Sorry about taking a while to update: Second to last chapter!

LEMON. Lemon.

Itachi woke the next morning to the sound of light snores and a source of warm located beside him. It took him several long seconds of blinking at the figure that he was currently snuggling against and the clock before he realised that it was already eleven am and Kisame was in his bed.

"Oh god!" he shouted suddenly, leaping backwards and promptly falling off the edge of the bed with a loud thunk. The noise jolted Kisame from his sleep with a tired snort and he gazed around; finding a very naked Itachi on the ground trying to cover himself with the sheets.

"What are you doing?" he inquired with a stretch and a yawn.

"Do you know how late it is?" Itachi exclaimed crossly, still on the floor and wincing in pain as he rolled over onto his ass. As he stood, he groaned again and clutched at his lower back; much to the amusement of Kisame, who simply checked the clock.

"Come back to bed," he urged, patting the spot next to him, "You're so cute when you sleep –and quit that; it's not like I haven't seen you naked."

"I am not cute," Itachi scowled crossly, "You need to be out of here, now."

"And here I was, hoping to get another round in before I start work," he sighed heavily, "What's the big deal?" He was making no signs of moving from his comfortable spot on the bed.

"I…" Itachi glared furiously, "You have to be gone before my parents come to find me! They um…" He looked a little guilty, "I'm pretty sure they still think I'm a virgin." Kisame chuckled deeply and leaned over to the over man, yanking him so he fell back onto the bed. With Itachi protesting rather loudly, he was lifted and placed so that he was straddling the other man –who he had noted was still also naked. He winced again as pain shot through his spine.

" –Well…judging from last night…there is no way you're a virgin…" he grinned, kissing Itachi briefly on the lips.

"I can't believe you're not taking this seriously," he snapped crossly, folding his arms and refusing to kiss back.

"…Hmm, if you're that concerned; I'd suggest not going swimming anytime soon…" the bigger man smirked, tracing a line of hickeys from Itachi's throat and chest.

"I'm serious about you leaving," Itachi sniffed huffily, "I had a good time…"

" –Good?" Kisame raised an eyebrow, mock offended.

"Fine, great time," Itachi snapped, pumping Kisame's ego a little in the hopes that it would make the lifeguard leave a little faster. It didn't work. All it meant was that Kisame wrapped his arms around the smaller man and pulled him in for a kiss, noticing that Itachi was already getting hard again. " –Okay fine, but make it quick," he growled with a small pout, "And if my parents walk in on us, then I have the right to kill you."

"Definitely worth it," Kisame smirked as Itachi dipped his head slightly to kiss him.

Mikoto and Fugaku weren't likely to catch their eldest son in the midst of carnal activities that morning because they were currently distracted by something else. The two Uchihas had stayed out practically all night with Kushina and Minato (their husbands were now tired and couldn't see how their wives had the energy to be squealing and dancing hysterically.)

Sasuke had been rudely awakened by the sound of high pitched, explosive giggling that instantly gave him a very ominous feeling. He hadn't opened his eyes at first, just snuggled closer to whatever soft object that his face was pressed against. This elicited more squeals, so he was forced to open his eyes; only to discover that he was breathing softly on the back of Naruto's tanned neck; one of his pale arms draped around the blonde's stomach, pressing his bare, tanned back against a pale chest. Horror and realisation flooded through Sasuke as he tried to pull away. The shift only served to cause Naruto to roll over; his face snuggled up against the crook of Sasuke's neck, and a tanned arm casually curling up around the raven's back. They were snuggling.

Onyx eyes snapped to the doorway as he heard a flash of a camera go off and he came face to face with the stunned, joyful expression of his own mother.

"Oh look, they're awake!" Mikoto was gushing, "Look how cute they are! Oh Fugaku, come see!"

"I don't think I need to see," his father's tired voice assured his wife as Sasuke unlatched Naruto from his body and leapt from bed; instantly aware that the two of them were both shirtless. A quick glance over at the bed indicated that Naruto had moved from his own side at some point in the night; and was now rubbing his eyes sleepily. Both Mikoto and Kushina squealed and danced away from the doorway as Sasuke stormed from the room to glare at them.

"It's not what you think!" he exploded; to be obviously ignored by his mother.

"Sasuke, I didn't know you could be so cute!" Mikoto crooned as she and the other woman flicked through what appeared to be a collection of photos they had taken whilst their sons were still asleep.

"Minato, come look, they were spooning!" Kushina declared, waving her husband over. The blonde man's expression softened into a smile.

