A Troublesome Series of Events

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It's a bit short again, but... >3> I couldn't not stop there.

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Sasuke sighed, feeling relieved to have finally made his decision. A cold weight settled in the pit of his stomach at the thought of what would happen because of it, but it was much less of a burden then what he’d had before.

“…We should clean up.” Sasuke said after shifting his legs and feeling the sticky mess he’d left on Shikamaru get pressed against himself.

Shikamaru nodded, but didn’t move. He felt extra lethargic after climaxing, but he knew they did need to clean. And go speak with the Hokage. He felt nervous about doing that himself, but it had to be done.

He heaved a sigh after a minute and pulled away from Sasuke’s embrace, sitting up.

Sasuke sat up as well, stretching his arms above his head languidly. He got above the covers, crawling to the edge of the bed and getting off, walking casually to the clothing he hadn’t bothered to put back on yet.

“…Do you have clothes I could borrow?” He said, after toeing at his old clothing. He liked the pants alright, they weren’t that far off from what he’d used to wear anyway, but the giant purple tie had never been his thing.

Shikamaru stood from the bed, slipping his pajama pants the rest of the way off. He balled them up, making sure to cover the cum and tossed them into his hamper. He’d do laundry later today.

He glanced over at Sasuke momentarily before moving over to his chest of drawers. He opened them and tossed Sasuke a pair of boxers, a black shirt and pants.

“Don’t have much more than that besides formal wear,” he said as he took out clothes for himself. “I’m going to take a quick shower, then you can if you want.”

Sasuke grabbed the boxers, pulling them up his legs. It felt a little strange to have his genitalia covered after being naked and comfortable for so long. He pulled up the pants as well, noting that they were tighter then what he normally wore. So, even after they’d both grown, Shikamaru was still scrawnier than him.

“Are you eating properly?” He said, lightly teasing as he flexed his calf, watching the material stretch over his muscles nicely. These were the kind of pants you slipped on when you wanted to impress someone, or happened to pull a size to small.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes, smirking a little. “I eat when I can,” he said simply. He eyed Sasuke briefly, liking the way he looked in them, and wandered off into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and moved further in, placing his clothes on the floor before getting into the shower area. He wished he had time for a soak as well, but just a shower would have to do.

“Shouldn’t he be eating for two…?” Sasuke wondered to himself, pulling on the black shirt. He looked down, seeing that the shirt was clinging even more tightly to his chest. He knew the Nara had muscles on him, he’d felt them under his body more than once now, how was it he could still be so… tiny in comparison?

“Hmm… Should I join him… Or let him have some peace…” Sasuke thought aloud, glancing around the room. “Well, I guess I can let him have some peace while I go look around his house.” Sasuke said in an almost genial way, walking out to go exploring.

Shikamaru was out of the bathroom within ten minutes, dressed and a towel hanging over his shoulders, using another one to dry off his hair. Once it was dry enough, he hung his towels over his dresser to dry. He combed through his hair a few times before putting it into the usual ponytail then headed back out into the rest of his house.

Sasuke came back from his exploration of the kitchen, seeing not much besides quick and easy cooking supplies throughout it all. He picked at his shirt, smirking at the Nara as he leaned his hip to the side, in obviously a pose fashion.

“You choose these because they make me look sexy, or is that a bonus?” He asked, his smirk not receding a bit.

Shikamaru mirrored his smirk, slipping his hands into his pants pockets.

“Oh, it’s a bonus. But one I wouldn’t mind seeing every day,” he said as he walked closer. He leaned forward, placing a small kiss on Sasuke’s cheek and blushing just a little.

Sasuke’s smirk softened at Shikamaru’s show of affection. He grasped his chin, gently turning the Nara’s face and placing a kiss on his lips, lasting only a few seconds longer than the one he’d given to his cheek.

“I wouldn’t mind wearing it… Almost every day.” Sasuke said, correcting himself in the end. It may have been years, but he remembered his fangirls. He wouldn’t mind Shikamaru undressing him with his eyes every day, but not a horde of mindless fangirls.

Shikamaru chuckled, quirking an eyebrow. “Well, you can borrow my clothes anytime. So, um…” he started, growing more serious. “Want something quick to eat, and then later on go to see Tsunade and get that over with tonight?”

“Are we eating here?” Sasuke asked. It wouldn’t be that smart to eat out in public, but… He’d just gone through Shikamaru’s cupboards and fridge. Nothing was exactly appetizing in there. As for the Tsunade issue, he knew he should get it done as soon as possible, but he really didn’t want to do it now. He was barely comfortable with the idea of being back himself, let alone convincing others of the fact. He really just wanted to hang around with Shikamaru for the day, but he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to.

