commitment is a sin unto one's self.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Hyuuga Neji & Haruno Sakura & Nara Shikamaru
Prompts: 003. flashes of euphoria & unthemed 6/03. want
Word Count: 1538
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Contains scenes unsuitable for those under 18 years of age.
Notes: Written for 500themes & mission_insane. Sequel to a drumbeat to which we must all march.. Part 2/3.
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It’s very fortunate that his injury is but a hairline fracture. Green, soothing chakra flows from her palms into his injured bone, mending the crack until it slowly bleeds back into one flawless piece. Sakura’s exhausted when she finishes, nearly depleted of her last chakra reserve but it’s still a smile that brushes across her face. On the bed, her two lovers have both collapsed into each other, battered and drained from the mission; one is snoring softly while the other is expressionless in his drug induced sleep.
Sakura watches the scene for a moment, trying to etch every single detail into the depths of her memory. Shikamaru’s peaceful expression, his singed hair and even the slight bit of drool gathering on the corner of his lips are details she imprints into her brain. After a moment, she blinks and the image fades away into reality and she climbs into the small bed with them. Shikamaru stirs slightly, but Neji doesn’t even budge an inch.
She breathes one, two and three times consciously; the last thing she notes is the large crack on the wall that starts at the base and grows until it eventually splits into three, each end further from each other than the previous.
-
The time ticks away unforgivingly, and before they know it, there are only three allowable days left. Seven spent away on the mission, and four in healing; it’s something Neji secretly begrudges himself for, a slight error in judgement that cost them dearly. But even three days is better than nothing, especially when the sweet sound of Sakura’s laughter blends with the shy smiles and smirks Shikamaru offers between chuckles fills his days.
Surprising both Sakura and Neji, it’s Shikamaru that takes the first step this time around.
They’re sprawled on the bed, absentmindedly reading; Sakura with a mid-sized medical tome, Neji with some scrolls and Shikamaru with a shogi book. They’re not exactly awkward with each other, but there’s this tension hanging in the air between them like a large elephant in the room. Suddenly the book has slipped through Shikamaru’s fingertips and replaced in his hands is Sakura, all of Sakura, roaming and exploring like a hungry lion, starved for what it needs. It catches her off guard, but a tiny squeak is all she has to show for her surprise before she is reciprocating, hands and mouth all on board as she kisses him and touches him, trying to fill that void called need.
With her heart pounding and mouth still devouring Shikamaru’s with a ferociousness borne of deprivation, she tugs away at the thin layer of clothes separating their naked bodies, not caring that his undershirt tears under the force of her hands. As his shirt is destroyed, so is hers, as Shikamaru’s hands work away at her garments with a nimbleness borne of practice, and her shirt and bra both go sailing away. The heat of the moment has her mind blanking into flashes, and suddenly her panties have also been torn away, but she is only able to gasp and moan as Shikamaru’s lips suck, tug and lick away at her hard nipples. She can feel the slick wetness between her thighs moistening as her desire to be filled takes over her mind. She grinds against his hardened member for a moment, teasing him, enjoying the feeling of it against her opening.
Ironically, Shikamaru is a man of little patience, and after just a moment of her teases, he grunts, holds her firmly by the hips and thrusts hard into her. He can feel the pleasure exploding through him as her warmth surrounds him, her tight walls contracting against him. Sakura grimaces at first at the rough entry, but with every new thrust the overwhelming feeling of being filled, laced with the pain of being so much smaller, gropes at her until she is but a mess of moans.
On some days it’s imperative that all three contribute to the hot mess that bind them together, but today, Neji plays the spectator, enjoying every last one of their moans and grunts as if they’re his own. It’s the ecstasy playing on Sakura’s face, and the beads of sweat gathering on Shikamaru’s forehead, slowly trickling down his face, dripping onto his rippling muscles as he thrusts. It’s the arch of Sakura’s back as an orgasm hits her, and their combined bliss as they pass over the edge together. But whatever it is, it delights and fulfills Neji in a way that participating can’t.
