Constructive Possession

A/N: When last we left Oslo, he was praying that Neji wouldn’t shoot him for his indecent proposal. Will his prayers be answered? Read on to find out!

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Warning: unbeta’d; language; OC; yaoi; mention of suicide

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“Listen”, Shikamaru continued, “right now the only thing stopping my partner from emptying his gun in your ass is the fact that he wants to enjoy his weekend on the boat. I'm going to set you straight on a few things.”

Shikamaru held up his hand, depressing a finger as he made each point. “One, he’s an armed cop with a short fuse, especially when it comes to being hit on by obnoxious chumps like you. Two, his uncle is the well-known, highly-paid lawyer who owns this yacht. And three, they happen to be members of the Hyuuga family.”

Oslo visibly sweat-dropped. So…this bitch is a cop, the horse is his partner, his uncle is a lawyer and owns this yacht, and they are from the Hyuuga family. Oslo knew the Hyuuga name well enough to know that despite all his posturing, he was clearly out of his league. My wife will kill me if anyone finds out about this.

Oslo sighed. Fuck me. My dick hasn’t made a decision this bad in a long time.

How on earth was he going to get out of this?

Shikamaru watched the man, confident that he had finally gotten the point. It was time to end this. The Nara replaced his hands in his pockets. “Now that you know with whom you are dealing, you can be on your way. Otherwise, you can take your chances, but if you choose the latter I can tell you right now that there isn't even a court in your fantasies that will convict him.”

Shikamaru hesitated before adding, “And you know it.”

“Hmph”, Oslo huffed. Yes, he knew it, and he didn’t like it one bit. In the future he would have to be more careful. Honestly, he didn’t see these two coming. Cops. Why on earth would a Hyuuga become a cop, much less one so pretty? It’s practically entrapment. “You would think a Hyuuga could afford higher-end toys than this thing”, he stated haughtily, turning away from the pair and slowly making his way back down the gangplank. Oslo took the out he knew he was being handed, his eyes locking onto the pier and promising himself not to stop or turn around before he reached it or was shot in the attempt.

Both men resisted the urge to roll their eyes.

Sleazy. Slimy. Perverted. Reptile. Pig. All those words came to the Nara’s mind as the man’s pace picked up speed. “Don’t come back”, Shikamaru added in a voice only Neji could hear, a voice so ominous it made the Hyuuga lower his gun and look at his lover for the first time that day.

Neji checked to make certain the safety was on the gun. Then, in the broad light of day on the deck of his uncle’s yacht, he wrapped an arm around his lover’s waist and pressed his lips to his.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the gangplank, Oslo looked on with a mixture of shock and contempt etched into his features before turning in a huff and leaving.

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The kiss was far too brief for both of them. “Good morning”, Neji greeted his lover, his eyes filled with affection for the raven-haired man.

“Wow”, Shikamaru responded, feeling the hostility begin to melt away. “A public display of affection? I didn’t think you went for that.”

“That was mostly for the benefit of our captive audience”, Neji responded. “But it was also to thank you for bringing me my gun.”

“You’re welcome”, the Nara responded. “Although, I have to admit it sure took him a long time to leave even after you pointed the thing in his face.”

“Well, wealth isn’t necessarily an indication of good sense. I should know.”

“In that case, I shouldn’t feel too sorry for his wife, eh?” Shikamaru turned around, making his way toward a cushioned chaise lounge on deck that looked comfortable.

Neji didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. Men like Oslo were a dime a dozen.

Instead the Hyuuga followed Shikamaru and set himself down on the lounge chair next to one the Nara now lounged in. The breeze felt good against his skin, drying his sweat. He made himself comfortable on his back, rested the hand holding the gun on his chest, and closed his eyes.

“Doesn’t it piss you off?” Shikamaru asked.

“What?” Neji responded.

“The constant come-ons. Men and women always thinking you can be bought, and even that they can afford you. Being looked at like you’re some mindless piece of meat. Doesn’t it make you angry?”

“Does it make you angry, Shikamaru?”

