Love of a Father

Another story, geez my mind just runs with me these days; anyways I'm not sure if this will turn into a multi chapter fic. I'll decide on popularity. Anyways there is a incest warning so this is Naracest. Please don't read if you don't like.

Please enjoy and drop a review, it motivates me to write more and tell me if this fic should stay a onceshot or be continued.

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The darkness of the moonless night engulfed the entirety of the Nara estate, where clouds were heavy with rain and the air thick with humidity. A foreboding feeling that creped with the shadows and the epitome of the sorrow that hung in the heavy air. Shikamaru had been watching the clouds the entire day; a perfect reflection of his emotions at the moment. After the devastating death of Asuma-sensei, he began to feel the steady rise of turmoiled emotion within him; ready to drag him into his own self created nightmare. In the far distance a lightning bolt erupted with a loud crack and the flash caused him to jump; surfacing from his drowning emotions.

"Shikamaru?" The Nara heir turned his attention towards his father's soft voice; giving a nod to indicate his willingness to listen.

"Come with me." The father carefully lead his son towards the room where he had set up the shougi board. They both sat down; moving pieces without saying a word leaving the air thick with tension and a thousand unspoken words between them and the ever growing concern a father had for his withdrawn son. It was only when Shikaku decided to speak his mind that something in the younger Nara heir snapped.

Shikaku had not been attempting to rile up his son, yet emotional talks were something that his and Shikamaru's analytical brains never seemed to grasp. In so he had unintentionally caused Shikamaru to have a breakdown. It was painful to watch; knowing that Shikamaru was hurting and he could do nothing to help.

"Let it out Shikamaru, keeping it inside will only hollow you out with guilt and self hatred. Regrets that will break you under their weight. You may not come to me for advice anymore; yet I'm still your sire. Its hurts me to see you like this." Shikaku stated, hoping to do some damage control at the waves of pain he felt surrounding Shikamaru.

He took his son's silence as his answer and quietly exited through the shouji doors; the room dark except for the grey of clouds that let shattered moonlight into the room. Shikaku felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as he heard his son's anguished scream; wishing he could protect Shikamaru from the pain that lay ahead. He sighed and sat on the wooden walkway; leaning against one of the supporting beams as he turned his towards the heavy clouds above; the nigh life suddenly very quiet.

"The moon went up the sky, and nowhere did abide: softly she was going up and a star or two beside." He softly recited to himself as he got lost in thought. Once he read this poem as a child and the memory never left him. The hollow silence it left within him when he lost his father and mentor not long after.

"Poetry Dad?" A hoarse voice asked from over his shoulder. Shikaku leaned his head against the support beam; brown eyes locked with brown.

"Hmm," He hummed to himself in though until an idea struck him. "A tragedy is the imitation of an action that is serious and also, as having magnitude, complete in itself..." He trailed off; waiting for Shikamaru to finish. He wasn't disappointed when Shikamaru's voice echoed the profound words into the night.

"With incidents arousing pity, fear, wherewith to accomplish its progress of such emotions." The Nara heir finished for his father.

"You remembered; now this takes me back." Shikaku intoned with a relieved voice. It was a long time ago when they would sit and finish off quotes or poetry; this saddened the older Nara as their relationship was somewhat strained.

"Troublesome." Shikamaru sighed, happy for once that his father was paying attention to him now. He took a bold step and sat down next to the comforting warmth of his father; bringing one leg up on the ledge and laying his cheek upon it; brown eyes turned sadly towards his father. He was surprised when strong arms tugged him closer to his father's warmth; offering a shoulder he so desperately needed. An action that set his heart racing and his mind shutting down as his father's scent drifted to his nose.

"Silly child. Come to me if you want to express your anger, come to me if you want to express your grief, happiness and everything in between. Please come to me if you need comfort. I'll always be here, as I said I don't want to bury my own son. I don't think I can survive it. At least tell your old father how you are once in a while."For a man that never dealt with emotions; Shikamaru felt tears well in his eyes at his father's words. Words he had waited his entire life to hear and the soft 'I love you' whispered in his ear was what broke him. He clung onto that support, this unnatural feeling welling up within in since he was a child. 'I love my father too much for any son.'

