Chapter two!
I don't own Naruto, because if I did, I'd make Temari a man so she wouldn't be all cozy with Shikamaru! I can't hate her, though, she really is a kickass character. She whipped Tenten's butt! But, I still wish she'd back off Chouji's man, she could always hit on someone else.
Warnings: Hello? If you haven't noticed the rating, you should notice it very quickly.
Shikamaru left soon after Chouji had fallen asleep. He ran through the darkened streets and finally reached his house, pulling out his key from his pocket and silently entering the front door. His heart was racing. He couldn't believe he actually had done that with Chouji. Slipping his shoes off and making his way to his room, Shikamaru moved on his tiptoes, so as to not rouse his parents, mainly his mother. The house was quiet and pitch black around every corner, so he knew he was safe, but he still wanted to make sure. As he entered his room, closing the door behind him without a sound, he walked over to his window and looked out at the yard. And, near a bush just a few feet from the window, he could see a hand resting on the grass. "Return." Shikamaru said, then collapsing on the floor. The hand in the bush now twitched, and then the owner stood up, dusting herself off. Ino had been the one who had just been with Chouji, not Shikamaru. She used her ability to take over Shikamaru's body and seduce Chouji. Ino had always figured Chouji would give in to Shikamaru rather than her, since he never gave her any clues that she attracted him. She wasn't stupid, she saw the slight glances they would give each other. Just that day at dinner, she saw Shikamaru blush and go away. She knew that Chouji was the reason, and what's worse, is that she too was beginning to want the glutton of the group. Her reason for wanting him was completely different than Shikamaru's, however.
As Ino walked home, she recalled the time when she felt her feelings for her teammate change. Maybe a month ago, she thought, or a bit longer. She was working at her family's flower shop since she hadn't been getting any missions. She had just been upgraded to the level of Chunnin, like Shikamaru, and she was still forced by her mother to watch over the store. She then remembered her mother saying she needed several boxes of flowers to be delivered to some house on the other side of the village for a funeral. Ino had always forced Chouji to help her carry heavy loads, and she was sure he wouldn't mind helping her out again. She made her way to his house, knocking on the front door. She waited for a few minutes, and knocked louder each time no one answered. Still, though, no one came to the door. "Where is he? I know he isn't out, he never leaves unless he has a mission." Ino asked herself, walking around the side of his house to his room. She knew Shikamaru would do this whenever he came over, so why couldn't she?
She made her way up to his sliding door, and put her ear up to it, seeing if she could hear him inside. Sure enough, he was in there, she could tell by the sound of the tv and a bag of chips crackling. She slightly opened the door, only making a crack so she could look in. She would normally not care about being quite, but she had a feeling she shouldn't barge in. She looked in his room, at first not seeing anything. She saw bags covering the floor, the edge of Chouji's bed, and his feet. Ino slightly opened the door some more, just enough for her to be able to see the rest of Chouji. She felt herself grow faint. Quickly, she tore herself from the door and began to run away from the house, but then stopped before reaching the street again. She thought about what she had seen. It was so unexpected, she wasn't sure if she could remember it all. She saw Chouji, sitting on his bed, with a bag of chips next to him and... the tv was on, but he wasn't watching it. She tried to stray away from what had made her blush and shy away from the door. The tiny, yet large reason that she almost had a nosebleed all over Chouji's porch.
Ino thought she was going crazy, no way was he doing what she thought she saw. Slowly, she made her way back over to the door, which was still slightly ajar. She saw his feet again, and shyly let her eyes travel up his body as he laid on his bed. She saw his legs, with his house shorts haphazardly pulled down to his lower thighs, and feeling her face grow hot with yet another blush, she continued to look up. Chouji's left hand had pushed away the bag of chips he had previously been eating, which was probably the sound of the bag crackling that she had heard earlier through the door. His left hand now gripped the sheets of the bed, as if he was frustrated. She saw Chouji had his eyes closed, and his cheeks were heavily flushed, coloring his red swirls darker. Ino then gave in to her curiosity, looking at what she was avoiding. She saw Chouji's right hand moving up and down quickly. She was so surprised by what she was seeing, she tried to tell herself it was something else, but deep down she knew the truth.
