AN: Hey, it's MPAK again. I know I haven't been around in a long time, growing up sucks. But I'm back to fufill your smutty wishes in a way only someone as deranged as I can.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

When the realization first set in, Shino felt sick to his stomach. He stared at the soft green, sparsely decorated wall across from him as his seed dried on his hand and stomach. He stared, slack , seeing nothing. His stomach revolted against him, and even though he knew he was going to vomit, he sat, paralyzed.

'You are a sick fuck,' his inner monologue reminded him, 'a filthy, disgusting whore.' Shino grunted softly in agreement, feeling the noise reverberate around in his hollow feeling chest and acid-laden stomach. The noise seemed to have claws that it stuck into the side of his stomach, making it flip-flop and putting the acid pumps on overdrive.

He grit his teeth, his jaw tightening as he fought off a wave of nausea. Bile rose to his throat and was silently choked back down.

'Clean up and make yourself useful, faggot,' his mind screamed hateful words and yet he made no other sounds, remaining dreadfully silent as he stood and walked to his personal bathroom. He let his shinobi slacks fall to the floor and peeled off his half lifted fishnet shirt with his clean hand. He kicked the garments into the corner and turned on the hot water, watching the powerful stream pour from the tap.

The sound was deafening. Shino was glad for the distraction.

His kikaichu hummed in anticipation. They had been silent throughout the ordeal that was causing the young man so much mental pain. Why hadn't they buzzed or hummed? Screeched or chirped? He ran his clean hand through his messy hair, the always fluffy mass sticking out at even more odd angles than usual.

The hum slowly rised to an agonizing frenzy of chirping, grinding and buzzing. It was time for the insects to repopulate. Again. The tiny creatures swarmed in mounds under his skin, writhing about against each other, making Shino groan. They were so active these days, evolving into smarter creatures, and quickly.

When he stepped under the unbearably hot spray, the creatures scattered, burrowing deeper, trying to get away from the excruciating heat. Though not cold, Shino shook as the water assaulted him, his paper white skin turning red in an instant. No kikaichu broke through his skin for the remainder of the short shower. Shino remained in the fierce spray only long enough to wash his hair and clean the remnants of his shame from his body.

Once out of the shower, the insects slowly began to rise back to the surface, making Shino groan as they pierced the over-sensitized skin and crawled, their tiny legs feeling like pin pricks everywhere they went.

After briefly towelling himself off, he wrapped said cloth around his waist and stopped for a moment, leaning over the toilet. He knelt down, bracing himself with one hand on the counter, the other coming up to wipe moisture from his brow. The kikaichu were once again a frenzy. His stomach churned and he was torn between forcing the sickness up and trying to fight it off.

He took a deep breath when he felt the first lurch upward of his stomach contents, or lack thereof, and braced himself. He gagged silently. The second lurch spilled bile and remains of last nights dinner into the bowl.

'Sick fuck. You deserve this,' again with this inner monologue. Shino tore a few squares of bath tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth where a little spittle hung. He threw the tissue into the bowl and spat before flushing it.

He returned to the main part of his room and dressed, bottoms first, briefs, then spandex shorts then his standard-issue slacks. His tops were next, a new fishnet shirt, the material tugging at his stiff nipples, then a thin long-sleeved shirt, then his undercoat, then overcoat. He put on his sunglasses and ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair a few times before putting his hood up.

He sighed and leaned his head back, popping his neck, preparing himself to face the world. He put the noisy hum of the kikaichu out of his mind as he opened the door to his bedroom and headed to the kitchen to help with breakfast.

Shibi and two other Aburame, one Shino recognized as his cousin, the other he had no idea who they were. They were both pretty standard as far as Aburame went, bundled up in heavy coats, regardless of the weather, thick, dark glasses over their eyes. One male and one female, helping his father prepare breakfast.

