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By angeltalion giftfic for jaydennara



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Shikamaru stood in the doorway of his bedroom, his shirt half off, blinking his eyes in surprise as if he didn’t understand what he was seeing. Tugging his shirt the rest of the way off, Shikamaru put it and the under mesh into the hamper. His vest and sandals had been left at the entry and his headband lay discarded on the kitchen counter. After checking that he’d had something simple to prepare for dinner, the shinobi genius had decided on a nice soak.



He’d moved through the darkened apartment lighting the lamps as he moved toward his private space. However, this place had been invaded. There had been no sign of visitors or company anywhere else in his apartment but the bare assed proof lay snoring in his bed.



Kiba shifted, his legs falling open just enough to reveal the full sack that hung between his legs and lead the pony tailed man’s eyes up and over the perfectly shaped globes of his boyfriends’ ass. Even in sleep Shikamaru could trace the defined muscles on Kiba’s back and up his broad shoulders. In a word, Kiba Inuzuka was gorgeous. Unlike many of their peers, he was not androgynous or a pretty boy. Kiba was overtly masculine in every part of him.



From his broad shoulders and muscled abs to the strong jaw line and deep voice, Kiba was the sort of man that made Shikamaru’s mouth water and his pants tighten. Perhaps it was from his youth spent with his sensei, who had also been very masculine. For whatever reason, his attraction to Kiba had been undeniable. It was nothing Shikamaru would have acted on though had it not been for that damn sensitive nose of the dog nin’s.



Shikamaru had a knack for observation and in observing Kiba he had been sure that the tattooed boy had a thing for his female teammate, Hinata Hyuuga. That also meant the boy was straight. Straight boys, no matter how opened minded, still didn’t typically take well to being hit on by the not straight boys. So Shikamaru had decided further action would lead to nothing but trouble and the lazy nin had no desire for more trouble.



Fate however had other plans. Fate of course in their circle went by the name Uzumaki. Naruto had become very meddlesome in his late teens doing all he could to pair off his friends to see them in happy relationships. Shikamaru believed this was due entirely to his own inability to have the happy, well adjusted romantic relationship he desired.



So a night of drinks had been declared necessary by the blond troublemaker. The Nara had agreed to go on the belief that their entire group of friends would be coming. Instead it had been just the three of them. Kiba and Naruto spent most of the night challenging one another to drinking contests of first beer then sake. Shikamaru had somehow become the referee. By the end of the night Shikamaru was swaying on his feet, having held his own with the two rowdy ninja. He remembered Naruto and Kiba having to help get him home but Naruto, the sly fox, had needed to leave just before they’d made it to his apartment, claiming he’d forgotten something at the bar. Now the inebriated Nara was left leaning into the firm body of his comrade. Looking up into those animalistic brown eyes had made Shikamaru shiver all over.



Kiba’s brow raised as the scent of arousal overpowered the scent of alcohol. He swallowed back a groan. Shikamaru had no idea that Kiba knew how the other man felt. Shikamaru was a master at hiding many things but pheromones were just not something one could control. Kiba had always respected the brown haired man’s silence. He didn’t know if Shikamaru could not accept his attraction to another man or if he simply hated being attracted to someone like Kiba. It was no secret that the lazy ninja was brilliant and quiet. Shikamaru could spend his entire night with the TV off, a cup of tea and a book while Kiba would have his games on and be bouncing off the walls almost nightly. Kiba Inuzuka was anything but mellow.



It didn’t mean he was immune to Shikamaru. Shikamaru smelt so good, like earth and fresh clean spring water with just a hint of leather. His scent was so natural and clean, Kiba’s senses found being around the other man calming. Most of his jumpiness settled around Shikamaru and he found himself able to be at peace, able to enjoy the quiet.



They made it to the door of Shikamaru’s apartment and Kiba was practically whimpering as the Nara nuzzled his neck affectionately. Taking the key, Kiba led them in and moved right to the bedroom. It took little time to strip Shika down to his shirt and pants but Kiba decided to stop there.



“Ok, you stay here. I’m going to get you some water and something for your headache in the morning. Man, you are gonna feel like shit in the morning.” Kiba shook his head sighing. He found a glass in the bathroom and filled it with clean water. Then after a quick search, found that Shikamaru was decidedly anal retentive about the order of things in his bathroom but it had made finding the Tylenol very easy, right next to the shaving cream and tissue. “Who alphabetizes their bathroom cabinet?” He muttered coming back into the bedroom and swallowing. Shikamaru had decided that if Kiba wouldn’t help he could strip himself. So now the young genius lay on his back in bed clad in his boxer shorts and nothing else.



Kiba’s eyes traveled up the slim waist and toned chest and arms to find those bottomless brown eyes at half mast looking at him. “You took your hair down.” Kiba whispered as he set the items in his hands down on the table beside the bed. Reaching out he stroked the surprisingly soft layers of golden brown hair.