Shikamaru opened his eyes. Above him was an endless expanse of cloudless blue sky.

“Yes, it does.”

Neji chuckled. “Try not to let it get to you. I don’t, not anymore.”

“How did you manage that?” Shikamaru asked him.

“Hmm, let’s see…I graduated from an intense college curriculum with honors while at the same time achieving a first degree black belt in taijutsu. Then I became a cop.” Neji hesitated before continuing. “People see me and instantly think they’ve got me figured out. It’s what they don’t know about me that will always give me an advantage over them. Do you know why I’ve never been able to read people as well as you can? It’s because their one-dimensional reactions to me are almost always the same. Until I met you I never expected anyone to act any differently.”

Shikamaru pondered Neji’s comment in silence.

“What was your childhood like?” Shikamaru asked out of the blue.

Neji opened his eyes. “Why do you ask?” was Neji’s response. He wasn’t ready to discuss his childhood, which was marked by varying types of loss.

“Just following a hunch.” Shikamaru hesitated, and then added, “We don’t have to discuss it if you don’t want.”

Neji said nothing. He closed his eyes again.

Shikamaru chose to change the subject. “You know what’s funny? Of us two, I’m the only one who wears anything that could even come close to being considered a collar, and yet everyone still assumes you sub for me.”

Neji smiled. “Yes, you’re right.” Now it was Neji’s turn to ask a question. “Why is loyalty so important to you that you wear it on a rope around your neck?”

“So that people will ask me. So that I can tell them what I’m going to tell you now.” Shikamaru opened his eyes and looked at his lover, whose eyes were still closed. “Loyalty”, Shikamaru began, “is the best thing I can give the ones in my life and the thing I’ll work my hardest to earn from them in exchange. It’s one way that we can all demonstrate our love for each other.”

Love? Neji asked himself. Is he saying what I think he’s saying?

“A man can declare his love for someone but not be loyal to them. But if he declares his loyalty…nothing more needs to be said.”

Neji understood the concept well. It was one of the reasons he and Shikamaru had managed to work so well together for so long.

Shikamaru continued. “Generally, those who use the word love tend to use it arbitrarily. Not so for those who use the word loyalty—generally, if they use it, they understand what it truly means to be loyal. Those are the people I want on my side, and in my life.”

It was a lesson Shikamaru had had to learn the hard way. Perhaps his wearing of the necklace was symbolic of his quest for something of substance after his relationships with the girls had ended. The necklace ultimately acted as a beacon of sorts—one that had attracted Neji Hyuuga and compelled him to claim the Nara for himself.

“You have my undying, unfaltering loyalty, Neji Hyuuga. You’ve had it since the day we met.”

Neji opened his eyes and looked over to find his lover staring at him, his eyes full of raw emotion. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”

Shikamaru smiled. “Probably, yeah.”

“Do you mean it?” Neji asked.

Shikamaru blinked slowly. “I wouldn’t say something like that if I didn’t mean it, Neji.”

“Well, technically, you didn’t actually say it.”

“I could rectify that, if you’d like.”

The Hyuuga bit his lip. “I would.”

Shikamaru looked away. He took a deep breath, then looked at Neji again, who hadn’t moved. He stared into those eyes, eyes Shikamaru knew saw far more than their owner would ever admit.

Eyes that had captivated him.

“I love you, Neji. From the depths of my heart and back again. You and no other.”

It was Neji who looked away then. His emotion was a squishy thing since Shikamaru had become part of his personal life, and he wasn’t sure how it would manifest at hearing the Nara’s eloquent confession. Of course, Neji’s instinct told him that Shikamaru loved him long before this. Neji supposed he loved Shikamaru as well, and suspected the Nara was well aware. This was the first time either of them had actually stated those three words to the other.

Neji lay back against the lounge chair. He didn’t say anything, but simply closed his eyes. Shikamaru followed suit.

There was no anger, no angst, and no elation; just a confession of love that hung in the air between them like the sweet scent of roses, calming and pleasant and utterly inspirational.

After a few moments of calm silence, Shikamaru called out to his lover.

