A Troublesome Series of Events

Now Sasuke gets his chance. xD And GASP the first of our many plot twists!

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Kabuto sauntered away, heading towards where he knew Sasuke to be. Once he saw the raven haired boy he began slowing down, schooling his features so he wouldn’t show any hint of what he’d done to his newest fuck interest.

“I think he’d be hungry just about now, Sasuke. You might want to feed him soon.” Kabuto said, somewhat snide look on his face. The Uchiha refrained from making any remarks to the silver haired ninja, choosing instead to walk away to get some food. He knew the man was out to piss him off, and he wasn’t in any mood to deal with it. After getting a tray and placing some food on it, he walked back to the cell.

“Shikamaru… What did he do to you?” Sasuke asked icily upon seeing the clothing the Nara was in, opening the cell door and kneeling down with the food.

Shikamaru looked up, eyeing the food. Breaking his gaze away from the tray, he looked up to Sasuke’s face, wondering if he really cared.

“Nothing you should care about,” he finally answered. “I’m healed either way.” He sighed, scratching at the side of his neck.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the Nara, feeling like he was covering something up. He reached his hand out, snatching up the previously broken wrist. Just from the feel he knew it was healed, but he still moved his fingers over it, trying to see if Kabuto had shirked his duty in any way.

“Kabuto actually did it… He really healed you completely?” He asked, skepticism laced within his voice.

Shikamaru nodded, glancing off to the side. “Yeah. Broken bone, the bite… everything,” he said, though not sounding too happy about it—even for him.

“Let me see the bite mark.” Sasuke demanded, moving his hand forward to move the hospital gown the sparse inches it would take to reveal the area that used to be a wound.

Shikamaru hesitated before releasing another sigh. He brought a hand up and swatted Sasuke’s hand away, pulling it down a little himself and tilting his head to the side.

“It’s still tender, but healed.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened, seizing Shikamaru by the shoulders and lifting him up, pulling his bared shoulder closer to his eyes. There, on the olive-toned skin, was a curse mark. He couldn’t believe it, but it was there. Three overlapping circles, an arrow coming out of each one, blatantly staining his skin in a blue-black color.

“My god…”

Shikamaru froze in surprise, watching him from the corner of his eye. He could feel his heart speed up a little and his eyes widened. He let go of the gown and placed his hands on Sasuke’s biceps, pushing him away until they were a fair few inches apart.

“What?”

“You have a curse mark.” Sasuke said, lifting his left hand and running it along his own mark. He felt the familiar tingle, as all curse marks give off when touched gently. He reached out, doing the same motion to Shikamaru’s, wondering if the results would be the same or not. Everyone felt the tingle differently, whether weaker or more potent a charge.

“I… Why would…” he trailed off, eyes widening even more. Shikamaru resisted the urge to flinch away, but eyed Sasuke cautiously. At the touch he shivered, breath catching just slightly in his throat.

“Why would he…” Sasuke whispered, mind wondering off to why Orochimaru would want to place a mark on Shikamaru. As he drifted off into thought his fingers continually ran over the mark, tracing the circles with what little nails he had. Shikamaru didn’t have much strength physically; he was more of a strategist… What would be the point of this?

Shikamaru closed his eyes as his body started trembling faintly. He slowly flexed his fingers, another shiver running up his spine. Swallowing back a whimper, he tilted his head back more.

“S-Sasuke…” he gasped, trying to get his attention to stop.

Sasuke barely heard the plea, his hand continuing in its unconscious path around the mark. His eyes had glazed over, lost in his own contemplations. The hand over his own mark was massaging lightly, giving him pleasant tingles, distracting him from focusing on Shikamaru.

“Hmm?” He responded throatily, not paying attention enough to produce much more than that.

Shikamaru groaned softly in the back of his throat. He lifted his hand and put it over Sasuke’s, stilling his movement but not taking it off. He shivered again, opening his eyes.