Without the pull of the tight hair, Shikamaru’s face was relaxed around the eyes and he hummed in pleasure, arching into the touch of the man he’d wanted for far too long. “Stay?”



“You’re drunk, man. I can’t do that. You’d totally hate me in the morning.” Kiba was pouting because this really wasn’t fair.



“Hmm, just sleep, I promise not to rape you.” Shikamaru snorted, lips curling up teasingly. “I can use my shadows and tie you to the bed.”



“Way to help the whole ‘not gonna rape me’ argument there, genius.” Kiba huffed trying to fight his own arousal down. “Fine, but my pants stay on.” He hated being the good guy. Just once, just once Kiba wanted to be the asshole horn dog he was always assumed to be. He could totally take advantage of the situation. Shikamaru would let him. Fuck, Shikamaru would probably beg for it but tomorrow the Nara wouldn’t be able to even look at him.



Pouting Shika relented. “Fine, fine pants on.” He agreed, moving to crawl over the bed and tug open a drawer on his dresser, tossing cotton sleep pants to Kiba. “Clean pants.” Kiba whimpered into the cotton lounge pants as he watched that sweet shapely ass sway back and forth crawling away from him. Evil genius, Shikamaru Nara was an evil genius bastard.



“Yeah thanks. I’ll be right back.” Slipping into the bathroom once more, Kiba changed as quickly as he could and started willing away his erection trying to think of anything that would make it go away. He was still half hard when he heard a thump outside the door. Worried the drunken Shikamaru might have injured himself, Kiba flung the door open and bent in half laughing at what he saw. Sitting in the middle of the floor with his blanket wrapped around his legs, looking up at Kiba with his lower lip out and pouting, sat Shikamaru Nara. He was looking up with wide brown eyes and his shoulders slumped.



“I thought you left me.” The words were soft and sweet and caused Kiba to sober instantly. Something about the way they were said or maybe that they were said at all warmed him to his heart.



Lifting Shikamaru off the floor, Kiba was surprised how light the other man was as he swung him into his arms and moved them both back to the bed. He lay down on the bed and within minutes found himself on his back with Shikamaru splayed across him. Long hair tickled his neck and shoulder as Shika’s head rested against his chest over Kiba’s fluttering heart. They slept wrapped around one another well into the late part of the morning.



That night started a relationship and neither put into words what was happening. They just became inseparable. They spent one night apart and agreed the next day that they wouldn’t be doing that again unless they were on missions.



Almost a year later…



For the last two weeks, Kiba had been away on an escort mission and Shikamaru had been left waiting. He slept poorly when Kiba was away after so many months together but he hadn’t thought he’d gotten so bad as to not even recognize his partner’s chakra.



Stripping down, Shikamaru smiled at the soggy damp hair of his partner who slept on with a slight snort and shift against the pillows. He crawled over the bare legs of his partner and straddled the hips of the dog Nin before settling comfortably on his ass. Shikamaru’s growing cock nestled comfortably in Kiba’s crack.



“Mmhrmmm, Shika?” Kiba whispered, voice raw from yelling his jutsu in numerous battles.



Long slim fingers moved over the strained muscles and broad shoulders and he shivered at the husky moan his attentions garnered. “Who else crawls naked onto your ass and starts feeling you up?” Shikamaru smiled, then his eyes narrowed as fingers twisted, pinching skin.



“OW! Ow, Shika fuck!” Wriggling, Kiba glared over his shoulder. “What the hell was that for?”



“No one else better be climbing over your naked ass and feeling you up.” The dark eyes narrowed on the red tattooed cheek.



Sighing Kiba flopped his head back into the fluffy pillows on his mate’s bed. “Don’t be stupid. There’s only you and you know that.” Rolling his shoulders a little, Kiba sighed. “Rub higher?”



Shaking his head Shikamaru returned to the shoulder rub he was giving his boyfriend. “Was the mission that bad? It was a simple escort, I thought.”



“Simple escort of a snotty little princess of a girl and we had Naruto so trouble was in front and behind us.” Kiba muttered, moaning as Shikamaru’s fingers worked the knots in his shoulders. “Between her mouth and Naruto’s, it was loud, angry and made us easy to detect by enemies.” Shikamaru snorted and leant over, pressing kisses to those tanned shoulders he adored. His nose nuzzling into the long brown fringe at Kiba’s nape as his lips nibbled the skin. Kiba’s hips rocked up against the hard length nestled against his ass. “Shika… gods Baby, you feel good.” He licked his lips, rocking up harder. “Did you miss me?”



Shikamaru chuckled and nodded, thrusting forward in time with Kiba’s rocking. “Feels so good. Missed having you in bed next to me… under me… over me.” The Nara whimpered as he sat back upright. “Do you want me Kiba?



