This story is Yaoi (male/male relationship) and contains sex! Please turn back now if you don't like!!
Gentle-Fist Massage II: White Chocolate
Shikamaru Nara sighed heavily, almost irritably. 'This is becoming so troublesome,' he thought, as he followed his teammate, Ino Yamanaka, out of another store.
His act granted him a glare from the blonde, and she stopped in the crowded street, light blue eyes piercing him. "It wouldn't be such a problem," she growled, "if you knew what he liked!"
Shikamaru looked away into the heavy mass of people. It was a Friday afternoon, and most of the villagers were out and about on the beautiful day. The sky was perfectly clear, which had eliminated his earlier plans to gaze at the clouds. The Nara figured it was probably a good sign, anyway. He was supposed to be planning a special dinner for his lover, who was scheduled to return to the Leaf Village that night.
Neji Hyuga had been dispatched on an A-rank mission a few weeks ago. He knew it was going to be long when he left, and the two had made the best of their last few nights together. During that time, Shikamaru had promised Neji that he would make dinner the day he said he'd return. The simple gesture had made his lover smile, but the Nara hadn't realized what he had gotten himself into.
While his lover was gone, he had tried several practice meals, using recipes borrowed from his mother. What Shikamaru thought would be an easy 1-2-3 process was really a lot more troublesome. Not one of the dinners even looked remotely like the pictures and tasted worse. He was quickly losing patience and guinea pigs; Chouji and Naruto had been avoiding him the passed couple of days. Kiba and Akamaru barely stepped into his apartment, promising to try a freshly made dish, before remembering they had a mission and bolted. He hadn't seen them since.
Ino tried to be compassionate, but that didn't stop her from laughing at the Nara for his obvious cooking-lacking ability. The smartest shinobi in Konoha; with an IQ over two hundred, and he couldn't even make fucking grilled cheese sandwiches, without having them burn horribly, stinking up his kitchen. Which was why he was with her now, in the middle of the busiest district, looking for something even Shikamaru could make.
So far, they had been unsuccessful. It didn't help that he really didn't know Neji's tastes in food. Sure, they had eaten together on several occasions, but the two always made their own. The shadow wielder kept to easy meals that required little or no cooking at all. Most of the time, he wasn't paying attention to what his lover ate; it didn't matter. Why should he notice something so trivial?
A nudge to his ribcage made his eyes drift back to his teammate. She was still glaring at him and looked a little more pissed off.
"I can't believe you, Shikamaru," she said, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "You don't even know what your boyfriend likes to eat! If I was like that, I would've been dumped ages ago!"
"You've got it easy, though," the Nara countered. "Chouji likes almost anything."
Ino rolled her eyes. "If you cook it right! He's a lot pickier than he lets on!"
Silence fell between them once more, and Shikamaru could feel the agitation begin to grind within his mind. Nothing about their conversation was going to help him find something to feed his lover when he showed up that night.
His blonde comrade sighed again, slouching her shoulders. "What does Neji like to eat around the house?"
The Nara would have raised an eyebrow at her, but he had too many other troublesome things to worry about. "…Around the house?"
She scowled. "Snacks, idiot! When you aren't having meals together, what does he snack on?"
Shikamaru suppressed another sigh, as he thought about it for a while. Again, he had never really paid that much attention. The only time he remembered Neji eating anything away from the table was when he had a banana. There had been a bunch sitting on the coffee table, and they both ate them all.
The Nara inwardly smirked. The only reason he remembered was because his lover had used to the fruit to get him horny. He had wrapped his lips around the banana while looking at his lover, and moved his mouth along its length in a very suggestive way.
A light blush spread on his cheeks at the memory. "Uh, fruit, I guess," he mumbled.
"Okay, then!" Ino shouted, grabbing his arm and dragging him down the street. "Fruit it is! It'll be simple. A fruit salad, maybe some kind of main salad, and dessert!"
"Ino," Shikamaru groaned, as they entered another shop, this one covered in all sorts of domestic and exotic fruits and vegetables, "I don't know if 'salads' can count as a meal."
She waved her hand at him, placing different items into her basket. "Salads can work, Shikamaru. You can't burn them, under-cook them, nor will they burst into flame." The blonde looked at his blushing cheeks and smiled.
