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“Dude, what’s eating you?” Kiba asked, sitting back. Shikamaru sighed, flopping over onto his side. He knew Kiba would laugh, but really, it had been too damn long…

“Itachi won’t put out for some reason…” Kiba roared with laughter, as the Nara had expected. He just curled slightly, trying to think why Itachi would do this to him, leave him alone for so long he confesses to Kiba of all people.

“Seriously? How could he resist such tempting cock?” Kiba said, spooning the boy from behind, sliding a hand over his hip and across the others groin. He hadn’t expected there to actually be a reaction, he knew Shikamaru didn’t go for him.

“Kiba, don’t do that, not right now.” Shikamaru said, rolling onto his stomach to keep his now half-hard cock from being touched anymore. Kiba’s eyes widened, sitting up.

“This is serious. You need to get laid man.” His tone of voice said he’d be happy to provide, but Shikamaru only snorted.

“Yes, yes I do. But not by you. I don’t condone cheating.” The Nara said, turning to face him. “He’s just always ‘not in the mood’ nowadays…and I used to be the one saying that.” Kiba looked mortified.

“Shikamaru, you really need to get laid.” Kiba said. He snapped his fingers, sitting up. “I got a plan. Itachi’s sure to get fired up by it too, and I don’t even gotta touch you.”

Shikamaru seemed dubious.

“Trust me.”
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“Kiba, this isn’t going to work…” Shikamaru said, blushing as he lay back on the bed, watching the Inuzuka with true nervousness. His stomach was churning and everything.

Kiba just waved his concern away.

“It’ll work, you just gotta look sexy!” He said, starting up his computer and setting everything up. He clicked on his instant messenger, starting up a conversation with the Uchiha. Eventually he turned, grinning up at a little camera and pointing towards the Nara.

“See? He misses you so much; he can’t help himself can he?” He spoke into the microphone, pushing the chair even more to the side.

Shikamaru swallowed, feeling Kiba’s eyes on him as well as an itch between his shoulder blades knowing Itachi was watching through the webcam. He coughed, feeling his cock rising at the thought of Itachi, hungry for the Uchiha he hadn’t been with in so long.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

He glanced over at Kiba, flushing darker as the boy stared at him, grinning wolfishly, encouraging him too go on. He saw Kiba’s tongue dart out, licking his lips.

Shikamaru closed his eyes, groaning softly in embarrassment. He found it was easier to just keep his eyes closed, roaming his hands over his body softly. His erection twitched at him, begging for a touch, the bulge probably obvious enough for the webcam to show.

“Mmm…Itachi…” He mumbled, hands drifting under the hemline of his loose pants, the kind he loved because buttons were too troublesome and he could just slip them off. He gripped his shaft, no boxers getting in the way since he hardly ever wore them. Just another troublesome luxury layer he ultimately didn’t really need.

He began moving his hand up and down, feeling his facial muscles contort in pleasure the camera was sure to capture, feeling his knot of embarrassment tighten as he remembered not only Itachi, but also Kiba was watching. He flicked his eyes open, half-mast and slightly glazed, looking too Kiba. The bulge in the others lap told him Kiba was enjoying it to the fullest.

“Oh god…” He shivered, closing his eyes again, hoping the microphone didn’t catch that. His pants were becoming too tight; he couldn’t move his hands as much as he wanted. And he suddenly had the urge to pull himself out, wanting too see what Kiba would do, hear if he would gasp or inhale sharply.

He opened his eyes a slit again, watching Kiba and moaning Itachi’s name, forgetting about the camera momentarily. He kept one hand on his dick, pushing at his pants with the other until he was finally freed. The expression on Kiba’s face made him groan a little louder, watching as the other boy dropped a hand down and started rubbing himself threw the pants he wore, licking his lips again.

Shikamaru looked away, towards the computer. His stomach twisted almost violently, a surge of want and shame coming over him as he realized he’d been doing that in front of Kiba in front of Itachi. He whined lowly, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back as he kept pumping, his other hand reaching down and cradling his sac.

He continued doing this until a weight shifted the bed.