“Neji.”

The Hyuuga opened his eyes and looked at the Nara, who laid there, his eyes closed.

“Come inside with me.”

Neji bit his lip as Shikamaru got up from the chaise lounge and made his way back inside the yacht.

Wordlessly, Neji followed.

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Neji Hyuuga was 27 years old. And in those 27 years, only two people had ever confessed to loving him.

As Neji secured the windows and doors, he thought back 12 years ago to a time when his family had earmarked him for a betrothal to a daughter from another wealthy family. Her name was Yukie. Neji supposed she was beautiful in a conventional sense; if long, jet black hair, delicate features, a slim physique and a passive temperament were considered conventionally beautiful. Neji knew her, which was to say he’d been informed by his family that, upon reaching his eighteenth birthday, she was to become his bride.

It never happened.

Yukie was much like Neji. As members of wealthy families, Neji and Yukie were treated as commodities. They were not afforded the luxuries of feelings or even sexual preference. They were required to become whatever the situation called for.

They met three times, for approximately fifteen minutes each time, and always under supervision. Neji never knew what to say to her, so he would always default to whatever etiquette he’d been taught to observe in the presence of a young, unmarried woman. They never kissed or even held hands. Yukie was generous with her smiles when in the Hyuuga’s presence.

At the end of their third meeting, Yukie touched Neji’s face. She confessed that Neji’s kindness had truly been the most ever shown to her. She told him she was in love with him, heart and soul, but he didn’t believe her. How would she know what love was? Neji told her that he didn’t need her to make insincere statements to him. He would marry her, as their families had decreed. He would honor the agreement.

Neji didn’t mean to, but he broke Yukie’s heart that day. When the first tear fell, he hadn’t even noticed.

Yukie drowned herself that night.

It was mostly anger that fueled the young Hyuuga for many years afterward. His family had attempted to offer him again in betrothal after betrothal, but Neji resisted. When he reached his eighteenth birthday, his family attempted to prevent him from receiving his inheritance from his late father as penance for his disobedience.

His family lost. Neji won with his uncle’s help.

After that, Neji was on his own.

Up until two years ago, Neji’s life since that time had been one long blur. Shikamaru’s presence in Neji’s life had defined many things. Mostly it paved the way for him to feel something besides hostility or contempt.

The Nara was on the yacht with Neji. He had just confessed his love for the Hyuuga. Neji wondered if Yukie were still alive, would she think him worthy of Shikamaru’s love?

Neji wasn’t going to break the Nara’s heart. He loved him too. And maybe he wasn’t ready to tell him that—not yet—but he could spend every day of their time together showing him.

Shikamaru loved Neji. The thought made Neji want to cry, but he didn’t.

Instead he went to find his love.

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The water was nice and hot in that shower, which could easily hold four people. Shikamaru sighed. Neji’s uncle must be a real swinger, he thought to himself.

The Nara stood under the stream, letting it douse him from head to toe. His black hair flattened against his head and face under the weight of the water. Shikamaru closed his eyes, letting the events of the morning replay in his mind.

Now that Shikamaru had openly confessed his true feelings to Neji the last barrier between him and the Hyuuga was lost, at least from Shikamaru’s standpoint. There was nothing left to protect him. Shikamaru was now completely at the Hyuuga’s mercy. This time, Shikamaru decided, this would be a position of strength for him, not one of weakness.

The Nara had no idea what more he could do toward that effort.

Except to not lose hope.

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The warm naked body that suddenly pressed into his back didn’t frighten Shikamaru. He closed his eyes and leaned into it as arms wound themselves around the Nara’s trim waist and a pair of warm lips kissed his shoulder.

No one spoke. The two men were content to stand beneath the spray, naked, soaking wet and embracing, for long moments before Neji finally broke the silence.

“Were you scared?” Neji asked Shikamaru.

The Nara hesitated, and then answered, “a little.” Neji’s arms tightened around his lover.

“What are you thinking?” Shikamaru ventured. He had his suspicions, but he needed Neji to tell him.