So what if he accidentally forgot about the chicken in the oven? He was trying to figure out how much rice to add into another pan, while ascertaining when he was supposed to put the two together in the 'chicken and rice' recipe he borrowed. It's not like he 'knew' the bird would erupt into a raging inferno.
"There is no way for you to screw this up," she finished, grabbing a few more items, then going to the check out, the Nara at her heels. "And just to be sure," she added, glancing at him, "I'll help you prepare."
Shikamaru paid for the items, and they walked back into the busy streets.
"Now," Ino said, heading in another direction quickly, the shadow wielder having to make an effort to keep up, "to find some dessert."
'Troublesome,' he thought, not daring to say it aloud. He followed his comrade to a small shop on a corner; dozens of delicious cakes and chocolates sat in the big windows, and he could see few people inside. Relieved to be away from a big crowd, they entered the tiny establishment.
Immediately his nose was assaulted by the smell of chocolate and sugar. There was a giant class case, which wrapped around the walls, filled with all kinds of desserts and treats. The middle was packed with displays, full of homemade candies and sweets.
A slightly plump woman waved at them as they entered, the blonde returning it with a smile. Shikamaru got the impression that she came here for Chouji's desserts.
"Any ideas?" Ino asked, eyes bright.
Sighing lightly, he shook his head, surprised not to hear an outburst from his comrade.
"Well, take a look around. This place has the best sweets in Konoha! I'm sure you'll find something that you'll both enjoy." She gave him a bright smile before walking off to talk with the woman behind the counter.
Shikamaru took his time, looking over every cake and truffle as if he was buying a very nice Shougi board. Truth be told, it all looked delicious. He couldn't decide what would go well with the meal, though. Chocolate cake? Fudge brownies? Maybe some hand-dipped caramel apples?
After several minutes of browsing, the Nara released a frustrated sigh. He was halfway around the shop and nothing seemed to peak his interest. He looked along, eyeing several different kinds of cookies, his hopes low.
Then his eyes caught on to a large white block. Its color, although slightly bright from the case lights, was more of an off-white, a little duller, yet intense all the same.
It reminded Shikamaru of Neji's eyes. The Hyuga's gaze was like that, intense yet not altogether brilliantly bright.
As he stared, the Nara could see little cracks in the block, and a tiny trapped air pocket here and there. The longer he kept his eyes locked onto it, the more he could see.
Again, his mind thought about Neji. He had never taken the time to sit back and look at the older shinobi, and thus always thought him to be secluded and cold, someone who wouldn't even think about a relationship at all. The shadow wielder had never once been attracted to the other before, not until he looked at him for a while. The more his dark eyes searched over the Hyuga's face and light orbs, the more he saw of the real Neji. There was much more than just the hard working, naturally talented ninja, and Shikamaru had been slightly guilt ridden for not seeing such a thing sooner, earlier in their relationship.
"See anything you like?"
The Nara looked up to see the plump woman standing on the other side of the case, smiling at him. Ino had also suddenly appeared beside him, a smile also gracing her lips.
Nodding, he pointed to the white block.
"Oh, that's our own, special recipe white chocolate," the woman said, voice full of charm. "It's said to be the best white chocolate in all the Five Great Shinobi Nations; people have come all over to try it. Would you like to sample some?"
He shrugged. "Sure."
The candy-lady bent behind the case, reaching inside and removing the block, placing it on the counter. She took a small hammer and gently tapped on the giant candy bar. Pieces of chocolate fell off, and she handed one to each of them.
Shikamaru had been given a fairly large piece, so he bit into it, chewing on the half that touched his tongue. The flavor… was not exactly what he could call 'delicious.' There was a bitterness to the chocolate that he didn't care for, and it only intensified as he continued to chew and swallow.
He must have been making a weird face, because the candy maker leaned across the counter to him, eyes sparkling. "Don't chew it," she suggested. "White chocolate of this nature can only be savored if you let it melt in your mouth."
The Nara nodded, popping the other half into his mouth. This time, he ran his tongue along the piece, and felt it melt against his muscle. It was sugary, not bitter, and he coated his tongue in it. The bitterness was still there, he could taste it, but the sugary taste helped to dull it, making the chocolate very delectable. His mind quietly noted that they way it ran down his throat was very much how Neji's seed felt when he swallowed.
