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Chapter 27
A/N: for the record, this is NOT the last chapter.
First things first. Check out the latest fanart, compliments of Kyuubi1010 on deviantART:
Shikaku: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Shikaku-108630989 (warning: mature)
Neji: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Neji-108669925
Bathtime: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Bathtime-108863134 (warning: mature)
And compliments of crazyaanglover on deviantART:
Nara: http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Nara-109035017
Now…
There are lemons, and then there are lemons. I have tried to bring something memorable to the table with this chapter, a lemon that justifies the roller-coaster ride this fic, in my humble opinion, has been from the first sentence.
Have I pulled it off? Honestly, I don’t know. So much happened in this fic. It boggles my mind, and I’m the one who wrote it.
But it’s done, and I now present Constructive Possession, chapter 27.
Thank you for waiting.
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Warning: unbeta’d; language; humor; hurt/comfort; romance; yaoi
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Oh, hell no.
Shikamaru emerged from the water, twitching cock in hand, like a mythological sea creature hell-bent on capturing his prey.
Neji had already stepped out of the tub and gone into the bedroom. He hadn’t bothered with a towel.
He didn’t check to see if Shikamaru was behind him.
He knew.
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I can’t believe he just said that to me.
Shikamaru marched into the bedroom from the bathroom, dripping wet and with an expression on his face that indicated the single purpose of burying the angry purple cock in his hand into Neji’s slick, tight heat.
Does he have any idea what he’s done?! What am I thinking? Of course he does.
“I don’t smell any coconut”, Shikamaru announced in a menacing voice.
Neji smiled. He scooted backward toward the center of the bed and away from his lover, who was approaching the large bed with sure steps.
That’s right sexy, come get it, Neji thought to himself.
“I’m pacing myself”, he taunted the Nara, sitting back on his elbows and watching his lover’s approach through the ‘v’ of his bent legs. He opened his legs wider, offering himself to his horny partner. Parts of his body fluttered in anticipation.
Shikamaru took in the erotic scene in front of him, licking his lips.
“Cocktease.”
He got up on the bed and crawled toward his lover until he was between his legs and looming over his body on all fours. In one fluid movement he bent his head and flattened his tongue against Neji’s collarbone, licking upwards over his throat and jaw until that tongue slid into Neji’s waiting mouth. The force of it pushed Neji’s upper body down until he was lying flat beneath the Nara.
Neji moaned into the urgent kiss and wrapped his arms around Shikamaru’s neck, pulling the man’s body down on top of his own.
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Generic anxiety and pent-up sexual need that had been building over an eighteen-hour period was now surging between them, their bodies like conductors generating massive amounts of volatile energy. They ground themselves against each other, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of each other. The sound of impatient grunts filled the room. When the buildup became too much, Neji spoke.
“Shikamaru”, Neji breathed between lusty kisses. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Give me the bag”, the Nara responded.
Neji wasted no time in retrieving the bag from beneath a pillow strategically positioned on the bed. He set it near Shikamaru’s hand to the left of his head.
Shikamaru moved away from Neji’s embrace to a kneeling position between his legs.
He made short work of retrieving lube and cock rings from the bag. He installed on one himself, and then one his lover. He was only absently conscious of the way it strangled his erection.
Shikamaru opened the cap on the bottle of lubricant with a click and coated the fingers of a shaky hand with it.
This had been his routine for the past week, but somehow in that moment, it felt brand-new.
He placed a finger at his lover’s entrance, lubing it carefully. He watched Neji’s face for a reaction and was placated by the steady rise and fall of Neji’s chest.
Please, Gods, don’t let me pass out before Neji.
Shikamaru was pleasantly surprised to find Neji twitching where the finger moved.
What have we here? “Someone is eager”, Shikamaru murmured.
“What gave it away?” Neji responded. “I’ve only been begging you for it all day. Did you think I was –ah—only teasing?”
Shikamaru pressed two lube-slickened fingers inside. It was so hot and tight in there. He marveled at how Neji managed to stay so tight when he’d been plundered with a dildo longer and thicker than both of them for the past week.
Fuck, I won’t last two seconds in here.
Shikamaru closed his eyes to the alluring sight in front of him. His fingers pumped and scissored in agitated motion, maneuvering in search of Neji’s prostate. He was torn between wanting to stretch his lover quickly and wanting to do it properly.
Neji arched and squirmed around the fingers inside him, wanting them deeper, oblivious to any discomfort. He closed his eyes briefly but opened them again to seek out that long, hard cock with its purple tip.
The one he’d been craving.
The one with the thick vein running along its underside that seemed to pulse before his very eyes.
Neji’s mouth watered, and he licked his lips.
“Stop that”, came the command from above him.
Neji looked up at his lover, who bore an intense expression on his face.
The lust in Shikamaru’s eyes was unmistakable, and it was all for Neji. The Hyuuga could not believe his luck! Here was Shikamaru Nara, in all his toned, tanned, athletic, naked glory, kneeling between Neji’s legs, stretching him to take the Nara’s incredible pulsing 12-inch cock.
Eat your heart out, Derek¹.
Neji bit his lip. Damn, this is going to be good. “I can’t help it, Shikamaru. You look so—ah!—fucking sexy.”
Finger number three was now hard at work inside Neji, stretching him further. The first stroke to the Hyuuga’s prostate by Shikamaru’s finger had excited them both even more—Gravy, Shikamaru thought to himself when Neji squealed--and Neji’s agitated response to Shikamaru’s fingers was quickly breaking down his lover’s restraint.
“Shikamaru”, Neji taunted, “I’m ready to feel your cock where your fingers are.”
