The Rest of Our Days

Asuma x Chouji ; Asuma x Kurenai, unrequited

Drama/Romance

Summary: Chouji has been learning how to play shogi by himself so he could finally take on Shikamaru and not look like an idiot, crumbling in a few moves like he usually did. Unfortunately, the lazy genius doesn't show up, so Asuma and Chouji play. The game is soon forgotten a long while after Asuma decides to take it inside. AsuChou

A/N: Any suggestions on portraying Asuma correctly if I haven't done so too well readers?

Chouji sighed as he sat on Asuma's porch near the man who was setting up the koma, waiting for Shikamaru to arrive. He, too, was waiting for Shikamaru. Strangely, he wasn't here yet.

Asuma looked over at Chouji for a moment before turning back to the shoji-ban to see if all of the koma were in place. When he saw that they were, he took a drag from his cigarette and wiped his sweaty brow. Today had to be the hottest day on earth!!

"Asuma-sensei, do-do you want to play shoji?" the redhead asked, running a hand through his long. straight dark orange colored haired as his Brandeis blue eyes looked over at the older male. Why had he worn his mission uniform today? It was so hot!

"You play shogi Chouji?" Asuma asked, arching a dark brow as he took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling some smoke from his mouth. Maybe I'll win this time, he thought. Chouji usually crumbled in a few moves when he played with Shikamaru, so his chances of winning were greater, thankfully. Chouji was no Shikamaru, but he felt like winning against Chouji would be good. It's not like he had ever been able to beat the lazy genius anyway.

"Yeah," was the reply. The seventeen year old left out the part that he had never played with anyone except himself. He hadn't even tried to play Shikamaru until today, but the lazy genius just wasn't around. Taking the free seat across from Asuma, he smiled lightly when the man made his first move.

Fifty five minutes into the game, the bearded male was at a loss.

"Shit," Asuma said as he surveyed the koma on the shoji-ban. Chouji was a better player than he was! What in the hell was going on? He was on his fourth cigarette today, sweating like a pig as the sun's heat suffocated the pair as they sat under the shade of his porch.

Chouji chuckled when his sensei cursed, rubbing his nose just a bit. A sigh escaped him as he wiped his brow and tied his long, dark orange hair that was sticking to his neck because of the sweat that was pouring out of him into a ponytail. "Having trouble, Sensei?" he asked as a droplet of sweat left his right brow, falling down the side of his face onto his jaw before skipping down his neck, disappearing into his crimson shirt.

Asuma had looked up at his student when he had heard those words, frowning and was about to reply when his brown eyes locked on that single droplet of salty moisture that just so happened to be sliding down Chouji's pale skin in a very alluring manner. Was the heat getting to him? He wasn't supposed to be looking at Chouji like he was. It was wrong and yet… Kurenai, he thought, swallowing watching as the teen's full pink lips split into a grin. Did Chouji know what he, Asuma, was doing?

She wasn't here anymore. She was gone, dead. She couldn't be the rock that held him together anymore.

"How about we continue this game inside, eh Chouji?" he asked, standing up with a stretch. He wondered faintly if Shikamaru hadn't come to play Shogi on purpose. He didn't know what he was going to do to his student when they went inside to continue playing, but he would do something.

"Okay," was the reply as the teen stood, lifting the shogi-ban with ease slowly. It wouldn't do if the koma fell.

Grabbing the chairs, Asuma walked towards his door, opening it and stepped inside first. Setting the chairs down near the couch, he held the door open for Chouji who walked inside quietly. When the teen set the shoji-ban down, he couldn't help looking at the other's ass. Closing his brown eyes, he took a long drag on his cigarette and hoped that it was just the heat getting to him. If things kept going the way they were, Asuma's bed wouldn't be very empty for too much longer. Expelling the smoke from his nose, he opened his eyes again to see Chouji sitting on one of his tatami mats of the living room waiting for him to end his turn.

Sitting down on the opposite tatami mat on the other side of the board across from the teen after having closed the door, Asuma looked at the shoji-ban again and scowled. It was the same as before. Chouji still had more pieces in his komadai that he did. Maybe he could cheat a little…? He waved his hand, signaling for Chouji to go, beginning to talk when the teen did.

