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I wonder if I should stop napping. I had.. the strangest and most disturbing dream ever. What is wrong with me lately?
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Dream: NC-17
Shikamaru : The filing room was not as brightly lit as normal, which Shikamaru found strange since both lights were on. Nevermind the fact that the bulbs were a different color than the light they emitted. Shikamaru found himself in the room with a stack of papers in his hand. Blank papers. They were to be filed away with other top secret documents. He made his way over to one of the cabinets and opened it to find it empty. So he tried another which was messily filled to the brim with blue and green paper. Instead of words, each seperator tab swirled and when touched, displayed a random picture. He began to file the blank sheets of white paper, which turned yellow.
Izumo :Izumo walked into the room in ANBU armor. The mask that kept shifting colors and patters was attached to his waist. e walked quickly over to Shikamaru, for some reason barefoot. "I need that paperwork." What paperwork was not stated. Why he was wearing what he was wearing wasn't stated either. Blue eyes looked at Shikamaru as if waiting for the boy to find something.
Shikamaru : The boy seemed to know exactly what the other man was asking for as he turned and pointed to the cabinet that was previously empty. "I filed it in there," he informed confidently even though Shikamaru had never stepped foot in this room before in his life. The teen was not barefoot, but his clothing was different. He wore only his fishnet top and a pair of loose hanging blue shorts. His hitai-ate was on the small table in the room, even though he never put it there.
Izumo : Izumo seemed to not care about the paper now that it was found, instead fingers entwined in the mesh of the boys shirt and he was pulled towards the older man. "Where did the scroll go?" As he said it, Izumo moved closer, pressing against Shikamaru's leg. Yes it was a school boy joke, but the man was still very hard.
Shikamaru : The stack of papers in his one hand should have fell to the ground at the sudden movement, but they simply vanished as they were forgotten. The light in the room seemed to take on more of a blue tint as Izumo pressed his crotch into Shikamaru's leg. A surprisingly lame answer followed, "I feel it in your pocket, Izumo-sama." He offered a cheerful grin, having somehow done a good job at finding this elusive scroll.
Izumo : Never mind the file cabinate had been a few feet away, it was now diretly behind Shikamaru and somehow the boy was presed up against it as Izumo started tracing through all the Hiragana in order and then reverse order on the boy's collar bone. With one hand he held Shikamaru against the files, but with the other he grabbed the magically hard cock in those shorts.
Shikamaru : He gasped, feeling as if he had been hard all along. He certainly couldn't remember not being aroused. Shikamaru's hands caressed firmly over the skin tight ANBU shirt then slowly began to cut through the material with a kunai. It felt natural and normal, as if he destroyed Izumo's shirt every time they did this.
Izumo : Of course that happened every time they did this... He pressed against the boy and dropped to his knees. The shorts were gone and he leaned forward. Warm lips wrapped around just the head of Shikamaru's cock, as blue eyes looked up at him. The man's tongue swirled around the head, just tasting him as hands moved to wrap around the rest of the shaft.
Shikamaru : Not only did the kunai cut through the material, but it caused it to simply disintegrate and leave Izumo's torso bare. Shikamaru leaned his head back as the man started to tease his cock and threw the kunai with startling accuracy that made it jam into the lock on the door. His hands came up and ran through his loose hair as one would in an Herbal Essences commercial. Mouth slightly open and eyes closed, Shikamaru washed his hair as he moaned in pleasure.
Izumo : Izumo swallowed and moaned, as if he were the one getting sucked off instead of the other way around. His hands gripped Shikamaru's thighs as he took the younger man's cock into his mouth. he never closed his eyes though, instead staring up at Shikamaru with the very different blue eyes so there was no doubt which Izumo this was.
Shikamaru : His hair was now stringy and wet and hanging messily around his face. His hand pressed into Izumo's hair, fingers curling into the strands. Shikamaru's eyes opened slightly to take in the view, but ending up staring deeply into the strange blue of Izumo's eyes. His hips rocked opposing the man's motions while his free hand started to glide over his bare chest. He moaned the other man's name loudly as he felt the pleasure course through his body.
Izumo : He swallowed, making sure the undulations of his throat could be felt as he moaned again. He continued to look up, taking the other young man as deep as he could. His teeth ran along the underside of the cock in his mouth, not hard, just enough to be felt. Fingers gripped into Shikamaru's thighs a little harder, almost enough to cause pain, but enough to steady the older man as he concentrated fully. His tongue stroked over the flesh where his teeth had pressed, soothing and stimulating as he went. Everything was now just a battle between his skill and the other's resistance.