“Oh, you’re going to feel it there”, Shikamaru responded, “I promise. But you won’t get any pleasure from it if you don’t let me finish what I’m doing.”
You underestimate me, the Hyuuga thought to himself.
Neji had not had sex with Shikamaru since the early morning hours. In the course of the day’s events, he had been cock-blocked twice. Between Shikamaru’s oversexed parents and the tell-all audio and photographs of Captain Sarutobi having manic relations with Tenten Kire on a jerry-rigged balance beam he’d barely managed to maintain his composure. His penthouse still reeked from where the Nara elders had had sex-- in Neji’s kitchen!
The Hyuuga was frustrated. It seemed that everyone else was getting laid in his home except him, and well, he was tired of waiting for his turn. Neji wanted to be fucked and he wanted it now, and if he wasn’t full of twelve inches of cock in the next forty-five seconds he was going to start throwing things!
He reached out with one arm and wrapped his hand firmly around the wrist of the hand inside him, staying the Nara’s movements.
Neji looked at his lover, who watched him with undisguised lust.
“You’re finished”, Neji announced.
Thank the Gods. Without a sound Shikamaru withdrew the fingers. He snatched up the tube of lubricant from the bed, opened it, turned it upside-down and squeezed it onto his cock.
Neji watched with wide eyes as the Nara quickly coated his extra-long cock with the slick substance before tossing the nearly empty tube aside.
Shikamaru took himself in hand, moving forward over Neji’s waiting body. He trained that dark, beady stare on his lover.
You are mine. I’ll show you.
“Last chance to change your mind”, he announced, teasing his lover’s entrance with the fat tip of his cock.
Neji chuckled, arching his body into the cock that teased him. “In your dreams.”
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Shikamaru covered Neji’s lips with his own just as the tip of his cock breached that slick opening.
They moaned into each other’s mouths at the incendiary sensation of first contact.
Ah, Gods. Oh, this is incredible. Shikamaru willed himself to remain still. It wasn’t easy. He could see where his cock pierced the hole between strong, muscular thighs. It was stunning him to know that it was his cock and Neji’s hole and not the other way around. It was a most arousing sight.
Tonight I am the man on top.
Fuck this is hot.
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Ah, that’s it, now move. Neji wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist and gripped his hips hard, trying to urge him in deeper.
Shikamaru took the hint, let go of his cock, braced himself, and pushed further.
He broke the kiss then, unable to restrain the basket of sensations that were quickly overwhelming him.
“HOLY SHIT!” he shouted, squeezing his eyes shut. It was too tight in there, too hot, too good, much too good, and Shikamaru was going to come. He couldn’t stop it.
“AAAH!” he wailed as the dry orgasm seized him. He pushed in, his ass clenching.
It was unreal, the sensation. He hadn’t experienced anything like it before. It was one thing to be inside a woman, and still another to have a man inside him that way…Shikamaru was certain another, stronger orgasm wasn’t far behind.
Neji’s mind was racing. He hadn’t had a man inside him in a decade, and Shikamaru was the first man he’d ever chosen to bottom for. He wanted Shikamaru to fill him until he was breathing him, to stay inside him until neither man could tell where one ended and the other began.
You’re home, Shikamaru. Neji was panting heavily, trying to get Shikamaru as far in as he would go. He was close to an orgasm himself.
“Deeper, Shikamaru, go deeper”, he told him. “I want to feel your balls slapping my ass.”
“Fuck!” the Nara shouted, pulling back and then pushing forward again. Neji’s ass was going to squeeze another orgasm out of him any second.
“Dammit, Neji!” Shikamaru panted, shaking his head and withdrawing once again. “You and your dirty mouth.”
“Ah, but you love it, don’t you? Come on, Shikamaru…push in. Don’t stop unless one of us is dead, out cold, or begging for mercy.”
Shikamaru shook his head again. Those could be highly plausible endings to the evening’s events if the level of lust in the room was any indication. Neji’s words were making it impossible to think about anything but being buried balls-deep inside the Hyuuga and screaming out his orgasm until he had no voice left. The line between where he was and where he wanted to be was a short one, and it was becoming shorter by the second.
But, if that’s what Neji wanted…
Shikamaru gathered his wits. On trembling limbs, he pulled all the way back until there was nothing inside except the tip—and then slammed forward, pushing all the way, not stopping until he collided with Neji’s ass.
Gods Gods Gods Gods Gods--
That’s when Neji wailed.
“YES!” the Hyuuga shouted as the dry orgasm rocked his body. He arched sharply, caught in position. His body trembled.
Shikamaru didn’t wait for him to finish. He pulled back and slammed forward again.
Shit shit shit shit shit—
“Ah, Shikamaru! Fuck that feels so fucking good!”
Neji screamed like an unrepentant whore, arching manically into each thrust. The Nara managed to establish a decent rhythm and began to slam himself repeatedly into the man, his thrusts punctuated by grunts and hisses that were drowned by the pitch of Neji’s wailing.
“Ah! Gods, Shikamaru, fuck! More!”
They went on that way for a little while. It was…not unlike being with a woman, Shikamaru decided. Well, it was hotter…and tighter, and noisier, surprisingly enough, and--son of a bitch, the sensation was hypnotic, and the friction was insanity. Shikamaru’s hips burned from all the work, but even the pain was a drug. He was like a machine, pivoting relentlessly--seamlessly, as if on hinges--forcing the most wanton noises from the man below him, and pushing himself toward another dry nut that was sure to make him see stars--
And the Nara burst, without bursting, again.
“NEJI!”
Shikamaru’s shouts joined Neji’s as his orgasm shook him from head to toe.
And the stars danced.
Gods, the two of us are going to die like this.