"They look so sweet," he admitted, making the two mother's giggle gleefully.

"Oh, and Sasuke got to be the big spoon!" Mikoto cried with delight, "Don't they go so well together?"

"There were no spoons!" Sasuke snapped crossly, folding his arms, "We are not cute and we are not sweet! And we are certainly not together!"

"What's all the fuss about, pumpkin?" Naruto suddenly inquired cheekily as he appeared in the doorway and wrapped his arms around Sasuke's lithe waist; nuzzling into his neck. The camera flash went off again and the two wives wolf whistled. Sasuke angrily pushed Naruto's face away; flushing as the blonde cackled mischievously.

"Tch, idiot!" he growled huffily, folding his arms and ignoring Naruto when the blonde wrapped his arms around a pale neck again.

"Did poor widdle Sasuke not sleep very well?" he teased, tugging at a cheek.

"Touch me again and you're a dead man," Sasuke snapped back. Naruto just giggled to himself and escaped over to his mother.

"Hey mom, I want to see these pictures!" The next few moments were filled of Naruto's bursts of laughter and Sasuke's angry glare at that tanned, toned back. Judging from the way the blonde's pants were hanging low on his hips; that tan was natural. His eyes automatically sunk a little lower before snapped back to eye level –only to meet the knowing, scheming eyes of his mother.

"Sasuke, you are cute!" Naruto exploded with a wide grin back over his shoulder, "And when you sleep, you don't look like an asshole!"

"I'm going to kick your ass," Sasuke growled.

" –Why were you in here?" Kushina inquired suddenly, " –It's lovely to have you of course, but…" Sasuke was very near to selling his brother out, but thought better of it. Some things, you just didn't let your parents in on.

" –We were watching movies up late and I got too tired to head back to my room," he replied smoothly; to which Naruto gave him a raised eyebrow but all the parents seemed to accept. Sasuke filed the little lie into the back of his mind to make mention to Itachi of later. His brother owed him one.

While the two Uchiha brothers were somewhat occupied, Kiba Inuzuka was sitting down at an early lunch mulling over his date with Hinata the previous night.

All had started wonderfully; they had been eating in the dining room and then gone to get ice cream down at the resort mall. It had been there that she had suddenly shocked him by sitting down on a bench with her ice cream and saying that she had a confession.

"K-Kiba?" she had stuttered in a soft voice, "I-I have something to tell you…" He'd sat down beside her, a little concerned at what could have her so nervous, "I-I haven't been honest with you…"

She then proceeded to explain; in a mass of stutters that she wasn't really the confident person she had portrayed for the majority of the summer vacation so far; she had just wanted a fun summer and felt that she couldn't as such a shy person. She and Neji were both excellent actors, so the two of them had put on facades to try and have a good time –she was really quite self-conscious and shy, but when she was acting, she committed.

Of course, Kiba didn't mind in the slightest and had just laughed it off; taking her to the arcade and teaching her to play some of the games; actually really enjoying his innocent date with the new Hinata. He'd also informed her that she shouldn't have to pretend to be someone else, and that he was sure that everyone would like her just the way she was. That had made new Hinata –real Hinata –blush furiously, and he had kissed her on the cheek to show that he meant it.

She'd practically fainted on him.

Later that evening, Temari sighed heavily, looking down at her appearance with a sigh. She'd been sitting alone at the bar for over an hour and a half waiting for some Prince Charming to walk over and offer to buy her a drink –with no result. She examined herself in the reflective walls of the elevator. What was wrong? She was in her best black cocktail dress, black heels, red lipstick, and hair done the usual way…why were all the other women at the bar getting drinks bought for her left, right and centre while she had to settle with her brother slipping her free sympathy drinks. Her brother.

Maybe it was foolish to get dressed up and hope to have an intelligent conversation at the bar and perhaps find a guy she had something in common with. She'd seen the way Gaara was with that brunette boy, and all his little friends all seemed to have love interests; why not her? The elevator stopped on the third floor and she walked out casually to see a familiar ponytail and slouch leaving her brother's room.

"Evening," Shikamaru yawned as he shut the door, leaning up against the wall as she passed, "Nice dress. Hot date?"

"No," Temari sniffed, "Not that it's any of your business. There was no one interesting at the bar."

"So you're coming home to watch sad romantic movies alone and be bitter about having nothing to do?" he guessed with a raised eyebrow. She glared at him; that was exactly what she had been planning on doing.

"And what might you suggest as an alternative?" she growled back, folding her arms crossly.

