AN: I don't own Naruto.
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Kurenai laughed. Her laugh was bright and cheerful. It pleased Asuma to hear his angel's voice.
"Oh, stop it!" she said, covering her mouth to settle her chuckling.
"I'm serious, you should be a singer. You have a magnificent voice," he said, picking up his mug and taking a swig of a thick golden draft.
"You lie," she said, still chuckling. She lifted her own drink to her lips and sipped, smiling. She looked over her drink around the bar. It was pretty barren so they had been given control of the main television in the room. Kurenai noticed Asuma's favorite band was on TV and she sat her drink down, reaching across the table to lay her hand on his wrist. "Asuma, look," she said, pointing past him to the great TV behind them.
On the screen, Shikamaru Nara, the lead singer of the popular band 'Without a Reason, Beyond a Doubt' was belting out the lyrics to some deep song Kurenai never had the patience to grasp, though she enjoyed their melodies thoroughly.
Asuma turned his top half around to look at the big screen.
"Ooh! It's Shikamaru!" Asuma said, sounding just a bit over the top with his fandom.
Kurenai started giggling again and took another drink of her elixir.
"You sure you're straight?" she asked, a joke, obviously.
"Hey! I love only you," Asuma said, taking her hand. "But, damn, that kid is hot!"
Kurenai laughed again and held Asuma's hand.
"You are crushing so hard on that kid," she said. There was a pause and Asuma looked embarrassed, taking another drink. "I think it's cute," Kurenai said.
Both turned their attention back to the screen and watched and listened as Shikamaru sang the last lines of the song.
"Her slippers laced up and not a hair out of place on her head... She clutched the red ribbon tightly in her hand, so still one would think she was dead..." Shikamaru's voice died out into a roar of applause from the audience. The music died down to and the roar became louder. "Hey guys! That's it for tonight! You can catch us next week at our special concert for the protection of wildlife in the Kasugano area of Nara park. You can also donate to many foundations for the protection of wildlife and endangered species by visiting our website; WithoutAReasonBeyondADoubt dot com. That's all one word. We're Without a Reason and Beyond a Doubt! Thank you and good night!" Shikamaru said, waving to the crowd and walking from the stage.
Kiba Inuzuka, another band member, the guitarist waved excitedly as the camera moved back towards the MC for the event.
Off stage, where the cameras couldn't see, much to Asuma's dismay, the members of the band with portable instruments carried them and sat them down against the wall when Hana, the band's hired on wardrobe manager, called out to them.
"Hey guys! Congratulations on another great show!" she said, handing Shikamaru a martini, and Kiba a cold beer, even though she had fabrics draped over her arms and a tape measure around her neck.
Shikamaru took in the bright green color of his drink and smiled. He put his lips on the rim of the martini glass and tipped it up. The cool liquid slipped between his lips and he savored the taste.
"Oooh, yes," Shikamaru hissed in appreciation. "Apple, the bitter kind." Shikamaru's lips curled up in a smirk. "You have good taste, Hana."
She bowed to him. "Thanks, Shikamaru," she said with a smile.
While this exchange had occurred, Kiba opened his beer, enjoying the sound of the breaking metal and the fizzling of carbon escaping the can. He chugged half of it. He would have chugged all of it if it hadn't been for Shino's grunt.
Shikamaru took his martini in one hand and Chouji's arm in the other, leading his band's drummer off to their own personal dressing room.
Once in the surprisingly lavish room, lit by only the horrid yellowy light bulbs above the mirror, Shikamaru sat his martini on the vanity and pulled Chouji into a fierce kiss.
Shikamaru pressed his tongue into Chouji's mouth and Chouji moaned at the bitter taste of the martini. Chouji fought back with an equally fervent kiss, running the under side of his tongue over Shikamaru's bottom row of teeth.
Shikamaru bit down lightly on his lover's tongue, making the other whine. Chouji pressed his leg between Shikamaru's, making the other open his mouth, barely keeping their lips connected, even though their tongues stayed intertwined.
"Geez, guys, get a room," the two heard from the doorway, followed by a dry chuckle.
"Kankuro," Shikamaru regarded the other. "We have a room, you just happen to be in it," Shikamaru said, bracing himself on the vanity with one hand, looking for his martini with the other.
"Yeah, well, I just need to find something and then I'll be out of your hair."
