The Bachelor Party

A/N: This was written for the Neji Nymphomaniac Contest on Y!gallery. It is also the kiriban for the 100,000 reader of D/s Naruto, llyoung!

The Bachelor Party

This was it; there was no escaping fate now. Hyuuga Neji had struggled against this, had believed, really believed that it wouldn’t happen until this afternoon. But after an hour of torture as his curse seal was used against him, he’d broken. He would be married tomorrow morning. But even though he’d lost this battle, the war wasn’t over. They could force him to marry, but to fuck his wife?

Wife.

Neji vomited into the trashcan by his bed and lay back down on it. He wanted to break things, to scream, to cry, to slash his wrists, but he didn’t.

He was a Hyuuga, through and through.

He didn’t want to be, tried not to be. But style, class, and integrity were important to him. Yes, more important in some ways than his freedom. He wouldn’t lower himself—it was the Hyuugas who did this to him that were lowering themselves, the clan. To curse tiny, innocent children, and to torture someone that was willing to give everything to the clan but his bed and his babies—it was shameful.

He known since he was the smallest boy that he was gay and never wanted a child—a child that would be cursed like himself. But every male Hyuuga that had balls that could shoot out a potent load was married by age 30. It didn’t matter if you were gay or not, you married. And if you didn’t have a child by age 40, your life was a living hell. Neji had researched and talked to many married Hyuugas. Even those that were straight had rarely ended up in love matches. Moreover, for those few Hyuugas that hadn’t married by 31, family scorn had made their lives miserable.

As for love outside marriage, well, Hyuugas did not cheat, did not cause the clan public shame. And while a discrete one-night stand could be covered up, longer affairs couldn’t in a town with many ninjas and ninja dogs with noises that could smell a sex partner on a body hours afterwards. So for those rare Hyuugas that were homosexual, marriage was condemning them to a life of unfulfillment, of masturbation, of sexual repression.

The solution was, of course, to castrate yourself in a way that couldn’t be healed—but with Tsunade, the greatest living healer right here in Konoha, you pretty much would have to take it all off—cock and balls—for her not to be able to fix you. That was unacceptable to Neji. Besides, self-mutilation of any type was beneath him, beneath any Hyuuga worth anything.

He really hadn’t been able to think of anything to solve his problem—and he’d had years and years to think. He’d even finally broken down and asked Shikamaru for help, some five years ago. But even a genius like Shikamaru hadn’t seen a way around it, but at least they’d become friends as they talked over Neji’s problem and played shogi together.

And as if his thinking had summoned him, Shikamaru suddenly appeared in his room. Neji looked over at him, and it was all too much. He did what he never did—he cried.

He hated crying, hated how he couldn’t control the sounds he made. He hated how the snot seemed to gather in his nose and leak out, how the tears ran out and all over his face, how he couldn’t talk or even hold his body still. Hyuuga Neji didn’t cry, didn’t sob, didn’t snivel—and if he did, he didn’t do it in front of someone else!

Shikamaru—oh, god, Shikamaru—he could cry in front of his friend, today, his last day of “freedom.” But old habits die hard, and he got up and went to the window, fisting one hand in the curtain, his back to the room and his friend. He tried to focus on the sun setting and to stop his shameful break down.

The feel of Shikamaru pressing against him, the feeling of his hands coming around him—naked arms—was a shock. He turned around, and what he saw made him cry harder. His friend and occasional lover was naked, his hair down around his face. Shikamaru didn’t get naked or pull his hair down for sex, or at least he’d never done that with Neji before. Neji had always had to coax off the shadow nin’s clothes, always had to do the work, always had to be the one initiating sex. He’d stripped himself, stretched himself in front of Shikamaru, and ridden his cock. He’d felt proud of moving his friend to jerk him off as they fucked, of having made the lazy Shikamaru move and pant and come beneath him.

This, this stripping, this literal letting down of his hair, was Shikamaru’s gift to him. And it made him sob, thinking how he could so easily have fallen in love with Shikamaru. Even with only their deep friendship, the sex had been good, very good, and this, this would be the last time ever. He hadn’t thought his heart could break any more, but it did.

Shikamaru gently led him over to the bed, undressing him. He didn’t talk or try to stop Neji’s tears, didn’t try to hug him or comfort him. He just got him naked and pushed him down. There was no pity on his face, just a serious intensity. And then he began to stretch Neji. It was so odd to see Shikamaru above him, naked and moving. His fingers were long, and they found Neji’s prostate expertly. And soon Neji was forgetting everything but now, but this marvelous, wonderful wedding gift of Shikamaru’s. For once, the shadow nin was being aggressive and active, and it excited Neji more than he would have imagined.

He let Shikamaru know, let it out, and hid nothing. He shed his Hyuuga restraint, his Hyuuga values, his Hyuuga manners, and was just Neji.

“Shikamaru! Shikamaru! So good! Ah, god, perfect! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me now I’m ready!”

Shikamaru suddenly grinned down at him and said, “If you’d begged me like this before, I’d have done this sooner.” Then he jerked up Neji’s legs and sunk into him.

“Shikamaru!” screamed Neji. Oh god, Shika could fuck! Was this how he’d fucked his other lovers? Had all he had to do was ask? Hyuuga Neji didn’t ask, didn’t beg, didn’t talk dirty, didn’t scream during sex. That wasn’t cool, wasn’t the Hyuuga way. But today, today, he was just Neji, so he screamed and moaned and begged. “Deeper! Fuck me deeper! Harder! Shikamaru! Yes! Pound me! Fuck, I love your cock! I love this! Fuck me! God damn it, fuck me! Screw me to the floor with your fuckstick!”

God, god, this was the best sex of his life! And when Shikamaru snarled at him, jerking his legs even higher and slamming down harder, he sobbed at how good it felt. Shika’s hand grabbed his cock, jerking, and then just as he came, he felt the shadow nin explode inside him and shout, “Neji!” They came together, and then Shikamaru pulled out and collapsed on his back beside him.

“That was the best sex of my life, Shikamaru,” said Neji honestly, “and probably it will be for the rest of my life.”

“You’re not married yet, and the night’s young,” said Shikamaru. “Lee’s at the door, no doubt on the edge of coming. Why don’t you try acting human when he fucks you and see what happens?”

“Shikamaru!”

“Neji, I’m too tired to fucking move. Tell Lee to come in.”

Yes, that was Lee at the door. Lee, his best friend—a friend older and closer than Shikamaru. Oh, god, Lee, he would never get to fuck Lee again! “Come in,” he cried, needing to see his friend, to hug his friend, and not caring about the circumstances.

“Neji!”

“Lee!”

They met halfway between the door and the bed. Neji clung to Lee, bursting into tears again. Shocked Lee picked him up and walked to the bed, setting him down on it. “Stop it, Nej, please, stop,” said Lee, kneeling in front of him.

“Lee, fuck me and make me forget, please,” asked Neji, his Hyuuga pride completely gone. “I need you, teammate.”

“Always, Nej, my teammate, always,” said Lee. “I promise if I can’t fuck you myself, I’ll always find someone to do it, to make your pain disappear with sex.” And he smiled that nice-guy smile of his, holding up his thumb.

Neji almost smiled back, and his tears stopped.

Lee stripped off his green pantsuit, his legwarmers, making sure to carefully set down the weights so that they wouldn’t damage the floorboards. And then he picked Neji up in his arms and lowered him down on his cock. Neji wrapped his arms around Lee and let his teammate raise and lower him. “Oh, god, Lee, Lee,” he moaned.

“I will fuck you eight times tonight, Nej, or I vow to run around Konoha five hundred times backwards!”

And that, that made Neji smile—not a big smile, but a smile. He leaned forward, kissing Lee with a passion he’d never shown any of the other times that they’d fucked. “Oh, god, Lee, it feels good!”

“Nej, it really feels good?”

“Oh, god, Lee, you always feel good! You fuck with such force, such stamina!”

Lee blushed, and Neji shook his head and really smiled. Only Lee could blush about a complement while calmly fucking him in front of someone else!

Neji moaned and let his head roll back, his legs crossing around Lee’s back. His teammate raised and lowered him easily, making him feel small and safe in his arms.

“Lee, god, Lee, yes, that’s it! God, yes! Fill my ass with your cum, too! I want you and Shika’s cum in my ass tonight at the party. God, I want to wear a plug and feel that wetness in my chute, feel how stretched out I am!”

“Hyuuga Neji!” gasped Lee, and Neji raised his head to look at Lee’s face. Lee’s black eyes were huge in his face, and he looked so shocked that Neji smiled again.

“No, no, not I’m not a Hyuuga tonight! I’m just Neji, Lee, just a man named Neji that needs your cock to blow a load of cum deep inside my ass. God, Lee, fuck me harder, faster!”

“Yosh!” cried Lee, now raising and lowering Neji rapidly, wildly. His cock hit deep in Neji, forcing out Shikamaru’s cum, and it was dripping around his asshole, running along his taint. Hyuuga Neji would have objected to that mess, but Neji the man was excited by it.

“Yes! Yes! Lee you’re fucking Shika’s cum right out of my hole, filling me, fucking me so good, so deep!”

“Neji! Neji!” cried Lee, sounding like he was close to coming.

And then Shikamaru was there behind Neji, his arms reaching around and plucking at Neji’s nipples, his cock once more hard against Neji’s ass. He could feel it along his ass crack as Lee raised and slammed him down on to his erection. The feeling of being between his two fuck buddies was too much for Neji, and with a cry, he came, screaming, “I’m shooting my load, god, fuck!”

He felt himself spurting out, then another spray, then another, shocking himself that he had that much cum so soon after Shikamaru had brought him to climax.

“Neji! Neji!” cried Lee, lifting and dropping Neji on his cock a few more times before he released himself inside his best friend and teammate.

“Yes, Lee, yes!” cried out Neji, “Fill me with your spunk, shoot that cum inside my ass! Spray my chute everywhere!” Oh god, it felt so good, so insanely good to scream out these dirty, dirty things that no Hyuuga would ever, ever say. No, this dirty-mouthed Neji was no Hyuuga at all!

