So Troublesome
Pairings: ShikaNaru, KakaIru
Warnings: Swearing, slash, shounen ai, intimate situations...
Genre: Romance/Family
Rating: M
Summary: Who knew that telling your respective parent figures would be so difficult?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, then Naruto probably wouldn't be in English, nor would it be at all all right for children to partake in the watching of it. Can we say rating way over R?
A/N: Well, the beginning was... mildly unexpected... Naughty Shika! Naughty! So was the end. God damn those two like sex. P: And I can't remember if there's actually swearing in it... Huh.
I

The next day passed in tense anticipation for Shikamaru as he waited for the allotted time to roll closer. When it finally did he found himself being forced out of his uniform by his lover and into a more casual outfit that consisted of a tan turtleneck and black slacks while Naruto changed into a worn blue T-shirt trimmed with pale orange and brown pants. Both of them kept their sandals, since neither owned another pair of shoes.

"Come on Shikamaru," Naruto called impatiently, fetching his frog pouch and running out of the bedroom. "Let's go! We're gonna be late!"

"Oi, I'm waitin' on you," Shikamaru called back, stuffing his hands into his pockets and leaning against the wall as Naruto scurried about. "Besides, you shouldn't be able to run around like that without wincing."

Naruto peaked around a corner with a foxy grin and a wink, poking his tongue out. "I heal fast, even if it is only stretched muscles."

"Brat," Shikamaru grumbled, unable to help the slightly petulant feeling nor the pout that was forming in reply.

"Yeah," Naruto purred, stalking forward to his lover and running his hands over the brunet's chest. "But as of last night, I'm your brat, right?"

Shikamaru swallowed, flashes of how they spent the night before passing through his mind. The taste of sweat, skin, heat, and saliva teased his tongue, stirring a jolt of arousal. Naruto's fingers traveled down, moving down to cup the steadily growing erection. Shikamaru hummed and rocked his hips into the teasing hand, not noticing the other unbuttoning his pants.

"So, are we gonna go, or are we gonna take a bit longer and take care of this problem that seems to be plaguing you?"

"I think we should take care of it, and then leave," Shikamaru drawled, removing his hands from his pockets and moving them to grab the blond's flank through his pants, gently squeezing the flesh filling his hands. "It would be rude to arrive with such a dilemma, wouldn't it?"

Naruto pushed his nose against Shikamaru's neck and laughed quietly. "Yeah, I don't think Iruka-sensei would be too impressed with you then."

"Mm, can't have that." Shikamaru groaned, his pants pushed down his hips and his underwear getting dragged down with them. His eyes drifted close as he enjoyed the heat of his lover against him, continuing his kneading. Hazy brown eyes fluttered open as the heat moved down his body, coming to rest against his hip. Warm breath washed over his exposed flesh, raising goose bumps over his thighs. "Naruto? You don't have to do that-"

Naruto's eyes flicked up, bright in the pale sunlight filtering into the area. His lips curled into a smile and his tongue slid slowly out of his mouth, lapping at the flushed head. The muscles in Shikamaru's thighs and hips tensed as he fought the urge to thrust against the smirking mouth.

"You should know better than to tease, you brat," he growled, combing his fingers through the thick blond hair and nudging the lips forward. Naruto laughed again and traced the thick vein on the underside of his cock, the tip playing around the head. His rolled his hips in a circular motion, rubbing the shaft of his penis against a tanned, scarred cheek.

"But it's adorable watching you steadily get redder and redder," Naruto quipped, swallowing the head and suckling at it, taking the rest of it in little by little, using the wet heat of his mouth to push Shikamaru as close to the edge as he would allow himself to be pushed. Shikamaru let out a loud groan and clenched his fingers around the strands, bucking his hips. Naruto moved his head with the movements and then grabbed them to stop his lover from choking him, sliding his mouth off.

"Cock tease," Shikamaru growled. Naruto poked out his tongue and yelped when he received a mouthful of dick. Blue eyes glared balefully up at him and he offered a cocky smirk, gyrating his hips and slowly working in the last couple of inches. Naruto shrugged and rolled his eyes, resting back on his haunches and allowing his lover to do as he pleased. Shikamaru hummed and began to thrust shallowly, watching the tanned face intently for signs of discontent. Seeing none he continued, gradually increasing his pace. Naruto suckled encouragingly, meeting the movements.

Warm hands cupped the heavy, swinging sac, massaging them, adding pressure and more pleasure. Precum began to seep out of the slit, rubbed off onto the back of Naruto's throat and the top of his tongue. Sucking harder, Naruto bobbed his head, wiggling his tongue around in his mouth to further stimulate. Shikamaru watched until the tight coiling in his loins abruptly released, balls tightening, and with a grunt he ejaculated.

