Kakashi laughed too, in saying:
"Yeah, maybe. You're thinking of a foursome?"
"KAKASHI! Not Gaara! I can't stand it!" burst out Naruto.
"Okay, okay, alright…a time or another we should talk seriously of this thing…we can't go on this way…" answered Kakashi.

"I can remember when it was good - Moments of happiness in bloom"...here comes the foursome Guy/Kakashi/Orochimaru/Shikamaru :3

Skias onar anthropos

Shikamaru was thinking too much.
First of all he was thinking of his personal business – his FATHER, namely. Then – Orochimaru.
Orochimaru had changed his uniform.
He had decided to dress in a way that was somewhat similar to Anbu's uniform.
A black slim-fit sleeveless shirt – WOW – black trousers, military trousers but low waist – WOW! – and combat boots, which was a total revolution among ninjas.
In Itachi's body, moreover.
Now he had half Itachi's face, half his own – or well, he had Itachi's face with Orochimaru's expressions.
Fuck it, Shikamaru liked that guy.
And Kakashi liked Guy.
That was obvious – that was maybe the reason why Kakashi had allowed him, Shikamaru, to think about Orochimaru.
Who, moreover, was nearly constantly harassing the two of them – Shikamaru when Kakashi wasn't there and Kakashi when Guy wasn't there.
But more than this – more than anything – Shikamaru was thinking about the demons thing.
The Jinchuuriki thing.
Not only had he had the idea – now he was even planning EVERYTHING.
He decided which scholars could or couldn't get into the research.
He decided which techniques to use.
He decided in which directions to look for what.
He decided which resources they had to use.
He decided WHO did WHAT – and that was the most important thing.
Then he was also helping Kakashi in putting the alliance together.
The Sand had had many problems in accepting Orochimaru's help – that was also happened with a small fraction of Konoha's ninjas.
"Orochimaru's gain hasn't been at the expense of Konoha?" said the haters.
No one ever answered.
The aftermath of Orochimaru's last bullshitting had still to end. That was undeniable.
But couldn't they see it was ending?
Then, it was Orochimaru to answer, in the end.
"My choice is NOT made" said he "I have gone against you and have hurt you and okay, that has been mutual.
Now aren't we nil-nil?
No one has gained a thing.
I haven't killed more people than any of your heroes.
Let me repair the damage I've done, if you consider it being so.
This is my hometown.
I will defend it.
Clear?"
Konoha reflected.
"Where insecurity abounds, the least bad is the best" said some peasant.
And even ninjas don't dare to contradict peasants.
Though their history said "DON'T" the up-to-time logic said "DO".
Their history was full of bad instances, or well, instances of bad things – as for alliances.
Ninjas' alliances had always been ephemeral as butterflies – anyone knew that any ally could turn to enemy – or, even worse, turn out to be an enemy.
Anyways the thing worked.
Kakashi worked hard, Orochimaru was incredibly cooperative.
He promised, he proofed, he accepted, he neglected, he abjured, he vowed.
The Sand in the end accepted.
The Sand people were intelligent people – the desert trains you like fuck to life.
The desert trains and educates you.
Need, drought, poverty, scarcity of meanings – these are all things that make you intelligent and reasonable soon.
Gaara was the perfect instance.
He was 16 – and he thought like an old man.
So, that was the idea: Any ally could turn to enemy, so any enemy could turn to ally.
Serpents and deserts have always had a good relationship.
As for Konoha – Konoha was so tired of the bullshit itself had done, that anything would be acceptable to come out of it.
Konoha was tired of being under internal and external threat: at least, having Orochimaru and the Sand as allies meant not having them as enemies.
At least for the time going.
Orochimaru helped a lot in Konoha.
All of his magic and his jutsus – he built up houses, cleaned streets, healed anyone, built barriers, trained militaries.
Not that, in the beginning, he had not thought of being paid – in some way, straight away or after the war would end – for what he was doing.
But he told this to Shikamaru, and Shikamaru wasn't pleased with it.
"Sell not a deed of generosity.
You have already seen what it's like, to be a traitor.
You've played the rebel and now you're begging to be welcomed back home.
You already know what it feels like – okay, drop feel, what it IS like – when the illustrious name you had becomes a hissing and a reproach among your brothers.
Drop this shit, Oro. Try being good.
It has never hurt anyone" ended he, sighing and resuming his work.
Orochimaru took the advice – sensible advice – and helped trying not to think about his personal gain.
But for one thing.
KAKASHI.

Shikamaru – it was just a matter of time.