“S-stop,” he murmured.

Sasuke heard Shikamaru, blearily coming back into the present. He suddenly realized that his mind hadn’t been solely on Orochimaru and why he’d given Shikamaru the curse mark. It had been winding down into a more physical space, wondering what it would be like to lick the mark and feel Shikamaru’s skin shiver as the tingle passed over his spine and other such things.

“Stop? Why?” Sasuke asked low.

“I—“

Shikamaru focused his gaze on Sasuke and almost moaned at just the look the Uchiha was giving him. He couldn’t look away from his dark eyes and he slowly lowered his hand again. Unfocused, he started leaning forwards.

Sasuke caught the look, reading in it that the Nara didn’t really want him to stop. He leaned down, meeting the soft lips that he’d been forced to kiss not too long ago. It had been different then, he hadn’t had the time to truly appreciate the boy as much as he had tried and wanted to. What he’d wanted to do with and to the boy had been deemed ‘soft’ by his lord.

“Shikamaru…” He whispered, kissing along his jaw as softly as he was able to, almost in defiance to the previous memories.

Shikamaru released a breathy moan, eyes closing to half-mast. He moved his hands to clutch lightly at Sasuke’s shoulders.

Sasuke scratched lightly at the curse mark his hand was still resting over. He dropped his other hand from his shoulder, running it across the cloth covered side of the Nara. He moved his kisses lower, over his neck, heading towards the mark to partake in the fantasy he’d been dreaming of a few moments ago.

Shikamaru could feel his knees start to buckle when Sasuke reached his goal. He whimpered, tightening his hold on the other’s shoulders to hold himself up.

“Aa, Sasuke…”

The Uchiha paid the Nara’s faint pleas no heed, lapping at the new mark gently. He slid both of his hands over his front, reaching behind Shikamaru to grip him around and pull him closer, lifting his light body easily, not removing his attention from the spot he was currently entertaining.

Shikamaru moved his hands and wrapped his arms around Sasuke’s neck. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, body automatically pushing closer.

Sasuke opened his mouth, about to nip softly at the skin he’d been licking, when he remembered just what had brought the sensitive mark into being. He moved instead to begin lavishing more kisses along the Nara’s skin, sliding the hospital cloth to the side easily enough.

His hands dropped down from Shikamaru’s back, running along his pelvic bone until he felt the stiff arousal from his partner bulging under the thin material he’d been given by Kabuto. His lips curled into a smile as he felt it, running over the erection as much as he could before getting tired of the barrier. He slipped his hand lower, to where the gown stopped, beginning to inch it up the other boy’s thighs.

Shikamaru gasped, hips bucking forward automatically. It tapered into a moan as he started squirming. He threaded his fingers into Sasuke’s hair, pulling his head back before kissing him heatedly and grinding forward gently. He wasn’t going to be as helpless this time.

Sasuke was slightly surprised by the forceful action, a major contrast to all the other touching and petting they’d done previously. He fell into it easily enough, hastily rolling the gown the rest of the way up, flipping it over the standing erection, fisting the hot length. While his hand became situated exposing the Nara’s turgid flesh, his tongue began invading Shikamaru’s warm cavity.

Shikamaru shuddered, releasing another moan into the kiss. He clumsily started to move his tongue against Sasuke’s.

Moving his hand across the hard organ under his palm, enjoying the feel of an inexperienced tongue. He’d been invaded by Orochimaru’s too many a time for him to enjoy such… advanced tongue work.

Shikamaru started moving his hips to Sasuke’s hand movements. He pulled away from the kiss, needing air. He panted softly, opening his eyes.

Sasuke leaned back, taking a good look at Shikamaru as he was now, flushed and pleasured by him and no one else. He liked the look.

“Shikamaru…” He gently moved him to be leaning against the wall, moving back until he could kneel down in front of the Nara. His hand continued to move up and down the shaft, but he had other plans for the weeping erection.