“You slut! You dirty slut!” growled Shikamaru in his ear, making Neji moan.

“God, yes, yes, I’m a slut, Shikamaru!” he moaned out. “Fuck me again with that hard cock I feel on my ass!”

“Lee, you hold him and lift him for me,” ordered Shikamaru. “I’m going to stick my cock back in this little nymphomaniac here and fill his slutty ass with more cum. His slutty hole is begging to be taken again already.”

Shikamaru’s dirty talk made Neji cry out and shiver. He couldn’t get hard again, but he wasn’t exhausted, wasn’t tired of sex at all. No, he wanted it, needed it, craved it. “Please, Shika! Please, fuck my sluthole, fuck me again and fill me till I’m so full of cum it spurts out around your cock like a fountain!”

“Yeah, little Neji slut, that’s what I’m going to do to you!” And then Shikamaru, passive Shikamaru, bit his shoulderblade.

Neji cried out at the sudden pain, shocked both at Shikamaru doing it and the thrill that swept through him. Oh, god, what was he doing? What, how, no, oh god, how had he come to a point where he was dripping with two men’s cum inside his ass, held between them, still being forced down on a hard dick?

“What’s inside your ass, Neji? Tell your teammate, Lee, what’s in your ass, now,” commanded Shikamaru.

“Lee, Lee, my ass is full of Shikamaru’s hard cock!” cried out Neji, shaking violently as he said that. He felt his cock give a tiny twitch.

“Raise him higher, Lee, and hold him there,” demanded Shikamaru. Bewildered Neji felt Shikamaru’s cock slide out his ass, and he whimpered at its loss.

Then the shadow nin’s hand slapped his ass hard. Neji convulsed, and he felt a huge blop of cum spill out his ass, dropping down to the floor. “Bad slut! That’s not all that’s in this slutty ass of yours!” And Shikamaru slapped him again, then again. Neji cried out, and his ass contracted wildly.

“Tell him, sluthole!” ordered Shikamaru again with yet another hard slap.

“Oh, god! Lee, Lee, I have cum in my ass! Your cum! Shikamaru’s cum! Oh, god, Shikamaru, Shikamaru, it burns!”

“Then you won’t get hard from this will you, Neji?” said Shikamaru his voice now lazy again, light. But the slap on his ass was anything but light! Once more Neji’s ass muscles tightened, and he could feel cum squirting out of his ass. Oh, god, his floor would be so dirty! And god, yes, yes, he was starting to get a little hard from this!

“He’s about half hard, Shikamaru,” said Lee. “I think he’s ready for more fucking!”

“I’ll decide when the slut is ready, Lee,” said Shikamaru with another hard slap.

“Oh, god, Shikamaru, I’m ready!” cried Neji. “Yes, please, fuck me more! Put your cock back in my ass and fuck me!”

“You really are a slut tonight, aren’t you, Neji?” said Shikamaru, slapping him yet again. “I can see your asshole winking at me, begging for cock!”

“Yes, I’m begging for cock, please, please!” wailed Neji.

“Shall I give it to him, Lee?” asked Shikamaru, smacking each asscheek rapidly three times from top to bottom. That was too much! The pain, the speed of the smacks, the rapid contracting of his ass—oh, god, oh god, oh god!

“He’s fully hard, now, Shikamaru-kun,” said Lee, sounding amazed.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you again, Neji,” said Shikamaru, his voice commanding and anything but lazy.

Neji gave a scream as his body slammed down around Shikamaru’s cock.

“Neji, you’re so hot, you’re so fucking sexy, I’m hard again too!” cried out Lee.

That made Neji quiver all over. Lee always recovered fast from an orgasm, but this fast? And Lee was telling him he was hot? He was FUCKING sexy? Lee didn’t curse like that! “Lee, Lee,” gasped out Neji.

“I’m the one fucking you, Neji,” snarled Shikamaru, his hands now gripping Neji’s body above Lee’s and making Neji’s body slam down on his cock even harder.

“Shikamaru! Yes!” cried out Neji.

With both Lee and Shikamaru raising and lowering him, the fucking was too violent for Neji to catch his breath, to find words. He moaned and screamed, lost in some bizarre world where he was nothing but a fucktoy being used by two friends.

“Lee, put a finger in his hole!” ordered Shikamaru, shocking Neji.

“Yosh!” cried Lee, and his index finger reached up and shoved in Neji’s asschute alongside of Shikamaru’s cock, making Neji scream. This, oh, god, this was too much! He was going to die of mortification! No Hyuuga could tolerate such a thing! This was too dirty, too obscene! No, no, fuck the Hyuugas, fuck his clan! Nothing was too dirty for just Neji, nothing too dirty for tonight, his last night of sex!

“Yes! Yes! You’re both in my ass! My ass is a slut that wants you both!” he cried.

“Oh, fuck me,” groaned Shikamaru and started to come. Neji felt the warm cum bursting out inside him. But there was no room for it! Shikamaru’s cock was buried to his balls inside him, and Lee’s index finger was up in there too! Yet he felt the cum forcing itself out, forcing itself down around that cock and finger, running along Lee’s hand.

“Oh, god damn, fucking mother of god!” moaned Shikamaru. “I need to lay down, Lee, move us to the bed.”

And Lee somehow maneuvered them so that Shikamaru was sitting on the bed, his cock still in Neji’s ass, Neji seated on him.

“Hold his legs back, Shikamaru, you can’t be too tired to do that,” said Lee, pulling his finger out of Neji, making him cry out as cum flooded out in the gap now left between Shikamaru’s softening penis and the walls of Neji’s ass.

“You’re troublesome, Lee,” muttered Shikamaru. Yet, despite his friend’s complaint, Neji felt himself jerked back on Shikamaru’s chest as the shadow nin’s back fell to the bed. His legs that were locked around Lee were pulled apart by his teammate and pushed back into Shikamaru’s hands. The nin held him so Neji’s knees were against his body. Shikamaru’s cock had slid out in this rearranging, and more cum splurted out of Neji’s ass, that tight ring of muscle contracting, almost fluttering. Neji’s cock twitched. Then he felt Lee’s penis push into his wet, dripping hole, and his ass began to contract still more wildly. He cried out, shocked, not understanding the feelings of pleasure ripping through him. He wasn’t coming, but somehow it felt like he was. “Oh, god, fuck! My ass! Oh, god! Lee!” he screamed.

But Lee just grinned down at him, saying, “Seven more fucks, Neji, I promise you!”

That made Neji’s ass contract even more, pleasure shaking him.

“That’s an anal orgasm,” said Shikamaru in his lazy voice.

“I’ve got his legs now, Shikamaru,” said Lee, starting to move his cock in Neji, not very fast or hard, just sliding it in and out at a steady pace. “Yes, yes, now put two fingers in his ass, Shika-kun! Our Neji is slutty tonight!”

Neji looked up under his lashes at Lee, and sure enough, he was smiling that good-guy smile. “Oh, Lee,” moaned Neji, “Lee.”

“Trust me, teammate! We will make sure you get enough fucking tonight to last a lifetime!” promised Lee.

Lee’s words reminded Neji of the horror awaiting him tomorrow at the altar, but before he could despair again, Shikamaru thrust two fingers in his ass under Lee’s cock!

“Shikamaru!” screamed Neji, thinking he had probably screamed more than he had in his entire life to this point.

“Does it feel good, Nej?” asked Lee, looking concerned but not slowing his hips one bit. “Talk to me, teammate.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, Lee! It feels fucking good! God, yes! Fuck me all night! Fuck me until I can’t walk, till I can’t talk, till I can’t think! Oh, god, so full! My fucking ass is so full of your cock, with Shika’s fingers, and with both of your cum! Oh, god, god, I’ve never felt so full, so fucked, so filled completely with cock and cum! But I want more! Give me more, Lee! More!”

“I can’t, Nej, I can’t. My cock can’t get any harder or go any deeper,” said Lee earnestly, his hips still pumping steadily into Neji’s ass. “You need more, Nej?”

“Lee, yes, yes, more! More!”

“Nej, hang on,” said Lee, pumping his hips faster now, “Shika-kun, put another finger in that hot, hungry hole of his!”

Shikamaru moaned under Neji, and the shadow nin began to try to force his ring finger into Neji’s asshole next to his index and middle finger.

“Shikamaru! Oh, god, yes!” cried Neji, “Yes, shove it in me! Shove it right up my butthole! Yes, ram it in! Oh, god, god, it’s in! Oh god, god, FUCK! Lee faster! Harder!”

“Sure, Nej,” said Lee, now quickening his movements and thrusting with more force. His hips built up speed until they were moving so fast that to Neji it looked like they weren’t moving at all. Lee was using that same speed that made him seem invisible when he fought.

It was a bit too fast, a bit too hard, with Shikamaru’s three fingers curled along the bottom of his asshole and in as deep as they could go. His ass, still hot and sore from his spanking, could feel Shika’s pinky and thumb pressed against his cheeks. It could feel Shika’s body beneath him. It was all on the edge of pain, a mix of pain and pleasure that made Neji unable to think, unable to do anything but ride it out. He couldn’t think to cry out any more dirty words, couldn’t think to protest or beg for more, couldn’t do anything but feel his ass stretched wider than it ever had been. But all that cum made it slick and wet, and the deep thuds of Lee’s dick seemed to be beating into him, not words but feelings, feelings of being loved, being sexy, being wild, being free.

Neji was making sounds that he could barely register as human, but then he could barely register anything. And then Lee slammed in and stopped moving, screaming out something Neji couldn’t understand, and he felt Lee’s cum shooting inside him. The pressure, the heat, the impossible fullness inside him made his ass convulse so intensely that Neji’s thought returned to him, telling him, this was it, this was the end of his life. Yes, yes, this was the way to die, to die in pleasure so intense it was truly deadly! His own sperm blasted out like a thick white rope, not the clear, thin fluid of his second orgasm. He couldn’t tell if he was shooting out more than one blast of cum or just blacking out a bit during one, long spray, but it didn’t matter. Nothing, nothing mattered but the pleasure!