He cleared his throat and suppressed another blush. "It's good," he said, not wanting to trouble himself with a long and tedious explanation as to why.
"You think Neji'll like it?" Ino asked, looking very anxiously at her teammate.
The Nara looked at her from the corner of his vision, not bothering to turn his head. "It doesn't matter. I'm getting it whether he likes it or not."
Her eyes widened, slightly, and she looked away, mumbling, "Oh, tough-guy," under her breath, which he ignored. Arguing with Ino was always so troublesome.
The woman behind the counter giggled, as he got half a pound, and left, the blonde at his heels.
"I love that store," she mentioned. "That place is a great help when it comes to Chouji."
Shikamaru didn't bother with a response. He looked towards the sun, as it was beginning to touch the tops of the buildings, letting the shinobi know the estimated time. Neji would be returning in another four hours or so.
Ino suddenly grabbed his arm. "Come on, Shikamaru!" She started dragging him down the still crowded streets. "Let's get you ready for your big date!"
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Shikamaru slowly climbed into the steamy water of the bath, releasing a heavy sigh. Ino had ordered him to take a bath, realizing he was in no condition to help prepare the seemingly simple meal.
He had 'almost' dropped half of the lettuce on the floor, after carefully peeling it apart. Then he 'almost' cut his finger while slicing the apples for the fruit salad, his hands were shaking so bad. His comrade had had enough at that point and ordered him to the bathroom, giving him half an hour to relax.
Even now, the Nara's hands were still shaking, although it was hard for him to grasp as to why. It was just Neji who was returning, and he felt like such a schoolgirl for acting this way.
He sighed again, leaning back into the water, trying to calm himself. Neji was certainly making him act strange. Just the mere thought of his lover made his heart double its pace. Shikamaru found himself doing things for the Hyuga on his own, his laziness forgotten.
Offering to prepare a special dinner for him was something completely out of character for the shadow wielder, this he knew. The statement had come out of nowhere; escaping his lips before it had permission from his brain. The warm smile he'd received, though, made it worthwhile. He wanted to do whatever it took to make that look reappear on his lover's face again, which was probably why he was doing something so troublesome.
A small smirk formed on Shikamaru's lips. Neji gave him the motivation he was lacking. His laziness, however, was excluded from Neji, and Neji alone. He would never think of doing this for anyone else he knew, without murmuring, 'troublesome,' beneath his breath and doing what was asked only half assed.
With Neji, everything had to be perfect. He wanted Neji to be happy, to not have an excuse to leave him.
'Hn, sounds like I'm in love with the guy,' Shikamaru thought.
He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, watching the steam rising around him. It was very similar to cloud gazing, although not the same. Nonetheless, he savored the quiet time, as the vapor swirled and rose to the ceiling.
The thought of him being in love with the Hyuga didn't bother him; in fact he felt more… at peace with the idea. It explained a lot, and the Nara just decided to let it be for the moment. Within the next two hours, his lover would be home, and all of his anxiety would be gone.
After several more minutes of gazing at the ceiling, Shikamaru sat up and washed his hair. He then washed away all the soap from his body and got out of the now lukewarm water. Drying off his hair by rubbing at it frantically with a towel, he left the bathroom and walked into his bedroom, looking for something to wear.
Ino would no doubt want to see what he planned to look like when his lover arrived, and he sighed heavily. He could already hear her screeching to high heaven that he wouldn't be dressed appropriately. Troublesome.
Shikamaru chose his clothing carefully, not really caring what his teammate would think, but still not wanting to get his head bitten off.
A few minutes of browsing later, he had found a plain, white button-up shirt, surprisingly clean, and black slacks. 'Good enough,' he decided, placing the fresh clothing on his clean skin. Putting his hair back into its original ponytail, he walked back into the kitchen.
Ino was making room in the refrigerator for the bowl of chicken Caesar salad he had decided on. The table was set up with two places; she had grabbed the good china Shikamaru's mother had given him when he moved out. The blonde had also set up candles in the center, and he noticed a scented candle sitting by the stove, another on the counter at the other end of the room. They were just starting to emit a strong melon smell, and he inwardly winced as she stood from the fridge, closing the door.
"Well," she said, light blue eyes looking him up and down, "you certainly do look very handsome when you clean up!"
