Artifical Lover

Title: Artificial Lover
Author: Blurredoasis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: swearing, yaoi, AU, explicit sex between two males
Pairings: Kiba/Shikamaru, Shikamaru/Ino (implied)
Summary: Shikamaru's life is redundant, so he takes a trip to a brothel to get a little spice back into life. There he meets Kiba.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be mine, so I don't make any money off these boys and their fun together.

“You're my artificial lover,
And I'm your secret sin...”


Nara Shikamaru sighed, leaning his head onto the cool window of the limousine. A dreary day this was going to be. The weather had proved that already, overcasting the skies with dull clouds, blanketing the entire town in a shaded gray. To add to the overall gloomy outlook, next to him sat his wife of two years Ino, chattering like the world was going to end in five minutes and she had to say everything before they died.

It's a damn shame the world isn't ending.

“Shikamaru!” Ino whined when she realized once again that he wasn't listening. Arranged marriages are a bitch, just like my wife.

“Yes, Ino?” he asked warily, eying the third person in the back seat with them. Chouji smiled empathically, shrugging at the predicament.

“Where are we going for lunch today? You have that meeting at one, right?” He nodded his agreement to the second question, ignoring her first. Instead he laid his head back on the window, hoping she would just let it drop and move on to some other topic he could ignore easier. Pulsating uncontrollably in the back of his head, his veins felt like they were going to snap. Rubbing the spot, trying to ignore the molten hot glare at the back of his neck, he quickly counted down to ten. Just as he whispered “ten”, she hissed a curt “Well?” impatiently tapping her high heel on the carpeted floor. “Lunch? You are eating with me before the meeting right?”

Chouji, god bless the man, proved once again why Shikamaru had his best friend be his bodyguard too. “Shikamaru, I'm not sure if you have time to have lunch. It’s 11:30 now, if it takes an hour to have lunch we’ll get done at about 12:30. We would need to drop Ino-san at home and the office is a half an hour away.”

“Chouji, you bring up a good point. Sorry Ino we can't have lunch. We should drop you off now, eh?” She scowled to Shikamaru's words, sending horrible glances to Chouji.

“Bastards,” she hissed. “My father will hear about this!”

“That I can't have lunch with you?” He questioned back, watching the buildings go by. For a moment, he glimpsed a couple walking hand and hand down the street and he wished that was him. A simpler life with someone he loved. That would be blissful.

“Arg!” She squealed louder. “You keep avoiding me Shikamaru. Our parents want us to have kids. We haven't had sex in months. Who’s the tramp? What girl do you have on the side? You can't tell me this whole time you've had sex with nobody?”

“Does this mean,” Shikamaru sighed, “that you've had sex with other people in these past months? If you can't believe I'm staying faithful to our vows, then it probably means you haven't either.”

Ino shut up immediately, folding her arms across her chest and scowling to herself. She hadn't been 13 years old for eons now, but still acted very much like it. Why his dad and her dad thought that it would be a good union, Shikamaru never understood. It probably had to do with the fathers being good friends since childhood more than anything. Over drinks, they must have figured what better way to get the permanently bachelor bound Shikamaru married than to stick him with Ino. A ridiculous thought, since the two had basically grown up together like brother and sister and had more arguments with each other than touching moments. Even their wedding night—which he supposed should have ended with some amazing sex—was spent with Ino and her girlfriends at some strip club while Shikamaru wallowed into a liquor bottle by himself. Not that he minded being alone, any place without her was much better than being with her. But he didn't get to ponder it long as the driver pulled up to their mansion. Ino stormed out of the car, slamming the door behind her and nearly getting her wispy purple summer dress caught in it. Even as she disappeared into the house, her voice clearly could be heard whining childishly for the servants to get her father on the phone immediately. He would hear it later, no doubt, as his father in law was immensely protective of his daughter.

“Where would you like to go, Nara-san?” The driver asked, tilting his head briefly to look back.

Lifting his head finally off the glass, he grinned to his bodyguard. “Lunch, of course. Uh, hmmm. Where should we go Chouji?”

“I would suggest somewhere near the office, Shikamaru. Maybe the grill restaurant we went to last time?”