As if on cue, the two collapse into each other, limbs splashing over Neji as they finish. Sakura finally blinks open her eyes, the emeralds hazed over. There’s a devious grin playing on her pouty lips as she swoops up to catch Shikamaru’s lips in a light peck before grabbing Neji and pulling him towards her lips. Sakura also loves playing the spectator, but not today. It’s been too long, and it’s like she’s a woman possessed. In a moment she’s straddling Neji and Shikamaru is hugging her and caressing her from behind. Her left hand is in Neji’s hair, grabbing and pulling and her right is tugging behind her at Shikamaru, reaching and roaming.
It’s not long before she feels Neji’s member harden beneath her. Still wearing that devious grin, she grinds on his lap in slow, circular motions until she sees the tension and raw need surface on his face. In one smooth motion she lifts up and down, his penis gliding smoothly into her opening. Both the moan that escapes her lips and the hand motion that pushes Neji flat on his back are involuntary, by-products of her pleasure. She rides him hard, thrusting herself onto him until she’s lying atop him, grinding every part of her body against him.
And it’s like this that she feels Shikamaru all of a sudden, hands first on her behind, and then him, also inside her. A gasp of pain slips from her mouth at the impossibility of being filled twice but they grind on, pleasure and pain. The three of them move in unison, thrusting and grinding until pleasure explodes through the three of them and they all collapse, sticky and sweaty into each other. Of their own accord, their limbs wrap around each other until they’re indistinguishable from the next, and like this, wrapped in their love and ecstasy, they fall asleep.
-
It’s nearly the end, with only fifty miles separating them from the warmth of being together and the reality of their lives. They’re sitting in the same clearing they first reunited in two weeks ago, this time eating a small, casual lunch. The air is light between them, but Sakura thinks it’s quite fake. Like every other ‘casual lunch’ that was its predecessor she tries to hold strong, smiling and laughing like nothing is amiss.
But truly, all she wants to do is cry and wonder at the uncertainty of the future, if there is a future for them. She feels it every time, this imminent feeling of doom. It’s a side effect of indulging in the taboo, but even knowing this, she can’t keep it at bay. There will never be a guarantee of the next time, or even of the days left of their current tryst. She wants to grab this feeling, this tiny world of theirs and hold on to it until the end of eternity, never letting them go. She wants to hug them and monopolize them so that she doesn’t have to share them with reality. She wants to do all of those things, except she’s wise enough to know it’s folly.
Instead, she smiles and offers another piece of bread to Neji. “I think we should head out in a few minutes. It’s getting quite late.”
Shikamaru nods his acquiescence. “Ten more minutes.”
There’s a stagnant pause then, as there always is. The discussion of next time is always awkward, no matter how many times they’ve had this conversation. The deadline of their current tryst is the fine line between their world and reality, and it feels like they have already crossed back to their real lives. Uchiha Sakura, future mother of Sasuke’s children, Hyuuga Neji, father of twins and Nara Shikamaru, devoted husband of the former’s best friend.
“So,” Neji clears his throat awkwardly. “Two, three weeks?”
“Yeah,” Sakura chimes in. Normalcy is her goal. “As usual, as long as the hospital isn’t too busy.”
“Yeah that sounds good - but we’ll have to make sure it doesn’t coincide with Ino’s birthday.”
There’s something different about this time and this promise, but Sakura can’t quite put her finger to it. It might have been the slight hesitation she sensed, or the completely legitimate excuses offered, but it saddens Sakura in a way she can’t understand. And though the promises of next time fall from their lips and hearts easily, Sakura’s jaded enough to know that reality follows no promise. There’s nothing she can do except hope and cling on; except, with each passing minute, hour and day, she loses sight of what it is exactly she’s holding on to, until, she fears, one day she will be unable to remember altogether.
