Shino's Problem

III.

The next night Shino met Panther-san. Panther-san with sleek black hair to his shoulders and pale white skin. He never spoke a word, but he moaned and snarled and fucked with finesse. It wasn’t about ramming in wildly like Boar-san. No, Panther-san’s fucking started slowly, gently, and crept up on you. He just kept at it slow and steady, the pace increasing imperceptibly until he suddenly with a wild cry began thrusting at a speed that was amazing, his hand flying on Shino’s cock just as fast, sending them both into orgasm almost simultaneously. He left immediately afterwards. To his embarrassment, Shino found himself wanting more, and he put the bowl out a second time. Dog-san showed up ten minutes later and fucked a lot like Kiba. Shino wondered if it was one of Kiba’s cousins, but Dog-san kept him too busy to talk. He came fast, recovered fast, fucked fast. He outlasted Shino who feel asleep, woke up for Dog-san’s third orgasm, said, “No more,” and promptly fell back asleep.

The next day, Shino left a solo mission that lasted four days. He fingered himself the first night, bought a dildo the second day, and used it the next two nights. When he returned, Dog-san was the first to show up, and when he came in carrying the bowl, Shino said, “No, let it sit out there. I’m not going to fall asleep tonight.”

And he hadn’t. It was an amazing night—he’d had Dog-san, Ram-san, Boar-san, and Tiger-san. He been too busy being fucked and sucking cock, to thank Tiger-san when he had brought in the red cat bowl. It had been a good thing that he had, too, as the four of them had kept him busy. When Ram-san had been in his ass and Tiger-san was in front of him, he’d heard Dog-san jacking off. It made Shino think of his fantasies of Neji spraying his cum on his body, and he pleaded for Dog-san to spray his cum on his back. That had lead Boar-san to ask for permission to come on him too. “Yes, yes, please,” gasped out Shino, lowering his head back to Tigar-san’s cock, feeling Ram-san moving in his ass, and hearing the sound of Dog-san and Boar-san jerking off. When they sprayed on him, he’d cum, cum so hard he couldn’t keep sucking Tigar-san; he’d just collapsed and cried out. Ram-san had slammed into him faster, and then Tigar-san had sprayed his face, making him spasm with pleasure. And still Ram-san had driven into him, fucking him until Dog-san had gotten hard again, grabbed his head, and fucked his face. They’d cum in him together, and Shino had had his first dry orgasm, shuddering and shaking, but too drained of cum to spray a single drop more.

He was helpless, spent, and they washed him, put him in bed. Before they left him, Tigar-san asked him if was willing to let them cum in him without condoms next time. When he’d said yes, there had been a little scuffle behind him, as the news had evidently had Dog-san ready to go again while the others felt that was rude.

“He can,” said Shino sleepily, “but with a condom, and I’m not moving.” Dog-san did, Shino didn’t move, and in fact he didn’t get hard at all, but still it felt good to have a cock thrust in him hard and fast, to hear the heavy panting, and the loud shout that Dog-san always gave as he came. And it didn’t take long—he never did, poor thing, but he made up for it by being able to do it again and again.

The next night he didn’t really remember who was there, for he lost track after Wolf-san was the first to spill his cum right into his body while he was on his back and three, maybe four others sprayed their cum on his body. They took him one after another, filling him full, at one point making him shit out the cum into something, then filling him again and spraying on him until he started to cry. “Tigar-san,” he called out, “hold me.” And then there was no one, no one but Tigar-san who simply held him while he cried, washed him, and held him until he fell asleep. The next morning his apartment was full of gifts, which Shino knew were their apologies: chocolates, flowers, kunai, fruit, suishi, a vase, some books, even a bottle of cologne.

