Time: 1 day before Honeymoon Consummation
Shikamaru would never get used this.
Walking down the cold hallways of the hideout, he followed Naruto and Hinata. He was a few paces behind, avoiding being drawn into one of their terrifying bouts of flirting that involved, unfortunately for Shikamaru, very detailed erotic fantasies that only seemed to escalate in their lewd nature. He had no idea how they could even go about discussing what perverted ideas they had recently come up with to enact upon his friends from the Hidden Leaf and the three girls who Shikamaru had trusted as his comrades and friends for an entire war along with countless missions.
But Shikamaru did his best to drown out their voices, but he still couldn't stop his eyes from perfectly reading their lips whenever they looked back at him from time to time. He couldn't believe that he was about to admit it, but Shikamaru was almost missing Sasuke's fabulous company.
The usually moody Uchiha had slunk off from the group as they returned to the hideout. With a villainous smirk stretching his lips, he left for one of the empty rooms that Naruto mentioned he had been renovating with the unconscious form of the Mizukage slung over his shoulder. Shikamaru didn't want to even begin to theorise as to what Sasuke was going to do to her.
He looked down at himself, remembering the brutality of the Uchiha. Rips in his robe retold the story of Sasuke's onslaught of monstrous attacks that Shikamaru was sure were aimed for him as well as the Mizukage. Shikamaru couldn't quite place it, but there was something about Sasuke that kept Shikamaru on edge. With Naruto, it was his famed unpredictability along with the crazed look in his eyes that scared Shikamaru. And the blind obedience that Hinata showed towards him worried Shikamaru as well, yet Shikamaru at least found himself glad that he could always count on that loyalty of hers.
"Is something wrong, Shikamaru?" a familiar voice asked, concerned.
He looked up to see Naruto and the Hinata both watching him curiously.
"Erm… no, I don't think so at least" he responded.
His confusion must have crept into his tone, because Naruto didn't seem to be satisfied with his answer, if his raised eyebrow was anything to go by. "So, what's with the frown?"
Shikamaru was taken aback. Bringing his fingers to his lips inquisitively, Shikamaru was surprised to feel the unmistakable shape of his lips curled downwards.
"It's nothing, I'm… just tired" he feigned a yawn.
Both of them didn't seem to be falling for his sub-par acting skills anytime soon. But they apparently didn't see the need to press the issue any further as they reverted to their previous conversation.
Delving back into his own thoughts, Shikamaru scrounged the depths of his mind for a reason to his previous expression. Sure, he wasn't in the most uplifting situation, being apart of the Akatsuki and technically against his old friends and family in the Hidden Leaf. But he still had managed to rationalise his choice, living with his decision. He felt his heart pang against his chest.
A distinct image popped into his head. Sandy blonde locks styled into bunches that framed an angelic face with a pearly smile. Diamonds shone above regal cheekbones and a sharp jawline. She had just one her consecutive game of Shogi against him, barely a few hours after he had taught her the rules.
Contorting his face, Shikamaru felt himself letting a silly grin break his serious demeanour. He couldn't help it, the thought of seeing her was enough to make his heart race.
"Well look at that, he can smile!" Hinata voice was like a rhythmic melody as it reverberated around the corridor, yet it still kept Shikamaru on edge. The two of them laughed whilst Shikamaru's lips curled downwards into a grimace whilst his pale cheeks took on a rosier shade as he turned away.
Thankfully for Shikamaru, he was offered a reprieve from the two's verbal torture by means of the corridor reaching a junction. He wasted no time splitting off from the couple and slinked towards his room.
As he felt his footsteps increase in frequency down the hallway, Shikamaru found his breathing changing. It was a miniscule difference but the familiar hitch in his breath was noticeable to him, joining the chewing of his bottom lip and the drumming of his fingertips against his clothed thigh.
He tried to ignore it; a sweet voice told him that he didn't need to give in the back of his head. Dropping his head, Shikamaru stared frustratingly at the stone beneath his feet. Slowly, he allowed his tapping hand to drift into his robe and into his pocket. Gingerly, he drew out the half-empty packet, holding it out in his palm. Without thinking, his thumb flipped the cardboard lid open, and he found his scratched lighter in his other hand. Soon after, smoke rose slowly from the tip of the cigarette held by his teeth as he puffed out his ashy breath. He continued along in silence for a few moments, sighing as the urge of his addiction finally began to subside.
"I don't think Temari would like what you're doing right now" a gentle voice rung in his ears, making him jump. Shikamaru turned around, his heart pounding in his ears and he fumbled to keep a hold of his cigarette.
