A/N: I am so, so, so, so sorry that I haven't updated in the longest time! I was busy preparing and staffing a convention in June, and then I had major writer's block (I wasn't exactly sure how I wanted this story to progress). And then I was busy socializing and whatnot. But never fear! I am back with my guns loaded!

Hopefully this chapter doesn't suck too much. I haven't written in a while. Enjoy!

I look over to Shikamaru from the table he has me posing on. His eyes are fixated on me like a predator would to prey. I notice his eyes glance over, to where my cock is. He was never really discreet about things like that.

Shikamaru is silent for a few minutes - I assume he is still sketching from behind his easel - and then stands up from his seat. He walks over and eyes my body hungrily as he licks his dry lips.

"Whoa," I say as I cross my legs and throw my hands over my nether regions, "what are you doing?"

He does not respond, but instead, jumps onto the table with me to restrain my very naked body with his. My arms are down at my sides, being squeezed by Shikamaru's legs. His hands are free, I notice. I squirm under Shikamaru's light touch as he, as if curiously, traces over my bodily curves. His fingers feather over my shoulders, down my arms, my sides, then over my thighs.

"Shikamaru," I whine as my breaths start to shallow, "stop teasing."

He stops his exploration to smirk at me. My natural reaction is to shut my eyes, but Shikamaru cups my cheek in his hand..

"Let me see your eyes."

It takes every fiber of my being to keep my eyes open. His gaze bores into mine as his hands continue to touch me everywhere.

And this is how our relationship has blossomed, so to speak. After we had kissed and (indirectly) established our feelings for one another, Shikamaru overstepped many boundaries that once existed. His touches became more and more intimate. But he always stopped short, just enough so that I would have to excuse myself and relieve my aching member in the bathroom.

Shikamaru seems to have the same plans as usual. His hands work on kneading my inner thighs, barely inches away from the middle of my legs. I inhale sharply as he trails his fingers over my body.

"I can't," I pant, unable to finish my sentence.

He teases me further and runs his fingers over me again. I arch up, trying with all my might to reach back into his touch. Shikamaru presses me back down onto the table with his hips. I can barely keep my gaze on him and stare up at the ceiling. He grabs my hair and pulls up so that our eyes meet.

The look in his eyes is ferocious. I can barely keep myself from whimpering as he tightens his grip on me.

"Touch yourself," he orders.

When he lets go of my arms, my hands go nowhere. I feel too embarrassed to expose myself like that so casually.

I close my eyes - which he allows me to do this time - and start to run my hands over my chest. I rub my nipples, which I can feel are starting to perk up. With my breath shallowing, I proceed to move my hands downward at an agonizingly slow pace.

I'm almost afraid of my first time with Shikamaru. In fact, it's my first time with any man.

When we finish, I'm barely conscious of my surroundings. I barely notice Shikamaru hop off the table to stretch his body. I lie there, partially because Shikamaru has made such a mess of me and partially because I am still in shock.

After giving myself a few moments to recover, I sit up on the table. Shikamaru walks right back towards me with a look in his eye. It's a look I can't quite pinpoint; he is inspired, perhaps.

He pushes me back down to lie flat on the table and takes my earlobe in his mouth. His hot breath on my neck makes me shiver.

"Stay. I want to paint you."

His eyes bore into me, and I cannot help but remain still. Shikamaru walks back to his easel and remains standing as he paints. I can see him from his shoulders and upward; the lust in his eyes by the way he gazes darkly, in his mouth by the way he runs his tongue over his lips - these are presented for me to see.

And again, I can feel myself getting aroused again.

oooOOooo

"I hear he's a virgin bandit."

I turn my head towards my roommate's side of the room and give him a strange look.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Neji?" I ask him, "And what the fuck is a virgin bandit?"

Neji is sitting quietly at his desk, staring down at the textbook in front of him. He seems to be studying, but his eyes are scanning the entire page. I'm lying on my bed and roll onto my side to stare at him in curiosity.

"Your fellow...artist," Neji begins, not looking up from his place, "he gets some sick thrill of sleeping with virgins. No single person he's slept with has been experienced."

I sit up and lean back, using my elbows for support as I look up at the ceiling. This is the first I've heard of anything scandalous involving Shikamaru, but I'm not one for believing rumors right off the bat. But it doesn't sound completely unbelieveable.

"Have you been stalking him, Neji?" I ask him.

"No," he replies rather calmly, "I've been doing some research on him, however. Believe me or not, I don't particularly care. I just want him to stay the fuck away from Hinata. So the next time you see that fucker, tell him I'm onto him."

I assure Neji that I will - so nicely - deliver the message for him. As I allow my body to fall comfortably on my bed again, I wonder if the rumors are true.

Because if they are, I was just another free virgin fuck to him.

Fuck.

oooOOooo

I am on my way to studio class. It is just a short walk over from my dorm to the studio itself, and in more recent times I find myself heading over later and later. In comparison to my usual half-an-hour earliness, I am now half an hour late.

When I arrive to class, however, I do not enter a quiet room like I normally do. No. This time, I enter under a reign of chaos. People are huddled all around Shikamaru's station. Two things throw me off: my fellow classmates have gotten up from their seats and Shikamaru has beaten me to class.

