Kindred

A/N: The rating begins to go up this chapter, folks!

Warning: solo spankage and pandering.


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No sooner had Shikamaru walked out of sight than a male server appeared at the table with a drink in his hand. He placed it on the table in front of Neji, who looked up at him, perplexed.

“I didn’t order this.” The young server blinked. Wow, he thought to himself. No wonder Candace blew it. This guy is unreal. “Compliments of the lady in the blue dress, sir.”

Neji was about to tell the young man to take it away when he felt a draft on his other shoulder. He looked over to find the woman standing next to him. Neji was now flanked by the woman on his left and the server on his right.

“Thank you Tyler…that will be all”, the redhead commanded. Tyler, having heard his cue, turned and withdrew. The woman made herself comfortable in the seat across from Neji—Shikamaru’s seat--and smiled the most devilish smile at him.

Gods on a ship, the stoic Hyuuga thought. Here we go.


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The Nara walked into the bathroom and positioned himself in front of a urinal. He was working his way out of his pants when his pursuer appeared, trying to act nonchalant. Shikamaru wished he wasn’t so skilled at reading people’s behavior.

They were the only two men in the bathroom. The man positioned himself at the urinal to Shikamaru’s right and cleared his throat. He made elaborate work of undoing his pants while trying to steal glances at the hand Shikamaru was using to hold his penis. Shikamaru rolled his eyes but said nothing and finished his task.

The Nara was two seconds away from tucking himself back into his pants when he found the man slowly stroking himself while staring at Shikamaru’s penis. Why me? He thought, and met the man’s eyes.

“Something wrong, friend?” Shikamaru asked while tucking himself into his pants. The handsome blond, green-eyed man smiled.

“I’m Derek”, the man responded. I can see how that could be a problem, Shikamaru thought as he zipped his trousers.

“Congratulations”, he told the man aloud.

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“I’m Maura”, the woman stated, holding out her hand. Neji took it, kissing it gently. “Madam”, he replied.

“Oooooh,” Maura responded, bringing her hand back to fold them together in front of her on the table. “I knew you were well-bred. I can smell breeding.” Maura’s eyes twinkled. “Please tell me your name.”

It was all Neji could do not to tell her to get out of Shikamaru’s seat. The woman was a bother. “Neji Hyuuga.”

“Hyuuga, huh? I’ll have to google that name, see what I come up with.” She winked at Neji, whose expression didn’t change. “Neji Hyuuga, I’ll get right to the point.” Maura leaned in, blinking slowly. “Are you and your boyfriend willing to do anything on video?”

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“You’ve got a lot going for you,” the man stated, undaunted. “You’ve got a nice package. A very nice package.” Shikamaru made his way toward the sink. The man stood his ground, still stroking his penis, and even licked his lips, though the Nara didn’t see it.

“Your companion—is he your lover?” Shikamaru pondered the question as he pumped soap into his hands. Not yet, he thought to himself, but said nothing.

“It’s all right if you’re not talking; I know the two of you are close. The men in the building across the street are having a hard thrill, with all that sexual tension the two of you are giving off.” Shikamaru’s movements slowed ever so slightly before they picked up speed again. Either this schmuck was fishing, or they were really that obvious. If they were really that obvious, then Neji might already know how Shikamaru felt. That was something the Nara was not ready to contemplate.

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“Madam”, Neji began, but the woman cut him off.

“Maura, please.”

“Maura”, Neji continued, “I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake. My companion—“

“Is this your way of telling me you want money? Honey, you’re speaking my language, because money I’ve got lots of. How much?”

Neji blinked. Give me a break. “Maura, --“

“You may as well know, I’m not taking no for an answer. In case it’s escaped your notice, you’re sitting in a room full of people who would like nothing better than to fuck you and your Dom unconscious right now. You’re the prize, Neji Hyuuga, and I intend to be the one who gets it. So name your price.”

My Dom? Neji wasn’t born yesterday. He was a Hyuuga, and he’d spent his life fielding advances like this from both women and men. One thing he did understand well about people was that if they wanted something, there was no limit to what they were willing to do to get it. Yes, the pushier ones could be surprisingly resourceful. It was one of the reasons he kept up with his taijutsu, remained on civil terms with his uncle Hiashi, and selected a career that authorized him to carry a loaded firearm.

Unfortunately, his 9MM was locked in the trunk of Shikamaru’s car.


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“You’re all power”, the man continued. “It vibrates off you in waves; it’s affecting every one in the restaurant. It’s incredibly sexy.”

Shikamaru took one more look at the blond. His member was as hard as a rock and his hand had picked up speed. Gods, Shikamaru thought, he’s really going to jack himself off in front of me in this restaurant bathroom. Is nothing sacred?

“Don’t go, please…I’m so close. Just let me look at you.” Shikamaru was feeling some combination of shock, awe and disgust, but he wasn’t sure which one of those emotions kept him rooted to the spot in front of the sink, staring into the eyes of a strange blond man who was currently bringing himself to completion.

“Your companion is very beautiful. He has such passionate eyes. They beg for you.” The last statement hit Shikamaru with the force of a punch to the chest. To his shock, he even felt his cock twitch. Shikamaru had to leave now.

“You take such good care of him, don’t you? Tell me…” the hand on that cock became frantic, “tell me, you take that big, pulsing rod of yours and make your long-haired pretty boy squeal like a slaughterhouse pig with it. Oh-oh-OH!”

