History

A/N: Tyra, is this soon enough for you? ^_^

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Chapter three and final, folks. Enjoy.

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Warning: unbeta’d; het; humor; romance; yaoi

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Kiba’s jaw dropped.

He didn’t know that he expected anything when he knocked on the door, but he certainly hadn't expected to find Shikamaru’s shirtless boss, looking thoroughly mussed and smelling of sex, answering his former lover’s door in his bare feet.

Kiba took in the long, tousled hair that fell in striking contrast around the man’s pale shoulders, the kiss-swollen lips, and the semi-matted sprinkle of hair that covered the man’s toned chest.

But what Kiba found most revealing were the man’s eyes. They were darker, more liquid, and seemed to beckon to him, entreating him to reach out and pull the man closer.

Kiba gulped as confusion, anger and lust raged inside him. Sure, the man was an alpha type, but he was far too pretty to be a top. Kiba had pegged him for a bottom, like Shikamaru, for sure. This didn’t make sense! How had he managed to get into the apartment without Kiba knowing?

And how long had his nameless-prom queen-bottom-top boss been screwing Shikamaru?

God dammit.

Kiba figured he’d get his chance to talk sense into Shikamaru when he was at home, without his ‘bodyguard’ protecting him. He’d devised a makeshift strategy in the event the kid made an appearance, but he never factored in anyone else. It never occurred to him that Shikamaru might have found someone new. He never would have guessed it’d be his boss, who was apparently a true alpha, more like Kiba than he was prepared to admit to himself.

And if that wasn’t enough, the man looked like a god standing there, assessing him with those hypnotic eyes, oozing sex from every pore.

It made Kiba ache to dominate him.

“It isn’t polite to stare”, Neji stated, dragging Kiba out of his thoughts. His voice held a seductive timbre that Kiba couldn’t ignore.

Kiba moved closer to where his opponent stood, on the threshold of the apartment but not inside.

The two men were eye-to-eye and close enough for the scent of the sexual musk that clung to Neji to fill Kiba’s nose.

Kiba made a face. “I must be losing my touch”, he told Neji. “I was so busy trying to dodge the kid to get to Shika I didn’t realize I was running smack-dab into his nameless boss.”

“You’ve lost a lot more than just your touch”, Neji responded, and smirked. “But you know that now, don’t you?”

Kiba snorted. “You think you’ve won? I won’t give up that easily.”

Neji folded his arms across his chest and shifted his weight to the other leg. “Why not?” he asked. “You won’t get him back. What do you think that whole scene at the restaurant today was all about? If you had a snowball’s chance in hell I wouldn’t be here right now licking Shikamaru’s sweetness off my lips, and he wouldn’t be in the bedroom picking carpet fiber out of his teeth.”

Neji didn’t wait for a reaction. “I know you. You’re as transparent as plastic wrap. Shikamaru was all yours but he wasn’t enough for you, was he? You had to have another disciple to worship you. If I had to guess, I’d say you and the other one have since parted ways, and now you’re wandering the land like a king without a kingdom to rule and you thought, ‘hey, I’ll just go back and be the sun and the moon in Shika’s world again’.

Except, as in other aspects of your life I strongly suspect, you’re a day late and a dollar short.”

Kiba clenched his jaw. Once again, things weren’t working out like he’d planned. Someone else with whom Shika worked had joined forces with that Zebudah kid in thwarting Kiba’s efforts to get him. That person was now standing in front of him reeking as if he’d pulled out of Shika to answer the door, and—accurately, he was loathe to admit--reciting his life to him.

Kiba hated that Shika had left him after he’d found out about Temujin. He hated that the beta he’d found to replace Shika had not only left him as well, but took Temujin with him. He hated that Zabola was still around and was as loyal to Shika as ever. He hated that Shika had replaced him with someone new, someone Kiba also found attractive but who showed no interest in him.

What was he doing wrong? He was a good-looking professional athlete with a fast car and lots of money. Why weren’t any of his relationships working the way he intended?

How did a pencil-pushing gadget head prom queen manage to get the jump on him?

He could probably drop this lightweight with one punch. Then he could go inside Shika’s apartment and confront him again. Yeah.

Of course, the police would probably become involved again, which meant he’d have to talk his way out of it for the second time in a single day. Even if he managed to pull it off, the publicity would not work in his favor.

