Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

The Show

By: Prism0467

Mmm...quite a talented mouth he's got there, Kankurou thought to himself as he sat on the couch, brows furrowed, licking his lips as he witnessed a scene that not even he had anticipated.

Kankurou was hard. Frankly he couldn't not be, seeing what he was seeing. The fact that he was hitting the bull's-eye with his plan to out Shikamaru and consequently end his sister's tireless campaign to get the man to commit to her only made it better.

It had only been a few minutes since the drink was spiked - not more than ten, Kankurou was sure. He had executed the task without detection, but hadn't expected Neji to pick up the drink and take a sip of it before handing it off to Shikamaru.

The 'scene', as it were, evolved quickly. The two long-time friends had been sitting at the kitchen table chatting with Naruto and drinking. Suddenly Neji was staring at Shikamaru through pale, glazed eyes, and Shikamaru's brows were furrowing in response. Neji's hand slowly reached towards Shikamaru's face, fingers bracing against the other's hairline as the pad of his thumb glided the length of one of the man's eyebrows.

Shikamaru leaned into the motion with half-lidded eyes before picking up his cup and draining its remaining contents, the gulp loud enough that it could be heard in the room full of people.

Agile fingers were against Shikamaru's lips next, wiping off the spiked fluid that had missed his mouth before retreating into Neji's, where he sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving those of his friend.

By now Shikamaru's rapid panting had attracted the attention of more than just Naruto and Kankurou. Everyone in the room watched in shock and awe as Shikamaru reached out for his friend, hands grabbing both sides of Neji's head and dragging him forward, their mouths meeting in a desperate kiss.

The sounds of smacking, grunts and moans interspersed with harsh breaths as the two men stood and maneuvered their bodies away from the table. Gasping and murmuring ensued from their audience; Kankurou smirked as someone announced 'it's about time', and others concurred. The fine sheen of perspiration that covered the bare skin of both men shined in the light of the room as they pawed at each other in an attempt to get their tongues as far into each other's mouths as humanly possible.

The next thing anyone knew, the two men were on the floor kneeling in front of each other with little room for even light to get between their bodies. Observers looked on in mute fascination as Shikamaru took control of the kiss. One of his hands held Neji's upper arm; the other fisted in Neji's long, loose locks at his nape, tilting his head as deft lips and tongue worked Neji's mouth with vigor. Their eyes were closed and both men rocked back and forth against each other. Then Neji's arm slid around Shikamaru's waist, his hand pushing up the man's shirt in back as it slipped beneath the fabric to press them impossibly closer together.

The two men were young, sexy, ridiculously good-looking... they always came off like the bored genius and haughty rich boy team-up that they were, at least to anyone who didn't know their horribly repressed truth. It was unfortunate that Kankurou's older sister, Temari, fell into that category. Kankurou couldn't understand how; he had always given his sister credit for being more astute compared to other females. Her devotion to getting Shikamaru to eventually see reason and commit to her had been amusing to Kankurou at first. Soon after, however, it became apparent to everyone in their family that intervention was a must. Temari needed the blinders removed, to know the truth, and for the love of God, to move on.

Kankurou knew his method wasn't the most honorable one. But he didn't think he would have needed to go to such an extreme if it had been anyone else. Frankly, Shikamaru and Neji were more deeply in denial than any two men he knew! Besides, this was for his sister. And Kankurou's method hadn't just worked, it had been marvelously effective. Stick-way-up-there Neji, unwittingly taking the potion himself, and then responding to its effects like a cheap whore? In public? That was just icing on the cake.