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[uglynicc]

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[this-is-my-canon]

Day 7 for @narutokinktober, Somnophilia

KakaShika

Summary:

A long day at Hokage Tower is exhausting for both Kakashi and Shikamaru, but Kakashi finds a way to unwind from the day that requires no energy on Shikamaru’s part

[woofgang69]

Rating: E

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi/Nara Shikamaru

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Fourth Shinobi War, porn with a little plot, and porn with a little feelings, but mostly Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Hokage Hatake Kakashi, Nara Shikamaru-centric, Flirting, First Kiss, and all smutty tags on ao3 where my siblings aren’t 😂

Summary: Being the Hokage was a stressful job, but Shikamaru was more than happy to help Kakashi relax.

And link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43658806

Written for the @narutorarepairexchange!

[dark-elf-writes]

Hot for Teacher in a nutshell:

Iruka: That’s so irresponsible! What if Naruto gets hurt?

Kakashi: …

Naruto: *held up by one ankle, cackling, asking to go higher*

Kakashi: Idk he seems fine

Iruka: *kill bill sirens*

[bouncyirwin]

So after reading Knock Knock, Let the Devil in again (I can’t praise you enough with how good that story is ♥️) and I’m so invested in the the dynamic between Shikamaru, Sakura, and Kakashi!

And because I have a question (and I hope I’m not bothering you by asking this 😭) how do you think Kakashi and Shikamaru would react if Sakura either came back from a mission seriously injured or if they found her seriously injured from a mission?

Hiii, thank you so much for this ask, I’m always so ready to gush about these three!

When I read this ask, inspiration quite literally slammed into me and I churned this out in a sprint session. Oops.

Word Count: 2,126 words

I present to you a one-shot in the knock knock-verse.

It was too early in the day to function, yet Shikamaru was in the Hokage’s office bustling about, feeling only half-human as he guzzled on his third coffee. “Fuckin’ paperwork,” he muttered disdainfully at the sight of an ungodly pile marked with his name.

That had to violate some natural law. How this became Shikamaru’s routine was beyond him.

Once upon a time, he professed that his deepest wish was to lead a mediocre life. And here he was.

Tsunade showed up ten minutes late, visibly drunk and doing very little to conceal it. “Morning,” she tossed over her shoulder and made a beeline for the coffee machine.

“Hokage-sama,” Shikamaru said, studying the dark circles under her eyes and her ashen pallor. “You look …”

He clamped his mouth shut. Was it worth getting assigned a D-rank to let her know she looked like shit? Probably not.

“Save it kid, I know,” she waved a casual hand and slumped in her chair. “Couldn’t care less with the night I pulled.”

“Drinking again, Hokage-sama?” he inquired with polite interest.

“Ha,” she said. “I wish.”

When he raised an eyebrow, she elaborated, slumping even further in her chair. “Sakura,” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “They brought her back yesterday.”

Shikamaru’s heart sank. “Brought her back?”

“Yes, there was an ambush and she was badly injured—cracked every one of her ribs, that idiot. And the hospital was out of B-positive blood so Shizune had to sit the healing session out to donate blood. Nearly ran myself dry trying to keep her breathing…” Tsunade was scrubbing at her face but Shikamaru wasn’t listening anymore—he could barely hear her over the deafening roar of his heartbeat.

“Is she alive?” he demanded once he found his voice. “Is she going to be okay?”

“Yes, but she’s going to need plenty of rest—” the rest of her sentence remained a mystery for Shikamaru tore out of the room with a single-minded focus.

In the space between heartbeats, rationality was tossed out of the window. It left behind a desperate and half-crazed person—he needed to see her, to hear her heartbeat, to see the lively green of her eyes and he wasn’t going to rest until it happened.

He burst through the hospital doors undoubtedly looking like he’d escaped an asylum. The nurse he cornered shot him a bewildered look. “Sir, are you—” she began to say when he cut her off.

“Haruno Sakura,” he demanded breathlessly. “Her room. Where can I find her?”

“Sir,” she attempted again, sounding a little exasperated. “Haruno-san just underwent extensive surgery, she’s not allowed visitors, only family members can see her.”

Shikamaru pinned her with a no-nonsense look. “Akane-san,” he read off her name tag. “By order of the Hokage, I’m here to see Haruno Sakura.”

Akane shuffled nervously. “Do you have an official slip?”

He arched an eyebrow at her, as if to say ‘really?’.

“I-I might get in trouble,” her eyes shifted unsurely. “I need to put you down as a relative and you’re… what would I mark you down as, sir?”

It occurred to him a second later that he was being a total ass. But rationality had already fled. He was now a mess of frayed nerves.

The toddler bawling in the background wasn’t helping his case, and neither was the frantic husband demanding to see his wife at the reception, babbling about … oh.

Shikamaru turned back to the nurse, and before he realised what he was saying, he blurted. “Her husband. Mark me down as her husband.”

Akane blinked. “Oh.”

Shikamaru stared her down, daring her to argue with him. But she simply nodded and scribbled something on her chart. “Right. Of course. Follow me.”

As they stalked through clinical hallways, Shikamaru’s heart rose in a crescendo, worry and nervousness swirling in his chest in a toxic mix. What would he see upon reaching her room? Was she in pain? Was she even lucid? Gods, what if she was in a coma? What if she’d hurt herself so irreparably that it cost her career?

His mind raced with sickly thoughts until his stomach roiled and his face tinged green.

Akane stopped at room 217 and there she was.

“Oh gods,” Shikamaru whispered.

She was hooked to so many wires. Oxygen tubes and an IV and a heart monitor and tubes he didn’t even recognise. She looked frail and broken, too small amidst white sheets and beeping monitors.

He heard Akane quietly slip out of the room and was glad for it because his knees nearly buckled.

Sakura wasn’t awake. Hell, she didn’t even look alive, her face so pale where it wasn’t bruised blue and purple.

Numbly, his feet carried him to her side, his breath a short and rapid thing that barely saturated his lungs.

There was blood caked beneath her fingernails and in the cracks of her lips. His eyes stung faintly as they slid over to the heart monitor.

