AN: I don't own Naruto.

Shino arrived at Yamanaka Flowers around one in the afternoon.

He walked in looking lost, and if one could see his eyes, scared. His gut rallied against him and he almost gagged at the sweet scent of the flowers.

Jun noticed Shino and motioned to her female companion, a Yamanaka. Shino cocked his head to the side as the two motioned him over.

"Shino," Jun said, "I didn't think you'd come."

Shino fought the urge to make a sexual pun. Instead he went with; "Me either."

"Did you want to talk?" Jun asked. Her companion remained silent.

Shino briefly glanced at the other girl.

"Oh, let me introduce my girlfriend, Chouko." Jun motioned to the blonde, who smiled at Shino and whispered a greeting.

"Girlfriend?" Shino asked.

"Yes. Partner, lover, girlfriend." Jun took Chouko's hand and both girls smiled softly. "Now what is bothering you?"

"It's an Aburame clan issue," Shino started.

"Yes, Chouko knows all about the lust, so spill it." Jun said, motioning for Shino to follow them towards the back of the store.

Shino took a deep breath and calmed himself. He really didn't want to talk about his sexual problems infront of a girl he didn't know, but it was looking like he'd have to deal or suffer.

"How do you manage? You seem so composed."

Jun laughed. Shino frowned.

"Oh, I'm sorry Shino. That must've seemed rude," She said, "Chouko helps me deal with that, if not through sex then through talking. She used her families techniques to dig around in my mind and feel exactly what I am feeling, so she knows my pain."

"What did you do before?" Shino asked.

Both Jun and Chouko looked pained for a moment.

"Well, I," Jun's voice waivered and Chouko took her hand. "I used a clothes pin."

"A clothes pin?" Shino asked.

Jun seemed to be sweating.

"Yes, a clothes pin."

"For what?" Shino asked. He soon wished he hadn't.

"I, uh, clamped it in my clit." She said, looking away, gripping the blondes hand tightly. Shino's mouth fell open in shock. Jun sighed and shook her head. "Until you find someone who can share your pain, the best advice I can offer you is some sort of chastity device. Immerse yourself in your hobbies."

"Talk to someone," Chouko spoke up. "Yamanaka's are good listeners."

It was at that time that Ino returned from her lunch break.

"Shino!" She said. "I haven't seen you since you bought flowers for Hinata while she was in the hospital. What's the occasion?" She asked, smiling brightly.

Ino had calmed down a lot over the years, blossoming into a strong and beautiful young woman. Not only could she lift and carry, but she could charm and hold a decent conversation and heal.

Chouko and Jun nodded in Ino's direction and headed to the back room, leaving the two to chat.

"I was just here to see Jun," Shino said, looking around.

"She's said she was worried about you, is something wrong?" Ino asked, tying on her apron.

"You could say that."

"What is it? I've got all afternoon," Ino said, leaning on the counter.

"I guess you could call it girl problems," Shino said, frowning.

"Oh god, I know all about those," Ino said, shaking her head. "Talk to me, bug boy."

Shino arched an eyebrow at the pet name and moved to a position where he had a better look at the exit so he could monitor who came and went.

"My family has a condition," Shino said, watching Ino's arms as she tried to find a comfortable position on the wooden countertop. They were muscular, but lean. She was much more attractive now than when she was all skin and bones. "A condition that makes it hard for us to hold relationships, you see..." He trailed off, his eyes wandering up her arms to her shoulders. Kikaichu crawled up his arms under his skin, mimicking on him the path his eyes took on her. He sighed.

"Shino?" She asked, frowning slightly. "Is it that hard to talk about?" She asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Shino hung his head in shame.

"No need to be upset," Ino was cheerful. "Some things are just hard to talk about. I could read your mind if you'd like, if that would make it easier."

Shino pursed his lips and thought about it.

Ino waited patiently with a soft smile on her thin lips.

"I'd rather..." He trailed off and looked up at her.

"A guy, right? You'd rather talk to a guy since it's about girls?" She asked, smirking.

Shino felt panic spreadding throught his body, starting in his gut, spreading up through his chest, gripping each bone and organ individually. His heart rate spiked and he began to sweat, struggling to keep his breathing normal. "Y-yeah, sorry."

"No need to appologize, I totally understand. I wouldn't want to talk to a guy about my feminine problems!" She said cheerfully, smirking with her lips pulled across perfect teeth. Shino couldn't help but wonder if she'd bite and tug on his bottom lip. "My dad will be in tomorrow if you want to talk to him. But until then, I suggest flowers. Bitches love flowers."