“Alright.” The car started again, driving away from the house. Silently, he counted down the moments. If anything, this world was too predictable. He worked for his father, who had a very successful business training people for bodyguards and such jobs like that. Shikamaru handled the financial part of the business, being quite the wizard at numbers. He had been doing it since he was 15 and now, only five years later, everything was quite mundane. He woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, listened to Ino bitch, and went to the office. The only slight change in his routine were the various meetings scattered throughout the day, but there were always the same people there so the differences were only subtle. He came home for dinner to hear Ino still bitching, usually at something some poor servant did. In their two years of marriage they had gone through at least three people for every type of servant they had, except for two positions. Shikamaru's bodyguard would always be Chouji, no matter how much Ino complained about him. He was after all the only one Shikamaru trusted his life to, so if his dad was insistent about someone following him everywhere it was going to Chouji. The only other servant Ino hadn't fired was Uchiha Sasuke, the pool boy. Shikamaru had guessed, and now was basically told, that the man was doing other things around the house besides cleaning the pool. Ah, but why should it matter? It was a marriage on paper only.

“Shikamaru,” Chouji said, breaking his thoughts, “we're here.”

“Wait a minute, Chouji, before you get out. It should be any moment.”

“Any moment, Shikamaru?” As if to answer the question, Shikamaru's cell phone rang, eliciting a knowing nod from Chouji.

Shikamaru flipped it open, speaking into the receiver. “Hello?” What resulted was a fifteen minute rant from his mother. The chain always worked this way. Ino complained to her father, who complained to Shikamaru's father, who in turned asked his wife to put their son back into his proper place. It always took about twenty minutes for this to all happen and he could easily count down the minutes from Ino calling to his mom's yelling. Another predictable moment in his life.

After the rant, in which he didn't listen but only voiced his agreement when there was those brief pauses of silence, the two good friends went off to lunch. And once lunch was done, the two went to the weekly meeting with all the other men who held high positions, reporting how the various departments were doing. Shikamaru mumbled through his speech about the progress of the business' finances, and promptly ignored everything before and after it.

It wasn't until he was sauntering back to the limo that he pulled Chouji off aside, trying to hold back the whine that was circling his mind. “Chouji man, I'm bored. It’s the same shit every week. I could have done that whole meeting by myself, cause they never say anything new. There's gotta be something in this town to do. Something I haven't before.”

Chouji smiled weakly, shrugging. “Shikamaru, I'm not sure what you want to do. When I have time to spare I go eat, but you don't have the same affection for food that I do. What do you want?”

Something new. “I overheard there’s a new “house” opening on the edge of the town. If the pool boy is good enough for Ino, why can't I wander a little too?” Chouji blinked, quite confused.

“Oh wait, you mean the brothel, Shikamaru? I heard that too. And I believe it is right around here. Would you like to go visit?”

“Hmm. Why not? It would be something new, eh?” Chouji nodded his agreement.

The two slipped into the limo and asked the driver to take them to the edge of town. The brothel was indeed close to the office, somewhere that someone could easily visit during a lunch time break. Shikamaru knew from listening to his employees that this particular house had males and females, a rarity among brothels. There was even a wicked rumor going around that Seiji, one of his accountants, had a threesome with a woman and a man there. Personally, Shikamaru had never experience anything with another male. It wasn't that he didn't want to try, he was definitely curious, but no guy ever plopped in his lap. He had enough of a difficulty working up the bravery to ask girls out and the taboo of two males together made his courage nonexistent. However, by the time they pulled up to the ordinary looking house he had decided to explore today. If there was a good looking male, he was going for it.

A busty blond lady met Shikamaru at the front door, smiling sweetly. For a second there, he pondered sex with her, but an image of death by suffocation between those two boobs squashed any more thoughts.

“Hello, my name is Tsunade, and I'm the madame here at Happy Endings. What is your pleasure today?” She purred, running a hand through her hair and jutting her hip out.

“Looking for something new.” Shikamaru said, eying the two doors on either side of the entry way.

“Ok. Male or female?” Shikamaru shrugged, having a hard time voicing his decision. “Hmm, well, would you like to walk through, maybe see if someone picks up your fancy?” He shrugged again. Maybe this would be too much trouble. “Well, follow me.” She took him through the door on the left. The room they entered was dimly lit, with a dozen girls or so sitting around in various positions on various pieces of furniture, talking to each other. When the two entered, the talk nearly ceased as they took poses to show off their bodies, trying to sell the 'product'. Shikamaru's eyes scanned over them, stopping for a second on a blond who hid half her face behind a cream colored fan, but eventually passed her over. Her similarity to Ino was sickening and the whole purpose of this was new things. A few gave him winks, and calls of 'over here big boy', but none of them drew his attention. Nothing special.