Shikamaru had already let Orochimaru embrace him, kiss him on the forehead and touching him – nearly – everywhere.
But KAKASHI.
Guy – was not so stupid – and had quite seen his trials on Kakashi.
Guy was always going around with Kakashi, Guy witnessed everything happening to Kakashi.
Guy saw those trials.
Guy went angry.
He blocked Orochimaru, out of Kakashi's sight, and tried to make it clear: "Keep the motherfucking relationship on a strictly business booting".
He sounded bitter – but more than that, he sounded worried.
Orochimaru laughed, sneering, and answered: "Would he like knowing what you're doing right now?"
Guy didn't answer, grabbed Orochimaru's collar and watched him menacingly.
Orochimaru sighed and breathed deep in.
Obviously the message had not gone across.
He spoke slower, higher and with a snarl twisting his cruel mouth into a strange shape below his blazing eyes.
"Keep OUR fucking relationship on a business booting, fucker.
Or I'll end up killing you.
Understood?"
Then Kakashi called Guy and the latter had to drop the thing there.
Orochimaru and Guy never talked about this again.
Orochimaru did both what he wanted to do and what Guy wanted him to do.
That was normal, to Orochimaru.
Then he had the strange feeling of being dangerous, for Kakashi.
Kakashi was still incredibly psychologically fragile – that Naruto thing, the wound was still bleeding.
The only time they had talked about it, Kakashi had said:
"Aren't we guilty of it?"
Of course he meant: 'Ain't I guilty of it?'
Guy was the only one to get the answer right:
"Yes, we ARE ALL GUILTY OF IT."
Kakashi replied:
"Couldn't we do something we've not done?"
Orochimaru answered:
"Possibly."
Shikamaru answered:
"Probably."
Guy asked:
"How guilty would that make us?"
Kakashi answered:
"Guilty enough."
Orochimaru thought 'a total victim' with an odd mixture of compassion and scorn.
And so, Orochimaru could only impact violently on that victim's balance – changing too much, asking too much, implying too much, and putting too much at risk.
No, that was better, for the moment – that Kakashi stayed with Guy.
Moreover, what Orochimaru felt for Kakashi was purely a sexual thing.
A lot of other people would do, if not Kakashi.
Guy was evidently in love with Kakashi.
And Kakashi trusted Guy so much – even if Guy was so stupid, Kakashi was always looking upon him, to understand what he had to do.
Orochimaru had not great difficulties in leaving them to themselves.
In truth he was scarcely seeing Kakashi, since they were quite never in the same place.
As we said, Kakashi was always going around with Guy – Shikamaru partly with them and partly with "the Scholars".
Konoha was building a proper Academy in its bosom.
An academy which had a research to do, with a specified goal – a research which involved philosophy, epistemology, physics, biology, wizardry, and DEMONS.
Orochimaru and the Academy changed everything.
The sand moved half of its army on Konoha, moreover – security, safety, order, culture, normality.
After a while, it seemed to be the same as it had been before.
It seemed.
Konoha was blistering.
Konoha was seething.
As an adjunct to the system he already had to manage, Shikamaru found himself also busy with the militaries.
Orochimaru trained them, and Shikamaru had to choose officers and things like this.
All the strategy was up to him.
The problem was – he wanted to put police and Anbus together with 'normal' ninjas.
And the three of them weren't so happy with this.
Anbus were Anbus, policemen were policemen, and militaries were militaries.
But Shikamaru was fucking stubborn.
Logical thinking makes you stubborn.
You know you're right.
But those "fucking warm-blooded" ones didn't want to understand it. So Shikamaru forced them to do it.
Kakashi said he didn't give a fuck.
The Anbus were continuously creating problems – they were avowed enemies of Kakashi's government – so FUCK IT – just to say FUCK THEM.
It makes perfect sense politically – so why bother doing anything for people who aren't going to support you?
Morally, it's another thing, okay – but what has morality got to do with politics?

The research – that was another thing.
It seemed really that – you can't put more than two humans in a fucking pool without having them immediately starting to fucking quarrel.
Konoha's academics warred – illiterate fool became a leit motiv.
Advances in research were many but slow and scattered around, still discrete.
Shikamaru tried to lead them – that became soon impossible.
So, Kakashi decided to move also Orochimaru in that research thing – that meant, Orochimaru and Shikamaru were constantly together.
Shikamaru, as we said, had moved to live in the Hokage's palace – Guy also – Kakashi of course lived there – Orochimaru had been housed there.
Fuck it.
