A Tale of Two Geniuses
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Sold
Sold (Naruto, Neji/Shika, #5)
Title: Sold
Author/Artist:
Pairing: Neji/Shika
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 5 - The Harem
Warnings: Slavery, original characters (not Mary Sues, I promise!). Again, the angst, but the end is in sight!
Author's Note: Follows on from 'Caged'.
Disclaimer: I wants me a Shika and a Neji to play with, but my birthday isn't until May.
***
Neji woke up, his mouth dry and his head feeling like it was full of cotton wool. He had been sedated, he realised, taking a moment to survey his situation. He was still naked and collared and was lying in a cage again, though not the cage out on the market floor - it seemed to be in a room of its own. Shikamaru was curled in a loose ball beside him in the cage. He was snoring. Neji stroked his hair idly and fingered the collar his lover wore. He felt a total idiot. He'd screwed up Shikamaru's rescue plan and now they were both caught, all thanks to his spectacular lack of control. He was furious at himself, and knew that Shikamaru would have every right to be furious at him too, when he slept off the sedative.
He heard voices approaching and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
"...wants how many?" It was the voice of the saleswoman from the market, the one who had 'hired' him out to Shikamaru.
"Four. His Excellency is going to outdo himself this year." A male voice, low and amused.
"I'll say. Last year he had a threesome, though, and from what I heard it went down well. If you'll excuse the pun." They both laughed.
Neji would have felt better if his Byakugan were working. Of course, if it were, that would mean his chakra wasn't being blocked and he would have been out of here already. The bastards really were well organised.
The door to the room opened and the saleswoman and her colleague entered. "I'm going to send him these two," she said. "Seriously, I have a feeling that they're trouble, and he does pay handsomely - much more than they're worth. Even if the white-eyed one is stunning, I don't see him ever breaking in properly and the customers don't like them to be fully sedated all the time."
"Which others are you going to send?"
"Hmm... I was thinking of number fifteen and number five. What do you think?"
There was a thoughtful pause. "Yes, I think that would work," the man said, finally. "They're all about the same age, and both five and fifteen are well-behaved, unlike number twelve. Also, their fair hair will contrast nicely with these two."
Neji forced himself to relax, to stop his eyebrow from twitching and his hands from clenching. They were being picked out like pieces of clothing or furniture, to match well with each other. He hated being thought of as less than human. It was worse than being looked down upon by the main house of Hyuuga.
"I'm glad we agree," said the woman. "Give them an extra dose of sedative and I'll get the other two. Lord Mitsugi's carriage should be here within the hour to collect them."
Neji's world faded to black.
***
Shikamaru became aware of somebody shaking him and gently slapping his face. He was being dragged reluctantly from his heavy, dreamless slumber. "Fuggoff, I'm sleeping," he muttered, reaching for the blanket to pull it over his head.
There was no blanket, and the shaking wasn't someone shaking him, but the whole surface he lay on jolting and bumping. A harder slap forced his eyes open. "Neji?" he mumbled, as his vision became clear enough to make out his lover.
The Hyuuga stroked his stinging cheek. "Shikamaru."
Shikamaru rolled onto his back and looked straight up. Overhead the ceiling was draped in soft-looking, dark burgundy fabric lit by daylight coming in through barred windows. The bars were shaped into decorative scrollwork, but they were bars nonetheless.
"We're in a carriage. We've been sold, I think, to a Lord Mitsugi."
"Lord Mitsugi?" came an unfamiliar male voice very nearby. Shikamaru sat up and saw that two other young men shared the carriage with himself and Neji. Both were blonde, naked, and both wore identical collars to Neji's. Belatedly, Shikamaru realised that he, too, was naked and collared. He blushed and tried to arrange himself modestly, backing into a corner of the carriage.
The blonde with long hair laughed softly, perhaps a little bitterly. "Never mind that. It's not like any of us have anything to hide."
The short-haired one piped up again, addressing Neji. "I beg your pardon, but did you say we are being sent to Lord Mitsugi?" Neji nodded, puzzled at the exclamation of joy that the man gave. "Then we're saved!"
Neji raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Lord Mitsugi throws a huge party each year for most of the nobles in the country. What makes his parties so famous is that he buys slaves - usually two - as entertainment for his guests. Afterwards, he sets them free!"
"Sets them free?" Neji queried incredulously.
"What kind of 'entertainment'?" Shikamaru asked at the same time, not turning his eyes from the window. He was carefully taking note of landmarks, constructing a mental map as best he could through the fog in his mind.
"Yes," the man answered Neji with a grin. "He's well-known for his generosity and charity. Every slave hopes to be chosen to entertain at his parties." He held out a hand in friendly greeting. "My name is Shinji, by the way. Just imagine; I'll soon be called by my name again, rather than just 'number five'."
Neji didn't take the offered hand, but nodded in polite recognition. "Hyuuga Neji. This is my lover, Nara Shikamaru." Shikamaru blushed at the possessiveness in Neji's tone and gave a lazy flick of his hand in a greeting of his own.
The quieter blonde introduced himself too. "I'm Hatsuo Riki."
Shikamaru repeated his earlier question. "What's this entertainment you mentioned?"
Shinji shrugged. "I don't know exactly; maybe dancing, maybe serving the guests, maybe putting on a performance. It could be anything. I suppose we'll be told what's expected of us when we arrive."
Wrapping his arms protectively around his chest, Shikamaru shuddered. "Forget it. I'm not performing for anybody."
"We don't have a choice." Riki's voice was low and even. "We've been bought for a reason, and we must live up to the expectations of our new owner. Besides, if it's as Shinji says, this will be the last time any of us have to suffer this sort of indignity." Shinji nodded eagerly in agreement.
"We shouldn't be suffering this at all." Shikamaru scowled. "It's so very wrong."
Neji looked away from Shikamaru. "I'm sorry," he said, speaking softly so that only Shikamaru could hear him over the rumble of the carriage wheels. "It's my fault they captured you. If I hadn't been so insistent..."
Shikamaru reached up and pressed a finger to Neji's lips, cutting him off. "Before you passed out, you said you loved me, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. And I do."
"Then trust that we will find a way out of this together." Shikamaru slid his hand around the side of Neji's head, into his hair, and pulled him down for a soft kiss. A gentle sigh escaped the Hyuuga as he returned the kiss, before remembering that they weren't alone. He pulled back and cleared his throat, looking slightly embarrassed.
The rest of the journey was spent in silence, the four young men contemplating their situations. Neji wanted more than anything for Shinji's story about Lord Mitsugi to be true. He knew that escape was impossible with the control collars on. As soon as he struggled, he was sedated. If this man would set them free, the collars would be removed and they could get out of there. After that, they could get back to the others and plan a full-out attack on the people who had enslaved them. He would look forward to making them suffer for the humiliation and indignities he had been put through. For that, he could bear this last shameful task.