“Nej, Nej, Nej, god, Nej, I’ve never experienced anything like this,” Lee was saying. Neji screamed at Lee as he pulled out, and the cum inside him came out from his ass like some violent bowel movement. Unfortunately, he was still alive, still here, but the pleasure wracking his body made it worth living for.

Lee and Shikamaru moved him, moved themselves, so the three of them lay on the bed, Neji between them. Shikamaru’s fingers were still in Neji’s ass, and he slid in the pinkie and thumb and pressed them deeper.

“Oh, fuck, Nej, you should look,” said Lee. “Shika’s got all his fingers in you; oh, god, he’s pushing his fist in!”

Panic suddenly overtook Neji, and the need to pee that often overtook him after he came hard suddenly was painful, overwhelming.

“I’m going to put my fist in you, Neji,” said Shikamaru.

And, crying out, Neji lost control of his bladder, peeing over his body. Mortified, he felt the warm pee running down over him and Shika’s hand.

“Damn it!” cursed Shikamaru.

And Neji burst into tears for the second time that night. Now, now, he had to kill himself!

But Lee was carrying him to the bathroom, helping him void his ass and bladder, holding him in the shower, steadily telling him things that only Lee would say, ridiculous things like, he was proving himself to be in the flower of his youth, he was never more desirable, more beautiful, more sexy than he was in his passion tonight. That his pee, too, was sexy, that many people loved that sort of thing! All Neji’s fluids were precious—his saliva, his cum, his tears, and yes, his pee, too. Ah, his tears were both precious and beautiful, his ass was unbelievable, he was the fuck of Lee’s life.

And his hair, his hair! Lee began washing it, spouting poetry about it, massaging the shampoo into his head as he told about all his fantasies about that hair of Neji’s. And then gently, his cock loose in Neji’s ass, he stood behind Neji, slowly, insanely, infuriatingly slowly, making love to him. Neji let it all pour over him—the water, Lee’s words, Lee’s touch. Lee’s orgasm felt gentle too—more a soft simple release, a warm, soothing wetness coating his insides. They stayed in the shower, Lee massaging Neji while the water washed away any of the cum that slowly seeped out of his swollen, red asshole. He’d never gotten hard, but it had felt good, soothing, sweet.

Then Shikamaru joined them there in the shower, telling them the bedroom was clean. That shocked Neji—lazy Shikamaru had cleaned up his bed? How? But somehow yes, the floor, the sheets, and the mattress were clean and dry. The room smelled of spices, too, cloves and cinnamon, with hints of vanilla.

“How?” asked Neji.

“I don’t know, but I felt him using a lot of chakra,” said Lee. “But don’t worry about it, Nej.”

“Kiss me, Lee. Make me forget even the word worry, please.”

Lee didn’t answer in words but with his lips.

They kissed so deeply, so intensely that the touch of Shikamaru’s hand on his ass was a shock. But that hand was wet with something that made his asshole feel good. “Shh, relax,” he heard the shadow nin say, “this will take away the pain and ease any bruising. Just let me work it into you.”

And it did feel good—the soreness vanished as Shika’s long fingers soothed it around him. And the longer he worked it into him, the numbness was replaced by a tingling, pleasant feeling. No, a tingling, arousing feeling. Neji started moaning into Lee’s kiss, pushing his ass down on Shikamaru’s fingers. The shadow nin kept adding more salve to his fingers, pushing them in further, pushing in more fingers, coating, making him tingle, making him feel so good.

Lee stopped kissing him and whispered to Neji about how sexy, how amazing it was to watch Shikamaru’s fingers vanish inside Neji’s ass. Neji was on his back now. Lee’s hand, dipped in the salve as well, started gently stroking Neji’s now erect cock, but lightly, teasingly, nothing that would help Neji get off at all. When all four of Shikamaru’s fingers were slipping in and out of Neji and Shikamaru’s thumb was slipping in just a bit with each inward push, Neji finally spoke. “Shika, do it, please. I want to feel your fist in me. I’ve never ever felt that, and god, I want to do that before I die this one time.”

Shikamaru planted soft, sweet kisses on Neji’s arm, his side. “Add more salve, Lee,” he said quietly in between those butterfly movements of his lips on Neji’s flushed and slightly sweaty skin. Lee stopped playing softly with Neji’s hard penis, and lifting Neji’s balls, he began to smooth more salve around Neji’s asshole and all over Shikamaru’s fist. Slowly, oh, so slowly, that fist slid into Neji. He gasped and moaned softly. Lee and Shikamaru were whispering to him, whispering words of love, praise of him, his body, the beauty of what they were doing. Never, never had Neji thought that fisting would be such a sweet, slow thing.

Nothing so big had ever been inside him—and this thing in him was his friend’s fist and wrist! He had a fist in him! The contrast between the sweet words and slow movements and the intensity of feeling so full along with the knowledge of how dirty, how shocking, how completely un-Hyuuga like this was kept Neji’s cock up in the air, full of blood. The tip of his cock was dry, of course, but still he was as stiff as he could get.

But too soon, Shikamaru was pulling out. “No, no, don’t stop, Shikamaru,” said Neji.

“Shhh, Neji, shhh, we’re going to give you something better now.”

“What?”

“Both of us,” whispered Shika. “Do you want that, do you want our two cocks inside you?”

“Yes! Oh, god, yes!” cried Neji, and the tip of his cock wettened.

Shikamaru’s fist slowly was drawn out. Then more kisses, more salve, more sweet words, and finally Lee and Shikamaru rose up from the bed. They held Neji between them once more, but with Neji facing Shikamaru this time. Shikamaru put his cock inside Neji first; then Lee, the stronger of the two, gradually pushed his inside along it.

They all stood there, still, panting heavily, moaning when the two cocks were in Neji’s ass as far as they could go.

Then Shikamaru said, “Neji, I love your fucking slutty ass so much!”

Neji and Lee started laughing—but the laughter made Neji’s and Lee’s bodies shake—and the sensation felt so fucking good!

“Oh, yes, yes!” cried Neji. “Now move! Come on, move in me! Let me feel my friends fucking me!”

“This salve not only heals your ass, but it helps your cock stay stiff, and it tingles too,” said Shikamaru.

“Oh, god, god,” moaned Lee.

“Fuck me!” cried Neji.

And they did, oh god, they did.

“Nej, we’re fucking you, we’re fucking you together,” said Lee, seeming in shock, although he lifted and lowered Neji in a smooth, regular rhythm.

“I’m fucking you, Neji, you’re my slutbitch. I’m taking your ass, your fucking slutty ass that needs two cocks in it to be satisfied. You fucking slutty bitch! You fucking sexy, slutty bitch! Take it, take my cock, take both of our cocks, take them in that shit chute of yours, you little uke bitch! Beg for it, beg for it, bitch!”

No one talked to Hyuuga Neji this way ever! He’d never even read or watched porn with this kind of language—that wasn’t the Hyuuga way. But he was no Hyuuga tonight, no, tonight he was an uke slutbitch, a hole that needed cock, as ass that needed cum! “Please, please, fuck me, fuck me!”

“That’s it, good little bitch!” said Shikamaru.

“Oh, Nej, Nej, oh my fucking god, Nej!” moaned Lee.

“Yes, I want this! I want cock! I love cock! My ass is a cock slut! Feed it cock! Feed my slutty cock-loving ass the fucking cock it needs! Fuck me, come on you fuckers, fuck me!” cried out Neji.

“Cockslut, Nej, cockslut,” moaned Lee.

“Yeah, I’ll feed you fucking cock! Take it, take it deep, bitch!” snarled Shikamaru. “Feel us fucking you, fucking that cockslut hole of yours!” Shikamaru began to urge Lee to raise and lower Neji faster and harder.

“Oh, god, god!” shrieked Neji at the new pace, at the force of those cocks pushing into him now harder. “Oh, god!”

“Does it hurt, cockslut--I mean Nej! Oh, god, oh god, oh god,” moaned Lee.

“Answer him, fuck-hole, answer him,” demanded Shikamaru.

They were all sweating, straining, panting now. “Yes, but I like it! I want it! Fuck me! Fuck me good! Give it to me! I want to feel you fucking me my whole damn honeymoon!” screamed Neji.

And somehow that word honeymoon sent a charge through them all. Lee and Shikamaru grunted and thrust and jerked Neji’s body. Neji pinched his own nipple with one hand and frantically pumped his cock with the other. Then with another scream from a throat starting to feel raw, he came again.

“Now, Lee,” cried Shikamaru, starting to cum too, but Lee didn’t orgasm with them.

“Did you come, cockslut Neji?” Lee asked when Neji and Shikamaru had stopped coming.

“Yes, Lee, yes,” gasped out Neji, shuddering at the sound of Lee of all people calling him such a dirty name.

“Do you have cum in you now, cockslut?”

“Yes, Lee, yes!”

“Do you want me to come in you, too, cockslut?”

“Yes! Yes!”

And then Lee pushed up hard and fast into Neji, making Shika’s cum squirt out around his thrusting cock. “I’m coming in you, slut, coming now! Take my cum, Neji-bitch, take it, take it!” cried Lee. And Neji started to come again, overwhelmed by his Lee saying such nasty things and the feeling of Lee’s latest load of cum being dumped deep in his stretched and already fully filled ass.

They were all moaning and crying out, swaying, shaking.

But then Neji felt something hit his face, his eyes, his mouth. Cum! Impossible! But it was cum! But there was Genma, his senbon almost out of his mouth, his cock shooting them with cum, moaning!

“So fucking hot!” said Genma when he’d stopped coming. “The fucking hottest thing I’ve ever, ever seen! Please, please, I got to eat Neji’s ass, I gotta, I’ll die if I don’t! Let me eat that cockslut ass of his, taste your cum inside him. Two fucking loads of spunk dripping out of Hyuuga Neji’s ass, mother of god!”

Neji found himself laying face down on the bed, his ass on the edge, his legs hanging down. And then Genma’s tongue was there in his asshole, thrusting in, sucking, licking, moaning. Genma, dear god, Genma, the man who could give head and rim better than anyone in Konoha! Genma had his tongue inside Neji’s ass!