The tears came in rivers and traced his cheeks as his sobs wracked his body with the force of it; a gentle comfort and pillar of support whispering little nothings in his ear and for once he believed his father; maybe things would get better and the place where his heart was, filled with ice, was starting to leave a warmth behind he could not describe.

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"What a troublesome child." Shikaku sighed fondly, fingers running through the brown locks and untying the hair tie. Brown silk tresses fell down to Shikamaru's shoulders in soft waves; the scent of shampoo and a sweet scent that belonged only to Shikamaru. Shikaku smiled at the small whimper that fell from Shikamaru's lips and the frown disappeared from his forehead. Shikaku chuckled and placed a chaste kiss on his head as he picked Shikamaru up and carried his son off to his room. Shikamaru had fallen asleep of exhaustion eventually and was now fast asleep in Shikaku's arms.

Shikamaru's hands tightened instinctively on his father's clothes for support and buried his nose in Shikaku's neck; cuddling to the scent. Shikaku chuckled at his son's antics; only to frown at the light weight that was attached to Shikamaru. Was Shikamaru not eating right? With the emotions still pent up inside Shikamaru he could see many more times when Shikamaru had breakdowns.

"Time to get you to bed you troublesome child." Said boy's hands tightened in his father's clothes further as he refused to let go. It was then that he noticed his son's features, eyebrows furrowed in a nightmare that caused his breathing to increase to shallow pants. Shikaku started when he set Shikamaru and his son struggled and yelled out loudly.

"NO!"

"Hush Shikamaru. You'll wake your mother and that is not a good thing...Shikamaru?" Shikaku asked with concern upon seeing Shikamaru's trembling form. He leaned on the bed and placed a gentle hand on his son's shoulder.

"Are you okay Shikamaru?" Shikaku asked with uncharacteristic concern.

"Please don't leave me again Dad, please. I can't...I....can't take it anymore." Were the desperate words that spilled from Shikamaru's lips. Shikaku felt his breath hitch at the pained words; just how much damage has been done? How much loneliness must he have felt?

"I'm right here my beloved son. I'm not going anywhere." Shikaku said as he crawled onto the futon and wrapped his arms comfortingly around his son. Tears were staining his mourning clothes as he embraced Shikamaru tighter to offer support. In time both father and son were fast asleep. Shikamaru curled tightly around his father's form and Shikaku with protective arms around his son. It was the beginning of their forbidden relationship in the early morning hours.

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'Time seemed to stop completely, Shikaku watched with loving eyes as Shikamaru came running to him. Painting in hand; the eight year old had stayed home after an attack on the academy.

"Daddy look! Look what I drew!" Shikamaru smiled as his father took the painting from his hands and inspected it critically before large hands settled in dark brown hair ruffling the brown ponytail that was as messy as his own. Shikamaru graced his father with a wonderful smile and Shikaku praised his boy's art work of him.

"Daddy?" Huge brown eyes stared up at his father with confusion as Shikaku crawled into his bed. Before pulling the smaller body to his.

"I know you had a nightmare." Shikaku said and soothed the trembling form. Shikaku was startled when innocent lips settled over his and the eight-year- old's tongue poked at his lips. His muscles had gone lax and soon he found the forbidden feeling of his son against him overwhelming. The small spikes of pleasure that raced through him was so wrong but felt so right. Without thought he began to respond and rubbed his tongue along Shikamaru's; making the little boy moan against him. Breaths mingled and Shikaku found the feel of that clumsy little tongue against his very pleasurable. Than was when his rational mind screamed at him and he pulled away, watching entranced as a string of saliva still connected their tongues.

"Shikamaru? What are you doing? Where did you learn that? " Shikaku asked, not angered but terribly confused. Shikamaru looked at the futon with furrowed brows, wondering if what he had done was wrong.

"Iruka-sensei told us that we do it to the ones we love. I really love you Daddy, more than Mommy. It is troublesome but I don't know what to do with these feelings Daddy. And besides you looked tense and I tried to make you relax just like Genma-sensei did to Iruka-sensei this afternoon." The little boy whispered in a trembling voice. Shikaku sighed but gave Shikamaru a gentle smile.

"Alright, but don't tell your mother or she'll kill us both." Shikaku whispered and pulled the smaller body to his in a possessive hug; mind whirling with guilt and for not having the heart to tell his son off...'