The Aburame had an interesting clan structure, one that Shino had been taught at a young age. Shibi, although rather simple in dress and manner, was the head of the clan and Shino, the heir. They could have had other members of the clan wait on them hand and foot like other clans had, but they didn't. They could have had a harem, but they didn't. Simple, clean and quiet was the new way of the Aburame, since Shibi's grandfather, Gen. They used to be a lavish clan who's ruler took charge with an iron fist, ruling by fear. But in recent generations, bonds were made, trust was gained by respect and kindness. The leaders no longer hoarded, but instead shared and encouraged each other to help their neighbors. Everyone was happier this way, as stories passed down told.

Shino set the table as the three older Aburame's cooked, all in silence. The female gave a polite nod as she walked by Shino. The male that Shino recognized couldn't have been more than a few years older than he and he looked frustrated. It seemed that his kikaichu were in the mating process as well. Shino could tell by the way his hands shook and gave him a knowing look before returning to his duties.

They all ate together, though the other two did not live in the main household, sharing the spoils of labour was an Aburame custom. No one spoke, even as Shino only had a bowl of rice, holding up his hand to turn away fish and eggs. He only accepted another dish when sliced melon was held out to him by the female. It was his favorite food, after all.

"Thank you," he said, taking the bowl, spooning a few chunks onto a small plate, "Your name is?"

"Jun," She said simply, a forced smile playing on her pink lips.

"Thank you, Jun," with that, he handed the bowl back and she sat it on the table, returning to her food. She seemed to have a healthy appetite. Her insects seemed quiet. Did she have a better handle on them than he did? He may have to ask her what her secret was at a later date.

The male, however, was starting to breathe heavily. He was sweating, trying to hide obvious arousal. His kikai were moving under his skin.

"May I be excused?" He asked, pushing his plate back slightly.

"Of course," Shibi said, so composed as always. Shino's breath caught in his throat, a barely audible gasp escaping as he watched his father gesture to the pots still on the stove. "Make sure you take some food back for your mother and sister. I heard your mother has been ill and with you working, it must be hard for your sister to take care of her."

"Yes sir, thank you." The young man said with a slight bow, wiping the sweat from his brow, hurridly putting some food in the disposable dishes Shibi kept handy.

Once the young man was gone, Shino and Jun let a sigh of relief pass their lips. They smirked at each others expressiveness. There was no change in Shibi's composure as he ate.

Once breakfast was finished, Shino and Shibi cleared the table and put the leftovers away while Jun prepared the sink for the dishes.

The young man had been a pleasant distraction, though it was less pleasant that he would have liked, from Shino's disgust at himself, keeping his mind off of his troubles even though the source was in the room. But that distraction was gone and Jun and her kikaichu were so quiet, it was like they weren't even there. It felt like just Shino and his father and Shino's mind was still reeling from the fact that his thoughts has drifted to his father during his last bout with his uncontrollable lust.

Shibi's coat was partly unzipped, revealing his strong jaw line, lined with a well groomed line of fuzz, pinkish peach lips accentuated against skin that, to this day, Shino could not figure out how it got it's sunkissed appearance. Those lips that he'd been staring at were moving, but the hum of Shino's kikaichu overtook the deep yet soft voice of his father. Shino fought with the insects to quiet them down.

"I'm sorry?" Shino said, moving away as his father moved infront of him to grab a plate from the table.

"I asked when you leave for your training exercises today," Shibi said, raising an eyebrow at the pale boy. "You did schedule a training excessive with Kurenai and your old team today, didn't you?"

"Oh. I apologize. Yes. Yes I did. We are to meet at ten. Why? Did you need something?" Shino mentally kicked himself for asking that. He sounded way too eager.

"No, I was just wondering," Shibi said. Once the table as clean he zipped up his coat. "I have errands to run and won't be back until late. You'll have to feed yourself. There are plenty of leftovers." Stating the obvious also ran in the family.

Shino nodded and Shibi left. Shino stared after his father until he couldn't see him anymore, the deafening hum returning to torture him some more. At least it drowned out his painful thoughts.