Shikamaru leaned his weight against the wall and looked down at Sasuke, eyes dark and glazed over. Some of his hair fell out from his ponytail to frame his face.

Sasuke leaned down, hands moving to grasp behind Shikamaru, at his lower back, pulling his lower body up to meet his lips. He took the time to direct Shikamaru’s legs, urging him to wrap them around his torso so that he wouldn’t have to hold him up the whole time.

Shikamaru took the hint and complied, bracing his arms against the wall, too. He leaned his head back to rest on the wall and groaned, closing his eyes again.

Sasuke smirked as Shikamaru followed what he wanted. He bent down the last few inches, licking the tip of the Nara’s erection with a skilled tongue. His fingers danced and massaged down his lower back, running across the globes of his ass until he found the much abused entrance. He paused, eyes rolling up, not wanting to insert a finger until he knew Shikamaru was fine with him that way.

Shikamaru let out a soft whine, moving his hips forward. God, that felt good…

“Sasuke…” he moaned. “Just… do something.”

Sasuke smirked up at him, latching onto the end without much more pause. He gave a light suckle, drawing on the hard length and running his tongue along the edge. While he began tasting of the boy, he impaled Shikamaru with one of his long, slender fingers, beginning to move it around and properly stretch the boy, like no one as of yet had.

His hips bucked again and he cried out, shifting into a low moan. Any coherent thought left disappeared at the hot mouth on him. He wriggled his hips a little at the intrusion, but soon forgot about it, relaxing easily enough.

Sasuke continued to pleasure the Nara, moving up and down on his erection. He added a second finger, hating to admit it but knowing that the Nara would still be a little stretched from his activities earlier.

Shikamaru couldn’t help but rock his hips, moving to impale and be impaled. He shuddered lightly, eyebrows drawing together.

“Sasuke,” he breathed out.

Sasuke’s spine shivered with the sound of the pleading voice, wanting to fuck him into the wall at that moment and quite messing around with the foreplay. It had been so long since he’d been with someone he liked, not Orochimaru.

But Orochimaru was the reason he restrained himself, sucking vigorously to eclipse any discomfort as he added a third finger into Shikamaru’s entrance.

Shikamaru groaned, clenching his hands against the wall and scraping his fingers lightly. He opened his eyes and glanced down at Sasuke, body trembling lightly at holding back his release.

“If you keep going,” he muttered, voice strained, “I don’t know how long…”

Sasuke pulled back, dropping the head of Shikamaru’s shaft with a slight ‘pop’. He moved his fingers as much as possible, feeling the slight resistance to his digits.

“If I take you now, it will hurt…” He said, spreading his fingers enough to emphasize what he meant.

Shikamaru groaned at the loss and forced his hips to stay still. He arched his back, forcing himself back on the fingers.

“J-just do it… Before I change my mind.”

Sasuke licked his lips; wriggling his fingers one last time before extracting them from the Nara’s partially stretched entrance. He moved up, positioning his own ignored erection at the hole.

“I’m sorry if this hurts you…” He whispered, beginning to slide in, slowly.

Shikamaru just nodded and moved his arms to wrap around his neck again. He sucked in a breath and released it, making himself relax a little more. His breath caught, though, and he clutched at Sasuke’s shoulders, eyebrows knit together.

His breathing sped up a little and he released another groan, his erection twitching slightly.

Sasuke exhaled in pleasure, loving the suffocating hug on his cock as he dug further into the boy under him. It felt exquisite to be with someone who wasn’t a whore or slave. He began to move, slowly, feeling no flinching resistance from the Nara as he did so.

Shikamaru loosened his hold on Sasuke and fisted the hair at the nape of his neck gently. He rocked his hips forward after a while, matching Sasuke’s rhythm.

Sasuke took that as an initiative, beginning to move more forcefully into the Nara. His hands danced along the other boy’s body while he began to set a steadily increasing rhythm, pressing and petting through the thin hospital gown.