And then there was ‘the Matterhorn’, who would certainly be back, not only to avenge Shika, but his and Shika’s boss as well.

Kiba made a point of trying to avoid the kid for good reasons. He knew that another round with him would likely result in career-ending injuries.

No way was he taking that risk off the football field without paying ticketholders to watch. He was a commodity.

No, Kiba realized, as much as he knew he would enjoy decking the prom queen it would serve no useful purpose.

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A petulant Kiba narrowed his eyes at his former lover’s boss. “You know, it occurs to me that maybe the reason you know me so well is that we’re so much alike.”

He reached out with one hand and fingered a silky lock of Neji’s hair that rested on his shoulder before pulling his hand back, resisting a strong urge to touch his skin.

“Maybe that means he’ll catch you with someone else and leave you too.”

Neji didn’t rise to the bait. “Are you done?” he asked the bitter man.

Bastard.

Kiba was reluctant to admit it, but he was done. As he stood inhaling the provocative scent of the two men, he realized he’d been counting on Shikamaru’s loneliness in his linear design to win him back. And without that card to play, he had nothing.

Kiba felt his enthusiasm waning.

He took one last look at the incumbent, shrugging his broad shoulders.

“You know he tries very hard”, Kiba stated. “Too hard. Like he knows he isn’t quite good enough and that if he doesn’t, you’ll figure it out too.”

Kiba watched the pretty man’s face intently.

Neji blinked slowly, the only indication he’d understood the man’s concession for what it was.

Sore loser.

“You’re a real asshole”, Neji stated, and then, knowing they were done, slowly stepped back and closed himself inside the apartment again.

Kiba didn’t move. He stood and watched the door a little longer, his ego not having quite given up on Shika’s return even as the rest of him resigned itself to the fact that they were, for all practical intents and purposes, over for good.

He ran a hand through his unruly hair before turning slowly to leave, refusing to allow himself to look back.

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Neji locked the door, then turned around and leaned against it, closing his eyes and expelling a long breath. He was awfully glad that scene was over. Two encounters in one day were a bit more emotionally taxing than he’d anticipated.

Neji felt sure he had achieved the objective, though. There had been no violence, and he was confident the man had been properly convinced there was no reason for him to bother Shikamaru again.

The man had never even figured out Neji’s name.

“You okay?” Shikamaru asked in a calm voice.

He stood at the entrance to the hall wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, shoulder-length dark locks loose and framing his handsome face.

He’d been watching them at the door, where they stood facing each other like two warriors in battle, a little worried for his current lover. As predictable as his former lover was, he could be something of a wild card when he wasn’t getting his way.

The outcome would have been the same no matter what. Kiba never stood a chance, and certainly not against Neji.

Neji, Shikamaru decided as he watched him, was his celebration--of a part of his life that had been reborn from the ashes of something irredeemably flawed.

Said celebration opened his eyes at the stimulating sound of his lover’s voice and looked at Shikamaru.

His angel was still there, still safe, and worried for him.

Neji had defended his lover’s honor—without violence--and this time, sent his enemy packing for good.

At least, he hoped.

He’d achieved redemption, and it made him smile.

“I’m fine”, he told Shikamaru, advancing on him. In only a few short strides he was there in front of him, his hand on that towel.

“Are you?” he asked, running his fingers along the rim of the towel where it met the skin of Shikamaru’s waist.

Shikamaru nodded. Neji’s knuckles were warm against his flesh.

“Good”, Neji exclaimed before jerking the towel free of his lover’s waist.

He bent his head to lick the soft skin of Shikamaru’s shoulder before sinking his teeth into it, needing to claim him as his own once more. Shikamaru’s arms wrapped around Neji’s waist and he arched his body against his, moaning in accord.

Their erections danced. Both bodies were warm and still reeked of their coupling. Neji’s hands were suddenly everywhere on Shikamaru, as if discovering him for the first time.

“Neji”, Shikamaru began when a hand began to play with his backside, “don’t you want to eat first?”

Skilled fingers breached that first ring of muscles. “You’re still stretched and wet”, Neji answered.

“Neji—“

It was as much as Shikamaru could say before he felt himself being bodily lifted and repositioned with his back against the hallway wall. Neji thrust an urgent tongue into his mouth, tasting him.

“Undress me”, he growled.

