A Troublesome Series of Events

KFKSAJFDASF. THE REVIEWSSS. ;w; -loves on- You guys make me feel so fuzzy inside!

mary: Oh my. xD I'm glad you like it so much! Unfortunately, Shikaku and Yoshino won't come in until later on. But they still get caught!
Tellnoone_Noonetells: Yey, new recruit! -thumbsup.- And I do hope the 'with a story plot suck as this' was supposed to be 'such'. But I'm so glad they're not ooc. D8 I'm always scared that I won't do Shikamaru justice. And you'll just have to wait and see about Naruto. ;D
Zilched: -wiggles- I'm glad you love the story! I hope it continues to keep your attention~.
ShikaChouFan4Life: Yes, I try my hardest to find ways for mpreg to be realistic, which is really hard. xD But we're trying our hardest to not make crack-ier than it already is. And, well, there's no way to tell who the other dad is because Oro and Sasuke have black hair, Shikamaru has black-haired genes in him (his mother) and all four of them have black eyes! So even if the child has black hair, it could still be Kabuto's~. We shall just see. >D

Hope you all enjoy this chapter just as much! -kisses!-

anime-luney plays Hinata, too. :3

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Hinata lifted her hand, knocking softly on the door. She’d been told to walk right in when she got there by Shikamaru’s mother, but she felt that a little modesty wouldn’t hurt. She would knock first, and if Shikamaru didn’t answer, then she would let herself in.

“Shikamaru?” She whispered as no one came. Normally she would hear him coming by the third knock, sometimes cursing his visitor and sometimes just barely awake. Today though, nothing. Her heart rate began to quicken as she did as instructed, moving through the apartment towards where she knew the Nara’s bedroom was.

“Shikamaru, are you alri-- ah!” She loudly squeaked the last part, face turning beet red. On the bed was Shikamaru, covers kicked from the boy, but the boy was also accompanied by the pale, nude body of the Uchiha that was supposed to have defected over two years ago! She flushed to see the curve of uncovered thigh and backside spooning against Shikamaru, a possessive arm draped over his waist and a hand pressed into his stomach. The other arm was under the boy, the Uchiha reaching across the Nara’s chest and gripping his shoulder.

“Shikamaru, what’s going on?!” She yelled in a high-pitched voice, turning from the scene with her face still red.

Shikamaru had heard the knock but choose to ignore it and fall back asleep. He was just too comfortable in his bed to move, even snuggling back further into the warmth.

His eyes snapped open at the yell, though, and he sat up; or tried to. Sasuke’s grip on him was just solid enough to hold him without much of a struggle. His own face flushed as he finally realized their position and what was going on.

“Ah, troublesome,” he muttered.

Hinata nearly swooned from embarrassment as she saw Shikamaru attempt to move. The movement had nearly tipped Sasuke’s leg back, sliding it enough that she saw the shadowed hint of uncovered male genitalia. She flailed backwards, catching herself on the doorframe with one hand, the other at her chest, where she could feel her thumping heart.

“What is it…” Sasuke said, not wanting to get up but not being able to sleep with all this activity. He tightened his arms, sliding more against Shikamaru’s back, nosing deeper into the hair at the base of Shikamaru’s skull, content with where he was.

Shikamaru shuddered lightly at his movements. He didn’t want to move either, but it wasn’t like they had a choice in it. Damnit, he was sleeping so well too…

“We have company,” he said after sighing.

Hinata closed her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing as the other two conversed casually about the entire situation. She could handle herself, it was just… Sasuke… Naked… Pressed against an almost naked Shikamaru…She blushed, turning her back on the two.

“I-I, I I’ll leave y-y-you t-two alo-alo-one.” She said hurriedly, rushing away, closing the door hastily behind her.

“See? She’s gone. Let’s go back to sleep.” Sasuke said, breathing out in contentment as he relaxed again, melding against Shikamaru’s body. The sooner he got up, the sooner he’d have to make a decision.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes, shifting and trying to get up again.

“I’d like to do that, really I would. But do you really want someone out there knowing you’re in Konoha without an explanation? Even if Hinata’s embarrassed I’m sure she won’t hesitate to tell the ANBU, Naruto or the Hokage herself. You’re still an S-Rank criminal, you know.”

“When did you get to be so energetic…” Sasuke mumbled. He’d forgotten what good sleep felt like. What it was like to be tired going to bed and not wake up the same way. He didn’t want to get up for the world.

“You talk to her. She hasn’t left the house yet.” He said, reluctantly drawing his hands back from around Shikamaru’s body, allowing the boy freedom if he so chose.