As I move closer to Shikamaru, I notice that his easel - which is normally very empty - now holds quite a large canvas. A canvas, with a very, very, very, naked portrait of me. My pose is provocative and shows the most wanton side of me that I would never expect to be exposed to the public.

I am in shock. Complete and utter shock. I stand there stupidly, gaping at the scene in front of me.

"You," the girl I know as Tayuya gasps as she spots me, "this is... Can you pose for me next?"

The huddle of people all turn to me simultaneously, and suddenly, I start to feel quite flushed. Some of them whisper things behind their hands, while others just stare wide-eyed at me.

I don't know how I should react. So in all of my anxiety and nervousness, I push through some people and grip Shikamaru's shoulder tightly. He turns to me. I can feel my hand start to shake, but whether from anxiety or fury, I don't know.

"Talk. Outside. Now."

I can't seem to formulate anything coherent past one word commands. As Shikamaru gets up, I dig my fingertips into his arm and drag him out of the room. We flurry past a couple of people walking down the hall, even bumping into our studio professor who is on his way to the classroom, no doubt.

"I hope you brought in something to work on today, Shikamaru," he says in passing, "The evaluator coming in today won't appreciate a student of mine slacking off during studio."

I don't even give the brunette a chance to answer back. I push through the doors that lead outside and we end up on the side of the building. When I let go of Shikamaru, he just sighs and walks over to lean against the wall.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I seethe as I start to pace.

I've forgotten my cigarettes in the studio. Apparently, I dropped my bag at some point between pushing through my classmates and dragging Shikamaru out of the room. Of all times I need a cigarette to calm my nerves, it's now. I wring my hands together and run my tongue over my bottom lip.

"I don't see why you dragged me out here, Naruto," Shikamaru drawls as he pulls a cigarette carton from his pocket.

I am still pacing, but I stare at Shikamaru hard as he calmly cradles a cigarette between his lips. With a flick of his thumb, the stick is lit and he takes a long drag before letting out the smoke.

I stop in my tracks and glare. "You can look me in the eyes and tell me that the canvas you brought in isn't a problem?"

He stares at me blankly and releases yet another puff of smoke. I grab the cigarette straight from his mouth, inhale deeply into it myself, and throw it on the ground.

"You're fucking nuts," I say to him, "I'm - you're - Neji warned me about you."

"I am an artist. You should know that I'm not mentally sound," Shikamaru replies as he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in front of his chest, "But I am curious about what you heard about me. Your roommate has to be a credible source for all the latest scandals on Shikamaru Nara."

The sarcasm dripping from his voice irks me. I stomp on the cigarette I just threw on the ground and glare at the smashed remnants of the stick. When I look back up at Shikamaru, his eyes have grown dark, his gaze fixated on me.

"To you, I'm just another fuck," I tell him, as if he hadn't already known, "You were just going to take advantage of me so you could exploit it. That explains your piece of work in the studio. In the end, you were going to drop me for some other poor, virgin sap."

My heart is racing, and I feel empowered against Shikamaru's charms. His dark gaze is still on me, and I am completely unfazed by the ferocity in his stare. We both stand up straight and size one another up; I can see that he is just as ready to get into a fist fight as I am.

I take the first swing, my right arm flying towards his head. Shikamaru shoots his left arm up to block my punch. I throw my left arm at him and we get into a full-out brawl.

I'm not sure who's winning, but undoubtedly, we've landed hits on one another. At one point, Shikamaru flips me and effectively pins me to the ground, holding my wrists down. I squirm under him and kick my legs.

"Stop it!" he yells in my face.

Surprised, I stop moving. Shikamaru is breathing hard, as am I, and his hair that's usually done-up in a ponytail is now loose. I can see a bruise under his eye starting to form. He is glaring hard at me, but his look softens as he sighs.

"You've got it all wrong, Naruto," he tells me, "The painting I brought with me - I didn't bring it to humiliate you. I don't want to exploit you like that."

"Then what is it?" I snap immediately, "All the other people you slept with - they were all virgins, weren't they? What is it about virgins, Shikamaru, that turns you on? Tell me that."

Shikamaru scrunches his face, as if he had just eaten something rather bitter. He furrows his eyebrows and frowns heavily. I stare up at him silently, waiting for his answer.

But he never gives it to me. He gets off me and, with a now pained expression on his face, Shikamaru puts his hands in his pockets and heads back inside.

It takes me a moment or two to realize that I am now free to move. I get up, slowly, and realize that my body is aching. And then my nose starts to bleed.

"Great," I say to myself as I cover my nose with my hand, "Just what I needed."

I head inside and head towards the bathroom. I wait out the rest of my nosebleed and let the blood flow freely into the sink until it slows. When I barely have a nosebleed anymore, I grab a bundle of toilet paper and head back into the studio.

The studio is quiet, save for a few scratches and scuffles here and there. My classmates are sitting at their respective stations, but Shikamaru is nowhere to be seen. His station is completely empty, and the painting is gone.

"Naruto, are you all right?"

My professor comes over and hands me another tissue which I graciously accept.

"Yeah, I'm okay. This nosebleed won't stop, though," I sigh.

"Perhaps today would be a good day to call in sick," my professor suggests, "You'd be better off visiting the health center if it won't stop."

I nod and take my professor's suggestion. I'm starting to feel kind of shitty anyway.