Shikamaru maintained his position but did not move, panting heavily. His ears were ringing. He’d cum three times already. He’d been pounding Neji into the bed, saying things the man couldn’t understand. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. Beads of his sweat dropped on the Hyuuga like the slow beginning of a spring rain.
Neji watched his lover, oblivious to the droplets of perspiration that fell on him. He couldn’t tell if the Nara was enjoying himself or if he was in pain.
“Shikamaru…are you all right?” Neji panted.
Shikamaru held up his head, which had become heavier, to look at his lover. Did Neji know how potently erotic a sight he made? He lay beneath the Nara, his skin flushed and sweaty from his orgasm, his long dark hair in disarray beneath his head, and those eyes…liquid eyes full of emotion, eyes that threatened to pull you in and make you forget everything else if you looked into them too long. Neji was a vision, the stuff of fantasies.
And he was with Shikamaru. He had chosen Shikamaru, pledged his loyalty to him, pursued him and fell in love with him.
Tonight he had finally confessed his feelings to Shikamaru.
Am I? The Nara considered his lover’s question, really giving it thought.
Without a word, he slipped his arms beneath the long-haired man’s shoulders, gripping them from beneath with strong fingers and careful not to lean on his hair.
He buried his face against Neji’s throat, inhaling the musky arousal on his skin.
And waited.
Neji furrowed his brows. “Shikamaru?”
“Do you remember last weekend, on your uncle’s yacht?” Shikamaru finally panted. His cock was flip-flopping inside Neji, like he wanted.
Neji squirmed in response, digging his heels into Shikamaru’s back, trying to get the man to move his hips again. “Yes,” the Hyuuga responded, a little frustrated now. How could the Nara possibly want to stop when it was feeling so good?
“Do you remember what we talked about?” Shikamaru asked.
You want to talk now? We’re not even done! “Yes, I remember.” The Hyuuga closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.
Shikamaru rolled his hips, once. From his newly adjusted position, his rock-hard cock scraped directly over Neji’s prostate. The Hyuuga’s eyes flew open and he gasped.
“You told me that I was the first lover you ever chose”, Shikamaru spoke. “Do you regret that now?”
Neji stilled. Was he seriously asking him that, of all things, and now, of all times?
It dawned on Neji then. Shikamaru was doing something he’d never done before. Tonight they’d taken their relationship to a different level. The Nara wanted—needed--reassurance.
Neji was happy to oblige.
“How could you think that I could ever regret choosing you? I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
The Hyuuga hesitated, and then continued. “There’s never been anyone else for me. I’ve never loved anyone but you, Shikamaru.”
Neji moved a hand to wipe the sweat from Shikamaru’s face. His words were true, of course, though they still sounded novel to his own ears.
Shikamaru gave him a quick kiss before rolling his hips again.
“Ah, Shikamaru, don’t stop please”, Neji begged. He couldn’t help it; it felt so good to have him inside him! Neji decided they belonged together like this. He didn’t know why they’d waited so long to switch. Shikamaru was a natural. It was as natural for him to top as it was for Neji—maybe more when you took the Nara’s cock into consideration.
This, of course, was the theory the elder Nara had been trying to drill into their heads for the entire evening.
“Say that again.” Shikamaru rolled his hips again, smiling down at his lover. He enjoyed being able to bring him pleasure this way.
“Ah, I’ve never loved anyone but you, Shikamaru”, Neji gasped in response.
“Again.” Another roll.
Another gasp.
“Shit, Shikamaru. I’ve never loved anyone but you. I loved you before I even knew what love was, before I realized I was capable of that emotion. I love your eyes and your hair and your voice and even your insomnia…I love how you think and feel and taste and not just your cock but the way your presence in my life has forced me to discover things about myself.”
Shikamaru quirked a brow at Neji’s enthusiastic and revealing response, though Neji couldn’t see it. “I love you for delivering everything you promised me, for not going back on your commitment to me.”
At Neji’s last statement, Shikamaru’s cock pulsed, scraping Neji’s prostate dead-on.
“Ah, Shikamaru, please”, Neji begged, “I need you, my body needs you and my heart needs you and my soul needs you and you have to go on, please.”
Shikamaru smirked. Yes.
Shikamaru tightened his grip on Neji’s shoulders and began to roll his hips slowly. Both men moaned.
Never better. “Neji”, he called, pulling his head up to look into pale eyes. “I’ll never go back on my commitment to you.” He shook his head. “Never.”
“Shikamaru”, Neji called back. “I know.”
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Shikamaru began slowly, evenly—quietly, save for the occasional grunt or hiss. Neji worked with him, content to move at a leisurely pace, to bask in the mood and share the experience of their mutual pleasure. It was new for them both in many ways and Neji understood why Shikamaru wanted to savor the moments.
He eventually worked up to his previous pace, and then Neji became a wild man for him. His head moved from side to side, his hands fisted the bedding and he made crazy sex noises that might have been Shikamaru's name if they were coherent. The feel of Shikamaru driving his cock into Neji's tight hole and the vision of Neji being taken to the edge was dragging Shikamaru along with him.
“Shikamaru…I need…I need…”
Neji was close. Thank goodness for those cock rings or they would have been finished already. As it was they were both doing a very good job of wearing each other out.
“Fuck Neji…you feel so good…” Shikamaru panted. “Tell me…what you need.”
“I need to cum again, Shikamaru. Please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Shikamaru adjusted himself so that he was lying flat against the Hyuuga. He gave his lover a knowing look.
Neji smiled. They locked their feet together at the ankles, braced themselves, and hefted themselves over until Neji was on top.
Fuck yes. Neji sat up, pushing his hair away from his face with both hands, staring down at his lover with lust in his eyes.
