Father-Son Affection

Disclaimer: I own not Naruto
Warnings are in the summary but because of the relationships nature I will state clearly here:

THIS IS SHOTA, WITH A MINOR, BETWEEN A FATHER AND SON! YES, NARACEST! DON'T LIKE? G-O A-W-A-Y! FLAMES WILL NOT BE TOLERATED CONSIDERING YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND YOU HAVE THE CHOICE TO LEAVE THIS FIC NOW!

Father-Son Affection

It was dark, that was Shikaku’s first impression, then he cracked open his eyes and found it was actually quite bright in the small room. He took a few minutes to let his eyes adjust to the light which was causing the headache, that he had been painfully aware of since he woke up, to worsen.

He knew why he had a headache, it was normal for him to wake up with one considering he drank quite a bit every night, but something seemed a little off today…it was worse than usual and also…well he couldn’t quite place the feeling of unease he had. Until he turned over. He almost groaned as he noticed the other person lying next to him in the bed, what had he done…

“Who is it this time…I can’t believe I’ve done this again…” Shikaku studied the person, who’s back was facing him. Shoulder length brown hair, thin frame…but not delicate ruling out most of the women in the village.

This didn’t shock Shikaku, he’d known for a while he didn’t have any preferences when it came to sex, what did shock him though was the fact the man was very small…more like a boy. “Shit…this isn’t good….”

Steeling himself for the worst Shikaku gently took the boy’s shoulder and turned him softly onto his back, he was not prepared for what he saw. “Oh God…Shikamaru!?” Shikaku started to panic, but he didn’t want to wake his son, he groaned and rolled onto his back covering his face with an arm. Just seeing his boy’s face made the memories of last night come flooding back to him in one vicious, arousing swoop.

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Shikaku stumbled down the corridor to the guest bedroom, he’d had a lot more to drink than he usually did and he wasn’t the only one, he cast his eyes sideways to study his son. Shikamaru was frowning at his feet as if frustrated that they wouldn’t do what he wanted them to, he was staggering a lot more than Shikaku himself, this was proberbly due to the fact Shikamaru couldn’t handle a great amount of alcohol.

The boy was usually very observant in monitoring how much him and his father had to drink, but tonight he’d seemed distracted and they had both went too far.

“N-not far now…” Shikaku pointed at the door to the guest room, “you be all right, ya know…going back…to yer room?” Shikamaru looked up from trying to mentally force his feet to obey him, and nodded, which caused him to grasp his head and groan a little.

“Fine I’ll be, don‘…worry,” he winced as he bumped into the wall, “watch where yer goin‘…” he grumbled to the ‘person’ who had so carelessly walked into him. He leaned against the offending wall as his dad fished out the key from his pocket, starting to hum some silly song that came into his head, Shikaku struggled to fit the key into the hole.

“If you say so, bu…be careful,” he sighed in relief as the door swung open finally, “if anythin, ya know, happens to you…yer mom will kill me.” Shikaku turned to his son, Shikamaru nodded carelessly again and moved forward to help his father, as they both entered the room though Shikamaru lost what was left of his balance.

He staggered and fell into Shikaku shoving him against the wall, in a desperate attempt to avoid falling over Shikamaru threw his arms out and planted his hands against the wall either side of his father, this rendered them in a rather uncomfortable…comfortable position.

“Shika…son, you ok?” Shikaku looked down at his son who had his head against his father’s chest and his crotch pressed uncomfortably close to the other man’s, Shikamaru didn’t answer, his eyes were closed and his breathing seemed hitched, “Shika-” Shikaku broke off and let out a small breath as Shikamaru finally looked up at him, his dark eyes filled with excitement and something Shikaku immediately recognised as raw lust, Shikamaru let his eyes flutter closed again and he slowly moved his hands to grip his father’s hips tightly.

Shikaku started panicking, but all worry left him as Shikamaru ground against him, he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips. Shikamaru took this as encouragement, grinding himself harder and faster into his father.

“God, so…hot, wanted this…since ever…” Shikamaru panted, his words still slurred and his grammar less than great, but it was easy enough to understand what Shikamaru wanted from his actions and what his son did next.

The young Nara moved one of his hands down to tug at the buttons holding his father’s pants up, the pants had always been far too big and the only thing keeping them in place were those two little fastenings, it took him a while and just as Shikamaru was getting annoyed at his own clumsy actions the buttons finally gave in.

Shikaku quickly discarded the pants fluidly, suggesting this wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this while drunk, Shikamaru felt a sudden flare of jealousy and possessiveness, he vowed he’d make his dad want no one but him ever again. “Shika…maru, don’ jus stand there…for God’s sake!”

Shikaku was impatient, but Shikamaru was going to do this properly and before he did anything the boy made sure to discard his own clothes, this wouldn’t have been so bad had he not done it in such a teasing, slow manner, “Shikamaru…please…” This made the boy look down for the first time, he couldn’t but lick his lips in anticipation when he saw his father’s cock erect and hard.

