D/s Naruto

Hi folks,
Sorry this isn't a regular chapter!

Anyway, miracle of miracle my harddrive turned up at the local Apple store, and I GOT MY FILES BACK!!! Oh, the things I forgot I had! The happiness! Anyway, I found my four lost chapter pieces. The Sasuke/Naruto thing I had recreated so faithfully, the original wasn't different. And I never really got any further on the Kankurou/Shino chapter, so no problem. But I had written a different Gaara/Shikamaru and Hiashi/Kimimaro chapters! The Gaara/Shika one was almost done, and I could replace the new one with the original--I had planned more sex at the end, however. The Hiashi/Kimimaro chapter didn't have much to it, but it was going to go in a different direction.

Ahhh!! It's just so frustrating sometimes to figure out what to do! And I was going to end this after Chapter 5!! In fact, I did, but I took the epilogue down because of those who begged me for more--fuck, I didn't realize how much more that would be . . . I'll post the old epilogue for those that are interested.

******Thanks for all the advice that people gave me on how to advance the the text. People voted to keep the new Gaara/Shika chapter and use the old Hiashi/Kimi chapter.
So that's what I did. Here's the old Gaara/Shika chapter for those that are interested.

******Warning: unfinished

Gaara looked down on his Shikamaru, loving the sight of him so completely and totally spent. He was teasing him, having rechained his hands and neck to the wall above the bed, saying he wanted to fuck Shikamaru again, enjoying his slave’s whimpering and begging. “Please, Master, fuck my mouth or my armpit. I want to be able to fuck tomorrow, and my ass is so sore right now. Gaara pretended not to care, but he only had one finger in Shikamaru’s ass, and it was covered with medicated lube. He wasn’t going to fuck his poor baby, just put the medicated lube in him, but it was fun to force Shikamaru to realize that Gaara was more than a match for him. He wouldn’t be complaining about not getting enough cock in his ass with Gaara as his Master!

The sound of the phone ringing was unsettling, unsetting. Both Shikamaru and he turned to look at it and the answering machine wondering who would be calling at a quarter to midnight on a Monday. But when the answering machine picked up, Shikamaru groaned and turned bright red.

“Naru Shikamaru! Get your lazy ass to the telephone! What do you mean not coming to eat dinner with your father on Father’s Day! I don’t care that you called him on the phone and sent him a card and gift! You get your ass home when I tell you too! I’m going spank that ass of yours! And what do you mean not telling me you moved? You—“

And to Shikamaru’s horror, Gaara had leapt from the bed, grabbed the phone receiver, and was now saying fiercely in the phone, “Shikamaru is mine! This is his home! His ass is mine! I’ll kill anyone that touches that ass of his!”

Because the answering machine was still recording, Shikamaru could hear his mother say, “He’s my baby! I’m his mother! Who are you? Put him on the phone! I don’t care if you have one of those awful contracts or not, I’m going to come over there with the police if I don’t talk to my Shika!”

“I am Suna Gaara, and I am Shikamaru’s slavemaster! Slave, do you want to talk to this woman?”

Shikamaru chickened out and shook his head, mouthing, “Tell her I’ll call her tomorrow.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to you, mother of Shikamaru. He’ll call you tomorrow,” said Gaara.

“Let me talk to him! Why won’t he talk to his mother? What have you done to my Shikamaru?”

“I’ve fucked him so much he’s begging me not to fuck him again,” said Gaara proudly, making Shikamaru groan. “He’s in chains on my bed, and his face is turning purple, and he’s groaning and squirming, but his cock isn’t hard although his nipples are. I’m not sure—“

There was a scream, and the sound of a phone being hung up violently. Gaara blinked. “Well, I guess, she really didn’t want to talk to you after all, Shikamaru. Do you like your mother? Shika, baby, what hurts?” Gaara was frantically undoing the chains and holding Shikamaru who was now making a high keening noise with his mouth wide open, his eyes shut, his body stiff and sort of rocking. When the chains were undone, Shikamaru rolled over, his hands on his stomach, shaking. “What can I do? Should I call 9-1-1? Please, please, talk to me?”

And then Shikamaru was laughing in great shouts and burst, laughing uncontrollably, crying, rolling about, thrashing as he laughed. In between the fits of laughter, he gasped out a few words that made Gaara realize he was probably OK. But he picked him up anyway, carrying him out to the backyard, jerking the shower chain that was Shikamaru’s first collar. The cold water combined with the cool night air on their naked skin, soon had Shikamaru’s laughter conquered. And the first coherent thing the now shivering brunette said was, “I love you, Suna Gaara! I love you so much!”

Gaara kissed him, and they clung to each other quietly, listening to the soft sound of the water in the fountain and the chorus of the crickets. Gaara carried Shikamaru over to the circular glass platform with the white pillows. The white of the sand and the pillows in the moonlight made negotiating the dark garden possible, but Shikamaru said, “Can I install some garden lights, Gaara, as a gift to you?”

“Candles,” said Gaara as he lowered them to that platform where Gaara had filled Shikamaru with his cum for the very first time.

“Oh, yes, candles would be lovely. But it would be nice to have some lights we could put on a timer or some solar lights, too. We could have a little party to gaze at the moon some time and sip wine. If we invite Chouji, he’ll make us mooncakes and other little finger foods that are divine.”

“A party?”

“Yes, and we can even invite my parents if my mother isn’t dead from shock. You’re the only friend of mine who’s ever silenced her in full cry, Gaara. You’re the only lover or sex partner who’s ever fucked me till I begged for no more, Master. You’re the Master of my dreams, Gaara. God, I love you so much.”

“You’re more wonderful, more perfect than anything I ever dreamed of, Shikamaru,” said Gaara. “I don’t care who wants you—your mother, your father, the President of the United States—I’ll fight them for you.”

Shikamaru smiled and said, “My mother will love you once she recovers, but even if she hates you, you’re first, baby, always first. I told my dad I was in love, and he told me to stay and not even worry about asking you to come home for dinner on Sunday.”

“We can go to dinner tomorrow night,” said Gaara. “After all I’m making you go to my family on Sunday night. My grandmother, Chiyo, will pretend you are a woman. She’s seen Deidara naked and still refuses to accept he’s a man.”

“Will she see me naked?” asked Shikamaru.

“I like you naked,” said Gaara, “but we usually dress up, in suits and pretty dresses.”

“What does Deidara wear?” asked Shikamaru curiously.

“A pretty dress,” said Gaara.

“I could dress as a woman if that would make it easier for her,” said Shikamaru.

“And pearls?” said Gaara.

“And pearls if you must,” said Shikamaru.

“I must, Shikamaru, my pretty Shikamaru,” said Gaara kissing Shikamaru’s face, then finding his mouth for a long, slow kiss.