It was a week before he put the bowl out again, and then it was only Tigar-san that came the next two times. They were careful to come in only ones and twos after that for quite some time. And after a while, the bowl was going out every night that Shino was home in his apartment. Depending on his experiences during the day and what was on the schedule for the following one, Shino would accept visits, usually just one. But on tough days, special days—the bowl stayed out all night, and Shino’s bedroom was full of ANBU nins. He didn’t cry again—he knew his limits, knew when to say no, using his bugs to hand a mask to a ninja who was no longer welcome or to push another one forward in encouragement. Rabbit-san freaked out the first time the bugs touched him in the dark and never came back. It didn’t bother Shino. He was pretty much over his worries about his bugs preventing him from being sexy.

Shino had been the first for Turtle-san, who was ridiculously young to be in ANBU and so nervous he’d cum on Shino’s ass and hadn’t been able to penetrate until Shino had seduced him with kisses and gently lowered himself down on his still underdeveloped cock. And gradually life for Shino settled into normal. Hinata visited his apartment at least once a week for tea when he wasn’t away; he saw Kiba and Akamaru most days and many early evenings. He visited his family regularly, and religiously had dinner with them once a week if missions permitted, and spent many an evening with his father. And every night he wasn’t away on a mission or with a sick, sad, or drunk friend, he put out his cat bowl and got himself fucked.

Sometimes now the lights and masks stayed on, especially on those nights when Shino wanted all the cock he could get. It was much more satisfying to watch the cum arc and fly through the air, to see it smeared and puddled on his body, running down his legs, down his chin. He would always fantasize that one of those men behind the mask was his Hyuuga-san, one of the men he couldn’t touch, couldn’t taste, for surely, somehow, he would know if the man still inside his heart was having sex with him. For he still loved Neji; he couldn’t get over it. He could accept that he wasn’t going to see his Hyuuga-san very often, and he had even come to terms with the fact that Aburame Shino was someone Neji would never see as an equal, someone he could never want or love or desire. And the emptiness inside, the feeling of not being good enough, it all led to his ferocious appetite for sex, for being fucked, for seeing and feeling and tasting the proof that some men wanted him, yes, the proof of cum—sticky, hot, wet cum inside him and all over his skin.

It was maybe seven months after the Hyuuga’s clan celebration that Shino noticed Tigar-san hadn’t been by for almost three weeks. The weeks turned a month or two, and then, horrifyingly, the tiger mask arrived on a different nin. Shino rejected him. He would never personally admit poor Raccoon-san, although he had no doubt been one of the nameless nins that came in on the group nights that were dark ones. But this new Tigar-san, no, he couldn’t let him into his apartment anymore than he could look at a raccoon and not feel a little upset. Worrying about the fate of HIS Tigar-san bothered him, and he found himself unable to enjoy his ANBU visits. The bowl stopped going out so frequently, began going out rarely, and then, after three weeks of it gathering dust, Shino found himself making his way to Ibiki.

The scarred head of ANBU’s interrogation and torture did not tell him what he wanted to hear about a certain ninja that used to wear a tiger mask. But he did point out that everyone who died for Konoha had his or her name put on the memorial. Shino had raced from Ibiki’s office feeling sick with dread, but when he got to the memorial, the only names that had been added for the last two years were names he knew, people whose faced he remembered, and none of them were men who were just so tall, with thick red-brown hair, freckled skin, and a sweet, sweet voice. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he made a decision. Those moments, those terrible minutes when he’d run from Ibiki’s office to the monument—no, he couldn’t do that again. And he shouldn’t keep putting out the cat bowl, either, because evidently he couldn’t let these ANBU nins into his bed without letting them into his heart a bit. And losing them, losing the ones that had consoled him when he experienced his greatest heartbreak, the loss of his Hyuuga-san—no, no, he didn’t need this.

