"O-onegai." The hoarse, raspy voice begged.
Reluctantly, Shikamaru lifted his shaking hands and formed the hand seals, his eyes pointedly staring at the ground. As much as he'd like to say he was calm, he wasn't. For once.
How could he be?
A cloud of white smoke masked his appearance for a brief moment - and then it vanished.
Wait, why did I do this -
Before he could think clearly, before he could figure that out, Naruto had already rammed his lips on to Shikamaru's, his tongue pushing in furiously, searching, searching for something that didn't exist anymore.
Something – no, someone. Sasuke.
In the next moment, Shikamaru's clothes were entirely ripped off by a pair of wild hands; nails leaving scratches behind on unnaturally pale skin. He felt like he was being claimed, like he was being marked as one of Naruto's possessions.
Only that Shikamaru wasn't the person Naruto was trying to own.
He felt his body tense as the blonde bit down on his neck - viciously, like a fox killing its prey. But his arms lay limp on both sides, even though he stumbled backwards from the force.
He didn't respond to Naruto. He couldn't. Not as him. He couldn't.
When Naruto's mouth moved to his chest - teeth scraping his skin - he groaned, but only because it hurt.
Shikamaru couldn't even tell which hurt more - the burning marks that Naruto had left on his skin, or the ache in his heart.
The last thing he saw before his eyes fell close - he couldn't bear to see himself as Sasuke any longer - was Naruto's tear-stained, whiskered cheeks.