Hinata didn't even attempt to stifle her giggling as she watched Shikamaru half-choke and half-growl at her. After Shikamaru finally recovered, he raised an eyebrow at the girl. "What are you doing here?" he spat.
She held a finger to her lips. "Well, the thing is, I almost forgot but I remember lending Temari something of mine before we left… so I was just coming to get it back"
Shikamaru stared at her blankly. He wracked his brain, struggling to think of anything that Hinata would have shared with Temari. It wasn't like the two girls had similar styles, in fact, it seemed like they couldn't have been more different to Shikamaru. Hinata was the short, gentle princess with a kind smile, whilst Temari was the tall, ruthless amazon with a cruel grin.
Not wanting to risk angering Hinata with his comparison, Shikamaru opted to simply shrug and continue walking. The soft sounds of Hinata's dainty footsteps followed. Their walk was quiet, not a word passed between the two. Peaceful humming accompanied their stroll through the stone hallways. Shikamaru found himself trying his best to focus on everything except the kunoichi beside him, counting the cracks in the cobble with every step.
Shikamaru couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a conversation alone with Hinata, it didn't help that she used to be almost mute in most social situations. But now, the new aura of confidence practically glowed off her porcelain skin. He had to admit, she was pretty intimidating now, especially with the intense, crazed look in her clear eyes.
"So…" Shikamaru stumbled through his thoughts, looking for a topic of conversation. "… how did you get on with the Mizukage's bodyguards?" he cringed as soon as the words came out of his mouth.
Her first response was a grin, a terrifying expression on the otherwise cute girl. "Well, now that you asked…" she reached into her robe, pulling something out of her back pocket. She held the object delicately between her finger and thumb, presenting it to Shikamaru. "It turned out very well, actually" her eyes lit up at Shikamaru's reaction.
His pace slowed as his eyes followed the glass container in her hand. What floated inside almost made Shikamaru choke. A single eye sat bobbing in the solution inside, the pupil almost completely masked by the intense colour, drowning in the sea of lavender. It didn't take too long for Shikamaru to piece together the dots, grimacing at the gruesome scenes that played out in the back of his mind. That was enough for Shikamaru to keep his thoughts to himself for the rest of their short journey.
Soon enough the two rogue shinobi found themselves at a banal-looking door. The only feature that stood out on the thick slab of wood was the rough marks etched at eye level spelling out half of its owner's name. Leaning against its incredible weight, it swung open with barely even a creak.
Shikamaru couldn't quite believe what he saw inside. Sat in the middle of the enormous centrepiece bed, was the golden-locked angel of all his dreams and fantasies. With her legs spread wide, Shikamaru could take in almost all of the glorious sight that was her body laid bare. Perfectly round breasts sat on her chest, constantly rising and falling in tune with her exasperated breaths. Her bronze skin shone with the beads of sweat pouring down her brow. Her eyes glittered like diamonds beneath her fluttering eyelids as her pearly white teeth sunk into the ruby flesh of her bottom lip. Her toned muscles twitched and spasmed with each of her throaty moans, her slender feet curled by the toes.
Next to him in the doorway, Hinata snickered.
It seemed Temari managed to pick up the small sound, as her eyes shot open, meeting Shikamaru's instantly. "Shi-Shikamaru?"
A small eternity passed as Temari registered her current situation, never breaking eye contact with Shikamaru. His focus was distracted, however, as his gaze travelled down Temari's body and landing between her legs. Well, it was more like what was currently between her legs. From where he stood, Shikamaru watched as a large, smooth bubble butt wagged from side to side. After seeing the familiar platinum strands, Shikamaru felt his chewed nails dig into his palm at the full comprehension of what he was witnessing.
"This… this isn't what it looks like!" she rushed to stand up, pressing on the shoulders of the girl between her legs, clambering off the bed and towards the pile of her clothes on the floor.
Shikamaru stood in silence, his gaze never leaving the spot where Temari had just been sat, focusing on the face of the girl who had turned towards the room's newest arrivals. Dazzling cerulean eyes shone when they regarded the identities of Shikamaru and Hinata. A small smile stretched her lips, almost like this situation was normal for her. She bowed her head slightly, seeing Hinata's grin.
The Hyuga switched her attention to Temari. "I don't think lying to Shikamaru is such a good idea right now, Temari" she tutted.
Temari glared, baring her teeth at Hinata. "What are you doing here, Hinata?" she hissed.