Shikamaru : Shikamaru's eyes widened as he watched. Watched and felt. Felt the light brush of the man's teeth and the following sensations from the tongue. Without realizing, the boy moaned loudly as he pushed his hips forward wanting to feel more of the warm mouth engulfing his length. It seemed so normal, as if the two engaged like this on a regular basis. His hand tugged a bit roughly on Izumo's hair as the older man's fingers dug into him.
Izumo : Dark blue eyes half closed as he rolled his eyes back. The sound that came from his mouth was near indescribable. It was more a vibration than audible. Even just a hint of rough caused him to shudder. One of his hands moved to Shikamaru's stomach and pushed him hard against the wall as he sucked harder, taking the other man's cock as deep as he could, ignoring his gag reflex. His other hand slipped between the now off balanced boy's legs to stroke his balls. He didn't bother to hide that his hand was traveling farther back. He knew exactly what he was doing, there was no doubt of that.
Shikamaru : Despite the hard push, the genius gently pressed more against the wall. His breath caught as the vibration moved along his cock and up his spine in pleasure. His hand grabbed tightly to a coat rack as his legs began to feel as if his bones softened and his legs would simply give from under him. He barely knew the man in his dream even though he moaned out his name with a casual comfort to it.
Izumo : His hand slipped farther back. With a quick swallow, he withdrew the cock from his mouth, then blew across the moist member, causing a twitch from the sudden cooling before engulfing the man in one smooth motion again. As he took him into his mouth though, a single finger penetrated Shikamaru. More than one wouldn't be needed after all. He knew exactly where to aim for and how to stroke exactly in time to the ministrations his mouth was lavishing on the hard piece of flesh in his mouth.
Shikamaru : His head lulled back a bit as warmth was quickly replaced with cool air causing more than his cock to twitch. The quick surrounding of heat to follow made his fingers dig into Izumo's scalp as he bucked his hips into the man's mouth. Strangely, Shikamaru did not tense as the digit penetrated him despite his absolute fear of such a thing. Instead a soft gasp escaped from his lips and he leaned even more on the wall.
Izumo : Izumo stroked him inside, searched for that cluster of nerves that would get the result that his mouth alone wasn't getting. He swallowed and hummed, vibrating and contracting against the hot cock. He grunted and closes his eyes. Now he was concentrating on nothing but trying to get the other man off. His mouth and teeth combined with lips and tongue to stroke and caress and then scrape, keeping him on the edge about what was coming next. He pushed his finger deeper, trying to get a reaction.
Shikamaru : White sparked behind Shikamaru's eyes as the older man brushed over the sensitive spot inside him. He groaned loudly and shuddered, almost losing his balance completely. The pleasuring sensations swirled through his mind as Izumo's minstrations continued to change. His muscles clamped down on the man's finger then, tensing from the overwhelming feelings that wracked his body.
Izumo : Hearing that moan, Izumo knew he was so close and would just take the slightest bit more to push him over that cliff. He gasped and sucked harder, his finger brushing those muscles even as he tried to increase the amount of sensation just that little bit more to throw him over the edge. He opened his eyes, looking up at Shikamaru, making sure the boy saw how deep his cock was down his throat.
Shikamaru : His hands clenched tightly on their respective objects and Shikamaru moaned even louder. His hand happened to pull tightly on Izumo's hair as he further tensed, the warmth in his groin that had been building now starting to move through his body. His breath hitched as he looked down at the other shinobi just before his climax hit him. He thrust his hips instinctively into Izumo's mouth as he groaned and spilled. He couldn't help the slight shaking from the incredible feeling passing over him.
Izumo : And just like everything started, when it was over was just as abrupt. Izumo stood up and licked his lips once as he swallowed. As if he was offering some sort of explanation, he tossed a mission report he had somehow been hiding onto the desk and said, "You forgot to make more coffee." He tilted his head as if nothing unusual had happened. He was completely in unruffled uniform as he pointed at the refrigerator that was in the mission room suddenly. "The grocery list." Sure enough, there was a yellow piece of paper stuck to the fridge. With that, he walked out of the room.
Shikamaru : Shikamaru was completely dressed again as if nothing had ever happened. Without much thought, he walked over to pick up the grocery list and look it over. It listed items that one would not get in a grocery store, yet he did not seem confused by this as he folded the paper and put it in the pocket of his chuunin vest.