Chouji's hand moved furiously, stroking his hard arousal so fast Ino was amazed that it hadn't been pulled off. Since he was moving so fast, she couldn't get a good look at him, but eventually, Chouji slowed down to give his unknown guest a better view. Now calmly, Chouji lifted his hand up and slid it back down over himself, basking in the pleasure longer before ending everything. Ino's eyes were staring at Chouji with a shocked daze. She had never imagined that Chouji, of all people, would be lugging around a tool like that! He hid it very well under his clothes, and since he was fat, she had never given him a chance. But, now that she was seeing it with her own eyes, Ino was utterly thrown back. Her feet stayed glued to the ground, as too did her eyes to Chouji. In a matter of minutes, her feelings were radically altered. Once, she had daydreamed of Sasuke being the one with a bountiful package, and him using it on her. Now, she began to think of Chouji. She watched as Chouji picked up his speed once again, pounding at himself mercilessly. Ino felt herself grow hot in another area other than her face as Chouji attacked himself. She saw Chouji bite his lip as he moaned deeply, before shooting his seed all over himself. Ino's mouth now gaped open, a light gasp escaping from her. She watched more, her eyes greedy for the sight of her friend. Chouji's whole body tensed as he came, and then went limp as the pleasure had stopped. His heavy prick, still full of blood, fell over and rested on him as he huffed for air. Ino watched for another minute, caught in Chouji's spell, before she looked away and ran, her long, blonde hair flowing in the wind as she ran to her shop with all her speed.
Unlike Shikamaru, who she was sure actually liked Chouji, Ino wanted Chouji for one thing. She wanted to have his sex all for herself. She wanted it so much, she actually used Shikamaru to get to it. Normally, she would just approach someone and demand they take her, but she could never do that with Chouji. She was afraid of what her friends would think if she went with the 'Fatty' of the class. Even so, she knew she'd go mad if she didn't have Chouji, and with her plan of using Shikamaru's body, she could easily feed her hunger and walk away with her dignity. She didn't even use her body, so it would stay pure, while her mind grew to the tricks needed to bring men to their breaking points. Ino mentally patted herself on the back as she made her way home, giggling at how well things were working out.
The next day, birds chirped happily outside Shikamaru's window. Emitting a yawn, and stretching his muscles, Shikamaru woke up surprised to find himself on the floor rather than in his bed. As he sat up, he could feel his head pound lightly with early signs of a headache. Completely aloof to the actions he had been through last night, Shikamaru stood up and casually walked to the bathroom to freshen up. Locking the door behind him and taking off his clothes, Shikamaru then turned on the shower. Steam soon filled the small room, fogging the mirror. Whipping off his hair tie and throwing it on the counter next to the sink, Shikamaru entered the hot shower. As he scrubbed his head, he smacked his lips after noticing a strange taste on his tongue. It tasted like chips, and maybe something else that he wasn't sure of. He did remember kissing Chouji, so maybe he had some chip in his mouth that he didn't notice before. Letting the question go, Shikamaru lathered his hair with some shampoo and continued to clean himself. Today was a normal day, no training or missions, just a day to sit back and relax, and Shikamaru was ready to get started.
Chouji slept soundly in his bed, his blanket now kicked off as he was sprawled out over his entire mattress. Luckily for him, Shikamaru had left, or else he would have pushed him on to the floor. Noticing the empty space next to him as he moved, Chouji opened his eyes slowly, then looked around his room. "Shikamaru?" Chouji asked softly, understanding that he probably had to get back home so his mom wouldn't get upset. Chouji then thought about what was in store for him today, and once he realized there was nothing, he closed his eyes again and went to sleep. He was still tired from last night, and since he had nothing to do, he could rest all he wanted.
Ino had been awake for an hour already. She was used to waking up early so she could jog around the village. One of the things she took most seriously was her exercise routine. If anyone dared interrupt her as she worked out, she would see to it that their lives were a temporary living hell. Each day, she would run for a little more than an hour. Just long enough to cover the whole village with some extra time to go wherever she wanted.
With a brow full of sweat, Ino continued to tread across the dirt roads and weave through the people who had begun to crowd the streets. Looking ahead, she thought she spied something pink walking amongst the people. Speeding up to catch it, she found out what it was.
"Sakura!" Ino yelled to her once best friend, now stopping by her side.
"Ino?" Sakura questioned, turning around to see the blonde girl approach her. The girl's hair all tied up in a bun so she wouldn't get too hot while running. "Jogging again?"
"I have to stay fit! No one wants a tubby girlfriend." Ino told the other girl, her mind thinking back to Chouji after she used the word 'tubby'.
"Right, of course..." Sakura said back as they now walked together.