He didn’t know how long Genma was back there—in fact, he might have drifted asleep at one point. But when Genma thrust his cock inside him and began pounding into him, Neji moaned.

“Are you my bitch, Neji? Are you Genma’s bitch?”

“Yes, Genma, yes, I’m your bitch! I’m your fuckhole, your slut!” Three men, oh, god, three men had fucked him—yes, yes, yes! He was being taken by Genma, powerful, beautiful Genma that he’d wanted since that first chuunin exam all those years ago!

“Genma, Genma, I’ve wanted your cock since I was thirteen! Give it to me! Give it to me hard, Genma! Gorgeous, gorgeous Genma!”

“Fuck me and my mother!” gasped out Genma and then a long stream of curses that impressed all three of the younger men there.

“Yes, yes! Make my dreams come true, Genma, fuck me hard and shoot a load of cum deep in my slutty wet hole! Ram me! Split me! Take me, take me!”

Genma’s curses blended together and got stranger. Even Shikamaru couldn’t recognize some of the words he was shouting out now, and he suspected some of it was just nonsense. And with more violent cursing, Genma came. He slid down to the floor and lay on his back, still cursing although now almost silently, his lips moving.

“Genma-sempai! Are you ok? Can I help you?” asked Lee.

Shikamaru laughed. “Leave him alone, Lee. He’s fine! He’s just in shock. Get that outfit for Neji to wear that I told you to bring. It’s time to dress him and go over and pick up Kiba. Here, Neji, this will hold the cum in you,” said Shikamaru pushing a huge butt plug into his ass. “Do you need to pee?”

“Yes, please,” said Neji, unable to move.

“Lee,” said Shikamaru.

When Lee brought him back to the room, Genma was still on the floor, his dick out of his pants, muttering. Shikamaru was fully dressed, his hair up in that shaggy ponytail on the top of his head. Neji blinked. If his ass wasn’t stretched wide with the huge buttplug and wet with the cum of three men, he’d have wondered if this had been a dream. Shikamaru had fucked him naked with his hair down, not once, but three times—and had fisted him! That hand, that wrist, looking so normal, that had been in his ass! Neji’s ass contracted around the plug inside him, and he stumbled, moaning. His cock was getting hard again!

“Cockslut!” said Lee.

Neji moaned more and clung to Lee, trembling.

Shikamaru smiled wickedly at him, saying, “No more fucking now, slut, time for you to get dressed.”

Neji shook with quivers and moaned again. He felt Genma’s hands on his legs and cried out, “Please!”

But Shikamaru said, “I’ll give you another spanking, slut, if you don’t let us dress you!”

“Spanking! I missed a spanking!” whined Genma.

“You missed Shikamaru fisting Neji,” said Lee proudly.

Genma let out a moan and began jacking off.

“If you don’t save it, Genma, you won’t be able to fuck Neji again,” said Shikamaru.

“I’m dying, I’m dying,” cried Genma sounding tortured, and as if to prove it, his nose started gushing blood. Lee started laughing.

Genma moaned weakly and drabbed at his nose with the handkerchief that Shikamaru had dropped on his chest, still pulling on his cock with the other hand, but slower now.

Neji let himself be dressed, moaning and trembling, aroused. He kept clenching around that butt plug and wiggling, breathing heavily. But suddenly he became aware that no one was touching him, that no one was making a sound. He stopped moving on his messy bed, sitting up. Genma, Lee, and Shikamaru were all looking at him with such lust in their eyes, he shuddered. Genma’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

“Come here, Nej,” said Lee in a hoarse voice, “Look in the mirror.” Neji got up and looked. Oh dear fucking god, no! That, that thing was him? In the mirror was a man in a skintight pair of green lycra pants that bulged out obscenely over a huge erection. The tenting pulled the pants down too low so the top of his pubic hair was showing. The shirt—if it could be called that—was more green lycra that was so tight it showed his erect nipples, every muscle, even where he had hair on his chest. It had long sleeves, a high neck, but it stopped two inches under his hard little tits. On his head, the green curse seal showed, and his hair—oh god, his hair! It looked like the hair of a man that had been fucked thoroughly! And god, god, he was such a man! Hey, if that wasn’t him, it would be sort of sexy. Neji started to blush, making Shikamaru chuckle, and Genma curse. Then with puffs of smoke, they were all in Kiba’s bedroom.

Neji blinked. The mirror was gone, and in front of him was his friend Kiba, jerking off. He could tell the second his scent hit Kiba’s nose because he started to come violently and, well, howled. His cock didn’t go soft, however, and Kiba rose up and strode over to Neji, growling.

“Kiba, Kiba, fuck me!” cried Neji. Kiba, oh, Kiba! No one fucked like Kiba!

“Show me the scar, Neji, show me,” demanded Kiba.

“Here, Kiba, here,” said Neji pushing out his arm, jerking up the green lycra sleeve, showing the circle of teeth marks there. They were marks made by Neji’s teeth—a scar from when Kiba had fucked him, a scar that got deeper each of those three amazing, amazing times. Kiba, only Kiba, had made him want to scream and beg and moan so much he’d bitten his arm till it bleed each time. And that last time, oh, god, even then he’d moaned with the blood in his mouth. That was when he knew he could never, never let Kiba fuck him again because he’d either bleed to death, biting his arm off, or scream and beg and act like a slut. And no Hyuuga did that. But tonight, tonight, Neji was a slut, a cockslut!

He fell on his knees, looking up at Kiba, begging again, “Please, Kiba, please, please. It’s just sex, just once, only once, fuck me again now before I can never be fucked again, before I’m doomed to a life without love or lovers!”

Kiba howled again, his fangs grew, and his fingernails became claws. He ripped the lycra pants and top off Neji, making him cry out in pleasure. Then he jerked the butt plug out and threw it across the room.

“Kiba!” cried Neji, feeling that fat, huge cock of Kiba’s against the top of his asscrack.

But then a soft, quiet voice said, “Kiba.”

And Neji dropped his head, without caring who saw, and started to cry quietly.

“Shino, Shino, he begged! He’s fucking crying! Shino, god, you know I love you, baby! But this is Hyuuga Neji, Hyuuga Neji with Shikamaru’s, Lee’s, and Genma’s cum in him! And he begged me to fuck him!”

“Whose bitch are you, Kiba?” asked Shino in that quiet voice.

“Yours, Shino, yours!” shouted Kiba. “I’m proud of it! I love you! But, Shino, it’s Hyuuga Neji!”

“Shino, you can fuck me first,” said Neji, his voice sounding miserable and pathetic.

“Very well,” said Shino softly. “Wait and watch me, my little bitch!”

Kiba howled again. “Ah, babe, babe, I love you, I love you!”

“Quiet,” said Shino, and abruptly Kiba shut up.

Neji wiped the tears from his face and looked over his shoulder at Shino, who slowly began to strip. Fuck! Shino was built! And hung! Holy shit! Aside from the odd pattern of dotted scars all over his skin from where his bugs would burst from his body, he had the most fit looking body of any of them, even though all of them knew that Rock Lee was physically stronger.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” said Genma, as if he couldn’t remember how to curse anymore. “I gotta jack off to this, fuck, I’m not going to last!”

“You fuck him first, Genma, then Shino,” said Shikamaru.

And that was all it took—no one asked Neji there on the floor, naked on his hands and knees, ass in the air. But as Genma’s cock slammed into him hard with no lube, no prep, all Neji felt was pleasure, a deep pleasure. His ass was still wet inside and loose, and Genma’s cock felt so good. “Yes, Genma, yes!” cried Neji. “Oh, god, yes, yes, fill me again with your hot spunk!”

“Holy fucking god!” screamed Kiba.

“I said you were to be quiet, bitch. Now fetch the crop,” said Shino.

Neji didn’t hear that because he was moaning and bucking his ass up at Genma who was shouting, “Fuck! Neji! Fuck! Yeah, I’m fucking your slutty ass!”

But then in front of them was Kiba on his hands and knees, and Shino hitting his ass with a riding crop.

“No fair!” screamed Genma as he came, falling forward over Neji, moaning. But he kept his head up, watching that crop swing down and land on Kiba’s bare ass, leaving red stripes on it. He shuddered and spewed cum into Neji, who was crying out and shaking, his white eyes huge as he watched Shino punish Kiba. When Genma finally stopped moaning, the sound of the crop hitting Kiba’s ass was the only thing to be heard in the room aside from some heavy breathing.

Then the crop stopped, and Shino said, “Are you prepared to be quiet now, bitch?” Kiba nodded his head, not making a noise.

“Suck me, bitch, so I can fuck Hyuuga Neji while you watch me,” said Shino.

It was clear that Kiba was suffering, holding back his moans, and his cock was dripping with so much precum, it almost looked as if he’d already come.

“If you come before I do, you can’t fuck him,” said Shino. A look of anguish appeared on Kiba’s face, and they could all hear the whimper he held inside. He took Shino’s nine-inch cock into his throat, eagerly, and as they watched, even Genma was a little impressed.

“Stop,” said Shino after a few minutes, and Kiba froze.

Then the bug nin walked around Neji. Neji whimpered and trembled.

“Do you want me, Hyuuga?” demanded Shino.

Oh, god, yes, he did. He wanted that dominance to take him over, to control him. “Yes, Master Shino, please, please fuck me even though I don’t deserve it.”

Shino thrust in and said, “He’s loose, Kiba. I don’t see why you would like his ass so much.”

“I fisted that cockslut ass of his, and Lee and I fucked him hard together,” said Shikamaru in his lazy voice. Kiba’s cock jerked wildly, and blood began to seep out of the corners of his mouth. It was clear he was using his fangs on his tongue to keep from making noise. Genma’s nose was bleeding again, and he was making odd gargling noises around his senbon.

