High Tension

A/N I've always been a fan of ADD, and when I saw it updated... I really wanted to write this. I hope the OP doesn't mind.

A fanfic of a fanfic. How weird...!

The bus was silent, even the driver away as the vehicle sat in a deserted parking lot. Naruto, Sasuke, Shino and Lee were all still at the after-concert party but Neji and Shikamaru, claiming exhaustion, pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The mission was drawing to a close and the unmistakable tension between the two hung in the air, as thick and palpable as oil in water. The papers, magazines, radio and television were always all over them, asking question after question about their relationship. And that kiss, the night Hiyan had come over... Such attention didn't help them to forget or ignore this – what ever this was – either.

Neji didn't look to Shikamaru, aiming for the bathroom before Shikamaru's hand grabbed his wrist and tugged him back. “Wait...”

Neji swallowed, turning his head. “... What...?”

“We need to talk.”

There was a moment of tension before Neji looked away again. “Let me take these contacts out first.” Shikamaru nodded and let go, moving to sit down on the sofa as Neji hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. His heart was hammering as he gripped the sink, the frills and ruffles of the dress annoying his skin as he shakily took out the itchy blue lenses. The way things were panning out...

… Something was going to happen tonight. And he didn't know if he wanted to be here when it did.

He went back through, awkwardly sitting down beside Shikamaru and crossing his legs. “What did you want to talk about, Shikamaru?” He wasn't looking, but he could feel those deep, black eyes boring straight into him.

“Us.”

… Neji swallowed, shifting a little. “What about us?”

“You know what about us, Neji. Don't act stupid.” The tension was obvious in Shikamaru's voice. Neji's eyes narrowed a little, turning to face him.

“I don't see what there is to talk abou--” The last word was muffled, Neji jerking back not quite fast enough as Shikamaru grabbed his jaw and yanked him forwards, smashing their mouths together. Shikamaru drew back, fingers still clamped around Neji's chin and cheeks. “If you're going to be coy, then I'm going to be blunt.”

Neji's eyes were narrow, their breathing heavy in the short space between them. His glance flicked down, Shikamaru's thin lips smeared with the red gunk he'd been forced to put on his own. Their gazes locked, black to white like tunnel vision, them caught somewhere in the middle. Neji swallowed, his frame trembling with the tension and uncertainty.

“... Don't even try to deny this, Neji. I know you, and--”

“--You don't know me,” Neji hissed.

Shikamaru's grip tightened, eyebrow twitching ever so slightly. “I know you well enough to know you've been running from it since day one.”

Neji's eyes narrowed even more, glaring even as his heart skipped a beat. “I don't know what--” Again, Shikamaru's lips crushed to Neji's and stole every breath from his body. Neji's hands pressed to Shikamaru's chest, shoving him back and trying to create a safe distance.

“Stop that,” he hissed, eyes slits. “Why?” Shikamaru countered, his sharp features matching the sharpness in his eyes. More red lipstick was smeared across his mouth. “Because this isn't right. This isn't something I wa--”

“-- Liar.” Shikamaru's eyes narrowed this time, yanking Neji closer. “Your eyes give you away, Neji.” Neji's hand tightened in Shikamaru's shirt, a scowl twisting his lips. “Stop flattering yourself, Nara. I'm not. Interested.” Shikamaru's grip tightened again, leaving small bruises Neji would have to cover up with foundation. “Stop running away from this. Stop trying to pretend it's not happening.”

“You're delusional. I don't know--” Again. Neji tried to jerk away from the third kiss, grunting softly in frustration and anger. He tried to twist his head, drawing back with a sharp breath and glaring. “Stop it.”

“Why?! Because you're afraid of the truth?”

“This isn't the truth!”

“Then what is it.”

“This... This is just... Situational.”

Shikamaru smirked, his eyes gleaming in a way that made something dark and hungry twist in Neji's gut. “So, you finally admit there is something here, and you know about it.”

… Fuck. Neji tried to jerk away but Shikamaru dragged him back, closer than ever. “You admit that you're just as attracted to me.”

“No. That's not it at all,” he growled, his lipstick smeared over both of their mouths. “Everyone can see it, Neji. Don't try to pretend you can't either.” Shikamaru's free hand clamped to Neji's knee, sliding up his thigh over his stockings.