It was too slow.

“Oh god,” he said again, every cell in his body congested with fear.

He was afraid to even reach out and touch her, lest she broke apart under his fingertips. Delicately, ever so delicately and with trembling fingers, he ghosted a light stroke across the apple of her cheek.

“Sakura…” he said feebly, wishing her eyes would just open.

Except they didn’t. And her heart monitor droned on sluggishly in the background, crawling heartbeats that served more in adding to his anxiety than diminishing it.

It was beating. But it wasn't beating enough. What if it stopped beating?

Shikamaru wasn’t prepared. She wasn’t allowed to die. Not yet. Not ever. He didn’t care what laws governed this cursed world, this was Sakura, she was spring incarnated, and she wasn’t allowed to die.

His fingers curled around her hand, and he wished for the first time in his life that he could heal. That he could bleed strength into her the way she did to him.

It was getting difficult to breathe. What if she died?

What then?

Fuck, he hadn’t even told her he loved her.

His vision swam, rendering the room a splash of colours and pink. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t breathe.

In the muddled daze of anxieties and fears, Shikamaru wished he had the foresight to grab Kakashi.

He’d never needed an anchor more than he did in that second.

*

Kakashi was having an incredibly shitty day.

His coffee machine broke down, he spilled tea over his mission report and he mixed a black shirt with his coloured laundry and now half of his clothes were beyond repair.

“Dammit,” he sighed, tossing his book aside. He couldn’t even read, busy as he was dwelling on his ruined laundry.

He took one dispassionate look at his soggy report and groaned. “What a mess,” he’d actually attempted to do this one on time. Served him right for breaking his routine.

Kakashi grabbed his weapons holster and stepped out for some much needed air. Maybe he should just turn in a tea-flavoured report—perhaps if he offered Tsuande a bottle of sake she’d make an exception and accept it.

He made a beeline to her office, remembering he was due for a debrief. But what he found upon his arrival wasn’t what he expected.

Tsunade was shouting to Shizune, clearly exasperated: “—and he just upped and left! I’m his Hokage, and he upped and left!”

“Maah…” Kakashi began unsurely.

Tsunade’s gaze cut to him. “Hatake, there you are,” she huffed. “I’m too fucking hungover for this. We’re one man down, I need someone to look over these reports.”

Kakashi frowned, finally noticing how empty her office looked. “Where’s Shikamaru…?”

“The idiot left,” Tsunade growled, raising goosebumps on his arms. “I told him I spent all night healing her, what did he think, that I’d leave her to die? Fucking hell.”

“Leave who to die?” Kakashi said, confused. “What happened?”

“Sakura happened,” Tsunade ranted tiredly. “They brought her back almost half dead, I’ve been patching her up for the better part of eight hours and this is how I’m rewarded.”

But Kakashi had stopped listening after ‘half dead’. Half dead? “Half … dead?” he echoed, his mouth dry.

No. This wasn’t happening.

This wasn’t happening.

“Yes,” Tsunade sighed. “But I operated on her and she’s going to be fine.”

Kakashi barely heard the words. His brain was a string of very adamant denial. No, no, no, no.

He didn’t want it to be true—all those years he had been certain, was so sure that it was him, that he was the reason the people he loved always died. That he was a curse to those he cared about.

Every person he loved came back in a body bag.

Fuck.

Kakashi turned tail, a sudden manic urge to see her rising unbearably in his chest. What if Tsunade was lying, what if Sakura wasn’t fine? What if she was fine, but she died anyway?

Fear pumped through his veins, rendering him dizzy. This was his worst nightmare come to life—how could he have forgotten that people, even those that could mend bones and heal what was broken, were so damn breakable?

His legs couldn’t carry him quickly enough.

He didn’t waste time interrogating the nurses for her whereabouts, he knew her scent like she was a part of him. It led him to her now, her unique sweetness tainted with blood and antiseptic.

Gods, he was going to be sick.

He nearly ripped the door off its hinges in his haste to get to her.

Shikamaru was already there, looking wrecked, looking worse than Kakashi had ever seen him. “Is she—”

He couldn’t even say it.

“They … they said they don’t know when she’ll wake up,” Shikamaru whispered hollowly.

Kakashi felt the ground crumbling beneath his feet. “No,” he whispered, leaning back against the wall when he teetered off balance.

His hip jarred against the doorknob but Kakashi barely registered the sting. Barely anything registered beyond the fear-terror-fear coursing through his veins like poison. “Please, no,” he said.

This couldn’t be happening again.

His father and Obito and Rin and Minato-sensei—hadn’t they been enough? Was Sakura going to be another name on the too long list of losses that haunted him?

He really was going to be sick. He clenched his jaw against the reflex, forcing his brain out of the dizzying tornado of anxieties. His gaze focused on Shikamaru, the only other person that mattered as much.

He didn’t look good at all, pale and shaking and appearing ready to fall apart.

The sight of him was strangely grounding.

Kakashi found his elusive strength, located his knees under him and was at his side in the next second.

“Shikamaru,” he rasped, clutching the other man’s arm.

“She looks dead,” Shikamaru whispered. “I … I …”

Words eluded him.

Kakashi tugged at his arm, drawing Shikamaru against him. He went without a fight, slumping against Kakashi’s chest like a puppet whose strings were cut.

“It’s going to be okay,” Kakashi lied, surprised by how much conviction he could bleed into it when it was for someone else’s benefit. “She’s going to be fine.”

Shikamaru shook in his hold, his shoulders minutely trembling. But just as suddenly, his body calmed down and he gripped tightly onto Kakashi’s middle. “What if she isn’t?”

“She will be,” Kakashi stressed because … anything else was not an option. “It’s Sakura. She punched a goddess in the face.”

Shikamaru let out a short, pained laugh against him. “Gods, don’t remind me; what a reckless idiot.”

“It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Kakashi confessed in a soft murmur against Shikamaru’s hair. He tightened his hold on him, drawing strength from the warmth of his body. “As beautiful as the two of you together.”

Lean fingers dug in his back. “I’m glad you’re here,” Shikamaru said sincerely. “I’m glad you came. Fuck, I think I’m gonna cry.”