Shikaku slipped from his memory into a pleasant dream where he felt himself sinking lower and lower in to trudge in an erotic dream; one that has haunted him ever since Shikamaru was eight. In the throes of a very erotic dream that was driving his body wild with desire. Shikamaru with innocent eyes and a deep blush settled over his cheeks. Hesitantly exploring his scars and his father's body with feather light kisses and gentle fingers that were afraid of getting scolded. The fact that he had this same dream for years every once in a while should cause alarms but it didn't. Ever since his son had turned twelve and started his career as a genin, Shikaku felt his obsession with his son increase.

The tears running down Shikamaru's cheeks were just as erotic, weather they be in shame or humiliation it never mattered. His body jerked when Shikamaru dipped his teasing tongue into his belly button before nipping at the edges; he could not stop the moan that escaped him.

He was started awake when he felt real fingers of a calloused hand encircle his half hard arousal; sleepy brown eyes opened to observe the object of his dream gently stroking his half hard length to full hardness with a sinful touched that sent his mind reeling. Pleasure shot through him and a hitched breath escaped when Shikamaru leant forward and his moist breath fanned out against Shikaku's neck. As reality slowly made itself known his eyes cleared of their haze and his breath froze in his chest.

"Shikamaru? What are you doing?"He managed to force out as the pleasurable assault of tongue and lips on his neck was continued. The sounds that his son was pulling from his lips in pleasure was unbelievable and didn't sound like him at all and yet he knew it was; the pleasure was just too much to keep silent about. His hips bucked as Shikamaru bit down on his neck and worried the flesh between his teeth gently. The reaction drew a moan and a deep blush settling over Shikamaru's already rosy cheeks. Shikamaru leant forward and traced the ear shell before him and nibbled at the sensitive lobe and when he teased enough he pushed his tongue inside the ear canal and received a delicious moan from his father. The sound vibrating through his chest as his fingers continued pumping his father's arousal to make the older Nara weak to the pleasure and not attempt to stop him. His tongue curled around the loop earring and tugged, marking it in his mind as a very sensitive spot.

"What I'm doing father is what I've been wanting to do since I was eight. I strive to give you the greatest pleasure and love and all I can hope for is to not be rejected again." Shikamaru whispered as his mind trailed off to the memory where he had first kissed his father's chapped but soft lips.

"A pleasure that only father and son share, to deepen our bond beyond just blood." He finished and continued his ministrations; mind heady that his father had yet to push him off. He lifted the black mourning shirt and sidled down, making sure to let his bellybutton ring scrape against his father's flesh. He felt the muscles contract in pleasure beneath him. His words were soft and truthful, sincere and determined all the same.

"Why Shikamaru?" Shikaku managed to hiss as a mouth settled over his nipples and then bit down. Shikaku looked up into brown eyes that were hovering in the line of his vision. He waited patiently for his genius son to speak.

"I can't explain why except that I love you more than a son should love a father; dreaming of only you and what you can make my body feel. I don't know how to explain it. Now I've decided to live without regrets and yet I still fell guilty loving you like this even though I know it is wrong I can't stop myself." The younger Nara said with dejected eyes and the blush that settled attractively across his nose drew a small smile from Shikaku.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He inquired to his son.

"Yes, I'm sure Dad. I've had these feelings buried deep inside for years and now that my only confidant is gone I can no longer regret what I'm doing. I don't think I can bury another precious person without having told you how I felt." Shikaku sighed and wiped at the tears forming at the corner of his son's eyes; already blurring his vision.

"Such a troublesome child." He said fondly and kissed those lips, they were soft and sweet although trapped in a sad frown. His anticipation was not disappointed as they parted for him; Shikaku dipped his tongue inside to get a taste and moaned. Shikamaru tasted of cherries and the fresh summer rain with the crisp cold wind in the autumn mornings. After he was granted access their tongues twined like lovers of centuries and danced to build the desire between them as it sparked the passion that lit the now morning lit room. Tongue roaming the wet heat as he traced every crevice, tooth and tongue; needing to map out the new territory granted for him. Their battle for dominance was short lived as Shikamaru yielded to his father's wishes. A gentle inexperienced tongue followed his back into his mouth as he granted Shikamaru to explore on his own; even it was awkward Shikaku allowed a few pleasure moans to escape his mouth. As the burn for air increased they broke apart, a thick string of saliva connecting them as was panting breaths and flushed faces. Lust glazed brown eyes and feverish skin that sought only constant contact.