The bathroom door was closing quietly on the Nara’s heel seconds before the man came on himself.

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Shikamaru made a beeline for their table, feeling a mixture of guilt and shame and utter disgust. What the fuck had just happened? In his line of work he’d seen all kinds of things, but he had to admit, this had been the first time a man had begged him to watch him jack off. Seriously, what was that guy thinking? And more to the point, why did I stay? Anyone could have come into that bathroom while that guy was riding his hand. What would I have done if someone had? What was I thinking?

Shikamaru was shaken from his thoughts as he approached his table to find the older woman sitting his seat across from Neji and the host standing next to their table, red-faced. If they hadn’t had the attention of everyone in the restaurant ten minutes ago, they did at the moment. What now?

The Nara’s confused eyes met the Hyuuga’s disillusioned ones seconds before the redhead got up from the seat and extended her hand to the Nara. Shikamaru looked at her with a non-expression.

“I’m Maura. I’ll be your host tonight.” Shikamaru didn’t take her hand, but instead jerked his thumb in the direction of the host. “I thought that was his job.”

“Mrs. Turner, please!” the host interjected. “These gentlemen are law enforcement officials! You can’t come over here and offer them money for sex!” Fredrick was in a panic. Shikamaru was still in too much shock from the scene he’d just walked away from to even be surprised.

“Yes I can, Fredrick. Now go away, before you upset me and I have to make a phone call.” Fredrick looked pleadingly at the woman, then at Neji and Shikamaru. “I’m terribly sorry, gentlemen,” he offered before he walked away. Fredrick knew that nothing would happen to Mrs. Turner, because she had the money to buy her way out of her mischief; but if he made trouble for Mrs. Turner, he’d lose his job. He only hoped the two men at the table would go easy on him after this.

“Now that that’s out of the way, I—oh, my”, she stated, looking closely at the Nara. She leaned in and before Shikamaru realized it she was fingering his kanji pendant, her fingertips grazing the smooth skin of his chest. “What does it mean?” she asked, locking eyes with the Nara. Neji’s non-expression belied his annoyance and frustration as he looked on. Maura was touching Shikamaru’s necklace, leaning closely enough into him to smell his scent, and Neji didn’t like it one bit. Neither did Shikamaru, who didn’t appreciate the overbearing woman invading his personal space.

“Loyalty.” The simple, single word spoke volumes. The woman straightened, dropping her hand.

“I see.” Maura’s eyes were like stone now. “Look, your sub seems to think that you can’t be bought. I’m of the mind that everyone has their price. So why don’t you tell me yours and we can negotiate, hm?”

My sub? Shikamaru almost couldn’t believe it. While he was being jacked off to in the bathroom, Neji was being solicited for sex by a redheaded grandmother with apparently too much time and money on her hands. Did the word misdemeanor mean anything to anyone in here? Was it them, or had his first impression of the restaurant been way off? Being out together during investigations had had its moments—even the Nara had to admit they made a formidable team--but this was ridiculous!

“Well, madam, I must tell you I am flattered by your offer—“

“Cut to the chase, handsome.” Ah, the chase. Shikamaru’s eyes were completely devoid of expression. He’d had enough.

“My partner won’t share me, I won’t share him, we don’t do women and no, we won’t do anything that winds up on video.” Shikamaru looked at Neji, who pushed back his chair and stood up. “Besides, you should put your money to better use, say for reconstructive surgery.”

Shikamaru and Neji walked toward the entrance to the restaurant amid the sounds of a sharp gasp, murmuring and the clinking of silverware. The Nara silently prayed they could make it to the car and drive away before anything else happened.

He prayed in vain.

“Wait!” someone shouted from behind them. Both men turned in unison. The Hyuuga recognized the man making his way toward them as the one who had been sitting at the bar when they were first seated. The flustered man spoke in a rush, shifting his gaze between the two men.

“Listen, I got a little hyper in the bathroom and I’m sorry, I get that way sometimes. Egad, you are beautiful! Why don’t we let bygones be bygones, say at my place? You certainly seem like a top who could handle two bottoms with ease. What do you say?”

Neji blinked, and then looked at Shikamaru, whom he would have sworn looked guilty. Before anyone knew what was happening, before Neji knew what was happening, Neji stunned the man with a fist to his face that knocked him back on his ass. More gasping and elevated murmuring followed. Fredrick moved to the man’s side, offering his assistance when Shikamaru told him, “That guy didn’t wash his hands in the bathroom.”

Shikamaru and Neji left the restaurant.

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A/N: So…what’s up with that restaurant? And that was an awfully emotional response from the typically icy Hyuuga, wasn’t it? Not even Kiba managed to get him that riled up! Now we know what we have to do to dislodge the stick--mess with his Shikamaru-kun (or mistake Neji for an uke) and all bets are OFF, LOL.

At this point it’s fairly safe to announce that this fic will likely extend beyond ten chapters. How far beyond ten, I don’t know. Honestly, I thought I could wrap this thing up in ten chapters but it keeps mutating. I doubt it will exceed thirteen chapters, if that tells you anything. Additionally, there may be two sidefics coming, so if you’re interested, keep an eye out for those once this fic is complete.

If you are still reading this, bless you!