Characters: Hyuuga Neji & Haruno Sakura & Nara Shikamaru
Prompts: 003. flashes of euphoria & unthemed 6/03. want
Word Count: 1538
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Contains scenes unsuitable for those under 18 years of age.
Notes: Written for 500themes & mission_insane. Sequel to a drumbeat to which we must all march.. Part 2/3.
-
It’s very fortunate that his injury is but a hairline fracture. Green, soothing chakra flows from her palms into his injured bone, mending the crack until it slowly bleeds back into one flawless piece. Sakura’s exhausted when she finishes, nearly depleted of her last chakra reserve but it’s still a smile that brushes across her face. On the bed, her two lovers have both collapsed into each other, battered and drained from the mission; one is snoring softly while the other is expressionless in his drug induced sleep.
Sakura watches the scene for a moment, trying to etch every single detail into the depths of her memory. Shikamaru’s peaceful expression, his singed hair and even the slight bit of drool gathering on the corner of his lips are details she imprints into her brain. After a moment, she blinks and the image fades away into reality and she climbs into the small bed with them. Shikamaru stirs slightly, but Neji doesn’t even budge an inch.
She breathes one, two and three times consciously; the last thing she notes is the large crack on the wall that starts at the base and grows until it eventually splits into three, each end further from each other than the previous.
-
The time ticks away unforgivingly, and before they know it, there are only three allowable days left. Seven spent away on the mission, and four in healing; it’s something Neji secretly begrudges himself for, a slight error in judgement that cost them dearly. But even three days is better than nothing, especially when the sweet sound of Sakura’s laughter blends with the shy smiles and smirks Shikamaru offers between chuckles fills his days.
Surprising both Sakura and Neji, it’s Shikamaru that takes the first step this time around.
They’re sprawled on the bed, absentmindedly reading; Sakura with a mid-sized medical tome, Neji with some scrolls and Shikamaru with a shogi book. They’re not exactly awkward with each other, but there’s this tension hanging in the air between them like a large elephant in the room. Suddenly the book has slipped through Shikamaru’s fingertips and replaced in his hands is Sakura, all of Sakura, roaming and exploring like a hungry lion, starved for what it needs. It catches her off guard, but a tiny squeak is all she has to show for her surprise before she is reciprocating, hands and mouth all on board as she kisses him and touches him, trying to fill that void called need.
With her heart pounding and mouth still devouring Shikamaru’s with a ferociousness borne of deprivation, she tugs away at the thin layer of clothes separating their naked bodies, not caring that his undershirt tears under the force of her hands. As his shirt is destroyed, so is hers, as Shikamaru’s hands work away at her garments with a nimbleness borne of practice, and her shirt and bra both go sailing away. The heat of the moment has her mind blanking into flashes, and suddenly her panties have also been torn away, but she is only able to gasp and moan as Shikamaru’s lips suck, tug and lick away at her hard nipples. She can feel the slick wetness between her thighs moistening as her desire to be filled takes over her mind. She grinds against his hardened member for a moment, teasing him, enjoying the feeling of it against her opening.
Ironically, Shikamaru is a man of little patience, and after just a moment of her teases, he grunts, holds her firmly by the hips and thrusts hard into her. He can feel the pleasure exploding through him as her warmth surrounds him, her tight walls contracting against him. Sakura grimaces at first at the rough entry, but with every new thrust the overwhelming feeling of being filled, laced with the pain of being so much smaller, gropes at her until she is but a mess of moans.
On some days it’s imperative that all three contribute to the hot mess that bind them together, but today, Neji plays the spectator, enjoying every last one of their moans and grunts as if they’re his own. It’s the ecstasy playing on Sakura’s face, and the beads of sweat gathering on Shikamaru’s forehead, slowly trickling down his face, dripping onto his rippling muscles as he thrusts. It’s the arch of Sakura’s back as an orgasm hits her, and their combined bliss as they pass over the edge together. But whatever it is, it delights and fulfills Neji in a way that participating can’t.