“Aa, Sasuke!” he moaned, back arching almost painfully when the bundle of nerves was hit dead on. He squeezed his thighs together tighter, bringing the other somehow closer.

Sasuke made a low grunting sound, pushing at a more erratic pace, feeling the familiar flip in his lower gut as Shikamaru’s tight entrance milked his shaft. He began panting, his completion nearing him as he kept increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Shikamaru whimpered, writhing against him and unable to keep a set pace with Sasuke still. His eyelids fluttered as he arched again, reaching his orgasm and cumming over their stomachs.

Sasuke grunted again, thrusting in the last few times it took after Shikamaru came, tightening his muscles all around his aching cock. He pulled out just before he came, splattering over the floor and Shikamaru’s ass and lower back. He slumped forward, arms supporting him above the Nara as he regained his breath.

Shikamaru panted heavily, taking his legs off from around Sasuke and lowering them slowly. He opened his eyes, watching Sasuke silently. He looked off to the side once his breathing was more normal, Kabuto’s question about Sasuke liking him sounding in his head.

He frowned and shook his head just a little. He blinked slowly, surprised at himself getting dizzy from that small movement.

Sasuke pulled himself back, not yet tucking his limp length back into his black pants. He reached for the towel he’d brought along, planning to use it to allow Shikamaru to wipe his face and hands after eating the pudding he’d stolen from Kabuto’s personal stores.

“Here…” He offered the towel, clean side up, after wiping his stomach and dick off and resituating himself.

Shikamaru looked at the towel for a second before reaching out and grabbing it. He muttered a thanks and started cleaning himself off. He used one hand to hold himself up against the wall as he wiped at the cum.

Sasuke swallowed, looking away from the boy. He could already feel a small stirring in his gut, knowing that if he kept watching he just might get excited again. And he knew Shikamaru would be too tired for that by now.

“So… Are you still hungry?” He asked, trying to find something to say without having to watch Shikamaru clean his own spill from his ass.

Shikamaru nodded, then noticed he wasn’t watching. He couldn’t help but smile a bit, glad that he wasn’t being eyed again.

“Yeah,” he replied as he finished cleaning and tried his best to fix the thin gown.

Sasuke glanced back at him, relieved that he was as covered as he would get with the scant gown. He reached over, grabbing the tray and bringing it closer to the sitting Nara.

“It’s just bread and rice… but I did get some of Kabuto’s pudding…” He explained, putting it on the ground next to Shikamaru, sitting in front of him.

“It’s better than nothing,” he said, shifting and making himself as comfortable as possible on the hard ground. He reached for the food, hand trembling just a bit from fatigue.

Sasuke noticed the tremble. He debated with himself, wondering if he should really follow his urge to help the boy. He’d already let the Nara breach so many walls… He sighed, reaching out and grasping a roll of bread.

“Open your mouth.” He instructed, leaning in with the bread heading towards the boys mouth.

Shikamaru looked at him skeptically. He moved his gaze to the bread then just sighed and leaned back against the wall again, opening his mouth.

If he didn’t have to move, he wasn’t going to.

Sasuke pushed the food into Shikamaru’s mouth, letting him take his bite before sitting back, allowing him to chew before he’d lean in to give him more. While he waited, he contemplated what to speak over with the Nara.

“…How did Kabuto heal you?” He began, tossing the bread from one hand to the other.

Shikamaru chewed the bread, savoring the taste even if it was a little stale. He was sure he hadn’t eaten for at least two days.

He paused before swallowing the food, not quite looking at Sasuke.

“He… used some sort of healing serum,” he answered as vaguely as he could.

Sasuke held the bread out; cocking his head at the answer he’d been given. It seemed like the truth, but only a part of it. What else would Shikamaru be hiding? What else had Kabuto done?