Shikamaru sat up, looking down at Sasuke with a frown. He shook his head and stretched, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

“What a drag,” he muttered, standing up. He padded over to the door, opened it and walked through, hoping Hinata wouldn't be a problem.

“Hinata?”

Hinata came from where she’d been padding in the kitchen, biting her nail in agitation. Her eyes darted to Shikamaru, widening before moving to something above his bare shoulder.

“Ah, Shi-Shikamaru-kun… I, I, wha, why… Is S-Sasuke-k-kun…” She stuttered out, almost as badly as she used to do back in her genin days. If she was as she’d been back then, she would have fainted clean away by now.

Shikamaru closed the door behind him and walked over to his living room, flopping back onto the couch with a yawn and not caring about his state of undress. It was his house after all.

He motioned for Hinata to sit if she wanted before answering, “He’s not going to do anything, so you can relax about that. He said he left Orochimaru, but he might not even stay after today.”

Hinata blushed, moving to sit on the couch but remaining as far from the partially undressed boy as she could get and still be polite. She kept her eyes trained on her hands sitting in her lap, picking at her own fingers in her slight anxiety.

“S-so, why is h-h-he here? A-and why do y-you w-want him to s-stay?” She asked, her stutter deteriorating from her speech. For the most part, she only stuttered over the important parts of speech when she was nervous anymore and with Shikamaru’s lazy and un-judging attitude she was unwinding from the shock of seeing Sasuke naked.

Shikamaru looked over at her and couldn’t help but smile. He was always impressed with Hinata’s perception. He hadn’t said he wanted Sasuke to stay, though he supposed it was a given when finding them like that.

“Well, I’m not sure why he chose to come back here, really,” he started, closing his eyes. “But, uh… you do know why you’re checking up on me, right?” He hadn’t been told who exactly was informed on his condition, but he knew they hadn’t said it was top secret or need-to-know.

Hinata flushed a brilliant shade of red. She’d been told, by Shikamaru's mother no less, about his… special condition. She’d been skeptical about it all, but had trusted the woman until the Hokage confirmed it herself. Shikamaru had gotten pregnant before all other females in the rookie nine had even lost their virginity.

“Ah, u-um, w-w-well…” She said, lifting her hands and nudging the tips of her index fingers together anxiously, keeping her head bowed. She didn’t know exactly how to articulate the matter, it felt to embarrassing just to say it out right.

Shikamaru smirked and opened an eye to look at her.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asked, then flicked his hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s alright if you do, I just wanted to know how much I needed to explain.” He sighed and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck as he leaned forward, resting his other arm on his knee and opening his other eye.

“Well, to put it simply, Sasuke might be the father.”

Hinata nearly choked on the air her suddenly dry mouth sucked in as she gasped. Her milky eyes widened as she tried to subtly clear her airways, her blush a heady stain across her pale cheeks. Her mind had immediately shifted back to the way they’d been found, partial and fully nude, on the same bed.

“R-r-r-r-really?” She spluttered out after a time of careful breathing and trying to unclog her brain of such impure thoughts about her friend.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m not sure if he’s going to stay or not, so please don’t say anything to anyone yet. If he stays, I’m going to escort him to Lady Hokage’s office. If he doesn’t, I’ll report that he came to see me and what I know about why he was here. But I don’t want anyone knowing until he makes a decision.”

Shikamaru sat back again, watching Hinata’s reaction. “And you can tell my mom that I’m doing fine,” he added, smiling.

Hinata nodded, her blush subsiding only a little from Shikamaru’s calm, somewhat comforting words. She stood up, brushing at her clothing hastily as she fumbled to say her good-byes without seeming rude.

“W-well, I-I’ll be going. I-I-I hope S-s-s-s-sasuke make’s the r-right decision a-a-and that y-you're h-h-happy from it!” she said, bowing slightly. “I h-have to g-g-go now, b-but I p-p-promise not t-to tell, a-a-a-anyone!” She apologized, moving towards the door. She had planned to stay a bit and maybe speak with Shikamaru some more, but with Sasuke around… She felt that Shikamaru had enough on his mind without being reminded of his baby situation.

Shikamaru got to his feet, the manners his mother had taught him kicking in. He followed her to the door, leaning against the frame as he showed her out.

“Thanks for understanding, Hinata. I appreciate it and I’m sure Sasuke does too.”

“N-n-no p-problem.” She said, smiling beyond her stuttering. She bowed once again, trying her best not to appear rude at her quick exit.