OOC =====================================================
Dream: NC-17
Shikamaru : The filing room was not as brightly lit as normal, which Shikamaru found strange since both lights were on. Nevermind the fact that the bulbs were a different color than the light they emitted. Shikamaru found himself in the room with a stack of papers in his hand. Blank papers. They were to be filed away with other top secret documents. He made his way over to one of the cabinets and opened it to find it empty. So he tried another which was messily filled to the brim with blue and green paper. Instead of words, each seperator tab swirled and when touched, displayed a random picture. He began to file the blank sheets of white paper, which turned yellow.
Izumo :Izumo walked into the room in ANBU armor. The mask that kept shifting colors and patters was attached to his waist. e walked quickly over to Shikamaru, for some reason barefoot. "I need that paperwork." What paperwork was not stated. Why he was wearing what he was wearing wasn't stated either. Blue eyes looked at Shikamaru as if waiting for the boy to find something.
Shikamaru : The boy seemed to know exactly what the other man was asking for as he turned and pointed to the cabinet that was previously empty. "I filed it in there," he informed confidently even though Shikamaru had never stepped foot in this room before in his life. The teen was not barefoot, but his clothing was different. He wore only his fishnet top and a pair of loose hanging blue shorts. His hitai-ate was on the small table in the room, even though he never put it there.
Izumo : Izumo seemed to not care about the paper now that it was found, instead fingers entwined in the mesh of the boys shirt and he was pulled towards the older man. "Where did the scroll go?" As he said it, Izumo moved closer, pressing against Shikamaru's leg. Yes it was a school boy joke, but the man was still very hard.
Shikamaru : The stack of papers in his one hand should have fell to the ground at the sudden movement, but they simply vanished as they were forgotten. The light in the room seemed to take on more of a blue tint as Izumo pressed his crotch into Shikamaru's leg. A surprisingly lame answer followed, "I feel it in your pocket, Izumo-sama." He offered a cheerful grin, having somehow done a good job at finding this elusive scroll.
Izumo : Never mind the file cabinate had been a few feet away, it was now diretly behind Shikamaru and somehow the boy was presed up against it as Izumo started tracing through all the Hiragana in order and then reverse order on the boy's collar bone. With one hand he held Shikamaru against the files, but with the other he grabbed the magically hard cock in those shorts.
Shikamaru : He gasped, feeling as if he had been hard all along. He certainly couldn't remember not being aroused. Shikamaru's hands caressed firmly over the skin tight ANBU shirt then slowly began to cut through the material with a kunai. It felt natural and normal, as if he destroyed Izumo's shirt every time they did this.
Izumo : Of course that happened every time they did this... He pressed against the boy and dropped to his knees. The shorts were gone and he leaned forward. Warm lips wrapped around just the head of Shikamaru's cock, as blue eyes looked up at him. The man's tongue swirled around the head, just tasting him as hands moved to wrap around the rest of the shaft.
Shikamaru : Not only did the kunai cut through the material, but it caused it to simply disintegrate and leave Izumo's torso bare. Shikamaru leaned his head back as the man started to tease his cock and threw the kunai with startling accuracy that made it jam into the lock on the door. His hands came up and ran through his loose hair as one would in an Herbal Essences commercial. Mouth slightly open and eyes closed, Shikamaru washed his hair as he moaned in pleasure.
Izumo : Izumo swallowed and moaned, as if he were the one getting sucked off instead of the other way around. His hands gripped Shikamaru's thighs as he took the younger man's cock into his mouth. he never closed his eyes though, instead staring up at Shikamaru with the very different blue eyes so there was no doubt which Izumo this was.
Shikamaru : His hair was now stringy and wet and hanging messily around his face. His hand pressed into Izumo's hair, fingers curling into the strands. Shikamaru's eyes opened slightly to take in the view, but ending up staring deeply into the strange blue of Izumo's eyes. His hips rocked opposing the man's motions while his free hand started to glide over his bare chest. He moaned the other man's name loudly as he felt the pleasure course through his body.
Izumo : He swallowed, making sure the undulations of his throat could be felt as he moaned again. He continued to look up, taking the other young man as deep as he could. His teeth ran along the underside of the cock in his mouth, not hard, just enough to be felt. Fingers gripped into Shikamaru's thighs a little harder, almost enough to cause pain, but enough to steady the older man as he concentrated fully. His tongue stroked over the flesh where his teeth had pressed, soothing and stimulating as he went. Everything was now just a battle between his skill and the other's resistance.
