A Troublesome Series of Events

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“Ramen ramen, ra~men, ramen ramen, ra~men!” Naruto sang, skipping along and around the other two boys he was with, sometimes hugging Shikamaru from behind, sometimes looping his arm in Sasuke’s. He was hyped up, full of energy and happiness.

And they were going to go get ramen.

Shikamaru couldn’t help but grin and chuckle, watching Naruto. Some things just didn’t change and Naruto acting like a 6-year-old in a candy shop was one of them. With Naruto almost herding them along, it didn’t take that much time until they could see the ramen stand.

The Nara sat down on one of the stools, giving a customary greeting to the cook and his daughter.

Sasuke sat down one stool away from Shikamaru, Naruto taking the middle seat, humming and twitching as he waited for his precious ramen. Sasuke put an elbow on the counter, cheek in his palm.

“Hmmm, ramen…” He said softly, thinking back to what his last experience with the stuff had been.

Shikamaru glanced over at Sasuke, letting out a snort seeing his eyes start to glaze over. “I take it you liked being a human bowl, then?” he asked with a smirk, eyes flicking to Naruto for a second.

Naruto choked on his humming; face heating up as he nosedived into his arms. Sasuke chuckled, grinning at Shikamaru.

“Yes. It was strange at first, but once you get used to a noodle sliding along your cock it feels heavenly.” He said casually, nodding in agreement to his words.

Shikamaru chuckled, smirk widening. “I can only imagine. Well, if that turned out well, I wonder what other fantasies you’ve come up with,” he said, leaning over and resting an arm on Naruto’s shoulder, looking down at the back of his head.

Naruto groaned in embarrassment, burrowing deeper into his arms.

“How did you know he wanted to do that anyway?” Sasuke asked, curiosity spiking behind his eyes as he looked at Shikamaru for answers.

Shikamaru lifted his head and glanced over at the Uchiha, raising an eyebrow. “How else? He told me,” he said. “When we were talking in the bathroom, I told him one of mine if he told me one of his.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow in return, curiosity spiking even more at that information. He hardly noticed Naruto scrunching down even more in embarrassment.

“And fantasies were brought up how?” He asked in amusement.

Shikamaru shrugged, sitting back from Naruto and not leaning on him anymore. “It was just something that slipped at first, but it helped later obviously.”

Sasuke snorted, looking down at Naruto as he made a small whining noise.

“Obviously. What was your fantasy then, Shikamaru?” He asked. Before he could press further or Naruto could finally get the guts to try and stop the embarrassing argument, the shop owner came up and asked for their orders, receiving an answer for both Naruto and Sasuke from the Uchiha.

Naruto still hadn’t raised his reddened face from his arms.

Shikamaru just ordered the same as Sasuke, leaning forward and resting his head on a hand. He glanced back over at Sasuke after the owner left and smirked. “What would you do for that information?”

Sasuke leaned a little more on his hand, smirking at Shikamaru now.

“What haven’t I done to you by now?” He said. Thinking back to Kiba suddenly, he realized that what he hadn’t done was actually a lot. He frowned slightly at the thought. “Maybe I’ll make that fantasy come true?” He amended, smirk back in place.

Naruto groaned, remembering what the fantasy was.

Shikamaru chuckled, smirk widening into a small grin at hearing Naruto’s reaction. “I’m sure you’d want to do that anyway. Just ask Naruto,” he said, teasing. “Mm, give me another reason.”

Sasuke shifted his jaw to the side, pouting. He searched for what Shikamaru wanted, before he hit on what he was sure it was. He switched from pouting to smirking again.

“I’ll trade you fantasies, like you did with Naruto?”

“I supposed that’ll work,” Shikamaru said then quirked an eyebrow again. “You want to spill first or should I?” he asked.

Naruto groaned again, raising his head to glance back and forth between the two clearly insane teens. He shifted uncomfortably.

“Do you have to do this over my head? Sasuke, switch your seat.” He complained, ending it by turning to the Uchiha. The boy gave him a raised brow in return.

“Why? I’m not asking for anymore of your fantasies… right now.” He smirked, turning back to Shikamaru. “You first."

Shikamaru snorted and turned his gaze to Naruto. “You can always cover your ears, you know,” he said, only half-teasing. He looked back at Sasuke after a moment and smirked again before simply saying, “Double penetration.”

Naruto groaned, following Shikamaru’s teasing suggestion, face heavily reddened. Sasuke raised another amused brow at him, before smirking at Shikamaru. He licked his lips, imagining just what that would be like.

“Hmm, hard to top that…” Sasuke said, thinking on all of his fantasies. He looked down at Naruto, smirking deviously. “There is one… where you two dress up for me…” He leaned down this time, getting closer to the tanned boy. “All pretty in skirts, Naruto dresses innocent while you violate him before my eyes.” He could see Naruto shiver and hear his embarrassed groan.