"Well, I came to get Ino since you've clearly taken a liking to her" Hinata teased the ex-Sand kunoichi. "Sakura is already helping Sasuke with the Mizukage and Tenten is welcoming my Naruto back, because she is a well-behaved girl who knows her place" she turned her attention to Ino.
The blonde almost jumped off the bed when she heard Hinata's tone. Shikamaru watched as Ino scrambled to Hinata's side. Down by his side, his hand reached towards his old comrade, but fell when she moved past him with her gaze set on the stone.
Hinata smirked. "I guess we'll be going now; don't want us intruding on all of Shikamaru's fun now do we?" she turned to walk away, Ino close behind her. But when she reached the door, Hinata stopped. "Oh, and Temari? Naruto suggested that we take a dip in the bath when we got back, so you're more than welcome to join us if you wish" she smiled innocently before slipping into the hallway and the door slammed shut.
Both Temari, now partially dressed, and Shikamaru stood in silence. They watched each other carefully. Shikamaru eyed every small, yet significant, movement of Temari's mostly bare body. Her toned chest expanded and decompressed in rhythm with her slight panting. Her dilated pupils flicked from meeting his gaze and the rest of his body, noticing the shivering of his fingers.
The blood pumping through Temari's body clouded her thoughts. In the foggy reaches of her mind, Hinata's activated her impressive imagination instinctually and the misty curtains parted to reveal a dreamy and nightmarish scene. Temari reclined against the edge of the enormous bath, mewling at the soft touches of Ino's dainty hands washing her abs with delicate care. Across from her, Naruto sat with his legs spread wide with Hinata nestled against his side, trailing her fingers over each of his scars longingly. And, in between his legs, Tenten scrubbed in between his muscled thighs, placing devoted kisses to the inside of his legs, coming ever closer to his crotch. His broad chest, packed with muscles, glistened in the bath's steam. Temari shivered under the dazzling cobalt of Naruto's gaze and she returned it with a lazy grin, her eyes flitting from his chiselled pectorals to the enormous mounds of flesh that were pressed against him as Hinata clung tightly to her lover's strong arm.
Whilst one of his large paws groped her bountiful ass cheeks beneath the water's surface, the other petted the cinnamon locks between his legs, enjoying the soft moans that Tenten let out in her submissive pleasure. Watching him, Temari decided to compete. Her strong arm snaked around Ino, drawing the girl into her lap. Ino squealed as Temari took a firm grasp of her huge breasts, harshly squeezing her soft flesh and smirking as it spilled out in between her slender fingers. Leaning forward, Temari smirked at her audience, sinking her teeth into Ino's sensitive ear as she writhed against Temari in response, her voluptuous ass rubbing against the rough skin of Temari's abs. In between his legs, the bulbous head of his cock broke the surface as he eye-fucked Temari as she groped and teased Ino.
The steam seemed to cloud her vision, covering the majority of her vision until she couldn't even see Ino's blonde locks under the blanket of mist. When it finally dissipated, Temari bore witness to her dreams acting true to their lucid nature. Now, Temari found herself in a more familiar place. A soft bed that she recognised as her own for the past week. At the edge of the bed, a shadowy figure sat with its back turned to her. In the dim light of the room, Temari could just about make out the dark hair tied up high on the back of his head, giving away his identity. She tried to sit up, but a sharp force stopped her from lifting her head any further and the sound of rattling metal rung in her ears. Glancing down, Temari saw the shine of the metal chain that stretched from Shikamaru's enclosed hand. But what made Temari's eyes widen, was the location of the other end of the chain. Leading towards her, the chain strained as Temari craned her neck to gain a view of its destination. And around her throat, she found it. Fastened to the chain, a golden ring connected the links to the snug velvet choker that lived up to its name. A sharp tug on the metallic length pulled Temari's cheek against the cushioned mattress. Struggling to lift her head, Temari managed to see the clenched fist around the other end of the chain, giving her a silent order.
On her hands and knees, she crawled towards him, the chain beginning to slacken as she came closer. When she reached him, she nuzzled his shoulder, receiving a mischievous smirk from him. The stud in his earlobe caught the torchlight, glinting in the darkness as Temari stared reverently at Shikamaru. Without thinking, Temari grasped his hand with both of her own, pulling it towards her core with a pleading pout. But as soon as she managed to bring his knuckles to her throbbing clit, he denied her. She whined, again reaching for his hand in vain. Temari couldn't understand why she was acting like this. She was Temari of the Sand, the girl known as the 'Cruellest Kunoichi'. But now, here she was, collared and kneeling for Shikamaru. Deep down, her powerful nature trembled excitedly at her current position, under the control of her chosen master.
