We'll say that there's no difference between right and wrong tonight
This IS pg-13 because I left out utterly classic details that I'm dying to add, but for an outline how it this?
(( And yes, OMG ANIMES!))
Shikamaru was disturbed. He had just felt level headed and had been clearly thinking in this fight, this was his revenge after all. Because Temari...well now Temari was gone. This beast... This inhuman ravaging, sinner had murdered her in cold blood. Now he could never tell Temari how he felt.
But now he was losing, his reactions becoming slower and his footwork was slipping. As Shikamaru lunged at Itachi, Itachi grabbed Shikamaru's wrist, slamming him against the tree, pressing his weight against him to pin him there. Itachi's sharingan was strong and peering into Shikamaru's mind and so he closed his eyes to avoid torture.
Shikamaru felt something soft and moist move across his lip and the pressure release, immediately reached for his kunai, but a hand caught his and entertained its fingers with his. They were strong sturdy hands he realized as the other hand pulled around his waist. Was this his end? No... this touch wasn't rough, but a slight caressing feeling.
Shikamaru let out an involuntary pleasuring shiver as smooth lips were pressed to his neck.
"Itachi?" He said in a short whisper. There was no reply. The hand slid under his vest unzipping it from the inside and slid him out of his shirt. What was going on, and why was he feeling aroused?
The hand slid over his chest moving downward and finally Shikamaru turned to face Itachi. Both blushed, Shikamaru's face as pink as a cherry blossom in late bloom.
Itachi's jacket was unbuttoned, his broad chest boasting out at Shikamaru who was now lost in Itachi's dark eyes as they were pulled into a deep and lustful kiss.
(( And yes, OMG ANIMES!))
Shikamaru was disturbed. He had just felt level headed and had been clearly thinking in this fight, this was his revenge after all. Because Temari...well now Temari was gone. This beast... This inhuman ravaging, sinner had murdered her in cold blood. Now he could never tell Temari how he felt.
But now he was losing, his reactions becoming slower and his footwork was slipping. As Shikamaru lunged at Itachi, Itachi grabbed Shikamaru's wrist, slamming him against the tree, pressing his weight against him to pin him there. Itachi's sharingan was strong and peering into Shikamaru's mind and so he closed his eyes to avoid torture.
Shikamaru felt something soft and moist move across his lip and the pressure release, immediately reached for his kunai, but a hand caught his and entertained its fingers with his. They were strong sturdy hands he realized as the other hand pulled around his waist. Was this his end? No... this touch wasn't rough, but a slight caressing feeling.
Shikamaru let out an involuntary pleasuring shiver as smooth lips were pressed to his neck.
"Itachi?" He said in a short whisper. There was no reply. The hand slid under his vest unzipping it from the inside and slid him out of his shirt. What was going on, and why was he feeling aroused?
The hand slid over his chest moving downward and finally Shikamaru turned to face Itachi. Both blushed, Shikamaru's face as pink as a cherry blossom in late bloom.
Itachi's jacket was unbuttoned, his broad chest boasting out at Shikamaru who was now lost in Itachi's dark eyes as they were pulled into a deep and lustful kiss.
We'll leave no trace of plans that we have made
So they can't find us and take what is ours
So they can't find us and take what is ours
