Yo my beautiful and amazing people! So, I was thinking about ideas for the other KakaSaku stories, and I'm afraid to say that i've run into a terrible case of writers block.

So, I came up with this lovely piece of writing for you people!

He is my favourite character in the anime EVER, alongside the one and only Mr. Hatake.

Of course-

It's SHIKAMARU NARA!

YESH- BASK IN THE GLORY!

This picture contains all characters being used in this story! .

Okay. So, quick rundown. The italics are a flashback, so to speak. There is swearing in this, so I hope you're not fucking bothered. XD

Aha. Lol- But yeah. Seriously.

There is going to be some shexy-time in the next chapter, and of course, Shikamaru is going to pretend not to enjoy it. Hence the M rating. ;)

I hope you all like my little idea, XD

(I do not condone tying people up and raping them in a training field. It won't go down well with society, no matter how irresistibly SEXY they are!)

- Jay

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"Practical Jokes"

The sky was beginning to lighten up when Shikamaru had opened his eyes. The brown irises flexed as they struggled to take in what was around him. The male tried to move, but found that his body was heavy, limp. He felt a slight ache in his chest. He sighed heavily, and brought his eyes to see where he was. The area was flat, and mostly dirt. There were trees slightly obscuring the fences behind them, and lining the clearing that he was in.

After a brief moment of confusion, Shikamaru attempted to lift his arms. To his surprise, they were bound. His heart skipped a beat as he realised where he was, and what had happened to him. He was in the training field, strapped to a large log that had been placed horizontally in the ground. It was mainly used for training; punching, kicking, throwing kunai and shuriken at. That explained the scuff marks on the surface of the deep brown wood.

Shikamaru tried to pull his wrists away from the wood, but he failed as soon at he'd moved his wrist apart a few millimetres. He looked over his shoulder to figure out what he was bound with, to see if he could snap it and then get back to the village before anyone had noticed he'd gone. His slender but fit frame provided him with enough room to shuffle over and glance down at what he was tied with. The thing was shiny, metallic. Then he felt a knot tighten in his throat. "What the heck?" He panicked, seeing the handcuffs around his wrists restraining him from movement. The silver chain between the metal loops around his wrist rattled together as he struggled against them.

And after a minute or two of silence, he remembered the event that had occurred a few hours earlier.

"Ha-ha, Shika. Do you really think so?" Chouji asked, as the pair of shinobi walked through the streets of the Hidden Leaf.

"Well yeah. Idiot, I just said I did, didn't I?" Shikamaru replied. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets. He and Chouji were on their way to Ichiraku Ramen for some food. For some odd reason, Chouji had said he'd 'treat' Shikamaru to a meal. Hesitantly, Shikamaru agreed, thinking that nothing could be wrong with it.

When they reached Ichiraku, their meals we're already waiting for them. "…Chouji, what did you break?"

"Huh? Nothing! Why would you think I broke something?"

"Because last time this happened, I found out a few hours later that you had broken my bedroom door lock. I had to sleep on the couch that night."

"Ha-ha, hey, Shikamaru- that was an accident. And besides, this is just a friendly meal." Chouji seemed a little skittish. Shikamaru sighed, taking a seat next to Chouji at the Ramen bar. Chouji happily thanked the kind sir for his wonderful meal, and Shikamaru did the same. (Except with much less enthusiasm, and with a flatter tone.)

The staff had left a few minutes earlier, and half way through the meal, Naruto had turned up. The blonde watched the other two boys eat; craving the Ramen that he loved so much. It was a good half an hour before the two had finished eating. Of course, Chouji had about three more bowls than Shikamaru did. Typical, it was Chouji.

"So, Shikamaru. Done any interesting missions lately?" Naruto asked, eagerly leaning over the space between the Chuunin and himself.

"No."

"None at all?"

"No."

"Really? Well, done anything interesting lately anyways?"

"No."

Shikamaru's flat tone was enough to put Naruto off of his persistent questioning. (For once- usually he'd just keep on going, and going, and going, and going…)

Shikamaru looked down into his empty bowl. His eyes became heavy. "…Weird."

"What's up, Shikamaru?" Naruto asked, almost like he had been watching this whole time.

"…I-… Just feel sleepy."

"Is that so? Well, Chouji, I think we should walk him home, right?" Naruto looked up at Chouji; a stupid wide grin was spread across his lips.

"I'm okay, Naruto... I just… need…" He felt himself getting limp. What the hell? He hadn't been drinking, so what was this sudden feeling of fatigue all about?