Wide blue eyes blinked up at him, cum dripping down his chin as he slid his mouth off of the flaccid penis with a slurp. A soft hiccup escaped the blond and the dark face screwed up into intense contemplation.

"It tastes weird," Naruto complained, searching for a moment and finding a discarded white shirt from the night before to wipe his mouth off with. Shikamaru panted, head lolling back. He caught a glimpse of the clock and sighed, swiping the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead away on his shirt sleeve.

"Now we're extremely late instead of overdue," he grumbled, letting his head thump lightly against the wall. Naruto snickered, nuzzling the exposed thigh, tenderly tucking his lover back into his pants and clamping his teeth around the zipper and pulling it up.

"Aw come on, I'm sure Kakashi-sensei will understand," Naruto teased, hoisting himself up and pecking his boyfriends lips.

"It's not Kakashi that I'm worried about." Naruto blinked at him, then slowly began to chortle helplessly, resting his face against Shikamaru's shoulder. The brunet halfheartedly attempted to shrug the blond away, finding only enough energy to be mildly annoyed.

"D-don't tell me you're afraid of I-Iruka-sensei!" Naruto's knees began to shake and buckle, forcing him to lean heavily on the other boy.

"More so than Kakashi," Shikamaru huffed, a frown growing on his lips that strongly resembled a pout and prompting a fresh bout of laughter from the slighter boy, "it's true...He can be frightening when he wants to be."

Naruto sucked in a deep breath and held it, body trembling in his attempt to quell his laughter for his lovers sake. Calming down after a moment, he rolled his eyes. "I can agree with you on some level I suppose. Iruka-sensei can be brutal when it comes to doing the dishes."

Shikamaru nodded solemnly and then blinked, eyebrows drawing down into a confused point. "The dishes? And you would know this... how?"

Naruto blinked up at him innocently, a wide smile curving his lips. "Oh, I didn't tell you? I lived with him for a while when my apartment got wrecked."

"Your-? No, I won't ask. Too troublesome."

"Either way, we're late, and it'll be on your head, so lets move." Shikamaru groaned and thumped his head against the wall, hastily shoving off when the blond opened the door and strutted out, not bothering to wait for him.
II

Shikamaru clutched the bottle he held (plum wine from his families stores that he had grabbed before his verbal altercation with his mother the night before), face carefully kept in its perpetually bored mask, not allowing the nervousness he felt to show in any way but the sweat that was slowly saturating the fabric at his armpits. Not that it would help; the two teachers would zero in on the signs like vultures on a bloody carcass.

Naruto glanced at him and smiled reassuringly, gently rubbing a hand along one arm. The other was brought up to pound on the door, rattling it in its frame. "Oi! Iruka-sensei! Open up!"

There was a crash on the other side, followed by a yelp, then a series of frantic sounds that could only be movements, then another thump, this one against the door. He heard muffled voices, one low and insistent and the other loud and angry. A flash of chakra disengaged the numerous traps that lined the door and front hall. Shikamaru suspected that there were more than he could sense, knowing the suspicious nature of the Jounin and his former teachers skills with trapping (that was a day he would never forget).

The door was wrenched open and a thoroughly disheveled Iruka was exposed, a disappointed Kakashi leaning over his shoulder, his visible eyebrow drawn down.

"So close to putting it in too," the Jounin muttered with a forlorn sigh. Iruka flushed red and elbowed the lanky man, who fell back with a groan. Naruto made a distressed noise in the back of his throat, turning his burning face into Shikamaru's sleeve. The younger brunet simply hummed and silently laughed about their respective situations.

"Iruka-sensei, Kakashi-sensei," he greeted, bowing shallowly at the waist, unable to move further due to the parasite clinging to his arm. Beet red and vaguely mortified, Iruka nodded in return, clearing his throat and stepping inside to invite them in, dragging his moaning lover down the hall.

"Wimp," he berated, dropping Kakashi's vest and nudging his gently with his toe.

"Heartless," Kakashi huffed, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on one hand, tapping one foot against the ground and zeroing on Iruka's rear as he walked. Naruto caught the movement and let out a soft warning growl from the back of his throat, hooking his foot around the supporting wrist as he walked by and grinning as Kakashi's face met the hardwood floor with a dull thunk.

"Kakashi, what did you do?" Iruka called from the kitchen, a playful lilt to his voice.

"Me? Why me? Couldn't it have been the devil child who just caused me to oh-so-gracefully face plant on the floor?" Kakashi whined, spurring a bout of soft laughter from the kitchen where Naruto and Shikamaru had retreated. Iruka appeared in the doorway and planted his hands on his hips, cocking them to the side.

"Come on you big baby," he teased, stepping up to his lover and holding his hands out, "dinner's ready and Shikamaru-kun brought wine."