Shikamaru couldn't get his head around it, the whole idea of his life not belonging to himself, of being commanded on a level he had no option to refuse. Sure, he was given commands in his life as a shinobi, but he could always refuse. There were consequences, of course, but he still had the choice. Now... hell, he didn't even have any clothes! And whatever they were going to make him do when they got to their destination - how would he fight it? He couldn't feel his chakra, which was an undercurrent of energy that he'd never really noticed until it was gone. There was taijutsu, of course, but the sedative made him feel sluggish and clumsy. He'd be lucky to land a decent punch on somebody, let alone fight for their freedom. This was troublesome indeed, and it was very difficult for him to formulate strategies with this persistent fog in his brain.
***
The carriage jolted to a stop and the four of them looked expectantly to the door, both Neji and Shikamaru adopting defensive postures out of habit. After a few minutes the carriage door opened, framing a middle-aged woman with a friendly face. She was dressed in formal livery in shades of blue.
"Alright boys," she said brightly, "Hop out of the carriage for me and we'll get you organised." She stepped back down to the ground and stood aside so that the men could exit the carriage. Shinji climbed out first, followed by Riki. Neji and Shikamaru followed reluctantly.
They found themselves in an open courtyard to the side of a palatial building. People in various kinds of domestic uniform walked by, many of them looking at the slaves with open curiosity. Shikamaru wished he could hide. This public nakedness was beyond humiliating. In fact, if the ground opened up and swallowed him at that moment, he would have been most grateful.
He was tapped on the shoulder. "Stand up straight, dear. Don't slouch." The woman smiled kindly at him before turning to address the group. "We're going inside now, boys. Follow me." She turned and led the way into the building. Guards flanked the four on both sides, keeping them together and herding them after the woman.
They couldn't see much of the palace from the side entrance, and they were ushered into a room just a short distance down the hallway. The door was slid shut behind them and two guards took up position inside the room on either side of it. The room had a closed door that may have led to another room, and also an office desk and chair, a large storage trunk and a row of cupboards along one wall.
The woman turned to look at them, her hands clasped in front of her in an almost motherly manner. "My name is Erika, and I am the slave trainer here. You are in the servants' quarters of the palace of Lord Yamada Mitsugi, where have been brought to be the main entertainment at His Majesty's spring banquet. You are expected to behave impeccably - after all, you are what many of the guests are here to see. His Majesty has never before had four slaves perform at once, so everyone will be expecting something really special this year."
Shikamaru glared. "And if we don't go along with this?" Shinji looked at him as if he was crazy, but Shikamaru ignored him.
Erika smiled. "It truly is in your best interest to behave. If your performance tomorrow evening pleases His Majesty, you will all be awarded your freedom. If you fail to co-operate, you will be sent back to the markets." She regarded him shrewdly. "That is incentive enough for most slaves."
Shikamaru exchanged an unhappy glance with Neji. He didn't want to do this, he didn't think he could bear it, but if they did, they would have their freedom without having to fight for it. While he avoided thinking too deeply about what their upcoming performance might entail, it seemed the path of least resistance, and his innate laziness appreciated that.
However, no part of the jounin appreciated what happened next. Erika stepped close to Neji and reached a white-gloved hand down to his flaccid member. "Let's see your full potential, dear," she murmured to him, stroking and squeezing the flesh to attention. Neji stared at the wall above the slave trainer's head, his teeth gritted as his body responded against his will.
Shikamaru could not stand by and watch his lover molested. Without thought, he rushed at her, shoving her roughly away from Neji with an angry cry. "Don't touch him!" The guards were on him in seconds, pinning his arms to his sides and holding him tightly while he struggled.
Erika's face was regretful. "How disappointing. I was hoping this would be an easy end to your slavery. I rarely have to punish any of the slaves brought in for the spring banquet, but I can see that you are in need of a little discipline. If you don't like me touching him like this, how are you going to handle a foursome in the middle of a crowded room?"
Foursome... Shikamaru mouthed the word in silent dismay. They were expected to... do that... for the entertainment of a palace full of nobles. And not just he and Neji, but with two strangers joining in as well. His mind rebelled at the thought of it. He writhed in the strong grip of the guards.
"Should we sedate him, ma'am?"
The slave trainer shook her head. "He needs to feel this." She spoke to the two blonde slaves. "Take an end of the chest each and bring it into the middle of the room." Riki and Shinji obeyed, pulling the heavy wooden chest away from the wall. Erika opened it and removed a rattan cane, closing the lid again. The guards dragged the unwilling Shikamaru over to the chest and stretched him over it. One knelt at his feet, holding his ankles, and the other took his wrists, pulling his body taut over the chest.
Riki and Shinji watched with grim fascination as the scene unfolded before them. Neji, however, was not lucky enough to hold the position of a mere spectator. Erika ordered him to take the place of the guard holding Shikamaru's wrists. "It will help to impress this lesson upon him," she explained. "If you are the one he cares about, and you are there with him, he cannot withdraw into himself."
Neji glared at her as he knelt before Shikamaru, taking his hands. He looked into his lover's eyes and the fear and anger he saw there made him want to hurt someone.
Erika took her place at Shikamaru's side and brought the cane down sharply on the back of his thighs. Shikamaru couldn't keep back a cry of pain. "You will behave," the slave trainer admonished him. "You will help to make this event a success, and by your actions you will earn your freedom." The cane came down again, leaving a red welt parallel to the first one. "This is your first and only warning. If you act up again, you will be sent back to the market for a replacement and I'm sure I needn't tell you that they will be much less merciful!" She laid down three more lines of pain, all evenly spaced a scant centimetre apart. Tears had sprung to Shikamaru's eyes unbidden and he gripped Neji's hands painfully tightly. Suddenly, Erika changed her angle and the blow fell across the red lines left by the previous strokes. Shikamaru's body jerked violently as an agonised scream tore from his throat. The tears flowed freely down his cheek and his breath came in broken sobs in between cries of agony at each lash of the hateful cane.
Seeing his lover reduced to this pierced Neji to his core. "Stop!" he cried, directing his words to the woman, though he was unable to tear his eyes from Shikamaru's. He was ignored as two more blows fell, making ten in total. Erika lowered the cane and ran a gloved finger over the abused skin on the back of Shikamaru's thighs. Shikamaru whimpered.
Erika came around to the front of him, crouching to look Shikamaru in the eyes. She grasped his chin in her hand, preventing him from looking away. "I did not wish to have to do that to you, dear, and I don't want to do it again. Will you behave? Shikamaru nodded, biting his lip and trembling. "I want your word on it."
"I promise," he choked out, his voice raw from crying. "It... it won't happen again."
Erika nodded in satisfaction. "Good," she said, motioning for the guard to release Shikamaru's ankles. The jounin winced as he brought his legs up beneath him and let Neji help him to his feet. He leaned heavily on the Hyuuga, too shaky to trust his own feet. "I suggest you rest for a bit," said the slave trainer, sliding open the door leading out of the room and turning on a light in the next. The four slaves followed her and found themselves in a small room with scattered cushions and blankets on the floor. "This is where you will sleep tonight. Make yourselves comfortable, my dears, then we'll talk about tomorrow."
