each other’s arms.” He said with a smirk. “A soon you left they gravitated towards each other.”

Shikamaru shook his head with a snort, smirking back at him. He took out some money and placed it on the counter when their food was set down. “I’m not sure whether that would end up funny or destructive,” he said, picking up his food and sitting on the bench.

He balanced the plate on one leg as he sipped his tea, waiting for his stomach to stop rolling into itself before actually eating.

Sasuke laughed along with Shikamaru, picking up his own tea and drinking a little deeper then the Nara. He enjoyed the warmth washing down his throat.

“Exactly, I’d love to be there to see what happens.” Sasuke said, taking a bite of his dango but mainly focusing on drinking the tea. He drank thoughtfully. “But what are we going to do about Kiba? As much of an annoying nuisance and braggart he tends to be, he did help Naruto… somehow. And it wasn’t so bad to be with him, was it?” Here the Uchiha turned to Shikamaru questioningly.

Shikamaru glanced at Sasuke, blushing and lowering the teacup from his mouth. He sighed and picked up one skewer, biting off one of the dumplings and chewing on it slowly as he thought. “No, it wasn’t,” he said finally, “but I don’t think it could ever be something permanent.”

He took another drink of his tea before continuing. “Despite it being Kiba and what he always says, I have a feeling that he only needs to, and wants to, be with one person. Whoever that may end up being.” He shrugged. “We won’t do anything one way or another, but I don’t see why he can’t join every now and then if he wants.”

Sasuke nodded, understanding where the boy was coming from.

“An open relationship with him would be fine. It can be like all four of us are dating… Though I can’t see Kiba doing much more then flirting and having sex. He does seem like the possessive type.” Sasuke concluded, finishing his drink off and looking his dango over. He pushed it towards Shikamaru.

Shikamaru glanced down, finishing the last dumpling on the skewer. He raised an eyebrow at the other, but just inwardly shrugged and picked his up. “Though, of course, if Naruto doesn’t want to again, we just stay friends,” he said before eating another dumpling.

“Hmm, that also depends. I mean, we can’t hang all decisions solely off of Naruto’s feelings.” Sasuke said, drumming his fingers on the bench’s back. “Not too say we force him into it, but if you or I liked it and wouldn’t mind more, then we can tell Naruto and while he’s away on missions we can see Kiba.”

Shikamaru nodded after he finished his tea, both plates now empty and stacked in the space between them. “Mm, just if he doesn’t want it, I don’t want to make him feel… unneeded or anything,” he said, knowing very well that might end up being the case if put in that situation.

“But,” he said, standing up and picking up the dishes, bringing them back to the counter, “there’s no use thinking about it if it doesn’t even happen.”

“True, and we may well have to just stay friends.” Sasuke conceded. “But the main point was that we shouldn’t start bending over backwards for only one member. There’s three of us and it will be harder for all three of us to agree and compromises will have to be made eventually.” The Uchiha explained, following Shikamaru away from the tea house.

“Yeah, I know. But it really isn’t all that different from a three-man ninja squad,” Shikamaru said, glancing over at him. “It’s just with more personal feelings and situations instead.”

“Even a three-man ninja squad without so many personal feelings and situations will fail because one member was too weak where another was too strong.” Sasuke said, shrugging. “I’m just saying; make sure your own feelings are accounted for as well as Naruto’s.”

Shikamaru just made an agreeing sound, already knowing what Sasuke said and not seeing a point in voicing it. “So was there a store in particular you wanted to buy clothes from?” he asked, not even really sure what his style was anymore. He was sure that the ridiculous outfit before had been Orochimaru’s idea anyway.

Sasuke thought about what he would prefer to wear, having grown used to the feeling of tight clothing in the past few days. He smirked, turning to Shikamaru.

“Leather.” Sasuke said, smirking even more as they continued on. “Snake skin leather.”

Shikamaru blinked before letting out a snort and laughing. He really shouldn’t have been as surprised as he had been by his response. “There’s a store on the next street over that has leather. My family gives them the skin of our meat deer every year. Not sure about snake skin, though.” He shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets.