Shikamaru chuckled and leaned back as the shop owner and Ayame set down their bowls of ramen. The Nara nodded his thanks before taking a set of chopsticks from the tin and breaking them. He started eating, blowing on the noodles before eating them.

After swallowing, he glanced back over at Sasuke again. “As long as we Kiba-proof the apartment, I could agree to that,” he said, smirking.

Sasuke leaned back, nodding before beginning to eat his own ramen, chuckling. After he finished the first few mouthfuls he turned, seeing Naruto still hunched over protectively.

“Not hungry anymore, Naruto?” He said, touching his back, a smirk in place. Naruto mumbled something about hating both him and Shikamaru enough to ruin his ramen appetite. Sasuke snickered.

Shikamaru snorted and looked down at Naruto. “In five minutes, you’ll be hungry again,” he said with a small chuckle before picking up a slice of pork and eating it. “Besides, no one heard the conversation.”

Sasuke leaned away from the blond, eating further. His smirk never left his lips. Naruto glared from the protective wall of his arm.

“Jerks.” Sasuke tilted his head back, dangling noodles in front of his mouth. He took the time to wrap his tongue in them as much as he could, twirling it and lowering the hand holding the cop sticks. Naruto blushed and hid his face again.

Shikamaru shook his head, small smirk still not leaving his face. As much as he wanted to tease Naruto more and fantasize himself, he knew it would be better to let it go for now, especially since Ayame and Teuchi weren’t busy cooking a meal now and had every opportunity to eavesdrop.

Sasuke continued eating, using the improvised method every time Naruto dared to raise his head.

“So, what do we feel like doing?” He asked finally, finishing off the last of his bowl. Naruto’s remained untouched, the blond staring at the dying steam in an almost forlorn way.

“Mm.” Shikamaru glanced over at Sasuke, looking away from where he was just idly pushing around the remnants of the ramen in his bowl. “You two just talk and figure something out,” he said, sure he wouldn’t have much of a problem with whatever they chose.

Naruto, having finally worked up the hunger to reach for his ramen, didn’t answer. The steam smelled so good in his nostrils, the warmth quickly seeping into his hands as he pulled the bowl closer, his saliva pooling under his tongue as he began drooling, licking his lips. Mmm, ramen…

“So, Naruto. Did you first fantasize me and ramen while eating it or was it a moment of secret perversion in your bedroom?” The blond sputtered, ramen just inches from his waiting mouth, face turning red.

Shikamaru snorted, turning back to his food and letting them talk. He just hoped Naruto wouldn’t pass out like Hinata used to. He took another bite then just pushed the bowl away from himself, full enough.

Sasuke leaned against his open hand, watching Naruto with a sly glimmer in his eyes, a smirk tilting his lips.

“Did it start out with ramen? Or was it the usual things, like chocolate and whipped cream?” Naruto flushed, his hands shaking a little with his embarrassment, chop sticks clicking.

“Sh-shut the hell up, teme!” He said lowly, eyes darting up to see Ayame on the other side; far enough away not to hear what was said. He breathed out, quickly taking a bite of his ramen before Sasuke could ruin it with more perverted questioning.

Shikamaru sighed and glanced over at Sasuke. “Give it a rest, Sasuke. At least until he’s done eating,” he said, lips upturning just a little. “I’d rather not have him complain about how hungry he is later.”

Sasuke sighed looking away. He pushed his jaw to the side, pouting as Naruto eagerly dug into his food, now that he had Shikamaru keeping Sasuke at bay.

“It’s like when a puppy’s begging for your food and you hold it too high for them to reach…” He said, biting his tongue from embarrassing the blond further.

Shikamaru’s smirk widened and he raised an eyebrow. “…And you wouldn’t act the same with… something else?” he asked, teasingly.

Sasuke smirked, but shrugged, turning to regard the blond who had decided to just ignore them, drowning out their words with the slurping sounds his ramen inhalation induced.

“I could tie him down and eat ramen in front of him.”

Shikamaru snorted and shook his head. “As long as you don’t do it front of me,” he said. “I have enough whining to put up with, without you causing more.”

Naruto pointedly began draining the bowl of all ramen broth.

“I could always gag him you know.” Sasuke said nonchalantly, starting to pick at his nails.

“I’d still rather not be there if you ever decide to do that,” Shikamaru said, shifting in his seat and resting his head on his hand, lightly drumming his fingers on the countertop to stave off some forming irritation. It didn’t happen often, but he still sometimes craved a cigarette since quitting them after defeating Hidan. At least he had a better reason to never pick one up again now.

“Well at least you wouldn’t stop me.” He said, watching Shikamaru slowly begin to tense. He wondered what was eating him, but refrained from asking. It was Shikamaru. If Sasuke could do anything to help, then the other would mention it.

