One Night Stand
For KarinUzumaki. They were both stone drunk, but maybe this one night, they could pretend. Naruto could pretend that Gaara wasn't Kazekage, and he could pretend that Ino was still alive. ShikaNaru Yaoi Lemon Implied GaaNaru and ShikaIno
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It had started out as a simple night at the bar, two friends sitting down and sharing a drink half-heartedly, attempting to drown their woes in sake and laughter. The bar was crowded, reeking of sweat, alcohol, and the bitter vomit of someone who had too much to drink. It was a ninja bar, crowded with people of various rank, Jounin, Chuunin, and even a couple newly graduated Genin. Old enough to kill, old enough to drink was the saying of many regulars and no one protested the young ninjas' presence.
The two of them had drank and shared stories, laughed when one of them said something funny and were silent when the tale grew grim, but for all of his genius, Shikamaru wasn't sure how it had escalated to this.
Naruto's slim, tanned body writhed beneath him, panting and flushed from sake and sex. The blonde moaned loudly when Shikamaru thrust particularly hard, a name falling heatedly from parted, pink lips.
"G-Gaara!"
Shikamaru didn't register the name in his drunken state. To him, it was as if Ino was squirming and gasping beneath him instead, screaming his name at the top of her strong lungs. Honey-yellow hair framed a heart-shaped face, beaded with sweat, spine arching to an impossible degree. Firm, slender legs flung themselves around his waist and Shikamaru leaned down, placing soft kisses on the other man's jaw.
"Ino-chan… I missed you Ino-chan." He murmured.
Naruto arched into the touch. "Gaara… oh, Gaara, I love you so much, Gaara."
It was a lie, a simple game of pretend between two pained souls. Deep in the back of his mind, Shikamaru knew that it was just a one-night stand. It was unlikely that either of them would remember in the morning, the only signs being a pair of naked bodies and a stain on pure, white sheets, and even if one of them did remember, no sort of relationship would come of it.
Yet the brunette relished in the moment, even if the thought of being with another man was revolting when he was sober. For tonight, he could love and pretend that Ino hadn't died. Naruto could dream and imagine that Gaara was with him instead of being burdened by his Kazekage duties.
When they came, they did it together; screaming the names of the people fate forced them to be separated from. Their moments together were a fleeting dream, a short time of sanctuary in the hell their lives had twisted into.
He collapsed beside the blonde boy, panting as the effects of the sake slowly began to wear off. Naruto was already slipping off into slumber, his breathing gradually slowing. The brown-haired boy was awake for only a few moments longer, staring up at the ceiling without really seeing anything.
A game of pretend.
End