"You should take your armor off, Chouji," he said. "It's not good to wear all of that thick clothing in heat like this. I'm surprised you haven't fainted yet." Why in the hell had he said that?! The last thing I need is a half naked teen in my house, he thought. Kami-sama please let him be unappealing under that armor! Unfortunately, a perverted part of him wanted to see what was under all of that armor. Obviously, Chouji was going to be different from Kurenai… He stared down at the shoji-ban, burning holes into it.

Chouji sighed with a smile, glad to take of the clothing as he took off his breastplate first and set it down near the table before standing up to unzip his shirt. He then pulled it off, leaving himself in his black uniform pants, black arm guards and black sandals. Glancing at Asuma for a moment, he pulled off his sandals and pants. It was too hot to even keep those on!! His cheeks heated as he sat down again, his entire self exposed to his sensei. He felt embarrassed to say the least.

Asuma looked from the shoji-ban and stared. Chouji wasn't as big as he looked to be when he had on his armor. He was actually pretty athletic looking. He was clearly out-shined by Kurenai who had been sexy.

Chouji had an athletic build that seemed to have built up some muscle in the arm and stomach area. His skin was pale and smooth looking, being blemished by one few thin scars that stood out against the skin. The teen's entire body seemed to be proportioned perfectly. His brown eyes took in Chouji's sort of narrow shoulders that looked small in comparison to his own broad tanned ones. His eyes then flickered to his pink nipples that were perked, which was strange because it was hot.

He's just…beautiful, he thought. What the hell am I thinking? I've never said anything like that to Kurenai. Taking on last drag on his cigarette, he was about to take out another when Chouji's voice stopped him short.

"Asuma-sensei," Chouji said, his cheeks still pink as he looked at the shoji-ban once he was finished calculating and dishing out his latest move.

"Yeah?" Asuma replied as he eyes left the teen's nipples, his member half erect because of his staring. Is he just as sensitive?

"Maybe you should take off your jonin flak jacket," Chouji said, looking a bit worried as he stared at the tanned man. "You're sweating quite a bit and also, ōte."

Blinking, Asuma decided that taking off his flak jacket wouldn't hurt, so he did. Well, he did feel a bit cooler now. "Hmm…ōte…What?!" Looking at the shoji-ban with a shocked expression on his face, he groaned and pulled out another cigarette. "Oh no…!!" He quickly made moved a koma, frowning.

Chouji chuckled again and glanced at Asuma, his cheeks flushing a lot more when his Brandeis blue eyes roamed from his sensei's muscular chest to his abdominals very slowly, taking it all in as though it was a piece of art that needed to be gazed at and appreciated to the fullest extent. The black mesh shirt the man wore did not help in the least.

Asuma didn't miss the look and swallowed hard when he felt Chouji's eyes on him. Stop looking at me kid, he thought. You don't know what you're doing. Glancing at the teen, his brows furrowed for a moment before his eyes widened. Did I say that aloud? ...Of course I did!

"A-Asuma-sensei, what do you mean by that?" the redhead asked, swallowing.

"Maybe we should finish this game later," Asuma muttered as he put his cigarette out on the sole on his sandal and deposited into his pocket before starting to crawl over to Chouji, a suggestive gleam in his brown eyes.

"Uh…um…Tsu-Tsumi," Chouji replied as he quickly made the winning move, capturing Asuma's king, beginning to scoot backwards when Asuma began to enter his personal space. His cheeks turned bright red when his sensei cornered him underneath one of the open windows behind him. "A-Asuma-sensei?"

"Ever slept with a man Chouji?" he asked, straddling the younger male and while he thanked Kami-sama for the high windows, he pinning the teen's arms above his head, smirking.

"N-No," was the reply. The teen met his eyes shyly. His Brandeis blue eyes widened when thin tanned lips claimed his full pink ones. His heart pounded in his chest as he began to melt into the kiss, applying a small amount of pressure to it.

Asuma soon began to deepen the kiss by licking the younger male's lower lip and when those soft lips parted, he began to explore the hot tavern that was Chouji's mouth. He tasted of a certain spice that he couldn't be sure he knew which one it was at the moment for the kiss left him dizzy and addicted. His own heart pounded in his chest as he sat there straddling the teen. What was the feeling that began to flutter in his stomach.

A/N: That's it for now. Stay tuned for more from the first AsuCho story!!

Shoji-ban- shoji board

Koma- shoji pieces

Shoji- Japanese chess

Komadai- a small wooden stand or plastic tray were captured koma are placed; each player has one.

Tsumi- checkmate

ōte- check