“Ah!” said Shino, looking up at Shikamaru and Lee. Lee’s cock was making his jumpsuit tent, and there was a wet spot at the place where the head was pushing against the fabric. “Lee, strip. I need you to fuck this slutty ass with me or else I can’t get off, it’s so fucking loose. Tighten up, bitch,” said Shino, jerking Neji’s hair hard.

It hurt, and Neji cried out, his ass tightening in response to the pain.

“That’s it, slut, tighten that sluthole of yours,” demanded Shino.

Neji shuddered at his position, at those humiliating words, at the fact he was aroused by being treated so badly. Oh, god, god, he really, really was a slut! A desperate, pain- and humiliation-loving slut!

“I’m ready, Shino-kun,” cried Lee. “Neji, this will be fuck number five!”

Genma remembered his curses and started up with them again.

“Lay on the bed, face up, your ass at the edge, Lee,” ordered Shino.

Lee did that eagerly. Shino pulled out of Neji and picked him up as if he weighed nothing and carried him over to Lee. “Straddle him, slut,” he ordered. Shivering Neji put his arms on Lee’s shoulders and began to lower himself down.

“Ah, Nej, I love you,” said Lee, taking Neji’s fears away.

“Oh, Lee,” Neji sighed out, sinking down on his familiar cock. But then both Neji and Lee cried out as Shino pushed them back on the bed.

“Kiba, more saliva,” snapped Shino. Neji, unable to look back at Kiba because of Shino’s hand on his neck, moaned and wiggled on Lee’s cock.

“Cockslut,” said Lee.

“Yes!” cried Neji.

And then, there it was, Shino’s huge cock, bigger than Shikamaru’s, forcing itself into his ass. Neji screamed as Shino shoved it deep in him in one thrust and began to orgasm again. His cum shot out between Lee and himself as he screamed. He hurt, but it was so arousing to be hurt by this Master that had beaten Kiba in front of him, leaving those cruel red stripes on his ass, that Neji felt the pain as pleasure. Shino drove in him violently, roughly, but Neji’s cock kept spraying, and by the sixth stroke of Shino, when he could spray out no more cum, he was still contracting, feeling like he was coming. His cock stayed hard, pressed in the sticky space between Lee and himself. Lee, unable to move, was moaning, and his eyes were rolling in his head.

“Master Shino! Master Shino!” cried out Neji.

Shino pulled his body up by the hair, making Neji scream and convulse even more. His long cock thrust in all the way once, twice, then the hand not holding Neji’s body up by the hair, reached around Neji’s body and pinched his nipple, digging in the nail. The pain exploded in Neji’s chest, and his cock shot out another spurt of cum, and then Shino laughed. Neji didn’t remember anything after that—all he remembered was an agony mixed with an orgasm, first wet, then a dry orgasm, an orgasm that didn’t stop. The pain in his nipple was unbearable—but no, not really because nothing, nothing compared to the curse scar’s pain of course. The dark mix of pleasure and pain was too much, however, and he felt himself passing out. He awoke still on Lee’s lap, still impaled on Lee’s cock, his nipple on fire, throbbing, his ass aching and contracting around Lee’s cock.

Shikamaru moved the smelling salts away from his nose and offered him a drink. He gulped it down.

“Nej, are you ok?” asked Lee, his fingertip brushing over the nipple Shino had tortured. It was the lightest of touches.

Neji convulsed, crying out, “Oh, god, god, god!”

Lee asked again, “Nej, was that a yes or no? Answer me, Nej, answer me.”

“Yes or no what, Lee?” cried Neji raising and lowering himself on Lee’s erection. “God, can’t you just fuck me, Lee? God damn it! I need you to fuck me, Lee!”

Lee grinned up at Nej and said, “Cockslut!” Then he rose up and turned around, letting Neji’s head fly down towards the bed. He jerked Neji’s legs up over his shoulders and thrust in with that speed, that Rock Lee speed that made his movements almost invisible. Each thrust hit Neji’s prostate, and he began to come without coming, another dry orgasm, shuddering and moaning, lost to everything but the pleasure.

All too soon it seemed to Neji, Lee was screaming, a most un-Lee-like phrase, “Take my spunk in your slutty ass!”

“Yes, Lee, yes, fill me! Fill me with your spunk! Fill me to the brim with that hot cum of yours!”

But Lee was jerked away from him, and Kiba picked him up and hurled him to the floor. Neji screamed. But already, Kiba’s thick, wide cock was inside his ass, pounding into him. Oh, god, god! For the first time when Kiba fucked him like this, fucked him like some animal, he could scream, he could beg for it, he could beg for it harder, deeper. He felt Kiba’s claws on his hips, his back. The only thing that could make this better was for them to be under the night sky in a dirty field with the full moon above. Neji bucked up, thrusting his ass up, squeezing as tight as he could around Kiba, shouting out how much he love Kiba’s big fat dick, how much he wanted that dick deep in his ass, taking him like an animal, using him, fucking him into the ground. He screamed and sobbed and begged till his throat ached.

Kiba was wild, half beast, half man now, and Neji was bucking and squeezing as if he had all the energy in the world. This was beyond fucking, this was rutting, this was raw and savage. Kiba’s hand reached around Neji’s mouth, and Neji bit down till he tasted that unmistakable taste of blood. He sucked at the wound till Kiba jerked his hand away, making Neji growl and screech at the lost. The wild rutting continued until Shino said, “Now, Kiba,” in a sharp voice that carried over the sounds they were making. Kiba roared and then jerked Neji’s body up, thrusting up hard into him, biting down on his neck. Piereced by cock and fangs, Neji hung there in a state beyond pleasure, beyond words, screaming silently, his cock thrashing as he came without sperm. But inside his ass, Kiba was dumping shot after shot of hot, thick cum.

But, Shino growled, saying, “Now,” and Neji felt himself falling. Someone caught him—he couldn’t register it, and immediately a mouth was on his ass, sucking the cum spilling out of it. He was lowered to the floor, and he realized it was Shikamaru doing that and petting his hair. The mouth devouring and sucking on his ass was Genma’s. But there, there in front of his eyes was Kiba now on his hands and knees, being fucked violently by Shino. And Kiba’s sounds, his ecstasy—if they had thought he was like animal, wild, before, that was nothing. His body convulsed, covering with fur and then loosing it, his fangs growing longer and sharper, his claws scoring the wood floor.

The others watched.

And watched.

And watched.

Until a good twenty minutes later, Shino ordered Kiba to come for him and filled his willing, eager ass. Shino kept coming in Kiba until they could all see the cum oozing from Kiba’s stretched asshole, filled with that big nine-inch dick of Shino’s.

They sighed, almost as one, exhausted. For ten minutes, no one moved nor said a thing.

Finally Shikamaru said, “Oy, it’s troublesome, but we need to go to Chouji’s place.”

“I don’t have any clothes,” said Neji.

“Do I have to dress, Master?” asked Kiba.

“No, baby,” said Shino his voice so soft and full of love that everyone turned and stared. How had that voice of cold authority changed so much? But Shino was cradling an exhausted, bloody Kiba in his arms, kissing him. It felt wrong to look at such a tender, private moment, and Lee vanished, taking Genma with his pants still around his knees. Not even a second later, Shikamaru and Neji disappeared and reappeared in Chouji’s huge warehouse-sized living room. It actually was a warehouse, really, because Chouji liked to practice his enlargement jutsu indoors.

Tonight it was full of food, drinks, and friends. There was Iruka-sensei! And Kakashi, reading of course! Chouji hugged Shikamaru, then Neji. Neji felt himself blushing everywhere. And to his mortification, his cock rose.

Chouji laughed and called out loudly, “Look, everyone, Neji’s glad to see me!”

They all laughed. When the laughter started to die down, Neji heard Genma’s voice saying, “Look at that red, open asshole of his! I tell you I saw him fucked by Lee and Shikamaru together and then Shino and Lee together! He took those two cocks up in him and begged for more!”

Neji fell to the floor, pushing his head down to his knees, wrapping his arms around himself, mortified. But he felt Shikamaru, Chouji, and Lee surrounding him, petting him, stroking him, telling him it was ok, it was ok.

Then Kakashi said, seriously, “Raidou, shove your cock in Genma’s mouth. Keep him on his knees for the rest of the night, and if he starts talking again, put your cock in his mouth, or he won’t have any vocal cords.”

Everyone laughed a little nervously. But then Kakashi said, “Let me welcome the groom.”

Neji cringed, rocking in pain. Yes, yes, he was a groom, doomed to a life with no love, no ass, no cock, no men fucking him.

But Kakashi was there, crouched in front of him.

“Look at me, Neji,” he said. Neji raised his white eyes to that one blue eye. Kakashi lifted his forehead protector, and Neji forgot everything, everything but that red, whirling eye, that Sharingan, the one eye superior to his own rare type of eye. Neji saw nothing but that eye. But then, it was covered again with Kakashi’s hitai-ate. The powerful jounin said softly, “Rise up, Neji, enough so your hair hides our faces. I’m going to pull down my mask and kiss you.”

Kakashi was going to show him his face and kiss him! Neji rose up as if in a dream, leaning his head down to Kakashi’s, letting his hair spill around him. Then a hand in a fingerless glove pulled down that mask, and after one glimpse of what had to be the most beautiful face he’d ever seen, Kakashi’s lips were on his. Kakashi! Kakashi who knew a thousand jutsus! Kakashi with the Sharingan, who could copy everything his eye saw! Kakashi with the biggest collection of gay porn in all of Konoha, probably all of Fire Country!

It was what Neji would classify as a kiss. No, it was, well, like being fucked to orgasm with just a tongue and lips and teeth. Is that possible? As Neji’s balls drew up, the only thing that kept him from coming was Kakashi’s hand reaching out and tightening around the base of his cock. Then the kiss—or whatever it was—was over, the mask was in place, and Kakashi was carrying Neji over to a futon. He lay on his back, aroused, aware only of that tall, thin jounin in front of him. He saw the clothing come off that pale body. Kakashi—nude. Kakashi, nude! He felt wetness running over his lips, over his chin, and then someone dabbing at his nose.

Kakashi, nude, naked, with no clothes.

Kakashi with an erect cock.