This caught Shino off guard and he chuckled, the panic fading back to a secluded part of his brain and stomach. He could feel it just around the corner, but it was under controll for now.

"There ya go," Ino said. "Ya know, that's the first time I've seen you express any emotion. You should come around more often, ya know? It might be good for you to get things out. If not, I could always make you laugh."

"Thank you," Shino said with a slight bow. "I should go now, though." He said and headed from the shop.

Ino sighed and watched him, resting her chin on her hand.

"Awkward as ever, bug boy..." She muttered and pouted.

Once outside, Shino took off running. Home in record time.

He dug through drawers in the kitchen.

'A chastity device, oh, how grand! More torture you deserve, you sick bastard.' Pale hands searched franticly.

A safety pin? Much too painful.

'You'd probably get off on that, anyway.'

Paper clip? How the Hell could he use that?

'Round off the end and stick it in your dick hole.'

Shino shuddered and shook off the voice, digging, digging still. Papers. Useless.

Then, there it was, like a shgining beacon in the night for a lost ship - a rubberband.

He grabbed the tiny item and took it to the bathroom where he dropped his pants.

Just touching his length sent Shino into a bout of desperation. His length started to swell and he looped the band around himself several times until It hurt. Shino groaned and dug his nails into his neck once more. When he softened, the band remained tight. He pushed his hood down and ran his fingers through his hair.

'Welcome to Hell, baby.'

Shino pulled up his briefs, his spandex and his pants, sighing with releif even though he felt far from such.

'This is only a temporary soilution.'

Shino washed his hands and looked in the mirror. He took his glasses off and studdied his face. He frowned deeply when he realized he had bags under his eyes. Not that anyone else would know, but it was still unsettling that his mental anguish had taken this much of a physical toll on him. He put his glasses back on and continued to study himself, running slightly damp fingers over his cheeks. He'd lost his baby fat, his cheeks seemed sunken in. He pinched his chin between his forefinger and thumb. It was then that he decided that he really needed to eat something.

He walked to the kitchen, flexing his fingers, giving his bugs short commands to distract them from mating. For the moment, as Shino was browsing the refridgerator for some decent leftovers, the commands were working and he felt almost normal for a change.

He took out a container and heated it's contents, spooning a small bit onto a plate. He sat down at the table, spoon in hand, just looking at the dish infront of him. It was a bean dish, one Shino usually enjoyed. He took a spoon full of the treat and put it in his mouth. He savored the flavor for a moment, chewed and swallowed. He was incredibly excited to have his appetite back and started to shovel more food into his mouth.

A few bites later, Shino's attitude sunk once more as the sick feeling in his stomach returned.

"So much for having my appetite back," he muttered, putting his leftovers back in the container. He sat there and stared at it for a minute as his stomach did flips, his insides twisted and acidic. He stood and put the still warm container back in the refridgerator.

'Not only are you a sick fuck with a raging libito, so horny you turn your desires on your on fucking father, but now you're a fifteen year old girl with an eating disorder.'

He poured himself a glass of milk and sipped it slowly, leaning against the counter. He had to get something in his stomach, quiet the voice.

The concept of time seemed to slip away from Shino as he sunk back into his mind, trying to figure out a solution.

Shibi slipped in after dark, noticing his son leaning over the counter, seemingly staring at a fourth of a glass of milk. Shibi raised an eyebrow and walked closer. Shino was glaring daggers at the beverage.

"What did that milk ever do to you?" Shibi asked, chuckling softly when Shino nearly jumped out of his coats.

"Shit," Shino muttered, looking away, a hint of pink ghosting over his features.

"What is troubling you, son?" Shibi asked, placing his hand on Shino's back. He quickly withdrew his hand when Shino stiffened.

"It's nothing," Shino said, shaking his head. He picked up his glass and turned around. He avoided eye contact with his father as he sipped on his milk.

"It'll get easier in a few years," Shibi said.

Shino chanced a glance at the older man and wished he hadn't.

Shibi's coat was unzipped. A thin, dark, possibly spandex shirt clung to Shibi's chest and neck. His nipples were stiff. His goatee and moustache were trimmed extra thin this week, just barely lines accentuating the sharp features.