“What kind of healing serum? None that he’s made yet have worked this well this fast.” Sasuke said, lying slightly on the last. Kabuto had created such things, but from the way Shikamaru was acting it seemed like he’d used something else on him.

Shikamaru shook his head, taking another bite, chewing slightly faster this time.

“I’m not sure. He…” He paused, sighing softly. “He said it healed everything and… temporarily switched nerve ending reactions.”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the Nara’s even more suspicious actions, leaning forward to give him more bread.

“And what did he switch those nerve endings to?” He prodded, watching Shikamaru’s face for signs of a lie or hesitancy.

Shikamaru frowned and lightly scratched his cheek, still not looking at Sasuke’s face and ignoring the food.

“…From pain to pleasure,” he muttered softly. He didn’t want to think about how he had liked what Kabuto had done, despite that he hadn’t had a choice.

Sasuke’s eyes widened, heart almost skipping a beat as he registered all the implications of that statement. He reached out, taking Shikamaru’s chin in hand and moving him to face eye to eye.

“You mean he gave you something along the lines of an aphrodisiac?” He demanded, anger creeping into his voice. He’d kill that silver haired bastard!

Shikamaru blinked, a little confused. He nodded mutely in answer to his question, studying his face. Why would he be so angry? It’s not like he was supposed to have any rights here.

Sasuke lowered his head, not letting go of Shikamaru’s face. His mind was racing, the familiar feeling of rage beginning to build in his chest. He let go of Shikamaru when he realized his hand had begun tightening. He had no nails to dig into skin, but he knew his grip could eventually get tight enough to bruise.

“Were you under the influence just now?” He asked softly, letting his bangs hide his eyes and most of his face.

Shikamaru rubbed his chin, more on reflex than anything else. His frown deepened in thought, eyes continuing to scan Sasuke’s face and body language. Like habit, his hands formed into a circle for a few seconds.

Why would it matter? Several reasons raced through his mind and he tried to rationalize it, continuing to point out to himself that Sasuke had been gentle. Everything was too farfetched to him, but…

He shook his head, breaking the circle. “No,” he said finally. “I don’t think so. I… knew what was going on. With Kabuto, I didn’t. I just… felt; I wasn’t conscious of what was happening.” He didn’t want to admit that, but he felt wrong not explaining it.

He closed his eyes and rubbed them with the heels of his hands. “But… I’m not sure if it wore off completely,” he finished, voice softer.

Sasuke winced, trying his best to hide it from the boy in front of him. He said he was aware this time around of what was going on, but did he allow it out of awareness? What if what he’d done to Shikamaru normally wouldn’t be tolerated, but under Kabuto’s insidious concoctions sway… He twisted his neck, glaring off to the side.

“I… see.” He whispered, wanting nothing more than to see Kabuto’s head on a platter before him.

Shikamaru dropped his arms to rest in his lap, but didn’t open his eyes. He bit the inside of his lip, debating with himself.

“I think…” He stopped, making a frustrated noise. “I think I enjoyed what you did more than if you had… prepared me more,” he muttered, a blush coming onto his face.

Sasuke only barely glanced back, trying to get over the feeling that he’d just violated someone out of his senses. Shikamaru may have asked for it, but he was still technically under the influence of a drug.

“If I had prepared you more? Do you mean the pain and pleasure where still switched, or that pleasure is pleasure and pain is...” He trailed off, not sure how to articulate the rest without being reminded of what Kabuto had done.

Shikamaru opened his eyes, staring down at his feet and thinking. He was getting frustrated and didn’t quite understand what was happening. But he needed to understand.

“It did hurt,” he started slowly. “But it also heightened the pleasure I was feeling.”

Sasuke raised a brow. From the sounds of it, he was feeling masochistic sensations from pain, but not true masochistic… Or at least not what he imagined to be masochistic… He closed his eyes, sighing. Well, it was good to know he hadn’t done that while Shikamaru was sensually inhibited to actual pain.