Neji eased Shikamaru onto the cushions, belly down. He examined the angry red marks left by the cane. He could feel the heat radiating from the area without even touching it, though the skin wasn't broken. He looked up as Erika was handed a wet cloth by one of the guards. "Here," she said. "This will sting a little, but it will help cool you down." She laid it carefully over the welts, looking somewhat apologetic when Shikamaru hissed in pain. "I know it hurts, dear, but it will be better in a day or two." She retreated a few feet, then sat herself on a cushion, facing the four men.
"Now," she began. "The banquet begins at six-thirty in the evening. We'll begin preparing you boys at about midday to get you ready for your performance. The banquet hall is set up with many tables, all arranged around a central dais, which is where you will be. I think we should start with one of you out there when the guests arrive, though the dais is curtained. The curtains will be lifted once everyone is seated, and the second one will be led out to join the first." She paused a moment and regarded the slaves, first looking at Shinji and Riki, then at Neji and Shikamaru. Neji had Shikamaru's head cradled on his thigh, and he was stroking the shoulder-length hair soothingly.
"I think the two of you would be best as the first pair. There is an obvious chemistry between you, and the audience will enjoy that." Neji frowned at that. The feelings between himself and Shikamaru were personal, not for the enjoyment of others, but he dared not say anything lest either of them were caned again, or worse. Erika continued, oblivious to Neji's discomfort. "Now, it says in your papers that you are the dominant one, dear." She regarded Neji with some amusement. "I wouldn't have guessed, in truth. But it's good to break the stereotypes occasionally, right? So your lover will be out on the dais to begin with, then you will be brought in. It is then your task to ravish him completely, and I'll leave the details up to you. You know how best to please him, and yourself, just be sure to put on a good show. There will be toys and other things nearby which you may use to make things more interesting."
Shikamaru felt faint. This was unreal. It was like a wet dream gone wrong, and as much as he might have enjoyed the idea of it during his dreams, the reality was quite different. He shifted uncomfortably on the cushions, and Neji reached over, lifting and turning the cloth over his abused thighs. The renewed coolness was both pain and relief at once. He turned his attention back to what the woman was saying.
"Now, once these two are well into it," she had turned to look at the two blondes. "Both of you will be brought in, and you are to join in with them. It's not to be two couples; it is to be all four of you together. I suggest that you use tonight and tomorrow morning to get comfortable with each other. I want this to look natural, and I want you to all enjoy yourselves, or at least appear to. Any questions?"
Riki spoke up. "How long does this go on for?"
"The banquet is likely to go until midnight, with four courses of food. Lord Mitsugi will be making a speech at the end of it, which is when you will be awarded your freedom. I expect you to be most grateful and respectful to him."
"And after that, we are free to go?" Neji queried.
Erika nodded. "Once the guests leave, yes. Although for your own safety, I'd suggest you spend the night here and not venture out in the wee hours of the morning. It's better to wait until daylight. You will be given proper guest rooms for the remainder of the night, and you will have a good dinner and breakfast." She got to her feet and brushed the creases out of her uniform pants. "Speaking of which, I need to arrange for your food tonight, my dears. I'll be back in a moment." She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Shinji stretched on his cushion. "Well, it doesn't seem too difficult, or too unpleasant. After all, it's not often I get to share my pleasures with such attractive men." He made a face. "Or even with attractive men at all."
Riki chuckled softly. "Thankyou, I think."
Neji nodded in agreement. "The crowd aside, I have certainly been made to do worse." He shook his head lightly at Shikamaru's questioning look. "I'd rather not talk about it right now."
"It is easy enough to block out the crowd," said Riki. "I have... performed... in public before. As you say, it is not the worst thing one can be made to do." He idly twisted a strand of his long, blonde hair.
"But what about us?" asked Shikamaru, reaching up to touch Neji's face. "I'm not sure I like the idea of sharing." Neji kissed the palm of his hand softly.
"It'll be okay," he reassured him, looking over to the two blondes for confirmation. They nodded back.
"I'll be gentle," promised Shinji. "And if you two are already in the mood, it can only get better. You'll see."
At that moment, the door slid open and Erika returned, carrying a large tray. As she set it on the floor in a space bare of cushions, they could see that it contained four bowls of rice with vegetables, a jug of water and four plastic cups. The smell of the food made Shikamaru's stomach growl hungrily, and Shinji laughed as his did the same. "I'll leave this here for you, boys," said Erika. "And remember what I said about using your time wisely. I will be back at noon tomorrow. Have a good night, dears." She turned and left the room once more, locking the door this time.
Riki took two bowls from the tray and passed them to Neji and Shikamaru, so that Neji didn't have to move Shikamaru's head from where it rested on his thigh. The Hyuuga nodded his thanks. There were no eating utensils, but the men were too hungry to care. Eager fingers dug into the almost-hot rice and scooped it into open mouths. It felt good to have something warm and solid in their bellies again. One by one, the bowls were set down with sighs of satisfaction.
"So, what now?" Shinji wondered aloud, fidgeting with his collar. "It'll be so good to have this damn thing off," he sighed. A soft cry of surprise made him look over to the two dark-haired ninja. Shikamaru had captured two of Neji's fingers in his mouth and was sucking firmly on them. Neji's look of surprise and the blush on his cheeks made it clear that the sound had been his. Shikamaru released his fingers with a wet pop.
"You had a bit of carrot stuck to them," Shikamaru explained, blushing, but looking unapologetic.
Neji traced his lover's lips with his wet fingertips. "Indeed," he murmured. Another gasp was wrung from him when his fingers were pulled back into Shikamaru's mouth, the Nara's strong tongue teasing at them. "You can't tell me you missed a bit." Shikamaru threw him an innocent look that Neji didn't believe for one second. The older ninja leaned down to kiss his lover, using his wet fingers to trace a slow line along Shikamaru's jaw. As the kiss began to deepen, Shikamaru pushed Neji back.
"Hold on a minute, let me get comfortable." He carefully turned his body so he could lie on his back. The backs of his thighs came into contact with the cushions and he winced, lifting his knees to keep his tender skin out of contact with the fabric beneath him. The damp cloth fell to the floor.
"Put a couple more cushions under his hips," suggested Riki. "It'll help keep his thighs up."
Neji and Shikamaru looked over at the two blondes, embarrassed. Shinji waved a hand dismissively. "Don't mind us. Pretend we're not here." He smiled, watching as Neji took Riki's advice and slipped two more cushions under Shikamaru's hips, raising them up. The position was certainly an interesting one. It gave him ideas. "... Or let us know if you want any help," he added, chuckling at the blush on the faces of the two dark-haired men. The tenderness between them was touching, and Shinji almost found himself envious. He had not had a serious lover before he'd been taken into slavery, and there was certainly no illusion of affection from his many temporary masters and mistresses. He found himself looking forward to tomorrow night, to becoming part of the union between the two lovers, if only for a few hours.
