Neji brushed his thumbs over Shikam

Neji brushed his thumbs over Shikamaru's cheeks again, a soft smile crossing his features. He held the gaze of those cocoa irises on his pearly ones, and liked reading them, he waited. He waited for the doubt to be gone, for the shadows to die away, for the internal clash to come to an end. He waited for a sign, patiently, respectfully, longingly.

"God…" Shikamaru murmured, leaning against the wall, his hands still gripping the Hyuuga's wrists too strongly. He felt divided in more pieces than he ever been before, completely shattered, all his resolve, all his rational side completely broken and left for the wind to sweep away. His fingers trembled around Neji's wrists, loosening their crushing grip on the porcelain skin, sliding down the other man's defined arms, tracing his collarbone above the grey vest, pushing the shirt aside, caressing the delicate skin of the Hyuuga's neck. He felt Neji's pulse under his fingers, the racing beat heating his soul, spreading through his cells, one by one, making him hum quietly, as his eyes never left the pale ones that burnt with emotion right in front of him. "You completely destroy my rational side. You strip me of what I am, bare the worse side of me and yet…" he clicked his tongue, fingers brushing into Neji's dark hair, scratching his scalp, before entangling them into the threads of dark silk.

And then, he surrendered.

He pulled Neji to him. Catching the Hyuuga's breath with his, slamming their lips, devouring his mouth in a kiss that was too much of a need. Their mouths slid together, opening just enough to breathe each other, tasting each other, feeling all those thundering emotions, concealed for so long. He bit on Neji's lower lip, hearing him moan and curse as a rush of warmness spread on the Nara's stomach, making him hunger for more. He kissed the other man again, harshly, roughly, the necessity of the other's taste driving him almost mad. Tongues darted out, meeting halfway, sliding against one another, intensifying the kiss.

They broke for air and Shikamaru groaned when Neji slid his lips to nibble at the Nara's jawline, licking his pulse and letting a hand fall onto his chest and grip his shirt, before kissing him again. Their bodies pressed harder onto each other, the want boiling in their veins. The kiss was rough and passionate, burning with the intensity of that touch, denied for too long.

Shikamaru turned them around, pinning Neji against the wall, forcing a knee in between the Hyuuga's legs and sliding his body against the other man's, dropping open mouth kisses along the pale jawline. He heard Neji purr, the soft vibrations of his throat ripping a smirk out of the Nara's lips. Shikamaru open the visible buttons of the shirt leaving the vest untouched. He let his hands caress the defined exposed torso as he sucked and bit on the tender spot in the junction of Neji's neck and shoulder. The moan he got for that, sent a damned shiver down his spine, making his stomach twist, pressing their bodies tighter and rocking their hips together.

The Nara pushed Neji's shirt away from his left shoulder, biting a trail over the collarbone, as Neji's hands roamed down his back and tugged the Nara's shirt out of his jeans. Shikamaru planted a rough kiss on Neji's lips before leaning back just enough to rip his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor. The Nara was on him again in no time, kissing him hard.

Neji moved to open his vest and discard his own shirt, but had his hands pinned against the wall immediately. He was able to groan a protest in between their lips. The Nara chuckled, rocking their hips together again, clad erections asking for more. Slowly, the Nara opened the vest and the shirt fully, letting the fabric slid away from the Hyuuga's defined torso, his eyes scanning every detail of the other's skin.

"Next time, keep it." Shikamaru's voice was low and husky, whispering at Neji's ear before nibbling his lobe. He heard Neji's smooth laugh before having his lips claimed by the Hyuuga again, a slow kiss in the middle of the storm.

"Are you developing a weird fetish with my clothes, Nara?" Neji asked in a purr, their noses brushing as their eyes met again. Shikamaru smirked.

"I could develop all kinds of weird fetishes with you, but we can save that for later." He muttered, nibbling Neji's Adam's apple, the necessity of having him, feeling him, tasting him, was driving the Nara mad. He wanted more, he needed more, he surrendered to his lust and he didn't want to deny himself of anything anymore.

Shikamaru felt a tug on his scalp and his hair was framing his head in the next moment, before Neji's right hand was on it, tangling long fingers in the black threads, pulling him away from the Hyuuga's neck, giving him a sly look before kissing him fully and stealing the lead. Shikamaru moaned into the kiss as Neji's free hand traced his torso, nails marking the contours of his muscles, stirring the olive skin. His lips kissed the Nara's pulse and his collarbone, sliding down slowly until the tip of Neji's tongue licked a nipple, getting a gentle hum for it.