Rain Storm

Neji glanced up to the now threatening clouds and sighed as the first drop of water hit his upturned face. He turned to Shikamaru and raised an eyebrow as if to say 'what now?'. There was no reply from his friend, just a wrinkling of the brow as the heavens opened and several million buckets of water suddenly cascaded down onto them without relent.

It was, Neji mused, probably the most serious rainstorm in a few years. And they were caught in it. No amount of super-human style running could keep them dry. In fact, they were already dripping. Shikamaru sighed and climbed to his feet, ponytail still as spiky as ever and cocked his head, beckoning for Neji to follow. Shikamaru started to walk slowly away. Neji followed, slightly bemused, before realizing. Shikamaru knew they'd never get to shelter without getting wet, so where was the point in running? Neji jogged ahead and gestured to Shikamaru to hurry up. He rolled his eyes, mouthed something that looked like 'troublesome' and sped up.

A moment or two later, they took off towards the canopy, leaping from tree branch to tree branch until Shikamaru slipped and nearly fell, Neji grabbing his wrist just in time to save him. A brief smile, a smirk in return and they were running along the ground, Neji still holding Shikamaru's wrist. Neither mentioned it, and Neji didn't remove his hand. They were saturated, water still pounding down onto them. A change in course, and Neji realized they were going to Shikamaru's house. Clever, he thought. It was the nearest shelter. Not even the huge trees that made up Konoha's famous forests were doing any good in this amount of rain.

They splashed through puddles, Neji grimacing as mud ruined his clothes until they were at Shikamaru's house by the outskirts of the forest. A slip in grip and it was Shikamaru's hand holding Neji's wrist and bundling them both indoors. Shikamaru clicked the door shut behind him, the drum of rain beating on the roof. No other chakra patterns. It was just them.

They both panted for breath, water trickling from them. They were drenched to the bone, hair plastered down across cheeks and necks, clothes sodden and heavy. They both glanced at each other and smirked, noting the drowned look they both had and laughing in silence.

Shikamaru was still holding Neji's wrist and they were standing close together. Very close. In synchronization black pupils met white ones and the spark of amusement morphed into something that made both sets of eyes darken and almost gleam. Suddenly the trickling water didn't seem funny. It turned mesmerizing, both pairs of eyes tracing drops down jaw-lines and necklines to where they touched collar bone and black polo neck.

The eyes met again and suddenly it was lips on lips, fists grabbing at sodden clothes. They'd never know who moved first, if there was a first. In seconds, Shikamaru was licking along the bottom of Neji's lips and slipping his tongue inside the moment those lips parted, hands moving to tangle in Neji's wet hair, both making quiet noises as tongues slid along tongues and teeth and gums.

It was experimental, both not one hundred percent sure of their actions, moving on instinct rather than experience. Neji's eyes slid shut while Shikamaru's stayed open. A foot forwards and they were pressed chest to chest, kiss deepening even further. Neji clutched at the sodden chuunin jacket, trying to gain a bit more control over the kiss but relenting when Shikamaru's hand touched his cheek softly, almost asking for dominance. Neji gasped as the hand traced his neck, body shivering as fingertips caught droplets of water and flicked them away.

Shikamaru moved both his hands to Neji's hips and gently pushed him backwards, urging him to walk and be guided. After a second, Neji did as he was told, making sure their mouths stayed in constant contact. They staggered out of the doorway, leaving a trail of rainwater, and into the living room. That was far enough to make it decent. Neji pressed forwards, trying to get as close to Shikamaru as possible.

The hands on his hips moved again, one going to the button of his shirt and undoing it, peeling away the soaking flap and bearing more of his chest and collar bones. Neji hissed as Shikamaru bit down on his lip, fingers tracing the delicate collar bone before he moved his mouth to Neji's jaw, nipping and kissing down it until he was lapping at the water dripping down his neck, following paths from just under the ear to where neck met shoulder. Neji could do nothing but gasp at these new, wonderful sensations as his hands gripped Shikamaru's arms, anchoring him down.

His mouth moved again, further down his neck until that tongue traced intricate patterns over his collar bones, teeth scraping along them. A gentle flush stained Neji's cheeks, pants increasing in speed. Shikamaru's hands returned to Neji's hips and trailed around the back, undoing the three buttons that kept Neji's man-skirt on, letting it fall to the ground with a sodden thud. The sound brought Neji out of his haze. He set his own hands to work, unzipping and pulling off Shikamaru's jacket as teeth scraped his collar bone again, making him hiss in approval and drop the jacket to the floor with another thud. In what seemed like seconds, Shikamaru was pulling Neji's shirt over his head and running both hands down the now bare chest, Neji shuddering and arching into those warm hands as they dragged over nipples and made his breath catch.

