Lost Confusion

Shikamaru flushed the toilet, one hand planted firmly onto the counter beside the porcelain seat to maintain his balance. He carefully stepped to the side, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His vision spun a bit at the movement and a small groan slipped passed his lips at seeing the messed up hair free from its tie, the flushed cheeks and dark eyes unable to fully focus on anything.

He was drunk. He had realized too late that maybe that last shot of vodka had been too much when they left the bar. Not that he hadn't been worse before; his own twenty-first birthday party had been a lot of fun… the parts he could remember anyway. That night his father had gotten him smashed and most of the celebration had been forgotten. He knew this was something he could handle.

Shikamaru knew this couldn't be healthy, though. His birthday was only a week and a half ago… or was it longer? His alcohol buzzed brain couldn't really concentrate on it. All he did know at the moment was that it was Naruto Uzumaki's twenty-first birthday and that's why he was currently in the bathroom of the blonde's house, trying to remember if he had actually peed or if it had been his imagination.

The Nara took a moment to think on it and decided that his bladder seemed sufficed for the moment and stumbled to the door. He had to brace his weight on the frame as the door swung open and he peered into the dark hallway with a drunken confusion.

Fuck. Which way was Naruto's room again? He couldn't even recall how he'd gotten to the bathroom in the first place. Shikamaru groaned again and ran a hand over his flushed face in frustration; no more drinking for a while.

Choosing the left, the Nara quietly stumbled into the hallway, running his hand along the wall to stabilize himself. He concentrated as much as he could on putting one foot in front of the other, not wanting to fall and have his equally drunken friends stagger into the hallway just to laugh at him. Even though inebriated, Shikamaru still had some pride left.

His hand ran over a bumpy surface and landed on something different from the wallpaper. Was it a door? He reached further down and came across a cool, metal knob. Yup, it was a door. He carefully turned the knob and slowly pushed the wood in.

Shikamaru was greeted with more darkness; had Naruto, Kiba and Shino gone to bed? Was he gone that long? He could barely see into the room, but was able to pick up the faint outline of a bed and spiky, golden locks shooting up from the person beneath the covers.

Naruto's room, it had to be. Shino and Kiba were probably sleeping on the other side.

Quietly shutting the door, the intoxicated Nara stumbled to the bed, nearly falling onto it. His blonde friend startled easily and he didn't want to have to deal with that mess. Trying to be as careful as someone drunk could be, Shikamaru slipped under the covers and stretched out to get comfortable, inhaling deeply to try and calm his spinning mind for sleep.

It wasn't that easy, however. Was it just him, or was that smell surrounding him even more pronounced than usual? It was a scent that had been burned into his memory after years of pining, waiting and watching the man he so desperately wanted but could never have. Naruto would sometimes smell of him, but it had never been this strong before. A small tremor rippled deliciously down the Nara's spine, settling firmly in his groin and arousing a part of his body that shouldn't be aroused when this intoxicated.

Shikamaru turned his head to look at the man beside him. Even in the little amount of light, he could still see the bright blonde hair upon the pillow; it looked like Naruto needed a haircut. The gorgeous locks rested beautifully on the fabric, almost teasingly begging the Nara to run his fingers through them.

Maybe it was his imagination; the Uzumaki never let his hair get more out of control than it already was. Perhaps in his drunken state, Shikamaru's mind was taking the smallest thing and turning it into what he desired most. It did make sense to him, and he moved his hand beneath the blanket to gently caress the back facing him.

'…so soft.' Had Naruto's skin ever felt so silky before? Shikamaru couldn't recall, not that he could ever remember his sexual experiences with his blonde friend clearly anyway.

They were fuck buddies and good friends, but their sex was… different than most people, the Nara supposed. It had long been established that they didn't want a serious relationship from each other, so they agreed to imagine having sex with another when they were together. That's the way it had always been.

Shikamaru didn't have to imagine much to be with the person he truly wanted.

He turned onto his side, carefully scooting closer to the blonde next to him; both hands gliding over the sun kissed flesh now, loving the warm and smooth feel beneath his fingers. It was turning him on in a way he had never felt before, but he figured that could probably be the alcohol still flowing within his system. He was only slightly surprised that it didn't bother him, not if it made his imagination seem this real.

The man beside him stirred a bit before his body tensed. The Nara almost wanted to laugh; Naruto never did like it when Shikamaru did this. The blonde head turned, causing his body to lie flat on his back as eyes the color of the deepest ocean filled with confusion locked onto drunken, amused and lust-filled dark orbs.