That is quite simple to understand.
Orochimaru and Shikamaru worked together, lived together, they even bathed together.
It took them a week, then the fact happened.
They were in Shikamaru's office – yeah, they both had their personal offices – and they were talking about the demons, properly.
Shikamaru was trying to make Orochimaru talk of himself – he said:
"You're like – a bit like a Jinchuuriki, fuck it, aren't you?
You have this serpent thing – okay you two are now completely fused – but you saw how it's like, to have another conscience in yours, isn't it?"
"Actually that's another conscience in your brain.
The two consciences are always divided – discrete.
It begins like a fearful picture of a vision, which appals your senses with hideous fantasies, but convinces not your reason.
It's like a dream, an empty vision of the night, which, were it a waking reality, would not affect you."
Shikamaru listened carefully and went to sit on the desk, near Orochimaru – who was sitting in Shikamaru's place, overbearing as he always was.
What Shikamaru liked in him, moreover.
Orochimaru stretched the legs on the desk, crossed the arms and went on:
"As long as my control rate stayed constant, I could decide what the serpent did or didn't.
Then my control rate started to fade.
It was him – that is his way of entering a body.
I could force him out, but I didn't want.
I didn't want.
A serpent is not only fascinating – it's kind of – soothing.
It's not only pleasuring, it's healing.
Serpents are like water.
A thing I didn't understand, and you can clearly see it now, is that serpents always change.
I changed.
You see it.
I changed a lot, and I hadn't foreseen I would do it.
Now, the things I've done impair my future.
I have done unforgivable things, I have done things that should be considered capital sins one by one.
My lot in life has been this serpent."
Shikamaru pulled his legs on the table, crooking and holding his knees with his arms.
"Often I realize I want to be alone, just like you do when you want to talk with yourself..."
Shikamaru's eyes were blazing.
He leaned his elbows on his knees, hands dropped down, joined together.
Orochimaru began to play with one of Shikamaru's bracelets.
Shikamaru smiled.
Orochimaru went on talking:
" ...and in truth what I'm really looking for is the demon, the bad bastard, the radge inside of me who shuts down my brain.
Then I find him and I think 'whoah, it's okay'.
All I feel though, is an ugly, choking anger."
Orochimaru's hand hung from Shikamaru's bracelets, Shikamaru watched it, thoughtful – there was something hypnotic in Orochimaru, when he talked.
Then Orochimaru tranquilly moved the hand on the other's knee, and left it there, still.
Shikamaru looked him, waiting for him to talk again.
"As for the control thing – once he's taken control, a demon or an animal spirit – the law is always the same: he can't control what you do, and you can't control what he does.
You can only collaborate – you convince him or he convinces you."
The hand, between Shikamaru's knees.
"No one can really control it, but I've known some fuckers, like myself, to accommodate it."
Shikamaru's legs rattled.
Orochimaru bit the inside of his lips, thinking, with a half smile – as always – stamped on his face.
Shikamaru leant a bit backwards, loosened the hands and put them on his knees.
Naturally following the movements, his knees spread a bit.
His hands touched Orochimaru's hand.
For a moment.
Orochimaru's hand swept lower and stopped on his thigh.
Shikamaru couldn't breathe.
Then Orochimaru laughed, moved the hand and grabbed the bracelet again.
He sat back and smiled to himself, not even looking at the other as he talked reflectively, now without any
bitterness: "Funny how it all works out, eh?"
Shikamaru laughed sadly. He grabbed Orochimaru's hand and moved it back on the thigh.
Orochimaru resisted.
One second.

Obviously they didn't fuck the first day.
Orochimaru COULD control himself – or well, he thought he would let it all out with Kabuto, when he came back from where the fuck he was gone to.
Kabuto, Kabuto.
Was he escaped? WHERE?
Kabuto, NO. Kakashi, NO. Shikamaru, NO.
That was why they didn't fuck the first day, but the third.
Poor thing, Orochimaru was imploding.
Then you have to take into account their "Kai" healing – as long as the active part had energy to give, there was no reason to stop...
The next day Orochimaru was happy like fuck.
Shikamaru was happy like fuck either but prayed any existing or possibly existing God to NOT LET HIM MEET KAKASHI 'cause really, Kakashi would tear him apart.
All those Gods either didn't listen to him or didn't exist.
Kakashi called him in his office, and Shikamaru was pleased.
At least Guy would have been there.
NO.
Shikamaru entered the room and blushed as soon as Kakashi watched him.
Then he became violet.