“So… It just added a kink to it, where you didn’t feel one before?”

Shikamaru glanced up at him, blush deepening a little again.

“I suppose so.” He was a little worried if it would change anything. Would he… get turned on while fighting in missions now? He didn’t think so, but he wouldn’t know until it actually happened.

Moving his eyes over to the Nara after opening them, Sasuke felt a little relieved. He was going to kill Kabuto, or at least beat him up as much as he could, for what he’d done, but Shikamaru had actually had sex with him, not because of some aphrodisiac.

“What has Kabuto done…”

Shikamaru lifted an eyebrow but just sighed softly, closing his eyes again. A few questions nagged at his mind, but he refused to ask them. The Nara could barely admit to himself that he felt something for the Uchiha, let alone ask something that could tell the other that.

His thoughts were brought to an end as his stomach rumbling in hunger, turning his cheeks red again.

“Troublesome.”

Sasuke smiled faintly, mind being brought away momentarily from thinking about what Kabuto had done to Shikamaru. He remembered his original task, the bread left forgotten in the hand that hadn’t gripped the Nara.

“Here.” He leant forward again, offering the roll to the obviously hungry boy.

Shikamaru opened one eye to look at him before closing it again. He muttered another thanks and opened his mouth, taking another bite. It continued until he finished the bread.

Sasuke was satisfied with the Nara’s appetite. He flicked his fingers, feeling the tracery heat from the last bite the Nara had taken, his hot mouth getting close to closing on the Uchiha’s fingers. He reached back, getting the tray and pulling it forward.

“Rice or pudding? No cutlery, I’ll have to use my fingers.” Sasuke explained, indicating both of the small bowls with his hand.

Shikamaru shrugged, not really caring one way or the other.

“Rice, I guess,” he said. He was already starting to feel better, even from just that little bit of bread.

Sasuke reached for the bowl holding the rice, lifting it up and dipping his finger in enough to get a good amount but not coat his fingers in it anymore then he had to. He held out his hand, eyes watching Shikamaru.

“Here.” He repeated once again, not bothering to switch up his vocabulary.

Shikamaru waited until he held it out to lean forward a little. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue to scoop the warm rice into his mouth.

Sasuke kept his skin from shivering as the tongue barely grazed his skin. He resisted wiping the fingers off when he pulled back, instead reaching for more rice. He scooped a little more than last time up, offering it up to the Nara.

Shikamaru repeated the process, not noticing any effect it was having on the Uchiha. He missed a couple grains of rice, moving his tongue again to lick them off his fingers too hungry to realize just what he was doing.

Sasuke’s back tightened, trying to refrain from letting the shudder go through his body. He kept his eyes normal, relaxing his hand as tiny jolts shot through at the sight of what the boy was doing. His imagination, entirely over-active when it came to the Nara, was having no trouble supplying other things the boy could be licking so hungrily.

He scooped up more rice, keeping it around the same as the last scoop.

Shikamaru continued eating the rice whenever the Uchiha held out more for him. He sighed softly, relaxing against the wall and even sagging a little when done. That little bit of food made him feel so much better.

“Do you feel well enough to serve yourself?” Sasuke asked, feeling shamed that he had needed to exercise such restraint on himself. It shouldn’t have been so exciting just to have the Nara eat out of his hand. He brought the pudding forward, holding the bowl out to Shikamaru, not sure which answer he wanted most, yes or no.

Shikamaru looked at the bowl, than glanced at Sasuke. He probably could easily feed himself now, but… He smirked lightly.

“I might be able to, but being fed is so much more fun.”

Sasuke resisted the urge to swallow, instead showing slight amusement towards the Nara. He leaned in to compensate for the boy’s leaning back against the wall, dipping his fingers into the pudding and scooping out some of the thick gooey mess, offering his fingers to Shikamaru.

Shikamaru stuck out his tongue to catch the dripping pudding, licking up the other’s fingers.