As if on cue, the two collapse into each other, limbs splashing over Neji as they finish. Sakura finally blinks open her eyes, the emeralds hazed over. There’s a devious grin playing on her pouty lips as she swoops up to catch Shikamaru’s lips in a light peck before grabbing Neji and pulling him towards her lips. Sakura also loves playing the spectator, but not today. It’s been too long, and it’s like she’s a woman possessed. In a moment she’s straddling Neji and Shikamaru is hugging her and caressing her from behind. Her left hand is in Neji’s hair, grabbing and pulling and her right is tugging behind her at Shikamaru, reaching and roaming.
It’s not long before she feels Neji’s member harden beneath her. Still wearing that devious grin, she grinds on his lap in slow, circular motions until she sees the tension and raw need surface on his face. In one smooth motion she lifts up and down, his penis gliding smoothly into her opening. Both the moan that escapes her lips and the hand motion that pushes Neji flat on his back are involuntary, by-products of her pleasure. She rides him hard, thrusting herself onto him until she’s lying atop him, grinding every part of her body against him.
And it’s like this that she feels Shikamaru all of a sudden, hands first on her behind, and then him, also inside her. A gasp of pain slips from her mouth at the impossibility of being filled twice but they grind on, pleasure and pain. The three of them move in unison, thrusting and grinding until pleasure explodes through the three of them and they all collapse, sticky and sweaty into each other. Of their own accord, their limbs wrap around each other until they’re indistinguishable from the next, and like this, wrapped in their love and ecstasy, they fall asleep.
-
It’s nearly the end, with only fifty miles separating them from the warmth of being together and the reality of their lives. They’re sitting in the same clearing they first reunited in two weeks ago, this time eating a small, casual lunch. The air is light between them, but Sakura thinks it’s quite fake. Like every other ‘casual lunch’ that was its predecessor she tries to hold strong, smiling and laughing like nothing is amiss.
But truly, all she wants to do is cry and wonder at the uncertainty of the future, if there is a future for them. She feels it every time, this imminent feeling of doom. It’s a side effect of indulging in the taboo, but even knowing this, she can’t keep it at bay. There will never be a guarantee of the next time, or even of the days left of their current tryst. She wants to grab this feeling, this tiny world of theirs and hold on to it until the end of eternity, never letting them go. She wants to hug them and monopolize them so that she doesn’t have to share them with reality. She wants to do all of those things, except she’s wise enough to know it’s folly.
Instead, she smiles and offers another piece of bread to Neji. “I think we should head out in a few minutes. It’s getting quite late.”
Shikamaru nods his acquiescence. “Ten more minutes.”
There’s a stagnant pause then, as there always is. The discussion of next time is always awkward, no matter how many times they’ve had this conversation. The deadline of their current tryst is the fine line between their world and reality, and it feels like they have already crossed back to their real lives. Uchiha Sakura, future mother of Sasuke’s children, Hyuuga Neji, father of twins and Nara Shikamaru, devoted husband of the former’s best friend.
“So,” Neji clears his throat awkwardly. “Two, three weeks?”
“Yeah,” Sakura chimes in. Normalcy is her goal. “As usual, as long as the hospital isn’t too busy.”
“Yeah that sounds good - but we’ll have to make sure it doesn’t coincide with Ino’s birthday.”
There’s something different about this time and this promise, but Sakura can’t quite put her finger to it. It might have been the slight hesitation she sensed, or the completely legitimate excuses offered, but it saddens Sakura in a way she can’t understand. And though the promises of next time fall from their lips and hearts easily, Sakura’s jaded enough to know that reality follows no promise. There’s nothing she can do except hope and cling on; except, with each passing minute, hour and day, she loses sight of what it is exactly she’s holding on to, until, she fears, one day she will be unable to remember altogether.