'Hanabi, if you don't start doing as I say, you won't get any stronger,' I said, gripping the bridge of my nose, willing the headache away.

'Shut up, I am stronger than you. Maybe I should teach you some moves,' she yelled with no particular reason.

I stood up, dusted of my pants and walked off, leaving Hanabi quite exasperated. 'Train on your own if you are so strong. I have better things to do.'

I got off the trainings ground and left for my own house, not on the Hyuuga's property anymore. I had moved in with Shikamaru a week ago and we've been having a lot of fun ever since. He had been out on a mission since yesterday and if he had timed it right, he should be home tonight. Maybe I should surprise him with something?

I waved at my uncle who was standing in his doorway, watching me leave. He looked rather angry with the deep frown on his face, but I really didn't care. He could just suck it and Hanabi could suck it too. He hadn't want me to leave, but he couldn't stop me. He was not my father and could not keep me caged down. Of course Shikamaru had been there when we asked and my uncle wouldn't yell at me in front of him. That would harm his name.

Of course in exchange I had to keep training Hanabi, but at least I lived with Shikamaru. I would survive the little brat.

I got home and immediately took a long shower, washing all of the stress and worries away. In this house I could relax, especially now that it is clean. It took some time to get all of the mold of the tiles, but I did it. After just retiling the whole shower, but nevermind that.

The whole apartment was now clean. No more dishes in the sink, no more leftovers in the bedroom and no more clothes throughout the whole apartment. The closet was filled with his clothes and I was sure everything in there had been washed, because I had done that myself. The dust was whipped off every object and the mirror reflected my image again. It even smelled better.

After I had on a fresh pair of clothes, I sat down on the couch and read a book. Everything was peaceful and quiet and

BONK BONK BONK

Someone was at the door. Who would be disturbing my day off? I wasn't meeting anybody today. I got off the couch and slowly made my way to the door. I took a peek through the peephole and a frown formed on my face. I opened the door and saw a very dirty and exhausting looking Shikamaru.

'You have a key. Why let me open the door?' I said annoyed.

He gave me a cocky smile. 'I wanted to see in what kind of mood you were. If you didn't open the door, you would be in a very bad mood. But you did, so I should be save.'

He pushed past me and got into the apartment. 'I'm taking a shower,' he called back, wiggling his eyebrows. I know he was inviting me in, but he was so dirty. He better cleaned up first, before I would even want to touch him.

'What do you want to eat?' I asked, ignoring the eyebrows.

He waved back, not really caring what he would eat at all. Well, that was easy. I would just cook some rice and fry some vegetables. I wasn't really in the mood for something difficult. The shower turned on and I started making dinner.

…

Shikamaru was lying on the couch, eyes closed, breath evened out. I was now sitting in a chair, reading my book. It was as silent as when Shikamaru had not been here. I loved it. We had already eaten and were now enjoying the evening together.

Suddenly he got up and walked over to me. He got down on his knees and started unbuttoning my pants. This I loved to. We never needed words, one would just start and the other went along with it. This time Shikamaru was eager, but I had already noticed that when he had just come home. My pants were on the ground before I had even noticed and he was now fumbling with the waistband from my boxers. He pulled them down and released my still soft dick. What? He hadn't done anything yet.

With one hand he started stroking my cock until it was hard and with the other he grabbed my book, laying it on the coffee table. Then he took of my shirt and had some trouble with the knot of my forehead protector. When he finally had it off, he softly put his fingers against my curse mark. I sucked in a deep breath, scared of the sudden kindness he was showing.

He let his hand fall down to my chest. His eyes searching mine for an answer. 'Calm down, I'm not doing anything wrong,' he whispered softly.

I relaxed a bit again, focusing my attention on his stroking. He was not doing anything wrong, just admiring the mark. Nothing was happening.

He engulfed my length, ripping a moan out of my throat. He was doing very right things. He sucked on the head and then slid down again, only to come back up again and suck the head. I loved it when he did this.

He stood up rather quickly and I whimpered at the cold my dick now felt. He started stripping in lightning speed and sat down on my lap. He leaned forward and captured my lips in a soft kiss. We never kissed, so he surprised me a bit. He had his eyes closed and moaned softly against my lips. I guess I should just enjoy this moment too, so I closed my eyes and granted his tongue entrance. With a groan he slid it inside and lazily let it slide through my wet cavern.

He laid his arms around my neck and leaned into my body, our chests now touching. My hand made its way down to our erections and grabbed them both. Stroking them in one hand at a very slow pace. We both moaned, the vibration tickling each other's tongues.

I pushed him away, breaking the kiss. He looked at me through half lidded eyes accusingly. I put three fingers in front of his face and he started sucking them immediately, but just as lazy as the kiss had been. When he was done and I took my fingers out of his mouth, he immediately kissed me again. We were doing this a lot today.

I let my hand glide over his spine to his buttcrack. He shuddered when I reached his puckered hole and touched it lightly. My other hand kept stroking the both of us. I slid in one finger, gaining a moan in my mouth.

Right after the first one I slid in the second, scissoring him and looking for a certain spot. Unfortunately for him I found it when the third finger was already in. He released my lips to let out a loud moan, but came right back down, giving me no time to breath at all. What was with him today?

I lifted him a bit, pulling my fingers out and placed him above me length. He stopped kissing me again and watched me.

'This is the first position we have ever done it in,' he whispered softly, nipping at my lips and then kiss them again. He was acting so weird, but I wouldn't let him change the mood.

I pushed him down in one fast stroke, tearing a scream from his lungs. He was just in a bit of pain, but soon enough he latched his lips onto mine again and gave me permission to start moving. I let him bounce on my lap, the slapping of skin echoing through the apartment. He pushed himself down hard, setting a faster pace. We were both moaning like crazy, but Shikamaru never ones let me release it. His mouth claiming every sound I made.

I needed even more friction, so thrust in faster. My pace becoming a bit erratic, but I didn't care. He felt so good and warm. My orgasm was building fast, but I wasn't so sure about Shikamaru. I grabbed his hardened length again and began stroking it fast. He moaned even louder, almost releasing me, almost.

I felt his balls tighten and his pulse became very noticeable in his length. With a few more moans and gasps he came hard, spraying all over my chest. He laid his head down on my shoulder and let me thrust in him a few more times, before I also released. I moaned softly, loving the fact I could also breath again.

I was waiting for his complained about being dirty again or me being still inside him, but it never came. Instead he whispered from behind my hair, 'I love you, Neji.'

My eyes widened in shock. This was what I had been afraid of. I didn't want love, I wanted sex. What did I have to do now?

Characters © Masashi Kishimoto