"Shino-" At the touch of a hand on his shoulder, Shino jumped, his shoulders hunched, his arms pulled in close to his body. He spun around to face Jun. "I'm sorry," she said, bowing slightly. "You looked worried."

Shino studied her for a moment before he spoke. Her long black hair was tied back in a braid which curled around her neck and over her shoulder, under her coat, which was a pale tan.

"There are things on my mind, but it's nothing for you to be concerned about," he said, nodding in a dismissive manner.

"Yes sir," she said and went back to the dishes.

There were still two hours before he had to meet the others for training. Shino thought about going back to his room and tossing off again, but that voice began to berate him once more.

'You're only going to think about your father again, you useless trash. I bet you'd even say "daddy!", you slut.' Shino sighed and leaned his head against the wall, his glasses sliding down his nose. Jun took a glance over her shoulder at him, but said nothing. 'You want to get on your knees, feel the cock in you that made you. Have potential brothers and sisters running down your legs...'

"Enough," Shino whispered. Jun pursed her lips, but stayed silent. When Shino left through the back door, she shook her head. Shino wasn't quite as obvious as Daiki, the other male, had been, but it was still apparent that the sexual nature of the Aburame clan was getting to the young man. She sighed, blowing a strand of hair that had slipped free of her braid away.

Shino took his time walking to the training grounds, but there was still an hour and a half before the others would be there. He lay down in the cool grass in the shade of a tree, the early morning dew not making it past his first layer of clothing. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, the back of his hand the only part of his body connecting with the grass.

Kikaichu broke the skin in various places, crawling over the outside of his skin. Shino writhed as the bugs copulated, his thoughts wandering as his length started to swell, pushing hard against the spandex he wore.

He thought about Jun for a moment, imagining what she would look like without her jacket, without any clothes. He imagined grabbing her braid and pulling it tightly around her neck. He let out a soft groan and brought his hand up to his face, running pale fingertips over flushed skin, then down, under the jacket where he dug his nails into the junction of neck and shoulder, scratching himself hard, trying to distract himself from his lewd thoughts.

Contrary to popular belief, the Aburame were very sexual, very lusty creatures and sex was a very important part of life, a celebrated part. Bisexuality was even thought of as honorable. But it was always difficult on youths, those coming of age. When hormones run rampant and the kikaichu are breeding every few hours, some would be driven insane by the desires of the flesh.

In more recent years, the Aburame had taken to studying as a way to distract themselves from their primal urges, taking up careers in the sciences and the like. Any Aburame youth would gladly delve into a book, no matter how boring to any other, just for the hopes that it would ease their torture. Many young Aburame's had strange hobbies because of this desperate need for distraction.

Shino collected comic books and painted. He also had an interest in Entomology, which one would assume was a given for being a member of the Aburame clan, but it was actually a rarity. Yes, most knew an extensive amount about the kikaichu, but beyond that, insects were just another creature in the world.

An hour passed with Shino occasionally scratching himself to distract him from those troubling thoughts.

He sat up and looked at his left hand which still had a pink and white scar from where he'd put a kunai through it after pleasuring himself to thoughts of Hinata. He'd hated himself for thinking of his sweet, innocent, albeit busty young friend that way. He flexed his hand and watched the crinkled skin of the scar wrinkle. An ugly reminder of his social handicap. He wasn't really close to anyone except for Hinata. She always remembered his birthday, always got him gifts on special occasions, always smiled at him, extended her hand to him when no one else did.

'Would she still take your hand if she knew what you did with it?' The voice piped up. She was so forgiving, she probably would. 'But she'd never look at you the same again. All her smiles would be forced, her affection limited.' The skin on his face shifted as kikaichu fled from the area as tears welled up in his eyes.

Shino chuckled. Depression was his savior from arousal.

He stood up and paced nervously, opting to stand still when he noted how his clothing was rubbing on him, threatening to bring him back to the point where he'd have to claw himself again.