“You can cry,” Kakashi soothed, sinking his fingers in lush, dark hair. “Hell, I might cry.”

Shikamaru let out a wet chuckle. “Yeah.”

Kakashi’s face bowed, nuzzling the side of his head as he took a shuddering breath. He clutched Shikamaru closely, his breath shallow and his heart a warbling mess in his chest.

He couldn’t think about if she died. He would die, then, if not from sorrow then from a broken psyche. It was easier to focus on the beeping machines and Shikamaru’s sure, thudding heart. Kakashi tuned in on every shuddering breath, his palm mapping his expanding ribs.

His focus narrowed down to his senses, to Shikamaru, to Sakura’s fighting, beating heart and prayed like he never had before.

She was going to be alright.

She had to be.

[raendown]

And third: KakaShika "Would you rather play some shogi?"

AO3

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Shikamaru paused in his steps for what felt like the firsttime all day and looked around, sweeping his eyes over the room one last timeto make sure that everything was absolutely perfect. He’d spent hours cleaning,another hour rearranging the furniture to his own liking, and yet anothercouple of hours fiddling with the temporary additions set up just for tonight.Despite how many times he had moved it back and forth he still wasn’t sure heliked the couch where it was, pushed up against the far wall instead ofunderneath the window like usual, but it was too late to change it now. Kakashi’schakra was already halfway down the street.

A wry smile touched his lips as he took in the full effectof his efforts. The place hardly looked the same but that was sort of the idea.He wished he could say that all of this had been for some special occasion butin truth it had become more of an inside joke than anything else. Kakashi hadaccused him months ago of going to too much effort when it was his turn to setup date night, a ridiculous statement considering how lazy Shikamaru preferred tobe. But in teasing retaliation his partner had set up an even more elaboratedate and Shikamaru’s pride couldn’t just let that be. From there things hadkind of snowballed.

Now here he stood with both hands on his hips as Kakashi openedthe door and smirked to see the man freeze between one step and the next, facedropping in to some combination of equal parts horrified and impressed.

“I might have to call mercy,” Kakashi said, looking up atthe ribbons festooned through the beams of the ceiling. “You might have just wonwith this one.”

“What, too much?” Shikamaru asked with a cheeky grin. Thehands on his hips slid down in to his pockets to give him a casual air as heeyed the massive display of candles all set up around the floor to form a giantheart shape, each of them different shades of red and pink.

“Just the candles would have been a lot. The ribbons made ittoo much. But replacing all the light bulbs with colored ones, that’sdefinitely going way too far. Please tell me you don’t have any other surpriseshidden around here.” Kakashi was smiling despite the wariness in his tone,slipping the Hokage’s robe off his shoulders to hang it up in their front hallcloset before picking his way over the display of candles.

Shikamaru waited until his partner had greeted him with agentle kiss before admitting, “Well, I might have a few more things hidden upmy sleeve.”

“Maa, at least tell me one of them involves food.”

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell that for yourself. Did youscent seal your mask again?”

He watched Kakashi pull down the mask, amused to see therewas indeed a seal on the inside, and resolved to have a private conversationwith man’s secretary about wearing so much perfume when her boss had such asensitive nose.

“Mm, I smell salmon.” Kakashi’s words were punctuated with alow rumble from his stomach.

“Yup. And you have your choice of dinner entertainment.”Shikamaru nearly broke down laughing at the sharp look that swung his way. “Wecan either play that couples board game Ino gave us last Christmas or Lee washinting earlier that he would be willing to come by and serenade us for ‘addedatmosphere’. I would just need to send him a clone.”

“Uh…wow…those are some, er, interesting choices.” Justwatching his partner struggle with trying to form his sentences so they cameout politely was painful. Shikamaru took pity on him much quicker than he’dplanned to, already satisfied that he had finally won their silly littlecompetition.

Reaching up to wrap both arms around that long pale neck, heasked, “Would you rather just play some shogi? We can kick his whole mess outof the way and eat on the floor while we play?”

He nearly laughed out loud when Kakashi sagged with relief.

“Thank kami. You’re an absolute menace. Remind me to neverchallenge you in this sort of thing again; I really thought you’d be too lazyto put in this kind of effort!”

Shikamaru hummed noncommittally and snapped a few shadowstitches out the snuff the candles without answering, not wanting to embarrasseither of them with his mushy thoughts. But the truth was that when it came to Kakashi,the light of his heart, there was nothing in the world he would ever considertoo much effort.

[kakashiporn]

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Self indulgent poly? *nod* Self indulgent poly!

*

  His feet hit the floor as he sighs softly. The chair creaks as he stands, joints popping and shirt rising up with a stretch he knows would earn him a heated stare from Iruka. Iruka’s always appreciated the little things, something for which Shikamaru is eternally grateful. Maybe he can convince him to climb on the roof and watch the stars tonight.

    “It is,” he says, locking up behind himself, “my night, after all.”

    “Is it?”

    Shikamaru starts at Kakashi’s voice coming around the corner. “I distinctly remember Genma saying he’s going to make you do everything for me tonight,” he says. His lips lift in a grin as Kakashi blankets him from behind and puts his hand back on the door. “What?”

    “We’re hanging out in your office tonight, I’m tired of looking at the normal view.” Kakashi tips Shikamaru’s chin slightly back to brush masked lips across naked ones. “And I got done five minutes before our usual time, so I decided to surprise you.”

    “For purely business reasons, I’m sure,” Shikamaru says.

    Kakashi nuzzles into his neck as he walks them forward, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. “Why else would I walk all the way down the hall?”

    Shikamaru spins in his arms just before the small of his back makes contact with the desk. His eyes search Kakashi’s for the tell-tale go ahead before he brings his hands up to tug the mask down around Kakashi’s throat. “Because--” he kisses Kakashi quickly-- “either you love me--” again-- “or you’re hiding paperwork--” and again, before Kakashi shakes his head-- “that you don’t want to stay late and do.”

    “Maybe I missed you?”