Yes, Aburame Shino was fine. He’d had more sex in the last year than he’d ever expected to in his life. He’d discovered that he didn’t have to worry about his body or his hair, that his bugs didn’t bother everyone, and that he could be sexy. He also gave a damn fine blowjob and had an ass that treated a cock right. He could look at Hyuuga Neji, even watch him fight, and not get too hard, but, more importantly, he didn’t get murderously angry or depressingly sad or lose control of his bugs. And so a week after his run to the memorial, he’d gone back to Ibiki’s office and handed him a red cat bowl. They hadn’t talked; Ibiki had accepted the bowl and nodded. And that was the end of Shino’s year of ANBU.

During that year, he’d refused to listen to gossip on Neji, and the only people he saw regularly respected that. It was better not knowing what his dream man did with other men, but of course there were things that, try as he could, he couldn’t help but hear—such as Hyuuga Neji had been sent to Suna for a month-long mission. Or Hyuuga Neji and Sai were sleeping together. Or how when Gaara came to town, Neji had spent the whole time in his hotel room. Yes, well, he couldn’t help but hear things like that, but he avoided all the details. He hardly ever looked at THOSE pictures any more—only when he’d gone to Hinata’s and spent too much time looking at Neji or after one of those visits to Gai’s dojo that he permitted himself once or twice a month.

He, Shino, was going to get over sex. He didn’t need to compulsively fuck—it didn’t fill the feelings of emptiness inside. And he didn’t need to masturbate all the time either. There were other things in life. Beside, his nights of passion with ANBU were over.

Or so he had thought. But one night five or six weeks after he’d returned that cat bowl, his doorbell rang, and it was Boar-san with little Turtle-san in his arms, covered in blood and shivering. Shino and Boar-san had washed him, had sex with him, and then huddled on either side of him. Towards dawn, they’d woken, had more sex, and then the two ANBU nins had left without talking. There hadn’t been a need for words. Then another week after that when Kiba and he were out drinking, Shino had gone in the bathroom and found Panther-san there. They’d gone into a stall and fucked. Panther-san never spoke with words, but that night he’d kissed Shino before he’d vanished, something he’d not done before.

After that night with Panther-san, he’d usually have an encounter with one of his old ANBU “partners” every week or two. Dog-san would come sit on his balcony, and sometimes Shino would let him in. Turtle-san rang the doorbell. Wolf-san always found him when he was training alone in some of the wilder areas around Konoha. Most of the time, the encounter resulted in some sort of sex, but on occasion it was more about connection. Shino, even though he was a ninja, wasn’t ANBU, and sitting still with him and looking at the moon seemed take away a little of that peculiar deadly deadness an ANBU nin could get.

His year with ANBU, Shino discovered, had changed him in ways far beyond the sexual. He found interacting with other ninja, especially the older jounins, much easier, and his missions seemed to go better and better. Reading chakra signatures and detecting the cloaking of chakra now came easily to him after all those hours in the dark using chakra to keep track of his lovers. His control over his bugs had never been better. Aburame Shino was content with his world, his job, his loveless love life.

And this was the state of Shino’s life when a summons to the Hokage’s office came just a little after dawn on an already hot summer day. The message, delivered by Izumo, demanded he come as he was immediately—speed not equipment was needed. But surprisingly when he arrived, he was directed to wait in Shizune’s office by Kotetsu, who was unable to say why speed was now suddenly so unimportant. It was annoying, very annoying, as Shino had literally come as he was in a thin t-shirt, shorts, sandals, and his glasses, no weapons belt, not even his forehead protector. When he entered the small office, his heart leaped in his chest—it was his Hyuuga-san there in the one empty chair—his Hyuuga-san in a damp tank top of white silk and black shorts, with his hair wet and sleek hanging loose around his shoulders. The sight made Shino literally sway a little—never had he seen that hair looking this way, like Neji had just stepped out of the shower—and all those fantasies of showers with his Hyuuga-san had managed to prime Shino to find Neji’s wet hair one of the most erotic things in the world. But then there was also those shorts which showed him his Hyuuga-san’s legs and ass in way that his training gi or normal clothing never did. And the damp silk shirt clung to his chest and had his nipples pebbled from the cold. Shino’s cock stiffened, and in his loose shorts there was absolutely no way to hide it.

