Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, so I'm not making any money from writing this fic...
Warnings: Allusions to drugs, heavy shounen ai, AU-ish.
Notes: This prompt was from Saku for "The Drabble Wars": Shikamaru/(whoever you like)- On the club's dance floor "I'm about to turn up the heat, I'm here for your entertainment."
"Inferno"
WC- 258
Written: 8/21/11
Edited: 8/22/11
Shikamaru's POV
He slid down my body. It was some kind of hypnosis. Heady and sweaty, provocative and burning. Taking the breath from my lungs. I've never quite had the urge to move like this...in this way that leaves me weightless and guilty and swaying. A willow tree drugged on the high of being alive, gasping for its mere existence, feeling itself down to its tiniest cell...
Only I could move.
I couldn't even hear the pounding beat anymore or even register the mass of bodies around me, pressing, aching to be. To just be.
It was the lure of freedom that drew us all here. Freedom was an aphrodisiac and hallucinogen all in one. It was the thing that made you see water in the desert when it was a mirage... the hope that your thirst would be quenched—after your body's ached for even the tiniest of drops, for days and days—spurring you onward. It didn't matter if that water was an illusion—it didn't matter if you knew it wasn't real either.
Freedom drew him here too.
My hands clutched at blonde locks as I dragged him up my body. His blue gaze piercing straight through me.
We were riding on the edge of an inferno.
"Shikamaru?" He tilts his head in the darkness.
"Shh, Naruto..." I smashed my lips against his, our eyes closed, my hands still in his hair.
This... this was better than gazing at the clouds because you can forget yourself on the dance floor, too.
You can let go and live. In someone else.
Owari