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Gods, I could cum just watching you. Shikamaru remained unmoving while watching the Hyuuga’s powerful body adjust his position on the Nara’s cock.
The strain of trying not to thrust up was maddening. He could hardly believe his cock was buried all the way inside Neji, who was sitting almost completely upright on top of him.
"Neji!" the Nara panted.
"I know, Shikamaru." Neji was panting too. Shikamaru’s cock felt even longer in this position.
So much. So full. Neji moved tentatively, bending forward and then lifting himself a bit before lowering himself again.
All mine. He chose me too.
“Gods, Neji”, Shikamaru exclaimed. “You're so tight. It's so hot in there.”
“I know”, the Hyuuga answered. “Why do you think I'm always pawing at you?”
Shikamaru smiled weakly, trying to calm himself even as Neji was moving gently over his rock-hard erection.
Neji leaned forward and braced himself over Shikamaru with his arms for leverage, and then moved with a little more force.
“I’ll never go back on my commitment to you. Never”, the Nara had told him.
The words echoed in Neji’s mind.
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Shikamaru couldn’t believe his eyes. Neji was sitting on him, taking every millimeter of his cock. It was amazing.
Neji wanted to lift himself higher, to move faster, but he found himself at a disadvantage. With legs as long as his, it was awkward to lift himself far enough off the Nara’s cock to make a difference, never mind trying to his that special spot from this position. He didn’t want to have to admit defeat, but he knew his next orgasm would elude him at the rate they were going.
“Oh, Shikamaru”, he exclaimed in frustration.
“Tell me”, the Nara responded.
“Fuck, I need to come, you feel so good but—“
“Neji, Neji.”
Shikamaru sat up then--slowly, gingerly, not taking his eyes off his surprised lover, who was still impaled on his cock. They worked together to shift Neji’s legs to wrap around the Nara’s hips.
Shikamaru ran his hands through Neji’s hair, pulling it away from his face. He’d always marveled at how lustrous and healthy Neji’s hair was. He imagined it brought the Hyuuga strength, like the biblical Samson.
Shikamaru smiled, using his index finger to trace a trail of wetness down Neji’s face.
“You’re crying”, the Nara announced.
Neji furrowed his brows, and then put his fingers to his face. He was shocked to find it wet with his tears. When? How?
He shook his head slowly. “I don’t understand.”
“I think I do.”
Shikamaru licked up the trail of Neji’s tear with the tip of his tongue.
The Hyuuga closed his eyes and shuddered at the contact. He was cold and warm at the same time.
“Tell me what you need, Neji”, the Nara asked.
I...I think my heart is going to burst, Neji thought to himself.
He felt strange. He was being seized by a glut of his own emotions. He felt hyper and horny and manic and shy and emotional all at the same time. He thought of the man who’d licked away his tears. How had it come to so much between them so quickly? Of course they’d known each other for two years, and bore some level of affection for each other that whole time. But now they were here, meeting parents, contemplating shared domiciles and…
Shikamaru had pledged his loyalty to him, submitted to him, and then declared his love. He had given Neji everything the man wanted, even before Neji knew that Shikamaru was what he wanted, before Neji even understood that it would be all right to have something like this for himself.
Something no amount of money could buy.
The past two years, the past six weeks, the past eighteen hours, had all come to this moment, the moment when Shikamaru Nara—his partner, lover and friend--had reduced Neji to crying.
He had brought him to his knees.
Eyes wet with fresh tears opened, staring back at him. “You. I just need you. I love you, Shikamaru.”
A gentle kiss was the Nara’s response. “I love you too, Neji”, he responded, using his thumbs to wipe away the older man’s tears.
They sat that way, locked in that moment in time. Shikamaru shared a gentle kiss with his lover each time he wiped away an errant tear. In the darkness of the room each man held the other close, embraced by their combined warmth, content to bask in the cocoon of love and devotion and strength and trust they had created together.
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“Lie back for me.”
Neji braced himself on his arms and leaned back, away from Shikamaru who remained buried to the hilt inside his body. Shikamaru braced his arms beneath the Hyuuga until he was flat on the bed beneath him, still sheathing him.
Shikamaru took one of Neji’s legs and hooked it over one of his shoulders; the Hyuuga’s knee was almost flush with his own eye.
Shikamaru drew back quickly and slammed forward forcefully, hitting Neji’s prostate dead-on.
The Hyuuga hissed, his hand reaching for and then clinging to his erection. “Yes! Shikamaru, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!”
Shikamaru complied silently, pulling back and thrusting deep, taking great care not to miss that special spot, galvanized by the insanity of sexual noises the man beneath him was making.
Neji was quaking; his body was getting what it wanted, and more, so much he could hardly tolerate it. His emotions were on overdrive and he was quickly being overwhelmed by the sensations.
“Shik—" a dry orgasm seized the long-haired man, causing him to cry out. When his body flopped back down on the bed he laid there unmoving, eyes half-lidded and cock in hand. He did not register Shikamaru’s efforts to remove the cock ring that strangled his erection.
Shikamaru removed his own cock ring. He looked down into that face of porcelain perfection marked by a sweaty flush, and those liquid eyes that teemed with lust for him and was sure he'd never seen him look so beautiful.
“I love you, Neji.”
Shikamaru pulled back and slammed forward, no longer conscious of any boundary. Neji arched into the thrust, wailing at the top of his lungs at the feel of the Nara's cock demanding sovereignty over his body. Shikamaru watched his lover until his own vision blurred. In three furious strokes, the two men were shouting their painful victory as brutal orgasms took them, then cast them both into nothingness.
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A/N:
(1) Kindred, Chapter 6.