"Hey, Sakura... Is something wrong? You're acting funny, more than usual, I mean." Ino asked upon noticing Sakura's state.
"It's nothing, I'm just kind of lonely." Sakura told Ino, looking at the ground with her emerald green eyes.
"Lonely?" Ino questioned again, not fully understanding what Sakura had meant.
"I just, kinda miss my team. Naruto... and Sasuke..." Sakura confessed, thinking about the blonde boy, and the raven haired boy of her past. "It's been so long since I've seen Sasuke, and almost three years since I've seen Naruto. My team seems to have... fallen apart, you know?" Sakura now looked up at Ino, since Ino was the tallest girl of the rookie nine, she slightly towered over her.
"I can understand missing Sasuke, but Naruto? That goof ball?" Ino laughed at Sakura lightly, but not exactly mocking her. "You know..." Ino started to say as she saw Sakura look at the ground again. "...you could always borrow my team." Ino joked, not really thinking Sakura would think about it.
"Ino..." Sakura started, her eyes reaching the blonde's once again. "...we should hang out, all four of us, like we were back at the academy."
"Sakura, I was kidding... Trust me, you don't want the world's biggest bum and a guy with chips all over his face to hang out with you..." Ino tried to pull Sakura from her suggestion by insulting her teammates. "I mean, they have already ruined my image enough as it is. If you were smart, you wouldn't be seen with them. I'm just trying to save you the humiliation."
"But Ino, I want to be apart of something again. Every other girl has her own group." Sakura looked away from Ino, now fixing her eyes on the clouds that floated overhead. "Hinata has Kiba and Shino. Tenten has Lee and Neji. And you, Ino, have Chouji and Shikamaru. I literally have no one."
"...Sakura..." Ino looked at the ground, feeling herself grow depressed at Sakura's speech. "You should be lucky. Not having to be paired up with Chouji and Shikamaru, I mean. Things are so complicated between us." Ino now started to confide in Sakura, wishing she could be like her, with no one at her side.
"How so?" Sakura looked back at Ino, now seeing a new face of discomfort on her.
"I don't think I can say really, but, it's no good." Ino said back, afraid to say what she felt.
"No, tell me. What wrong?" Sakura turned the tables onto Ino, making the blonde have a problem.
"I did something last night, and if either of them found out, we would probably break up." Ino said, still not wanting to divulge the truth. Ino then noticed Sakura's glare, and began to speak again. "I kind of, have a thing for one of them..."
"What?" Sakura yelled, smiling at the sudden news. "Who? Shikamaru?" Sakura now whispered, remembering the times she and Ino would talk like this in grade school, when she still wore her ribbon.
"See, this is what makes it worse, it's not Shikamaru..." Ino looked away from Sakura, watching the buildings on the other side of the street as she passed them.
"You mean... it's...Chouji?" Sakura smiled heavily, putting a finger to her mouth to stop from laughing.
"Shut up, Sakura! I wouldn't have said any of this if you hadn't of sounded so pathetic just now!" Ino yelled at the pink haired girl, her face blushed with embarrassment.
" No, Ino! Really! This is so cute! Chouji?" Sakura said loudly, but then quieted down when saying Chouji's name. "But what made this happen?"
"It's a long story, and you are not going to hear it!" Ino said, blasting her voice at the end of her sentence.
"Alright, fine. But, why is this such a bad thing? What did you do?" Sakura began to get back on track with the conversation, looking at Ino again with serious eyes.
"I'm not sorry for what I did, I'm actually very proud of it! But..." Ino said, lifting her head high before slouching it back down in worry. "... if Chouji, and mainly Shikamaru, found out what I did, they'd kill me."
"Ino... What. Did. You. Do?" Sakura grew annoyed with Ino's 'beating-around-the-bush'.
"I ...I can't say." Ino said, causing Sakura to ball her hands in to fists.
"Damn it, Ino! Then why bring it up!" Sakura yelled at the blonde, giving up on her question and now turning a corner as they continued to walk. "But, I still want to hang out with you guys."
"No way! Not now that you know about Chouji." Ino refused, she knew Sakura would try something to get them together, so she figured she would stop it before it started. "You can't tell Chouji anything! I have a good hunch he likes someone else."
"Who?" Sakura asked again, thrilled that the gossiping hadn't ceased.
"Shikamaru." Ino looked dead at Sakura, seeing the other girls' right eye twitch at hearing what she had said.