" –Well, it's really troublesome," Shikamaru sighed with a shrug, "But Kakashi's made sure I'm stuck doing room service tonight and it's a drag by myself." He gestured at the end of his trolley that had enough stable support for her to sit on.

"And you think your company is better than Bridget Jones' Diary?" Temari raised an eyebrow.

"Ask me a riddle," he smirked playfully, "I get it wrong; feel free to go watch your crappy chick flicks. I get it right; I'll entertain you enough that you can say your Saturday night wasn't filled with tears and ice cream." Temari raised an challenging eyebrow and wracked her brain for a moment.

"I'm where yesterday follows today, and tomorrow's in the middle," she finally decided, "What am I?" Shikamaru looked up at the roof for a moment, his eyes glazing over; and Temari was almost convinced he wasn't going to get it when he shrugged.

"Easy; a dictionary," he replied, pushing the trolley alongside her so that she could sit on the end of it. She glared at him for a short moment before gracefully placing herself on the end and crossing her legs daintily over the side.

"Until I am measured, I am not know; yet how you miss me, when I have flown," Shikamaru remarked with a small grin as he started pushing the trolley off down the hallway towards another room.

"Time," Temari sniffed as though it was that simple. Her competitive nature flared to life and she immediately began trying to think of the most complex riddles she could.

Temari spent the next few hours on the end of Shikamaru's trolley; the two of them trading increasingly difficult and complex riddles, puzzles, mathematical problems and general knowledge questions. His reservoir of useless information and memory retention seemed practically limitless. One of the rooms that they were serving had opened their door to find the two of them arguing over odd prime numbers and had challenged the two to a Pi reciting competition that had gone on for about two entire minutes before Temari mucked up, leaving Shikamaru to continue for another eighteen digits before growing tired. He'd received a very large tip.

That hadn't been the only time either; once, they'd been asked to recite the States of America in alphabetical order (Temari had won that) and another person had asked for a rap of the periodic table that the two of them had been able to reproduce. Even when they hadn't been roped into some ridiculous (yet completely necessary) competition, Shikamaru walked away with a much larger tip than usual.

"This must be the effect of having a young woman in a black dress accompanying me," he remarked as he pocketed yet another fat tip from the seventh floor, pushing the trolley along, "I wonder if the amount given is proportional to the attractiveness of the woman…" He looked so thoughtful that Temari felt like hitting him. Instead, she just stuck her nose in the air and inquired, "What's the score?"

"Fifty-three to me, forty-nine to you," he answered with a small smile, running a hand through his tied back hair, and she couldn't help but notice for the thousandth time that night how well he pulled off casual. It was then that she suddenly realised that he had small silver studs in both ears.

"Tuck your damn shirt in, Shikamaru," she snapped crossly, "You're making me look bad."

"Troublesome," he sighed, but doing as she asked, "If anything, I'm making you look better." She knocked on the door he had pulled up to, announcing, "Room service," since he was busying correcting his shirt.

" –And roll down your sleeves; you look scruffy," she sniffed, glaring at him crossly as she leaned back on the trolley. He just gave her a tired, annoyed look, "Shikamaru, you work at a five star resort; you'd think you'd put a bit of effort it…"

"But it's such a drag…" he complained, suddenly noticing the old couple that had opened the door to their room to find the two of them squabbling.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Temari remarked, glaring at Shikamaru to hand over their order. The old man took it with a smile.

"Oh, it's no trouble," the old lady replied in a sweet voice, "It was so nice of you to spend the evening with your boyfriend –and looking so lovely too!"

"He's not my boyfriend," Temari corrected her quickly.

" –No one picked her up at the bar so I got stuck with her," Shikamaru replied with a sigh and a small smirk in the blonde's direction.

"That is not what happened…" she protested.

"…Troublesome…" he rolled his eyes and pointedly pushed his sleeves up to aggravate Temari. The old couple just smiled at them, and the old lady tugged on her husband's sleeve with a small chuckle.

"Oh, aren't they just like us when we were young?" she remarked with a reminiscing sigh and a bright smile, "Oh, this brings back such memories, doesn't it?"

"Go on, give her a kiss," the husband urged in that friendly way that old people do that seems like if you do what they want, it will make their life complete.

"We…we aren't together," Temari reminded him.

" –Oh, it would be so lovely; you don't see young love these days…" the woman sighed in that slightly disappointed voice that again, old people sometimes use.

