Authoress Note: Long time no see. This should be the second part to First Kiss, but no, unfortunately, it's not. I don't know when I'll finish it either, because I'm intensely editing some stuff.

That being said… its slightly crackish, and it's a bit Chouji-centric.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own.

Flowers Of Meaning

Flower 14: Perverts

Red Poppy — Pleasure

They are only half-aware of Chouji's presence, it seems.

He doesn't actually care that his two teammates are currently standing in the middle of the clearing outright ignoring him—he's found a cozy, serene spot in the grass, one that is cool and nicely shaded. He decides that he's done with sparring for the day, but his teammates, being the over workers that they are, choose to continue until they have beaten one another into a bloody pulp.

As he opens his bag of chips—barbeque flavored, his favorite kind—he only half-listens as Asuma releases a mischievous chuckle from beside him. Chouji spares him a wary side glace, because in all actuality: he doesn't trust him. His sensei always appeared to be up to some sort of convoluted trickery, and really, he can't help but be suspicious because sometimes he thinks Asuma is a complete idiot.

"Watch closely now, Chouji," It seems as though Asuma can barely contain his snickers as he itches the think hair on his chin. Chouji brings the savory snack to his lips, and listens intently to his sensei's words. "I think—" another low chuckle. "—I think that Shikamaru and Ino could really teach you a thing or two…"

He almost doesn't want to glance back; he's afraid that he might find Shikamaru sleeping onto of Ino's decapitated body, or some sick joke of the sort. He cant resist the shudder that inches up his spine.

Asuma is a sadist…

Nevertheless, not actually knowing what to expect, Chouji directs his attention towards his two comrades. What he sees causes him to squint his eyes. Is that…??

Ino is stance is rigid, her back fully erect, as though she had been frightened by something, and there is kunai hanging loosely off of her index finer. And behind her… behind her is none other than Shikamaru. …what the heck…?

His arms goes around her bare waist, and Chouji can't help but gasp in anticipation…or mortification. At this point, his mind is so clouded with confusion that he can't really discern which.

His interest is now completely and utterly piqued. His bag of chips lay forgotten at the base of his knees, and beside him, Asuma can hardly contain his perverse excitement. There seems to be a permanent grin etched onto the man's face.

He swallows when Shikamaru molds his body behind her to match her stance, and his other arm (the one that is not currently wrapped tightlytightlytightly over her naval) traces up her arm. He then grips her wrist, before he whispers something to Ino; something that, with the exception of the pitch of his voice, is entirely incoherent to Chouji.

Ino then proceeds to giggle madly and grips the kunai in her hand with more intensity than before.

"Asuma-sensei…" Chouji hisses, the blush on his face horribly evident. "How am I supposed to learn from this? Its—!"

"—dry sex. " Asuma says plainly, flashing Chouji a pseudo dignified smile. "I'm actually quite proud."

Incredulous at his thinking, he repeats, "Proud?! He's molesting her—!"

"Shikamaru is taking initiative," he replies sternly. He absentmindedly fingers the wrinkled cigarette in his mouth. "He's been doing this a lot lately; disguising 'dry sex' as training.—" (The younger boy resists the strong urge to ask him how he knows this; perhaps because Asuma is a Peeping Tom?) "—And you know the best part about it? I didn't force him to do it. Even if it takes a little hothead like Ino to motivate him, he is motivated."

It isn't motivation! the boy decides. It's just nauseatingly insane libido…

An uncomfortable shudder creeps it way up the boys spine, and he disregards his sensei whom is still snickering nonsensically. Err…it's not as though he would even know if Shikamaru and Ino decided to… 'engage' in—

"Shikamaru!"

The breathy moan slash scream had interrupted his thoughts. The girl is now facing him, and her usual purple midriff top is now raggedly torn down the middle, threatening to come loose. Both her hands are now resting on her breasts to keep the fabric from completely falling off, in a futile attempt to maintain some level of decency.

Narrowing her eyes, she purses her lips cutely at Shikamaru, and murmurs something that Chouji cannot clearly make out.

One hand lazily resting on his hip, he twirls the kunai that he had stolen from Ino on the index finger of his other hand. He manages a lazy smirk; his eyes, which are searing with some type of fiery emotion, are glued on Ino's chest, reveling in his work.

Good, Chouji thinks vehemently, Shikamaru is really just a closet perv; and Asuma-sensei too! Give him whatfor, Ino!

Ino isn't supposed to do what she does next, though.

She releases the cloth against her chest, and Chouji watches in horror as it simply falls onto the lush grass. Then she lunges at him. Ino's arms are now tightly around Shikamaru's neck, her lips fervently against his own, and her bare breasts are pressed forcefully against the shirker's chest. The momentum from her sudden pounce causes him to stumble backwards a bit, but he stays grounded nonetheless. He tilts her head backward whilst snaking his arm around her waist.

The heat on Chouji's cheeks at his teammates blatant actions were enough for all four of them. How could the two of them be so completely shameless? Having 'dry sex'—well, as Asuma calls it—in broad daylight? Had they actually not noticed Asuma and him at all?

To his side, his sensei pumps a fist in the air vehemently and exclaims 'proudly,' "Shikamaru, my boy!" And, in front of him, Ino and Shikamaru engage in a serious session of fervent snogging.

He wants so badly to just look away and scrub at his eyes for weeks to come in a futile attempt to just forget all of this horridness because what they are doing is absolutely positively revolting; …but he finds that he can't.

Because they are all perverts.

Every single one of them.

Owari

Authoress Note: Um, crackish I think. And if Chouji and Asuma are OutOfCharacter, it's because of the liberal dosage of crack I distributed to them.

P.S. I TOTALLY BROUGHT ASUMA BACK TO LIFE. HAHAH EPIC WIN, SRSLY DUDE! :D

P.P.S. I think FF . net removed smart quotes, and now all we have are the suck-ish straight ones. I HATE STRAIGHT QUOTES WITH A BURNING PASSION AND THIS IS SERIOUSLY BUGGING ME; IM LIKE SO OCD RIGHT NOW--EPIC FAIL, FF. net!