“None of our girls perk you, do they?” The woman asked, giving him a look.

“They're nice—” He started, about to shrug again. Decisions just didn't come easy to him.

“Ah, alright, let's go look at the boys then.” She brought him back through the foyer and to the other door. This room was a little brighter, with less people. Six men sat randomly throughout the room, and it lacked the chatter that had been constant in the girl's room. Once again he looked them over, but this time one caught his eyes. A man, who perhaps could have been around his age or just a little younger, was lounging suggestively on the couch. It might have been the outfit, a large contrast to what he normally interacted with. The man wore black leather shorts that ended mid thigh, the front zipper an inch undone, giving a little peek of the curls down there. They were also tight, emphasing a good sized budge and nicely toned legs. His shirt was a silky maroon red v neck tee shirt, exposing a good piece of the smooth muscular chest underneath. He wore a collar with spikes, one of his fingers idly playing with the metal loop where a leash was supposed to be attached. His lips were pulled back into a very animalistic grin, adding to the feral energy that rolled off of his body. He was thin, but toned, the muscles giving little raises under the tight clothing.

“Do you want him?” The woman purred into his ear, resting a hand lightly on Shikamaru's shoulder.

“Sure.” Why the hell not?

The man climbed off the couch, and walked over to the two. If he had been on all fours, Shikamaru would have sworn the man was half wolf, the way his arms and legs fluidly moved, nearly stalking over. A wolf with his eyes on a prey. That grin didn't leave when his came to Shikamaru's side, gingerly grasping a wrist.

“Have fun,” She called as the man pulled Shikamaru out of the room. Instead of taking the door that went to the foyer, he took him through the only other door in the room. It led them to a hall full of doors, no doubt rooms for each of the boys he had just seen. They took the third one on the right. Inside was a lavish bedroom with silk sheets, velvet everywhere, and candle lighting.

“I can turn on more lights, if you like.” He must have noticed Shikamaru staring at the candles.

“This is fine. What's your name?”

That grin again. Women must crumble under that grin. It was even making Shikamaru weak at the knees. “You can call me Kiba.”

“Ah.” He watched as Kiba walked over to the bed, sitting down carefully on the edge.

“This is your first time, isn't it?”

“With a whore or a man? Because it is yes to both of them.” Kiba's eyes widening slightly.

“Oh, a virgin. My lucky day.”

“Ah yes.” Shikamaru cleared his throat, looking around at various things in the room. That grin haunted him on how much it was effecting him, drawing him in until the world cease to exist. How could one man's raw smirk hit his core so numbingly?

“Well, what would you like then?”

Shikamaru shrugged. “We'll see where things take us.”

“You know the prices?”

“Doesn't matter. I'm willing to pay anything.”

Kiba nodded, patting the spot next to him on the bed. Shikamaru obeyed, and sat down, after taking off his jacket and throwing it on a nearby chair. “Well, I am at your mercy.” Kiba huskily whispered, leaning over and gently nibbling at the spot above Shikamaru's collar. This got him a moan, as Shikamaru bent his head away, giving him more open neck to play with. “You want things rough or sweet?” Kiba asked, carefully untucking his client's shirt.

Things, for the past five years, had been sweet. “Rough.” He replied.

Kiba climbed into Shikamaru's lap, his mouth still assaulting the jugular. He interjected nibbles every now and then between the sucks and licks.

“Ahh—uhh--” Shikamaru moaned, his hands instinctively finding Kiba's hip bones and squeezing, guiding the man to slowly grind their bodies together. Fuck, he couldn't believe he was doing this, sitting on soft silk sheets with a man on his lap, their two growing erections tentatively crushing into each other.

“Eager?” Kiba breathy whispered, his fingers nimbly undoing each button of Shikamaru's shirt. They both groaned as Kiba's gnawing hips pushed forcefully onto the other's, pausing for a second before going back to his pumping beat. Mind spinning, the last time Shikamaru felt this numbing close to the edge so quickly was the first time he ever had sex. Damn, has it really been that long?

"It has been awhile...." Shikamaru mumbled more to himself than Kiba trailing off into a moan when Kiba dipped his hand down between them, fumbling to unbutton Shikamaru's pants. Getting them undone, he stepped back for a second, yanking the pants and boxers down to the floor. As he worked on his own clothes, a smirk crept on his lips. Shikamaru's eyes followed every move he made, a hand idly stroking his erection, the pale fingers slipping up and over the pre cum dripping head. Kiba sat back onto Shikamaru's lap, grinning as Shikamaru stared at the two hard cocks next to each other, pressed up tightly between their bodies.