The Nara felt his cheeks burn a little. "Uh, yeah, thanks. What's with the candles?"
"It makes for a more romantic setting," Ino explained, walking up to him. "Besides, I don't think you want Neji coming home and smelling nothing but burned this and that."
He looked away, his blush growing.
The blonde sighed, placing her hands on her hips, looking around. "I think that's everything," she said, eyes meeting his. She ran them over his body once more and shook her head. "Man, if I'd known you could look 'this' good, I would've given up on Sasuke ages ago!"
Shikamaru lightly glared. "Then you wouldn't have Chouji."
She nodded, sighing in content. "True. I wouldn't trade 'anything' for my Chouji." Winking, the blonde turned and headed for the door.
The Nara followed, a few steps behind.
"Both salads are in the fridge," Ino said, grabbing her things. "I put your chocolate in a cupboard, above the coffee maker. Make sure you put that in the fridge, too, at some point, or it might start melting." She turned to him, smiling. "I think that's it, t
hen."
He couldn't fight the smile tugging at his lips, as Ino outstretched her arms for a hug. Shikamaru willingly wrapped his arms around her, suddenly filled with relief and appreciation of his friend's help.
"Good luck," she said, opening the door and letting herself out.
Shikamaru stuck his head out the door. "Hey, Ino!"
The blonde turned, eyes slightly confused. "Yeah?"
His lips curled up again as he spoke. "…Thanks. A lot."
She returned the gesture. "No problem, Shikamaru." Ino walked away, and the Nara closed the door, releasing another sigh.
'Now to wait for Neji.'
He sat at the table, and decided to see if he could figure out an actual plan for the evening. An evil smirk crossed his lips, his eyes glancing to the cupboard above the coffeemaker. Oh, yes, he could not wait to start the fun.
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Neji felt exhausted. He was covered in days old sweat and dirt, his hair was knotted in several places, and his entire body ached. That mission had turned out to be a lot more troublesome than it was worth.
The Hyuga smiled, slightly, at his mind's choice in words. 'Shikamaru certainly is rubbing off on me,' he mused.
He had just finished his report and taken it to Lady Tsunade. Now all he wanted to do was have a nice, quiet meal with his lover, take a nice, long relaxing bath with his lover, and sleep in his bed, curled up with his lover. He lightly wondered what he would have to eat, his stomach growling at him.
'Oh, yeah,' he remembered. 'Shikamaru said he was going to make something for me.' A light blush appeared on his cheeks, and his gaze dropped to the ground as he walked. '…I wonder what he made me….'
The Hyuga had been a little surprised when the lazy ninja had offered, actually 'offered,' to make dinner for him. It made him feel… good that his lover wanted to set aside his laziness for him. He had smiled and agreed, wondering why there was a… warm fuzziness, for lack of a better term, swirling around inside him. It made Neji want to laugh, cry, and just hold the man who had been lying next to him.
He had almost forgotten about it, seeing as he had a mission to go on. Any feelings, which would have distracted him, had to be put aside. Now that he was back, his mind curled around the memories, and wondered what it all meant.
In no time, he was at their apartment door. He inhaled deeply, not sure of what to expect, and entered their home.
A strong scent of watermelon reached his nose, and he almost coughed at the strength of it. There was also another smell in the air, one the fruit was trying to cover, he figured. The less strong scent made Neji wonder if something was burning.
Ignoring it, he shut the door behind him. "I'm home," he said, quietly, walking into the kitchen.
Shikamaru stood from his seat at the table, small smile on his lips. Neji's eyes slowly rolled over his lover's body. The shirt he wore was almost see-through, and tight enough to expose his muscular and slender physique. The Nara's pants were loose fitting, but the older ninja guessed they probably showed off his ass nicely if he turned around.
The Hyuga felt dirtier the more he looked at his lover, in more ways than one.
The younger ninja walked up to him. "…Hi. Uh, how was the mission?" Was it just the exhaustion, or did Neji sense… nervousness from the other man?
He sighed. "Pain in the ass. But I don't feel like talking about it right now." The Hyuga smirked, wrapping an arm around his lover and pulled him to his body. He placed his lips on Shikamaru's and almost moaned. It had been far too long. Neji had nearly forgotten the soft feel of the other's lips, and his slender form pressed up to his. He mentally noted that if he was going to go on anymore of these long ass missions, he would insist Shikamaru be assigned with him.