Kakashi's mischievous grin was concealed by the black fabric that Iruka was, under normal circumstances, very adept at reading. However, considering his younger brother was in the kitchen unsupervised, he wasn't paying as close attention as he usually would have, thus creating the opening Kakashi needing to drag him to the ground and shamelessly molest him in the relative safety of the living room entrance. Naruto could only begin to wonder what had caused his former teacher to yelp before Shikamaru conveniently distracted him.

Iruka stormed in ten minutes later, face entirely stained red and dragging a dreamily grinning Kakashi behind him. A small stain of drool was darkening the mask and by the inverted 'U' shape of his eye -as well as the glossed over look- was evidence that he was still reliving whatever it was that had taken them so long to complete.

"Food," Iruka muttered, releasing his perverted lover by his chair and moving to the counter, hurriedly moving hot dishes onto the table. He skillfully deflected the occasional attempted grope from Kakashi and finally sat down, muscles relaxing. All of them snatched up their respective pairs of chopsticks, broke them apart.

"Itadakimasu!" they chorused, each with varying levels of enthusiasm. Iruka smiled indulgently when Naruto began devouring the food on his plate with a zealous vigor. Shikamaru ate slower, but with an appreciation Iruka didn't normally receive during his meals. Kakashi devoured the food on his plate as quickly as he always did when in the presence of someone who wasn't Iruka, sitting back contentedly with his hands folded over his belly. Naruto pulled a close second, even after piling a second and third helping onto his plate. Iruka shook his head and placed the morsels in his mouth at a more sedate pace like Shikamaru, unintentionally giving his lover a show when he licked the extra soya sauce off his chopsticks.

"Really, you two should slow yourselves and leave room," he chastised gently and without the usual fire that followed one of his rebuttals, "after all, there's dessert after. However, if you don't want any..."

Both the most important boys in his life immediately sat to attention, posture suddenly straightened and their stomachs inexplicably expanded. The greedy gazes of three eyes landed on him, silently urging him to finish faster. Shikamaru watched, amused by the gluttony they were desperately attempting to convey. As the end of the main course drew closer, both blond's leaned forward, excitement radiating off them in waves.

Iruka laid his chopsticks in a deliberately slow manner, sucking in a long breath and prolonging his boys' pain and suffering. Finally the brunette offered a smirk and stood from his seat, gathering the plates and depositing them at the sink. Naruto's mouth dropped open and Kakashi's mask was darkened by a splotch of drool, eye curled up into an 'n' shape.

Dessert passed quickly, the majority of the sugary treat fought over and devoured by Kakashi and Naruto while Iruka and Shikamaru shook their heads and stealthily stole pieces, popping them into their mouths. They shared a sly smile between them and both leaned back to watch the miniature war rage until one chunk remained in the dish Iruka had brought out. Before it could escalate again Iruka stood and snatched the morsel, popping it in his mouth.

Two simultaneous groans of disappointment rang through the small room. Kakashi glared, his single visible eye brimming with disappointment. Naruto pouted, staring at his former teacher with big blue eyes.

Iruka rolled his eyes and raised a critical eyebrow at his boys.

"Really you two, do you honestly think I don't know all the tricks? I invented that look Naruto, so don't even try." Naruto huffed and shoved back a handful of hair off his forehead, crossing his arms over his chest. Kakashi sniggered, sliding his foot up Iruka's thigh. "Kakashi."

"Huh?" At the innocent glance Iruka slipped his hand under the table and pinched the bandage-covered calf, smiling widely at the responding yelp.

"That's better."

Really, Shikamaru was kind of foggy on the details of how a school teacher had managed to subdue one of the most powerful men in their village, but he remembered exactly which teacher he was thinking about and dismissed the idea that the hierarchy of their relationship was a ridiculous notion.

"Now," Iruka said abruptly, standing up and piling the plates, "clean up."

"Mah, Iruka, let me and Naruto take care of it." Kakashi stood and snagged the dishes, planting a chaste, masked kiss on his lovers lips, pushing their noses together and winking. "You cooked and Shikamaru-kun is a guest. Go relax."

"Thanks," Iruka murmured, his smile taking on a more affectionate tilt. "Come Shikamaru-kun, we'll wait for them to finish in the living room, okay?"

Twitching slightly with a slight sense of foreboding, Shikamaru nodded warily, standing and following his former teacher out of the dining room. Iruka motioned to a comfortable looking soft beige couch before perching on the adjacent loveseat, leaning back into the soft cushions.

"So, I don't have be too graphic in explaining what, exactly will happen if Naruto comes to me heartbroken, correct?" Iruka asked with a smile and a inquiring tilt of his head. Shikamaru cleared his throat and hastily shook his head negatively.

"Of course not Iruka-sensei," he answered, trying not to mumble or show that his limbs were slowly beginning to shake in awe of the fear and respect that he managed to instill in every student he's had, past and present.