"Is that better?" Neji asked softly, trying to ignore the two men watching them. Shikamaru nodded, reaching up to slide his fingers into Neji's hair and pulling him down into another deep kiss. Neji sat beside him and lay across his chest, cupping his lover's face between his hands. "It's nearly over. Just tomorrow, then we will be free."
Shikamaru sighed between kisses. "For me it's just beginning," he pointed out. "I've never had to be with anyone else. I've never wanted to. How can you face the thought of it so calmly?"
Neji understood his point. "I suppose in part because I've done it before... with strangers, I mean." He remembered the first time he was hired as a slave. He'd fought and struggled, tried to attack the man who hired him, and then the sedative had spread through his body, making his limbs heavy and his mind cloudy. It didn't dim his awareness enough that he couldn't see the man looming over him, or feel him intruding where only Shikamaru was welcome. It didn't stop the tears of shame and anger from spilling into his hair as he was driven into the bed again and again...
Shikamaru stroked his cheek, watching with concern as Neji's expression darkened.
The touch seemed to bring the Hyuuga back to himself, and he leaned gratefully into the caress. "At least this time, we will be together, and the strangers are as much victims of this as we are. They aren't doing this by choice, and they don't mean us harm." Neji finished. "It won't be like I suffered." He glanced briefly at the other two slaves and saw them to be quietly talking to each other, sitting close together. He caught Shikamaru's thumb between his lips and nibbled gently at it, seeking to distract himself from the dark memories.
Shikamaru sighed and shifted restlessly beneath Neji. He blushed hotly when his thumb slid past his lover's teeth and met Neji's curious tongue. After teasing his thumb for a long while, the tongue slipped out and tickled the webbing between Shikamaru's thumb and forefinger. Shikamaru brought his thumb - and Neji - down towards his face and pressed his lips to Neji's open mouth. His arms wrapped around Neji, sliding down his back and along his sides, enjoying the feel of the cool skin against his own.
Neji groaned softly, caressing Shikamaru's face for a moment before following his lead and running a hand along the side of the Nara's torso, over his flattened belly and up the front of one of his thighs. He enjoyed the way Shikamaru tensed beneath him as his hand slid over the hard ridge of his hipbone, then relaxed when his hand continued up his thigh rather than moving laterally across to his groin. Neji knew Shikamaru could only take so much teasing, though, so he didn't make him wait for long.
Long, nimble fingers wrapped around Shikamaru's rapidly hardening length and squeezed gently, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. Eager to bring his lover more pleasure, Neji moved to lie at Shikamaru's side rather than atop him and licked his way to a pink nipple. He relished the gasp of delight and the feel of Shikamaru's fingers twining in his hair down by his waist.
"Yes, love," Neji murmured, grazing the bump of skin with his teeth. "I want to make you feel good..." By the feel of Shikamaru's hips thrusting against his hand, and the soft groans his lover made, he was doing an admirable job of it. Neji stole another self-conscious glance at Shinji and Riki, and felt his face blush bright red. The two blondes had clearly followed Erika's advice and appeared very comfortable with each other. The quiet Riki was on his back with the talkative Shinji thrusting between his legs. They were very quiet, perhaps trying not to disturb the two ninja, or perhaps after so long in slavery they felt that making sounds of pleasure was rather redundant.
Grateful that they were no longer being watched, Neji looked back to Shikamaru. His fellow jounin opened his eyes and smiled, eyes bright with lust. Neji rubbed his thumb across the leaking tip of Shikamaru's cock and the dark eyes closed again, accompanied by a soft hiss of pleasure. The Hyuuga smiled and sat up, turning around and replacing his thumb with his lips. Shikamaru cried out, his hips bucking upwards, pushing his penis into Neji's mouth. Neji moaned softly around the length as he sucked it, holding his lover's hips down firmly with his forearm.
"Gods, Neji..." Shikamaru whimpered, tossing his head from side to side on the cushion. As if the heat and wetness of Neji's mouth wasn't enough to drive him wild, the skilful ministrations of his tongue made Shikamaru clench his hands into fists at his side. He wished he could make Neji feel as good as Neji was making him feel. "Neji," he whispered, brushing the Hyuuga's side with his fingertips. "Neji, let me..."
Neji looked back at his lover. Shikamaru's eyes were half-lidded with desire and implored him to let the Nara pleasure him. Who was Neji to refuse? Carefully, Neji stretched out and swung a leg over Shikamaru's head, letting Shikamaru's hands guide his hips until he was close enough to feel warm breath over his genitals. Shikamaru wasted no time putting his tongue to work, licking along the underside of Neji's cock and around the sides until Neji shuddered and took Shikamaru back into his mouth, sucking hungrily. Shikamaru mirrored the action, swallowing as the head of Neji's cock touched the back of his throat.
It fast became a battle of sorts, both men trying to provide the greatest pleasure to each other. Shikamaru pulled back off Neji's cock and tongued his balls, sucking at them playfully. Neji groaned and slid a finger along the crease of Shikamaru's buttocks, seeking his entrance. Shikamaru's hips undulated beneath him as the jounin wordlessly pleaded for more. Happy to oblige, Neji slid his index finger deep into the other man, smiling with satisfaction at the throaty moan his action wrought.
Shikamaru took Neji's erection in hand, rubbing his thumb firmly along the underside as he stroked it, while his mouth played upon the sacs dangling above him. He used his other hand to lift them, and trailed his tongue between and behind them, playing with the sensitive skin he found there. Neji squirmed atop him and slid another finger inside Shikamaru in retaliation, beginning to pump them in and out smoothly.
"Oh, gods..." moaned Shikamaru, feeling fire pool in his groin. "Neji, don't stop!" The Hyuuga renewed his efforts, timing the thrust of his fingers to match the pull of his lips on Shikamaru's cock. The tension in his lover's hips was telling, as was the desperate mouth returning to suckle on his penis once more. Shikamaru was close to the edge. Neji wasn't far off himself. The sight of his fingers disappearing into that tight little hole, the taste of the salty fluid leaking into his mouth, the feeling of Shikamaru's tongue lashing desperately around his cock as it ploughed his mouth, the Nara's fingers digging sharply into his hips, the sound of his lover's moans and whimpers beneath him...
Neji came with a groan, shuddering as Shikamaru eagerly swallowed against the head of his cock. His fingers curled unconsciously, tensing with the pleasure of climax, and he hit a spot inside Shikamaru that pushed his lover over the edge instantly. He let Shikamaru's spent cock slip from his mouth, and his cramped fingers from inside the Nara. He fought off the post-orgasmic lassitude for long enough to turn himself around and lie at Shikamaru's side. Shikamaru kissed him and gently stroked his hair. This time, there were no words as the two relaxed together, sharing the pleasant afterglow, content in each other's arms. Tomorrow seemed a world away.