"Temari?" an irritated voice snapped her out of her daydreams. Shikamaru was staring at her with narrowed eyes. She shivered a little under his unwavering gaze.
"Shikamaru, please, that wasn't what i—"
"That wasn't what it looked like?" he cut her off. "So that wasn't you sat there naked with Ino in between your legs?" he asked, watching the words die in her throat. Her head dropped, so he continued to press on. "Why, Temari?" his angered tone fractured for a moment, revealing his concerns.
Temari looked into his eyes, heartbroken at the unflinching stare that she was returned. In the corner of her vision, Shikamaru's piercing flashed. Her jaw clenched and she felt her blood rush in her ears, deafening her. Temari became blinded by a wave of red and she could vaguely make out the sound of Shikamaru's voice, but her thoughts were too loud inside her head. Images of Shikamaru growing up flooded her mind. Scenes of Shikamaru, in his chunin vest, laughing and smiling as he enjoyed himself in a restaurant with his teammates. And the last pictures showed Shikamaru supported by his two comrades as he held back tears, overlooking a gravestone. Temari recognised the vision instantly and her heart panged as she remembered how she couldn't have been there to comfort Shikamaru. And in her place, was the beautiful blonde who cried for him, the matching piercings in her ears representing their close relationship. Temari wanted to be there, instead of Ino.
"Why does she get to be closer to you?" Temari wailed. Her volume jolted her out of her thoughts, and it took a moment for Temari to comprehend her situation.
Pressed against the wall, Shikamaru's collar was tightly gripped by Temari's balled fists, choking him as Temari's knuckles pressed against the stone wall. His wide eyes were met with sharp diamonds and bared fangs.
"Temari?"
Upon hearing the concerned quivering of his voice, Temari shoved him against the wall once more, releasing her grip to express her emotions with her hands.
"It's not fair! You left me here with her!" Temari screamed.
Shikamaru watched on with a mask of horror, taken aback by Temari's outburst. But in the back of his mind, Shikamaru felt an incredible frustration begin to build.
"It's not fair?" he asked. "That doesn't mean you can just go and sleep with Ino" he continued, not giving her a chance to answer.
He recoiled when he saw the frighteningly insane glint in her eyes.
"It wasn't just Ino! I fucked Sakura and Tenten too! And all three of those slutty friends of yours deserved it!" she cackled.
Shocked, Shikamaru took a step towards her, reaching out warily. "Temari? This isn't like you, talk to me, please!" he pleaded.
When his worried voice reached her ears, Temari understood the reality of her crass words. Her shoulders dropped. In the corners of her vision, tears began to amass, but she was never going to let them burst free. She stumbled backwards, terrified of the concerned look on Shikamaru's face, his caring gestures tugging at her heart. When the back of her legs came into contact with the edge of the bed, she buckled. Miserably, she sat on the edge of the bed, her head down and averting her gaze from Shikamaru.
She flinched when she felt a soft touch brush against her hair, but she slowly gave in to the comforting strokes along her blonde locks, leaning into his shoulder as he placed himself next to her on the bed.
Shikamaru was surprised at how well he was conducting himself, considering how Temari was dressed. With only a lacy thong between her muscled thighs to protect her modesty and an onyx black bra covering her perfect tits, Temari's bare body was thankfully the last thing on Shikamaru's mind considering the present situation.
"I… I'm sorry" she croaked.
The words hung in the air, silent except for her choked sobs. Above her, Temari could sense the audible smirk that was stretched across Shikamaru's lips. She craned her neck to shoot a glare at him.
He made a gesture of mock surrender, snickering to himself as he did. "I just wasn't expecting you of all people to apologise" he said.
She looked down once more, still not moving away from his warmth. "I couldn't help but think about how close you and Ino are. She's basically perfect and I know how most of the guys in the Hidden Leaf feel about her, so when she pretty much begged for me to take her with Sakura and Tenten, I just couldn't help myself" as she explained her actions, Shikamaru couldn't help but tug at his collar.
"Yeah, Ino and I are close since we grew up to together" he admitted. Temari twitched a little against his shoulder. "But, there's no one that I trust more than you, Temari, you know that, right?" her eyes glittered when she heard his question.
Shikamaru had to wait for his answer as Temari seemed to be thinking to herself methodically. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow when he saw a mischievous grin adorn her face.