"Shikamaru?" Sakura asked, holding back a giggle. "You're serious? How do you know that?"
"Trust me, I just do." Ino said, not saying that she had posed as Shikamaru and played with Chouji just last night.
"Wow!" Sakura said aloud, her mind lost at the news. "Who knew, eh? I won't say anything, but can we please do something? Before I lose my mind?"
"Fine!" Ino gave in, letting down her hair since she had cooled off. "Just let me go home and change, I'm all sweaty."
"Okay." Sakura said happily, eager to see the new Chouji.
Chouji rolled around in his bed, lost in a dream that he was currently having. Whatever he was dreaming of, it was making him drool and smile. However, it was brought to an end with a knock to his door.
"Chouji, Ino is here!" Chouji's father said.
"Uh..." Chouji woke up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to comprehend what his father was saying. "Ino? Will you tell her to come to my door?"
"Sure." Chouji's father said, his footsteps heard walking down the hall.
Chouji jumped out of bed and searched his room for his house clothes. He was still nude from last night, and he didn't want Ino barging in while he was free to the world. He lifted the blanket and found his clothes mixed in with it. Shaking the cover, he got his clothes and put them on seconds before Ino knocked at his sliding door.
"Chouji? Open up!" Ino said loudly, making sure he would be able to hear her.
"Coming, coming!" Chouji said, stumbling over his cover as he walked over to the door and slid it open. "Ino what's up... Sakura!" Chouji screamed, blushing at seeing the pink haired girl in only his house clothes. "I didn't know you were here, I would have dressed better." Chouji now hid behind his door.
"No, Chouji. It's alright." Sakura giggled.
"So, what's going on? Why are you two at my house?" Chouji now asked, coming outside.
"Sakura wanted to hang out with us. She says she is lonely since Naruto is gone." Ino said, her eyes rolling as she told Chouji the story.
In time, Chouji had dressed in his outerwear and the three began to walk around the village, not having anywhere in particular to go. For awhile, Chouji's hands were empty as he got used to Sakura's presence, but after becoming comfortable, he pulled out a bag of chips from his back pouch and started to eat. Ino and Sakura just talked amongst themselves, making Chouji wonder why they had wanted him along if all they were going to do was chat and leave him out of the loop. He walked behind them, comparing them to each other. Ino's hair had grown much longer over time, her bang now much thicker and easily covering her right eye. She also changed her outfit, leaving her full body bandages for a small top and skirt, showing she had grown up over the years, like all the other girls had. Sakura, too, had changed. Her hair stayed the same length, but her outfit had become something resembling Ino's. Though not as much of her skin was exposed as was Ino's, but her outfit did consist of a skirt that was of equal length to Ino's. They were destined to be rivals, even their clothes held the signs.
Chouji noticed, also, that every time he caught a glimpse of Ino's face, she seemed to be blushing, once seeing his eyes on her, she'd turn away quickly. Chouji didn't question her, but just stuffed more chips in his mouth, wondering why they had brought him outside in the first place. Mentally, Chouji had been thinking about Shikamaru. He didn't remember when the thoughts of his friend had begun to pop up, but the more he walked behind Ino and Sakura, the more they came around. The group passed a small field in the outskirts of the village, a place where Chouji and Ino would often train with Shikamaru. Looking out, Chouji noticed something familiar sitting in the shade of one of the trees. It was Shikamaru. Looking back at the girls, Chouji then stepped off the path and began to walk towards his friend, ditching them without them knowing it.
With the girls now out of sight, further showing Chouji they really were ignoring him, Chouji now stood next to Shikamaru, who was apparently asleep while propped up against the tree. "He's asleep?" Chouji whispered to himself, then placing a single chip on his lips as he made his way to the other side of the tree and sat down. The sleeping Shikamaru, after hearing Chouji near him, peaked open one eye to look around. He listened for sounds of his friend, then hearing the signature Chouji noise, the crunching of chips, from the other side of the tree. Shikamaru then closed his eye with a slight smile, elated to see his friend was with him, even if he didn't show more than mere happiness on his face. He began to doze off at the sound of Chouji chewing. Over the years, it had become hypnotizing, the sounds of Chouji as he ate. If Shikamaru was ever upset or stressed, he would always sit with Chouji, close his eyes, and listen to the other boy eat. And what disturbed him was when the eating ceased, and everything was shrouded in silence. Sometimes Chouji would have another bag and he'd just pick up where he left off, but sometimes Chouji had none. Whenever Chouji ran out of chips, that was the sign that the relaxation time was over, and they needed to head for home. However, once Chouji stopped eating this time, home was the last thing on Shikamaru's mind.
