The theory that was the most appeal

The theory that was the most appealing for Shikamaru was Ayame’s, though. The ramen stand-owner’s daughter had said Kakashi had a nearly unmarred face, only accentuated by the scar running over his left eye. Nothing about deformed lips, an overbite or something equally ridiculous. Just a face with elegant, straight features but masculine edges. An aristocratic nose towering over thin, pinkish lips which would part to let warm breath ghost over Shikamaru’s cheeks as he…

Wow! Get a hold of yourself, Nara Shikamaru! Shikamaru scolded himself internally. His imagination ran riot and he had to calm down very, very soon since his loose sitting pants wouldn’t help to hide anything.
Since when did he let himself entertain thoughts like this anyway?!
Ah, screw that! You like it!, a new voice added helpfully, further weakening the Nara’s resolve to keep his hands on himself. In a non masturbatory way, that is. What’s wrong with that? You’re eighteen, nearly nineteen, and still you haven’t touched anyone besides you!

The voice was beginning to grate on Shikamaru’s nerves. He wouldn’t start today with touching anyone besides him, get it!
No problem with me there, boss. You see… Kakashi is IN FRONT OF you!!!
The crack in the youth’s willpower was almost audible as he let his eyes roam over the displayed body across from the forgotten Shogi board. Curiosity shone in the older man’s eye as he realized he was being checked out by the youngster in front of him; what did that mean?

Shikamaru’s brain worked in overload, analyzing and dismissing one plan of seduction after another. How to get someone as experienced and commonly known perverted as Kakashi be interested in someone as inexperienced and usually lazy and introverted as him?
Hectically thinking about exactly that (and only in the background of his mind wondering since when he acted this forward and… desperate) Shikamaru sank back slowly, letting his upper body sink down until he lay flat on the floor, cross-legged and his back and arms splayed on the ground. His position revealed a broad expanse of his stomach to be shown to the world and he began to play with the hem of his pants as he did often while sitting alone; the presence of the other man was forgotten for the moment.

An embarrassed “Harrumph” coming from Kakashi dragged the genius shadow user out of his thoughts and he sat back up, his hands coming to fall into his lap where a slowly growing erection began to tent his pants; not that he cared. He hadn’t come up with a plan this time, but for once he was tempted to trust his instincts and his intuition.

And exactly those two told Shikamaru to not hide the bulge in his pants. Kakashi’s eye nothing but stumbled over the sight presented to him and he couldn’t take away the single orb focusing on the throbbing lump between the Nara’s thighs. He had to fight the urge to clear his throat again; this time to get rid of the lump that seemed to have built in his gorge. He wouldn’t – couldn’t make a sound and make the other aware of where his gaze was.
But not making a noise – or some kind of movement – didn’t seem to be the right choice, either.

Shikamaru had begun to absently stroke his toned stomach, hidden behind a thin layer of cotton, almost accidentally touching his growing erection from time to time. The images of Kakashi writhing under him, toes curling in bliss and lips apart in a long moan made him grow hard in record time and an unmistakable tent stood prominently between his legs, twitching in time with his heartbeat.

Finally his eyes found Kakashi’s curious glance and Shikamaru nodded, now purposefully groping his own crotch, clearly indicating what he was after. He still wasn’t entirely sure what made him act as bluntly as he did, but he blamed the sake for the time being.
It wasn’t like he was acting totally against his preferences, though. He knew he lusted after Kakashi; after the experience, the maturity, the brains and the looks – the mystery that was Sharingan No Kakashi.

“Kashi-“ the young man breathed, lips parting in a silent and promising moan.

“Shikamaru, I’m not sure we should-“

“But we could, Kakashi!” Shikamaru interrupted the jonin, slowly rising in a way that made his throbbing length even more noticeable in the confines of its cage. “And I want to!”

“But I am too-“

“Sexy for your own good,” the teen interjected, now moving over to where Kakashi lay paralyzed.

“No! I’m that much-“

“More experienced than me and willing to show me your tricks,” Shikamaru cut the other man short and reached his destination, hovering over the other’s unmoving form.

“Shika, it’s-“

“More than just one kiss.” And it was a kiss that stopped Kakashi from trying to say what was wrong with this whole situation.
Warm lips moved over dark material, covering the already covered lips and Shikamaru wanted nothing more than to feel Kakashi’s mouth on his right now. He wouldn’t rip down the mask, though – this was the one step Kakashi was supposed to go. It wouldn’t do for the chunin to have to rape his soon to be lover. Kakashi might not know about his luck, but it was all home free in Shikamaru’s mind.

“Shi-“

“Would you please stop complaining, Kakashi? I’m trying to seduce you over here, you know?” The Nara was near desperation because of the whole nagging and not returning the kiss. He hadn’t done something wrong, had he? It had been his first time seducing another person, after all. It had all played out in his mind!
Would you please stop interrupting me, Shikamaru?” the Hatake chuckled deep in his throat. “It might be a bit more comfortable if we would change the setting, don’t you think? For example onto that perfectly fitting bed right over there where you can ravage my body all to your liking!”


That had gone nearly too smoothly and Shikamaru was alerted to every possible attempt to escape. Holding his shadows on call he followed the silver haired man over to his bed.
Sinking down onto the mattress Kakashi pulled the younger man on top of him until he straddled his hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he whispered, not stopping the caress of the other’s back despite his words.

“Then you won’t believe this, either,” Shikamaru answered in a breath and pulled down the jonin’s mask, giving a shit about his plan of letting Kakashi pull it down as soon as he was willing to. He had to feel, to taste the man lying under him!
And what he felt! And what he tasted!! It was nothing like the first ‘kiss’ they had shared just moments ago, what had been nothing more than a peck on a layer of cotton. Now Shikamaru felt the warmth of slightly chapped lips seeping into his own flesh, felt hot blood rushing under the thin layer of pinkish skin. It was more than he could take at the moment and a pleasured moan escaped his mouth, warm breath fanning over Kakashi’s mouth which coaxed him to open his lips.

A whole new world of sensations befell the young Nara and threatened to take him away. Only the skilled tongue of one Hatake Kakashi got Shikamaru back to reality and back to the task at hand. This consisted of mapping the Hatake’s mouth with his tongue and relishing in the wild, somehow powerful aroma of the man beneath him.


Kakashi was troubled by his own thoughts. Yes, he was a porn addicted perv and yes, maybe he was taking advantage of a young, inexperienced man but – hey, he was the victim, right? He was being seduced by the genius of Konoha! Nobody could possibly blame him for falling for the temptation formerly known as Nara Shikamaru.
Screw you, remorse; I’ll deal with you later. And with a sigh Kakashi opened his whole posture to the man towering over him, letting him slide even closer to his body and making himself vulnerable to the other’s actions.