“G-g-good-b-bye, Sh-sh-shikam-maru!” She called out as she left the place, waving behind her.

Shikamaru closed the door after she left, leaning against it for a second before moving away and back towards his bedroom. He felt a little hungry, but he didn’t want to leave Sasuke to sleep alone and he was still tired.

He opened the door and walked over to his bed, casually pushing Sasuke over a bit to slide back in without a word.

Sasuke made only a small grunt, turning over so that he would be facing the Nara. His hands slid out, running across his hip and under side, until he could pull the boy forward and loop his arms around him. He pulled at Shikamaru’s body, bringing him closer than necessary, brushing his bare pelvic against Shikamaru’s covered one, chests scraping.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He mumbled, leaning his head down, forehead to forehead. Unfortunately, they were close enough to the same height that he would have to slide higher or lower if he wanted the full on cuddling up, but then he wouldn’t get to rub his groin against Shikamaru’s. Choices, choices.

Shikamaru blushed a little, squirming against Sasuke before deciding that wasn’t such a good idea. He relaxed his body and closed his eyes, releasing a sigh.

“Not my problem,” he muttered with a small smirk. He was itching to ask Sasuke if he was going to stay, but he knew he should let the other be the one to bring it up. He didn’t want it to be uncomfortable when they were so relaxed.

“It should be your problem.” Sasuke said, almost pouting if he weren’t so content, nearly lazy with how relaxed he was. He sighed softly, not liking the position he was in at the moment. He debated, before sliding down, rubbing against Shikamaru’s body as he did so until he could bury his nose into the Nara’s neck and collar.

“Much better.” He muttered, moving his face further against the crook he’d placed it in, inhaling gently. He could feel the press of Shikamaru’s pelvic on his stomach, his own rubbing in a slightly pleasurable way against the boy’s thighs. “Much, much better…”

Shikamaru shivered at the breath ghosting over his neck. He could tell he was still blushing, just hoping it would go away soon enough. He was still for a moment before hesitantly slightly raising an arm and resting it against Sasuke’s waist, almost mirroring him.

“Agreed,” he said, smiling.

“What… What’s been going on? In Konoha, I mean…” Sasuke asked softly, keeping his eyes closed, feeling the soft skin of Shikamaru’s throat pressing against his eyelids, the flesh warming under his breath. He idly ran his free hand over Shikamaru’s body, tracing random pathways over the curves of his back, down over one cheek and across the backs of his thighs.

“Well… I could go on for hours, probably days, summarizing the past two years. And I don’t know what you already know. Be more specific,” he answered just as quietly. He melted against the other, the touches relaxing him further.

Sasuke winced slightly, drawing his hand back up and curling it against himself, the limb acting as a slight wall between their two bodies. He breathed out, feeling like he deserved that reminder of his defection.

“You. What have you been up to then.”

“Well…” he started, forcing himself to ignore Sasuke’s reaction. “As a shinobi, I’ve taught myself a few new techniques. I still work with Ino and Chouji a lot and sometimes I work in the academy. Every year, I help with the chuunin exams and I guess I’m considered the foreign affairs official; I work with Temari during those times mostly.”

Shikamaru sighed softly, purposefully leaving out his work with researching about the Akatsuki Organization. He didn’t want to think about it himself, let alone tell Sasuke he could have information about his brother.

“On the personal side,” he said, continuing, “I’ve obviously moved into my own place, but sometimes I end up staying over at Kurenai-sensei’s. There’s not much interesting about me, really.”

Sasuke nuzzled into Shikamaru’s skin more, beginning to run his other hand along the Nara’s back as much as he could, the boy’s own weight pinning his available movement. He couldn’t seem to not touch the boy.

“Interesting enough.”

Shikamaru smirked, nuzzling just a little into Sasuke’s hair. It tickled his face just enough to feel it, but he ignored the feeling.

“At least someone thinks so,” he muttered. “Anything else you want to know?”

Sasuke paused, his hand stilling in its action of caressing under Shikamaru’s shoulder blade. His fingers curled inward, a fist forming as his mind raced with the guilt he was feeling from his memories.

“…Naruto?”

Shikamaru sighed, opening his eyes a little and gazing at the wall across from them.

“There’s not too much I can say about him. He did train with Jiraiya for two years, but I’m sure you knew that. You met his new team, I heard. Er, he still loves ramen just as much as ever,” he said with a chuckle.

Sasuke reached his arm over Shikamaru’s side again, drawing him closer and attempting to bury his face into his neck even more. He was feeling the need to either be alone or be near someone, and with Shikamaru already pressed against him it made the choice conveniently easy.