So…was it as good for you as it was for me? I hope so. Please leave me a review and let me know.
Another chapter is coming, folks. Stay tuned.
First things first. Check out the latest fanart, compliments of Kyuubi1010 on deviantART:
Shikaku: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Shikaku-108630989 (warning: mature)
Neji: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Neji-108669925
Bathtime: http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Bathtime-108863134 (warning: mature)
And compliments of crazyaanglover on deviantART:
Nara: http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Nara-109035017
Now…
There are lemons, and then there are lemons. I have tried to bring something memorable to the table with this chapter, a lemon that justifies the roller-coaster ride this fic, in my humble opinion, has been from the first sentence.
Have I pulled it off? Honestly, I don’t know. So much happened in this fic. It boggles my mind, and I’m the one who wrote it.
But it’s done, and I now present Constructive Possession, chapter 27.
Thank you for waiting.
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Warning: unbeta’d; language; humor; hurt/comfort; romance; yaoi
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Oh, hell no.
Shikamaru emerged from the water, twitching cock in hand, like a mythological sea creature hell-bent on capturing his prey.
Neji had already stepped out of the tub and gone into the bedroom. He hadn’t bothered with a towel.
He didn’t check to see if Shikamaru was behind him.
He knew.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I can’t believe he just said that to me.
Shikamaru marched into the bedroom from the bathroom, dripping wet and with an expression on his face that indicated the single purpose of burying the angry purple cock in his hand into Neji’s slick, tight heat.
Does he have any idea what he’s done?! What am I thinking? Of course he does.
“I don’t smell any coconut”, Shikamaru announced in a menacing voice.
Neji smiled. He scooted backward toward the center of the bed and away from his lover, who was approaching the large bed with sure steps.
That’s right sexy, come get it, Neji thought to himself.
“I’m pacing myself”, he taunted the Nara, sitting back on his elbows and watching his lover’s approach through the ‘v’ of his bent legs. He opened his legs wider, offering himself to his horny partner. Parts of his body fluttered in anticipation.
Shikamaru took in the erotic scene in front of him, licking his lips.
“Cocktease.”
He got up on the bed and crawled toward his lover until he was between his legs and looming over his body on all fours. In one fluid movement he bent his head and flattened his tongue against Neji’s collarbone, licking upwards over his throat and jaw until that tongue slid into Neji’s waiting mouth. The force of it pushed Neji’s upper body down until he was lying flat beneath the Nara.
Neji moaned into the urgent kiss and wrapped his arms around Shikamaru’s neck, pulling the man’s body down on top of his own.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Generic anxiety and pent-up sexual need that had been building over an eighteen-hour period was now surging between them, their bodies like conductors generating massive amounts of volatile energy. They ground themselves against each other, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of each other. The sound of impatient grunts filled the room. When the buildup became too much, Neji spoke.
“Shikamaru”, Neji breathed between lusty kisses. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Give me the bag”, the Nara responded.
Neji wasted no time in retrieving the bag from beneath a pillow strategically positioned on the bed. He set it near Shikamaru’s hand to the left of his head.
Shikamaru moved away from Neji’s embrace to a kneeling position between his legs.
He made short work of retrieving lube and cock rings from the bag. He installed on one himself, and then one his lover. He was only absently conscious of the way it strangled his erection.
Shikamaru opened the cap on the bottle of lubricant with a click and coated the fingers of a shaky hand with it.
This had been his routine for the past week, but somehow in that moment, it felt brand-new.
He placed a finger at his lover’s entrance, lubing it carefully. He watched Neji’s face for a reaction and was placated by the steady rise and fall of Neji’s chest.
Please, Gods, don’t let me pass out before Neji.
Shikamaru was pleasantly surprised to find Neji twitching where the finger moved.
What have we here? “Someone is eager”, Shikamaru murmured.
“What gave it away?” Neji responded. “I’ve only been begging you for it all day. Did you think I was –ah—only teasing?”
Shikamaru pressed two lube-slickened fingers inside. It was so hot and tight in there. He marveled at how Neji managed to stay so tight when he’d been plundered with a dildo longer and thicker than both of them for the past week.
Fuck, I won’t last two seconds in here.
Shikamaru closed his eyes to the alluring sight in front of him. His fingers pumped and scissored in agitated motion, maneuvering in search of Neji’s prostate. He was torn between wanting to stretch his lover quickly and wanting to do it properly.
Neji arched and squirmed around the fingers inside him, wanting them deeper, oblivious to any discomfort. He closed his eyes briefly but opened them again to seek out that long, hard cock with its purple tip.
The one he’d been craving.
The one with the thick vein running along its underside that seemed to pulse before his very eyes.
Neji’s mouth watered, and he licked his lips.
“Stop that”, came the command from above him.
Neji looked up at his lover, who bore an intense expression on his face.
The lust in Shikamaru’s eyes was unmistakable, and it was all for Neji. The Hyuuga could not believe his luck! Here was Shikamaru Nara, in all his toned, tanned, athletic, naked glory, kneeling between Neji’s legs, stretching him to take the Nara’s incredible pulsing 12-inch cock.
Eat your heart out, Derek¹.
Neji bit his lip. Damn, this is going to be good. “I can’t help it, Shikamaru. You look so—ah!—fucking sexy.”
Finger number three was now hard at work inside Neji, stretching him further. The first stroke to the Hyuuga’s prostate by Shikamaru’s finger had excited them both even more—Gravy, Shikamaru thought to himself when Neji squealed--and Neji’s agitated response to Shikamaru’s fingers was quickly breaking down his lover’s restraint.
“Shikamaru”, Neji taunted, “I’m ready to feel your cock where your fingers are.”