“What are you doing?!” Neji hissed, trying to jerk away. “Nothing I haven't done before,” Shikamaru murmured, his breath hot and damp on Neji's mouth. “What the hell do you mean!?”

“Oh come on... Did you really think I was asleep every time I touched you...?”

Neji froze a little, Shikamaru's hand sliding even further up, under his skirt. “... You...”

“And you really think I slept through every time you moved closer, or touched me back?”

Neji's cheeks reddened, heat from the shame of being caught flooding through him even as his thigh twitched into Shikamaru's hand.

There was a second of pure, undiluted silence before Neji lunged forwards, one hand twisting harshly into Shikamaru's hair as he smashed their mouths together this time. He didn't understand. Didn't know where these dark, deep desires came from, where the heat and lust and hunger came from. But god he wanted this.

Shikamaru groaned harshly, shoving them off the sofa with Shinobi force and onto the floor, Neji grunting as his back hit hard and his skirt slid up to barely cover himself and the semi hard-on that had sprung from the first kiss. Shikamaru's legs clamped down on either side of his, their mouths pressing together almost too hard as they scrabbled to make sense of this, the tight leather of Shikamaru's trousers creaking as he flexed. Neji's hands yanked out Shikamaru's ponytail, dragging fingers through it while the other slid down Shikamaru's back, grabbing a fistful of the material and yanking him down. The shift in angle softened the harsh pressure of the kiss, their mouths opening and meshing together in unison. Neji shuddered, one stocking-clad leg lifting to plant the base of his shoe into the carpet, hips surging up as Shikamaru's ground down.

This. This is what his body had been craving. The taste of lipstick and cigarettes made his head spin, a dark, rich undertone of Shikamaru invading a second later. The dirty feel of make-up smearing across his face, the too-tight pinch of the women's underwear he'd finally been forced into wearing, the scrape and slide of skirts and stockings against his skin was turning him on just as much as the heavy weight in his arms and the grinding, giddy pleasure of Shikamaru's shaft against his.

They were kissing hard and deep, hands scrabbling at each other as ribbons ripped and seams split under the pressure, their hips clashing in harsh, quick undulations that left no room for breathing, let alone thinking about what they were doing on the floor of the bus, in plain sight to anyone who chose to walk in at any moment. Neji bit down on Shikamaru's lip, the taste of blood entering the sinful mix like some bad move from the eighties, the smell of sweat forcing low, guttural noises from them.

Neji was getting close, too close as the underwear slipped off with a scratch of lace and the netting rubbed just right against his glans, joined a second later by the feel of leather as his skirt was shoved up, quickly slicking to the most pleasurable texture he'd ever felt against him. Shikamaru's breath was haywire, his teeth biting and nipping Neji's lips with wanton abandon, their thigh muscles tightening as they moved even faster, even harder, a crushing crescendo of sheer bliss until one final thrust shoved them over the edge.

With twin groans of utmost satisfaction and completion, they stilled. Orgasm smashed through them, Neji's seed staining his dress and underwear and Shikamaru's trousers, Shikamaru's ruining his own clothes. A breathless second later Shikamaru collapsed down onto Neji, their mouths sliding apart with a bright red smear down Neji's cheek.

There was silence save for them gasping for breath, Shikamaru too heavy and hot but Neji not having the energy to move him. Finally Shikamaru pushed himself up on his hands, looking down at Neji. He hesitated a second, eyes flicking between Neji's before he leant down and kissed him, the most gentle one to date.

“... I guess...” he rasped out, “we didn't do much talking... But this probably got the message across clearer...”

After a second, Neji kissed back and stopped running from This. He felt Shikamaru sag against him in relief, his arm encircling the younger man's shoulders.

“... For two geniuses,” Neji mumbled, “we're not being very smart right now...”

“You're right... We should move...” Shikamaru sat up, straddling Neji's stomach. Neji snorted. “... You've got makeup smeared all over yourself...” he murmured.

“So do you.”

“Don't I always on this mission?”

Shikamaru smirked, winking. “This time, it's my fault you look this hot.”

… Neji flushed. “... Don't get ahead of yourself,” he murmured, sitting up. “We still need to talk about this.”

“Later,” Shikamaru murmred, leaning in and kissing again. “For now... This'll do.”