‘Because of me’ Shikamaru thought with no small feeling of satisfaction, he then slowly lowered himself to kneel on the floor, trying not to over balance in the process.

Shikamaru unsurely raised a hand and wrapped it around his father’s cock, he then slowly started to stroke the length gently, as his nervousness left him he tightened his grip on the hard member and stroked faster, harder.

Shikaku had closed his eyes at Shikamaru’s first feathery touch to his cock his breath catching as his son grew bolder, it was when Shikamaru suddenly stopped and removed his hand that Shikaku opened his eyes.

“What-” Shikaku couldn’t finish his sentence, he gasped as Shikamaru slowly stuck out his tongue a little and licked experimentally at the tip of the shaft, Shikaku couldn’t help but moan at the image that would be forever ingrained in his memory. How had he not noticed before? He trailed hungry eyes over his son, the soft brown hair, the toned body, the angular yet attractive face…but most of all those deep, black, almond shaped eyes that set him apart from everyone Shikaku had ever looked twice at.

Shikamaru noticed his father looking him over, but he pretended he didn’t as replaced his hand on the base of his dad’s cock and took the head in his mouth carefully. He took it slowly, he didn’t want to screw up after all of this, just running his tongue over and around the cap. Judging by the noises coming from his father, he was doing something right. Making note of the reactions he got he took a little more of the member into his mouth and began sucking softly.

Shikaku gave a groan and Shikamaru felt a hand fist itself in his hair a little painfully, wincing he removed his hand and reached up to free his hair from the tie before taking a hold of his father’s cock once more.

Shikamaru let his tongue explore the length in detail, running it slowly over the largest vein and then moving it back up to tease the head, Shikaku’s hand in his hair tightened and the most delicious sounds emitted from the man’s throat.

Shikamaru decided he’d had enough playing.

The brunette removed the slick length from his mouth and then tried to take the whole of his father’s cock in, he gagged and backed up to try again. Unwilling to risk his once chance, Shikamaru settled for taking in as much as he could and tightening his lips around the shaft.

“Oh God…Shikamaru…” Shikaku looked down, the sight before him was almost enough to make him come right there. His son was looking up at him, eyes full of lust and mirth, smirking around his cock. Just so…Shikamaru.

Shikamaru swiped the shaft once more with his tongue in appreciation before slowly starting to move his head back and forth, his father’s hips thrust with his movements, the first time this happened Shikamaru was caught off guard and he gagged a little. But he soon learned to accommodate, sucking hard on the member when Shikaku thrust more forcefully into his mouth.

When the climax hit Shikaku pressed Shikamaru forcefully forwards, screaming out Shikamaru’s name. Shikamaru, rather pleased with himself, obediently swallowed the come, which he noted, tasted rather different compared to his own. He let the cock slide out of his mouth with a few last teasing laps to the head.

Shikaku stared at his son in wonder as he panted against the wall, his other hand had gouged trails in the soft plaster wall with his fingernails, he released the death grip and removed his other hand from Shikamaru’s hair allowing the boy to stand up. The smaller brunette looked up at his father before making his way to the bed, Shikaku didn’t need anymore persuasion, he followed Shikamaru removing his fishnet shirt on the way.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Shikaku asked curiously as he knelt on the bed in front of Shikamaru, the boy suddenly got a very devious smirk on his face, that expression was starting to really turn Shikaku on.

“Do you really want to know?” Shikamaru stated in what he tried to make, a bored tone, it came out rather excited however. Shikaku nodded once and eyed his son carefully, his eyes were still clouded over with drink and lust, “fine, I’ll do it but you owe me.” This really intrigued the older brunette and he cocked his head.

Shikamaru rolled his shoulders and stretched, cracking the bones in his shoulders and back, he needed to prepare for this or it would really hurt later. When he was satisfied he slowly took his softening member in his hand and stroked it gently until he became hard again, he looked up once more at Shikaku, lay back and then leant forward taking as much of his own cock in his mouth as he could.

Shikaku’s eyes widened, both in excitement and in awe that his son was so flexible, Shikamaru’s hands gripped the bed sheets tightly as he started to suck on his own length.

He didn’t have enough flexibility to move much so sucking and lapping at his cock was as much as he could do, it was enough, he suckled on the cap gently before moving further down and licking at his shaft. His moans vibrated around his cock making him fist the bed sheets tightly and buck his hips, effectively fucking his own mouth.

Shikaku felt his own cock harden and his hands entwine in the sheets as he watched his son fuck his own mouth, he let out a moan of longing and moved over to kneel besides Shikamaru. Shikamaru suddenly went ridged and, Shikaku guessed he would have cried out if he had been able to, he jerked his hips violently. When he reached out a hand Shikamaru stopped, released his cock and looked up at his father with a flushed complexion and come dripping from his lips. Shikaku almost jumped him right there.