Kiba's fingers trailed up Shikamaru's cock, feather like touches wisping over the engorged veins. Shikamaru croaked softly, shifting his hips upward in a demand. Kiba complied, tightening his grip around the member and rhythmically pumping, Shikamaru's hips working with the movement.

Kiba leaned down to nibble along Shikamaru's collarbone, pushing with his forehead as the other head got in his way. Shikamaru obeyed again, craning his neck as far back as it could, giving Kiba open reign to lick, taste, and touch every piece of him. This went on for a few minutes, the quickening pace of Kiba's hands matching the demanding mouth of his, nibbling and nuzzling every piece of flesh in front of him. He scared himself after a few minutes of this, realizing he had never done this feverish pace with a client before. He tried to back off, to slow down, to detach himself from the all consuming task, but the pitiful little groan that escaped Shikamaru's lips when he slowed down and the lower lip that twitched slightly in disappointment blanked out whatever reserves he had. He spilled his whole soul into it, wanting to hear the man call his name in a breathless cry.

"Kiiiibaaaah...” God, the way his name rolled off of Shikamaru's tongue nearly sent Kiba in an early ejaculation. He held it back with quite a struggle as Shikamaru hoarsely whispered, “Stop, I'm going to--" Shikamaru's fingers trailed down Kiba's side, squeezing the hips tightly. Kiba grunted, pushing his body onto Shikamaru, pleased as the other cried, throwing his head back. A second later, white liquid squirted out, landing on both men's chest and thighs. Shikamaru gasped, eyes glued on the hand on his now flaccid cock and the gooey fluid Kiba was faintly thumbing into the trembling flesh. Shikamaru's eyes darted over slightly, very aware of the other man's predicament. Kiba was still rock hard, though his member was shaking with anticipation and a dribble of pre-cum was oozing out.

“I—ahh...” Shikamaru trailed off, blushing faintly, his hand tentatively taking the other man's cock. Kiba twitched at the touch, not used to clients groping him. Most made sure that Kiba realized he was there for their pleasure not his own.

“You don't need to. I'm here for you. We can...” Kiba's hand wandered down ward, cupping Shikamaru's balls for a second, but continuing until he gently rubbed at Shikamaru's entrance. “We take this as far as you want it.” Almost wide eyed, fighting back the typical virgin rush of emotions, Kiba couldn’t help but smile faintly, tilting his head to the side. Shikamaru just blinked, his hand still wrapped around Kiba's cock but unmoving. Nobody said anything, perhaps one was waiting for the other to make the first move. However it was, Kiba took the initiative by lightly pushing in his finger. Shikamaru gasped--eyes wide now and lower jaw dropped—fidgeting in his spot. He didn't move away though, slowly closing his eyes and leaning forward to rest his head on Kiba's shoulder, trying to relax into the new sensation. His breath quickened to pants now, the hot air assaulting Kiba's sweat glistened chest.

“Lay down,” Kiba whispered into Shikamaru's ear, nibbling on the closest piece of flesh he could get his teeth on, “it will be easier for both of us.” Shikamaru obeyed for the third time that night, sprawling backward onto the silk sheets. With a tenderness he didn't usually show, Kiba worked slowly with the one finger, watching every subtle facial move. A few minutes into it and Shikamaru was relaxed, no longer tensing his fist in pain but rocking his hips in movement with the finger. Kiba continued though, waiting until he heard it before taking it to the next step. Pleading, Shikamaru huskily whispered, “More, Kiba, more.”

Kiba stopped for a split second, his mind blank. People always asked him his name, but never called him it, usually giving him a new name they would call him for the night or just not using one at all. But... he said Kiba. Not a moan twisted into his name, not some variation, but Kiba, like he was a person not a whore.

A flinch of Shikamaru's leg brought him back to his task at hand, shoving the voice to the back of his mind, although it still repeated the unbelievable whisper. He pushed in a second finger, receiving a cross between a grunt and a gasp. He did this, repeating the motion back and forth, until that voice, the one that nearly made him explode gasped out for more. He obeyed, putting in a third finger. A few minutes later Shikamaru's head fell back, growling for it all.