Kankuro, who was the band's keyboard/synthesizer player, set to rummaging through a bag he'd left in this dressing room. He pulled out an item that looked like a miniature briefcase and exited the room.
Outside the room, on his way to the bathroom, he passed Kiba, who was currently looking for his older sister to have her repair a tear in his green jean vest he was wearing.
Kiba found Hana, who was currently being talked to by a girl of slightly shorter stature in an apron that had powders of all different colors smudged all over it. The girl was smiling happily and her hair was pulled back out of her face in four hurried-looking blonde ponytails and she smiled happily as she chatted with the older female, a slight blush on her face.
The girl was Temari, the band's main make-up artist.
Already knowing the girl had a crush on his older sister, through the grape-vine -- i.e. Shikamaru, he'd decided to leave his sibling and the powder-covered girl alone to flirt in peace.
Kiba went back to his shared dressing room with Shino, the band's bassist, and was surprised not to find the other in there.
With a small pout, he looked around once more to make sure he hadn't missed the almost deadly-silent boy. When he was sure he hadn't missed the other, he took off his vest and lay it on his own vanity, making a mental note to ask his sister to repair it later.
Kiba rummaged through a bag and put a hoodie on over his fishnet shirt and headed outside through the back door, where he, unsurprised, found Shino leaning against a black metal railing on the edge of some three concrete steps smoking. The other had heard the door click and tensed.
"Shino!" Kiba cheered.
Shino turned around towards him with a subtle smile. Kiba reached out and took Shino's cigarette from his hand. Shino let the cigarette go, and both knew he would stop him if he wasn't ok with the action. Kiba put the filter to his lips and sucked, inhaling the pleasing poison deeply. Shino let out a barely audible chuckle through his slightly parted lips.
"What are you doing out here?" Shino asked.
Kiba blew out his smoke in the other's face and smiled, taking a hold of the railing, leaning in close to Shino.
"I came after you. Hana is too busy to fix my vest. I think Kankuro is doing bad things again," Kiba said and closed his eyes. "It feels so nice out here. It's surprisingly quiet." Shino slipped his arm around Kiba, though in more of a friendly gesture than a loving or flirtatious one. He placed his hand over Kiba's and slipped the cigarette out of the other's hand, taking it back, bringing it to his own lips and taking a drag.
"Mmm..." Shino hummed to himself, looking off into the sky, watching the smoke that fell and flowed from his mouth, billow up and around the moon, a three-quarters moon.
"Hey! I think we should get everyone together and celebrate another good show at the local bar, what do you think?" Kiba asked, excitedly. His large, innocent eyes sparkled in the light of the moon and the light by the door.
Shino let another almost-imaginary smile grace his lips as he looked down at the shorter male.
"I think that's a good idea," Shino said, flicking his cigarette out into the darkness, somewhere where the light from the door didn't reach, nor did that of the moon, as bright as it may be.
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"Hey guys, we're a--" Temari stopped herself as she noticed the boys against the vanity, sharing a martini, free hands up each other's shirts, pinching nipples and groping chests. "Knock it off or else I'll get out my camera!" she said.
Knowing it wasn't an empty threat, as she had done it before, the two lovers reluctantly pried themselves off of each other.
"Gather yourselves up, we're about to go back to the hotel. Get personal items and meet me at the limo in ten minutes!" she cheered in a nearly fangirlish manner.
As soon as she had left, the boys straightened their clothes and Shikamaru finished off the last few drops of his martini and sat the empty glass on the vanity for someone else to clean up. He searched his pocket and put a ten dollar bill under the glass, a small treat for whoever was cleaning up their mess.
Giving his boyfriend one last kiss for the time being, the two grabbed their own small bags with their most personal items in them and left the room.
They soon caught up with the Inuzuka siblings, Shino and Temari. Kiba was smiling as Hana was sewing up his vest.
"You're so amazing, Hana!" Temari said with a smile and a slight blush.
"Yeah, really, thanks Sis!" Kiba said as he watched her stitch up the vest.
"No problem Kiba," she said, handing her little brother the vest. She pinched his cheek and then kissed the top of his head.
"How about me, too?" Temari asked excitedly.
Hana chuckled and ruffled Temari's hair, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. The blonde nearly swooned from excitement. In her eyes, Hana was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Hey, Hana, does the band have any plans as a whole tonight?" Shikamaru asked, his hands in his pockets, Chouji following behind him.