Kakashi was cut in half between the impulse to laugh and the impulse to kill Shikamaru with a Raikiri.
Then he chose the second – but Shikamaru had already broken down in tears, still blushing, even shaking – goddamn, you cannot make a person feel like that 'cause you're jealous.
Kakashi couldn't simply avoid being moved – there was an actual reason to be moved, isn't it?
He could avoid making Shikamaru feel like that.
"OKAY, OKAY, SHUT IT DOWN, okay, fuck it, Shikamaru"
The other held his breath for a second, looked him, sobbed again and started to cry anew.
"It happens, it's normal! DON'T WORRY! My god, how sensitive you are..."
And here he eventually laughed.
Shikamaru calmed slowly down.
Kakashi stood up and invited him to seat down, Shikamaru did and continued to avoid Kakashi's eyes.
Kakashi sat down himself.
"Right hitting the spot, I'd say..." he caught his breath and watched him, seriously.
"Well, c'mon, there's nothing broken. He hasn't possessed your soul, I mean.
But I ACTUALLY would say – wouldn't it just be BETTER – IF, to say – you and I worked a bit more together, the next months?"
Shikamaru nodded. "But..."
"I know, I KNOW. Still him. Well, keep him. I keep Guy...that's a matter of fact."
He paused and looked the wall for a second.
"How is it called?" he said then, laughing stupidly "A foursome?"
Shikamaru burst suddenly out laughing, fell literally off the chair, holding his stomach, hit the ground and stood up – still laughing.
Kakashi stood suddenly up, went round the desk and threw Shikamaru on it – Shikamaru laughed helplessly – Kakashi embraced him and kissed him, nearly choking him, while he still was laughing.
Twenty minutes later Shikamaru threw him off himself, slapped him – actually violently – and laughed saying:
"Are you fucking gone mad?"
Kakashi didn't speak and kissed him again.
Then he stopped, looked Shikamaru with blazing eyes and asked:
"...how's he, in the end?"
Shikamaru looked him, smiled and sighed – no words needed.
Kakashi felt that he was again cut in two – 'WOW OROCHIMARU' and 'is he BETTER THAN ME for Shika?'
Wow, Orochimaru.
There was also a part of Kakashi's conscience that thought 'Hey, faggot, that guy has killed Sasuke, killed Jiraya and also raped the earlier. Fuck it, Kakashi...it's worse than a betrayal, from a moralistic point of view.'
Kakashi neither listened to it.
He kissed Shikamaru, went to the door, locked it and came back.
Shikamaru sighed heavily and complained:
"You're unstoppable...you two won't leave me time to work, Kakashi."
Kakashi didn't answer, bowed on him and began to undress him quickly – Shikamaru continued to laugh, when he wasn't kissing Kakashi – that was all so too much fucking beautiful.
Kakashi was different, really different from Orochimaru.
The warm and the cold blooded, let's say.
Kakashi was also a bit less – uhm, let's say – direct than Orochimaru.
It meant that Kakashi at least paused some ten minutes between a – rush – and another.
Orochimaru practically didn't stop. That was the cold blood – he didn't feel fatigue. He could go on for days, thought Shikamaru.
Both Kakashi and Orochimaru had the habit of talking in action.
But both of them had also the habit of – forgetting to prepare Shikamaru a little, before acting.
With the both of them, Kais were as frequent as kisses...
Kakashi decided to avoid telling Guy about this.
Shikamaru decided to avoid telling his mother about this.
They both decided to tell Orochimaru about this the SOONEST possible.

"WHEN DOES GUY LEAVE THAT GUY ALONE FOR A DAY OR TWO?"
"Oro...I think it won't happen."
"I want the threesome, Shika."
Shikamaru blushed immediately. "YOU CAN'T TELL ME THIS LIKE THAT!"
Orochimaru laughed, kissed him and pressed their crotches together.
He moved his one to slip between Shikamaru's thighs – looking for a way in, just to say.
Shikamaru laughed.
"You're a fucking addicted. You're a junkie. You're no more cold-blooded than-"
Orochimaru kissed him, pawed his ass and pressed the jack on the plug – Shikamaru began to count down.
Six, five, four – Orochimaru looked him in the eyes, Shikamaru nodded – three – Shikamaru's trousers – two – Orochimaru's trousers – one – their boxers – zero – in.
Mathematical.
Another main difference between Orochimaru and Kakashi was that Orochimaru never let go of his mouth.
He could kiss him three fucking hours long, and he had also already done it.
Maybe a reason for that was that Shikamaru would simply scream in pain, if Orochimaru didn't do so – at least the first two minutes.