*** End ***
Title: Sold
Author/Artist:
Pairing: Neji/Shika
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 5 - The Harem
Warnings: Slavery, original characters (not Mary Sues, I promise!). Again, the angst, but the end is in sight!
Author's Note: Follows on from 'Caged'.
Disclaimer: I wants me a Shika and a Neji to play with, but my birthday isn't until May.
***
Neji woke up, his mouth dry and his head feeling like it was full of cotton wool. He had been sedated, he realised, taking a moment to survey his situation. He was still naked and collared and was lying in a cage again, though not the cage out on the market floor - it seemed to be in a room of its own. Shikamaru was curled in a loose ball beside him in the cage. He was snoring. Neji stroked his hair idly and fingered the collar his lover wore. He felt a total idiot. He'd screwed up Shikamaru's rescue plan and now they were both caught, all thanks to his spectacular lack of control. He was furious at himself, and knew that Shikamaru would have every right to be furious at him too, when he slept off the sedative.
He heard voices approaching and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
"...wants how many?" It was the voice of the saleswoman from the market, the one who had 'hired' him out to Shikamaru.
"Four. His Excellency is going to outdo himself this year." A male voice, low and amused.
"I'll say. Last year he had a threesome, though, and from what I heard it went down well. If you'll excuse the pun." They both laughed.
Neji would have felt better if his Byakugan were working. Of course, if it were, that would mean his chakra wasn't being blocked and he would have been out of here already. The bastards really were well organised.
The door to the room opened and the saleswoman and her colleague entered. "I'm going to send him these two," she said. "Seriously, I have a feeling that they're trouble, and he does pay handsomely - much more than they're worth. Even if the white-eyed one is stunning, I don't see him ever breaking in properly and the customers don't like them to be fully sedated all the time."
"Which others are you going to send?"
"Hmm... I was thinking of number fifteen and number five. What do you think?"
There was a thoughtful pause. "Yes, I think that would work," the man said, finally. "They're all about the same age, and both five and fifteen are well-behaved, unlike number twelve. Also, their fair hair will contrast nicely with these two."
Neji forced himself to relax, to stop his eyebrow from twitching and his hands from clenching. They were being picked out like pieces of clothing or furniture, to match well with each other. He hated being thought of as less than human. It was worse than being looked down upon by the main house of Hyuuga.
"I'm glad we agree," said the woman. "Give them an extra dose of sedative and I'll get the other two. Lord Mitsugi's carriage should be here within the hour to collect them."
Neji's world faded to black.
***
Shikamaru became aware of somebody shaking him and gently slapping his face. He was being dragged reluctantly from his heavy, dreamless slumber. "Fuggoff, I'm sleeping," he muttered, reaching for the blanket to pull it over his head.
There was no blanket, and the shaking wasn't someone shaking him, but the whole surface he lay on jolting and bumping. A harder slap forced his eyes open. "Neji?" he mumbled, as his vision became clear enough to make out his lover.
The Hyuuga stroked his stinging cheek. "Shikamaru."
Shikamaru rolled onto his back and looked straight up. Overhead the ceiling was draped in soft-looking, dark burgundy fabric lit by daylight coming in through barred windows. The bars were shaped into decorative scrollwork, but they were bars nonetheless.
"We're in a carriage. We've been sold, I think, to a Lord Mitsugi."
"Lord Mitsugi?" came an unfamiliar male voice very nearby. Shikamaru sat up and saw that two other young men shared the carriage with himself and Neji. Both were blonde, naked, and both wore identical collars to Neji's. Belatedly, Shikamaru realised that he, too, was naked and collared. He blushed and tried to arrange himself modestly, backing into a corner of the carriage.
The blonde with long hair laughed softly, perhaps a little bitterly. "Never mind that. It's not like any of us have anything to hide."
The short-haired one piped up again, addressing Neji. "I beg your pardon, but did you say we are being sent to Lord Mitsugi?" Neji nodded, puzzled at the exclamation of joy that the man gave. "Then we're saved!"
Neji raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Lord Mitsugi throws a huge party each year for most of the nobles in the country. What makes his parties so famous is that he buys slaves - usually two - as entertainment for his guests. Afterwards, he sets them free!"
"Sets them free?" Neji queried incredulously.
"What kind of 'entertainment'?" Shikamaru asked at the same time, not turning his eyes from the window. He was carefully taking note of landmarks, constructing a mental map as best he could through the fog in his mind.
"Yes," the man answered Neji with a grin. "He's well-known for his generosity and charity. Every slave hopes to be chosen to entertain at his parties." He held out a hand in friendly greeting. "My name is Shinji, by the way. Just imagine; I'll soon be called by my name again, rather than just 'number five'."
Neji didn't take the offered hand, but nodded in polite recognition. "Hyuuga Neji. This is my lover, Nara Shikamaru." Shikamaru blushed at the possessiveness in Neji's tone and gave a lazy flick of his hand in a greeting of his own.
The quieter blonde introduced himself too. "I'm Hatsuo Riki."
Shikamaru repeated his earlier question. "What's this entertainment you mentioned?"
Shinji shrugged. "I don't know exactly; maybe dancing, maybe serving the guests, maybe putting on a performance. It could be anything. I suppose we'll be told what's expected of us when we arrive."
Wrapping his arms protectively around his chest, Shikamaru shuddered. "Forget it. I'm not performing for anybody."
"We don't have a choice." Riki's voice was low and even. "We've been bought for a reason, and we must live up to the expectations of our new owner. Besides, if it's as Shinji says, this will be the last time any of us have to suffer this sort of indignity." Shinji nodded eagerly in agreement.
"We shouldn't be suffering this at all." Shikamaru scowled. "It's so very wrong."
Neji looked away from Shikamaru. "I'm sorry," he said, speaking softly so that only Shikamaru could hear him over the rumble of the carriage wheels. "It's my fault they captured you. If I hadn't been so insistent..."
Shikamaru reached up and pressed a finger to Neji's lips, cutting him off. "Before you passed out, you said you loved me, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. And I do."
"Then trust that we will find a way out of this together." Shikamaru slid his hand around the side of Neji's head, into his hair, and pulled him down for a soft kiss. A gentle sigh escaped the Hyuuga as he returned the kiss, before remembering that they weren't alone. He pulled back and cleared his throat, looking slightly embarrassed.
The rest of the journey was spent in silence, the four young men contemplating their situations. Neji wanted more than anything for Shinji's story about Lord Mitsugi to be true. He knew that escape was impossible with the control collars on. As soon as he struggled, he was sedated. If this man would set them free, the collars would be removed and they could get out of there. After that, they could get back to the others and plan a full-out attack on the people who had enslaved them. He would look forward to making them suffer for the humiliation and indignities he had been put through. For that, he could bear this last shameful task.
