The Unlikely Sleepover

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They were melancholy drunks, the both of them. Of course, that might not have been the case if their childhoods had not been so tragic and lonely, but they were shinobi, raised in villages of shinobi by families of shinobi. Tragedy was a part of life for many. Tonight, however, Neji and Gaara seemed determined to outdo each other with their tales of woe, while Shikamaru looked on, making sympathetic noises in appropriate places. He wasn't quite as drunk as the other two, but his cheeks were highlighted in pink from enjoying just a little too much sake.
He'd been trying to cheer up his friends, but wasn't having much luck. This sleepover was not shaping up to be a lot of fun.

"And what's worse, I know that Hiashi-sama is just waiting for the right time to marry me off to some girl I've never even met, just to 'preserve the bloodlines'," Neji griped. "I feel like a bloody brood stallion. I'm going to end up losing my virginity to someone I don't know, don't like, and who probably doesn't like me."

Privately, Shikamaru didn't think there was a girl in the world who would mind sleeping with Neji. The young Hyuuga's beauty made him popular with girls and guys alike. His attitude, though... perhaps being married to him (and his attitude) would be a bit much to ask. "It could be worse," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "You might have had to marry Hinata!" It seemed funny to him, but Neji simply made a displeased face.

"You think that's bad?" chimed in Gaara, throwing back another dish of sake. "At least people aren't too scared to go near you. Try finding a lover when everyone is afraid you're going to kill them the next morning. I'll probably never lose my virginity. Nobody really likes me. I mean, in that way. I have friends..." he looked uncertain "... I think. But nobody who would want to do that with me."

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. It wouldn't be the first time Gaara underestimated his own likeability. He was a loveable curmudgeon, really, if one could see depression as endearing. And stay on his good side. Sometimes he thought Gaara just needed a big hug. So he gave him one. He reached out and wrapped an arm around the redhead's shoulders and pulled him close.

Gaara flailed in surprise. "...the fuck?!" His face smooshed against Shikamaru's shoulder as the taller boy held him. Neji even cracked a slight smile at the vision. Until Shikamaru held out his other arm, beckoning him to join the hug. Shikamaru was a mellow drunk. Neji rolled his eyes, but scooted closer and snuggled under the offered arm. Shikamaru smiled a satisfied smile. Perhaps at last he had a means of cheering them up. He planted a soft kiss on the top of each of the boys' heads, and both looked up at him in surprise.

The look of almost-indignant confusion in Neji's eyes amused Shikamaru, and he leaned down and caught the Hyuuga's lips in a real kiss. Neji 'mmph'ed softly, but didn't otherwise protest. He blushed slightly as Shikamaru ran his tongue lightly over the outside of his lips and then pulled away. Shikamaru felt Gaara tense beneath his other arm, and turned toward him, finding himself caught by anguished pale green eyes. Why him and not me? they seemed to be saying to him, and he wanted to reassure Gaara that he wasn't being left out. He kissed Gaara softly and felt the boy relax against him with a soundless sigh. He was exploring Gaara's lips with his tongue when he felt Neji moving against his side, getting up onto his knees. Suddenly, a warm breath brushed over his ear and a wet tongue traced around the edges of it, making him gasp and shiver.

"You'll get as good as you give," murmured Neji lowly. "Don't expect me to just sit here and take it." He took Shikamaru's earlobe into his mouth and suckled on it, his teeth tugging gently on the earring. The fingers of Shikamaru's hands tightened, gripping onto Gaara's shoulder and Neji's waist as he encouraged Gaara's mouth open beneath his own. He slipped his tongue in and teased Gaara's to life, and it wasn't long before the Sand ninja began to respond, tentatively mirroring the movements of the tongue in his mouth. Neji slipped one hand into Gaara's hair, running his fingers idly through the short strands as he teased Shikamaru's ear with his lips and tongue. The fingers of his other hand caressed Shikamaru's neck.

Breathing heavily, Shikamaru pulled back from Gaara, causing his earlobe to slip wetly from Neji's mouth. He looked between the two, and they looked back at him, all three pairs of eyes heavy with lust. Then Neji smirked a little and leaned over to Gaara, pressing his lips where Shikamaru's had been only moments earlier. Gaara kissed Neji back, gaining confidence, while Shikamaru slipped his jacket and fishnet shirt off and then unfastened Neji's top, helping him out of it. Neji broke the kiss, and both he and Shikamaru tugged Gaara's t-shirt and mesh top up over his head, discarding it in the growing pile of clothing.

Shikamaru ran his fingers over Gaara's chest, the skin of his hand dark in comparison to the redhead's paleness. Gaara hissed softly at the contact, reaching up and pulling Shikamaru to him for another kiss. Neji moved in, following the trail of Shikamaru's hand with his mouth, placing warm, wet kisses along Gaara's chest. Gaara shuddered lightly, his mind having difficulty processing the feeling of two hungry mouths on him in two different places. He reached out, entangling a fist in Neji's long, straight hair. Neji gasped. Having his hair pulled on was one of his turn-ons.