"Well," Hana said, turning to Shikamaru, though the group continued walking. "Kiba and Shino thought it would be lovely if we all went out to the local bar and got plastered," she said with a smile.
"Hell yeah!" Shikamaru said.
Everyone's attention was turned to the bathroom, clutching tightly his mini-briefcase. He tripped over his own feet and fell into Shino's arms.
Shino grunted and reluctantly caught the slightly shorter male. Kankuro looked up at him with a wry grin, his words almost untranslatable as he spoke.
"Shino..." Kankuro breathed, an angry undertone was detected. Everyone could sense the tension except Kiba, who looked clueless.
Everyone let out a heavy sigh of relief when an outrageously tall man with white hair of the same extremeness opened a door and scolded everyone.
"Come on, guys, the limo has been here for fifteen minutes." It was Jiraiya, the group's manager.
The girls followed Jiraiya briskly, then the happy couple and lastly was Shino, who was reluctantly holding a high out of his mind Kankuro, and Kiba who looked concerned.
Once outside, Kiba helped Shino get Kankuro into the limo, and they took off towards their hotel.
"You coming with us, Kanky?" Kiba asked the taller male who was sitting between him and Shino.
"Nah, sorry sweetie..." His words were unbearably slow and drawn out as though he had to contemplate every letter before pronouncing the word. Shino's skin prickled at Kankuro's casual use of the word 'sweetie'. "I'm going to hang out with Sasuke later," Kankuro said, leaning heavily on Kiba, who was trying to shrink away a bit.
Shino grabbed a hold of the other's sleeve and pulled him off of Kiba into an upright position.
All the others had their own conversations going as Shino tried to ignore Kankuro's advances on Kiba.
Once back at the hotel, Kiba and Shino were the first to spring out of the limo, and though a few camera flashes went off, they ignored them and went inside, already knowing where their room was.
The two sat up base in the room, Kiba flopping down on the bed with a happy grin, Shino went to the bathroom and washed his face, quickly replacing his glasses. After everyone was satisfied with their own respective rooms, they all met up in the lobby and headed out to the bar, sans Kankuro, of course.
On the ride there, Kiba looked out the window and stared with pursed lips.
"Something wrong?" Shino asked.
"Kankuro ditched us," Kiba said with a sigh as he exited the limo. Though his eyes instantly lit up the moment he saw the bar. He grabbed Shino's arm and ran in, the couple, the girls and their manager behind them.
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"Hey there," Kankuro said, his wry grin back on his face. Sasuke gave him a sly smile.
"Come in," he said, leaving the door open and walking to his bed. Kankuro slipped in and closed the door behind him, locking it.
Sasuke's kit was open on his bed, a needle already filled.
"You sure it's safe to leave your stuff lay open like that?" Kankuro asked as he watched Sasuke tie up his arm.
"Why not?" Sasuke asked. "I'm the only one in my band who does it. No one is going to take it," he said. Sasuke lifted the needle and pushed the plunger until a little liquid squirted from the tip. He pressed the needle into his vein and hissed, but soon, the sound died away. Sasuke moaned slightly as he pulled the needle from his skin and set it back in his container.
Kankuro prepared his own needle and injected himself for the second time that night.
Both boys closed their kits and sat them on the bedside stand. They sat, staring at each other for a moment. Kankuro advanced on Sasuke, sitting on the other's lap, pulling off Sasuke's tie on his arm, pressing his lips to the other's. Then there came a knock at the door.
Sasuke broke the kiss and growled. He pushed Kankuro off of him and to the bed. Kankuro laid back, kicking off his shoes as Sasuke answered the door.
"Neji," Sasuke greeted.
"Sasuke, I wa--" The moment Neji noticed Kankuro, he turned away. "Nevermind, sorry for bothering you." Neji flipped his hair as he walked away.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow for a moment and then shut the door, re-locking it. Sasuke slinked back over to Kankuro and climbed on top of him. Both boys ground against each other and kissed, groaning at the vibrant sensations of their drug-induced reality.
Neji went to bug his other band mates, being steamed from the realization that Sasuke was fooling around with a member of a rival band.
Neji gently pushed open the door to Itachi and Deidara's room, but as soon as he saw the two on the floor, both shirtless, a string of mumbled curses springing forth from the boys who were rolling around on the floor. Neji knew this was their form of fore-play, so he decided to leave the two alone.