Shikamaru couldn't get his head around it, the whole idea of his life not belonging to himself, of being commanded on a level he had no option to refuse. Sure, he was given commands in his life as a shinobi, but he could always refuse. There were consequences, of course, but he still had the choice. Now... hell, he didn't even have any clothes! And whatever they were going to make him do when they got to their destination - how would he fight it? He couldn't feel his chakra, which was an undercurrent of energy that he'd never really noticed until it was gone. There was taijutsu, of course, but the sedative made him feel sluggish and clumsy. He'd be lucky to land a decent punch on somebody, let alone fight for their freedom. This was troublesome indeed, and it was very difficult for him to formulate strategies with this persistent fog in his brain.
***
The carriage jolted to a stop and the four of them looked expectantly to the door, both Neji and Shikamaru adopting defensive postures out of habit. After a few minutes the carriage door opened, framing a middle-aged woman with a friendly face. She was dressed in formal livery in shades of blue.
"Alright boys," she said brightly, "Hop out of the carriage for me and we'll get you organised." She stepped back down to the ground and stood aside so that the men could exit the carriage. Shinji climbed out first, followed by Riki. Neji and Shikamaru followed reluctantly.
They found themselves in an open courtyard to the side of a palatial building. People in various kinds of domestic uniform walked by, many of them looking at the slaves with open curiosity. Shikamaru wished he could hide. This public nakedness was beyond humiliating. In fact, if the ground opened up and swallowed him at that moment, he would have been most grateful.
He was tapped on the shoulder. "Stand up straight, dear. Don't slouch." The woman smiled kindly at him before turning to address the group. "We're going inside now, boys. Follow me." She turned and led the way into the building. Guards flanked the four on both sides, keeping them together and herding them after the woman.
They couldn't see much of the palace from the side entrance, and they were ushered into a room just a short distance down the hallway. The door was slid shut behind them and two guards took up position inside the room on either side of it. The room had a closed door that may have led to another room, and also an office desk and chair, a large storage trunk and a row of cupboards along one wall.
The woman turned to look at them, her hands clasped in front of her in an almost motherly manner. "My name is Erika, and I am the slave trainer here. You are in the servants' quarters of the palace of Lord Yamada Mitsugi, where have been brought to be the main entertainment at His Majesty's spring banquet. You are expected to behave impeccably - after all, you are what many of the guests are here to see. His Majesty has never before had four slaves perform at once, so everyone will be expecting something really special this year."
Shikamaru glared. "And if we don't go along with this?" Shinji looked at him as if he was crazy, but Shikamaru ignored him.
Erika smiled. "It truly is in your best interest to behave. If your performance tomorrow evening pleases His Majesty, you will all be awarded your freedom. If you fail to co-operate, you will be sent back to the markets." She regarded him shrewdly. "That is incentive enough for most slaves."
Shikamaru exchanged an unhappy glance with Neji. He didn't want to do this, he didn't think he could bear it, but if they did, they would have their freedom without having to fight for it. While he avoided thinking too deeply about what their upcoming performance might entail, it seemed the path of least resistance, and his innate laziness appreciated that.
However, no part of the jounin appreciated what happened next. Erika stepped close to Neji and reached a white-gloved hand down to his flaccid member. "Let's see your full potential, dear," she murmured to him, stroking and squeezing the flesh to attention. Neji stared at the wall above the slave trainer's head, his teeth gritted as his body responded against his will.
Shikamaru could not stand by and watch his lover molested. Without thought, he rushed at her, shoving her roughly away from Neji with an angry cry. "Don't touch him!" The guards were on him in seconds, pinning his arms to his sides and holding him tightly while he struggled.
Erika's face was regretful. "How disappointing. I was hoping this would be an easy end to your slavery. I rarely have to punish any of the slaves brought in for the spring banquet, but I can see that you are in need of a little discipline. If you don't like me touching him like this, how are you going to handle a foursome in the middle of a crowded room?"
Foursome... Shikamaru mouthed the word in silent dismay. They were expected to... do that... for the entertainment of a palace full of nobles. And not just he and Neji, but with two strangers joining in as well. His mind rebelled at the thought of it. He writhed in the strong grip of the guards.
"Should we sedate him, ma'am?"
The slave trainer shook her head. "He needs to feel this." She spoke to the two blonde slaves. "Take an end of the chest each and bring it into the middle of the room." Riki and Shinji obeyed, pulling the heavy wooden chest away from the wall. Erika opened it and removed a rattan cane, closing the lid again. The guards dragged the unwilling Shikamaru over to the chest and stretched him over it. One knelt at his feet, holding his ankles, and the other took his wrists, pulling his body taut over the chest.
Riki and Shinji watched with grim fascination as the scene unfolded before them. Neji, however, was not lucky enough to hold the position of a mere spectator. Erika ordered him to take the place of the guard holding Shikamaru's wrists. "It will help to impress this lesson upon him," she explained. "If you are the one he cares about, and you are there with him, he cannot withdraw into himself."
Neji glared at her as he knelt before Shikamaru, taking his hands. He looked into his lover's eyes and the fear and anger he saw there made him want to hurt someone.
Erika took her place at Shikamaru's side and brought the cane down sharply on the back of his thighs. Shikamaru couldn't keep back a cry of pain. "You will behave," the slave trainer admonished him. "You will help to make this event a success, and by your actions you will earn your freedom." The cane came down again, leaving a red welt parallel to the first one. "This is your first and only warning. If you act up again, you will be sent back to the market for a replacement and I'm sure I needn't tell you that they will be much less merciful!" She laid down three more lines of pain, all evenly spaced a scant centimetre apart. Tears had sprung to Shikamaru's eyes unbidden and he gripped Neji's hands painfully tightly. Suddenly, Erika changed her angle and the blow fell across the red lines left by the previous strokes. Shikamaru's body jerked violently as an agonised scream tore from his throat. The tears flowed freely down his cheek and his breath came in broken sobs in between cries of agony at each lash of the hateful cane.
Seeing his lover reduced to this pierced Neji to his core. "Stop!" he cried, directing his words to the woman, though he was unable to tear his eyes from Shikamaru's. He was ignored as two more blows fell, making ten in total. Erika lowered the cane and ran a gloved finger over the abused skin on the back of Shikamaru's thighs. Shikamaru whimpered.
Erika came around to the front of him, crouching to look Shikamaru in the eyes. She grasped his chin in her hand, preventing him from looking away. "I did not wish to have to do that to you, dear, and I don't want to do it again. Will you behave? Shikamaru nodded, biting his lip and trembling. "I want your word on it."
"I promise," he choked out, his voice raw from crying. "It... it won't happen again."
Erika nodded in satisfaction. "Good," she said, motioning for the guard to release Shikamaru's ankles. The jounin winced as he brought his legs up beneath him and let Neji help him to his feet. He leaned heavily on the Hyuuga, too shaky to trust his own feet. "I suggest you rest for a bit," said the slave trainer, sliding open the door leading out of the room and turning on a light in the next. The four slaves followed her and found themselves in a small room with scattered cushions and blankets on the floor. "This is where you will sleep tonight. Make yourselves comfortable, my dears, then we'll talk about tomorrow."