"Come let's take a bath." Shikaku said, taking control over his lust so that he did not break Shikamaru with the heavy lust that settled over his body and invaded his mind. Their hands entwined as the older lead the younger towards the open aired onsen that was on their property.

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"Dad what are we doing here?"Shikamaru asked curiously as he watched the steam rise from the outside private onsen they had. Shikaku smiled and wrapped possessive arms around Shikamaru's waist as he laid his chin on his son's shoulder. A wicked smile graced his lips as he traced his son's ear and bit at the cartilage. Enjoying the shiver that wracked through the body beneath him.

"So that your mother won't find us here, that would be troublesome." He said in a seductive purr, pulling Shikamaru closer to him as he pulled the mourning robes off. Enjoying the sight of pale flesh spread before his eyes, fingers tracing the smooth expanse of skin until it came to rest over the piercing in his son's bellybutton. He chuckled and tugged at it playfully; surprised when Shikamaru let out a low moan and arched back into him.

"When did you get this?" Shikaku asked as he tugged on the piercing again. Watching as a blush blossomed across Shikamaru's face.

"Mom took me to get it when I was thirteen; saying something about me looking cute with it." Shikamaru replied breathlessly as a pair of lips assaulted his neck and suckled on the pulse point. He blushed at the chuckle he heard.

"Hmm, but she was right. Although why didn't you protest?" Shikaku asked, knowing that his wife had a curious taste in trying to make Shikamaru into a girl. He remembered the one night when she had him dressed as a French maid for Halloween; he stifled a nosebleed at the image that assaulted his mind. Quick to turn his attention back to Shikamaru who was frowning in contempt.

"It's too troublesome to protest, I mean she made me wear a maid costume last year, maybe she thinks I'm a girl." Shikaku laughed and steered Shikamaru into the hot water after he had divested them of their clothing. The water lapped at their skin as the morning rays of the sun began to creep into the sky above them, Shikaku settled them against the rock and pulled Shikamaru into his lap. Letting a slight moan spill from his lips as his erection was trapped between them.

"Just feel Shikamaru, don't think." Shikaku warned as he pulled his son up onto the edge of the hot spring pool, eyes taking in every detail and every visible scar. He dipped his head, tracing those scars with his tongue leisurely and enjoying the way he dragged moans from Shikamaru. It was hard to ignore the fact that his arousal was throbbing painfully but he had to; not wanting to hurt Shikamaru his first time.

"Dad!?" Shikamaru yelled in confusion when Shikaku spread Shikamaru's legs to stare at his prize, liking his lips in anticipation. Chuckling at the blush that spread across Shikamaru's nose. He smirked and bent down, his breath fanning out against Shikamaru's quivering thighs and allowing his lips to trace the muscles before he bent forward and captured those panting lips in his and played with Shikamaru's tongue whilst his fingers curled around a prominent erection that was beading pre come in anticipation. He broke away as Shikamaru whined in need and bent down mouth taking a nipple between his teeth and tugging pulling another whine from Shikamaru's lips. However he received a wonderful scream when he pumped the erection in his hand. If Shikamaru was going to keep making those noises he was going to lose it. So to stop Shikamaru from making him lose control he pushed his fingers inside his son's mouth.

"Make them nice and wet." He said crudely and Shikamaru blushed as he did as he was told, tongue tracing the pads of the fingers. The action caused his father to shudder and Shikamaru smirked around the fingers; knowing that two could play this game. A muffled moan escaped his lips as Shikaku pressed a thumb into his slit, he bit down on those fingers, nearly breaking skin. Shikaku took it all in stride and only chuckled as he retracted his now wet fingers. Pulling Shikamaru closer to him before trailing wet fingers across the taught abdomen and straight passed the arousal and slipping beneath it. Fingers circling the little hole he found there before gently pushing forward, stopping when he felt Shikamaru tense.