"Good." Iruka's smile went terrifying and meant completely to intimidate (did he work in T&I in his spare time or something? Even Ibiki would be pissing himself) to a wide, real grin with a little bit of teeth and crinkled eyes. The scar on his nose wrinkled and Iruka let out a little laugh. "Now, don't let me scare you off or anything. I'm happy for you and Naruto, I really am. I just don't want either of you getting hurt."

"And by either you mean Naruto," Shikamaru muttered, nodding his head.

"No," Iruka said, tone sharp, "I mean either of you. I'm going to be giving Naruto a talk as well, both Kakashi and I, about relationships. He hasn't exactly been on the receiving end of many healthy ones in his lifetime."

"Well, I'm fairly certain he knows it isn't good conduct to sleep with someone else and I know enough not to take his obsession with Sasuke the wrong way. Past that, I think we might be able to figure this thing out."

"All right." Iruka smiled again and folded his legs up, looking to the doorway as he spoke. "I'll leave it to the two of you to teach each other the ropes."

Shikamaru turned as well, wondering what had caught the older brunet's attention. Kakashi walking in, hands in his pockets and eyes locked on Iruka, ignoring the younger man on the sofa.

"Everything's finished?" Iruka asked, holding his hand up for Kakashi to take.

"Yeah. Naruto's just putting the last of it away."

Shikamaru observed their comfortable manners, watching them unconsciously turn towards each others bodies, entwine their fingers, and make sure their thighs pushed firmly against one another. He wondered vaguely if he and Naruto did that yet, and if not, if they would ever give off that sense of comfort and love that was strong enough to notice, but subtle enough to not overwhelm the other people in the room.

After Naruto bounced back into the room, they stayed and chatted for another hour (Read: Iruka and Shikamaru talked while Naruto and Kakashi waged another miniature war between the couches) before Iruka sent them off ("Kakashi has a mission early tomorrow morning, so it's off to bed.").

As they walked home, Naruto gently nudged him with his hip. "So what did you and Iruka-sensei talk about when we were doing dishes?"

"Nothing overly important," Shikamaru answered slowly, lazily tilting his head back to watch the clouds swim across the night sky. "Just how he would dismember me if I did something to hurt you."

"He would," Naruto snorted, swinging around to clasp both their hands together and plant a slow kiss on the brunet's exposed neck.

"Nothing wrong with being protective of your charge." Naruto grinned and nodded.

"I know, and I love him for it." Disentangling on of their hands he reached up and pulled the other boys head down, pushing their lips together. "But I love you too, and I trust you."

"Me too," Shikamaru murmured, freeing his other hand, wrapping his arms around the blond's waist and teleporting them home.
III

Curled in bed, freshly washed ("Kakashi, I swear, if the hot water runs out again and we aren't finished-!") and still feeling the slow, wonderful burn from sex that always lingered well into the next day, Iruka sighed and pulling Kakashi's arms tighter around himself.

"What?" Iruka smiled and turned his head, accepting the long kiss that always followed. Long pale fingers moved down, brushing against his hip and tracing the curve of his ass.

"Kakashi," he hissed, smacking the taller man lightly, "we just did it. Three times! Are you not exhausted yet?"

"You know me better than that, Ruka," Kakashi purred, slipping around so he was hovering over top, a lecherous smirk on his lips. "I could go all night."

"Not tonight you can't," Iruka grumbled, "you have a mission in the morning."

"Come on baby, indulge me." Kakashi leaned down, kissed his scar and then moved down to suck at his neck. "Just one last time."

"That's what you said in the shower," Iruka pointed out. "Pervert."

"If we can't have sex, then will you at least tell me what's on your mind?" Kakashi asked, lowering his body to drop onto Iruka's, his erection remaining regardless of his lovers firm thwarting.

"I'm just worried about those two I suppose." Iruka sighed and brought his arms up to wrap around Kakashi's shoulders, hands splaying over his shoulder blades and just below. "I don't want them to get hurt."

"But they'll have to, to learn," Kakashi pointed out, "whether we want them to experience it or not, if they want to treat each other right, they have to learn from their mistakes."

"I know," Iruka muttered, pushing his face against Kakashi's neck, "and that's the worst part."

"Well then," Kakashi started cheerfully after a small measure of silence, "I'll just have to distract you, won't I?"

"What?"

Kakashi dove back into his former attempts with a new vigour, ignoring Iruka's yelps and protestations and working his magic until he had his lover moaning and begging for more.
IV
Well, there we go. I'm sorry it's so late! I got distracted by school, but I've finally finished something! Yay! Please let me know what you all think. I'm... kind of nervous actually. For all I say that I'm not shy about writing sex scenes (Which I have no problem with), I'm kind of wary about peoples reactions to them, or anything similar. Never know if other people will like it.

So, please review! Tell me what you think.