    It’s the hopeful lilt in Kakashi’s voice that tips Shikamaru off, and he decides that tonight’s not worth ruining over work he can help run through tomorrow. “Mm, I think it’s because you love me.”

    If it was the hope before, it’s Kakashi’s relieved sigh that solidifies the theory. He rests both arms over Shikamaru’s shoulders, the tiniest bit of tongue peeking out in concentration as he works the tie out of his hair. When he gets it, Shikamaru groans softly as the strands flow around his shoulders and the pads of Kakashi’s fingers massage his scalp. “I think you should wear your hair down around here more often,” Kakashi muses. “It’s beautiful.”

    “You wouldn’t get anything done,” Shikamaru teases, leaning into the touch.

    “Yeah, but every day would be a good one.”

[awnyaa-blogs]

NRPD 2018

Day 29: Wabi Sabi

Pairing: KakaShika

Wabi Sabi is a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete". It is a concept derived from the Buddhist teaching of the three marks of existence (三法印 sanbōin), specifically impermanence (無常 mujō), suffering (苦 ku) and emptiness or absence of self-nature (空 kū).Characteristics of the wabi-sabi aesthetic include asymmetry, roughness, simplicity, economy, austerity, modesty, intimacy, and appreciation of the ingenuous integrity of natural objects and processes.

prompts by @narutorarepairdecember !

Neither of them was any stranger to death.

From young ages, they had been thrown into the shinobi wold, watching their comrades, teachers, friends and family die.

They grew up never expecting to live a long life, but yet they did.

They survived.

They had both questioned the shinobi world, asking why so many must die.

Why so many innocent people had to give up their lives.

Neither of them saw any beauty in the world for so long.

For Shikamaru, life had always been imperfect. Nothing ever seemed to go right, plans were well thought-out and scrutinised to the end. Yet plans still failed. People still died.

For Kakashi, the life of a shinobi was incomplete. There would always be more to do, more to fight and more to save. Yet the lives of those around him always seemed to be cut short.

To both of them, life was impermanent. It was not meant to last.

But for both of them it did.

They found each other at the grave one night, both lonely and sad.

They began talking and it became routine. They would meet at the grave and then talk for hours.

There were similar people and valued the other.

Eventually they came to cherish each other.

They grew older and together they lived. They continued to fight, the protect and to survive.

They realised that the sacrifices of their comrades were so that others could live. So that they could live.

They realised, together, that life was not meant to last forever. Life was not meant to be perfect nor complete. Life was meant to be lived and that, in a sense, was beautiful.

[bouncyirwin]

...... somebody come pick me up off the ground

Smoke break during the fourth ninja war

I like to believe that Kakashi smoked occasionally with Asuma, and so…this was a natural development. Kakashi trusts him to not bother peeking

[sasu-loves-naru]

happy birthday !!! have a great day ❤️❤️

thank you dear!! you too

[bouncyirwin]

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Commission for @cassieeeeanne.

Pairing: KakashiShikamaru Word count: 4013 Rated: E Summary:Coming home after a long day to see only one light left on in their house, Kakashi finds quickly himself bound by shadows and helpless to the whims of the master who wields them. He loves every second of it. Just as he loves every second of this life they've built together.

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影の縛る

The lights were off. He had a good view of all the windows in their modest little bungalow from down the street and he could very clearly see that all the lights were off. Of course, that didn’t mean there couldn’t be any on in the back of the home but it was strange considering Shikamaru’s habit of leaving at least one lamp lit in every room he passed through during the evening. Preparing yourself for battle was a habit no shinobi could ever fully kick even when they had spent the last two weeks on forced vacation.

Because someone didn’t know how to turn their brain off and just let themselves rest.

What made him sad about the anomaly was the chance that Shikamaru might not be home when he got there. Despite the fact that his was the loudest voice sending the man on vacation it had been an actual hellscape in the weeks without him at work and coming home to a warm smile at the end of the day with increasingly elaborate dinners hot on the table had become the only thing keeping him sane. Now it looked as though his partner might have finally taken his advice to go spend time with some of their other friends and he found himself oddly disappointed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been lonely since they moved in together but it seemed he would be tonight.

Or so he thought until he stepped through the back door they both typically came and went through and noticed a single light on down the hall. The hour was fairly late, endless paperwork keeping him chained to his desk long past when he would have disappeared if not for Sakura’s watchful eye glaring at him from her own little makeshift desk across the room. Considering the time it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that his partner had given up and gone to bed already.

Kakashi did his best to keep that in mind, moving as quietly as possible as he kicked off his sandals in a messy heap and padded in to the kitchen for some much needed dinner. Just as he expected there was a plate of dinner waiting for him in the fridge that he stood over the sink and wolfed down without bothering to heat it up, not wanting the microwave to make tons of noise in case his bedtime suspicions were correct. It didn’t taste anywhere near as good as he knew it would have were he sitting across the table from Shikamaru with their feet crossed together in a big messy heap while they casually stole bites from each other’s meals.

After washing the plate and his hands Kakashi shrugged the wrinkled haori that served as a badge of office from his shoulders and folded it across one arm with the intention of getting undressed in the bathroom. His plan was put on hold when he stepped out of the kitchen and noticed that the single lamp still burning in the living room was casting a very familiar shadow.

Smiling gently now, he changed directions and went to see if his partner had fallen asleep on the couch reading again, something that happened with adorable frequency.

The smile faded briefly when something wrapped around his legs and locked him in place, creeping up the trunk of his body to spiral back down his arms. By the time the jutsu reached his head Kakashi found himself entirely immobilized and yet all he could do was grin sheepishly at the figure watching him from the couch with a passive expression.

“I know I was supposed to be home a little earlier but wouldn’t you say this is a little excessive?” he asked, pulling at the Shadow Stitching more to make a show of struggling than because he thought he could break free. Shikamaru hummed.

“What makes you think I’m upset that you came home late?”

“Oh, it might be the ambush. Might be the holding me in place. Something in there feels like you’re upset. I don’t suppose you would listen to a few excuses before you dole out whatever punishment that brilliant mind of yours has come up with?” Kakashi offered a winning smile, grateful he hadn’t bothered replacing his mask after eating.