“Everything”, the Hyuuga responded, “And then nothing. I’m afraid you’ve left me at a loss, Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru placed his hands over the arms that held him. “Have I, Neji?” he asked calmly, his voice betraying none of the anxiety that Neji’s comment had inspired.

“I have to be careful, don’t I, Shikamaru?” Neji asked his lover. “No response—that’s still a response, after all.”

Shikamaru turned around to face his lover. He cradled Neji’s face in his hands and commanded, “Stop.”

“What?” Neji asked, reaching for the hands that caressed his cheeks.

“Analyzing”, the Nara responded as water ran down his face. “I love you. There, I’ve said it again. This is where we are, right now.”

Neji’s heart throbbed upon hearing those words again.

“Honestly, I don’t think we’re in a bad place. Do you?” Shikamaru asked his lover.

Not if you don’t. The Hyuuga looked into the brown eyes of the man who had confessed again to being in love with him and was reassured. He shook his head, and Shikamaru smiled.

“Then you have nothing to worry about.”

Neji smiled. Shikamaru was right, of course. Nothing about that moment was bad. Everything was unfolding in its own time. There was no need for anxiety.

What on earth had Neji Hyuuga done to earn the love of the man in front of him?

You bring me peace.

“Kiss me”, Neji ordered Shikamaru, and he did. He wound his arms around the Hyuuga’s neck and bent his head to draw Neji’s tongue into his mouth. Neji kissed him with fervor. He slid a hand into the Nara’s wet hair while he plundered his sweet mouth. He slid his other hand down to Shikamaru’s cock, which was growing harder by the second, and began slowly stroking him.

The Nara moaned into the Hyuuga’s mouth.

Neji broke the kiss then, taking hold of Shikamaru’s neck with his teeth and nipping at him, slowly working his way down the man’s body to the cock that jumped in Neji’s hand.

The Hyuuga was now on his knees in front of Shikamaru and under the spray of the showerheads. He looked up at the Nara, who wore a mixture of lust and anxiety on his face.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Now who’s analyzing? I’m only demonstrating pride of ownership.”

Neji took the tip of Shikamaru’s cock in his mouth and sucked hard, savoring the moans coming from the mouth of his lover and his tangy taste in Neji’s mouth. He felt the Nara’s body jerk. Shikamaru watched his lover, wet hair slicked to a dark fall against his back, as he took the Nara’s smooth cock between his lips and teased it, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking; his eyes closed in concentration, until Shikamaru could stand it no longer.

Brown eyes fluttered shut as his body jerked again. “Neji!” Shikamaru managed.

Neji stopped. The hand at the base of the Nara’s cock still stroked it. He looked up at Shikamaru, who looked as though he would fall to his knees any second. It was time to take this someplace safer.

Neji stood up. “Come with me”, he directed Shikamaru.

The Nara opened his eyes. Pastel eyes locked with his. He felt Neji’s hand encircling his and grasped it. Wordlessly they each turned off a faucet to stop the water and then Neji led Shikamaru out of the bathroom.

The Nara was led, dripping wet and diamond hard, to the foot of the bed inside the cabin. “Go”, Neji told him.

Shikamaru crawled on his hands and knees toward the head of the bed, with Neji following closely. The Nara was about to lie down when Neji grabbed him. Shikamaru stilled at the feel of hands on his waist and warm lips against the small of his back.

And they were moving lower.

Shikamaru’s body reacted in anticipation, the memory of Neji’s tongue in his ass still very fresh in the Nara’s mind. That wicked tongue licked a trail down to the pink pucker before pushing itself inside.

“Neji!” Shikamaru whispered. He couldn’t even vocalize the pleasure he was feeling. His body seemed to have a mind of its own, arching into the tongue that slid in and out of it.

“You taste good, Nara”, Neji told him. By now Shikamaru was panting. Neji licked the bloom again.

“This is why you asked me to come inside with you, isn’t it?” Neji dipped his tongue inside again, and the Nara shuddered.

Shikamaru wasn’t going to deny it. “Yes.”