Kakashi spreading legs, filling him, sliding into him.

Kakashi’s cock in his ass.

Neji’s back arched, and he would have come, but again that hand held back his orgasm. A cock ring was snapped around him, and then, then—it was being fucked by a god. It was too good, too perfect, and Neji felt like he was floating, forced out his body, drifting above, looking down on those two bodies on the futon fucking. God, they were beautiful down there, that long thin body so pale over the younger one, flushed with dark hair spilled out over the futon in every direction. That was Hyuuga Neji, that body there under Kakashi! But that body was feeling too much, too much, too good, pleasure beyond what a body should experience. He couldn’t go back to that body, or he would die!

But somehow it was like he was thinning out, dispersing, he saw himself through Kakashi’s eyes, saw them all, saw all his friends around them, grinning, laughing, talking, and eating, Genma still sucking away at Raidou’s cock, Kotetsu and Izumo jerking each other off as they watched. Iruka was there with his eyes shut, shuddering, clearly having cum in his pants. Chouji was stuffing chips in his mouth; Shikamaru and Lee were watching intently. Shino was too, but periodically looking down watching himself fucking Kiba’s face hard. Gai was there, naked, shouting something, no doubt a ridiculous challenge to Kakashi. Gaara was eating calmly and looking around as if not sure what to look at. Kankurou was standing with his clothes around him, scattered, stroking his cock, looking strange with his makeup over naked skin. And Naruto, Naruto had cloned himself, and both clones were fucking Sasuke, neither of them looking at anyone else. Sai was still, motionless, and Tenzou was shaking his head, his glance moving between Iruka and the two bodies on that futon fucking.

Neji seemed to drift above the room, then drifted back into his body, and screamed at the sensations crashing into him as he fell into his skin. They were so intense that he felt as if his cells were exploding all at once. He was coming, dry, coming so hard, he was blacking out, breaking up, really, really dying.

A sound like a wave.

No thunder.

No, it was people clapping, cheering.

He opened his eyes to see people clapping as Kakashi bowed and accepted a drink.

Then Gai was bowing before Neji, asking his permission to fuck him. Shikamaru lifted Neji’s head and held a drink there for him. Lee gently wiped Neji’s body and face with a soft damp cloth, and Neji whispered to Gai, “Yes, please, sensei, fuck me.”

It was a little like being fucked by Lee, and Neji had this weird vision of Gai training Lee to fuck. But this, this fucking was normal, this was how humans fucked, this he could handle, this he could deal with, enjoy. That, that, whatever with Kakashi—oh, god, how could any human handle that? He watched Gai above him, still dazed, and not really aware of what Gai-sensei was saying, only he was saying something. Then Gai came in him and pulled out. He felt himself lifted, and then he was sliding down on Lee’s familiar, welcome cock, and Lee’s voice whispered in his ear, “This is fuck number six, cockslut.”

But Lee didn’t do anything really, just sat there with his cock hard and inside Neji. Shikamaru began to feed Neji, and he was soon joined by Iruka and Tenzou, who hovered over Iruka. Neji ate what Shikamaru’s hand and Iruka’s hand held out to him. His cock was hard, held in check by the cock ring, and every once in a while, Lee would raise and lower him or make his cock twitch inside Neji. He could feel the cum of Kakashi and Gai leaking steadily out around Lee’s cock, but he didn’t care. But Lee called out, “Chouji, could you clean up Neji and my lap for us?”

He was pulled off Lee gently, and Shikamaru and Iruka helped him get on his hands and knees facing Lee, his ass in the air. Then he felt what he was sure was a cock pushing inside him. But it was wet and shaped too weirdly. He turned and looked over his shoulder. Chouji’s tongue was like Orochimaru’s! It was huge and long. Chouji grinned and winked at Neji, wiggling that tongue on his prostate.

“Chouji!” gasped Neji.

“Thank him, cockslut,” said Lee.

“Thank you, Chouji! Thank you!” moaned Neji. That tongue then licked him all over, licked over his shoulder, licking Lee’s cock, his lap, before licking back down Neji’s back, his asscrack, and then thrusting into his ass again.

“Chouji! Chouji! Yes! God, yes!” cried Neji. “Oh, please, please, let me come, please! Chouji, Chouji, oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck my ass with that tongue! Yes, yes! Taste my ass full of cum, full of all my friends’ cum! My cock-loving ass! Yes, yes, taste what a slut I am! God, yes!”

But that tongue pulled out, and he was lifted back and placed on Lee’s cock.

“No! No! Please! I need fucked!”

“Shhh, Nej, shh!” said Lee.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! I need cock, I need it!”

“Ok, teammate, you got it, you got it!” said Lee. And he stood up with Neji on him, walking over the futon towards the floor which was more stable. But he walked Neji into Iruka, to pretty, sweet, Iruka-sensei, and Neji grabbed him, pulling him into his arms, kissing him. Iruka tried to break away, and Neji clung to him, licking that scar over his nose, rubbing his cock into Iruka’s shirt.

Lee pulled his head back saying, “Don’t assault, Iruka-sensei, Neji-slut.”

“Please, sensei! Please, please! Put your cock in me with Lee’s! My favorite academy teacher and my best friend fucking me together, together on my last night of sex, my last night of cock! Please sensei, fuck me! God, sensei, god, how I want you!”

Iruka looked like a man struck by lightening, his eyes impossibly wide, frozen. But Tenzou reached around him, kissing his ear, his neck, undoing his pants, pulling out Iruka’s cock. Iruka moaned, helpless, not moving, but his dick was hard and wet on the tip. Between Tenzou and Lee, Iruka’s cock was pushed inside Neji next to Lee’s. And then, then Iruka-sensei seemed to wake up! He thrust up into Neji, not like a shy man, but like that man that could scare anyone, even Ibiki.

“Lee, move at my pace,” ordered Iruka in that school-teacher voice of his.

“Oh sensei, sensei, I love your cock in me, I love it, I love it! I want you to blow a load deep in my ass!”

“Hyuuga Neji! There is no need for that sort of language,” scolded Iruka, fucking Neji hard and deep, harder in fact than Gai had! “Do you want to be punished? Tenzou, grow a birch branch to punish Neji’s dirty, slutty ass when I’m done dumping my cum in his fuckhole!”

Neji moaned, begging and pleading to be permitted to come, but Iruka only scolded him more and fucked him harder until Iruka was screaming, “You dirty, dirty, nasty boy!” and shooting cum into him. Neji felt Lee’s cock convulsing, shooting out cum, too. And the feel of two cocks shooting together, something he hadn’t yet felt, made him shout wildly. He was pushed down to his hands and knees, now on the hard floor, not the futon. Iruka ordered Neji to suck off Tenzou as he took the birch branch from him and began to beat him with it.

But nothing, nothing was punishment to Neji tonight, even the pain in his cock from not being able to come felt so good! Yes, yes, he was a pain slut, a cock slut, a humiliation slut now! He pushed his ass up again and again for Iruka’s blows, eagerly sucking Tenzou’s dick, taking it deep in his throat. When Tenzou began to cum, he drew back so he could taste the cum in his mouth. Then Raidou pushed Iruka aside, pushing his cock still wet with Genma’s saliva into Neji’s quivering, dripping asshole. Sai was there at his face, shocking Neji. His cock was even fatter than Kiba’s! It had to be over three inches in diameter! And long, long, way too long—eleven inches! Who had an eleven-inch dick?! God he knew Sai was always talking about cock, bragging about his cock, but he never thought—oh, god, god, Neji gagged and his eyes filled with tears as that cock pushed into his mouth harshly. It flew out, however, as Shikamaru and Lee jerked Sai back. Holding on firmly to Sai, Lee said, “Nej, Nej, if you still want this monster cock, I’m holding it for you!”

“Take it, cockslut,” ordered Shikamaru, “Show us you can take that beast in your mouth!”

Neji thrust his head forward, sucking on Sai’s dick, only able to take a small part of it in his mouth. But there, there on the dick in front of his face was Shika’s hand working it, playing with those big balls of Sai’s. Neji kept trying hard to suck in as much of Sai as he could, and Raidou’s hard thrusts helped, making his body fall forward as he shoved into Neji. But after the double penetration, Raidou’s fucking felt almost gentle. Neji’s body was tingling from Iruka’s birching, and he needed more. He tried to suck in the cock in his ass, and his throat worked hard, craving that cum, needing it, needing to fill him up, fill up the fear that was creeping in—was it already midnight? Was it his wedding day? Worried about that, he felt Raidou cum in him, but it wasn’t enough, not enough at all. Sai, cursing, pulled out of his mouth, out of Shikamaru’s and Lee’s grip, and went around and claimed Neji’s ass for himself.

Yes! Yes! That was a cock! That was some serious wood! He moaned, and, no longer able to scream at all, he said in voice now husky, “Fuck me with that monster cock, Sai! Oh, god, so good, so good! The biggest cock ever in my ass, ever! Yes, fuck me, fuck me!” Sai had no finesse, no skill—he was just big. But to Neji, his ass so stretched from all the fucking and double penetration, it felt just right. And Sai, for the first time in a long time, was able to fuck without fear of hurting anyone, without a painful constriction around his cock.

“Neji! So fucking good! Yes, take it all, take all of my cock! That’s a real cock in your ass now! Take it! Take it! Oh, god, NEJI!”

Someone released Neji’s cockring just as Sai came. They came together. Neji had never had his orgasm held back by a cockring before. His orgasm hit him like a strike of lightening—searing, shocking, consuming, brilliant, intense. And Sai, god, even with both Iruka and Lee coming, he thought Sai must be spraying more cum in him than the two of them had together. It felt like a hose in his ass! No, it felt like Sai was coming, like that monster cock was blowing a monster load! Neji’s own cock was spraying so hard that his cum was going a good five feet before falling to the floor. In front of Neji, he saw big white blops dropping down on the floor, and he was amazed his cock was able to shoot out anything but thin, clear liquid.