“Shikamaru, you’re so goddamn hot like this…” Kiba whispered, crawling over to the other. Shikamaru exhaled sharply, pausing, eyes wide. He lifted one hand up, pushing at Kiba’s chest, shaking his head as his eyes drifted to the camera situated on top of the computer.

“Kiba, no.” He said huskily. His eyes snapped back when Kiba leaned away, his tongue running across his palm where some pre-cum had stained. Shikamaru shivered just from that, fingers flexing. Kiba lifted up, suckling on them and eyeing him.

“Kibaaaa…” Shikamaru moaned, not wanting the boy too go any further for fear of how much he’d like it. The Inuzuka didn’t stop, letting go of the Nara’s with the classic wet ‘pop’ sound and moving up, kissing his lips. The Nara groaned, melting into the kiss easily as his resistance crumbled. It had been too long and besides, Itachi was watching. He’d see that he’d said no, that he wanted him, not Kiba.

His hand lifted, fingers twining in short, dark brunette hair.

“Mm, you taste almost as good as you looked.” Kiba said, pulling back and licking at the Nara’s lips playfully. He reached down, hooking under the other boy’s shirt and pulling up. Shikamaru wordlessly lifted his arms up, looking to the computer in slight shame.

“H-ah, Itachi!” He moaned out louder then ever, feeling a sudden heat on his shaft. He looked down when he was done arching, seeing Kiba suckling at the end of his cock hungrily. He groaned again, flushing, knowing the microphone was definitely carrying this over.

Kiba looked behind him once he’d distracted Shikamaru. He was sure the other was still watching. Every now and then a little flash of text would come up. He smirked wider, sitting back and undressing himself.

“Shikamaru, sit up.” Kiba said lowly, sitting back beside the other. The Nara raised a brow, doing as told slowly. Kiba spread his legs, moving his eyes to his flushed and swaying cock. Shikamaru swallowed.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t given head before. He wouldn’t deny it, he loved Uchiha cock. But to do it to Kiba while Itachi was watching…His gut clenched, arousal spiking along with dread. He swallowed again, leaning down.

“That’s it, nice and slow for Itachi now…” Kiba said, panting a little. Shikamaru’s cheeks couldn’t have gotten darker, but embarrassment swirled threw him again. He opened his mouth, sliding down on Kiba’s length.

The Inuzuka was smaller then Itachi.

He found he didn’t have to try quite as hard to open his mouth wide enough, the slick erection sliding right in and down his relaxed throat. He could feel Kiba’s body shudder under him, his voice making lowered sounds of pleasure.

“You must suck the Uchiha a lot, Shika…you’re a pro!” He whispered, bucking up slightly as Shikamaru hummed back at him. The Nara drew back, adjusting from the sudden movement before continuing. A faint quivering began all along his body, need and lust pumping threw his veins.

Kiba smirked down at the boy, getting used to the amazing tongue the lazy teen sported. He trailed his fingers across his back, tracing around the edges of the Nara’s entrance. He let his finger sink in a little.

“Mmm…hmmm…” Kiba smirked, glancing at the camera before looking back down at the Nara sucking him off, pushing his finger in further.

“Itachi, he’s so needy…so sensitive. He wants you bad.” He whispered, moving his fingers in and out now. “Aren’t you? You wish it were Itachi doing this don’t you?”

“Mmm!” Shikamaru moaned, pushing his hips up, his quivering becoming apparent enough for the webcam to capture, sending it to where he knew Itachi was watching. Kiba used his free hand to pull Shikamaru off his cock, a little bit of pre-cum staining his lips.

“Who do you want? Who do you wish you were sucking off?” His hand hadn’t stopped moving in and out, brushing fingertips against his prostate.

“Itachi…Oh, god, Itachi…” Shikamaru moaned, bucking his hips wantonly. Kiba smirked, loving how deliciously Shikamaru said the Uchiha’s name.

He must have been drugged to have ever agreed to the Inuzuka’s plan.

That or he really was that horny without Itachi.