Sasuke chuckled, nodding. He could buy some leather goods, maybe look into casual wear. If he really needed something though he could always take from Shikamaru’s wardrobe.

“Alright, sounds good. Lead on.” He said, following the Nara.

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It was almost two hours later when they had finished shopping, Sasuke with four bags of clothing, including underwear, and Shikamaru with his one of food. He was munching on a gingersnap, having a feeling that he would grow addicted to ginger by the time he gave birth.

He looked over at Sasuke, swallowing what was in his mouth. “Was there anything else you wanted to get?”

“Not really. I’ve got enough leather to account for the surface area of two whole cows and a deer. I think I’m good.” Sasuke said, brandishing his multiple bags. “I think we’ve left Naruto and Kiba alone long enough. Ready to go home, or do you have anything else you wanted to do?”

Shikamaru smirked and shook his head. “Nah. I do still have to talk with Sakura, but that can wait until tomorrow,” he said, shifting their course and heading back to the apartment.

Sasuke nodded, following along beside him. Upon opening the door to the apartment, they were both met with the loud, pleading cries of Naruto reaching his peak, screaming Kiba’s name to the muted accompaniment of Kiba’s gruff howl. Sasuke glanced at Shikamaru.

“Apparently we need not worry.” He said, walking in and closing the door behind him and the Nara.

“So it seems,” Shikamaru said, chuckling. He slipped off his shoes and walked into the kitchen, setting down his bag on the counter. He turned around, leaving the food unpacked for now. “Let’s go see if they’re still conscious, hm?”

Sasuke walked further in as well, placing his bags onto the couch. He smirked back at Shikamaru, nodding in agreement, walking down the hall to the bedroom. He pushed it open, seeing the two boys on the bed, Kiba panting harshly while Naruto lay next to him, panting as well but quickly recovering.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow at the two, leaning against the door frame and smirking widely. “I take it you two weren’t bored while we were out?” he asked, holding back laughter.

Kiba grinned at them, Naruto flushing but unable to hide his lips from twitching.

“Well, at first Naruto freaked out, going off on how ‘he wasn’t sure if it was right, was it alright to feel this way, to have done that with you guys’ and yadda yadda.” Kiba said. Naruto flushed hotter, remembering how he’d gone through the same doubts with the other two. “So I told him hell yeah it was alright and what the hell did he think was right? Being stuck unhappy? If that’s right I want to be wrong. Only with more words and a lot of tongue. And then we fucked. And it was great.” Kiba explained, trailing off into a choppy explanation, saying whatever came to mind.

“…Somehow, he is a force of good.” Sasuke said, turning to Shikamaru with a mixed look of amusement and amazement.

Shikamaru chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever works, I suppose,” he said with a shrug. He eyed both of them for a second before asking, “Why don’t you two go clean up?”

Kiba jumped on the idea, turning on Naruto with a gleam in his eye.

“Wanna take a shower?” He said, licking his lips. Naruto, flushing now that the other two were present to see his eagerness, nodded slowly, almost tentatively. The Inuzuka grinned, reaching out and grabbing Naruto’s wrist, pulling him out of the bed. It was easy to see that what Sasuke and Shikamaru had walked in on wasn’t their first time reaching their peaks since they’d gone. Kiba particularly had a lot of white staining his backside and the backs of his thighs, from where it had dribbled out and dried.

Shikamaru sighed when they left and glanced over at the Uchiha. “You strip the bed and bring it all to the washer,” he said, meaning the blankets on the floor from the day before too. “I’ll remake the bed.” He wouldn’t be surprised if it was dirtied again by the end of the day, but he didn’t want to have sex on soiled sheets if he could help it.

Sasuke laughed at Shikamaru’s tired expression.

“The fruits of our labored pleasure unappealing to you, Nara?” He asked as he began pulling the sheets and blankets off until it was only mattress. He balled it all up, taking it to said washer, laughing as he remembered what this did to the hot water in small houses. He loaded it up, waiting until he knew they were doing something very warm and pleasurable in the steamy water, stating the load and setting it to hot wash.

