Childhood

It’s my first fanfic ever and I’m not a native speaker so please be indulgent…

Title : Childhood
Author :Lunariol
Pairing : Asuma x Shikamaru, Chouji + Shikamaru
Rating : NC-17, minor, rape, M/M…
Disclaimer : I do not own any of Naruto boys…Sniff…

Note : I do not pretend to know what it feel like to be violated and I hope that my story won’t shock anybody. It’s just a fanfic and I just wanted to question at my level our fascination for horror.
The story last sentence is the title of a saisa story I like very much in Adult fanfiction.net


Asuma had changed. That was what they all said, Gaï, Kakashi, and even Kurenai. He didn’t looked like himself any more. He was kind of depressed but in a strange way. At first he didn’t seem any different but when you looked a little closer, he was just more unpredictable, distant. He no longer joked with the other jounins and stayed at home most of the time. They said it had probably something to do with his mission in Sand country a few months before. Ibiki had insisted for him to see medics for his experience told him he must have something to do with torture, but Asuma never followed his advice.
The only moment he seemed to act normally was when he went to see his former students, team ten : Chouji, now a chunin, Ino, the perfect teenager girl, obsessed by boys, and Shikamaru… the lazy bum… He had always felt a strange fondness for the boy. He was at the same time as proud of him as a father could be, and slightly annoyed by his congenital lack of motivation. If only he could sometimes…

You’ll hurt the ones you love…

- Asuma-sensei ? You ok ?
- …Eh ?
- You were kind of spacing off…
- Uh… Sorry, I was just looking forward to test my new winning strategy…
- Uhm…
Shikamaru grinned somewhat mischievously, his thin lips curving slightly up and his cat brown eyes looking at him from bellow. His tan long fingers moved a piece of the shogi game slowly.

You’re our arm, the perfect weapon…

Asuma stroked lightly the brink of his nose, trying to appease his nascent headache. He really needed to sleep, which had been quite impossible these last days. Wishing to finish the game as soon as possible, he moved a piece without thinking. Shikamaru frowned and laid his chin on his hand.

You’ll be our little Trojan Horse in that beautiful city of Konoha, little Horse… little sweet horse…

Asuma hoped that somehow Shikamaru would hurry up and finish him quickly but that couldn’t really be expected from the “don’t hurry be happy” boy. The later closed his eyes, pulled a face, and stood still, concentrating. Really, the boy was like a son to him but sometimes…

You’ll hurt the ones you love…

Something snapped in Asuma’s mind. He lowered his head and when he straightened up, the look in eyes had changed : it was more dull, cloudy and… filled with lust…

All is fair in love and war. Love can be such a tender and sweet war…But it’s a war nevertheless…You must destroy the other one before he destroys you…

His fingers slowly stroked his king piece, touching every wooden plans as if it was Shikamaru’s smooth tan chest, which could be imagined through his fishnet shirt. He could feel in his mouth its sweet texture, firm yet soft. And his scent, vaguely sweaty and exclusively Shikamaru’s, faint yet present, like a nascent manliness… The teenager concentrated frown could be compared to an expression of pain or to one of meditative pleasure. And he wondered briefly if Shikamaru would made this face during love : his brows knitting, as if trying to collect every spark of pleasure, his face tensed by the effort, contorting in extasy, his sulky lips begging to be kissed…


Shikamaru failed to notice the sudden change in Asuma’s eyes. He had just made up his mind on his new strategy when he felt a moist wetness pressing roughly on his lips. His eyes snapped open to find a strange looking Asuma staring at him.
Did he just kiss him ? Shikamaru blushed furiously at this though. He had never kissed, and even less be kissed by anyone before. He wasn’t really looking forward to having a relationship : girls were so troublesome… and the matter of sex. Well he wasn’t really the horny type of guy. And Asuma was his sensei… Why did he just…?
Rough lips, smelling of tobacco planted themselves firmly on his own again. Shikamaru tried to escape the kiss but found out that he just couldn’t move. He was probably one of the most brilliant wit of Konoha but on this moment, his mind was totally blank, too shocked to even react. He couldn’t fight back against the aggression. The young genius couldn’t believe this was happening : for God sake, Asuma was his teacher, he respected him, and he had never shown any inclination toward him nor have any uncalled gesture : this was wrong, this couldn’t be happening, this wasn’t real… It couldn’t be Asuma-sensei, it had to be a fume clone or some kind of genjutsu. Without even thinking, he punched the man in the face. Asuma stepped back with a snarl, wiped some blood from his lips. He had been caught by surprise. But quickly a crooked smirk appeared on his face.
Think Shikamaru, use your mind of yours, find some strategy to end this nightmare.

- That wasn’t very nice, Shikamaru. But as you’re normally a good boy, I’m going to teach you a new game. I know how much you enjoy games, I’m sure you’ll love this one.