His arms collapsed, but hands grabbed at Neji. He was lifted up, lifted up by so many of them, taken back to the futon. But he asked for the bathroom, and Chouji lifted him, licking at him with his giant tongue, still enlarged by jutsu. Shikamaru came along, looking bored, as Chouji helped Neji shit out the cum in his ass and take a pee. Then as Neji was held by Chouji washing his face in the sink, Shikamaru was spraying something on his body. Neji felt tired, hurt, but then another man he vaguely recognized as a medical nin, a man whose name he couldn’t remember, began to heal him.

“Don’t heal Kiba’s bite! His claw marks! No, no! I need them! I need them to get through that wedding!” he begged. Shikamaru guided the medical nin, showing him what to heal, what not to. Chouji’s large tongue swished over Neji like he was a cat, licking his shoulder and arm, pushing into his arm pit, shocking him. Yet it felt so good! By the time they got out of the bathroom, Neji was astounded to be hard again, but the medical nin had laughed, healing his balls last before bending him over the sink and fucking his ass, now tight again. He used Chouji’s saliva for lube because now that Neji’s ass was healed it was tight once more around that man’s small dick.

When the medic nin whose name he didn’t even know finished inside him, Chouji’s tongue once more began licking and sucking up the cum, fucking his ass. Shikamaru pulled Neji around to him, kissing him passionately. Neji moaned and rubbed against Shika, still fully clothed. “Shikamaru, fuck me again, please!”

“No, my beloved slut, no,” said Shikamaru. “Later, later, I’ll fuck you again.”

“Promise me,” said Neji, delighted that his throat was healed.

“I promise,” said Shika. “Now, come on out and let’s enjoy Sasuke punishing Naruto.”

But Naruto was just standing there at the door bouncing up and down on his feet while Sasuke was scowling next to him.

“Come on, teme! Let me and a clone fuck him! Come on, please! I just did it to you, and you know you liked it, teme! You know!”

“Dobe, you just don’t get it, do you?”

“What’s there to get? Neji needs fucked! I want to fuck him! End of problem!”

But Sasuke’s Sharingan flared, and Neji was astounded. Twice, twice in one night he’d seen the amazing Sharingan! This, this was something to remember besides getting fucked! Snakes seemed to come from Sasuke’s clothes and pulled Naruto up to the furious Uchiha’s body.

“You’re my bitch, Naruto! Mine!”

“Sa-Sasuke,” whimpered Naruto. Sasuke pulled his sword off his back, still in its sheath. He brought it down on Naruto’s ass with one hand while the other fisted in the blonde’s hair, pulling that head in for what looked more like the rape of Naruto’s mouth than a kiss.

“Sasuke!” moaned Naruto when the Uchiha broke the kiss.

“On your knees, ass in the air for me,” said Sasuke. “Pull those cheeks apart, and show me my fuckhole!”

Naruto, Naruto, the strongest of any of them, the one they all knew would one day be the sixth hokage, got down on the floor, putting his ass up for Sasuke, pulling his ass cheeks apart.

Sasuke pushed his sword into Naruto’s ass, fucking him with the sword, making him beg Sasuke for his cock. “Please, Sasuke, please, fuck me with your cock, not the sword, please, your cock, please, I’m begging you, Teme, I’m on my knees, begging you.”

“What do you want, Naruto?”

“I want my Sasuke-Teme to fuck me, fuck me, baby, fuck me, cause I love you!”

And that was it—with a puff of smoke, Sasuke and Naruto were gone.

“But that wasn’t much of a punishment,” said Neji to Shikamaru.

“He didn’t get to fuck you, Neji. And that, that is the harshest, cruelest punishment of all,” said Shikamaru.

Neji shuddered and felt his knees giving out. God, Shikamaru! Oh, god, Shikamaru! How he could have loved Shikamaru—oh, hell, how he loved him! Oh, god, I love him! I love him, thought Neji, moaning.

“Carry our beautiful, slutty Neji over to the table, Chouji. Let’s put him over the table, so he can suck cock and be fucked. Yes, yes, like that.” And Shikamaru pulled out his cock and presented it to Neji. Neji sucked it into his mouth, looking up around it, telling Shika with his eyes, with his mouth, with his tongue how much he loved him. But Chouji had his tongue in his ass again, and then was pushing his cock into Neji. Oh, god, too big! He was all tight again, and Chouji, oh god, Chouji was having to reopen his ass all over. It was a minor pain, a sweet pain, thrilling and so, so good. Oh, god, yes! Yes! This, this was what he wanted! This was all he wanted, all night, all of these so few hours left to him. It had to be one or two in the morning at least, and he was to be married at nine a.m.!

The rest of night was nothing but cock. Cock after cock in his mouth, in his ass. A cock ring was put on him, and when he tried to refuse a cock, begging to come, he was horrified to find it was Shino’s. Shino used his throat mercilessly, thrusting his nine-inch cock in cruelly, pinching that bite of Kiba’s on Neji’s neck as he fucked Neji’s face. But Shikamaru said softly, “Now Shino,” just when Neji felt the pain start to feel worse than the pleasure it brought. He drank Shino’s cum happily. But then afterwards, his body was moved back on the table, so his cock was away from it by about a foot. There was a soft bit forced in Neji’s mouth, and Shino brought his riding crop down on Neji’s ass as Kiba’s hot mouth closed around his cock.

Neji struggled wildly, screaming around the bit, knowing that without it, he might have bitten off a piece of his tongue. The crop descended again as Kiba deep throated him. The pleasure and pain were amazing! Unbelievable! The bit was pulled from his mouth.

“Speak to me, bitch,” said Shino, but all Neji could see was Shikamaru in front of him, Shikamaru shuddering, his mouth open, his cock hard and dripping and out of his pants.

“Master Shino! Master Shino! I’m yours!” cried Neji as he looked at Shikamaru’s face, smiling as his words made pleasure rush over Shikamaru’s face. Oh how he wanted to say that to Shikamaru! To give himself to his Shika-kun! The shadow nin began to stroke himself, and Neji watched that, twitching his ass with those painful lines across them, making Kiba suck harder on his cock.

“Then take your strokes, and when I order you, fill my Kiba’s mouth and throat with your cum. Come too soon, and I’ll take the bullwhip to you!” Shino’s threat made Neji cry out, horrified, and he looked up into Shikamaru’s face rather than his cock. But the shadow nin licked his lips slowly, making Neji moan.

The crop landed on his ass, making his head fly back, and he screamed.

Kiba’s mouth went wild on his cock, his thrill and excitement at his master’s dominance evident in the incredible way his tongue and mouth were moving. Oh, god, if Shino didn’t hit him again, he would come.

“Please, Master Shino, please! Give it to me!”

The fourth stroke crossed over the other three, and where it landed on the welts on his ass, the pain reminded Neji of the torture of his curse seal. But it was but a brief second, and it kept him from coming. But Kiba was now humming around his cock, and Shika’s cock was oozing precum, his hand anything but lazy as it jerked and moved on that penis that Neji wanted inside him again, wanted inside him everyday for the rest of his life.

“One more, Neji,” said Shino.

And it came down hard again, fortunately, Neji though, fortunately! For the sight of Shika jerking his cock wildly, the sound of Shika moaning softly had Neji so close to coming, he cried out, “Thank you!” when the lash and the pain seared over him.

“Good slut,” said Shino, “Now fill my dog’s throat with your jizz now! Choke him with your cum!”

“Yes!” screamed Neji, letting his orgasm take him. And Shikamaru came with him. Neji held his mouth open, and Shika’s cum shot across the foot between cock and mouth, spraying into him as he filled Kiba’s throat. He felt Shino’s hands, pinching and rubbing the welts on his ass, adding to the sensation. Oh, god, this was heaven! Pure heaven!

Shino thrust in his ass in one hard stroke, slamming all of his nine-inches into Neji, and heaven just got better. Someone pulled Kiba’s mouth off Neji’s cock, and Shino began to fuck him like only an angry Dom could, forcing his body back onto the table, bring his mouth over towards Shikamaru. But the shadow nin vanished, and Kotetsu was there, filling his mouth.

Then it was once more cock after cock. He peed on the table, came on the table, swallowing cum, but often not able to get it all. He had cum crusting around his mouth, on his cheeks, on his chin. His jaw was sore. His ass was once more spread wide, stretched out and loose. And he knew there was a huge puddle on the floor of all the cum that had run down out of his asshole. He felt Lee slide into him—he knew that cock immediately even before he heard Lee’s voice. Then Lee was lifting him up, holding his legs apart.

“Number seven, cockslut,” said Lee.

Kakashi! Oh god, Kakashi. But somehow with Lee and Kakashi in him together, the pleasure was just pleasure, not something so, so—here Neji’s mind went blank as he tried to label what Kakashi had done to him before—so that, yes, so whatever it was that had made Neji feel his spirit, his mind had to leave his body to survive.

Oh, yes, Kakashi was wasted, swaying, drunk, so drunk he could only fuck like a human now, and Neji sighed with relief. It felt amazing, incredible to have Lee and Kakashi fucking him, but Neji’s eyes were locked with Shikamaru’s over Kakashi’s shoulder. And Shikamaru slowly let down his hair.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” screamed Neji.

“Shut up!” yelled Chouji, shocking them. He had been sleeping on the futon and looked cross and unhappy.

“Thanks, Choji!” called out Kakashi, “Everybody to my place!”

And that, that had to be the weirdest fucking thing ever! Kakashi had transported Lee and Neji along with himself! He’d been transported by jutsu with two cocks in his ass! It was a smaller party now, but Neji couldn’t look. Kakashi and Lee began fucking him in earnest, and all he could do was cry and moan and take those cocks again and again into his ass that had been fucked for the last few hours nonstop.

Neji came first, then Lee, and then Kakashi carried Neji over to his bed and began to exhibit some of the talent he showed earlier in the evening, many bottles of sake ago. He made Neji scream, cry, sob, and beg before he finally came in him hard and deep.

