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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,375
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8: The Other Side of the Wall
Between Friends
Chapter Note: language, mild violence, a bit of male masturbation and minor slave/BDSM talk, minor Manga 321 spoiler.
Chapter 8: The Other Side of the Wall
Shikamaru came suddenly awake at the sound of crying, hell, bawling really, coming from next door. He heard Asuma sigh and knew that both of them had been sleeping pretty lightly. They lay in the dark, each on his own bed, listening. The crying stopped soon, and only some soft sounds that indicated speech could be heard.
“God damn it,” said Asuma suddenly sitting up and lighting up his first cigarette in several days. Shikamaru smiled in the dark as he saw the glow of Asuma’s lit cigarette. While he would like his old sensei to stop smoking for the sake of his health, he never much preferred it when Asuma wasn’t deeply depressed, mourning over the loss of a beloved comrade. He certainly wasn’t going to suggest their team leader deny himself one of the few comforts available to a ninja on a top-level mission.
The voices next door got a little louder, and one phrase came clearly through the wall, “For god’s sake, I want to be a normal lover; why do you think I’ve tried to hide from you all these years?” It was Kotetsu’s voice.
“Hmm, looks like you have this whole team figured out right, Shika,” observed Asuma between puffs.
“Yea, I’m going to win that bet we have,” replied Shika lightly.
The talking got loud again, and both Asuma and Shikamaru strained to hear what was being said.
“No, I fuck in front of you to try to get you to fuck me,” they heard Kotetsu saying in a loud, angry voice. Shikamaru felt himself smiling as the moving glow of Asuma’s cigarette indicated he had moved his head closer to the wall.
“You’re a moron; you’re a fucking moron. Why can’t you just say, `Please fuck me?'” Izumo was now yelling back.
“Because you’re too god-damn cautious! You’re too shy! You think too much! You fret! You’d ask me stupid questions or just turn it into some emotional goo-fest. You’ve never fucked anyone in your life,” they heard. Then maddeningly, the voice became too low to make out clearly. Shika shifted himself a little closer to the wall, so he could catch the more of Kotetsu’s speech which seemed to be getting louder as he got into it, “to fuck my face, I need you to fuck my ass, I need you to bite my balls, to pinch my nipples, to bite my cock, to slap my face, my ass, my cock. I want you to slap me with your hand, with your cock, I want your cum on my face, down my throat—“ the shocking words were abruptly cut off with the sound of a slap.
The quiet in the room was suddenly loud to Shikamaru. He was glad that neither of them had turned on the light since his own cock had begun to respond to Kotetsu’s passionate listing of his sexual desires.
A soft thump sounded, as if a body had just leaped violently on the bed on the other side of the wall, pushing the bed frame against the thin wallboard. Shikamaru licked his lips and tried to think of something that would take away his stiff boner.
But the sound of another slap and Izumo’s command, “No rubbing your cock into the bed,” only made Shika want to rub his own cock. It had been a long time since he was the one having sex, and he had to admit that he liked his sex to involve discipline games as much as the two next door.
More slapping sounds and Kotetsu’s saying something about “Master,” made Shikamaru’s penis twitch again. `Damn, I’d like to watch these two,’ he thought, `they’re pretty kinky.’ He hoped the next speech would be loud enough to hear, and it was: “You don’t listen, slave, I said no talking, and I said I want to see some begging.” The sound of a belt cracking against something combined with moans made Shikamaru’s arousal pulse again. He reached down to grasp his engorged penis and started stroking himself.
But the little show stopped much too soon with a loud, “Oh god, yes, Izumo, yes,” quickly followed by the sounds of laughter. `What a pain in the ass!’ Shika mentally moaned to himself. With only giggles and indistinct whispers now coming through the wall, he was left aroused and unsatisfied with nothing to distract Asuma from focusing in on his self-administered hand job. The sound of Kotetsu crying out, “Oh god, I love you, I love you. Thank you,” only pissed Shika off more. It was impossible to jack off to such love talk.
“You don’t have to stop on my account, Shika,” said Asuma in a teasing voice.
Nothing was more humiliating than having his former teacher tease him about being aroused by listening to gay guys! Shikamaru could think of no response for this situation, but the teasing was at least starting to shrink his swollen member. He said nothing, and Asuma just keep smoking in the dark.
After a minute or so, Asuma pointed out, “Well, look on the bright side; I think we can agree you won the bet.”
“You sure sound remarkably cheerful for someone who owes me two expensive barbeque dinners,” pointed out Shika in return.
Asuma chuckled, “Yea, well, it’s nice to know what makes all my team members tick. I had no idea that sort of thing rocked your boat. Speaking of your love life, have you been in touch with Temari lately?”
“No.”
“Ah, ha!” said Asuma, clearly suggesting that Shikamaru was another homosexual in the closet. “So you want to have a little chat?”
“No.”
“Oh, shall I leave, so you can have some privacy?” teased Asuma.
“Hmmmpt,” was the only sound Shika made as he rolled on his side away from Asuma and tried to fall back asleep. He had no intention of discussing his sex life or lack of a sex life with Asuma now or ever. “Let’s get back to sleep since we’re going to move out at 5.”
“Yea, I’ve got the alarm on my watch set for 4:30 a.m.,” observed Asuma in a normal tone, but then added with laughter in his voice, “I hope you have very pleasant dreams, Shikamaru.”
`Fuck—why was life always so troublesome? Hmm, the best defense is a good offense,’ thought the former student. He provocatively whispered, “You offering to do something about making sure of that, Asuma?”
“Shut the fuck up and sleep!” came back the order.
“Yes, master!” responded Shikamaru, and they both burst into laughter. It was always better to laugh than cry.