Shino looked at the glass in his hands that had hardly anything left in it and tried to distract himself from the sudden wave of lust. His dick tried to swell against the tight rubberband and it was painful. He grimmaced.

Shibi took the glass from a pained looking Shino.

"Maybe you should sit down?" He asked. Shino nodded and let his father guide him to the sofa in the family room, always staying a hint infront of the other so there was no contact.

Shibi sat down on the opposite end of the couch as Shino, who's hands were folded in his lap awkwardly. Shibi sighed.

"Shino, why don't you talk to me?" He asked, taking off his over coat, leaning back and crossing his legs.

"I can't," Shino said, staring at the others crossed legs, black shoes and hairless ankles that pants, slid up by his actions, revealed.

'Oh god, stop that train of thought right the fuck there. If you have a foot fetish on top of all of this, I don't think I can do this anymore, you sick fuck,' the voice said. 'I mean feet? Really? What would you have him do, rest them on your face? Fuck.'

Shino ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"Shino, it's natural. It happens to all of us. This is the pain of an Aburame," He said, sitting up, resting his elbows on his knees.

Shino just shook his head. When he figured Shino wasn't going to say anything, he continued.

"I'm proud of you, Shino." This got the younger's attention. "When I was your age, I had so many problems, so many addictions. Sex," He started, rubbing his face with his hands, pushing his glasses up. "Cigarettes. I still smoke on occasion to this day. It's a distraction." Shibi rubbed his hands on his legs, his glasses sliding back into place as he stood. He paced for a minute before walking over to the door, opening it. He leaned back against the frame and lit a cigarette, blowing his smoke out the door. "I'd give it up to anyone who asked without hesitation, male or female, didn't matter." His words were breathy.

Shino stared in awe at his father. He'd never seen him smoke before. He'd smelled it on him and assumed it had been one of his team mates. He watched with rapt fascination as his father put the filter to his lips. Shino whimpered softly at the pain in his groin.

"I'm proud of you, Shino."

"Why?" Shino croaked out.

"I'd know if you were having sex, or doing drugs and you're not. Your will power is amazing."

Shino sighed and put his head in his hands.

Shibi sighed as well. He could smell Shino and it was getting to him. He may have to call on a favor soon if a solution wasn't reached in a reasonable ammount of time. Shibi was half hard as he spoke; "I wish I could comfort you," there was a pause, "Like a normal father, but I can't. I'm sure you know what it is like to react to anothers desires, even if you don't want to. This is our pain, Shino, and if I turned that on you, I could never forgive myself."

The two just stared at each other for a moment before Shibi turned and walked outside, softly shutting the door behind him. Shino heard a soft hiss from outside and stood up. He made his way towards the door and soon came nose to chin with his father.

Shibi placed his hand on Shino's chest so he could push the other back to step in and close the door.

Shibi quickly withdrew his hand, but the effect was still there. Shino's chest tingled and he moaned softly.

"Are you hungry?" Shibi asked.

"No," Shino supplied simply.

"Me either. I think I'm going to head to bed. Send a kikai if you need anything." Shibi wanted to embrace his son, he did, but he wasn't sure he could controll himself. The two shared another prolonged glance before heading off to their own rooms.

Shino shed all of his clothing except for his fishnet shirt, spandex shorts and briefs. He sat down on his bed, letting out a shaky breath. He snuck his hands into his underpants and removed the rubberband, wincing as he pried it off, it having dug into him painfully deep. He tossed it on the bedside stand with his left hand and softly caressed his abused length with the right. He let out a pained whine when he pulled torn skin. He gave the kikaichu an order to avoid the area, which they did.

After laying there, hard and in pain, for an hour, he sat up. His clothes were hurting him. He stripped naked and put his hooded coat back on. He zipped it up and tried to ignore his erection. It became that much more difficult when he realized Shibi was masturbating in the next room. He made no noise, but the swell of chakra and the intense smell of arousal had Shino's cock aching, throbbing.

Shino pulled the covers up over himself and burried himself under them, his hood up.

He was developing a headache, which was taking away from his desires. He thanked the gods for his headache as he drifted off to sleep to the hum of the kikaichu.

AN: Yes, I am enjoying torturing Shino. Review, please! Especially if you have suggestions on more ways to torture my sexy bug boy. Forgive the shortness of this chapter, as it is only a little more than half the size of the last. The next chapter should be up within a week and will probably be as long as the first and have a bit more Yamanaka/Aburame friendship/bonding. Ja ne.