To his horror, Neji looked down at his crotch and sneered. Shino felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

“What a fucking slut you are, Aburame! Hard already? So this is what you wear to pick up your ANBU tricks is it?” Neji said giving Shino a slow examination from head to toe.

Shino gasped, his mouth falling open, and pain filling his chest to the point he couldn’t say anything and was having trouble breathing. For the first time in close to a year, he was having trouble containing his bugs, and to his horror he felt a number burst out his neck and arms.

“Planning to attack me? I used to think when your bugs seemed to fly out of control like this it meant you were horny. But I realized if you can let eight guys fuck you and not one bug fly around, that it must mean something else. I guess I’m about to find out,” he added in a softer voice, his head tilting to look at the swarm of bugs now swirling around the office wildly. For Neji’s words told Shino that he had not only noticed him those many times his home and the dojo, but that he had somehow observed him with ANBU. And the thought of his Hyuuga-san watching him completely shattered his control.

His mouth opened and shut as he frantically tried to think of a response, and he could feel tears streaming down his face. With trying to think and regain control of his bugs, he had no energy to try to stop his tears. In this state, he watched Neji walk towards him. His long, graceful white arms swept out and snatched off Shino’s glasses. And for the first time in his life, Shino looked at the man he loved without the dark tint of his glasses in the way although his tears made Neji seem to shimmer a bit. “Hyuuga-san, please,” Shino whispered, the only words that he could manage.

Neji put Shino’s glasses in the pocket of his shorts, his white eyes never leaving Shino’s. The sneer, the anger had faded from his face, and it was now simply Hyuuga-san’s usual calm, emotionless face. Shino trembled, and a little sob rose up out of his throat, humiliatingly loud in the room.

“What, I wonder, will happen if I do this?” said Neji in a soft, quiet voice. And his hand reached up and slid around Shino’s face, and then with that quick motion he was know for, Shino’s body was pressed against his, and his Hyuuga-san was kissing him.

Hyuuga-san was kissing him.

The man he’d loved and sexually fantasized about for ten years was kissing him.

It was the perfect moment, the most perfect moment of his life. His lips, his tongue, his hands, his body, his hair were all touching the one he loved. Shino’s tears stopped, his trembles became shudders, and he sunk into the bliss of Hyuuga-san’s kiss. There was this odd wet sensation around his mouth that he’d never felt during any other kiss, but this was Hyuuga-san. How long the kiss went on Shino couldn’t tell, but then Neji’s face moved back from his, and he smiled at Shino—a true smile. He had blood smeared on his face, but all Shino could see was that smile, that smile at him, for him.

“I love you, Hyuuga-san,” he heard himself say as he watched the smile. And the smile only intensified, and he heard his love say in the softest of whispers, “You really do; you really love me.” There was no hate, no disgust, no scorn, but just surprised wonder in that voice, in that face. And as the realization of that burned into Shino’s body and mind, he knew that this moment, yes this one, not the kiss, was the most perfect moment, the greatest moment of his life. It was perfect, too perfect, and with another shudder and a thickening of the blood streaming from his nose, Shino fainted.

Neji stood there holding Shino’s limp body in his arms, noticing his bugs had formed a glittering black shell around them, trapping them or rather protecting them inside. He lowered himself and Shino’s body to the floor, and the bugs slowly settled down in a circle on the floor around them. He used a bit of chakra focused at the ends of his fingertips to slice off his wet silk shirt, wiping away the blood from Shino’s face with it, gently saying, “Shino, Shino, wake up.” He gave one cheek a light slap, and those big violet eyes fluttered and opened.