One golden eyebrow rose. "Shikamaru?"

Said man released a shaky breath. Yes, that's what his name would sound like falling from those perfect lips; sending a pleasant wave across every nerve in his body and causing a smirk to pull at his own lips. He slowly straddled the blonde, pressing their bare torsos together and grinding the erection confined in his boxers against the other's groin. Shikamaru kissed along that slender neck; very similar to his friend's but still so different.

"Shikamaru," that sexy voice repeated, another shiver running down the Nara's spine, "what are you doing?"

Yes, that's what he would ask. Shikamaru moaned softly against the tasty flesh before him as the feel of the one beneath him hardening. "What do you think?" he whispered, hoping it sounded as alluring as he wanted it to.

A very quiet groan was breathed passed his ear, and the Nara mentally congratulated himself as the blonde started thrusting his hips to meet him. "Ah… we shouldn't…."

'That's it, play the part.' "Why not?" Shikamaru almost whined, his hands finding those strong, slightly-broader-than-Naruto's shoulders, his lips and tongue reaching to tease a delectable earlobe.

"Well…." Another moan sounded in the Nara's ear and he shuddered once more. "Shikamaru," gods how he loved the way his name rolled over the blonde's tongue, "you're drunk."

Perfect. That was the first word it his mind; the whole situation was perfect, just as he had imagined it so many times before. 'Damn, I need to fuck Naruto when I'm drunk more often.' "So?" he replied hotly into the other's ear, gently planting kisses along a soft cheek, stopping when their lips were only millimeters apart. Dark eyes opened to gaze down into lust-filled blue orbs. "Take what you can get," Shikamaru whispered, lowering his head to tenderly kiss the blonde beneath him.

His body trembled at the contact; had Naruto's kisses been this… electrifying before? He allowed a moan to escape him as the blonde's arms tentatively wrapped around him, holding him tightly to the other's body.

Yes, this is what Shikamaru had wanted for so long, even if it was just a figment of his imagination. He moved his hips a bit faster as their lips remained locked together. The blonde's tongue grazed the Nara's lips and he gladly parted them, shocked once again at how the other man's taste aroused him more than Naruto's ever had. They seemed to stay like that for a long while, but Shikamaru was having a little trouble calculating time; his mind was still spinning from the alcohol and was too busy simply enjoying the taste, feel and smell of the man beneath him to wonder about such silly things.

A low growl rippled up his tongue and into his mouth, and Shikamaru's brain spun further out of control as he was flipped onto his back, the blonde taking control of the situation and rubbing their groins together almost too roughly.

The Nara gasped at the pleasure, tilting his head away when those plump lips left his and moved down to his neck. He couldn't help but squirm beneath the hands running along his body, almost trying to memorize every curve, every dip of his skin the blonde could grasp. It didn't bother Shikamaru in the least that Naruto hadn't touched him like that in a long time; they'd had enough sex over the past few years to know each other's bodies pretty well. It didn't matter. The man he really wanted would need to explore and touch him in ways Shikamaru never thought possible because that's who he was, the Nara was sure of it.

Shikamaru slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a startled yelp of surprise. When had the blonde gotten into his boxers? How fast had he moved to pull the fabric away from his skin and then suddenly engulf his hardened shaft into that gloriously hot and wet mouth? Maybe being drunk wasn't the best during sex. He was slightly disappointed with himself for not paying attention, but knew that having his dream feel so real was worth it right now. Yes, to feel like he was actually having sex with him, the one man Shikamaru knew he could never have and would never tell Naruto he cared about so deeply, it was all worth it.

He gasped again as the blonde's mouth moved over him, almost bringing him to completion, but the welcome heat moved away not quite slow enough before those lips were on his own once more.

The Nara arched his back into the body atop his as a slick finger slid into his body. "Fuck yes," he whispered, thrusting his hips back onto the blonde's hand. It was almost too good to be true as a second digit was soon to follow. There was no pain, but again Shikamaru blamed the booze and decided to just go with it. If he was really sore in the morning, he'd just clobber Naruto upside the head and let it go.

This image was worth it, after all.

He released a frustrated moan as a third finger was entered into him. It felt good, but he wanted something bigger and much more pleasing. Looking up into those perfectly blue eyes, which were so similar to Naruto's yet still completely different, as he imagined, Shikamaru silently pleaded, thrusting his hips a bit faster onto the blonde's fingers and slightly whining. "Take me."