Neji eased Shikamaru onto the cushions, belly down. He examined the angry red marks left by the cane. He could feel the heat radiating from the area without even touching it, though the skin wasn't broken. He looked up as Erika was handed a wet cloth by one of the guards. "Here," she said. "This will sting a little, but it will help cool you down." She laid it carefully over the welts, looking somewhat apologetic when Shikamaru hissed in pain. "I know it hurts, dear, but it will be better in a day or two." She retreated a few feet, then sat herself on a cushion, facing the four men.
"Now," she began. "The banquet begins at six-thirty in the evening. We'll begin preparing you boys at about midday to get you ready for your performance. The banquet hall is set up with many tables, all arranged around a central dais, which is where you will be. I think we should start with one of you out there when the guests arrive, though the dais is curtained. The curtains will be lifted once everyone is seated, and the second one will be led out to join the first." She paused a moment and regarded the slaves, first looking at Shinji and Riki, then at Neji and Shikamaru. Neji had Shikamaru's head cradled on his thigh, and he was stroking the shoulder-length hair soothingly.
"I think the two of you would be best as the first pair. There is an obvious chemistry between you, and the audience will enjoy that." Neji frowned at that. The feelings between himself and Shikamaru were personal, not for the enjoyment of others, but he dared not say anything lest either of them were caned again, or worse. Erika continued, oblivious to Neji's discomfort. "Now, it says in your papers that you are the dominant one, dear." She regarded Neji with some amusement. "I wouldn't have guessed, in truth. But it's good to break the stereotypes occasionally, right? So your lover will be out on the dais to begin with, then you will be brought in. It is then your task to ravish him completely, and I'll leave the details up to you. You know how best to please him, and yourself, just be sure to put on a good show. There will be toys and other things nearby which you may use to make things more interesting."
Shikamaru felt faint. This was unreal. It was like a wet dream gone wrong, and as much as he might have enjoyed the idea of it during his dreams, the reality was quite different. He shifted uncomfortably on the cushions, and Neji reached over, lifting and turning the cloth over his abused thighs. The renewed coolness was both pain and relief at once. He turned his attention back to what the woman was saying.
"Now, once these two are well into it," she had turned to look at the two blondes. "Both of you will be brought in, and you are to join in with them. It's not to be two couples; it is to be all four of you together. I suggest that you use tonight and tomorrow morning to get comfortable with each other. I want this to look natural, and I want you to all enjoy yourselves, or at least appear to. Any questions?"
Riki spoke up. "How long does this go on for?"
"The banquet is likely to go until midnight, with four courses of food. Lord Mitsugi will be making a speech at the end of it, which is when you will be awarded your freedom. I expect you to be most grateful and respectful to him."
"And after that, we are free to go?" Neji queried.
Erika nodded. "Once the guests leave, yes. Although for your own safety, I'd suggest you spend the night here and not venture out in the wee hours of the morning. It's better to wait until daylight. You will be given proper guest rooms for the remainder of the night, and you will have a good dinner and breakfast." She got to her feet and brushed the creases out of her uniform pants. "Speaking of which, I need to arrange for your food tonight, my dears. I'll be back in a moment." She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Shinji stretched on his cushion. "Well, it doesn't seem too difficult, or too unpleasant. After all, it's not often I get to share my pleasures with such attractive men." He made a face. "Or even with attractive men at all."
Riki chuckled softly. "Thankyou, I think."
Neji nodded in agreement. "The crowd aside, I have certainly been made to do worse." He shook his head lightly at Shikamaru's questioning look. "I'd rather not talk about it right now."
"It is easy enough to block out the crowd," said Riki. "I have... performed... in public before. As you say, it is not the worst thing one can be made to do." He idly twisted a strand of his long, blonde hair.
"But what about us?" asked Shikamaru, reaching up to touch Neji's face. "I'm not sure I like the idea of sharing." Neji kissed the palm of his hand softly.
"It'll be okay," he reassured him, looking over to the two blondes for confirmation. They nodded back.
"I'll be gentle," promised Shinji. "And if you two are already in the mood, it can only get better. You'll see."
At that moment, the door slid open and Erika returned, carrying a large tray. As she set it on the floor in a space bare of cushions, they could see that it contained four bowls of rice with vegetables, a jug of water and four plastic cups. The smell of the food made Shikamaru's stomach growl hungrily, and Shinji laughed as his did the same. "I'll leave this here for you, boys," said Erika. "And remember what I said about using your time wisely. I will be back at noon tomorrow. Have a good night, dears." She turned and left the room once more, locking the door this time.
Riki took two bowls from the tray and passed them to Neji and Shikamaru, so that Neji didn't have to move Shikamaru's head from where it rested on his thigh. The Hyuuga nodded his thanks. There were no eating utensils, but the men were too hungry to care. Eager fingers dug into the almost-hot rice and scooped it into open mouths. It felt good to have something warm and solid in their bellies again. One by one, the bowls were set down with sighs of satisfaction.
"So, what now?" Shinji wondered aloud, fidgeting with his collar. "It'll be so good to have this damn thing off," he sighed. A soft cry of surprise made him look over to the two dark-haired ninja. Shikamaru had captured two of Neji's fingers in his mouth and was sucking firmly on them. Neji's look of surprise and the blush on his cheeks made it clear that the sound had been his. Shikamaru released his fingers with a wet pop.
"You had a bit of carrot stuck to them," Shikamaru explained, blushing, but looking unapologetic.
Neji traced his lover's lips with his wet fingertips. "Indeed," he murmured. Another gasp was wrung from him when his fingers were pulled back into Shikamaru's mouth, the Nara's strong tongue teasing at them. "You can't tell me you missed a bit." Shikamaru threw him an innocent look that Neji didn't believe for one second. The older ninja leaned down to kiss his lover, using his wet fingers to trace a slow line along Shikamaru's jaw. As the kiss began to deepen, Shikamaru pushed Neji back.
"Hold on a minute, let me get comfortable." He carefully turned his body so he could lie on his back. The backs of his thighs came into contact with the cushions and he winced, lifting his knees to keep his tender skin out of contact with the fabric beneath him. The damp cloth fell to the floor.
"Put a couple more cushions under his hips," suggested Riki. "It'll help keep his thighs up."
Neji and Shikamaru looked over at the two blondes, embarrassed. Shinji waved a hand dismissively. "Don't mind us. Pretend we're not here." He smiled, watching as Neji took Riki's advice and slipped two more cushions under Shikamaru's hips, raising them up. The position was certainly an interesting one. It gave him ideas. "... Or let us know if you want any help," he added, chuckling at the blush on the faces of the two dark-haired men. The tenderness between them was touching, and Shinji almost found himself envious. He had not had a serious lover before he'd been taken into slavery, and there was certainly no illusion of affection from his many temporary masters and mistresses. He found himself looking forward to tomorrow night, to becoming part of the union between the two lovers, if only for a few hours.