Shifting a little farther back in to the shadows, Shikamaru scoffed. “I am far from upset, though you still don’t get to move. Tell me something. Do you know what day it is today?”

Immediately the guilt retuned tenfold. Clearly he had missed some important anniversary and while Kakashi might be a lazy person and he might appear to others not to care very much about anything he had always put as much effort as he could in to this relationship. Dates and anniversaries were something he was good at thanks to a simple glance at the calendar with his Sharingan but even wracking his permanent memories yielded nothing. He was forced to shake his head with a pathetically apologetic face.

“Today is a rather obscure holiday that surprisingly originates from the Hyuga, National Recommitment Day.” Leaning forward so that Kakashi could finally see all of him, Shikamaru gave a deadly smirk when it became clear he was completely naked. “I thought to myself, what better way to show my commitment than to indulge you in some of those fantasies we haven’t tried out yet?”

“Oh the gods are smiling on me,” Kakashi breathed.

“If they aren’t, I certainly am.”

“Hallelujah,” he declared fervently.

Since he had a few dozen fantasies they still hadn’t tried it was hard to narrow down which particular one his lover had in mind until he realized that the Shadow Stitching hadn’t budged so much as an inch, forcing him to keep still and watch as the man across from him adjusted the lamp to give them just a little more light. When he leaned back across the couch he looked like a feast, the ultimate temptation, and it was glorious torture watching him slide both palms down the planes of his chest at an unhurried pace. Shikamaru did almost everything at an unhurried pace.

When he reached the top of his thighs his hands dipped inward and curled so he could drag his nails lightly against the sensitive skin. From experience Kakashi knew exactly what it was like to do that himself and feel Shikamaru shivering pleasantly against him but now he could do no more than drink in the sight of that beloved face tilting back to expose a pale throat so perfect for nibbling. Oh how he wanted to nibble.

“You’re being very mean to me,” he whimpered, still not bothering to struggle since he knew it would do him no good. He was unsurprised to hear his partner scoff.

“I’m being very nice to you right now. Wasn’t this your favorite scene from the latest Icha Icha? Junko’s adventure exploring herself in the bathtub, knowing she was being watched but not caring?” Shikamaru slid one hand down to cup and roll his own sacs. “If I remember correctly she found it rather thrilling to have someone look upon her with such hunger.”

“Well I can definitely say I’m hungry for something right now.”

“Not to worry,” Shikamaru purred. “I’ll make sure you get your fill.”

Instead of moving upwards as Kakashi expected him to do he stretched his hand down farther, scratching a line up his perineum just to make himself shiver again. His legs spread wider as though he, like the character Junko, wanted to put as much of himself on display as he could. Only when Kakashi let out a quiet whimper did he bring his hand back up to palm the cock sitting full and heavy in his lap.

Without a hint of shame he let out a slow groan of appreciation for his own touch, closing his fingers in a loose grip and drawing light circles around the tip with his thumb. His lips parted in a soft yet obscene expression of pleasure when he finally began stroking himself, base to tip, in a steady rhythm more designed to tease his audience than anything else.

It was definitely working. Kakashi couldn’t decide if he wanted his cock inside that fist of long elegant fingers or if he wanted to be the hand honored with pleasuring such a beautiful man but either way he desperately yearned to be a part of what was happening on the couch. He had also never been this turned on before in his life. Something about being forced to watch his partner give himself pleasure was incredibly hot in the same way getting all worked up only to be denied orgasm at the last minute drove him absolutely wild.

He really was lucky to have a partner who not only knew all his kinks but accepted them, was willing to play up to them. All the way home he’d been looking forward to a relaxing night with Shikamaru but he hadn’t expected anything nearly on this level. Later he would have to ask what he’d done to deserve such a scrumptious treat but for now all he could do was stand still and let the shadows binding him in place take his weight when he felt his knees almost buckling. Shikamaru smirked, feeling the pull against his jutsu, and opened his legs just a little wider again. From this position his entrance was just barely out of sight but now Kakashi could see the glimmer of shine on his inner thighs.

The dirty rotten tease had already prepared himself and now he was sitting naked and slick on their living room couch and Kakashi wanted him so bad he could taste it. When he said as much he got a wicked look in return.

“Oh, would you really like a taste?” Shikamaru asked, giving him pause for a moment before he decided that playing along could only lead to more good things.

“Yes please. I’m always happy to get a taste of you, love.”

“Flattery will get you nothing that I wasn’t already going to give you, Kakashi.”

He almost laughed but the amusement was cut short when he felt the shadows pulling at him, forcing his body to move however Shikamaru wanted him to. If it were anyone else Kakashi knew he would have called a red light and put a stop to their little game right there, not exactly a fan of being forced to perform actions like he was a fan of being bound for sexy reasons. When he was bound there was always a little voice in the back of his mind reminding him that he was a strong shinobi, he could fight his way out of almost any situation if he needed to. Having his bodily autonomy removed was a different story.

But with Shikamaru there existed that level of trust he had only experienced with fewer other people than he could count on one hand. Knowing it was Shikamaru pulling the strings kept him calm and little more than curious as his body was made to walk across the room where he was then folded to kneel by the couch.

“Well?” Shikamaru demanded as though bored. “Go ahead and have a taste.”

A flick of one finger and Kakashi was gently bowed forward until his mouth hovered just over where his partner was still lazily stroking himself. He licked his lips with gratitude when he realized what was expected of him; a boon, actually, considering he had only just been battling with his desire to take part.

“Thank you,” he murmured, appropriately grateful.

He waited politely until Shikamaru’s hand stopped moving and brought that delicious looking cock right to his lips before opening his mouth and dragging his tongue along the flushed head. After lapping a few times he wriggled with the intention of freeing his head, almost surprised to have his wish granted, then immediately put his new freedom to use by lowering his neck to take the entire head in his mouth – and then he groaned with relief. This was exactly what he had been craving and he hadn’t even known it until it was given to him.