The Nara slowly broke the kiss and gazed into Neji's eyes a moment, before gently pushing him away, smile still on his lips. "You need to shower," he said.
A blush spread on his cheeks. "Yeah, I do. Care to join me?" Neji raised a questioning eyebrow in a very seductive fashion.
Shikamaru turned, walking to the fridge. "Thanks, but I already took a bath. You go ahead, and I'll get dinner set up."
Neji crossed his arms, glaring at his lover. "Never stopped you before," he murmured.
The Nara looked at him, one hand on the handle to the refrigerator. "We do have all night, Neji. I'm not going anywhere."
Sighing in frustration, realizing he wasn't going to be able to seduce his lover, this time, he nodded, heading for the bathroom. Once there, he quickly peeled off his uniform, dumping the contents in the corner, something very unlike him. The Hyuga usually put everything back in its place, or the hamper. Right now, he was just too tired to care.
He turned on the showerhead and dove into the almost scalding water. Neji could feel the dirt and sweat practically melt off his body. Another sigh escaped his lungs, this one more relaxed and content. He was finally home.
After spending several minutes of scrubbing, making sure to get every speck of filth off his body, he exited the shower and proceeded to get the knots out of his long, dark hair. This task took longer than anticipated, the knots having gotten tighter since he first received them.
Neji felt like he had yanked out half of his dark mane when he finished, toweling what was left dry. He then walked into the bedroom, which, to his dismay, had turned quite messy since he'd left. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and he had to remove a pile of Shikamaru's boxers from his dresser before he could open it.
He pulled on a clean, tight tee shirt and blue jeans, going a little more casual than his lover. The Hyuga left off his headband and wrappings to cover the curse seal, branding him forever as a branch member. He liked the fact that he could leave it exposed to Shikamaru, who had never stared at it once, although he did kiss it from time to time.
Leaving his hair down so it flowed over his shoulders, he entered the kitchen again. Shikamaru was waiting patiently for him at the table, on which sat a big bowl of salad and another of a fruit salad. There was an opened bottle of wine beside his lover, both glasses full, although Neji got the distinct feeling that the Nara was already on his second glass.
The shadow wielder looked up at him, smiling again.
The Hyuga returned it, sitting beside the younger man. They began eating in silence, but it was comfortable, relaxing. Just being near his lover was enough for Neji at the moment, after not seeing him for several weeks.
The salads were very satisfying, being light but filling. Then again, most anything would taste good to Neji, having been living off shinobi rations and food pills for the passed week and a half of his three-week mission. He finished about the same time as his lover, and was going to get up to collect the plates and take them to the sink, as he had usually done in the past, but Shikamaru stood instead. He looked into the Hyuga's slightly wide, questioning eyes with a caring gaze, and cleaned off the table.
Neji cleared his throat, suppressing the shock at watching his lover doing his job. "That was good, Shikamaru," he commented with a smile.
Shikamaru's blush was very obvious as he grabbed the leftovers, eyes not meeting the older man. "…Well, I can't take all the credit. Any of the credit." He placed the containers back in the fridge, Neji raising an eyebrow at him. The Nara gave him a nervous smile. "It turns out, I can't cook worth shit. Ino helped me with this."
The Hyuga chuckled. "All right, then, what's for dessert?" His eyes trailed hungrily up and down Shikamaru's body as he moved about the kitchen. He couldn't wait to strip the other man and ravish him. It had been far too long for Neji to want his usual calm and slow sex.
The Nara swayed his hips a bit, very unlike him, but he got a kick out of seeing the Hyuga so openly eyeing him up. He opened and reached into the cupboard, retrieving the bag from the candy shop. The younger ninja carefully placed it on the table, pushing his chair closer to his lover. He knelt on the seat, leaning in close, their noses almost touching.
"White chocolate," he whispered, capturing Neji's lips in a quick kiss. He then sat and began to unwrap his purchase.
Neji gave him a questioning look, wondering briefly why they were having an actual dessert. The longer he gazed at his lover, the hornier he got, and the Hyuga's patience would not last forever.
His light colored eyes looked down at the pieces of chocolate, completely uninterested.