Naruto suddenly put the bowl down forcefully, exhaling in pleasure.

“Well, what should we do now?” He asked, looking at Sasuke, then Shikamaru.

Shikamaru shifted his gaze onto Naruto and shrugged. “Like I said, you guys figure out what you want to do today. I’m sure I’ll be fine with anything you come up with.”

Sasuke leaned against his hand, sighing heavily. There were really only two things he wanted, and that was either to spar or to fuck…

“Naruto, you got any ideas?” He asked, boredly playing with a lock of his spiky hair as he waited for an answer. Naruto shifted, not really knowing what he wanted to do. Normally he ran around just trying to find people to be around, not even thinking about what to do once he did…

“Uhh… We could… spar or… something…”

Shikamaru gave another shrug. “It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to spar, but you can and I’ll just lie and watch,” he said, taking out money for the ramen. Mentally he wondered when Sasuke would be getting paying missions again; if it kept going like this it would be hard to save up money. At least his ‘maternity leave’ was paid leave.

Naruto floundered, lifting one hand to gesticulate while he spoke.

“Well, there’s other things we could do too! Like, we could go swimming or something, or go see a movie!”

“There aren’t any good movies out and the last time I owned a pair of swim trunks, I was nine,” Shikamaru said, lifting up a finger at each point. “So unless you have three pairs, that’s out too. Besides, it’s not like I’ll complain about lying in the grass and relaxing while you two spar.”

Naruto huffed, crossing his arms.

“Who needs swim trunks? Our boxers are just fine!” He said, tilting his head stubbornly. “And it’s hot out anyway, let’s go swimming!”

Shikamaru sighed and spun the stool around before standing up. “Fine. Too troublesome to argue anyway,” he said, smirking lightly.

Naruto did the same, stretching and smiling before draping himself over Shikamaru.

“Good! Then it’s all settled.” He glanced at Sasuke, who was watching them with a bored expression. He stuck his tongue out, smiling. “Come on, teme, you deserve to get dunked!”

Sasuke snorted, standing gracefully and smirking.

“We’ll see, Naruto, we’ll see.”

Shikamaru chuckled and grabbed one of Naruto’s hands, tugging him away a little so they could start walking. “So which area did you want to swim in?”

Naruto allowed Shikamaru to pull him along, reaching behind to grab Sasuke’s hand but managing to miss and grab his shirt instead when he flailed backward on the second attempt. Sasuke’s grunted, keeping stride as the dobe didn’t let go.

“I dunno, somewhere away from the village, kinda private so only ninja’s would find us, you know? Since we got the celebrity with us.” He snickered, tugging on Sasuke’s shirt. The Uchiha growled, tugging back.

Shikamaru nodded, chuckling a little again and continued walking. Really, the Valley of the End would be the ideal swimming spot, but knowing the other two’s history at that place it wasn’t a good idea. So instead he figured the river that flowed into the Forest of Death would be the next best place (obviously, the part far away from the area’s fence).

Naruto went along happily, never letting go of Sasuke’s shirt as they continued walking, following Shikamaru’s lead. Eventually they reached the spot, and Naruto let go and immediately stripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side.

“Come on, come on, last one in pays for ramen!” He said as he undid his pants, yanking them down. Sasuke snorted, following the blond’s example at a slower rate.

“We just ate, dobe.”

“So? We’ll be hungry again by the time we get out.” Sasuke just rolled his eyes, pushing Naruto into the water.

Shikamaru let out a snort and stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground as he unbuttoned and slipped off his pants and shoes. He walked over to the water, glad the sides had eroded steeply, just sitting on the edge and dipping his feet in first.

Naruto came spluttering up the bank, getting dirt on his knees that quickly turned into muddy rivulets on his calves. He rushed Sasuke, who side stepped and jumped in, splashing Shikamaru. Naruto growled, leaping in after.

“Come back here, Uchiha!”

Shikamaru chuckled, wiping off the water that splashed onto his face. He watched the two, chasing and fighting and acting like kids again, smiling to himself.

Sasuke came up to the shallows after a time, standing in water to his waist.

“Are you going to come in?” He asked, hands trailing through the crystalline blue. Naruto, upon seeing Sasuke halt in the water war, began moving in on the unguarded Uchiha. He waited, water bubbling under his nose.

“Mm, later. I’m comfortable just like this,” Shikamaru said, stretching out from his slouch before lying back in the grass, letting his feet still soak in the water as he cloud-gazed.

Naruto chose this moment, springing up, his slick chest colliding with Sasuke’s partially dry back, his legs wrapping around Sasuke’s waist as his arms went for his chest, bringing him down into the water. Sasuke twisted in the blond’s grip once they were under, pushing at his chest and breaking surface with a gasp.

“Alright Shikamaru…” He said, lunging back at Naruto, eventually getting the boy around the waist with one arm, the other clamped over his mouth. He leaned in, whispering so that Shikamaru wouldn’t hear.