It felt like all the stress of the past few days was flowing out of him bit by bit as he sank down, letting his eyes fall closed to properly enjoy the sensation of having his mouth filled. Soft noises egged him on and Kakashi mourned for a brief moment that he didn’t have use of his hands to better pleasure his lover but he was more than capable of giving his best with nothing but lips and tongue. Fingers wove their way in to his hair, gentling guiding his movements without controlling them, some of the shadows immobilizing his head relaxing their hold to let him do as he would.

Kakashi smirked around his treat when he felt Shikamaru’s thighs begin to tremble. His partner had always been weak to a good blowjob and he knew damn well that every blowjob he’d ever given was good. It was still always nice to know that he hadn’t lost his touch, as evidenced by the way the fingers in his hair began tugging absently after only a minute or two, small involuntary jerks that danced in time with the patterns he drew with his tongue. For each quiet moan he hallowed his cheeks and for each hitch of breath he dipped his tongue in to the slit to taste the precum beading there. He wasn’t surprised in the least to be pulled away long before his jaw even had a chance to feel the strain of staying open.

“Fuck’s sake,” Shikamaru mumbled. “I was gonna order you around some more but it’s too bothersome, just get up here and fuck me would you?” With that he released his Shadow Stitching and reached to pull Kakashi off the floor.

“I always have to do all the work,” he pretend to complain.

“You like it.”

Tumbling his partner down across the cushions and spreading his legs to see the glistening hole already stretched and waiting for him, Kakashi smirked. “I enjoy making you feel good,” he admitted.

“Well it would sure make me feel good if you could get on with things before I put you back on your knees and finish on that smarmy tongue on yours.” Shikamaru glared but there was no heat behind the expression, not even when his words earned a quick laugh.

“As much as that would not be a punishment at all you know I am always on board with fucking you in to the couch.”

“So fuck me then, damn it!”

“Maa, yes sir.”

Quelling his laughter was as easy as letting Shikamaru pull him down in to a kiss. Kakashi followed with the rest of his body carefully, slipping in between the thighs so eagerly parted for him and using one hand to line himself up. For a moment he questioned if he should grab some extra lube just in case but just pressing the head of his cock against the area was enough for him to tell there was plenty of lubricant.

Shikamaru must have been stretching himself here in the living room while Kakashi walked home from work and wasn’t that a pretty little picture to imagine?

Completely ignoring any further attempts to hurry him along until he was good and ready to do so himself, Kakashi took his time pressing inside just to enjoy the sweet relief of friction after being denied any touch up until now. Almost better than the physical pleasure was the sight of Shikamaru’s face going lax and both of his hands fisting against the couch as well as he could. When Kakashi bottomed out inside of him his eyelashes fluttered shut in what must surely be the most blissful expression anyone had ever worn. Then he cracked them back open with a heated stare, soft light from the lamp casting half of his face in to mysterious darkness.

“Make me scream,” he commanded.

Kakashi grinned as he pulled out slowly but neither of them were able to keep up the amusement when he thrust his hips forward again. Immediately caught up in how good it felt to be inside of the other man, all thoughts of humor and teasing flew out of his mind as Kakashi took up a brutal rhythm right from the start. In his peripheral vision he could see Shikamaru’s hands scrabbling to get a better grip and brace himself to ride out the motions. Each thrust shifted them just a little until eventually he was fucking his partner in to the corner of the couch, folding him in half and driving in to him with animalistic focus.

Sweat gathered on both of their brows and dampened their hair and still Kakashi pushed closer to the man underneath him. The dark parts of him that had taken over simply couldn’t conceive of pulling away until they had both been satisfied, frantically rutting in to the eager body opened to him, racing towards the tension he could feel gathering inside. The heart inside his chest felt as though it were beating in his throat and yet the only thought Kakashi could keep in his head was how beautiful Shikamaru looked on the verge of ecstasy.

He could tell his partner wouldn’t last much longer when Shikamaru began trying to wedge a hand between their bodies to take himself in hand. It was hard to ignore the first instinct to deny him, the need to be the one to drive his partner over the edge without help, but Kakashi could admit that he was ever a slave to the other’s needs and he knew how much Shikamaru enjoyed coming with a hand around his own cock while Kakashi drove in to him without mercy.

Pulling back just enough to bat the reaching hand away and wriggling his own between them was still too far apart in his mind at that moment. He did it anyway so he could feel the weight of a dripping cock in his palm, run his thumb through the slit to gather precum and using it to create an easy glide as he began pumping Shikamaru in time with his own frantic thrusts.

“Ah!” the moment his hand took off in proper motion it was as though he had released a beast. Unable to keep still with so many good sensations coming at him from two directions, Shikamaru writhed and bucked as well as he could in the limited space between couch and top. As always happened when both of them were teetering so close to the edge, the rhythm of their movements began to break down in to arrhythmic rutting, both of them frantically moving their hips to chase their own pleasure and just hoping to the gods that it worked for the other as well.

“Come on,” Kakashi panted, one hand holding his weight with a tight grip on the back of the couch and the other stroking in a pattern that only made sense to him. “Scream for me, love, that’s it.”

“Shit, fuck, don’t fucking- ah- don’t fucking stop!” Shikamaru writhed a little harder, jaw clenched, every muscle in his body tensing with anticipation.

Whether it was the passage around him slowly tightening and driving him wild or the fact that he was always weak to these few shining moments when Shikamaru threw laziness out the window to swear and writhe and make demands, Kakashi was the first to tip over the edge with a drawn out moan. It was almost a herculean effort to keep his hips in motion and prolong his own orgasm just enough to shift the angle of his thrust but he was rewarded when he impacted his lover’s prostate and Shikamaru followed him in to bliss with a loud shout.

The two of them shuddered against each other in the aftermath, gasping for air after such wild exertion. Shikamaru released his death grip on the couch and lifted both arms to wrap them loosely around Kakashi’s shoulders, not truly gripping him but rather draping himself as well as he could in a semblance of a hug, lazy habits already reasserting themselves.

“I knew I could make you scream,” Kakashi mumbled in to the sweaty skin he was pressing his face against. He smiled a little lopsidedly when he felt Shikamaru’s body huffing with silent chuckles.