Shikamaru picked up a chunk, examining it a moment, before his dark eyes looked over at his lover. He then reached across the short distance and placed sugary concoction against the Hyuga's lips.
Neji opened his mouth, eyes not leaving the Nara, as the chocolate was set onto his tongue. He quickly closed his lips, capturing one of the younger man's fingers. He lightly sucked on the flesh, flicking the tip of his tongue over it, trying to send the message of what he really wanted.
Shikamaru lightly chuckled, taking his hand back. He popped a piece into his mouth, and watched the other, elbow propped on the table, leaning his head on his hand.
The Hyuga let the white chocolate melt in his mouth, finding that he did enjoy letting his lover feed him. He was trying to wait patiently, find the perfect opportunity to jump his lover. Hadn't he waited long enough?
To his surprise, the Nara stood, grabbing another piece of white chocolate. He straddled Neji on his seat, the chair groaning against the extra weight. Their gazes locked, the man on top of him brought the piece to his mouth.
Again, the Hyuga welcomed it. Shikamaru's hand slid across his cheek and into his hair, still damp from the shower, and placed his lips on Neji's.
Shikamaru loved the taste of white chocolate on his lover's lips, and licked at them greedily. The other then parted his lips, entering a chocolate-coated tongue into the Nara's mouth. He moaned, sucking the appendage clean, and grinding their hips together.
Neji wrapped his arms around his lover, getting him as close as possible. He needed to get those troublesome clothes off them; he had to feel their skin pressed together. His erection was making his pants feel awfully tight, and Shikamaru's poking him in the abdomen wasn't helping at all.
Suddenly, the lips were off his and the warmth vanished before he could even open his eyes. Neji looked up at the Nara, growing tired of his teasing.
Shikamaru gazed back, amusement shining in his eyes. He loved the way Neji looked when he was being played with. His white chocolate colored eyes shown frustration and lust, and he suppressed a shiver. "Let's continue this in the bedroom," he suggested, quickly blowing out the candles. If a chicken could start a minor fire in the oven, he didn't want to give the candles a chance to cause any damage while he and his lover were having fun.
"Fine," the Hyuga replied, standing and following the Nara to the bedroom.
The younger ninja had barely made it a foot into the room, when two strong arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him against a strong chest, lips assaulting the skin of his neck. He moaned, as Neji's tongue trailed up and down his flesh, lightly nipping his ear, and then sucking at his shoulder, pulling the shirt aside.
Shikamaru panicked a little, when the older shinobi's hands grabbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling it apart savagely, buttons flying through the air, roughly pushing the cloth down and off his torso. He'd never gotten Neji so worked up he would literally rip the clothes from him.
He turned, seeing the Hyuga's eyes filled with lust and need. He crushed his lips into the other, pushing the younger man onto the bed.
There the battle began, as they both battled for dominance, and removing their clothing in the process. Neji was being unusually aggressive, but Shikamaru was trying to ride it out, not letting him get between the shadow wielder's thighs and begin pounding him. No, that was not what the younger had planned for him.
After several minutes of gropes and moans, the Nara finally came out on top, effectively pinning his lover to the bed. "What…. What has gotten into you?" he gasped out, voice a little hoarse, smirk appearing on his lips.
Neji also smirked, shrugging. "I can't help it," he replied. "I haven't had sex since I left for my mission. You look really delectable, that's all."
"Well," Shikamaru cooed, leaning close to his lover's face, "we'll just have to calm you down then." His lips captured the man beneath him, as he reached a hand over the side of the bed.
The Hyuga's eyes slid closed, greatly enjoying the feel of his lover's body on top of his. He began to grow a little uncomfortable, however, as his lover raised his arms above his head and very quickly tied Neji's wrists to the headboard.
"Shikamaru!" he said, struggling against the bindings.
The younger ninja merely smirked down at him, eyes filling with amusement once again. "Relax, Neji. You know I won't hurt you." He leaned down and ran his tongue up the Hyuga's neck, causing him to moan. "I have a feeling you'll like this."
His hot breath grazed Neji's wet skin, a shudder running down his spine. He couldn't believe how erotic it actually was, to be tied down, his lover moving gently atop him. The older ninja's arousal grew, as he could do nothing but make soft noises while the Nara continued to lick and nip at his neck.