Before Shikamaru could even come out of his trance, he was pinned on the floor by strong arms and immobilized by chakra lianas. Panic started to make his breath difficult. He couldn’t win against pure strength. His only chance was to manage to talk his former sensei out of his present madness:
- Asuma-sensei, what… what are you doing ? Are you… mfh…

Lips softly, quite tenderly caressed his own. He held back the urge to bite, knowing it would result in him ending more hurt. And the kiss was well,… like nothing he had ever felt before. It was gross, disgusting and at the same time, it felt like Asuma-sensei, brute and soothing. The lazy boy melted in the sharing of breath, frozen. The terror he felt mixed with the guilty pleasure he was experiencing left him panting.
He gasped as a hand cupped his most private parts. Nobody had never touched him there. Incapable of voicing his protest, he could just bit back tears of frustration and humiliation as his pants and underwear were torn open. His face burning up, he turned his head not to see at Asuma’s horny expression. Shikamaru couldn’t normally be called prude nor shy : he considered the body urges to be normal. He didn’t really care what he looked like. People were as they were, you had to take them like that. But the little modesty he had was totally shattered when he felt a hand on his sex. Being nude in front of his teacher, in such a vulnerable state…
He felt his body react quickly and closed his eyes in shame. It was the first time… At fifteen years old, he had of course touch himself some times before but it had just been when he needed to get rid of his teenager hormones ; he wasn’t an hedonist. I just wanted to share this something special with my special person, to have kids, two kids, a girl first, than a boy… and, and… Now that will be impossible, he wouldn’t be able to share what had been stolen from him. He gritted his teeth in anger against his body who was about to betray him. What use was there in being so smart if he couldn’t even control….?

With what sounded to himself like a pitiful and obscene moan, he came, shuddering.

Asuma looked a little disappointed : the boy didn’t lasted long. Well, time to begin serious things…

Shikamaru found his mind drifting away, in another time and space. His eyes were looking beyond his teacher’s head moving up and down in front of him, to the cloudy sky.
Asuma’s hand roamed over Shikamaru firm torso, his brown nubs, his muscled belly which had still a little the roundness of childhood, his slender hips, the bones slightly protruding.

Oh the beautiful clouds ! They are free, them…
You’ll be a piece in Konoha’s destruction…

Without any preparation, the man inserted himself in the young body. The pain the teenager felt expressed itself in a loud guttural cry. But the lazy boy’s eyes never freed themselves from the clouds.

Nonchalant, never hurrying, moving at their own rhythm,…
… Things must change, and Konoha must die… Love is killed by time.

Pain, white hot pain everywhere…

Moving away, away…
You hurt the ones you love…

Shared climax, shattered soul.


A loud knock could be heard, followed by the sound of a body falling roughly on the earth.
Akimichi Chouji was holding a long wooden stick.


***

When Chouji looked back at Shikamaru, he had the impression to look at a complete stranger. His best friend was laying on the floor in his usual “I’m watching the clouds” posture, but he was no longer wearing his typical bored frown nor the relaxed face he had enjoying the sky. In fact he looked very calm and distant, and yet, a little surprised : his mouth was slightly open and his breath, faint. His pupils were totally blank.
Chouji failed not too blush at his naked state. He had never seen his friend without his clothes on. Not that he had never tried to picture Shikamaru nude, but after what had just happened, his little crush on his best friend seemed dirty, wrong, as if he, Chouji, was polluted, corrupted by Asuma’s act. The shame made him feel slightly nauseous as his eyes lingered on Shikamaru’s limp member. His torso was covered in dried semen and sweat, his trousers were hanging from one of his feet. Mentally slapping himself out of his little act of voyeurism, he slowly knelt down near his friend and hastily covered him with his own vest. Shikamaru didn’t flinch. Then, he tried to coax him out of his reverie and gently caressed his cheek. Shikamaru blinked and slowly turned his head in his direction but his eyes were still blank.
Chouji was at a loss. Carefully, like a kind mother, trying not to look and not to touch at his friend’s lifeless body, he put Shikamaru’s clothes back and helped him in a sitting position. The chubby boy didn’t knew what to do : in their relationship, Shikamaru had always been the strong one, always reassuring him, making jokes, having faith in him. He seemed somehow indestructible, considering things with a clear mind, able not to be affected by them. He was so smart… Of course Chouji knew his best friend enough not to be fooled by his easy-going and lazy attitude : Shika did care. He was a sensitive person in spite of appearances, as he had proved to be after their failed mission, three years ago.
Chouji couldn’t bear seeing him so broken. His chest aching with anger and sorrow, he fought back the urge to pound Asuma’s body to a bloody pulp. Confused, he timidly rocked Shikamaru back and forth, trying to ease his own discomfort. He thought about calling for help but he didn’t wanted other people to see Shikamaru in that state. As he was about to do it nevertheless, he felt Shikamaru’s hands gripping his vest and his head snuggle up against his shoulder.
- Shika ?…


Shikamaru had looked at Chouji’s movements through a kind of fog. His wispy mind couldn’t focus, but was unconsciously appeased by Chouji’s soothing presence. Like a ship-wrecked, he hung on to the only tangible and solid thing he had left. His hands gripped Chouji’s vest. His best friend Chouji, good old Chouji from team ten, now dead, but also from before. Chouji who never failed to make the day less tiresome, with who he could watch the clouds in peace, who had faith in him and could reassure him about the fact that the world wasn’t upside down just asking :”wanna chips ?”…
He felt a strange wetness on his cheeks and didn’t even knew he was crying the end of his childhood.
Chouji who could perhaps repair what was lost…

---- I hope it wasn’t too confusing. I’m sorry for Asuma’s fans, I indeed like the character very much.