"It'll mean the world to my wife," the man assured them as the old lady looked on them with kind eyes. Temari was about to protest again, when all of a sudden she felt something grip her chin softly and turn her. Her words were completely cut off as a pair of firm lips pressed themselves against hers. Her eyes widened as his closed and he moved his lips against hers for a better angle, causing her eyelids to flutter shut.

The kiss was slow and deep, and Temari felt a light blush dusting her cheeks; her breath hitching as she felt the touch of a tongue slow and languidly against the seam of her lips. A shiver ran down her spine and warmth began to pool in her stomach.

Just as she parted her lips to grant him access, he pulled back and immediately averted his eyes; fighting down a blush of his own as she settled back into her seat; the old couple looking absolutely delighted as they handed over a rather large tip. They said their goodnights and left Temari and Shikamaru to head off in silence.

"Well, that was the last one," he remarked, checking his pager and discovering to his relief that they had received no new orders that weren't being covered by other employees. By some unsaid consent, they took the elevator back to the third floor and Shikamaru wheeled Temari to her room, where she got off the trolley and opened her door.

"Might I order some of that wine?" she inquired coyly, and he nodded, pushing the trolley into her room as she turned on the lights. He poured her some wine and shut the door. She turned and took the wine glass from his hand and their hands touched briefly for a moment. With a sigh, she looked up into his eyes and then turned away. Shikamaru simply raised an eyebrow; very confused at the manner in which she was acting.

And then it hit him as she turned to face him again, sipping at her wine. She was staring not at his eyes, but at his lips.

Now, Shikamaru prided himself on being observant, so now he kicked himself for not seeing it before. He leaned up against the wall, hitting the dimmer on the lights and causing her to turn to look at him strangely. He walked towards her slowly and she didn't back away; entranced by the intrigued look in his eyes. He took the wine glass from her hand and she offered no resistance.

"This is so troublesome…" he murmured under his breath as he cupped her face in both hands and leaned down to kiss her. Their lips had only connected for a delicious few seconds before Temari pulled away from him; aghast.

"What are you doing?" she snapped crossly and he just gave her that same, blank stare.

" –If you're not feeling it, I guess I'll just be leaving then," he remarked simply, turning with a small smirk. Temari stayed rooted to the spot for a long moment; wanting to kick him out for being a smug asshole, but desperately wanting him to kiss her again; and properly this time.

"Shikamaru, wait…" He smirked to himself smugly –but that was before he was spun around and pushed roughly onto the bed; Temari climbing on top and straddling his waist.

"I knew it," he remarked.

"Shut up," she demanded, before he grabbed her neck and dragged her down to devour her mouth hungrily.

The first thing she was stunned by was how he was such an amazing kisser; he knew exactly what he was doing with that tongue. The second thing was that when she unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off…he was hot.

Hot was an understatement. Lying there beneath her; lean body exposed; Shikamaru was sexy. He slid her dress up and over her head, licking his lips slightly at the sight of her perched atop his groin in a matching set of black lace.

"Admiring the view?" she sniffed cheekily

"Someone was hoping to get lucky tonight," he drawled with a grin, running his hands down the bare skin of her back and swiftly rolling the two of them so that he was on top.

" –Why, Shikamaru, that's the most energetic thing I've ever seen you do," she mocked as he unbuttoned his pants and kicked them off the bed –ignoring the jibe. Her next words were lost as he pressed his lips back to hers and busied one of his hands with sneaking down into her underwear. She trembled in anticipation when his fingers expertly located her clit and started rubbing gently; his tongue deep within the moist cavern of her mouth. His eyes were closed and his brow furrowed in what might've been concentration as he rubbed a harder with his thumb and caused her to gasp into his mouth. Another of his fingers slyly traced the length of her slit, knowing that she was already getting wet. His lips descended to her neck and nibbled at her throat. She moaned and gripped at his back and his hair.

Teasingly, Shikamaru dipped one of his digits inside her and began to stroke against her inner walls, not ceasing his assault on her clit. She moaned again –a little throatier this time, and began to rock herself against his hand; forcing him deeper. He obliged by adding a second finger; feeling her grow even wetter by the second; her inner walls greedily clamping around the intrusion. She was beginning to breathe heavily.

As her body arched in pleasure, he took the opportunity to swiftly unhook her bra and pull it off; latching his lips to a nipple and gently nibbling at it as she closed her eyes; body shaking. Her eyelids fluttered, and she briefly caught a glimpse of Shikamaru's tongue caressing one of her nipples; eyes closed as though it was him that was getting pleasure from the action. The sight was so erotic that she immediately felt herself grow even wetter. He obviously felt this, as he looked up at her and smirked that lazy half smile that she had discovered she found incredibly sexy, and he slowly pulled off her underwear; leaving her lying there completely naked. She looked up at him coyly and he raised an eyebrow, running his hands down her sides as if to memorise her shape with his hands. As he did so, she grabbed him and pulled him in for another kiss, flipping them back over so that she was back in her original position.

