Spank.

The thing that was most unfair about all this, Neji thought, was that it was his birthday. Yet here he was, naked, face down in the pillows of Shikamaru's bed, tied up and blindfolded.

All because he'd lost that Shogi game he'd rigged himself. Well, perhaps 'rigged' was too strong a word... All he'd done was given himself a little advantage and damn it, it was his birthday!!! Couldn't he win just once?!

He grumbled softly into the pillows, shoulders tense with anticipation over what Shikamaru was planning to do to him.

“So, Neji...”

A cool hand descended on his back, gently feeling out the bumps of his spine and shoulder blades. Neji shivered, swallowing.

“Mmn...?”

He tried to sound cool and collected.

“You thought you'd manage to beat me in a game by cheating...?”

“No, I jus--”

Smack.

He flinched, an undignified yelp escaping him as Shikamaru's hand landed a large, loud and wholly indecent slap on his left buttock.

“Shi-Shikamaru!!”

He twisted, deciding that this game had gone quite far enou--

Smack.

“Shikamaru!”

Shikamaru was grinning as his hand gently squeezed and massaged the sensitive, tingling and pinkened flesh.

“Yes~?”

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“You know perfect--”

Smack.

“Ahh! Shikamaru!!”

“Yes~?”

Neji growled, low and dangerous as Shikamaru's fingers massaged and squeezed and rolled, feeling kisses being pressed to the nape of his neck and back. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut behind the blindfold, fighting to keep his breathing regular and even and fight the growing, burning arousal that was starting to make him harden. Shikamaru chuckled darkly.

Smack.

“Ahh!”

Neji jerked again, trying to wiggle away from the humiliating, erotic slaps he really didn't understand.

“Are you getting turned on yet?” teased Shikamaru, lips pressing butterfly kisses to Neji's pink flesh.

“No...!”

He tried to scoff, but it sounded more like a desperate whine as he swallowed, breathing deep.

Smack.

“A-Ah!”

“You're lying to me, Neji~”

Neji shook his head weakly, now panting a little as his erection throbbed against the sheets. What the hell had got him so hot and bothered...? Was it the fact that he was bound? Blindfolded? Being (oh dear lord) spanked...? The word sounded so wrong in his mind and he groaned softly as he throbbed again. Alright, so it was the spanking part, but surely it was the 'turn of power' play that was making him hard, right? And the enjoyable mix of pleasure and pain Shikamaru loved to exploit.

Shikamaru moved, sitting down and grabbing Neji's hips and yanking, pulling the man to lay over his lap with his ass up in the air. Neji groaned again in embarrassment at the blatant, wanton position he was in.

“Shika-aaahhh...”

His indignant cry bubbled into a moan as Shikamaru's hand slid under him to grasp his shaft, squeezing firmly.

“See...? I told you you were lying...~”

Smack.

“Uhhn...!”

A light sheen of sweat slicked him as his hips bucked into Shikamaru's teasing hand, the pleasure so much more now. This was not how it was meant to go! Sure, they were definitely meant to be doing something of the sexual nature, but this was nothing like what he had in mind. Shikamaru's devious fingers were trailing into the precome gathered at the tip of his erection, sliding it around the soft, smooth skin of his head. Neji knew his face had flushed, eyes half open under the blindfold as he panted softly, almost desperately.

“Weren't you, Neji...? You were lying, weren't you~?”

The hand trailing over his stinging, tingling backside pulled back and Neji swallowed, fighting to get what he hoped the correct answer was. Shikamaru's hand left the shaft of his erection to do something nice to the tip as Neji gasped, crying out softly.

“Yes!”

Smack. The force of the hit sent his erection driving into Shikamaru's fist in a long, pleasure filled squeezing stroke. He groaned loudly, hands clenching into fists.

“Ah, you admit it~”

Neji groaned again, head rolling slightly as he heaved for breath. He could feel beads of sweat dampen his skin as Shikamaru's devious hands gently petted, massaged and caressed his behind. Soft lips kissed down his neck and spine, slow and open mouthed.

“A-Ahh... Shikamaru... Nhhn...”

He was unusually vocal, moans and groans escaping him before he could even gather the thought processes to stop them. The sheets were warming up against his skin, brushing against sensitive nerves. Shikamaru's fingers slid over his hip bones, the sudden burst of feeling making his hips buck again into Shikamaru's hand.

“Did you really think you could win the game by cheating against me? It was so obvious, really...”

“S-Shut up.”

Neji tried to growl, sound intimidating but he was a little embarrassed about being caught and even more embarrassed at becoming so damn turned on by being flipped, tied and spanked. It came out a bit more like a whimper.

Smack.

“Ah!!”

“That's not how you should talk, Neji~”

“Uhhhhnnn...”

He was getting close, almost desperate. His skin was red, the imprints of Shikamaru's hands obvious and dominating. There was a tiny surge of chakra from the man he was splayed across and a single strand of something as light as air slid up his cock and to the tip.

“N-! Shikamaru!”

He knew what this was. It slid in, so thin it didn't hurt him and curled, turning into a little block. He groaned in desperation.

“Sh-Shikamaru...!”

“What~?”

“T-Take it out!”

“The magic word...?”

“Now!”

Smack.

“A-Ahh!”

“Nope~”

“Shikamaru!!”

Smack.