Shikamaru shrugged, moving into his kitchen to check what he had. “I’m sure I can pull something off with what I’ve got. If you’re picky about that, though, we can probably get something delivered here.”

“I’m not all that picky… I don’t like sweets.” Sasuke said, stepping into the kitchen and standing behind Shikamaru. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself, whether to stand in the living room, sit at the table, or stand at the kitchen entryway. He chose to watch Shikamaru, looking over his shoulder at all that he had, despite having already looked through it.

He was also feeling the need to touch the boy again. He didn’t know where all his insatiable hormones came from, but he couldn’t seem to not want to stroke and lick the other’s skin, images of pressing him into the counter mounting within his mind. He shook his head, attempting to clear it of his sexual urges, and failing. Miserably.

Shikamaru just nodded, already knowing about his dislike for sweets. He brought down a bag of rice from a cupboard, placing it on the counter. “Can you start steaming the rice? The cooker should be in that lower cabinet,” he said, pointing over to it.

He moved to the fridge, taking out a bell pepper, a leftover chicken breast, a bottle of teriyaki sauce and an onion. He placed them on the opposite counter and grabbed a knife, starting to slice the food up. He was careful cutting the pepper, making sure to throw away bruised parts before moving to thinly slice the onion.

Sasuke nodded, wondering why the Nara was putting forth effort to make an actual meal. He’d seen the quick, five minute meals dominating his cupboards. He found the cooker, pulling it out and filling it with rice as instructed, his mind elsewhere entirely.

Would Shikamaru look better bent over the counter, or would he want to see his face while he thrust into him? His eyes slightly glazed as he debated this in his mind, adding the water as he mentally pictured himself pumping into the Nara, deciding bent over the counter would be better. He could bite his nape that way.

Shikamaru, unaware of Sasuke’s thoughts, brought out a frying pan and placed it on top of the stove, throwing in the vegetables and a large slice of butter. He turned on the burner, and watching as the butter melted, moved the food around with a spatula. Once he got it going, he left it to cook on its own; to caramelize as he went to cut up the chicken.

After a couple minutes, he added the sauce and chicken to the vegetables, stirring it all together.

Sasuke leaned his hip against the counter, not needing to pay attention all that much to the rice as it absorbed the water, swelling in size. He shifted his legs, feeling something else swollen pressing at the borrowed clothing.

His fantasy had shifted gears, now that he was able to just relax and idly watch Shikamaru moving about the kitchen. Instead of simply ramming into his stretched entrance, he was leaning just like he was; pants unzipped and pulled down, the Nara’s mouth between his legs, helping him with his problem.

He licked his lips, imagining the feel of his smart-ass mouth sliding down his turgid cock, the steam from the rice cooker not nearly as hot as the warm mouth swallowing down his length.

Shikamaru turned the burner to its lowest setting and placed a top on to cover the food as it continued to simmer. He yawned, covering his mouth with a hand, and turned around to face Sasuke. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming.

“Do you like cooking that much?”

Sasuke’s gaze returned to Shikamaru, momentarily super imposing the boy in front of him with the boy he wanted kneeling before him. He blinked, registering what Shikamaru had said and smirking himself.

“Mmm, it’s not cooking I’m thinking about.” He said huskily, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting his legs again.

Shikamaru chuckled and moved to lean against the counter behind himself. He slipped his hands into his pockets again, crossing his legs at the ankles.

“Why don’t you go take care of it?” he asked, smirk growing. “You have ten minutes before the food should be ready.”

“I would prefer it if you took care of it, actually.” Sasuke said, his smirk taking on a devious tilt. He uncrossed his arms, stepping forward, towards Shikamaru. He pressed his erection against the other, sliding his hands over his hips and under his arms, brushing past the wrists sticking out of his pockets and holding him around the waist.

“Really now?” he asked, smirk still in place. He didn’t move except to arch his back a little so Sasuke’s hands could settle easier on his back. “And just what would you want me to do?”

“Well, I was imagining you sucking me off, but I’m flexible.” Sasuke said, bending his neck and kissing the boy. He snuck his hands down, pulling Shikamaru forward so he could slip his hands over his ass, squeezing. He pushed even more insistently against Shikamaru’s groin with his stiff length, loving the sparks of pleasure the minimal friction caused.

Shikamaru returned the kiss, uncrossing his legs to get more balance. He moved his hands out from his pockets and rested them on Sasuke’s hips, a finger hooking beneath the hem on each side.