“Hyuuga-san, my love, Hyuuga-san,” whispered Shino, and Neji realized at that moment that this was he had wanted, this was why he had been so angry when he had heard that Shino had sleep with Hinata—angry enough to go seduce Gaara and flaunt him in Shino’s face. This was why he had angrily stalked the blocks around Shino’s apartment with his Byakugan on, way too many nights, before stomping off saying he hated Shino, despised Shino, and would never talk to that slutty whore again. He, Hyuuga Neji, had been a fool. But so had Shino.

“Idiot, complete idiot,” said Neji looking down into Shino’s face, his hair falling around them. The words registered with Shino, but Neji’s face had no scorn on it, no anger, and his hair was down around them like in so many of Shino’s fantasies, so Shino ignored them.

“Will you go out with me, Hyuuga-san?” asked Shino, begging with his big purple eyes and his whole face.

“No,” said Neji just to watch that face shift into pain, to feel his power over the man in his arms. But he only waited a second before adding, “I’ll stay in with you, Shino, instead. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember their names, their faces, until all you can think of is me.”

The look on Shino’s face at those words, made Neji’s cock harden and desired flood him. He was on top of the Aburame in milliseconds, grinding his erection into Shino’s, his tongue plundering and claiming Shino’s mouth. In his mind, Shino was now “his” and that look of Shino’s only for him. As his lips and hands and body moved over Shino, Neji felt a rush of possessiveness. Shino’s eyes, his arms, his legs should only be seen by him, and no one else. This dressing in shorts and a t-shirt not his big coat and pants, no, this wasn’t going to be permitted outside of their apartment anymore—the apartment they would be getting ASAP. If he had a fulltime lover, he wasn’t going to live in the Hyuuga compound anymore, and Shino was not staying in that sordid sex den of his; in fact, his bed or sheets weren’t coming to the new apartment, either. These thoughts flashed through Neji’s mind at lightening speed, even as desire was beginning to cloud his ability to do more than just want.

Pulling up Shino’s t-shirt and discovering just how fit and gorgeous was the stomach underneath it, made Neji moan. The look on Shino’s face at that moan--a look that said Neji was everything in Shino’s world, yes, he, Hyuuga Neji, was the sexiest, most beloved thing in Shino’s universe—that look was for Neji alone from this moment on, and he had to make Shino know that. Shino had to learn he was Neji’s now, that he was going to be living with him and obeying him. But, Neji could explain that to him after he licked up this stomach, after he had undressed and caressed and loved every bit of Shino.

And that was how Tsunade and Ibiki found them. Shino, on the floor on his back, with a look of pure ecstasy on his naked face, and Neji sprawled over him, sucking on one of Shino’s nipples and playing with the other. Their scramble to get up might have been comic, but for the looks Shino was giving Neji and the way Neji replaced Shino’s glasses tenderly. And the pathetic, slow, and erratic path that Shino’s bugs took to return to his body was in such stark contrast to their usual speedy straight lines, that Tsunade worried for a second if Shino was injured, given the blood on his shirt. But a closer look at Neji showed blood smears around his mouth, suggesting the blood was likely from a nosebleed.

“Damn it, Ibiki, you set me up!” snapped Tsunade, “I refuse to pay up on the grounds that the bet was unfair.”

“I am to understand that Shino and I are here because of a bet?” asked Neji in a tone that made a glacier seem tropical.

“It was a readiness test,” said Ibiki, “and you two fail. Be prepared for another one tomorrow at any time.”

“Are we dismissed?” asked Neji in that same tone of voice.

“Yes,” said Tsunade, “Go get a room!”

And that was the easiest order to obey that either ever got from any Hokage. It was a good thing that Ibiki was lying about the readiness test, for if it had happened, they would have failed it again. As it was, they didn’t check out of their hotel suite until three days later. Three weeks later they moved into their own apartment. To Shino’s surprise, Neji gave him a kitten to celebrate their moving in together. “I know you love cats because you were always feeding them at your last apartment where they don’t allow them inside,” he said. “Now, sweetheart, you don’t have to go looking for strays to love, you have all you need right here in our home.”

Shino couldn’t agree more.