“See? All he wants is you, and he’s so horny he’ll pretend someone else is you and allow them too…do things.” Kiba snickered, licking his lips and adding a second finger, making sure to draw his hand all the way out and give the webcam the peace sign before doing it.

Just so Itachi would know how many digits were inside his boy toy.

“H-ah, Itachi, please, please…” Shikamaru groaned out, pushing back against the fingers. Kiba grinned, using his other hand to push the Nara back down on his cock, looking up at the camera. He pointedly moved his wrist, fucking the Nara’s hole with his fingers savagely.

“Shouldn’t have neglected him so much man. Look at him, shivering and moaning.” Kiba was having too much fun, sadistically brushing against the other’s prostate just so the webcam would catch the boy bowing down, the microphone probably managing to barely distort Shikamaru’s loud moan.

“Shikamaru, moan louder. I don’t think your boyfriend can hear you.” Kiba said, scraping his free hand up Shikamaru’s back as the boy did so, sucking harder. The action left red furrows in the Nara’s back, forcing low whimpers from him.

“Good. I’m sure Itachi’ll be rarin’ to go once you get back, Shika.” Kiba said with a laugh, adding a third finger and moving his wrist even more. The Nara could only purr against the Inuzuka’s cock, bobbing his head.

It was at that moment that the door was opened, not quite violently but not gently either.

Itachi stood, his face looking calm. Too calm, even for him. It was obvious to those who knew him that he was suppressing emotions.

Like anger.

“Kiba, get away from him.” He breathed lowly, stalking further into the room. Kiba gulped, his stomach filling up with a nervous kind of excitement. The slight flash of anger in Itachi’s eyes served to only excite him more.

“Shika, look who’s here.” He whispered, even though Shikamaru had already pulled back, twisting to turn and watch his boyfriend enter the room. He whimpered slightly, pulling even further away.

“Itachi, I’m sorry, it went too far, I just wanted you too be excited…” He said, his face still flushed and his cock still hard. He hadn’t seen his boyfriend show this much emotion outside the bedroom, ever. He couldn’t keep his own excitement from growing.

“I know.” Itachi cut in, glancing down at Shikamaru. He watched the boy shiver just from his glance, body tightening eagerly under his gaze. He smirked slightly. “It worked. But I won’t let anyone touch you.”

He stepped forward, taking the smaller boy by the shoulders and hoisting him up. Kiba crawled to the edge of the bed, his erection still full and heavy, throbbing.

“No threesome’s for you two then?” He allowed himself a small snicker that ended when a well aimed punch connected with his front, around the center. He coughed, falling to the side and clutching himself. “Ow, ow, ow!”

“Hand’s off of Shikamaru.” Itachi said calmly, stepping away from the crumpled up boy, flexing his hand. The punch to the solar plexus wouldn’t harm the other too bad, just hurt a lot.

Itachi turned back to Shikamaru.

“Get up. I’m taking you back to my place.” Shikamaru nodded, shivering as he looked at Kiba still curled on the bed. He knew Itachi pulled his punch, watching the Uchiha during his karate classes had taught him enough about pressure points and weak spots too know that was a dangerous move otherwise. But it still looked painful.

He got up and started dressing, wincing as he pulled his pants over the sensitive organ that was still demanding attention. Itachi smirked lightly at him, anger slightly dissipated since he’d gotten to take it out on Kiba.

“Still think boxers are troublesome?” He asked, leaning on the doorframe. Kiba was still curled, panting harshly.

The computer flashed with text again before the Nara could respond, catching Shikamaru’s eye.

“How did you…?” He heard Itachi’s light chuckle, practice allowing him to hear the small hint of lust and impatience in his voice that most wouldn’t have noticed. He swallowed, glad that at least his plan hadn’t gone too hell.

“Your cat loves to attack the keys, remember?” Itachi said, stepping up and slipping a hand around the Nara’s waist. He led him back, ignoring how the boy sighed and snuggled against him, mumbling something about missing him.