“Not that one either~”

“Uhhhnn...”

Neji was panting harshly, hips twitching and bucking as the pleasure built to an unbearable level. Damn it... Damn it all...

“... P-Please...” he whispered.

“I didn't catch that~”

“Shikamaru!!”

Smack.

“P-Please!”

“Please what?”

The only thing he could think of was 'more', 'harder' and 'faster'. A thin strand of saliva slid down his chin, bound hands shaking as he whimpered weakly. He felt a soft kiss to his spine before he was rolled, suddenly on his back and looking up at what he assumed was the ceiling under his blindfold. His legs were spread slightly, panting and trembling on their bed. Shikamaru must've taken mercy even though the block was slid firmly inside him because he felt soft, thin lips cover his own and felt the tantalizing scratch of stubble brush against his chin as Shikamaru kissed him lazily and gently. Neji groaned in frustration, pressing harder into the kiss and deepening it as their tongues slid against each other. Neji's hips bucked up again, a little bit weakly.

“Alright, alright... I'll stop teasing...” Shikamaru murmured as his hot, slick hand grasped him and squeezed.

“A-Ahh!!”

Neji jerked, urging him to continue as he bit down at Shikamaru's bottom lip. The man above him moaned, starting to stroke gently, soon speeding up. The feeling was turning Neji's mind into mush, skin still tingling and stinging where he'd been slapped and adding to the sensations. Soft gasps and groans bubbled out of his open mouth, lips swollen and red as he arched off the bed, the block making him shake madly. Surely he should have come by now...!

“Sh-Sh-Shika-aaaaahh...”

“Mmmn?”

Shikamaru's breath was hot and heavy against his lips.

“I-Insi-ide me... Mhmn... Nhn...!”

He felt Shikamaru shudder and that hand move from his erection to his balls and then lower down. In truth he'd only bottomed a few times since the beginning of their relationship, but he wasn't adverse to it at all. There were times when he wanted to be taken, to be overthrown, to be dominated and to be allowed to let go. Then he'd bottom, Shikamaru fucking him hard and fast and for as long and as many times as they could before they'd collapse, almost comatose, in each other's arms and sleep for hours. A single finger slid into him as he gasped, spreading his legs as much as he could to let Shikamaru move a little more easily.

“Mmhmn... Yes...”

He was flushed and pink all over, a light sheen of sweat making him glisten in a delicious manner. Shikamaru's lips pressed to his neck, fingers somehow already slick with lubrication as another joined the first, stretching and exploring in a mind blowing manner.

“Goddamnit Shikamaru,” he suddenly hissed. “Faster!” It was all going too slow, not enough feeling and pleasure. The Nara above him shuddered, a pang of lust mixed with slight worry crossing his features before resolve took its place.

Neji was a ninja, used to being attacked on a daily basis. A little rough sex wasn't going to break him and damn it all, he looked too good laying there, sprawled and bare and heaving not to take. He slid a quick coating of lubrication over himself and knelt, hands grasping Neji's hips as he lined himself up.

Neji's breathing hitched in anticipation as he threw his head back, hair sticking to his damp skin.

“A~Aahhn...!”

He groaned loudly, arching as Shikamaru thrust inside in one smooth push, filling and stretching him. He was big and it hurt a little, no more than the slaps beforehand, making his muscles clench and quiver. His mouth was open, another strand of saliva sliding down from the corner of his mouth as he whined, legs trying to pull Shikamaru closer and deeper. He was drunk on lust and heat, the blindfold adding to the letting go of control.

“Yesss,” he hissed as Shikamaru shivered and drew out, pushing back in with shinobi force. Neji arched, writhing and squirming as he tried to make Shikamaru hit his prostate. He could hear the man above him gasping, feel him throbbing deep inside him.

His mind was reeling and all he could smell was the heady musk of sex and sweat. Shikamaru grunted as his lover clenched down on him. Damn it all, he wasn't going to last long...!

“Sh-aahh! Shi-Shika-aaahh!” Neji's head rolled from side to side, hips lifting and jerking with Shikamaru's heavy thrusts. He felt free, uplifted and so, so hot. The pleasure was unbearable and he was desperate to come, erection red and pulsing. He whimpered, needing his release.

Shikamaru's mouth clamped down on Neji's collar bone as he had mercy, releasing the jutsu as he timed a well-angled thrust into Neji's prostate.

The man arched, breath rattling in his lungs as he was suddenly, oh so suddenly, shoved over the edge and into the white oblivion below. Another thrust had him crying out, thick spurts of his seed coating his stomach and chest. Neji shook madly, pulsing with each spurt.

“SHI~AAHHH!”

He had completely forgotten who he was, what he was as he bucked with aftershocks of pleasure, Shikamaru still moving deep inside him. Shikamaru groaned deeply and lowly as his scrambled name fell from those open lips and came, releasing inside his lover.

“Uuuhhhhnnn...!”

He gently collapsed down on top of the slick, sticky man. There was a few pregnant moments of sated, contented silence before Shikamaru pushed himself up, flushed and dishevelled and smirking as he pulled off Neji's blindfold.

“Happy birthday~”

“... Damn Nara,” Neji grumbled, glazed and basking in his orgasm's glow. Shikamaru laughed, kissing Neji's cheek.

He knew that round two wasn't far away.

Especially with that dark gleam in his lover's eyes.