"You okay?" Shikaku asked concerned and received a nod, so in order to distract Shikamaru he leant forward and traced Shikamaru's erection with his tongue before dipping it into the slit and taking it into his mouth. He heard the pleasured groan and felt fingers tug at his hair until the hair tie fell out and his brown hair fell past his shoulders. He moaned around his mouthful as fingers dug into his scalp pleasurably and tugged, he continued his ministration whilst slipping in another finger to stretch the taught muscle and coax it into relaxing. He smirked around his mouthful as he crooked his fingers and swallowed Shikamaru whole. The effect was instantaneous, a muffled yelp escape parted lips and Shikamaru's back arched in a perfect bow. The fingers in his hair gripping tighter and pulling almost painfully as a wave of intense pleasure shot through him. He was so close but bit his lip to stave off his eruption as he wanted come when his father was inside him. As Shikaku continued his ministrations, Shikamaru whined in distress. The pressure building in him was too much, so he pulled his father's mouth from his arousal and tugged in those brown locks until their lips were mere millimetres from each other's.

"Please Dad, do it." Shikamaru demanded sweetly, no longer able to keep himself from wanting to feel his father's cock deep inside him. Shikaku frowned, afraid he was going to hurt his son. Yet those pleading eyes filled with tears of frustration snapped his lat ounces of control.

"Are you sure?" A nod was his answer and a long breath left those cherry red lips so Shikaku kissed them and with a single harsh thrust he was seated fully inside Shikamaru. He was right in his assumptions when Shikamaru did not try to move away in pain but instead moaned in pleasure and arched back; trying to feel more.

"You're a little masochist ne?" Shikaku purred as he gave a harsh thrust; watching as red tinted cheeks flushed further and a deep moan resounded from his son's throat. That was all the answer he needed as he reached a hand down and tugged harshly at the bellybutton ring, satisfied when a scream nearly ripped from Shikamaru's lips. That was the sound that made him lose his control as he felt his heart rate pick up and his own breath come in harsh pants.

"Dad." Shikamaru moaned when those harsh thrusts repeatedly slammed against his prostate making him clench his eyes in pleasure as the tears squeezed themselves from his lids. He was startled when fingers sneaked into his mouth and a thumb nail pressed harshly against his tongue, almost drawing blood. He felt his saliva drip from the corner of his mouth and coat his father's thumb heavily.

"Next time we'll get you a piercing here." Shikaku emphasized his point by pulling on Shikamaru's tongue before retracting his thumb and bringing it to his lips and liking up the dripping saliva that Shikamaru had coated it with. He felt Shikamaru go rigid beneath him, breath hitching in his chest as his climax tore through him mercilessly. Pain and pleasure shot through him all at once as Shikaku pinched his nipples harshly. Shikamaru shook with the force of his orgasm as pearly streaks of come painted his and his father's stomachs in a white substance. A silent cry left him with sated limbs and a stinging pain in his back and inside his passage where Shikamaru was sure his father had just painted him with his seed. He felt marked and Shikamaru was happy.

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Shikaku struggled to catch his breath after the intense orgasm he had experienced, pulling his flaccid cock from Shikamaru he settled Shikamaru back in the water and sat on the ledge pulling Shikamaru into his lap as he laid his chin on Shikamaru's shoulder as the younger Nara nudged his nose into his father's neck. This was the only person that Shikamaru knew would except his sexual deviousness and give him the ultimate pleasure. The bond between them was now deeper than ever before. His limbs felt sated and he enjoyed the lapping of the warm water against his skin and the comforting presence of his father behind him. Puffs of air was washed against his ear as his father brought him under control. Both sets of brown eyes were turned towards the approaching footsteps, they were soft but sure and Shikaku groaned. He knew those footsteps they belonged to his wife; said wife came up to the edge of the pool and smiled at the two men.

"Where were you two? It's nine in the morning and breakfast is getting cold." She said in an overly sweet voice that both men knew carried the meaning. 'Get your asses into the house now or I'll never feed you again.' So without protest they grabbed their towels and made their way back to the house, sated pleasure still racing through both of their bodies and Shikamaru stumbled a bit when he tried to walk. Smiling when a hand steadied him and helped him back towards the large traditional house. Today was the day that turned their lives upside down and yet brought them more happiness than any other days.

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Title means Black Flower:Love of a father. Anyways thanks for reading I really apreciate it. I hope you enjoyed it, if so please leave me a review I love reading them and I do dedicate some chapters to those who make an impresion on me. Anways thanks again and I'll see you soon.

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