Shikamaru's lips finally found his own, kissing him gently, then whispering in his ear, "Stay put."
Another chill ran through the older man, and he silently nodded, promising not to use an escape justu.
His lover stood and left the room, Neji lying on the bed, heavy pants leaving his chest. He wondered what the other had in store for him.
Shikamaru returned a moment later, removing the tie from his hair, which had become loose during their tussle, throwing it on the dresser. He then climbed onto the bed, placing several pieces of the white chocolate beside his lover, that smug smirk still plastered on his lips.
Neji swallowed, not sure what to expect.
The younger ninja gazed down at him. "Do you know why I chose white chocolate for dessert, Neji?" he asked.
The latter slowly shook his head, wondering why his lover would ask something like that, who really cared?
Shikamaru grabbed a chunk and held it close to the older man's face. "Because it reminds me of your eyes." He gently placed it against the other's lips, who once again obediently parted them to allow the sugary treat inside.
The man above him watched, as Neji slowly sucked on it, letting the melting confection run smoothly down his throat. He carefully considered his lover's words, deciding it would be best not to answer. His mind just did not care at that moment.
It seemed to suffice the Nara, because a moment later, he lowered his head to Neji, kissing him again. His lips and tongue ran down the tied man's body, sucking his erect nipples and dipping the tip of his tongue into the other's navel.
The Hyuga was moaning. No matter how he tried to hold them back, he was unable. Especially with that expert tongue getting closer and closer to his erection.
When Shikamaru did finally reach his destination, he paused for a moment. Neji saw him reach for a piece of the chocolate, eyes locked onto his lover's, as he slowly brought it to his own lips.
'Gods, he looks so sexy like that,' the Hyuga thought. The younger shinobi's hair was draped beautifully around his face, barely dancing on his shoulders. His eyes were dark with lust and lips slightly red and swollen from the other's abuse. The white chocolate contrasted him entirely, as he ran it along his bottom lip, his tongue giving the piece a quick lick, before popping it into his mouth.
Slowly, Shikamaru leaned back down to his lover's erection. He licked the tip, causing Neji to hiss. At a very unhurried pace, he began taking Neji into his mouth, still sucking on the chocolate.
The Hyuga released a breathy moan. The feeling of Shikamaru's hot cavern had escaped his memory for a time, and he was forever grateful to have it back. He loved the way the other's tongue danced along his shaft, his teeth almost grazing his sensitive flesh.
He suddenly gasped, as something warm and hard, that was not Shikamaru, was pushed against the underside of his erection. It moved up its length, pressing the head, and then ran back down.
"Ahh." Neji looked down at his lover, seeing his mouth still encasing him, and suddenly realizing what it was. Shikamaru was using the piece of white chocolate in his mouth! 'Damn, that feels really good.' He lightly bucked his hips at the sensations. Never had the Hyuga thought that chocolate could be used in that fashion. It was turning him on even more, as the man above him continued his surprisingly erotic ministrations.
"Ah, Shikamaru," he whispered, lightly tugging on his restraints.
Almost immediately, the warmth around his erection vanished, his lover looking up at him, smirking again. "What, Neji? Is there something you want?"
Neji glared lustfully at the man sitting between his thighs, not willing to say it aloud.
"I'm not psychic, you know." Shikamaru began crawling over his body, reminding the older man of a jungle cat, until he was nose to nose with his lover, dark eyes shining, dark brown locks draped down around his handsome features. "If you would like something, you're going to have to tell me."
The Hyuga lightly growled at the man hovering above him. "Stop looking so goddamn sexy and fuck me!" He wrapped his legs around his lover's waist, rubbing their groins together.
Shikamaru moaned, then smirked again. "Well, since you asked so nicely." He reached under the pillows and grabbed the small bottle of lubrication, quickly working a generous amount on his fingers. He reached down to Neji's entrance, pressing his lips onto the Hyuga's, while he penetrated him.
Neji groaned, opening his mouth to suck on his lover's tongue, while the other began stretching him. He rotated his hips against the invading fingers, loving the friction it created. He wanted a lot more, and was grateful the Nara was moving a little faster, now.