The Uchiha continued on out of the apartment and down the steps, letting go of the other only too have his hand grabbed. He allowed a small smile as he let Shikamaru hold on, walking to his car and unlocking it, the Nara letting go only then. Itachi started the car and drove to his apartment, where Shikamaru planned too move in once he turned 18 in just a few months. Most of his belongings, including his pet, were already there.

As soon as the door was closed behind him Shikamaru was grabbed and spun around, pressed against a wall.

“Shikamaru, don’t ever do that again.” Itachi said, leaning down and capturing his lips heatedly. Pushing his hips against Itachi’s, Shikamaru was able to feel that Itachi had loved the webcam image. He pulled back; head swooning as he finally got what he’d been wanting for what seemed like forever.

“Why? You liked it, didn’t you?” He pushed his hips forward more, rubbing. His eyes fluttered and he started slipping down the wall, legs giving out under him. Kiba had left him so sensitive and he hadn’t felt Itachi wanting him in so long, it was euphoric.

“Only if I do it too you.” He held the Nara up with his body, slipped his hand under Shikamaru’s pants and grasping his erection firmly, squeezing. “No one else can touch you this intimately.”

Shikamaru gasped, thrusting into the hand wantonly. He gripped to Itachi’s shoulders desperately, moaning deeply.

“D-don’t leave me alone for so long then…” He whispered breathily. Itachi kissed him again, slipping a tongue in. He tasted salty pre-cum.

“I won’t.” Itachi promised. College finals be damned, if this is how Shikamaru would deal with his prolonged abstinence.

He quickly pulled all of their clothing off, Shikamaru’s lust clumsy hands trying to help and tripping up on buttons and zippers. Itachi pushed them away, slipping out of his own pants, leaving them both bare. He grasped Shikamaru’s legs, spreading them, knowing he was already stretched thanks to Kiba.

He leaned against Shikamaru, pressing the Nara into the wall and positioning himself. He felt Shikamaru raise his legs, wrapping them around his waist, pushing down.

“Fuck me.” He demanded, unable to keep a civil tongue now that Itachi’s hot cock was right there, nosing at his entrance, slicking his hungry hole in pre-cum. The Uchiha captured his lips again, slipping inside.

“Mmm, oh god yess…” Shikamaru moaned, spine bending and toes curling as Itachi finally entered him after so long. He’d only had his own hands for company, not ever getting into the use of toys. Itachi’s cock felt so much better then fingers.

The Nara began moving his hips, tightening his body. He wanted Itachi to move, to thrust into him hard, too fuck him!

Itachi made a small hissing sound, gripping Shikamaru at the hips and rocking into him. He ignored Shikamaru’s hands at his shoulders, gripping hard enough that he wouldn’t be surprised if he got bruises later on.

“Fuck, yes, harder!” Shikamaru groaned, tightening his legs and forcing Itachi deeper into him. The Uchiha sped up, moving one hand to pump Shikamaru as he increased the force of his thrusts. His lips found there way to Shikamaru’s again, tasting the salty flavor again and making a note of changing that as soon as they were done with this.

It wasn’t long before they both reached their peak, Shikamaru shooting out across his stomach and Itachi spilling deep within his boyfriend. They both relaxed afterwards, leaning against the wall and each other.

“I’m sorry.” Shikamaru panted, lifting a hand and touching Itachi’s hair. “For doing that with Kiba.”

Itachi remained calm, looking down at him. Shikamaru flushed, leaning his head against the Uchiha’s chest, hiding.

“He forced you into it. All of it.” Itachi bent his neck, pressing his lips to the top of Shikamaru’s head. “I forgive you.”

He pushed at Shikamaru’s legs, pulling out. He grasped the Nara’s hand, leading him further into the apartment, leaving the clothes where they were. Shikamaru glanced at the computer as they passed, seeing the cat Naruto had given him sitting in the chair, watching the screen, standing on the keys. He chuckled slightly, turning away just as the orange animal shifted, sending another instant message to the Inuzuka.

“Ingenious.” He said with a laugh, allowing Itachi to direct him to the bed. He knew that after all the weeks the other was probably filled with just as much pent up need as he was.

Well, for better or worse Kiba’s plan had worked and he was finally getting some with Itachi.