Bits and Pieces of Various Wrolds: Collar Me (Naruto)

Title: Collar Me
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Shikamaru/Naruto
Requested by: WordSlaveWriter
Word Count: 441
AN: Um…what now? *shakes head with a sigh and goes to crawl into a ditch*

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With his noddles boiling away on the stove as his roast cooked, Naruto idly played with the collar that he had pulled out for the 3ed anniversary of his relationship with his lover. Reaching out, he grabbed his cup and took a sip as he put it down with a huff.

When he and Shikamaru had started to date, Naruto had been give it by his lover as a gag gift. But they had discovered that they rather enjoyed using it; and so they used it for every specially occasion in their lives. It was fun and Naruto couldn’t help but anticipate the night before him as he stood up and gathered the dishes to set up the table.

Once that was done, he dumped the noodles into a cauldron and let them drain before heading for the bathroom to get ready for when Shikamaru got home. Which, by looking at the clock, would be soon. Taking a shower, the blond slipped into the pants and shirt that he had bought for their anniversary night. Smoothing the dark pants that hugged his hips and thighs down, he walked out to the  kitchen and washed the noodles in hot water as the front door opened and closed.

“Welcome home, Shikamaru,” Naruto called, long fingered hands moving with sure movements as he dumped the noodles into a pot, adding a thin sauce to them. Shikamaru had to smile as he came into the kitchen, finding his lover finishing up the dinner preparations.

“Thanks. How were your classes?” Shikamaru asked as he dropped onto a chair before the set table, content to watch the other cook.

“They were classes. Why am I going for a psychology degree?” Naruto asked as he pulled out the roast. Looking over his shoulder, he swallowed at catching his lazy lover playing with the collar, dark eyes boring into his own as a smirk played on full lips.

“Because you like psychology,” Shikamaru drawled, lips twitching at the blown pupils that nearly took over the blue of his mates eyes. Swallowing once more, Naruto quickly served dinner, the two continuing to chat about their day at school and Shikamarus day at work.

As they lingered over dessert, the lazy male stood up as Narutos eyes closed, enjoying his cake. Picking up the collar, Shikamaru purred softly as he walked around the table and behind his lover, slipping the well worn collar around the others neck, making sure it sat comfortabley around it, not wanting to mar the skin or cut off air.

“Let’s finish our dessert and then anjoy our anniversary,” Shikamaru hummed. Narut couldn’t have agreed more.