"Ha-ha- yeah, Naruto. Let's walk the poor boy home~" Chouji and Naruto grabbed an arm each of Shikamaru's, and began to carry him out of the ramen shop.

"Wow, Shikamaru."

"…What…" Shikamaru replied to Naruto's comment.

"You're kinda slow today."

"Shut up..."

"You didn't even notice that we spiked your Ramen."

"…Huh?" Shikamaru's head was so light. Spiked? What the fuck? "..Assholes… get... me... home…" He stammered, barely able to control his own mouth.

"Nah, me and Naruto are going to take you to the training field, if that's okay."

"…Put me down."

"Nope- you're coming with us!"

"Is this because… I pranked you guys the other week?" Shikamaru slurred, feeling like he'd chugged a keg of beer.

"Yeah. You're that smart, at least." Naruto grinned down at Shikamaru's pained face. "Oh man, you should love what we've got in store for you!"

It was a few minutes walking (and dragging) before the trio reached the dark training field. In the middle of the field was the log that they'd use for stationary sparring. There was a bag next to it. (Obviously containing the handcuffs...) Naruto and Chouji dragged Shikamaru towards it, and then sat him down with his back against the log. The two assailants pulled his hands behind the log, and bound his wrists tightly.

"Right. There is one person who's got the key. You'll know who when she comes here later."

"…I'll… kill you…bastards.." Shikamaru managed to mumble, looking up as Naruto and Chouji stood there laughing at him- before he dozed off into a drug endued sleep.

He recalled the reason for his torture. "…Wow. They got me good this time." Shikamaru looked down at his lap. He was missing his vest and his black shirt. He was only wearing his sandals, his pants, together with the white bandages around his thigh, and his fish-net top. He groaned to himself. "Should 'a known something was up. Fuck you, Chouji." He cursed.

The sun was beginning to peek over the edge of the scenery. It was quite beautiful, it was a wonder no one was there to see it. Shikamaru sighed, banging his head onto the log with a frustrated groan.

"Fed up, huh?" Can a voice from somewhere behind him. It sounded familiar, but somehow like the person had put unneeded sexual tones into the sentence.

"…Who's there? Get me the fuck out of here!" He cried, trying to work out where he'd known the voice from.

"Can't do that, bub." The person replied, the voice sounded closer now.

"Well fucking do something!" Shikamaru cried, the frustration in his voice was sky high. "Please!"

"Heh- I've never seen you so desperate, Shikamaru." It was on the tip of his tongue. He was so close to figuring out that voice! Damn it, if they hadn't said everything in a erotic way, then he would have figured it out already. The stranger bent down, and rested on their knees behind the log and behind Shikamaru. They reached their arms over his shoulders. Their arms were slender, pale, and smooth. The person slid their fingers onto his chest, making him frown with discontent. "The fuck is going on! Stop touching me!" Shikamaru cried. His demands fell onto deaf ears.

"You look cute when you're all tied up like this." The voice was now a whisper, right in his ear. The scent from the stranger drifted across his face. They smelt like flowers… It was obviously a girl.

"Just get me out of here." He disregarded the other's comment. He was far too angry to be caring about comments like that. The hands on his chest traced his pecks over his fishnet shirt. The long, painted fingernails hooked onto the mesh, pulling it away from his skin slightly. Then, they let go, and chuckled longingly as the mesh pinged back against his tough skin.

"You freak!" Shikamaru growled, struggling and writhing in awkwardness. The handcuffs around his thin wrists had left dark red stains, and a few cuts. Struggling was painful.

Suddenly, the hands on his chest retreated. They emerged a few moments later, a forehead protector clutched between the fingers. The stranger pulled the make-shift blindfold over Shikamaru's eyes, causing him to go into a full blown panic attack. It was rare to see such confusion, fear, and panic rolled into one person. All Shikamaru could see was black- however, those hot palms continued to caress his chest and stomach as he began to struggle again. The strange thing was that the strangers' sensual touch was so… hot. It made his blood rush and his head spin. His breath was quick, making his chest expand frantically. The nippiness of the morning air caused his hot breath to condensate into a fine mist. The stranger's lips curled into an evil smile as they watched Shikamaru struggle.

Fuck yeah. So, Shikamaru rape, anyone? XD

Please rate or message me if you want to see what happens next! (It will be M rated, so be prepared!)

Thanks again folks.

-Jay