Shino wanted to scream, but no respectable Aburame would let this get the better of them. He didn't know how much longer he could take this. He wasn't even safe in his dreams, always writhing against a body. He'd had dreams of eating out Kurenai, her hand in his hair as he slipped her panties off, teasing her clit with his tongue as she spurred him on with breathy moans. Kiba and Akamaru tag-teaming him, Akamaru taking a human form, of course. Kiba would plow him from behind, dirty words falling from his lips and all Shino could do would be to moan around the cock in his mouth, the Kiba look-a-like Akamaru brutally fucking his face until he cried. He even had a dream once about getting fisted by Guy, but he woke up flaccid from that one. 'Thank fuck!'

He avoided the Yamanakas and anyone else who had mind-controll/reading abilities like the plague, though he couldn't say he'd mind bending Ino over one of the display shelves in her parents shop. Her dad wasn't that bad looking either.
'I think someone has a daddy fetish,' Shino just grunted in responce.

For the remaining time, Shino stood, petrified, terrified that if he moved, he'd send himself spiraling into another bout of uncontrollable lust. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate, clear his mind.

He slowly opened his eyes when he heard foot steps, mentally grimacing at Kiba's obnoxiously loud voice as he called out to Akamaru. Less than five meters away and Kiba had yet to notice his presence. Kiba yapped at Akamaru, as if the dog understood him, which, in Akamaru's case, he probably did.

"Do you ever shut up?" Shino asked, ducking his face down into his jacket to hide his grin when Kiba jumped.

"Fuck, Shino!" Kiba said, grabbing his chest.

"Your place or mine?" Shino couldn't resist the jab.

Kiba made a sour face and glared half-heartedly at Shino.

Hinata arived shortly, in all her busty glory, followed by Kurenai, who reeked of cigarette smoke and sex.

The Aburame had fairly good noses, not like the Inuzuka who could say "Oh, your mom is making yakitori, peas, rice and pickled plums, your sister had sex with a sand ninja yesterday and by the way, she's pregnant." No, but they could pick up on pheremones and it drove them crazy. It drove the insects under his skin crazy.

Kurenai had had sex recently, possibly within the hour, no doubt with Asuma. Shino could imagine his seed dripping down her legs as she walked up. He wrinkled his nose at the thought. He rolled his eyes and pushed the thought from his mind.

For a while, training went surprisingly well. Shino kept his eyes off of Hinata's bustline and managed to keep his wits about him for a good round of tag and some short sparring matches. Kurenai's stink dissipated and Shino was honestly surprised that Kiba didn't comment on Kurenai's recent activities, since he'd be able to smell her.

All went well until Kiba stretched out and took his shirt off. Shino froze. He watched in awe as Kiba tossed the shirt aside, his lean muscles glistening with sweat. Shino felt his heart leap into his throat and his dick start to swell.

Kurenai turned to Shino when she heard him gasp.

"Want to go another round, Shino?" Kiba asked.

Shino took his hand out of his pocket and clenched his fist. He slammed his hand into a tree, splinters of wood flying off in all directions, a fist sized dent left in the bark.

"Or... Not." Kiba looked confused. Shino appeared to be staring past Kiba from the way his face was angled, but he was looking at that beautiful bronzed chest, wanting to lick away every bead of sweat that slipped over the curves of the lean muscles. Wanting to bite and tug on the erect nipples.

Kurenai slowly walked over to Shino. She reached her hand out and placed it on his shoulder. He pulled back and looked at her as though she'd burnt him. She put her hand on her hip.

"Are you alright?" She asked, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"I'm not feeling well," Shino gave a half-assed response.

"Are you sick?" Hinata asked, taking a step closer. Kiba slowly circled the group.

'Very,' Shino's inner voice added. Sho couldn't help but grin sadisticly at that one.

"Just a little pain and a slight fever," Shino said, which weren't lies. "I should probably go rest. If I may, Kurenai-sensei?"

The damn screeching of his kikaichu was ear-splitting.

"You're not a genin any more. I can't tell you to stay," she said.

"Should I walk you home, Shino-kun?" Hinata asked, genuine concern for him breaking Shino's heart.