“Mmm. He has surprisingly good taste in pudding.”

“I’ve never bothered to try it.” Sasuke said, not able to hide the small shiver that racked his spine as Shikamaru licked at his fingers. His imagination had drifted off again, allowing him to realize that he was yet again ready for Shikamaru. Where had all this sexual stamina come from?

“Really? You should. It’s quite good,” he said. He didn’t wait for Sasuke this time, reaching out his own hand and dipping it in before bringing it back to his mouth. He sucked the sweet dessert off his finger, a small smirk still on his lips.

Sasuke watched the display, his tongue licking slowly across his lips. He couldn’t help lapsing into fantasy, imagining the Nara’s mouth opening and sliding slowly down his pulsing member, making those same soft suckling sounds as he tasted his essence leaking out from the tip…

Sasuke shook himself slightly, blinking at the boy, wondering how long he’d been spaced out.

Shikamaru quirked an eyebrow at the other boy, his tongue darting out to lick at a little pudding left on his top lip.

“You okay?” He grinned and leaned forward a little, propping his head on his hand. “Aren’t I supposed to be the bored, constantly spacing-out one?”

Sasuke raised his own eyebrow in answer, feeling like it was too hot in his own skin at the moment. He could feel a slight sweat begin beading under his clothing, making him feel slightly sticky. He swallowed, reaching a hand down into the pudding.

“Just… thinking.” He explained, bringing his fingers up to his own mouth. He slipped them in slowly, tasting the sweet treat at a slow rate since he didn’t like sweets normally. He licked out, flicking over his forefinger delicately to get in some more of the pudding.

Shikamaru nodded and watched his eat the sweet, eyes glued to his adam’s apple as it bobbed when he swallowed.

“It’s good, right?” he said, voice a little softer. He reached forward with his free hand to dip in the pudding again.

Sasuke shrugged his shoulders lightly, not particularly loving it but not hating it. He was more concerned with the by now distracting bulge between his legs, trying to act as if he didn’t have a hard on while at the same time being all too aware of his pants rubbing against it.

“For pudding.” Sasuke said, watching Shikamaru’s hands descend again into the stuff.

“I suppose it’s better if you’re hungry.”

Shikamaru cleaned off his fingers again, licking between them. He noticed the other’s problem and had to stop himself from teasing him, feeling way more comfortable with the Uchiha than he knew he should be.

Sasuke nodded in agreement, looking away from the sight the boy was putting on as he continued enjoying the pudding.

“I don’t like sweets to begin with, but being hungry would help.” Sasuke began, shifting uncomfortably as his erection showed no signs of leaving anytime soon.

Shikamaru just nodded back, finishing off the rest of the pudding. Now that the food was gone, he started thinking about what could possibly happen next and how to escape. As much as he found the forced company of Sasuke enjoyable, he had to find a way out.

As Shikamaru finished his meal, Sasuke’s mind wandered over all the possibilities of what could happen. He could get up and leave, deal with his problem in private. He could try and persuade the Nara to do more with him. He could stay and talk and enjoy the only company he did enjoy until it left him.

Damn choices. They all seemed good. Well, the second one only seemed good because of what his problem was and would only tire Shikamaru out more. But the first and third one were both good.

Shikamaru sighed and scooted until he was lying on the floor, his arms resting under his head. He figured he might as well be more comfortable if he was going to think.

Sasuke watched Shikamaru, feeling a little selfish for wanting to stay and considering molesting him again. The boy had been penetrated at least three times in one day, and to his knowledge was a virgin to begin with. He had to be needing sleep by now.

“I’ll be going now. Sleep well, Shikamaru.” Sasuke mumbled, standing up.

Shikamaru glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow and giving a small snort in response. Like he could sleep well. Not like he wasn’t going to try, but stone wasn’t very comfortable. He closed his eyes again, letting his mind wander.