Chouji pressed the empty bag flat with his hands once it had been emptied of all it's contents. Then, folding it up neatly and putting it in his pocket, Chouji rested his head on the tree, a few strands of his long hair blowing in his face as a slight breeze broke over the field. And as he opened his eyes, Chouji noticed Shikamaru was now standing over him. The sun had made its way behind Shikamaru, effectively blacking out his face to make look either mysterious or sinister. With his hands inside his pockets, Shikamaru silently looked down on the other boy, something he wasn't able to do much since Chouji was now much taller than him. Chouji stared up at Shikamaru, feeling something in the air begin to change as Shikamaru looked down at him.
"Shikamaru?" Chouji questioned, his voice laced with worry.
"..." Shikamaru didn't say anything, but instead turned around and began to walk towards the woods that stood behind the field.
Chouji wasn't sure, but he was willing to bet Shikamaru wanted him to follow. Cupping his knees as he stood up, Chouji then followed like he was supposed to. The whole time as he walked, he eyed Shikamaru from behind. His official Chunnin vest with a long sleeved tunic underneath, and his simple pants with his kunai and shuriken pouch wrapped around his right leg. For so long, Chouji had wondered what the boy in front of his was like without his clothes on. And just yesterday he thought he had found out. He thought that without his vest and underneath his average clothing, he was a somewhat easy lover, being directed by Chouji without much force. That Shikamaru was Ino in deers' clothing, however, and Chouji didn't know any better. Now, as Shikamaru entered the heavily forested area of the village with a confused Chouji right behind, the ideas Chouji thought he had of his friend were about to change.
In this particular area, the trees were thick, blocking out a lot of the sun and making the land look dark and grim. And though the whole area was not too big, it could easily hide two people from the eyes of the village. Shikamaru found a tree in the middle of the patch of trees and leaned against it, waiting for Chouji to reach him. He looked for him, then seeing him a few feet back, the red of his top fading as the light was beginning to get blocked out more the farther that he entered. With still enough light to see well, Shikamaru studied Chouji as he came closer. He thought he wore baggy clothes before when he was a Genin, but now his clothes were even more excessively loose. His large, red top covered most body, the sides going all the way to his knees as the front was split open, exposing the baggy pants underneath. Both his arms, forearms and thighs were covered by armor plates, while his torso was covered by chest armor that had 'food' painted in the middle. He had kissed Chouji yesterday, that was the first step, and now he was ready for the second. He was ready to have Chouji for himself. Shikamaru never expected his friend from so long ago would end up here, in his sexual trap. Chouji had grown up. Before, he was a shy kid who just wanted to be excepted, but now he was a man towering over all of the Rookie Nine. He was a man who could shake the earth with one step. A man that made Shikamaru's pants tighten every time he sat too close to him.
Shikamaru had loved Chouji for years now. He remembered their first kiss, and it hadn't been yesterday. Their first kiss was when they were only ten. Shikamaru had been wondering why he wasn't like the other boys, in that they all secretly had a crush on Ino. Sure, they would all deny it and say she was gross, but they couldn't hide their blushes whenever she entered the room. Shikamaru was the only one who wasn't moved by her early beauty. One day, Chouji had been playing with Shikamaru after school. And then, Chouji had tripped over a rock and hurt his knee. Blood gushed out of the wound. To say it was a simple scrap would have been an understatement. There was a large cut, and still being ten, Chouji couldn't help but cry. Shikamaru acted tough with Chouji, saying it wasn't worth crying over, even though he thought to himself about how he'd cry, too, if he had that kind of cut. Shikamaru had fished a rag out of his pocket. He always carried around one to wipe off sweat from his forehead when he played. He held the cloth against Chouji's cut with one hand, and also held Chouji with his other arm as he waited for the blood to stop. Chouji rested his head on Shikamaru's chest, his sobs dying as the pain left and the comfort of the hug set in. Chouji had fallen asleep in the embrace, and Shikamaru looked down on his friend, and lightly kissed his forehead. It was so natural, he didn't think about it.