Shikamaru snorted and muttered, “Only when it completely covers half of the bed.” He waited until Sasuke was out of the way before bringing out another set of sheets. He made the bed, only having a little bit of trouble at the last corner, and laid the sheet over it. He didn’t bother spreading it out completely and just sat down on the bed with another soft sigh.

“Hey, does your washer affect the shower?” Sasuke asked, just to be sure it would affect the other two. He lay down beside the Nara, stretching and relaxing, enjoying the peace and quiet of the bedroom with only him and Shikamaru occupying it.

Shikamaru glanced down at Sasuke and raised an eyebrow in question. “It does, but only after a few minutes.,” he said, a smirk starting to pull at his lips. He laid down, still keeping his legs off the bed, not feeling like scooting up further.

Sasuke smirked wider, putting an arm out and slipping it behind Shikamaru, waiting. Soon enough he heard surprised shouts and moans, and what could only be the pleasured sound of one of the males’ cumming.

“Heh, got ‘em.”

Shikamaru snorted and shifted his gaze over to Sasuke, not moving his head. “As long as they know it’s all you if they’re not happy,” he mumbled, smirk growing a little. He moved his gaze back to the ceiling and closed his eyes.

Sasuke shifted his gaze to Shikamaru, smirk becoming playful. He rolled over, swinging his leg across Shikamaru’s legs and placing hands on either side of his shoulders, holding himself up off the other teen. He lowered himself slowly, careful so that he didn’t put too much of his weight on the smaller male.

“Oh, they’ll know, but from the sounds I think they won’t mind too much.” He said into Shikamaru’s ear, kissing it, before resting his lips on the skin at the crook of his neck.

Shikamaru chuckled softly, opening his eyes half way to look at Sasuke. “True. If they were far too into it, they might not even notice,” he said as he brought his arms up to encircle the Uchiha’s waist.

Sasuke made an amused noise, nosing further into his neck as he let his arms slip behind Shikamaru’s back, under the Nara’s own arms.

“Oh, I’m sure they noticed, but it sounded like at least one of them liked the sudden change…” He chuckled, wondering which of the two it had been.

Shikamaru snorted, closing his eyes again and absently started rubbing small circles on Sasuke’s back. “Sounded like Naruto to me,” he muttered.

The Uchiha twitched, inhaling sharply as a small shock of tingles running from his back across his stomach, tightening his muscles and pushing him down against the Nara. He nodded against the other’s neck.

“True, but you never know. It sounded so quiet.” Sasuke laughed softly, remembering how vocal the blond had been last time.

“Maybe,” he said, barely actually paying attention. Shikamaru’s hand stilled for a second when the other tensed, but then he just continued, a smile pulling at his lips. He moved one hand up Sasuke’s back to thread into his hair.

Squirming, Sasuke almost couldn’t respond to the Nara’s short reply. Of course Shikamaru would start messing with his one weakness, his only sweet spot. He could already feel himself reacting to the simple touches at his back, skin jumping and muscles twitching under Shikamaru’s fingers.

“Mhm…” The Uchiha found that even after he’d found his voice he couldn’t think of much else to say.

After another minute, Shikamaru stilled his hands and let his arms drop back onto the bed, starting to feel strained from holding them up. He stretched minutely, toes wiggling, then just relaxed under the Uchiha with a sigh. He knew if he stayed like this, he would end up dozing off but he couldn’t bring himself to care, even with knowing that Naruto and Kiba would come back in soon.

Sasuke, quivering and taut by the time Shikamaru finally relented, nearly collapsed fully on top of the Nara, panting softly against his neck. He could feel himself fully ready for some more fun, and he knew Shikamaru probably wanted a nap.

“You can be so cruel, Shikamaru.” He said with a sigh, working up the effort to pull his arms out from under him and roll over again. Maybe he could convince the other two to help him with his problem?

Shikamaru smirked and opened his eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, he shifted one leg up the bed and flipped them over, now straddling Sasuke instead. He leaned down and kissed Sasuke, pulling back after a second. He quirked an eyebrow, smirk widening. “You were saying?”