“Wait until he’s comfortable and warm?” He made it a question, dark eyes drifting to Shikamaru’s relaxed form.

Shikamaru shifted his arms to use them as a pillow, not breaking his gaze from the sky. He knew the other two were planning something from the sound, or rather the lack, of it, but he couldn’t bring himself to really care. Besides, it’s not like they’d hurt him or anything.

He made a low noise in his throat, almost a chuckle as he found a cloud that looked like a penis. Maybe he should lay off the sex if he was seeing that in the clouds now.

Sasuke didn’t let go of Naruto, watching Shikamaru. When he deemed it the perfect moment he let go of Naruto’s mouth, the blond holding still, waiting for instructions. Sasuke breathed against his ear, counting down while he slid his hands over Naruto’s stomach, hearing the boy’s breathing pick up. In the middle of the countdown he suddenly reached down, his palm grazing Naruto’s half hard state, drawing a quick gasp.

But that wasn’t his goal.

His thumbs hooked into the blond’s boxers, yanking them down, going down with the motion and upturning the blond, freeing his last bit of clothing from his body. The boy went under, sputtering, while Sasuke deftly tossed his soaking boxers on the Nara, hitting him square in the chest.

“Bastard!”

Shikamaru tensed as the wet clothing hit him, half-startling him. He picked it up, eyebrow raised, and tossed it to the side. It hadn’t been one of his boxers, so it had obviously been Naruto who stripped, or been stripped he concluded from the yell that came a second after.

He reluctantly sat up again, more curious about what was going on than wanting to space out for once.

Sasuke, cocky smirk in place, grabbed Naruto’s hands as he flailed out in embarrassed retaliation. He slid a leg in-between Naruto’s thighs, rubbing against the wilting erection. Naruto flushed, struggling anew.

“B-bastard, quit it!” He said, thrashing his arms to no avail. Sasuke only chuckled, rubbing even more.

“Why should I, dobe? You like it.” He eyed Shikamaru out of the corner of his eye, smirk widening.

Shikamaru returned the smirk with one of his own, cocking his head to the side a little before just resting it on his hand. He knew the Uchiha wanted him to go in and join, but he was just too comfortable where he was.

“D-do not!” Naruto stuttered out, pushing forward, trying to upturn them into the water. Sasuke kept his balance, moving so his own covered erection brushed Naruto’s slick thigh, grinding. The blond’s eyes fluttered, his own rubbing deliciously under the water. His arms slackened in Sasuke’s hands, defenses lowering. Sasuke let go of one tanned wrist, reaching under the water, stepping away and out of his boxers before gripping the blond fully, pumping him while maneuvering him back towards the bank where Shikamaru was situated.

Shikamaru snorted and watched as they waded over closer to him. It really wasn’t a good idea to fuck out in the open like this, especially near where ANBU and Jounin frequently checked on, but he couldn’t bring himself to point that out or complain.

Sasuke smirked, pushing Naruto up to the bank only a foot away from where Shikamaru sat. The water only came up to their mid-thighs by the time they were that close, completely exposing their erections to the cool air and hot sun. The Uchiha, squeezing his hand to silence any protests from the apparently-still-shy blond, moved him so he was sitting on the bank, spreading his legs with one hand.

“Relax Naruto…” He said, reaching down with his free hand, running his first two fingers over the leaking slit. Naruto turned his gaze, darkened with lust, onto Shikamaru in an almost desperate and beseeching way. The look liquefied into a wide-eyed, gasping moan as Sasuke sunk the two fingers in, going straight for his prostate.

Shikamaru locked eyes with Naruto, shifting so he wasn’t as slumped forward. At the moan, he shifted his gaze lower, watching the Uchiha’s fingers disappear into Naruto. He absently licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry, eyes eventually moving up to look at Sasuke’s face.

Sasuke looked over when he felt Shikamaru’s gaze, smirking wider as he began pumping his fingers in and out. His other hand began pumping the dobe, twisting his wrist to rub his palm across the weeping cockhead.

“G-god, Sasuke!” Naruto moaned loudly, his vocals already starting up as the pleasure began racing through him.

Shikamaru could feel his body heating up in arousal from watching the other two shinobi. He was brought out of his semi-trance-like state as Naruto’s moans and cries started escalating in sound. If he kept going like that, they would surely be seen, so he crawled forward, bending down and capturing the blond’s rosy lips with his own.

Naruto’s back arched, bending off the ground as one of his hands gripping the back of Shikamaru’s neck while the other clutched at the grass and dirt under him. Sasuke, now on three fingers, wasn’t being merciful in the slightest.

Too far gone in the giving and receiving passion, Naruto feeling slightly dizzy from the kiss and all the other attention, the shinobi didn’t notice the other chakra approaching.