In one swift motion, Temari swung her leg over both of Shikamaru's thighs. Now straddling his lap, Temari looked down at him and enjoyed the look of surprise on his face.
"Perhaps, but…" she leaned in close. "… still, I want proof" she whispered into his ear. In her own ear, Temari picked up his quiet hitch in breath and as she pressed her bust to his chest, she felt his heart quicken. She licked her lips thinking about the effect she had on him.
Leaning over him, like a lithe predator, she watched as his Adam's apple bobbed nervously. "What… kind of proof?" he gasped when she pushed his back against the soft covers. With her hands pinning him by the shoulders, Temari stared down at him.
"A piercing"
Shikamaru quirked an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
He flinched when the sharp tips of Temari's ruby and amethyst coloured nails grazed his jaw, trailing upwards. "I said… I want a piercing" Temari grinned down at him as she pinched his pierced earlobe.
If not for their close proximity, Temari would have started shivering from a mix of the room's chilly airflow blending with her nerves.
"Why?" he asked, his higher pitch gave away his inquisitive nature.
Temari leaned down, peppering his jugular with small pecks. The smacking of her lips against his skin was music to her ears and she continued her rhythm with her hands as she massaged his shoulders and chest. "I want… everyone to know who I love most" the grin on her face was almost audible.
She raised her head to meet his widened eyes with a steely gaze. "So you, Shikamaru Nara, are going to pierce me anywhere on my body, is that clear?" as she spoke, Temari tugged his wrist and brushed his palm over her dangerous curves.
His almond eyes flickered between her smug face, sharp and regal features that accentuated her diamond pupils, and her bronzed and toned body with scarred muscles that filled out her voluptuous curves. His breathing became shallower, and his ears drummed in tandem with the beating of his heart. Normally so reliable, his mind was now betraying him by supplying pictures of Temari's naked body littered with multiple piercings, all of them matching the studs in his earlobes.
He gulped, trying his best to reign his lust-addled thoughts into control. "Crystal" he was frozen by her intense stare, his lips and eyes the only methods of response.
Temari smiled to herself. "And while we're on the subject of appearances…" she continued, clearly piquing Shikamaru's curiosity. "… you should really take a bit of inspiration from Naruto and Sasuke, especially if you're going to keep up this rogue shinobi act"
His curiosity quickly morphed to confusion as he attempted to decipher Temari's message. Comparing himself to Naruto and Sasuke, Shikamaru couldn't help but grow even more lost. His life, dissimilar and not as fraught with tragedies as the other two who suffered in different ways. His strength, incomparable to them as his genius was the only thing keeping him competitive against them, if need be, and their fighting styles were definitely contrasting. His motivations, completely rational compared their more radical ideas of conquest and revenge. So what was it? The only thing that sparked his thoughts was the current situations that they were in. Especially with Naruto, Shikamaru could easily understand the need to complete their extreme missions and the urge to protect and rely on the woman stood beside them. Shikamaru quickly discerned the disparities between himself and Naruto. The main one being the other girls who Naruto had taken into his bed. He soon connected his relationships with them to the same relationships that Sasuke seemed to have with Karin and Sakura. And that's when Shikamaru finally understood what Temari was implying.
"But isn't that—" he was cut off by Temari's fingertip pressed against his lips.
"It's only wrong if you forget that I'm your number one, understood?" Temari explained.
Reluctantly, he nodded.
"And besides, it'll help you blend in better with this Akatsuki persona and it might be useful when trying to stop their bloodlust from taking someone you care about back home" she said.
Shikamaru looked away. "But, what about you?"
A warm hand on his cheek drew his gaze back to meet her own. "Believe me when I tell you, Shikamaru, you are the only man in this world that I would ever consider sharing both my life and my bed with" against her palm, Temari could feel the temperature of his skin rise slightly, mirroring its change in shade.
"But, I will be making sure that each and every girl that you take in will know their place in our relationship" Temari added, grinning.
Shikamaru gave a small smile in response. "Yes Ma'am" he tried for a serious salute, to which she slapped his hand away and they burst out giggling.
A/N- Hey, it has been a little while since I've updated the story. So, how has everyone been? I have finally finished my exams for the year so now I've got the whole summer to write this story. I plan on taking my time with these chapters so the updates may be a little sparse, but I do intend to try and get one out every other week which should give me a little more time to make sure they are the best I could write. With this chapter, I'm actually a bit uncertain about, much like the previous chapter. I thought about writing this scenario ages ago but this whole chapter has just become a lot of dialogue but hopefully I've done enough to supplement it. Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you soon, maybe.