Disclaimer: Do not own them.

Title: The End

Summary: Neji is frustrated.

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing

Couple: ShikamaruNeji

Written By: Shino

Inspired By: no inspiration right now because everyone hates me.

Comments:

Noise- is, well, a noise in the story.

Lyrics (centered) – people in story are listening/can hear it.

Lyrics (centered) - put in fer moi amusement. (AKA, they can't hear it)

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Shikamaru yawned as he finished his 'business.' He re-tied his shorts and contemplated whether or not if he should just walk away. Neji was a light sleeper and if by the off chance the other man was asleep he wasn't pleasant when he got woken up in the middle of the night.

"Flush, you stupid unhygienic teme!" An irritated voice called.

Shikamaru snorted and reached out, pushing the lever. Mo mendóo na. (Too troublesome. LT) (1)

"And wash your hands if you plan on coming back in here!" A growl was added this time for good measure.

Shikamaru muttered to himself softly and ran water over his hands. Mo, mo mendóo na. (Too, too troublesome. LT)

Then he made his way down dark hallways and back into the cluttered room. He laid down on the queen size bed and opened his arms. A body shifted closer and into said-awaiting arms.

"I still don't like you." The person cradled in his arms murmured.

"It's mutual then?" Shikamaru said back, going along with the banter.

"As if, I know you can't live without me."

Shikamaru would have rolled his unseeing eyes if the other would be able to see the gesture. "That's right, Neji."

"Um-huh." Neji rubbed his forehead against Shikamaru's chest.

There was a long silence in which Shikamaru almost slipped off into sleep.

"Nara. . ." Neji started, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt. "I want my eyes back. I need them."

Shikamaru didn't reply right away. "I know, Neji, I know."

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"Gimme my drugs." Neji's hand was held out to him and he knew it.

Shikamaru dropped his hand to the counter and slid it till he touched a bottle he shifted his hand a bit more to make sure it was the bottle on the right. Then he lifted it up, poped the top and shook it until he felt two medium-sized pills dropped out. "Here."

He moved the hand holding the pills up and shook it around until it hit Neji's hand.

Neji took the pills and swallowed them quickly. "I've been taking these for two months now. Why aren't they working? Are you giving me the wrong pills, Nara?"

Neji turned in the direction of Shikamaru and narrowed his unseeing eyes.

"They're in the bottle on the right, right?" Shikamaru knocked the bottle around a bit before putting back in place.

"What? No. Your aspirin is on the right my drugs are on the left." Neji felt his temper rising. He never would be acting like this half a year ago but now that his eyesight was gone he couldn't get rid of his helpless feeling and ended up getting angry easier because of it.

"Oh, well then, no I haven't." Shikamaru reached up and rubbed the back of his neck by habit.

Neji snapped and lunged at the other. He hit the Nara's chest and both went down.

Shikamaru's head hit a chair first, then the floor. "Mother fucker." He hissed through gritted teeth and reached up and quickly grabbed smaller hands. "Calm down Neji!"

"You little fucker! Your the reason I haven't gotten my vision back!" Neji tried to free his hands but only managed to unbalance himself. He landed on Shikamaru's chest heavily, knocking the wind out of both of them. Neji panted, if his hands were out of commission and you can't kick when your lying down, he did the only thing he could.

He found Shikamaru's lips after a few tries and bit down roughly. Shikamaru opened his mouth to yell when Neji slipped his tongue past. Shikamaru growled at Neji's movements and quickly flipped them over so he was on top. He kneeled over the other, his hands pining Neji's and his legs between the others. He kissed back just as roughly and quickly dominated, his tongue sliding against Nejiﾁes.

Neji struggled against the other trying to win back dominance or free his hands or something. He didn't like this, he was feeling helpless again.

Shikamaru shifted so that he was holding both of Neji's hands in one of his and he maneuvered out of his shirt. When he was free of it he tied it around Neji's wrists and the near-by table leg. With his hand's free he ran them down the man's sides and held down his hips.

Neji was starting to panic. He was trapped, his hands were tied, his body was pinned, he couldn't breath, he couldn't see. Them the mouth attacking his broke away and he gasped for air. He felt the lips latch onto his neck and his breath hitched again, further troubling his oxygen supply. He could also feel the Nara's fingers pressing into his hips. The helpless feeling grew.

Shikamaru paused in his biting, something was wrong. He reached up and brushed Neji's cheek. Oh, god. It was wet. "Neji?" His voice was shaky, he didn't like that. He should be calm and bored. Not concerned or worried. He hurriedly untied the man, sat up and pulled him to his chest.

Neji could feel the wetness running down his cheeks. Why was this happening. He wasn't scared was he?

And if so what was he scared of?

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1: See Below

LT: 'Literal Translation' I got the translation for words and put them in order as if it was English.

. . . I know, I know. I suck right:cough:cough: then again I doubt many people are actually waiting for this to be updated so, neh.

:cough:

Oh, yes. Love Neji, Shika and their OOC ness!

Ho-yea. This story is going to have regular short chaps. :cough:cough:laughs nervously:

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