“Fuck, Shikamaru you little tease.” He pouted rocking his hips up and moaning. “Does it feel good, your cock against my ass? Yes, yes I’ve missed you. I want you…. Fuck me Shikamaru. Come on Baby, fuck me.” Kiba felt the want and blindly searched the bedside table drawer for their lube. With a triumphant grunt, Kiba shoved it over his shoulder and into the hands of his most precious person. “Please, I need you inside Shikamaru. It’s been so fucking long.” As if to drive his point home, Kiba’s hips rolled up teasingly.



Falling back onto his knees, Shikamaru whimpered. Kiba liked being on top but when he wanted Shikamaru inside he was just as insatiable. For them, the weeks apart might as well have been years. For Kiba and Shikamaru, making love just once in a day was a slow day for them. Shika pulled his hair down before he leaned over, placing sweet butterfly kisses over Kiba’s shoulders to distract his lover while he lubed two fingers. Always careful, the Nara slid one slim digit into the tight puckered opening, carefully moving it in and out until the clenching relaxed some and he was comfortable pressing his second finger inside.



“Uhg… Shika… Baby that feels good.” Kiba sighed, enjoying the attention of his slender mate. The lean body sat over his thighs trapping them together, making him tighter than he would be if he’d been able to spread his legs wide but Shikamaru was always careful and gentle with him. Maybe it was his personality or just his choice in men but before Shikamaru, all of Kiba’s partners had been a little rough and tumble, often leaving Kiba limping a little. Not that he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed himself, but ever since their first night together, the Nara heir had treated him gently, touching him like Kiba was special and precious to him and almost a year later the touches made Kiba’s heart constrict a little.



“You’re so tight Kiba. I don’t know if I can take you… it’s going to hurt Babe.” Shikamaru swallowed, his cock throbbing as he felt how his words affected his partner, clenching tight around his fingers.



“Fuck that. Get up, let me spread my legs. It’ll help.” The dog nin growled, wriggling to get out from under Shikamaru, gasping as his wriggles helped those long torturous fingers find his prostate. “FUCK! Fuck Shika… oh Baby you gotta… you gotta fuck me now.” He panted, spreading his legs when Shikamaru scrambled off his thighs, pulling his fingers free. “It’s ok. I can take a little pain Baby.”



Swallowing, Shikamaru grabbed the lubricant and started slicking up his cock as Kiba’s ass raised into the air, the other man going to his knees. “Kiba you’re so beautiful.” The long haired brunette whispered, eyes falling closed a little as lust coursed through his veins. Kiba had a great ass. Sliding slick fingers against his cheeks once more, Shikamaru probed, testing Kiba’s resistance. He was met with little as Kiba pressed back.



“Not your fingers Shika. I want your cock, Baby.” Brown eyes looked over his shoulder and the flush on Shikamaru’s skin, coupled with his let down hair, made him groan. Shikamaru never ceased to make his blood boil. “You are so sexy like that.” Kiba groaned, pushing his face into their bed sheets because Shika had lined himself up but was just rubbing his cockhead back and forth, teasing his puckered opening. “Fuck, fuck, Shikamaru… please, Baby do it. Just put it in, I want it so bad.”



Sliding in carefully, Shikamaru whimpered, biting down on his lip. Kiba was tight, slick and hot. He was always so hot inside. “Yes, Babe you’re so tight, so hot… Kiba.” He gasped, feeling the clenching around the most sensitive part of himself as he slid in to the hilt. “Oh wait Babe… wait… fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.” He whimpered a little as Kiba rocked back. Then without warning, Kiba slammed himself back on Shikamaru once more. “Damn it! Damn IT, Kiba. I said stop!” He hissed and gripped tight onto the large man’s hips. “Fuck, you never listen.”



Whimpering, Shikamaru gave in and began to rock his cock in and out of Kiba’s body. Thrusting harder and faster, giving in to the demands of not only of his lover but of his own needs. The sound of sweat slick skin hitting skin mingled with the moans and whimpers of both men. Kiba’s cries grew louder and louder as he neared the edge of his control.



“Shika, Shika, fuck Baby… baby I’m gonna come. I can’t wait… I’m gonna come.” It was all the warning Shikamaru had before the vice like grip took control and stilled him. Bent in half with his forehead pressed to the small of Kiba’s back, his cock was milked over and over by the gripping muscles.



As the shaking beneath him subsided, Shikamaru groaned and began pounding harder and harder into the grasping hole of his lover. Driving in and out, panting and seeking his own end and in a few short minutes he found it. He came, screaming Kiba’s name before slumping over the prone form of the Inuzuka. “I love you.” Shikamaru whispered, sighing when Kiba rolled over and wrapped strong arms around his shoulders, letting Shikamaru rest his head over his still fluttering heart.



“Hmmhmm, I love you too Shika. I missed you.” Kiba whispered, relaxing once more.





“Move in.” Shikamaru felt Kiba tense and for a moment he worried. But when Kiba relaxed again he sighed and smiled.



“Yeah, yeah I’m moving in. We’ll break it to my mom tomorrow. Let’s sleep now.” The tattooed man grinned, nuzzling the soft long air of his partner and inhaling deeply the scent he loved so much.