Shikamaru's answer was those supple lips crashing down onto his own and the digits being removed from his body. He was pressed firmly into the mattress as the blonde's erection slowly entered his stretched hole.

Had Naruto always been this big? The Nara knew he was in no way small, but this… seemed somewhat different. The blonde was filling him in a way he didn't think he could ever be filled, and once again Shikamaru found himself loving his imagination while drunk.

A small cry left his throat, only to be swallowed up by the man atop him as the blonde began thrusting hard into his body. Fuck, he was not going to last long. The strokes were powerful and very accurate; even better than he imagined and had more superior aim than Naruto had ever done to him.

It had to be a dream. His imagination had run away so far that this had to be a dream. Shikamaru knew that reality could not be this good. It almost made him feel like he would be able to die happy once it was done, and he refused to think that it wasn't real, just to hold on to that feeling as long as he could.

He was going to come. Fuck, the blonde pounding into him was too fucking good and he couldn't hold back any longer. Shikamaru bit his bottom lip to try and quell the noises that wanted to escape him. He couldn't let them; he was sure that if he continued to make such sounds, he would end up saying the man's name, the one he truly desired. That was strictly forbidden. He and Naruto kept their desired ones secret and neither wanted to know who the other was thinking of while they had sex. No, Shikamaru could not say his name, he wouldn't….

The blonde's thrusts became harder and faster, causing the Nara to whimper. It was torture! How could he not speak of the one he so desperately wanted to give him pleasure? He knew Naruto would skin him alive if he ever let it slip who he loved and admired and lusted after. Shikamaru had kept it so well hidden for so long; he couldn't let his control slip through his fingers, not now!

The man above him panted into the Nara's ear, body tensing as he came, a moan slipping passed his lips, "Shikamaru…."

His control shattered. Hearing that voice moan his name as he reached his orgasm from having sex with Shikamaru, he couldn't contain it any longer. The Nara's own body tensed as he climaxed, back arching and hands running along the perfectly sculpted chest atop him, the name escaping him against his will, "Minato!"

Shikamaru's head spun as if he'd had more liquor and he panted heavily, hoping that his friend had been too enthralled within his own orgasm to notice his slip. He knew he shouldn't have said it, but it was partially Naruto's fault for calling his name first. That was the excuse he planned to give the blonde before he killed him, which he knew was going to happen. How would anyone feel when they find out one of their best friends was secretly in love with their father?

The Nara slowly opened his eyes; maybe the other had passed out. However, he saw the scar less face with blue eyes staring down at him in a curious way. It appeared his imagination was still supplying his exhausted mind with what he wanted to see. Shikamaru smiled a little. He might as well finish the fantasy.

Raising a shaky hand up, he cupped a soft cheek, dark eyes gazing intently into the blonde's. "I love you," he whispered as his mind finally fell into the darkness of sleep.

Shikamaru groaned as the bright rays of the sun began beating against his eyelids, trying to force them to open. 'Fucking sun.' He turned over and pulled the blanket over his head, sighing heavily. Whatever time it was, somehow he knew it was too early to get up, if the pounding in his head was any indication.

…what was that smell? Wasn't that the same scent, which followed Minato Namikaze everywhere? Why would it be so strong in Naruto's room?

Shikamaru's eyes flew open as the smell brought memories from the night before crashing into his mind. He jolted upright, immediately regretting the action as the pain in his head throbbed. He ignored it, squinting against the little bit of light that was peering in from the closed curtains and realized that he wasn't in Naruto's bedroom. He barely recognized this room.

The Nara looked toward the door as it opened, and one Minato Namikaze walked inside, softly closing the door behind him and strolled up to the bed, handing the younger man a pill and a glass of water with a small smile.

"Good afternoon, Shikamaru," the older blonde gently greeted. Shikamaru was surprised he was able to hold back the urge to shiver at the sound of his voice as he took the offerings.

Giving only a small nod, the younger man gulped down the small white pill and took a few sips of water, eyes darting around almost nervously. He could still detect a faint scent of sex in the air and his ass was a little sore. It was confirmed; someone had pounded his ass the night before, but he wasn't really sure who. Shikamaru was positive that he'd been imagining things. He had sex with Naruto.

'Maybe not,' he decided as his gaze locked with that of the blonde beside the bed. Minato looked a bit worried and a small blush had blossomed cutely across his cheeks.

After a moment of further silence, the older man sighed and sat himself onto the edge of the bed. "Shikamaru," he started, blue eyes looking very seriously into the Nara's slightly frightened dark ones, "we need to talk about the sex we had last night."

…oh, fuck.