Shikamaru made quick work of pulling his pants down, mindful of the throbbing hardness being loosed.

He licked the tip of Neji’s erection once more, unable to resist, before standing up.

Neji stepped out of the pants and reached for Shikamaru, ready to burn off that buildup of anxious energy in order to show him just how happy he was that they were going to stay together.

But his lover stopped him. “Not here”, Shikamaru pleaded. “I won’t be able to stand, and that carpet is going to skin me alive. Come to bed”, he told him.

Neji scooped Shikamaru’s firm body up into his arms bridal style.

“I can walk”, Shikamaru told him as wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. Why did the man insist on carrying him so often?

“Can you walk fast?” Neji responded, and they both smiled.

Before Shikamaru could answer, Neji practically bolted down the hall and into the bedroom, where he unceremoniously dropped Shikamaru onto the bed on his back.

“Hey!” he exclaimed as the weight of Neji’s body settled over him. Impatient hands pulled his knees apart.

Neji did a makeshift job of lubing his ready erection before enclosing his lover’s lean hips in an iron grip and spearing forward, piercing him hard.

Shikamaru squeezed his eyes shut and hissed.

“Fuck that hurts”, he grunted.

Neji smirked. “Is that a complaint?” he murmured in a sexy voice.

Shikamaru spread his legs wider and shook his head in response, breathing hard.

“You like my tempest, don’t you?” Neji whispered seductively in Shikamaru’s ear. “Steel dick…abrupt penetration…hot balls against your ass. That pain hurts good, doesn’t it?”

When Shikamaru didn’t answer, Neji rotated his hips and then smiled when Shikamaru moaned.

“Look at the way your ass swallows me whole…like it owns me.”

Neji pulled back from that tight heat as his lover moaned and curled his hips into a precision thrust, nailing Shikamaru’s prostate dead-on. The sound of the smaller man’s startled moans was like a drug to his ears.

“Did I get it, baby?” he asked, withdrawing and thrusting again.

Shikamaru arched sharply and hissed. “Ah, Neji, for the love of God, just do it!” he wailed.

Neji chuckled. “And you said I was insatiable”, he said as he snaked a hand between their sweaty torsos to grab Shikamaru’s cock.

“I wish there were two of me. Together we’d rock your sweet ass twice as hard…your screams would frighten the neighbors”, he told his lover, stroking his hot, hard erection.

Oh, God.

The image inspired by those mind-scrambling words of two naked Nejis pleasuring him was wrecking Shikamaru’s brain. He was close to release...too close.

“Fuck, Neji, don’t make me come like this”, he pleaded.

“Then how would you like me to do it?” Neji asked as he tugged on that cock in his hand.

Shikamaru arched into that stroke. “You know how”, he breathed. “Come on, Neji, don’t make me wait anymore. Please.”

“God, Shikamaru, I just fucked you hard twenty minutes ago”, Neji whispered in his ear. “You were barely walking. Those rug burns must still be smarting, and you want me to do it again?”

Neji’s sexy whispers were melting Shikamaru. “God, yes, Neji please”, he whined.

Neji stroked him faster, and he gasped.

“You’ve got a slutty hole, you know that?” he purred. “The way it swallows me as I sink inside, and it forces me to pound it from all these different positions…god dammit, Shikamaru, I’ve never seen a hole so slutty”, he continued.

“But this hole is for me, and I’ve got to keep it satisfied”, he finished.

Neji pulled back and thrust forward with a grunt, hard enough to jostle Shikamaru’s still-squirming form.

“Is that how you want it?” he asked.

Shikamaru smiled. His lover was so fucking hot. He manhandled him perfectly, touching him all the right ways and providing just the right level of pain.

And he had the most obscene mouth…

Gone was the repressed soul from only a month ago. In his place was the man with whom Shikamaru felt free to be his most wanton sexual self, someone who had so far never failed to give him what he needed.

“More”, Shikamaru growled.

Neji removed his hand from his lover’s cock and positioned his legs so that Shikamaru’s body was practically folded in half beneath him.

“All you can handle”, he promised.

Pouring the anger and jealousy and worry and angst of the day into his movements, Neji began a deep and deliberate piston inside his lover. A very happy Shikamaru yelped and stroked himself as pained pleasure in the form of Neji’s grunting thrusts caused his world to spin wildly out of control. There was white behind his eyes, and then stars as he howled Neji’s name until his throat burned and came like a wild animal.

