Circle
By Tione
Disclaimer: Yes, I own it, no matter how the real –, I mean old owners deny it.
A/N: This is a real drably piece, rated either high PG-13 or low R. Wouldn't leave me alone…
Warnings: Yaoi, threesome, NaruSasuShika with mentions NaruSasuShikaChoNeji, ShikaCho, NejiKiba
It was always Sasuke who was seme, it was always Naruto who was always uke and it was always Shikamaru who was right in between.
It was always Sasuke and Shikamaru who lay side by side. It was always their legs that intertwined and their hands that copied.
It was always Naruto who was sprawled across their respective stomachs. And it was always Naruto that complained after sex.
It was always Shikamaru that imitated Naruto when he would say, "You guys are so mean! Bastards! You didn't have to make it hurt so much!" and it was always the Uchiha that shook with silent laughter.
It was always Naruto that wondered why they were laughing and what they were laughing at.
But today wasn't an always because Naruto didn't start complaining.
"I like circles."
Had they been able to, the other two boys would have shot him odd looks. Very odd looks. Knowing that he would have received confused glances, he elaborated,
"In a circle, everything is connected and works together perfectly. I think that a circle is really made up of lots of little line segments and they've been melted together." He rolled over and made the two pillows he was sprawled across grunt as elbows and knees found themselves in other places…
"Yeah? I guess that could be true, dobe," Sasuke replied. The comment earned him a sharp jab to the stomach and he winced but didn't cry out. Shikamaru nodded his agreement.
"Yes! Hmm… maybe we could ask Chouji – you like him, don't you Shika? – and maybe Neji would be good. Kiba really recommended him!" He smiled brightly at the dumbfounded looks.
"What are you talking about?" Shikamaru drawled.
"Well, we need more people! That way, no one is always seme and stuff like that!"
"Oh," was his shocked reply.
Um, yeah. I don't really think that I like it. It was written on a whim, I suppose.