Shikamaru swallowed, mouth going back to Neji's neck as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. He knew where this was going to lead. Neji knew where this was going to lead. He licked and bit. If Neji wanted him to stop, he'd definitely be told so. A quiet moan made that growing coil in his stomach twitch. He bit and licked again, feeling the body tremble beneath his hands.

Neji gulped, trying to breathe properly as Shikamaru's fingers traced a nipple before flicking it, drawing another quiet noise from him. His hands pulled at Shikamaru's polo, asking for it to be removed too. Seconds later, it was. They were of similar build, but Neji had more muscle. They were both almost delicate in their frames, but there was strength behind each, dangerous and beautiful. All coherent thought evaporated as a tongue instead of fingers encircled his nipple, making him arch with a groan, hissing again as that tongue flicked over it, jolts of pleasure shivering through his body. He licked his lips, own fingers dancing over Shikamaru's chest and trying to keep up. If the quiet groan from him was any indication, he wasn't doing too badly.

A few moments later, Shikamaru returned to kissing Neji's mouth, tongues almost wrestling for dominance. Neji pulled Shikamaru's hips forward, both groaning as their groins connected and a hot flush of pleasure washed through them. Shikamaru put his hands on Neji's shoulders, slowly pushing him down onto the polished wood floor. Neji let himself sink down, pulling Shikamaru with him until they were laying down and Shikamaru was on top of him, still kissing. He knew about this side of sex. Knew one was top and the other bottom. The very, very few times he'd pondered over this, he'd always assumed he'd be on top, but this side of Shikamaru... This side with energy and who was working for it was intoxicating. Bottom wasn't too bad, he decided as Shikamaru ground down, both groaning out again and clutching at each other.

Neji reached up, kissing and licking at Shikamaru's own neck as his hands went to Shikamaru's belt, nimble fingers undoing it and pushing trousers and underwear down to mid-thigh. The flush went redder, one gracing Shikamaru's cheeks as well. Neji lay back down, using his foot to push Shikamaru's clothes completely off and away, kissing almost desperately. Shikamaru groaned as Neji's foot trailed down his leg, own hands yanking off the rest of Neji's clothing and pushing the wet heap into a pile with the rest. There was a heartbeat of stillness before Shikamaru, almost reverently, lowered himself down onto Neji and rocked.

“Ahhn!”

“Uhnn...”

Both cried out, the pleasure hot and dizzy. Moving like that through clothing was one thing, but moving like that while naked was mind blowing. Shikamaru moved again and Neji's body jerked, more moans tumbling out of his mouth as he wrapped his legs around Shikamaru, urging him to move again. His wish was granted, that hot and talented mouth latching back onto a collar bone before licking lower, whispering and kissing down his chest, pausing to nip at his stomach. Shikamaru glanced up as Neji leant on his elbows, breath harsh pants. Black locked with white and Shikamaru's mouth continued to slide lower.

He'd never really considered this possibility. He licked at Neji's hip bone, eying the shaft to his right. He knew, on a base level, what to do but... He had no experience to draw on, no examples. All he had was a will and some instinct. Almost cautiously, but without hesitation, he let his tongue trail up it. Neji's head fell back, eyes sliding shut.

“Ahhhhnn...”

Shikamaru did it again, gaining a little more confidence. The taste was... Strange, but bearable; the smell similar and still different to himself. Familiar, but new. He slid his tongue along the tip, hands holding Neji's hips down as they bucked up.

“Ahh!”

Neji was drowning in pleasure, eyes clenched shut as wave after wave of bliss spasmed through his nervous system. Shikamaru shifted, mouth enveloping the tip and first inch. Neji hissed, the sound turning Shikamaru on more than he'd ever been in his entire life as he licked at the bumpy shape in his mouth. He sucked gently and Neji cried out again, gasping.

“Uhhnnn!”

Shikamaru did it again, taking a little more into his mouth. Neji's chest was heaving. A trembling hand came to rest on Shikamaru's head, fingers grasping at the wet hair. Shikamaru shuddered gently and licked again, sucking in quick succession. Neji's body was shaking almost violently, cheeks stained red. He was so close.

“Khhn... Ahhhn...”

Shikamaru tightened his grip on Neji's hips and sucked again, licking quickly and reveling in Neji's groans and pants. One more suck and Neji's hips bucked violently, salty almost-liquid filling his mouth. Oops. He'd gotten a little carried away. He swallowed quickly, noting the aftertaste was bitter and a little unpleasant, but from the noises Neji was making he'd bear it.

“A-AHH!”