After making sure the man beneath him was stretched enough, Shikamaru removed his fingers, positioning his throbbing erection at the entrance. He slowly pressed into Neji's hot flesh, not wanting to hurt the tied man.
The Hyuga moaned, bucking his hips, pulling at the restraints. 'Damn it, Nara, don't slow down!' "F-faster," he requested with a moan.
"I… I don't want to… hurt you," Shikamaru replied, between pants.
Neji growled, looking fiercely at his lover. "You won't! Fuck me!" He began thrusting his hips, impaling the other almost completely inside him.
The Nara's breath caught in his throat at the sudden movement, and he reluctantly complied, moving quickly within his lover.
The bound man moaned his pleasure to the world around them. The feel of Shikamaru within his flesh was only equaled in pleasure to the feel of the Hyuga within the other. He could feel his climax coming fast, and he tried to hold back for his lover. However, Neji knew he was doomed, as a slender-fingered hand curled tightly around his erection, running up and down its length quickly.
He cried out, his body trembling, the climax overrunning his entire body, making him dizzy and out of breath.
Gasping for air, Neji still raised his hips to Shikamaru, enjoying the pleasurable aftershocks the other was creating, and watched as he came.
The Nara looked absolutely exquisite when he reached his orgasm. His dark eyes were always pinched shut, and he almost always raised his hands or arms to his face, as if embarrassed to have anyone watching.
This time, one knuckle was in his mouth, the other hand reaching behind his own back, as he arched backwards, a low groan escaping his throat.
They stayed in that position for a little while, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow.
Shikamaru's eyes finally opened again, to find that Neji had never closed his, causing his cheeks to flush further.
The Hyuga smirked, enjoying the sight.
Gently, the Nara removed his softening manhood from the man beneath him, dark eyes locking onto the white mess spread across Neji's stomach and chest. He smiled as he leaned down, licking up every drop of his lover's seed. He enjoyed the slightly bitter taste of his lover, and he savored the moment. Shikamaru then looked into his lover's eyes, noticing the way they faded to a light gray, as sleep began to consume him.
"I think your white chocolate is better, Neji," he said, causing those gorgeous eyes to slightly widen.
Shikamaru only smiled at him, before untying the older man and lying next to him. Two strong arms wrapped around him tightly, almost possessively, as Neji kissed his forehead.
"…I'm glad," the Hyuga whispered a moment later.
The Nara's fogged over mind had to struggle to understand exactly what his lover meant by that, but chose to drop it a moment later, deciding it was too troublesome to think right then. He drifted into the dark recesses of sleep, very grateful for the warmth surrounding his body and heart.
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A week later found both Shikamaru and Neji at Chouji's apartment, having been invited over for supper, along with Sakura Haruno and Naruto Uzumaki.
They had just finished the meal, Naruto and Chouji both very glad that Ino had cooked and not Shikamaru, although they had gotten a scare.
When they first arrived, the Nara was helping his teammate set the table, and he glared at the white faces on his friends, seeing him with the main dish in his hands. Ino had burst out laughing and reassured them that Shikamaru had been merely assisting in setting up, not actually cooking anything.
Everyone, save Neji, picked on him about it for some of the meal, Naruto finding it a great entertainment value. Until, that is, Shikamaru asked if he was enjoying his date with Sakura.
That little statement had elicited laughter and a scream of pain from the blonde, after which they all were mostly silent. When they were finished, Ino and Chouji picked up the plates, going into the kitchen.
"What do you guys want for dessert?" Ino called out.
Shikamaru's gaze fell on his lover, sitting across from him, who stared back. "I could go for some white chocolate," he answered.
Neji's cheeks immediately turned red, and he looked away, glaring at his lover from the corner of his vision.
Ino laughed again. "I'll see what we've got." She was able to find some white chocolate cake, and everyone seemed to like it.
Neji's blush didn't vanish at all during that time.
The Nara looked to see Chouji and Naruto discussing something loudly, while Ino and Sakura were whispering and giggling to themselves. He smiled mischievously as he gazed back at his lover.
Shikamaru gently grabbed his hand, gaining his attention, and whispered, "When we get home, I'd like to have you for dessert, White Chocolate."
He had never before seen Neji's eyes so wide or cheeks so red in his life. That alone made the Nara's heart swell with warmth, and he planned to keep it that way, for that surely was not troublesome.
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