Galvanized by his lover’s confession, the Hyuuga continued. “So, you like my tongue here”, he began, licking the bloom for emphasis, “and you like my cock here”, he stated, licking it again. “Which one do you like better?”

Is that a joke? Shikamaru thought to himself. “Dammit, Neji”, the Nara responded, “don’t make me choose.”

“But I need to know, Shikamaru”, Neji told the Nara in that voice, moving against his lover’s body so that his chest was now flush with Shikamaru’s back. Neji’s skin was cold and wet against the Nara’s back at first, but warmed quickly. A hand reached for Shikamaru’s twitching cock while Neji pressed his own cock against the cleft of the Nara’s ass. “I need to know how long I’ll have to lick you to get you wet enough to be ready to take my cock pounding into your ass.”

Shikamaru moaned and arched into the Hyuuga’s cock. Neji’s dirty words were driving him crazy. “Why do you tease me like this?” the Nara managed.

Neji smiled, though Shikamaru couldn’t see it. “Because it makes you hard enough to cut glass.”

As if on cue, the Nara’s cock twitched again. Neji strokes increased in speed.

“Will you come from nothing more than the sound of my naughty words and my hand on your cock, Nara?”

Shikamaru wanted Neji inside him when he came. “Don’t, Neji—please”, he pleaded, but that hand did not, would not, slow down.

“Why not, Shikamaru?” was the question. The Nara could feel his lover’s wet hair against his shoulders.

“Neji”, Shikamaru breathed, and shuddered, “I want—nngh—you inside me when—Gods, Neji—I come. Please.”

Neji’s hand on the Nara’s cock continued at an even pace. “I’ll do whatever you want, as soon as you tell me what to do it with.”

“Gods, Neji! I don’t—nngh--care just FUCK ME! No more—nngh--teasing!”

Neji was inspired. He spit generously into the hand that wasn’t stroking his lover and rubbed it onto his own turgid member. “You tease me too, Nara”, he breathed as he prepared them both. “Those noises you make and the way you sound when you beg me to fuck you. It’s too much.”

Neji was breathing harder. “The truth is”, he stated, rubbing the head of his cock against Shikamaru’s waiting bloom, “I’m as anxious as you are.”

Neji pushed his cock inside his lover and didn’t stop until he could feel his balls against the Nara’s ass. He felt his eyes roll back briefly while Shikamaru made a noise that began in the back of his throat and grew louder until the Nara was out of breath. Shikamaru was going to come, and it was going to happen soon. He only hoped Neji wouldn’t mind.

The scene was like something from a movie. Shikamaru was naked and wet, on all fours in the middle of that surprisingly large bed. His equally naked and wet lover had mounted him from behind, was buried to the hilt in the Nara’s ass and erratically stroking the Nara’s cock as it twitched and jumped. They were both panting messes.

“I’m coming, Neji. It’s--coming.” Shikamaru was so worked up he could barely form the words. It was all the Nara could do to hold himself up on his arms.

“Wait, Shikamaru.”

Wait?! “I can’t. Dammit, Neji, move your hand away or--“

Neji did as he was told. The hand that stroked Shikamaru’s cock was how holding his hips in place. Neji withdrew slowly, aimed quickly, and slammed back in.

“Aaah!”

Two more strokes were all it took before Shikamaru was squeezing his eyes shut and wailing as he burst all over the bedspread. Neji fucked him hard through his orgasm before his own hit him and streams of hot seed ejected inside the Nara’s body.

Neji blacked out from the force of his own orgasm and they both collapsed in Shikamaru’s puddle of cum on the bed. Shikamaru managed to reposition them so that they were both lying on the bed before he, too, succumbed to the darkness.

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A/N: Man! This chapter was NOT supposed to be this long. There was no good place to break it so that it wasn’t ridiculously short compared to the others, so it became ridiculously long compared to the rest instead.

So…Oslo got away with his life and Shikamaru actually confessed his love to a skittish Neji, who seems to have him OPEN LIKE A 7-11! When will Neji confess? Stay tuned to find out and please leave a review!