Kiba did as asked, shakily getting to his feet and pulling Shikamaru closer to the end. “It will be easier,” Kiba whispered, “if you get on your hands and knees.” Shikamaru did as requested, popping his pale white ass up into Kiba's face.

When Kiba finally hooked his hands onto Shikamaru's hips and pressed inward, Shikamaru was more than ready, nearly begging, and even feeling a little desperate. Kiba bit his lower lip as he slid in, fighting the overwhelming rush of just exploding right now before he even pumped once. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let someone do this to him, to actually feel something during sex, not just the pump-groan-pump-groan routine.

Kiba gave him a moment to adjust but then started to move, an equal balance between a forceful and gentle rhythm. Shikamaru twitched, his back arching, his breath a cross between panting and gasping. Kiba smirked, wishing he could see Shikamaru's face when this happened for it was going to be priceless. He shifted slightly, aimed for that mind numbing spot and again Shikamaru gasped, whimpered, and pushed back with his hips, demanding more force.

"Nn...." Kiba gritted his teeth as he put a little more strength into his thrusts, going in harder and deeper. He thought he had hit the spot perfectly, and perhaps he had, since Shikamaru came for the second time in sporadic glops on the sheets below.

Both men stayed in their positions, gagging for breaths and waiting for their hearts to stop racing. Kiba finally let his breath out in one loud huff, gingerly pulling himself back out of Shikamaru. Whores weren't supposed to get attached... but that was the best sex he had ever had. Trembling, half from overexertion and half from that realization, he climbed onto the bed and sat up. Shikamaru was slower, carefully straightening to his feet.

“You might be sore for awhile.” Kiba whispered, his eyes taking in each movement of the guy.

“Hmmm, I'm sure I will be. Uh,” he paused, catching those eyes for a second before looking away, “thanks.” What exactly was the proper etiquette at a time like this?

Kiba smiled. “You're welcome.”

“Kiba?” They both looked at each other, realizing it was actually a voice from outside the door.

“Hmm, excuse me for a moment.” Kiba slipped off the sheets, stopping to pull on a pair of pants before leaving the room. Shikamaru looked from the pile of his clothes on the floor to the enticing soft sheets. Maybe it would extra, but hell, he didn't care. He plopped his body on the sheets, slipping his head onto a pillow and closed his eyes. He hadn't realized how tired he was and that he probably shouldn't have laid down because he fell asleep nearly the second he closed his eyes.

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Kiba carefully slipped out of the door, making sure to close it behind him. He was mildly surprised that it was his Madame that had called him out.

“Kiba?” She said, looking him over. The drying fluids on his chest must have been a particular sight. Maybe he should have put on a shirt.

“Hai, Tsunade?”

“I just got word that the man you have with you is Nara Shikamaru.”

“Nara?” His eyes budged out slightly. “From the second richest clan in town?”

“Hai. His bodyguard is here to pick him up, but says if the man wants anything more, he can stop by later on to get him. You do what he wants Kiba, his family has money. He is your only customer tonight unless he decides to leave. But if I were you, I would convince him to stay as long as possible.”

“Anything?” Kiba repeated.

“Hai. We will figure a price for it later. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Treat him right, and he might come back.” Kiba smiled wistfully at this and nodded slowly. It sounded like an odd wish, to want a man to keep coming back for sex. But if Shikamaru came back enough times and used that money his clan was famous for having, Kiba might not need to pick up too many other clients to make a decent living. He had also heard of prostitutes before that got paid to be exclusive to one or two clients. That would mean no more sweaty old guys looking for their kid fix or middle aged women with boobs down to their heels. Plus, Shikamaru was pretty damn hot, so if he had to be exclusive to him, Kiba could see no problem with it.

“Hai, Tsunade, thank you for telling me.”

“Go back in.” She ordered, walking back down the hall.

He snuck in, plastering that smile everybody loved on his face. But what he saw melted him, the wickedness in the smile oozing to a more caring nature. Shikamaru, curled up at the head of the bed, was sleeping, snoring softly like a little child.

“Anything you want, eh?” Kiba whispered, padding to the other side of the bed and laying down behind his new customer, slipping a hand around Shikamaru's waist. The one sleeping moaned softly, pushing back into the touch. Kiba gave him a tender kiss behind the ear, and let himself fall asleep.

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A/N: this sorta begs for a second chapter, and while i know where i would take it, i'm not sure if i'm going to write it. any suggestions and comments are welcomed!