He parted from the kiss to mutter, “Just say what you want and we’ll see.”

Sasuke’s mind was reeling, trying to figure out the best way to get the most pleasure in the limited time they had. Everything that was coming to the front of his brain would take more then what they had, unfortunately.

“Well… First off, I’d love it if you could undress me. Your pants were tight to begin with.” Sasuke said, kissing him again while he continued groping the Nara’s buttocks, slipping one hand away and sliding it down his pants, finger gliding between his cheeks until he felt the pucker.

Shikamaru shivered and pressed back into the kiss, tongue hesitantly flicking out against his lips after a second. He slid his hands to the front of the pants and unbuttoned then, sliding the zipper down and purposely adding pressure onto his groin as it lowered.

Sasuke hissed lightly into the kiss, circling the hole with his hand and clenching the other. His eyes fluttered, hips pressing forward without his control. He pulled back from the kiss, smirking at Shikamaru.

“Hah, good… Once you’re done with that, the real fun can begin.” His voice was deep with lust as he said it, instigating another kiss.

Shikamaru opened his mouth to comment back but anything he was going to say was cut off by the kiss. He moved his hands back across Sasuke’s hips and dipped his fingers under both the pants and boxers, sliding them down at the same time.

Sasuke sucked in a breath, his back arching as his erection was finally freed. The air felt cool on his length, the head of his member already leaking pre-cum down its red sides. He breathed out, pushing a finger inside Shikamaru’s warm entrance, circling the ring of muscle.

“Where do you want to do it?” Sasuke asked, pulling away once again from Shikamaru’s lips. He wanted his fantasy to come true, definitely, but he also wanted his original one to happen. He knew he had the stamina to enjoy Shikamaru’s mouth and move on to penetration, but he still wasn’t sure where they would be doing all this.

Shikamaru shuddered, leaning his forehead against Sasuke’s shoulder. He pulled away after a second, quickly kissing him.

“Mm, sit down?” he suggested, knowing they shouldn’t move from the kitchen lest their food burned. Even though it was a little unsanitary.

Sasuke leaned into the kiss, missing the press of lips when the other male pulled back to speak. He descended lower, beginning to nibble and bite at his neck while he moved his finger more.

“Sit down where?” He asked, several different places coming to mind with the suggestion.

“Depends on what you want to do,” he said between pants and soft moans. Shikamaru shifted his hips back a little against the hand.

“Chair sounds good. Or counter.” Sasuke said, drawing back to view the mark he’d left. Tsunade would be able to tell what they’d been doing this morning, definitely. He smirked at the thought and pushed his uncovered erection against Shikamaru’s trapped one, adding a second finger.

Shikamaru groaned softly, squirming a little. He lifted his head and nodded, pulling away reluctantly to lead him to a chair without another word.

Sasuke pulled his hands back, allowing himself to be dragged over to the chair. He sat down, spreading his legs without much prompt or any shy feelings. He smirked, sliding one hand up the underside of his heavy cock, feeling the slickness of his seed across the red skin.

Shikamaru swallowed thickly, pushing back any nervous feelings as he slowly dropped to his knees. He shifted until he was between Sasuke’s legs. He rested his hands against the Uchiha’s inner thighs and leaned forward. After another moment’s pause, he licked up the erection, following the path his hand has taken just a second before.

Sasuke’s legs twitched, his torso shivering. He hissed softly, feeling the knot of pleasure in his gut start to twist and churn. He found his hand snaking into Shikamaru’s hair of its own accord, tightening around the locks.

Shikamaru paused, shivering a little. He had to remind himself that this was Sasuke, not the snake sannin. He had control this time; he wasn’t helpless. He released a held breath, pulling himself together again.

He turned his gaze upwards, watching the other’s face as he gently latched his lips around the head and swirled his tongue against it.

Sasuke leaned his head back, letting a breath out as his spine arched, bowing away from the chair back. His hand tightened convulsively in Shikamaru’s hair, breath beginning to come out in pants.

“Shikamaru!” A loud shout was heard, the door to the apartment slammed open and then closed as a blond came hurrying in, barely focusing on anything in his deliriously happy mood. Iruka-sensei had given him some money to take the Nara out for ramen!

“Shika—“ He stopped short, his smile dropping at the sight he stepped up to. Was that… it… couldn’t be… His entire frame trembled, shock, rage, embarrassment, shame. He reached out a trembling hand, fingers twitching slightly in disbelief. “S-sasuke? What… Shikamaru?”