Shikamaru sat back on his heels, giving Neji full reign of Gaara's body. The Hyuuga boy slid himself between Shikamaru and Gaara, pushing the redhead gently to the ground and assaulting his torso with a combination of licks, kisses and soft nips. Gaara writhed under the attention, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright. He watched over Neji's shoulder as Shikamaru began to unwrap the bandages around Neji's chest and right arm. As each row of bandage revealed the pale skin beneath, Shikamaru teased it with his lips, from the middle of Neji's back to the back of his hand. He dropped the roll of bandages into the pile of clothing and wiggled his tongue between Neji's fingers. The older boy groaned softly and let each of his fingers, in turn, be sucked into the warm, wet mouth. Gaara watched, his own mouth slightly open, his dark-rimmed eyed following every move of Shikamaru's head as he bobbed along Neji's fingers. He reached out and took one of Shikamaru's hands, taking one of the Nara boy's fingers into his own mouth and scraping his teeth along the length of it. Shikamaru nearly melted at the sensation. It was one thing to do it to someone, and quite another to have it done to him.

Neji's trail of licks and kisses had led him to the waistband of Gaara's pants, and he took his hand back from Shikamaru in order to unfasten them and slide them - and his underwear - down Gaara's hips. Seeing as all three boys had left their shoes at the door when they first arrived, Gaara now lay completely naked, exposed to the ravaging eyes of the two Konoha shinobi, who each shed their own pants in rapid succession. Neji and Shikamaru stretched out either side of Gaara, skin pressed to naked skin. Each took an earlobe in his mouth and teased it in his own way, Neji with nibbles, and Shikamaru with his tongue. Gaara moaned softly, the sound rising in pitch and volume as Neji took a hold of his erection, stroking it slowly. Shikamaru silenced him with a deep kiss, pressing his own hardness into Gaara's thigh. Neji joined the kiss, his lips pulling first at one, then the other's, then somehow both at once. Three tongues clashed together wetly, and teeth nipped lips, lips sucked tongues and the moans of three voices made an erotic harmony.

A hand wrapped around Neji's penis, but he didn't break the kiss to look down and see whom it belonged to. It was sort of a thrill anyway, not knowing, like they were one great pile of pleasure rather than three seperate people. He thrust into the fist, groaning against the lips of the two other boys. The pace of the hand began to mimic the rhythm with which he stroked Gaara.

Suddenly, Shikamaru pulled back. Neji and Gaara stopped and looked at him, but he gently guided their faces back together and the two resumed kissing. Shikamaru slid down, bringing his head to their hip level and simply admired the beauty of two young men masturbating one another. Their soft sighs of pleasure were almost musical. Then he touched Neji's hand, waiting for it to slow to a stop, and peeled his fingers away from Gaara's penis, repositioning them on the redhead's scrotum. He took the length in hand himself, and lowered his head, applying his lips to the swollen head. Gaara's hips arched at the new sensation, and Shikamaru opened his mouth, letting him slide right in. The cry of shock was swiftly muffled by Neji's mouth.

Shikamaru tightened his lips around Gaara, beginning to move his hand and his mouth in counterpoint to each other. His tongue explored the firm flesh in his mouth, broadly licking the underside, and teasing the sides and head with the tip of it. He was taking Gaara in deeply, his lips almost at the base of his cock, when he felt two of Neji's fingers tapping his chin. He paused, and the two fingers wriggled their way into his mouth beside Gaara's cock. Saliva dribbled out of the corners of Shikamaru's mouth as the tight seal he had on the shaft in his mouth was broken. Neji mopped it up with his fingers, getting them well wet, then the fingers disappeared as quickly as they had come.

Two wet fingers rubbed at Gaara's entrance, and the sand ninja whimpered, writhing uneasily, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed bright red. "Shh," soothed Neji. "Relax, okay?" Then, "Shika, move around and watch this."

Shikamaru complied, releasing Gaara's penis and swinging himself around so that his knees rested beside Gaara's head and he had a good view of what Neji was up to. He felt hands tug at his thigh, and lifted the leg, which was guided to rest on the other side of Gaara's head. The feel of a smooth, warm tongue on the underside of his erection made him moan and shudder with pleasure. At the same time, Neji's fingers disappeared into Gaara's puckered opening. A loud cry accompanied a heated burst of air against Shikamaru's newly moistened skin, and fingers dug sharply into the back of his thighs. Gaara's tongue made frantic swipes at Shikamaru's cock and balls, lips occasionally catching and sucking on any part that came within reach, although they weren't at the right angle for Gaara to take him into his mouth properly.

Spellbound, Shikamaru watched Neji's fingers pumping rhythmically in and out of Gaara. A jerk of the hips beneath him reminded him that he was neglecting Gaara's straining erection, and he took it back into his mouth, bobbing his head in time to Neji's thrusts. Lips and teeth played along the outside of his thigh as Neji sought for something to occupy his mouth.