“Do you want a pat on the head for a job well done?”

“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t say no.” Nuzzling a little, he made sure to leave a few kisses before he pulled away so they could look each other in their equally dopey looking eyes. “I think I would be much more interested in carrying you to bed, though.”

Shikamaru pretended to think about it while his body melted further and further in to the couch cushions. “Hmm. I suppose I could be talked in to letting you carry me.”

“Of course you could. You like it when I carry you places.”

“It means I don’t have to walk there myself.”

“Too bothersome?”

“You know me so well.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes good-naturedly and gave a loud put upon sigh. Before he moved he swooped in for a few more kisses and called it payment for his services, though he was probably the one who owed a bit of thanks for such a delightful surprise after a long day at work.

He pulled away as carefully as possible and hurried to reach for the tissues nearby, not wanting the couch to obtain any unsightly stains. That would definitely be the first thing pointed out the next time any of their friends dropped by for a visit and they would never live it down. Before he could carry anyone anywhere he had to scoot over to the kitchen and throw all the tissues in the garbage but when he returned Shikamaru held out both arms like a spoiled prince and jokingly turned his nose up in silent command.

“I spoil you, you know that right?”

“Yes but you enjoy it so that makes it okay,” Shikamaru said.

Not bothering to hold back his smile, Kakashi nodded. “Fair enough.”

In his head he was already making plans for what meetings he could move around to schedule a day off of his own and what sort of scene he might set to pay his partner back for such this evening’s surprise. Most of the options in his head would require him to put together a little outfit. The man might not enjoy putting in a lot of effort to most things himself but Shikamaru did like it when Kakashi dressed up in certain skimpy outfits for him.

The final decision on that could be made another day, however. At such a late hour it was no surprise that both of them were yawning by the time they tumbled down on the mattress together. Covering both of them with the sheet and kicking all the rest of the blankets away, Kakashi pulled Shikamaru to his chest and nosed around until he found the pale neck hiding underneath all that long dark hair. He had to turn his head away and fight off a yawn first but he made sure to dust a few more kisses before cuddling in and closing his eyes for the night.

“Welcome home,” Shikamaru muttered to the dark room. “I don’t think I said that earlier.”

“Maa, I felt very welcomed nonetheless.”

No matter how many years they spent together it would never stop thrilling him how welcomed he felt each day he came home to Shikamaru, how easily the younger man had turned his empty in to a place of peace. Releasing all thoughts of anything else but the small cocoon their bodies made in the bed, tightening his grip, Kakashi hoped that his partner knew how much he was loved; he felt much the same himself.

[infinitestarsinthenightsky]

there was a fanfic called something along the lines of honey blue sky. I know it was a series or something with shikamaru. I was really here for the installment with kakashi i'm just saying. I can't find it anywhere T_T i just want to give it the proper goodbye. I LOVED IT IT WAS GREAT KAKASHIKA 4LYFE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭it was honestly one of my fave naruto yaoi pairings and it was just a perfect fanfic made me so emotional i just.. i need moments ....

[ace-shikamaru-quotes]

DNI if you ship list (pedo/grooming + incestual)

Here’s a list of ships I find unacceptable and their age differences. Please do not interact if you ship one of these.  (If you see anyone shipping an unlisted pedophilic/incestual ship, tell me and I’ll edit my post.)

List under the cut

Pedophilic:

Kakasaku/ Kakanaru/ Kakasasu/ Kakasai/ Kakashika/ Kakaino/ Kakahina/ Kakacho/ Kakakiba/ Kakashino: 14 year gap

Kakaten/ Kakalee/ Kakaneji: 13 year gap

Kakamina/ Minakaka/Minarin/Minaobi: 10 year gap

Asushika/ Asuino/ Asucho/ Asusaku/ Asunaru/ Asusasu/ Asusai/ Asuhina/ Asukiba/ Asushino: 15 year gap

Asuten/ Asulee/ Asuneji: 14 year gap

Gailee/ Gaiten/ Gaineji: 13 year gap

Gaisaku/ Gainaru/ Gaisasu/ Gaishika/ Gaiino/ Gaicho/ Gaihina/ Gaikiba/ Gaishino: 14 year gap

Kureshika/ Kureino/ Kurecho/ Kuresaku/ Kuresasu/ Kurenaru/ Kurehina/ Kurekiba/ Kureshino: 15 year gap

Kureten/ Kurelee/ Kureneji: 14 year gap

Irunaru: 10 year gap

Ankoshino/Ankoshika: 12 year gap

Ankotema: 9 year gap

Zabuhaku: 11 year gap

Hidashika/ Hidasaku/ Hidaino: 6 year gap

Genshika/ Genino/ Gensaku/ Gennaru/ Genhina: 18 year gap

Genten: 17 year gap

Jiranaru: 38 year gap

Orosasu: 38 year gap

Tsusaku: 38 year gap

Shizusaku: 15 year gap

Itanaru/ Itasaku: 6 year gap

Kisaita: 11 year gap

Madasaku: 84 year gap

Minasaku: 8 year gap

Yamanaru/ Yamasaku/ Yamasai: 10 year gap

Obishika/ Obinaru/ Obisaku: 15 year gap

Obigaa: 16 year gap

Zetsugaa: 45+ year gap

Tobishika/ Tobisaku: (Tobirama) 23+ year gap

Kabusaku/ Kabusasu: 7 year gap

Shisaku: (If shisui didn’t die) 8 year gap

Narukono: 4 year gap

Sasodei: 16 year gap

Obidei/Tobidei: 11 year gap

Sasosaku: 19 year gap

Sasoten: 18 year gap

Peingaa: (Nagato) 20 year gap

Inohima: (Inojin) 3 year gap (Himawari is a fucking 10 yr old)

Shikamirai: (Shikamaru) 17 year gap

Miraidai/Miraishika: (Shikadai) 4 year gap

Tsushizu: 23 year gap

Orokabu: 31 year gap

Itakaka/Kakaita: 9 year gap

Kankukono: 6 year gap

Kakahaku: 11 year gap

Borusaku: 19 year gap

Sasogaa: 20 year gap

Kisasui/Kisasaku: 16 year gap

Tsushika(Shikadai): 58 year gap

Daruomoi: 10 year gap

Zaburingo: 10 year gap

Obimada: 87 year gap

Gaayoshi: 24 year gap

Incestual:

Shiita: Cousins (And 4 year gap)

Itasasu: Siblings (And 6 year gap)

Nejihina: Cousins

Temagaa/ Temakanku/ Kankugaa: Siblings

Minanaru/ Kushinaru: Parent+Child (And 8-24 year gap, depending on scenario)

Itaizu: Cousins

Naruboru: Parent+Child (And 19 age gap)

Tsumekiba: Parent+Child (And 24 age gap)

Do not interact if you ship minors with adults or incestual ships

Also, anyone who ships anyone with tailed beasts, animal summons, ninja animals, or any other animals will get blocked for bestiality.