“Oh, you’re going to feel it there”, Shikamaru responded, “I promise. But you won’t get any pleasure from it if you don’t let me finish what I’m doing.”
You underestimate me, the Hyuuga thought to himself.
Neji had not had sex with Shikamaru since the early morning hours. In the course of the day’s events, he had been cock-blocked twice. Between Shikamaru’s oversexed parents and the tell-all audio and photographs of Captain Sarutobi having manic relations with Tenten Kire on a jerry-rigged balance beam he’d barely managed to maintain his composure. His penthouse still reeked from where the Nara elders had had sex-- in Neji’s kitchen!
The Hyuuga was frustrated. It seemed that everyone else was getting laid in his home except him, and well, he was tired of waiting for his turn. Neji wanted to be fucked and he wanted it now, and if he wasn’t full of twelve inches of cock in the next forty-five seconds he was going to start throwing things!
He reached out with one arm and wrapped his hand firmly around the wrist of the hand inside him, staying the Nara’s movements.
Neji looked at his lover, who watched him with undisguised lust.
“You’re finished”, Neji announced.
Thank the Gods. Without a sound Shikamaru withdrew the fingers. He snatched up the tube of lubricant from the bed, opened it, turned it upside-down and squeezed it onto his cock.
Neji watched with wide eyes as the Nara quickly coated his extra-long cock with the slick substance before tossing the nearly empty tube aside.
Shikamaru took himself in hand, moving forward over Neji’s waiting body. He trained that dark, beady stare on his lover.
You are mine. I’ll show you.
“Last chance to change your mind”, he announced, teasing his lover’s entrance with the fat tip of his cock.
Neji chuckled, arching his body into the cock that teased him. “In your dreams.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shikamaru covered Neji’s lips with his own just as the tip of his cock breached that slick opening.
They moaned into each other’s mouths at the incendiary sensation of first contact.
Ah, Gods. Oh, this is incredible. Shikamaru willed himself to remain still. It wasn’t easy. He could see where his cock pierced the hole between strong, muscular thighs. It was stunning him to know that it was his cock and Neji’s hole and not the other way around. It was a most arousing sight.
Tonight I am the man on top.
Fuck this is hot.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ah, that’s it, now move. Neji wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist and gripped his hips hard, trying to urge him in deeper.
Shikamaru took the hint, let go of his cock, braced himself, and pushed further.
He broke the kiss then, unable to restrain the basket of sensations that were quickly overwhelming him.
“HOLY SHIT!” he shouted, squeezing his eyes shut. It was too tight in there, too hot, too good, much too good, and Shikamaru was going to come. He couldn’t stop it.
“AAAH!” he wailed as the dry orgasm seized him. He pushed in, his ass clenching.
It was unreal, the sensation. He hadn’t experienced anything like it before. It was one thing to be inside a woman, and still another to have a man inside him that way…Shikamaru was certain another, stronger orgasm wasn’t far behind.
Neji’s mind was racing. He hadn’t had a man inside him in a decade, and Shikamaru was the first man he’d ever chosen to bottom for. He wanted Shikamaru to fill him until he was breathing him, to stay inside him until neither man could tell where one ended and the other began.
You’re home, Shikamaru. Neji was panting heavily, trying to get Shikamaru as far in as he would go. He was close to an orgasm himself.
“Deeper, Shikamaru, go deeper”, he told him. “I want to feel your balls slapping my ass.”
“Fuck!” the Nara shouted, pulling back and then pushing forward again. Neji’s ass was going to squeeze another orgasm out of him any second.
“Dammit, Neji!” Shikamaru panted, shaking his head and withdrawing once again. “You and your dirty mouth.”
“Ah, but you love it, don’t you? Come on, Shikamaru…push in. Don’t stop unless one of us is dead, out cold, or begging for mercy.”
Shikamaru shook his head again. Those could be highly plausible endings to the evening’s events if the level of lust in the room was any indication. Neji’s words were making it impossible to think about anything but being buried balls-deep inside the Hyuuga and screaming out his orgasm until he had no voice left. The line between where he was and where he wanted to be was a short one, and it was becoming shorter by the second.
But, if that’s what Neji wanted…
Shikamaru gathered his wits. On trembling limbs, he pulled all the way back until there was nothing inside except the tip—and then slammed forward, pushing all the way, not stopping until he collided with Neji’s ass.
Gods Gods Gods Gods Gods--
That’s when Neji wailed.
“YES!” the Hyuuga shouted as the dry orgasm rocked his body. He arched sharply, caught in position. His body trembled.
Shikamaru didn’t wait for him to finish. He pulled back and slammed forward again.
Shit shit shit shit shit—
“Ah, Shikamaru! Fuck that feels so fucking good!”
Neji screamed like an unrepentant whore, arching manically into each thrust. The Nara managed to establish a decent rhythm and began to slam himself repeatedly into the man, his thrusts punctuated by grunts and hisses that were drowned by the pitch of Neji’s wailing.
“Ah! Gods, Shikamaru, fuck! More!”
They went on that way for a little while. It was…not unlike being with a woman, Shikamaru decided. Well, it was hotter…and tighter, and noisier, surprisingly enough, and--son of a bitch, the sensation was hypnotic, and the friction was insanity. Shikamaru’s hips burned from all the work, but even the pain was a drug. He was like a machine, pivoting relentlessly--seamlessly, as if on hinges--forcing the most wanton noises from the man below him, and pushing himself toward another dry nut that was sure to make him see stars--
And the Nara burst, without bursting, again.
“NEJI!”
Shikamaru’s shouts joined Neji’s as his orgasm shook him from head to toe.
And the stars danced.
Gods, the two of us are going to die like this.