Chapter Note: language, mild violence, a bit of male masturbation and minor slave/BDSM talk, minor Manga 321 spoiler.
Chapter 8: The Other Side of the Wall
Shikamaru came suddenly awake at the sound of crying, hell, bawling really, coming from next door. He heard Asuma sigh and knew that both of them had been sleeping pretty lightly. They lay in the dark, each on his own bed, listening. The crying stopped soon, and only some soft sounds that indicated speech could be heard.
“God damn it,” said Asuma suddenly sitting up and lighting up his first cigarette in several days. Shikamaru smiled in the dark as he saw the glow of Asuma’s lit cigarette. While he would like his old sensei to stop smoking for the sake of his health, he never much preferred it when Asuma wasn’t deeply depressed, mourning over the loss of a beloved comrade. He certainly wasn’t going to suggest their team leader deny himself one of the few comforts available to a ninja on a top-level mission.
The voices next door got a little louder, and one phrase came clearly through the wall, “For god’s sake, I want to be a normal lover; why do you think I’ve tried to hide from you all these years?” It was Kotetsu’s voice.
“Hmm, looks like you have this whole team figured out right, Shika,” observed Asuma between puffs.
“Yea, I’m going to win that bet we have,” replied Shika lightly.
The talking got loud again, and both Asuma and Shikamaru strained to hear what was being said.
“No, I fuck in front of you to try to get you to fuck me,” they heard Kotetsu saying in a loud, angry voice. Shikamaru felt himself smiling as the moving glow of Asuma’s cigarette indicated he had moved his head closer to the wall.
“You’re a moron; you’re a fucking moron. Why can’t you just say, `Please fuck me?'” Izumo was now yelling back.
“Because you’re too god-damn cautious! You’re too shy! You think too much! You fret! You’d ask me stupid questions or just turn it into some emotional goo-fest. You’ve never fucked anyone in your life,” they heard. Then maddeningly, the voice became too low to make out clearly. Shika shifted himself a little closer to the wall, so he could catch the more of Kotetsu’s speech which seemed to be getting louder as he got into it, “to fuck my face, I need you to fuck my ass, I need you to bite my balls, to pinch my nipples, to bite my cock, to slap my face, my ass, my cock. I want you to slap me with your hand, with your cock, I want your cum on my face, down my throat—“ the shocking words were abruptly cut off with the sound of a slap.
The quiet in the room was suddenly loud to Shikamaru. He was glad that neither of them had turned on the light since his own cock had begun to respond to Kotetsu’s passionate listing of his sexual desires.
A soft thump sounded, as if a body had just leaped violently on the bed on the other side of the wall, pushing the bed frame against the thin wallboard. Shikamaru licked his lips and tried to think of something that would take away his stiff boner.
But the sound of another slap and Izumo’s command, “No rubbing your cock into the bed,” only made Shika want to rub his own cock. It had been a long time since he was the one having sex, and he had to admit that he liked his sex to involve discipline games as much as the two next door.
More slapping sounds and Kotetsu’s saying something about “Master,” made Shikamaru’s penis twitch again. `Damn, I’d like to watch these two,’ he thought, `they’re pretty kinky.’ He hoped the next speech would be loud enough to hear, and it was: “You don’t listen, slave, I said no talking, and I said I want to see some begging.” The sound of a belt cracking against something combined with moans made Shikamaru’s arousal pulse again. He reached down to grasp his engorged penis and started stroking himself.
But the little show stopped much too soon with a loud, “Oh god, yes, Izumo, yes,” quickly followed by the sounds of laughter. `What a pain in the ass!’ Shika mentally moaned to himself. With only giggles and indistinct whispers now coming through the wall, he was left aroused and unsatisfied with nothing to distract Asuma from focusing in on his self-administered hand job. The sound of Kotetsu crying out, “Oh god, I love you, I love you. Thank you,” only pissed Shika off more. It was impossible to jack off to such love talk.
“You don’t have to stop on my account, Shika,” said Asuma in a teasing voice.
Nothing was more humiliating than having his former teacher tease him about being aroused by listening to gay guys! Shikamaru could think of no response for this situation, but the teasing was at least starting to shrink his swollen member. He said nothing, and Asuma just keep smoking in the dark.
After a minute or so, Asuma pointed out, “Well, look on the bright side; I think we can agree you won the bet.”
“You sure sound remarkably cheerful for someone who owes me two expensive barbeque dinners,” pointed out Shika in return.
Asuma chuckled, “Yea, well, it’s nice to know what makes all my team members tick. I had no idea that sort of thing rocked your boat. Speaking of your love life, have you been in touch with Temari lately?”
“No.”
“Ah, ha!” said Asuma, clearly suggesting that Shikamaru was another homosexual in the closet. “So you want to have a little chat?”
“No.”
“Oh, shall I leave, so you can have some privacy?” teased Asuma.
“Hmmmpt,” was the only sound Shika made as he rolled on his side away from Asuma and tried to fall back asleep. He had no intention of discussing his sex life or lack of a sex life with Asuma now or ever. “Let’s get back to sleep since we’re going to move out at 5.”
“Yea, I’ve got the alarm on my watch set for 4:30 a.m.,” observed Asuma in a normal tone, but then added with laughter in his voice, “I hope you have very pleasant dreams, Shikamaru.”
`Fuck—why was life always so troublesome? Hmm, the best defense is a good offense,’ thought the former student. He provocatively whispered, “You offering to do something about making sure of that, Asuma?”
“Shut the fuck up and sleep!” came back the order.
“Yes, master!” responded Shikamaru, and they both burst into laughter. It was always better to laugh than cry.