She slunk backwards, pulling off his briefs, and his semi-erection springing free. Her jaw dropped.

"You are ginormous," she remarked flatly and he just shrugged as best he could from where he was propped up on his elbows. She took his thick cock in one hand and started stroking it firmly; satisfied when she watched him throw his head back and buck his hips up into her hand. As she began stroking with greater intensity, he looked up at her; breathing heavily, with lust lidded eyes and she knew what he wanted.

Leaning over to her drawer, she fished out a condom and tore it open, swiftly rolling it down over his now massive, hard cock; her body practically shivering in anticipation of what it was going to feel like inside her. If his fingers were anything to go by, he knew what he was doing.

Slowly, she clambered back on top of him, his eyes watched her every move with thinly veiled lust as she took his erection in one hand and guided it to her tight heat. Slowly, ever so slowly; the head of his cock pressed inside her, and she planted her hands firmly either side of him to keep her steady as she sank down further and further onto him; impaling herself upon his arousal. When she was finally seated against his hips; with him completely filling her, she breathed heavily; unused to his size.

He groaned in a low tone, eyes closed in pleasure as she slowly began to ride him; her hips rising and lowering with increasingly more force as she forced him deep inside herself. His hips bucked up to meet her; matching her pace perfectly as his hands gripped her hips; forcing her down even harder against his steady thrusts.

It didn't take long for Temari to be throwing her head back in ecstasy as Shikamaru thrust up into her; his huge cock stretching her and filling her with pleasure as he bucked his hips with such speed and energy that she wondered if she was dreaming.

All of a sudden, he pulled out of her and flipped them over so that he was once again dominating her, and without missing a beat; thrust inside her, angling perfectly to penetrate her even deeper. She moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly; his lithe body lined with sweat and his teeth gritted to prevent himself from moaning wildly. He was focused on Temari.

Her body was writhing in pleasure, and she leaned up to scatter harsh kisses across his throat as her hands clutched at his hair. He could feel her inner walls beginning to tighten and he smirked, thrusting even harder; skin slapping against skin as he began to pound her uncontrollably. Her moans increased in pitch, and she gasped out his name as she reached orgasm; her body arching as she was completely overcome with pleasure. Shikamaru continued to thrust into her without abandon until he too, reached release; gasping and panting heavily as he came.

For a moment, all was silent in their post-coital bliss save for quiet panting.

"…I suppose you have energy when it counts…" Temari managed to breathe out before Shikamaru kissed her again.

"…Troublesome," he whispered.

An hour later, Shikamaru groaned and shifted his weight away from Temari, who was lying up against his chest; to discover that there were several messages on his pager. Temari grinned at him slyly and kissed him gently on the lips. He smiled that half-smile but had to pull away from the kiss.

"As much as I'd like to stay for round three…" he remarked, staring at her naked form as she pulled back the sheets invitingly, "…And I really would…I think there's only so long I can say I was held up for…"

"Oh you're no fun," she snapped playfully, throwing his shirt at him and grabbing her dressing gown from the couch to wrap around herself.

"Oh, I'm no fun, am I?" he mocked, tipping her chin and kissing her deep and slow again; the way she loved it. He pulled on his pants hurriedly, checking to see just how many pages he'd missed while Temari threw him his shoes.

"Ow."

A few minutes later, he was kind of dressed, and was about to kiss Temari good-bye, when she bodily pushed him from the room with his trolley.

"Hey there Shika," Hidan's voice remarked in a very amused tone as he trundled down the corridor with a trolley of his own. His co-worker looked like a complete wreck. His pants were crinkled, his shirt was creased (and buttoned incorrectly); one sleeve was up and the other was down; he was only wearing one sock; and his ponytail was a mess.

"…Is that lipstick on your collar?" Hidan inquired teasingly, "…And on your neck…"

" –Say anything and I'm telling Iruka about your blonde," Shikamaru warned.

"And I'm shutting up…"

Temari giggled and sneakily dragged Shikamaru back into the room for a surprise kiss before just as suddenly pushing him back out and slamming the door on him. The lazy genius just sighed, yawned, and rolled up his sleeves. "God that woman is trouble."

Only one chapter to go! There are two sequels as well; just so you know!