Then it was all downhill from there.
And while Kakashi's mean performance lasted fifteen minutes, Orochimaru's – maybe 'cause of the cold blood – lasted twenty-five minutes.
That would have been fucking hurting, weren't it for the Kais.
Orochimaru was the perfect distraction, and that pain – temporary pain followed by ecstasy – was the best medicine for Shikamaru, at the time.
His father.
That had been a bad blow.
When he was with Orochimaru and they weren't fucking, Shikamaru thought already less of his father's death – but in those moments, won from grief, Shikamaru literally thanked God for the suffering.
And they had even tried to reverse it.
And Orochimaru had also fucking liked it!
Shikamaru didn't, not really.
He could play the active role nearly with anyone – among those who were still alive – of his age.
Orochimaru was too precious to be wasted like this.
But the threesome, the threesome...the demons...the Jinchuuriki...the alliance...Konoha.
Konoha had found another ally.
The Mist country.
Yeah, their old enemy...friend or foe?
They were allies, now.
Kakashi had to send someone to put down their agreements.
He chose Guy.
Guy went, with Tsunade – that was a good choice, of course, and sending Neji with them was even a better one.
The Mist honestly wanted to be on Konoha's side.
But better checked then fucked, as we may say – Neji had screened their consciences and they were alright.
Guy was away from Konoha for three days – and in those three days the crack happened.

Orochimaru took Kakashi as soon as Guy left the village.
Neither of the two was seen out of the palace the entire day.
The day after they brought in Shikamaru.
And the thing Shikamaru liked the most was watching the others acting!
The first morning Kakashi woke Orochimaru up, taking a certain type of breakfast – and of course Orochimaru was A LOT pleased.
Probably he asked Kakashi to have also that type of lunch.
The second morning Kakashi woke up both Orochimaru and Shikamaru.
Orochimaru liked it the most – that was soothing in a way, it was like having someone taking extremely care of you.
Therefore Orochimaru began to use a jutsu of his – a cleansing jutsu – so that they neither had to wash themselves.
Apparently Kakashi was quite talented for it – and he also had evidently a thing for it.
The third day, to Shikamaru's displease, Orochimaru chose to concentrate on Kakashi.
Guy would come back soon.
With Shikamaru, he could fuck anytime – with Kakashi he couldn't.
Only at sunset they involved Shikamaru, the three of them altogether.
Kakashi was nearly exhausted.
Shikamaru wasn't neither thinking.
Orochimaru was happy.
He had just had the most elating news of his life – Kakashi HADN'T – with Guy – yet.
HA – I came first. HA HA HA.
First with the one and first with the other.
As soon as Guy went back, Orochimaru had one of the saddest news of his life.
Kabuto was dead.
Guys from the Mist village had found the body, dropped on a river's edge near them.
There was also another problem.
Guy had came back when the three of them had already washed themselves seriously, tided up everything and were tranquilly feigning a business conversation in Kakashi's office.
That didn't help, with him.
It was not his instinct, it was not Kakashi's face or something on him.
It was OROCHIMARU'S facial expression.
That FUCKING VICTORIOUS GLANCE.
Orochimaru leered, smiled bastardly – he giggled and rapped with his fingers on the desk.
Kakashi looked him, looked Guy, sprang up and said:
"Okay, you two, I'll let you know."
Shikamaru and Orochimaru nodded and went away.
Only Kakashi knew Guy enough – only Kakashi knew that he had comprehended. And only Kakashi knew how sensitive Guy was.
Guy appreciated the reaction.
He didn't appreciate at all the actions that had evidently been performed.
He wondered about data – HOW LONG HOW MUCH THREE TWO WHO HOW Kakashi, fuck it...
He decided to ask Kakashi.
Later.
He walked to the door, he locked it, he went to Kakashi and began to hit him.
Kakashi didn't react to the first blows – then it really began to hurt and he raised his hands, grabbing Guy's wrists.
Guy stopped suddenly, swallowed tears and grabbed Kakashi's shirt.
He didn't say a word; he hugged him crying a little in rage.
Kakashi hugged him too and they stood there silently, Kakashi's face in Guy's hair and Guy's face in Kakashi's hair.
C'mon, they had been best friends for twenty years.
That was why Kakashi suddenly realized something, lifted the head and said to Guy, locking eyes sidelong:
"That is only that, Guy. That is only that. It's not like with you. It's nothing more than – that."
He paused, looking Guy.
Who breathed in, relaxing and then saying "Aaah..."