To everyone’s delight, Kakashi’s clock read 4:30—plenty of time for more fucking before Neji had to shower and dress in his formal clothes for the nine o’clock wedding. Kotetsu and Izumo took over, fucking Neji together, talking dirty, stopping to push his body to one side, raising up Neji’s arm and kissing underneath it, with Kotetsu’s spiky hair tickling Neji’s armpit. Then Kakashi coached some of the others, having them fuck Neji in positions that only ninjas in top condition could use, positions almost more silly than sexy.

“There’s no fucking way, this is a sex position,” screamed Genma. “No one, no one but you would ever think of this!”

“I’ll bet you two shifts next week, it is,” said Shikamaru.

“Ah, fuck! The genius will bet on your side, Kaka!” lamented Genma, straining to keep his feet on the ceiling. “I guess there are more freaks in the world than I thought!”

And Neji, Genma, Raidou, and Kotetsu started laughing, and the whole complex position collapsed. “Dancing monkey raising his rod to the sky with attendant slave girl and bucking pony, my fucking ass! That fucking sucked as a position!”

But now the sunlight was beginning to spill into the room, and Shikamaru picked up Neji and kissed him soft and sweet. Lee kissed Neji’s ear, his neck, his shoulder, then said in a sad voice, “Last time, Neji, last time.”

Neji began to sob, but Shikamaru wouldn’t let him, kissing him. But Neji could feel Lee’s face push under his hair, his face wet against his back as his two closest friends once more were inside him. But this, this was more making love than fucking. It lasted so long, until Genma said, “Guys, guys, it’s almost seven-thirty. In fifteen minutes, we have to take Neji to his rooms and wash him and dress him. They were all crying now, but still all three of their cocks were hard.

But Kakashi started talking of the things that had happened that night he found most erotic, then Genma, then Raidou, each one now around them, telling them what they found the hottest thing of the night. And Lee came with a cry, then pulled out. Shika sunk down to the floor and lay on his back. “Ride me, pretty boy,” he said, which was what he always said. This was how Neji and Shikamaru had always made love before, Neji moving over him, riding him, looking down into Shikamaru’s eyes. “Please, Neji, smile for me one more time,” said Shikamaru softly.

And then shaking his head, Neji stopped his tears. He smiled down at Shikamaru, determined he would face this like a Hyuuga, with all his pride. And let the Hyuuga pride seep into him, stiffen him, energize him. He would leave Shikamaru wanting his ass for the rest of his life! He rode him, rode him hard, his hair tossing, his eyes flashing, his face proud and but not cold, burning.

Shikamaru moaned wildly, and Neji said, “No, no, you can’t come until I do, you can’t. This is my wedding present, hold off your orgasm till I come, my love, that’s all I want.” Shikamaru’s face transformed when Neji said the word, love, but now was not the time for more romantic speeches, and no, no that time would never come. Now was not for heartache. They moved together, like they were one, and around them soft groans and moans, panting, and gasps could be heard as well as sobs and the sound of hands working on hard cocks, jerking them towards orgasm. And then Lee said, “Seven-forty-five,” and Neji let himself come, quietly, with no words, just letting go as he had for years, silently, beautifully, elegantly like a Hyuuga should. And Shikamaru came, thrusting up into him, screaming his name. Cries filled the room, cum flew through the air, and Neji felt it hitting him everywhere. Cum was drenching his hair, running over his face, his chest, his back, his legs, falling on Shikamaru beneath him, the most beautiful of all the many, many things he’d seen tonight, the most beautiful because Neji loved him.

And there was screaming and shouting, louder, wilder, and Neji ignored it until with a horrified shock he recognized his uncle’s voice. His uncle! His bride! And Tsunade and the bride’s two brothers! But Kakashi put the two brothers in water prisons while Shikamaru used the morning light and the long shadows in the room to hold back Hiashi, his uncle. Lee caught the bride as she collapsed. The bride’s father’s long robes were pinned to the floor by senbons thrown by Genma.

Above all the screaming, Tsunade shouted for silence.

When it fell, Kakashi said in a cold, hard voice, “This is my home. These are my friends, my comrades. I will die to protect them. Why are you trespassing?”

“So eager for me, you come an hour and fifteen minutes early?” said Neji in his cold Hyuuga voice. But then he stood up, and cum poured out of his ass, down on Shikamaru, calmly holding Neji’s uncle, the great head of the Hyuuga’s, with his shadow jutsu. Cum, then more cum, and still more. Huge, huge blops of cum. Just when everyone thought no more could come out, another great stream spilled out.

“Well, let yourself get fucked forty times or more in one night that will happen,” said Genma nervously in the silence. Raidou punched him hard, and the sound of Genma falling was loud in the room. For a shinobi, the chakra was unbelievable, almost unbearable. No one was masking any of their power, and the room glowed with the blue light of visible chakra.

“Kakashi,” screamed Tsunade, “You are demoted to genin! Your clock is wrong! It’s nine-thirty! The wedding was supposed to start a half an hour ago! You, you, your lateness has caused this!”

“I won’t marry, him, I won’t! I won’t! I’ll kill myself first! Daddy! Daddy!” screamed the bride, then began to sob, loud noisy sobs.

“There will be no suicide, no marriage,” said Tsunade. “No violence either!”

The bride was still sobbing. Another blob of cum fell from Neji’s ass, and the eyes of everyone but the bride and Genma watched it fall.

“You should have kept torturing me all night, using this curse seal to kill me,” sneered Neji, not the least bit shaken, cold and calm. “Surely a dead nephew would be less harm to the clan than this disaster, honorable uncle. Go ahead and kill me anyway; I would rather be dead since I can’t live with the man I love.”

“You tortured your son to make him marry my daughter,” said the bride’s father, turning to stare at Hiashi, held by Shikamaru’s shadows. His voice was full of horror. “You threatened him with death! And he’s gay! You Hyuugas are the cold, heartless beings everyone says! If I could drain out the Hyuuga blood that is an eighth of my children’s, I would!”

Tsunade waved one hand, and the senbons popped out, releasing the bride’s father who ran to his sobbing daughter, pulling her out of Lee’s hands.

“Kotetsu,” said Tsunade. And he was somehow dressed in a chuunin uniform, but nothing, nothing could surprise Neji now. Kotetsu vanished with the bride and her father.

Kakashi released the two brothers of the bride, the water sloshing around his apartment, making Shikamaru say sharply, “Kakashi!” He sat up, coughing, spitting out water, releasing Hiashi as he tried not to drown. They felt Kakashi’s immense chakra, and then the water surged up over Neji, covering him completely before vanishing. The room was perfectly dry as was everything it had touched, except for Neji’s hair, which hung around him, wet and dripping. But even better than no one being damp, except Neji, all of the cum all over Shikamaru and Neji was gone, and the room smelled of the ocean, not semen.

Tsunade’s chakra then flared, even stronger than Kakashi’s, and suddenly all the naked shinobis in the room were in clothes. “This reflects badly on Konoha,” said Tsunade. “Neji is a Hyuuga, but he is my jounin! If you wish his genes, here!” Tsunade’s chakra again flared. She strode over and handed Hiashi a vial. “That is enough of his sperm to father a hundred children. Now, go offer it to whom you will, but no forced marriages! No needless torture of an honored and valuable jounin! How dare you destroy one of our best, one of your best! I will be sending Ibiki to interview you, Hiashi,” said Tsunade.

“I would like to marry, Neji, Hokage-sama, Hyuuga-sama. My clan is ready to welcome him and treasure him. We are prepared to pay a dowry to the Hyuuga clan, Hyuuga-sama.”

Everyone turned at stared at Shikamaru, now kneeling on the floor, head bowed.

“We could do it, now, head to the church this moment. Everyone who traveled so far to see Neji wed, would see him wed to a man that will love and cherish him for the rest of his life, Hyuuga-sama,” said Shikamaru his voice full of respect.

He crawled forward and lay on the ground before Hiashi. He raised his head, looking up at the astounded man, saying, “I will protect him with my life; I will die to save him; I will love and cherish him until my last breath, and if the gods will, after it and forever.”

The room was silent, silent with the sort of silence that screams painfully loud and makes your ears hurt.

“If he says yes, that is fine. We want no Nara money for our Neji. Ask him,” said Hiashi stiffly.

And then Shikamaru was crawling over to Neji, looking up at him, pulling out a ring set with a milky white stone that looked like one of Neji’s eyes, holding it up, saying, “Hyuuga Neji, will you marry me?”

And then Neji knew, knew this was all Shikamaru’s doing, all his plan, everything, everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. “I would be honored, Shikamaru, my love,” he said his voice strong as he reached out his hand. Shikamaru slid the ring on Neji’s finger and pulled it to his lips, kissing that hand. And only Neji could feel how his hands trembled around his own.

“To the church!” Tsunade cried as Neji was pulling Shikamaru to his feet.

And there in Kakashi’s empty apartment, the smoke of the departed ninjas dispersing, the lovers kissed as if for the first time. But then just as Neji broke the kiss and a little bit anger rose up in him that he hadn’t been told of Shikamaru’s plan, his lover reached around him and pinched his sore asshole through his uniform pants. “Time to get married, my slutbitch. You can whip me on the honeymoon after you take my virgin ass.”

Neji’s mouth fell open, and his cock went stiff in a second.

“Ah, baby, all these years you were hiding that you are such a slut!” said Shikamarku. “But I love you cause you’re you, Neji, not for that sweet, slutty ass of yours or because you play a damn fine game of shogi.”

“I will so make you scream and bleed when you are my husband,” said Neji, “and you are going to love me for it and beg me to do it again.”

“Baby,” growled Shikamaru, “Thank god, I’m fucked out, or I’d be marrying you with a boner. And my uniform would show it, unlike yours. Now, come on, we’re late to our wedding.”

And then at last, the bachelor party was over, and it was time for the wedding, time for love. Time thought Neji, feeling light-headed and giddy, time for him to make his own fate, to be free. The bond of marriage, oh no, that wasn’t a bond at all. Although Shikamaru was going to learn all about bondage, the lazy, slutty genius and sneaky, sneaky bastard! And love of his life, Neji added, looking over at that calm face beneath that stupid, silly ponytail.

Holding hands, Neji and Shikamaru went to the church to get married.