“God Shikamaru…” Shikamaru smiled crookedly and in a graceless drunken flail, threw an arm around his father’s neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss. Shikaku groaned into his son’s mouth, exploring the reaches of it with his tongue before licking the come from Shikamaru’s lips gently when they pulled away Shikamaru found he had straddled Shikaku’s hips.

Shikaku was still aroused, Shikamaru had noticed this and had a good idea of what was coming next, his theory was confirmed when Shikaku reached over into the small bedside drawer and pulled out a small tube.

Shikaku then proceeded to gently lower Shikamaru onto the bed on his back, he struggled for a while trying to open the small tube before settling between Shikamaru’s legs and squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He made sure he had enough covering the three fingers he was going to use and then slowly inserted one into Shikamaru’s entrance.

Shikamaru blinked drunkenly at the sensation, it wasn’t painful or unpleasant…just different he thought, he watched Shikaku closely as the other Nara waited for Shikamaru to become accustomed to the intrusion. When he was sure Shikamaru was ready he inserted the second finger, this stung the boy a little, but Shikaku moved his fingers around a little inside Shikamaru searching for a particular spot. He knew he’d found it when Shikamaru cried out loudly.

“What was th-” Shikamaru stopped, panting heavily as Shikaku reached up to stroke his hair in a calming manner, he recognized it as his father’s way of telling him to be quiet for a minute. Shikaku then moved his hand down to his son’s cock and stroked it softly, Shikamaru soon found out why when his father inserted the third finger. Tears threatened to escape as he yelped and squirmed away from the intrusion, but Shikaku stroked his member harder and faster, and Shikamaru found himself concentrating more on the pleasure than the pain.

Shikaku waited for a while before Shikamaru’s eyes fluttered open again, the dark, black orbs glistening slightly in the dim light told him all he needed to know. He removed the fingers, moved forward and positioned himself at Shikamaru’s entrance, his hands on the boy’s angular hips, Shikamaru nodded once and Shikaku thrust quickly but gently into his son.

Shikamaru did cry out and tears did escape this time, Shikaku reached up with a hand and brushed them away lovingly.

‘Just like a caring father’ Shikamaru’s rational mind screamed, for once he wasn’t listening to it, Shikaku was still as he waited for his son to stop hurting. Eventually Shikamaru moved his hips up to encourage Shikaku, he didn’t think he could be still much longer anyway, Shikamaru was hot and squeezing and still virgin tight and-

“Oh God! Shikamaru!”

“Heh, no need…to be so formal…you can just call me Shikamaru.” Shikaku raised an eyebrow at this, and smirked slightly before thrusting hard into the cocky bastard below him. This shut him up, Shikamaru gripped the closest thing to him tightly which happened to be a pillow and thrust his hips to meet his father’s movements.

Shikaku couldn’t take much, his son was so tight it was almost unbearably good, his thrusts slowly got faster and less controlled. This coupled with Shikamaru’s deep throated moans, well it was enough to finish it for him. He heard Shikamaru scream his name when he came, he might have shouted out too but he didn’t know for sure because he blacked out for a second. When he came round he mentally reminded himself to uncross his eyes, opening them he found himself lying next to Shikamaru on the bed, his son was watching him with an amused glint in his eyes. “Heh, who knew I was that good…”

“Oh shuddup you…it was just the drink tha did that,” Shikaku sat up slowly, leaning across to prod his son in the chest, “don’t be getting arrogant.” He fell back against the pillows, but grabbed Shikamaru’s arm as he did so pulling the boy with him, he slowly went about stroking his son’s hair.

Shikamaru had enough sense left to grab the blankets and cover them both before they fell asleep, he then lay beside his father with his head on the other’s chest, allowing Shikaku to go back to petting him softly. Shikamaru fought a purr that wanted to escape his throat and slowly drifted off with the soothing strokes, before he did he muttered one last thing.

“Love you…”

Shikaku blinked down at his son and then smiled.

“Love you too.”

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Shikaku slowly removed his arm from his face and looked over at his son again, something in him stirred as Shikamaru turned over. Those dark lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes, the confusion etched on his face slowly becoming one of remembrance and the adorable blush that crossed his face at the memories. Shikaku slowly reached across an experimentally ran a finger down his son’s cheek, Shikamaru subconsciously leant into the touch and closed his eyes. The older Nara smiled and whispered something, something that would soon become a secret show of affection between the two very controversial lovers.

“Love you son.”

“Love you too Dad.”

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Finished…

Sorry for the crappy sex, I wanted to write sex, wrote the oral...and when I got to writing the sex I just didn't feel like it anymore. Sigh.

On another note:

This also doubles as a tribute to Steve Irwin. He was a favorite of mine when I was a kid and today we had news of him killed by a Stingray barb through the chest.

He’s going to be sorely missed I would guess, he seemed to be a household name.