Shikamaru maintained his position but did not move, panting heavily. His ears were ringing. He’d cum three times already. He’d been pounding Neji into the bed, saying things the man couldn’t understand. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. Beads of his sweat dropped on the Hyuuga like the slow beginning of a spring rain.
Neji watched his lover, oblivious to the droplets of perspiration that fell on him. He couldn’t tell if the Nara was enjoying himself or if he was in pain.
“Shikamaru…are you all right?” Neji panted.
Shikamaru held up his head, which had become heavier, to look at his lover. Did Neji know how potently erotic a sight he made? He lay beneath the Nara, his skin flushed and sweaty from his orgasm, his long dark hair in disarray beneath his head, and those eyes…liquid eyes full of emotion, eyes that threatened to pull you in and make you forget everything else if you looked into them too long. Neji was a vision, the stuff of fantasies.
And he was with Shikamaru. He had chosen Shikamaru, pledged his loyalty to him, pursued him and fell in love with him.
Tonight he had finally confessed his feelings to Shikamaru.
Am I? The Nara considered his lover’s question, really giving it thought.
Without a word, he slipped his arms beneath the long-haired man’s shoulders, gripping them from beneath with strong fingers and careful not to lean on his hair.
He buried his face against Neji’s throat, inhaling the musky arousal on his skin.
And waited.
Neji furrowed his brows. “Shikamaru?”
“Do you remember last weekend, on your uncle’s yacht?” Shikamaru finally panted. His cock was flip-flopping inside Neji, like he wanted.
Neji squirmed in response, digging his heels into Shikamaru’s back, trying to get the man to move his hips again. “Yes,” the Hyuuga responded, a little frustrated now. How could the Nara possibly want to stop when it was feeling so good?
“Do you remember what we talked about?” Shikamaru asked.
You want to talk now? We’re not even done! “Yes, I remember.” The Hyuuga closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.
Shikamaru rolled his hips, once. From his newly adjusted position, his rock-hard cock scraped directly over Neji’s prostate. The Hyuuga’s eyes flew open and he gasped.
“You told me that I was the first lover you ever chose”, Shikamaru spoke. “Do you regret that now?”
Neji stilled. Was he seriously asking him that, of all things, and now, of all times?
It dawned on Neji then. Shikamaru was doing something he’d never done before. Tonight they’d taken their relationship to a different level. The Nara wanted—needed--reassurance.
Neji was happy to oblige.
“How could you think that I could ever regret choosing you? I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
The Hyuuga hesitated, and then continued. “There’s never been anyone else for me. I’ve never loved anyone but you, Shikamaru.”
Neji moved a hand to wipe the sweat from Shikamaru’s face. His words were true, of course, though they still sounded novel to his own ears.
Shikamaru gave him a quick kiss before rolling his hips again.
“Ah, Shikamaru, don’t stop please”, Neji begged. He couldn’t help it; it felt so good to have him inside him! Neji decided they belonged together like this. He didn’t know why they’d waited so long to switch. Shikamaru was a natural. It was as natural for him to top as it was for Neji—maybe more when you took the Nara’s cock into consideration.
This, of course, was the theory the elder Nara had been trying to drill into their heads for the entire evening.
“Say that again.” Shikamaru rolled his hips again, smiling down at his lover. He enjoyed being able to bring him pleasure this way.
“Ah, I’ve never loved anyone but you, Shikamaru”, Neji gasped in response.
“Again.” Another roll.
Another gasp.
“Shit, Shikamaru. I’ve never loved anyone but you. I loved you before I even knew what love was, before I realized I was capable of that emotion. I love your eyes and your hair and your voice and even your insomnia…I love how you think and feel and taste and not just your cock but the way your presence in my life has forced me to discover things about myself.”
Shikamaru quirked a brow at Neji’s enthusiastic and revealing response, though Neji couldn’t see it. “I love you for delivering everything you promised me, for not going back on your commitment to me.”
At Neji’s last statement, Shikamaru’s cock pulsed, scraping Neji’s prostate dead-on.
“Ah, Shikamaru, please”, Neji begged, “I need you, my body needs you and my heart needs you and my soul needs you and you have to go on, please.”
Shikamaru smirked. Yes.
Shikamaru tightened his grip on Neji’s shoulders and began to roll his hips slowly. Both men moaned.
Never better. “Neji”, he called, pulling his head up to look into pale eyes. “I’ll never go back on my commitment to you.” He shook his head. “Never.”
“Shikamaru”, Neji called back. “I know.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shikamaru began slowly, evenly—quietly, save for the occasional grunt or hiss. Neji worked with him, content to move at a leisurely pace, to bask in the mood and share the experience of their mutual pleasure. It was new for them both in many ways and Neji understood why Shikamaru wanted to savor the moments.
He eventually worked up to his previous pace, and then Neji became a wild man for him. His head moved from side to side, his hands fisted the bedding and he made crazy sex noises that might have been Shikamaru's name if they were coherent. The feel of Shikamaru driving his cock into Neji's tight hole and the vision of Neji being taken to the edge was dragging Shikamaru along with him.
“Shikamaru…I need…I need…”
Neji was close. Thank goodness for those cock rings or they would have been finished already. As it was they were both doing a very good job of wearing each other out.
“Fuck Neji…you feel so good…” Shikamaru panted. “Tell me…what you need.”
“I need to cum again, Shikamaru. Please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Shikamaru adjusted himself so that he was lying flat against the Hyuuga. He gave his lover a knowing look.
Neji smiled. They locked their feet together at the ankles, braced themselves, and hefted themselves over until Neji was on top.