Shikamaru : Shikamaru's eyes widened as he watched. Watched and felt. Felt the light brush of the man's teeth and the following sensations from the tongue. Without realizing, the boy moaned loudly as he pushed his hips forward wanting to feel more of the warm mouth engulfing his length. It seemed so normal, as if the two engaged like this on a regular basis. His hand tugged a bit roughly on Izumo's hair as the older man's fingers dug into him.
Izumo : Dark blue eyes half closed as he rolled his eyes back. The sound that came from his mouth was near indescribable. It was more a vibration than audible. Even just a hint of rough caused him to shudder. One of his hands moved to Shikamaru's stomach and pushed him hard against the wall as he sucked harder, taking the other man's cock as deep as he could, ignoring his gag reflex. His other hand slipped between the now off balanced boy's legs to stroke his balls. He didn't bother to hide that his hand was traveling farther back. He knew exactly what he was doing, there was no doubt of that.
Shikamaru : Despite the hard push, the genius gently pressed more against the wall. His breath caught as the vibration moved along his cock and up his spine in pleasure. His hand grabbed tightly to a coat rack as his legs began to feel as if his bones softened and his legs would simply give from under him. He barely knew the man in his dream even though he moaned out his name with a casual comfort to it.
Izumo : His hand slipped farther back. With a quick swallow, he withdrew the cock from his mouth, then blew across the moist member, causing a twitch from the sudden cooling before engulfing the man in one smooth motion again. As he took him into his mouth though, a single finger penetrated Shikamaru. More than one wouldn't be needed after all. He knew exactly where to aim for and how to stroke exactly in time to the ministrations his mouth was lavishing on the hard piece of flesh in his mouth.
Shikamaru : His head lulled back a bit as warmth was quickly replaced with cool air causing more than his cock to twitch. The quick surrounding of heat to follow made his fingers dig into Izumo's scalp as he bucked his hips into the man's mouth. Strangely, Shikamaru did not tense as the digit penetrated him despite his absolute fear of such a thing. Instead a soft gasp escaped from his lips and he leaned even more on the wall.
Izumo : Izumo stroked him inside, searched for that cluster of nerves that would get the result that his mouth alone wasn't getting. He swallowed and hummed, vibrating and contracting against the hot cock. He grunted and closes his eyes. Now he was concentrating on nothing but trying to get the other man off. His mouth and teeth combined with lips and tongue to stroke and caress and then scrape, keeping him on the edge about what was coming next. He pushed his finger deeper, trying to get a reaction.
Shikamaru : White sparked behind Shikamaru's eyes as the older man brushed over the sensitive spot inside him. He groaned loudly and shuddered, almost losing his balance completely. The pleasuring sensations swirled through his mind as Izumo's minstrations continued to change. His muscles clamped down on the man's finger then, tensing from the overwhelming feelings that wracked his body.
Izumo : Hearing that moan, Izumo knew he was so close and would just take the slightest bit more to push him over that cliff. He gasped and sucked harder, his finger brushing those muscles even as he tried to increase the amount of sensation just that little bit more to throw him over the edge. He opened his eyes, looking up at Shikamaru, making sure the boy saw how deep his cock was down his throat.
Shikamaru : His hands clenched tightly on their respective objects and Shikamaru moaned even louder. His hand happened to pull tightly on Izumo's hair as he further tensed, the warmth in his groin that had been building now starting to move through his body. His breath hitched as he looked down at the other shinobi just before his climax hit him. He thrust his hips instinctively into Izumo's mouth as he groaned and spilled. He couldn't help the slight shaking from the incredible feeling passing over him.
Izumo : And just like everything started, when it was over was just as abrupt. Izumo stood up and licked his lips once as he swallowed. As if he was offering some sort of explanation, he tossed a mission report he had somehow been hiding onto the desk and said, "You forgot to make more coffee." He tilted his head as if nothing unusual had happened. He was completely in unruffled uniform as he pointed at the refrigerator that was in the mission room suddenly. "The grocery list." Sure enough, there was a yellow piece of paper stuck to the fridge. With that, he walked out of the room.
Shikamaru : Shikamaru was completely dressed again as if nothing had ever happened. Without much thought, he walked over to pick up the grocery list and look it over. It listed items that one would not get in a grocery store, yet he did not seem confused by this as he folded the paper and put it in the pocket of his chuunin vest.