"I'll manage," he said and nodded at her before taking off.

Jun. Shino had to find the older Aburame and figure out how she was dealing with it. She had to have some sort of information that could help him. He was digging his nails into his neck to stop himself from thinking about Kiba.

Back at his house, the dishes were done and the kitchen was spotless. There was a snack set out on the table with a folded piece of paper with his name on it.

The handwriting on the note was feminine and loopy, certainly not his fathers handwriting. He popped a piece of melon into his mouth as he read the note.

Shino,
I will be at Yamanaka Flowers until late this evening if you need someone to talk to.
-Jun

That was one place he certainly did not want to go, but if it meant getting his hands on her chest-hips- technique for controlling the lust that was consuming his being, he'd go. But first he had a few things to take care of.

Finally alone in the house, alone with his thoughts, he could relax a little, eat something, clean up and rub one out before he went to talk to Jun.

He finished the melon and made to get something else, but his desire was a more pressing matter, rubbing painfully against his clothes, his balls sticking to his leg from the sweat. He adjusted himself, something he would never do in the presence of others and took off upstairs to his bedroom.

Shino shed his clothes and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to a comfortably warm one. As he waited for the water to heat, he fondled himself, slowly stroking his shaft before cupping his balls, rolling them slowly, gently between his fingers, feeling their weight in his hand. He moaned softly, reaching out with his other hand to feel the temperature of the water. Perfect. He slipped in and closed the curtain.

He leaned his forehead against the wall and let the water run down his back. With his eyes closed, he rubbed his unoccupied hand over his chest, groaning at the feeling of his stiff nipples rubbing his palm. His other hand moved down to tease his thighs.

His fingers eventually made their way between his cheeks, spreading himself, pressing a finger against his tight hole, just rubbing over it, not penetrating. Shino bit his lip, imagining his father teasing him in such a manner and his dick throbbed, hanging heavy between his legs, precum washed away the second it saw light. Shino took a bottle of body wash and uncapped it, spreading some on his fingers. He dropped the bottle and his hands went back to their previous positions, the soap easing the glide of his finger.

Shino muttered a curse as he pressed his middle finger inside himself, up to the first knuckle. Slowly, he pressed it in further, bringing his other hand up to brace himself on the wall. He tilted his head up, exposing his neck to the spray of the water, thinking abour how Shibi's lips and facial hair would feel on his neck as the other fingered him.

Spreading his legs a bit further, Shino pressed a second finger in with the first, gritting his teeth, loving the stretching sensation.

A third finger worked a hiss out of him, this kind of pain making his dick jump.

Imaginary tanned hands on his hips as a hard dick slipped in and out of him, Shino couldn't help but moan, his cheek pressed against the cold tile, his other hand stroking himself. He moaned and cursed out loud, crying out to his imagination.

"Fuck," barely a whisper, "Daddy..." He moaned and found himself spilling his seed, his dick throbbing in his hand. He looked down to watch, imagining watching the older Aburame pull out and cum on him.

He came down from the glorious high far too quickly and was smacked in the face with a feeling of guilt. He washed himself, scrubbing away his shame with a rough loofa.

Tears slipped down his cheeks and were washed away by the shower spray.

'Cry, bitch,' He mentally berated himself, 'You deserve to cry. You sick fuck.'

He shut off the water and dried himself off, dressing again, changing his undergarments. The urge to fuck was gone, temporarilly, and so was the desire to eat. The feeling of sickness built in his stomach as he walked from his room, downstairs to the livingroom.

He laid on the couch and just sighed.

After a few minutes rest he forced himself to get up and head to Yamanaka Flowers, fearing that the urge would be back soon.

AN: I had planned for this to be a one-off thing, but it didn't pan out that way and kind of turned into a sort of Shino-has-a-sex-addiction type thing. It'll be interesting. I'm going to let it flow as I go along through the chapters. Wish Shino luck, because in my hands, all characters are SOL, even my favorites.