[battle-anon]

Unacceptable ship list (pedophilic + incestual)

Stolen from @ace-shikamaru-quotes (with permission) Updated 11/16/2022 due to comments, please reread. Note: What you do on your own time does not concern me, but I don’t want you interacting with me. Even content of these on your own blog could be harmful because you never know who is looking. You could make someone think that because you think that this is okay, that their situation is okay, too. 45 and 35 are not the same thing as 12 and 22. 19 and 22 are not the same thing as 10 and 13. What consenting adults do is up to them, but do not bring children into this. Sincerely; someone who was the child in these scenarios. I’m sick of blocking pedo shippers who follow me. It’s mostly kakasaku shippers but there are a bunch of other gross ones. Shiita+other incest shippers are an issue as well. Here’s a list of unacceptable ships and their age differences. (If you see anyone shipping an unlisted pedophilic/incestual ship, tell me and I’ll edit my post.)

Pedophilic:

KakaSaku/ KakaNaru/ KakaSasu/ KakaSai/ KakaShika/ KakaIno/ KakaHina/ KakaCho/ KakaKiba/ KakaShino: 14 year gap, power dynamic

KakaTen/ KakaLee/ KakaNeji: 13 year gap, power dynamic

KakaMina/ MinaKaka: 10 year gap, power dynamic

AsuShika/ AsuIno/ AsuCho/ AsuSaku/ AsuNaru/ AsuSasu/ AsuSai/ AsuHina/ AsuKiba/ AsuShino: 15 year gap, power dynamic

AsuTen/ AsuLee/ AsuNeji: 14 year gap, power dynamic

GaiLee/ GaiTen/ GaiNeji: 13 year gap, power dynamic

GaiSaku/ GaiNaru/ GaiSasu/ GaiShika/ GaiIno/ GaiCho/ GaiHina/ GaiKiba/ GaiShino: 14 year gap, power dynamic

KureShika/ KureIno/ KureCho/ KureSaku/ KureSasu/ KureNaru/ KureHina/ KureKiba/ KureShino: 15 year gap, power dynamic

KureTen/ KureLee/ KureNeji: 14 year gap, power dynamic

IruNaru: 10 year gap, power dynamic

AnkoShino: 12 year gap, power dynamic

ZabuHaku: 11 year gap, power dynamic

HidaShika: 6 year gap, unhealthy

GenShika/ GenIno: 18 year gap, power dynamic

JiraNaru: 38 year gap, power dynamic

OroSasu: 38 year gap, power dynamic

TsuSaku: 38 year gap, power dynamic

ShizuSaku: 15 year gap, power dynamic

ItaNaru/ ItaSaku: 6 year gap

KisaIta: 11 year gap

MadaSaku: 74 year gap

MinaSaku: 8 year gap

YamaNaru/ YamaSaku/ YamaSai: 10 year gap, power dynamic

ObiShika/ ObiNaru/ ObiSaku: 15 year gap

ObiGaa: 16 year gap

ZetsuGaa: 45+ year gap

TobiShika/ TobiSaku: (Tobirama) 23+ year gap

KabuSaku/ KabuSasu: 7 year gap

ShiSaku: (If shisui didn’t die) 8 year gap

NaruKono/Anyone in Konohamaru’s age group: 4 year gap, power dynamic

SasoDei: 16 year gap

SasoSaku: 19 year gap

Pein/Anyone in the Rookie 13 age group: (Nagato) 20 year gap, power dynamic

InoHima/Anyone Inojin’s age: (Inojin) 3 year gap (Himawari is a fucking 10 yr old) (Extended: If they were adults, this would be fine, yes. But Himawari is 10 years old. 10. Don’t come to me saying it’s alright or the gap isn’t important. 3 years in an age gap might not be, but a teenager and a child Should Not Date.)

ShikaMirai: (Shikamaru) 17 year gap

MiraiDai/MiraiShika: (Shikadai) 16 year gap IndraSaku/AsuraSaku: 900+ year gap Tsushizu: 23 year gap, power dynamic Orokabu: 31 year gap, power dynamic Itakaka/Kakaita: 9 year gap Kankukono/Anyone in Konohamaru’s age group: 6 year gap Kakahaku: 11 year gap

Incestual:

ShiIta: Cousins (And 4 year gap)

ItaSasu: Siblings (And 6 year gap), power dynamic

NejiHina: Cousins, power dynamic

TemaGaa/ TemaKanku/ KankuGaa: Siblings,  power dynamic

MinaNaru/ KushiNaru: Parent+Child (And 8-24 year gap, depending on scenario), power dynamic

ItaIzu: Cousins HashiTobi: Siblings, power dynamic Other HinaAka: That’s a dog

Do not ship minors with adults or incestual ships

Borderline ships (If I see you shipping them I won’t block you, I just want to warn you that they’re questionable):

InoDei/ SakuDei: 3 year gap, 16 yr old + 19 yr old

ShikaTema: 3 year gap, 12 yr old + 15 yr old / 16 yr old + 19 yr old

(Note to all the shikatema fans: Adult shikatema is fine, but art/fanfic of the two before they were both adults is not great)

IwaDenki: We don’t yet know the ages, but Iwabe appears considerably older than Denki.