"Is that better?" Neji asked softly, trying to ignore the two men watching them. Shikamaru nodded, reaching up to slide his fingers into Neji's hair and pulling him down into another deep kiss. Neji sat beside him and lay across his chest, cupping his lover's face between his hands. "It's nearly over. Just tomorrow, then we will be free."
Shikamaru sighed between kisses. "For me it's just beginning," he pointed out. "I've never had to be with anyone else. I've never wanted to. How can you face the thought of it so calmly?"
Neji understood his point. "I suppose in part because I've done it before... with strangers, I mean." He remembered the first time he was hired as a slave. He'd fought and struggled, tried to attack the man who hired him, and then the sedative had spread through his body, making his limbs heavy and his mind cloudy. It didn't dim his awareness enough that he couldn't see the man looming over him, or feel him intruding where only Shikamaru was welcome. It didn't stop the tears of shame and anger from spilling into his hair as he was driven into the bed again and again...
Shikamaru stroked his cheek, watching with concern as Neji's expression darkened.
The touch seemed to bring the Hyuuga back to himself, and he leaned gratefully into the caress. "At least this time, we will be together, and the strangers are as much victims of this as we are. They aren't doing this by choice, and they don't mean us harm." Neji finished. "It won't be like I suffered." He glanced briefly at the other two slaves and saw them to be quietly talking to each other, sitting close together. He caught Shikamaru's thumb between his lips and nibbled gently at it, seeking to distract himself from the dark memories.
Shikamaru sighed and shifted restlessly beneath Neji. He blushed hotly when his thumb slid past his lover's teeth and met Neji's curious tongue. After teasing his thumb for a long while, the tongue slipped out and tickled the webbing between Shikamaru's thumb and forefinger. Shikamaru brought his thumb - and Neji - down towards his face and pressed his lips to Neji's open mouth. His arms wrapped around Neji, sliding down his back and along his sides, enjoying the feel of the cool skin against his own.
Neji groaned softly, caressing Shikamaru's face for a moment before following his lead and running a hand along the side of the Nara's torso, over his flattened belly and up the front of one of his thighs. He enjoyed the way Shikamaru tensed beneath him as his hand slid over the hard ridge of his hipbone, then relaxed when his hand continued up his thigh rather than moving laterally across to his groin. Neji knew Shikamaru could only take so much teasing, though, so he didn't make him wait for long.
Long, nimble fingers wrapped around Shikamaru's rapidly hardening length and squeezed gently, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. Eager to bring his lover more pleasure, Neji moved to lie at Shikamaru's side rather than atop him and licked his way to a pink nipple. He relished the gasp of delight and the feel of Shikamaru's fingers twining in his hair down by his waist.
"Yes, love," Neji murmured, grazing the bump of skin with his teeth. "I want to make you feel good..." By the feel of Shikamaru's hips thrusting against his hand, and the soft groans his lover made, he was doing an admirable job of it. Neji stole another self-conscious glance at Shinji and Riki, and felt his face blush bright red. The two blondes had clearly followed Erika's advice and appeared very comfortable with each other. The quiet Riki was on his back with the talkative Shinji thrusting between his legs. They were very quiet, perhaps trying not to disturb the two ninja, or perhaps after so long in slavery they felt that making sounds of pleasure was rather redundant.
Grateful that they were no longer being watched, Neji looked back to Shikamaru. His fellow jounin opened his eyes and smiled, eyes bright with lust. Neji rubbed his thumb across the leaking tip of Shikamaru's cock and the dark eyes closed again, accompanied by a soft hiss of pleasure. The Hyuuga smiled and sat up, turning around and replacing his thumb with his lips. Shikamaru cried out, his hips bucking upwards, pushing his penis into Neji's mouth. Neji moaned softly around the length as he sucked it, holding his lover's hips down firmly with his forearm.
"Gods, Neji..." Shikamaru whimpered, tossing his head from side to side on the cushion. As if the heat and wetness of Neji's mouth wasn't enough to drive him wild, the skilful ministrations of his tongue made Shikamaru clench his hands into fists at his side. He wished he could make Neji feel as good as Neji was making him feel. "Neji," he whispered, brushing the Hyuuga's side with his fingertips. "Neji, let me..."
Neji looked back at his lover. Shikamaru's eyes were half-lidded with desire and implored him to let the Nara pleasure him. Who was Neji to refuse? Carefully, Neji stretched out and swung a leg over Shikamaru's head, letting Shikamaru's hands guide his hips until he was close enough to feel warm breath over his genitals. Shikamaru wasted no time putting his tongue to work, licking along the underside of Neji's cock and around the sides until Neji shuddered and took Shikamaru back into his mouth, sucking hungrily. Shikamaru mirrored the action, swallowing as the head of Neji's cock touched the back of his throat.
It fast became a battle of sorts, both men trying to provide the greatest pleasure to each other. Shikamaru pulled back off Neji's cock and tongued his balls, sucking at them playfully. Neji groaned and slid a finger along the crease of Shikamaru's buttocks, seeking his entrance. Shikamaru's hips undulated beneath him as the jounin wordlessly pleaded for more. Happy to oblige, Neji slid his index finger deep into the other man, smiling with satisfaction at the throaty moan his action wrought.
Shikamaru took Neji's erection in hand, rubbing his thumb firmly along the underside as he stroked it, while his mouth played upon the sacs dangling above him. He used his other hand to lift them, and trailed his tongue between and behind them, playing with the sensitive skin he found there. Neji squirmed atop him and slid another finger inside Shikamaru in retaliation, beginning to pump them in and out smoothly.
"Oh, gods..." moaned Shikamaru, feeling fire pool in his groin. "Neji, don't stop!" The Hyuuga renewed his efforts, timing the thrust of his fingers to match the pull of his lips on Shikamaru's cock. The tension in his lover's hips was telling, as was the desperate mouth returning to suckle on his penis once more. Shikamaru was close to the edge. Neji wasn't far off himself. The sight of his fingers disappearing into that tight little hole, the taste of the salty fluid leaking into his mouth, the feeling of Shikamaru's tongue lashing desperately around his cock as it ploughed his mouth, the Nara's fingers digging sharply into his hips, the sound of his lover's moans and whimpers beneath him...
Neji came with a groan, shuddering as Shikamaru eagerly swallowed against the head of his cock. His fingers curled unconsciously, tensing with the pleasure of climax, and he hit a spot inside Shikamaru that pushed his lover over the edge instantly. He let Shikamaru's spent cock slip from his mouth, and his cramped fingers from inside the Nara. He fought off the post-orgasmic lassitude for long enough to turn himself around and lie at Shikamaru's side. Shikamaru kissed him and gently stroked his hair. This time, there were no words as the two relaxed together, sharing the pleasant afterglow, content in each other's arms. Tomorrow seemed a world away.
*** End ***