“I’m not sure what I want anymore…” He finally let slip, tightening his grip. He hated how he was acting, so open and emotional. It wasn’t like him at all, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to hold and touch the Nara, he wanted to stay, but… Would it do anyone good if he did?

Shikamaru shifted his gaze, looking at the top of Sasuke’s head. He frowned a little, tightening his own grip on the other as well.

“Don’t think about it too much,” he said softly. “Sometimes over-analyzing isn’t a good thing, you know. What do you want to do, logic aside?”

“I want…” Sasuke paused, thinking. He knew what he wanted, all thoughts aside. He wanted to stay, he wanted to be a father, he wanted to be with Shikamaru. He wanted to kill Itachi. His tongue tied up on himself as he considered voicing these urges, his hand instead descending down to Shikamaru’s pelvic.

“I want to be with you.” He whispered, slipping his hand under the pants the Nara wore and touching his limp member. “I want to…” He opened his mouth, latching onto Shikamaru’s neck, biting and sucking softly at the skin he’d been nuzzling for so long.

Shikamaru gasped, shivering lightly. “S-sasuke, wait,” he muttered, moving just so he wasn’t being necked. “I… I’m sorry, but I won’t be with you, unless I’m with you.”

It was hard for him to say no and refusing his body what it wanted, but he knew having sex would just make it harder if the Uchiha did end up leaving.

Sasuke sighed, leaning his head forward so that his forehead rested against Shikamaru, keeping his mouth away from nibbling at his skin. His hand moved to form a ring, beginning to move up and down on the flaccid length. He could already feel his own stirring, gradually growing against the Nara’s thighs.

“I do want to be with you… that way.” Sasuke said, his pumping increasing as he bit his lip. “I… I do want to stay…”

Shikamaru bit his lip, holding back a groan and trying to keep himself from rocking his hips forward into the hand.

“Then stay,” he said. “It’ll work out; I’ll make sure of it.”

“I… It… Doesn’t feel right to…” Sasuke said, getting to the root of his discomfort. He wanted to stay, he wanted Shikamaru and all that he offered, but it just didn’t feel right taking it. Who was he to step in and get everything others had wanted for free?

He began moving his hips, rubbing his by now swollen erection against Shikamaru’s thighs, his hand stroking at Shikamaru’s own erection at an even faster pace than before. He somehow managed to keep the pumping controlled and fast while he increased the amount of pressure he was applying while slowly beginning a thrusting motion with his hips.

Shikamaru groaned softly, hips moving forward before he could stop them. It felt better than he remembered.

“It’s still your—aah—your home, Sasuke. I don’t t-think there’s someone who doesn’t want you back here—uuhn—deep down.”

“…I guess…” Sasuke didn’t fully believe the Nara’s words, but as he kept rolling his hips forward, thrusting shallowly against Shikamaru’s thighs and feeling the pressure begin building in his guts he found he couldn’t concentrate too much on talking. His other arm slid out from under Shikamaru, sliding down and pulling the other boy’s pants down, freeing the erection and giving his hand more room to move and quicken his pumping.

Shikamaru moaned, giving up on talking for now as his hips bucked. He shivered lightly as the cold air met his heated skin and erection. He closed his eyes and he could feel his orgasm wasn’t that far off, body trembling lightly.

Sasuke bit his lip, feeling his vocals strain to create an answering sound. He continued thrusting his hips and stroking Shikamaru’s erection, feeling his release approaching and knowing that Shikamaru’s must not have been that far off either. He tilted his head from where it had been, still resting his forehead on Shikamaru, and began his earlier assault of nips and suckles.

Shikamaru shuddered, tilting his head for better access. He panted heavily, soft groans escaping him every now and then.

“Aaa, aah, Sasuke—“ he grunted out softly as he came, hips snapping forward.

Sasuke moaned into Shikamaru’s throat, loving the sound of the Nara’s voice as he came, calling out the Uchiha’s name. A few more thrusts against Shikamaru’s thighs and Sasuke found his own completion spilling out of him, shooting over the Nara’s pants that hadn’t made it past Sasuke’s moving hips when he’d pulled them down earlier.

Letting go of Shikamaru’s once again limp piece, Sasuke allowed himself to relax again, his own length softening. He raised his hand, stroking his fingers over Shikamaru’s sides before draping it over the Nara’s waist again.

“So… I think I will… stay.”

Shikamaru shivered lightly and pressed against the Uchiha the room seeming too cold now as his breathing slowed down.

“Good,” he murmured, a smile creeping onto his lips.