His last option was Gaara. He went to the other's room and found him with a drink in his hand, it looked like some kind of coffee-liquor and a book in the other.
Gaara looked up at him as he walked in. Neji sighed.
"You're busy too," he said.
"Something wrong?" Gaara asked.
"No, I guess not," Neji said. "Where's the staff?"
"They went out to dinner together," Gaara said and turned the page in his book.
"Of course, Hinata doesn't drink," Neji said with a sigh.
"Your other cousin is with them," Gaara said.
"Oh, lovely." Neji just loved the thought of his other cousin, Tenten, by marriage or some other bullshit reason, being with Hinata. That girl was a big influence on her.
"I think I'm going to go out and get wasted," Neji said.
"Alright. Have fun, be careful," Gaara said, taking another sip of his drink and turning the page.
"Yeah, ok," Neji said and walked out of the room, not even bothering to get dressed up, he went out in his black zip-up hoodie and jeans, a purple T-shirt under it.
Neji was pissed. He stormed out of the hotel and walked briskly down the street. He was in the mood to pick a fight. It didn't help much when two thugs walked up behind him.
"Don't even think about it," he said, feeling them loom over him.
"We won't if you fork up the dough," one of them said.
"Fuck off," Neji said and started walking again.
The two thugs stood shocked for a moment and then chased after him. One grabbed his arm and spun him around. Neji landed a solid blow to the ugly man's right cheek bone before he could even get a word out.
"I said fuck off," Neji reiterated and turned around walking off once more. With an irritated sigh, Neji stopped at a bar and went in.
Neji's night became slightly better when he saw his friend Chouji sitting at a table. Neji approached the other's and Chouji beamed at him.
"Neji! Come join us!" Chouji cheered with a smile.
The corners of Neji's mouth twisted up. He could always count on Chouji to be happy to see him. He sat down beside Chouji and smiled as Chouji called a waitress over and ordered him a drink.
Shikamaru was irritated by Chouji's sudden interest in someone beside him.
"Choujiiii..." Shikamaru whined.
"What?" Chouji asked, turning toward his boyfriend.
"Pay attention to meee!" Shikamaru whined, and wrapped his arms around Chouji.
"Alright, alright," Chouji said, wrapping his arms around Shikamaru. He pressed his lips to the other's and smiled into the kiss.
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Elsewhere, Kankuro arched his back off the bed almost painfully as Sasuke rode him.
"Sasuke..." Kankuro moaned as the other bit and tugged at the skin of his neck. "Oh, god..."
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An hour or so later, when it was about one in the morning, Shikamaru and Chouji stumbled back into their room, tripping over their own feet. Shikamaru barely got the door locked before Chouji pushed him back against it, pressing his lips to the other's in a sloppy kiss. Shikamaru groaned. He bit Chouji's lip and searched for the bottom of his lover's shirt. When he found it, he broke the kiss. He pulled Chouji's shirt off and dropped it to the floor.
"Chou-kun..." Shikamaru whispered, reaching up and gripping Chouji's chest.
Shikamaru's lips parted and he moaned. Chouji reached down into the waistband of Shikamaru's pants, teasing the other with his fingertips. Shikamaru let go of Chouji's chest and brought his hands down to his own pants and unbuttoned them, struggling to get them off as Chouji watched with an amused chuckle.
Shikamaru slipped from Chouji's grip and slid against the door to his knees and set his small, drunken fingers to working at unbuttoning Chouji's pants. It was unbearably hot and something was eating at Shikamaru's entire being. He needed Chouji, he needed him hard and fast and now.
It was seeming to take forever to get Chouji's blasted pants off.
When he finally freed his lover's erection, he greedily took Chouji's engorged cock into his mouth and sucked damn near violently.
Chouji couldn't control his bucking hips. He grabbed Shikamaru's ponytail and forced the other to deepthroat him. Shikamaru whimpered loudly around the huge organ throbbing in his throat.
"Shikaroo..." Chouji moaned. "Fuck..." Chouji whispered breathlessly.
He felt his orgasm drawing near and, not wanting to cum just yet, Chouji pulled out of Shikamaru's mouth. He dropped to his knees in front of Shikamaru. He pressed his lips to the other's and opened his mouth, forcing his tongue back into his lover's mouth. His sloppy lips wandered from Shikamaru's mouth down to his neck and collarbone, the one receiving the kisses moaning and writhing the whole time.
Shikamaru screamed out when Chouji took one of his nipples into his mouth.