Neji watched Gaara's face from the other side of Shikamaru's thigh. The redhead blushed beautifully as he strained to better reach the parts of Shikamaru that dangled above him, his tongue stretched as far out of his mouth as it would go. Gaara felt wonderfully tight around his fingers, and Neji's cock ached with the desire to replace them, the need to fuck Gaara stupid. At last, his wishes were answered when Gaara rasped "Neji... more!" He didn't need to be asked twice. He disengaged Gaara's hand from his penis and got to his knees, swiftly positioning himself between Gaara's legs.

"Shika..." Neji murmured, the name an unstated request. Shikamaru understood, letting Gaara's cock slide from his mouth and reaching for Neji's. The Hyuuga boy pressed his hips forward, groaning lustily as he was engulfed in his friend's warm, wet mouth. It was hard not to give himself over to the sensations, to simply grab Shikamaru's head in his hands and pump away until he spilled into that inviting mouth, but he still had other plans. Reluctantly, he pulled back and slipped his two fingers out of Gaara, replacing them with the head of his cock. Shikamaru watched carefully, and as Neji sheathed himself inside Gaara, he took Gaara's penis into his mouth. Gaara cried out, muffling himself against the inside of Shikamaru's thigh. The shuddering of the body beneath him let Shikamaru know that Gaara wouldn't hold out long, and he prepared himself to accept Gaara's climax.

Neji grasped Gaara's thighs and began to pound into him rapidly. Shikamaru was hard-pressed to keep up a matching rhythm with his mouth. Suddenly Gaara tensed and yelled a curse, and Shikamaru's mouth was flooded with bittersweet fluid. He swallowed it down instinctively, his lips milking Gaara's length. The convulsive tightening around Neji was the final straw for him also and he buried himself all the way, releasing himself into Gaara. Both Neji and Gaara seemed exhausted, and Shikamaru climbed off of Gaara, allowing Neji to flop onto the redhead to rest if he wished. Neji seemed content to rest on his knees where he was, his spent penis slipping out of Gaara as it shrank back to its usual relaxed size.

Shikamaru rolled onto his back lazily, reaching out for one of the flasks of sake nearby from earlier. He took a gulp and passed it to Gaara, who drained it thirstily, much to the amusement of both Shikamaru and Neji. Neji ran a hand through his hair. "Gaara, you're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."

Gaara snorted. "I think I'm going to need the headache, to take my mind off the pain in my ass." Shikamaru smirked. Gaara let his head roll to the side and noticed that Shikamaru, alone of the three, still sported an erection. "Hey, Neji... We should finish off Nara-kun."

Shikamaru made to protest - he was happy enough just to drift off to sleep, really - but the boys wouldn't hear of it. Neji bent down and kissed him deeply, his long hair making a silken black curtain around their faces. "Don't think you're getting out of it, Shika." Shikamaru gasped as his cock was engulfed in Gaara's mouth. Gaara's lips and tongue on him earlier had felt amazing, but this was something else entirely.

Neji nibbled on Shikamaru's lower lip, then pulled away from the upside-down kiss. He chuckled as Shikamaru craned his neck to try and get another kiss. Neji moved around to Shikamaru's side, casting a glance over to Gaara as he eagerly devoured Shikamaru, as the other had done to him before. He turned back to look down at Shikamaru. The boy's face was contorted with pleasure; his eyes squeezed shut and his lips hanging open. Neji smiled and lowered his head, kissing the underside of his jaw and then making a trail with his tongue up to Shikamaru's ear. Shikamaru whimpered softly when Neji sucked on his earlobe and tugged on his earring with his teeth.

Fingers clenching into fists against the floor, Shikamaru panted out a warning to Gaara. "I... can't take... much more..." Gaara hummed an acknowledgement, sucking more firmly and teasing the head of Shikamaru's cock with his tongue on each upstroke.

Neji kissed Shikamaru again, muffling his increasingly loud moans. "Come for us," he encouraged around the kiss, caressing Shikamaru's cheek, and Shikamaru couldn't help but obey. He cried out into Neji's mouth as he emptied down Gaara's throat, the redhead having neglected to hold his hips down to prevent him thrusting too deeply. He pulled back, coughing. Neji and Shikamaru broke their kiss to see if he was okay. Gaara, still choking, waved a 'I'll be fine' hand at them and went in search of a glass of water. Neji turned back to Shikamaru and smiled, kissing him softly once more. "Well, it was an... interesting... way to spend an evening."

Shikamaru sighed with a small smile of satisfaction. The smile widened when he saw Gaara returning with a blanket and some pillows. Clever boy. He reached up for a pillow, and stuffed it under his head. Gaara gave one to Neji and kept one to himself, and settled down on the floor, spreading the blanket over the three of them. They got comfortable, with Shikamaru sandwiched between the other two, and drifted off one by one into sleep.

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