Neji slumped back, breath rattling in his lungs. He felt lips cover his own and kissed back, noting with a weird tinge of arousal and embarrassment that that was him on Shikamaru's tongue. He could feel Shikamaru hard and hot against his thigh, not sure whether the slickness was the water still on their skin or Shikamaru himself. Neji shuddered again and gripped Shikamaru's shoulders. He wanted more.

Shikamaru was gasping for breath, so hard it was almost painful. His hips moved of their own accord, sliding his hard-on along Neji's thigh. He made a quiet choking sound as Neji shifted, securely wrapping his legs around Shikamaru's waist again and pulling him forwards to grind down onto himself again. He groaned out as a delicate tongue traced his ear and nibbled at the earring. Neji canted his hips up, hardening again. He locked eyes with Shikamaru, not needing to tell him what he wanted. A glance of caution, a nod and Neji opened his mouth to lick and suck at the two fingers pressed against his lips.

Shikamaru's whole body was on fire, shivering in anticipation and arousal as he felt Neji's tongue slide over his digits, unaware quite how arousing this would be. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, reigning some control over himself. A few seconds later, he took his fingers back, slipping them out of Neji's mouth and breaking the thin thread of saliva connecting them. He leant forwards, kissing Neji before reaching down.

Neji's breath caught as he felt the first finger there, tracing the ring of muscle. He tightened his grip on Shikamaru's shoulders as it pushed in, clenching down instinctively. He took a deep breath and relaxed, shuddering minutely as the finger slid in up to the second knuckle. It felt strange and a little bit good, but mostly strange. No pain, he noted as Shikamaru nibbled on his bottom lip and pushed forward a few more centimeters before sliding it out smoothly. The air in Neji's lungs left in a shaky sigh as Shikamaru pushed forwards again, a little faster than before.

His eyebrow twitched when the second was added, a tiny throb appearing for the first time and hissed at the third, the stretch now noticeable. Shikamaru stopped, eyes watching every single flicker on Neji's face. After another deep breath and another nod, Shikamaru was moving his fingers again. Neji's eyes slid shut, pleasure starting to tingle it's way through him again. A finger brushed something that made him cry out, head snapping back.

“Ahh!”

Shikamaru breathed deeply, definitely not wanting for it all to be over now and tried to claw back his shattered self control. After a few more brushes, he pulled his fingers away and muffled Neji's noise of disappointment with his mouth, hand clutching Neji's hip as he scooped a mixture of water and sweat from their gleaming bodies, spreading it easily over himself with a shudder and hiss. Neji reached up and pulled him down for another kiss, this one the most gentle and erotic so far. Shikamaru's other hand mirrored his first, both now clutching Neji's hips as he sighed out again and positioned himself.

The burn was the worst so far, but by no means bad. Neji spread his legs a little more, trying to make it more comfortable as Shikamaru pushed past the first ring of muscle with a bitten off gasp. He paused, waiting for Neji to give him the go-ahead, body trembling with the effort. Neji waited a few seconds before nodding, the pain dull as Shikamaru pushed in further until his head fell onto Neji's chest, shoulders shaking as he tried to fight off his orgasm.

A moment or two later, Neji was panting with want. He could feel Shikamaru throbbing inside him and he just wanted him to move, goddamn it! Shikamaru lifted his head, pressed a kiss to Neji's jaw and pulled back, sliding back in.

“Uhhhnnn...”

“Khh...”

It felt even better than than fingers. Neji tightened his legs around Shikamaru's waist, urging him further, deeper. Shikamaru complied, speeding up dramatically. Neji's mouth fell open, gasping and panting for breath. Shikamaru choked back desperate noises and changed his angle, rubbing over that spot he'd found earlier. Neji's body jerked, back arching as pure pleasure pulsed through him.

“AHH!”

“Ahnn...”

Again and again and again, Neji's breathing was all over the place, breath leaving him in a rasping crescendo as he felt himself climb towards that peak even faster than before, Shikamaru almost growling in pleasure and gripping Neji's hips so hard small bruises would be left for days. As fast as it had started, Neji was almost bending his spine to breaking point as orgasm crashed into him, clenching down on Shikamaru and shoving him over the edge as well, both crying out in ecstasy, eyes clenched shut.

“SH-SHIKA-AAH!”

“Uhhnn... N-Neji!”

They collapsed, boneless. Shikamaru tried to catch his breath, feeling exhausted, laying on Neji who was just as out of breath he was.

“... I didn't... Foresee that one.”

“... I'll lay it down... To fate.”

They both breathed a laugh, still trying to catch their breath.

“... Is this going to become... Something frequent?”

“...If you want it to.”

Neji nodded.

“Then yeah... 'S not too troublesome, I guess.”

Neji snorted and closed his eyes again, basking in the euphoric glow. The rain was still cascading down on the roofs, echoing throughout the empty house.