"Oh god! Chouji!" Shikamaru screamed. "Fuck! Bed! Now!" was all Shikamaru could say.
It made it's way through Chouji's alcohol-fuddled brain and he picked up Shikamaru, taking him over to the bed and dropping him, pulling off the other's shirt.
Somewhere in the back of their minds, they heard the shirt tear, but neither cared. All they wanted was each other.
Chouji stalled for a second and Shikamaru whined.
"Lube..." Chouji groaned as Shikamaru took his cock in his hand and began to pump the thick organ. With his other hand, Shikamaru reached over to the bedside stand, knocking the phone off the table, and eventually, opening the drawer, grabbing a tube of lotion. He handed it to Chouji, who took it, though shivering from the feeling of his lover's hands stroking his heated flesh.
"Chouji... hurry..." Shikamaru whined, spreading his legs.
Chouji groaned and uncapped the lotion. He squeezed the tube a bit too hard, not only getting lotion on his fingers, but all over Shikamaru's stomach, too. When Chouji looked down he moaned and closed his eyes.
The lotion made it look like Shikamaru had already cum all over himself.
"Choujiiiii..." Shikamaru whined, grabbing the lotion-covered hand, pulling it down towards his ass. "Fuck me..." he whined.
Chouji groaned and pressed his finger into Shikamaru, the digit sliding in surprisingly easy, though a second one proved much more difficult.
Shikamaru cried out as his tight anus was stretched.
Chouji waited a moment before adding a third finger.
"Chouji! Oh fuck, oh god...Oh, fuck..." Shikamaru couldn't say anything else.
Shikamaru nearly screamed his disapproval when Chouji removed his fingers.
Chouji lifted Shikamaru's hips with his greasy, lotion-coated fingers and pressed his cock against the slickened, stretched entrance of his lover.
The first thrust Chouji made went painfully in the wrong direction and Shikamaru hissed, but he soon righted himself and filled Shikamaru, who shouted his approval.
"Fuck, Chouji... God... Fuck..." Shikamaru said, gritting his teeth, wrapping his arms around Chouji.
Chouji pulled out and rammed back in. He changed up his angle and repeated the action until he found Shikamaru's prostate.
When he did, he hissed, as Shikamaru dug his nails into his back and pushed back against his boyfriend. The two bodies slapped against each other, crying and moaning and grunting.
"Chouji... I can't... can't... Gonna cum..." Shikamaru grunted.
"Just... one... fuck, I love you Shikamaru!" Chouji screamed as he came inside the other, grabbing and fisting Shikamaru's cock almost violently.
"Chouji!" Shikamaru cried out, closing his eyes tight, tears brimming at the corners as he came, all over himself and his boyfriend.
A few moments later, the two lay beside each other, panting as they came down from their unbearable high.
Chouji wrapped his arms around Shikamaru.
"We need... showers," Chouji said.
"We will... get one... later," Shikamaru responded, dozing off to his lover stroking his hair soothingly.
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"Shino?" Kiba asked, walking out onto the balcony with his friend, who was currently smoking. Shino turned to Kiba and held out his cigarette in offering. Kiba took it happily, took a drag and returned it.
"What's wrong?" Shino asked as Kiba moved in closer to him.
"I'm worried about Kankuro... He's not back yet," Kiba said, looking down from the balcony.
"He'll be fine," Shino said with a sigh.
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"Hana! You are so hot!" Temari said, grabbing the older woman's chest, earning a lighthearted chuckle in response.
"You're not bad looking yourself," Hana said, returning the favor, groping Temari's chest.
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"Kankuro..." Sasuke moaned, barely able to lift himself with his own arms, looking up at Kankuro, whispering his name again and again like a prayer.
"Stop that," Kankuro whispered, pulling Sasuke's body close to him. Sasuke grunted, reaching up to run his fingertips over Kankuro's cheek. His vision was blurring and he lost touch with reality, whispering the name one more time.
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AN: Well, this is the start of the new fanfic I have been wanting to start for a long time. This is my writings of an idea my friends and I plotted out in my sketchbook... today. We made a relationship chart... and there is not enough room for all the charecters and their relationships. Well, leave comments about what you think of it so far. Love y'all.
EN: Errors and mistakes don't make a happy editor-chan, no they don't. Anyway, this is a great fic so far... I luvrs it and by the reviews alot of others think so too. Yay reviews!