Pleased that he had again redeemed himself, Neji came with squinting, grunting, teeth-clenching intensity before his world faded to black.

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The rhythmic humming of his cell phone slowly brought Neji out of the darkness. He opened his eyes to a familiar scene and smiled.

The two men lay together in Shikamaru’s bed, spooning beneath the bed sheet covered by a generously fluffy goose-down comforter. Soft snores emitted from the still-sleeping man, who’d hardly moved during the night.

Neji reached over to Shikamaru’s bedside table for his cell phone, slid it open and placed it to his ear beneath the covers.

“Yes”, he mumbled in his throaty, raspy, morning-after voice.

“Are you all right?” a monotone on the other end asked.

It was Zabuza.

Oh, shit.

Neji peeked over the covers at the clock on the bedside table. The numbers 10:37 A.M. were displayed.

Another workday morning bites the dust.

Neji sighed. “We’re fine”, he finally answered. “Is the program manager looking for me again?”

“Not yet”, Zabuza answered. “But don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

“I appreciate that”, Neji told him.

He looked at Shikamaru, who was still sound asleep. After the previous night’s debauchery he was sure the man would not be doing much of anything, let alone walking, and Neji had no intention of leaving him alone.

“Listen, we won’t be in today. If you guys want to take off around noon I have no objection. Just employ a little stealth, all right?”

“I’ll let them know”, Zabuza responded.

There was a pause, and Neji sensed that his subordinate wanted to say something.

“Is there something else?” the boss man asked.

Another pause.

“Call if you need anything”, Zabuza responded before a tone signaled the end of the phone call.

Neji closed his phone with a smirk.

He’d been dating Zabuza’s friend for a month, and the three men had had adjustments to make in that time. Within the dynamic of their friendship, Zabuza had assumed the role of Shikamaru’s protector, something Neji at times did not understand. To him, Zabuza acted more the part of a boyfriend than a friend. But he wasn’t, nor had he been at any time, so Neji did not make an issue of their slightly overlapping roles.

It was a challenge, Neji understood, to be good friends with the guy who dated his boss, and he could see that Zabuza was still adjusting to the changing boundaries.

Neji thought it somewhat peculiar that Zabuza, a straight man, spent so much time with men who obviously weren’t. He had observed the large, handsome man’s interaction with both Shikamaru and Haku, and wondered if it had yet occurred to him that Haku had feelings for him.

Still, Neji was glad of Zabuza’s loyalty. He’d been a good friend to Shikamaru and had proven on more than one occasion to be the right person to have around.

Neji set his phone back on the bedside table and spooned Shikamaru’s sleeping form with his own warm, naked one again, thinking that Zabuza had somehow become an ‘in-law’ of sorts and that he probably deserved a raise.

And then he grinned, content with life as he drifted back to sleep with his lover in his arms.

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“Can you get off?” Zabuza asked Haku, who sat at Shikamaru’s desk.

“Sure”, he replied with a smile. “What’s the plan?”

“Let’s go see Star Trek!” Tenten suggested with enthusiasm.

Lee’s eyes lit up.

“Tenten”, Haku responded, “you wouldn’t by any chance be suggesting we go see a movie in the middle of a weekday afternoon because you think no one will be there to catch you feeling up your boyfriend’s pole?”

Tenten made a devious face. “What if I am?” she countered.

Haku crossed his arms. The two were worse than teenagers since they’d gotten together and it had caused its share of trouble.

“Well then I think we need to set some ground rules. You guys stay at least three rows distance from us. If someone asks if I’m your sister, say no. And if they catch you on your knees between Lee’s legs again, don’t use that excuse about looking for your earring, because nobody’s buying it. Understood?”

Tenten couldn’t stop herself from blushing. How had Haku found out about that?

“I-it was an expensive earring”, Lee supplied.

Zabuza chuckled.

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A/N: All right! Neji wins! And why wouldn’t he? He is THE MAN!

The bunnies are at it again. I tried a new formula with that lemon. Personally, I think it’s pretty hot. Neji’s quite the potty mouth, isn’t he?

And yes, hints of LeeTen. I decided they were a couple and didn’t want to leave them out of the sequel completely. They are a mess, aren’t they?

I hope you’ve enjoyed my latest NejiShika. Please leave a review with your thoughts!