Fuck yes. Neji sat up, pushing his hair away from his face with both hands, staring down at his lover with lust in his eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gods, I could cum just watching you. Shikamaru remained unmoving while watching the Hyuuga’s powerful body adjust his position on the Nara’s cock.
The strain of trying not to thrust up was maddening. He could hardly believe his cock was buried all the way inside Neji, who was sitting almost completely upright on top of him.
"Neji!" the Nara panted.
"I know, Shikamaru." Neji was panting too. Shikamaru’s cock felt even longer in this position.
So much. So full. Neji moved tentatively, bending forward and then lifting himself a bit before lowering himself again.
All mine. He chose me too.
“Gods, Neji”, Shikamaru exclaimed. “You're so tight. It's so hot in there.”
“I know”, the Hyuuga answered. “Why do you think I'm always pawing at you?”
Shikamaru smiled weakly, trying to calm himself even as Neji was moving gently over his rock-hard erection.
Neji leaned forward and braced himself over Shikamaru with his arms for leverage, and then moved with a little more force.
“I’ll never go back on my commitment to you. Never”, the Nara had told him.
The words echoed in Neji’s mind.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shikamaru couldn’t believe his eyes. Neji was sitting on him, taking every millimeter of his cock. It was amazing.
Neji wanted to lift himself higher, to move faster, but he found himself at a disadvantage. With legs as long as his, it was awkward to lift himself far enough off the Nara’s cock to make a difference, never mind trying to his that special spot from this position. He didn’t want to have to admit defeat, but he knew his next orgasm would elude him at the rate they were going.
“Oh, Shikamaru”, he exclaimed in frustration.
“Tell me”, the Nara responded.
“Fuck, I need to come, you feel so good but—“
“Neji, Neji.”
Shikamaru sat up then--slowly, gingerly, not taking his eyes off his surprised lover, who was still impaled on his cock. They worked together to shift Neji’s legs to wrap around the Nara’s hips.
Shikamaru ran his hands through Neji’s hair, pulling it away from his face. He’d always marveled at how lustrous and healthy Neji’s hair was. He imagined it brought the Hyuuga strength, like the biblical Samson.
Shikamaru smiled, using his index finger to trace a trail of wetness down Neji’s face.
“You’re crying”, the Nara announced.
Neji furrowed his brows, and then put his fingers to his face. He was shocked to find it wet with his tears. When? How?
He shook his head slowly. “I don’t understand.”
“I think I do.”
Shikamaru licked up the trail of Neji’s tear with the tip of his tongue.
The Hyuuga closed his eyes and shuddered at the contact. He was cold and warm at the same time.
“Tell me what you need, Neji”, the Nara asked.
I...I think my heart is going to burst, Neji thought to himself.
He felt strange. He was being seized by a glut of his own emotions. He felt hyper and horny and manic and shy and emotional all at the same time. He thought of the man who’d licked away his tears. How had it come to so much between them so quickly? Of course they’d known each other for two years, and bore some level of affection for each other that whole time. But now they were here, meeting parents, contemplating shared domiciles and…
Shikamaru had pledged his loyalty to him, submitted to him, and then declared his love. He had given Neji everything the man wanted, even before Neji knew that Shikamaru was what he wanted, before Neji even understood that it would be all right to have something like this for himself.
Something no amount of money could buy.
The past two years, the past six weeks, the past eighteen hours, had all come to this moment, the moment when Shikamaru Nara—his partner, lover and friend--had reduced Neji to crying.
He had brought him to his knees.
Eyes wet with fresh tears opened, staring back at him. “You. I just need you. I love you, Shikamaru.”
A gentle kiss was the Nara’s response. “I love you too, Neji”, he responded, using his thumbs to wipe away the older man’s tears.
They sat that way, locked in that moment in time. Shikamaru shared a gentle kiss with his lover each time he wiped away an errant tear. In the darkness of the room each man held the other close, embraced by their combined warmth, content to bask in the cocoon of love and devotion and strength and trust they had created together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Lie back for me.”
Neji braced himself on his arms and leaned back, away from Shikamaru who remained buried to the hilt inside his body. Shikamaru braced his arms beneath the Hyuuga until he was flat on the bed beneath him, still sheathing him.
Shikamaru took one of Neji’s legs and hooked it over one of his shoulders; the Hyuuga’s knee was almost flush with his own eye.
Shikamaru drew back quickly and slammed forward forcefully, hitting Neji’s prostate dead-on.
The Hyuuga hissed, his hand reaching for and then clinging to his erection. “Yes! Shikamaru, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!”
Shikamaru complied silently, pulling back and thrusting deep, taking great care not to miss that special spot, galvanized by the insanity of sexual noises the man beneath him was making.
Neji was quaking; his body was getting what it wanted, and more, so much he could hardly tolerate it. His emotions were on overdrive and he was quickly being overwhelmed by the sensations.
“Shik—" a dry orgasm seized the long-haired man, causing him to cry out. When his body flopped back down on the bed he laid there unmoving, eyes half-lidded and cock in hand. He did not register Shikamaru’s efforts to remove the cock ring that strangled his erection.
Shikamaru removed his own cock ring. He looked down into that face of porcelain perfection marked by a sweaty flush, and those liquid eyes that teemed with lust for him and was sure he'd never seen him look so beautiful.
“I love you, Neji.”
Shikamaru pulled back and slammed forward, no longer conscious of any boundary. Neji arched into the thrust, wailing at the top of his lungs at the feel of the Nara's cock demanding sovereignty over his body. Shikamaru watched his lover until his own vision blurred. In three furious strokes, the two men were shouting their painful victory as brutal orgasms took them, then cast them both into nothingness.
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A/N:
(1) Kindred, Chapter 6.
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