With the slight sound of twigs snapping and leafs crunching under a heavy footstep, Shikamaru was pulled from his daydream to face the man in front of him. Briefly, he mistook Chouji for his twelve year old self. Still with bandages wrapping his arms and legs, still with the odd headband that split his hair into two, erect spikes. Then, the old Chouji faded in an instant and was replaced by the new one. His hair was now long, and his headband had been changed to look like everyone else's. Even his cheeks seemed older, the swirls not as light as they once were, but now much darker. His eyes, though, they hadn't changed. They still held the same amount of worry as when he was a child.
"Shikamaru? What are we doing out here? Is everything alright?" Chouji questioned, looking at Shikamaru's face for an answer, and was surprised to see a smirk spread across his face.
"Still so innocent after all these years, Chouji?" Shikamaru chuckled, pushing himself away from the tree and closer to Chouji. "I almost feel guilty for doing this, then..."
"Doing what? Oh, I get it..." Chouji's eyes changed in a matter of seconds as he caught on to Shikamaru's scheme. "So, are we going to take our time now? Last night seemed hurried." Chouji questioned Shikamaru.
"Humpf..." Shikamaru huffed, still smiling, as he assumed Chouji was referring to the kiss he had given him before going home yesterday. "Just don't be troublesome, alright?"
"Shikamaru, when have I ever been troublesome?" Chouji asked as he felt his friend's body heat radiate against him. Shikamaru was but an inch from him now.
"You're being troublesome right now, talking while I'm trying to set the mood." Shikamaru said, his hot breath blowing in to Chouji's face as he talked.
"Right, sorry." Chouji laughed lightly, bending down to catch Shikamaru in an inflamed kiss.
Chouji was caught off guard when Shikamaru pushed him up against a tree, still kissing him with an almost bestial hunger. Chouji noticed Shikamaru's attitude had changed from last night. Before, he was rather timid, showing that he was a novice, same as Chouji. Now, however, from the way he kissed and the moves he was making, Chouji could tell he was being much more dominate. Chouji didn't care, though, as Shikamaru ran a hand to the back of Chouji's head, softly tugging at his hair as they continued to kiss. Chouji rested his hands on Shikamaru's hips, the first thing he always did when they kissed, only this time his fingers found the dividing line between Shikamaru's clothes and slid his fingers underneath the material to feel the other boy's flesh.
Shikamaru pulled his lips away from Chouji's, causing the other boy to breath heavy as he waited for them to return. Pulling off his vest and tunic, Shikamaru then waited for Chouji to do the same with his chest armor. Catching on after a second, Chouji pulled it over his head and threw it to the ground, desperate for more contact. Staring at Shikamaru as he stood, his upper half bare and his chest heaving for air, Chouji felt himself grow hard. Shikamaru was perfect. His body was toned just right, and wherever you felt it would be firm. He had muscles all over, and though he didn't have as much as Chouji, his were more visible. His chest was slightly chiseled, and his stomach wasn't bad, either. His six-pack was well developed for someone of his age, but wasn't bulging. His body shown with the rewards of someone who worked everyday. Even if he was lazy, Shikamaru was still a ninja who would run through treetops, exercise regularly, and be caught in many life and death battles. Chouji was in agony, he wanted to see him sweat, his chest and abs glistening in the small amount of light.
Shikamaru didn't mind that Chouji kept his top on, all he cared was that the armor was off so he could feel his chest better. Looking him over, deciding what move to make next, Shikamaru felt his mouth water with excitement. He watched as Chouji took of his forehead protector and dropped it to the ground, and then unsnapped the armor that had encased his forearms. Shikamaru had decided, he wanted Chouji bare, just like him. His hands gripped the ends of Chouji's long shirt and began to pull it up. Chouji helped Shikamaru, pulling it off and then dropping it over the rest of his discarded gear. Now, they both stood with there torsos bare, exposing their heaving chests. Shikamaru closed in on Chouji once more and snaked his hand back up to the back of his head, pulling him down in to another kiss. Chouji's and Shikamaru's tongues battled for dominance as their arms held each other close. Chouji's hands searched Shikamaru's back, feeling the curves of his muscles and bones. Shikamaru, too, felt Chouji's muscles, but in an entirely different place. His hands were cupping Chouji's ass cheeks, his fingers feeling the firmness in the mounds of meat that his heavy clothing hid.
Then, moving his hands to Chouji's chest, Shikamaru pushed him up against the tree and began to kiss down the front of his neck. Chouji leaned his head back to allow easier access as Shikamaru's lips and tongue roamed. He stopped for a moment at Chouji's Adam's apple, licking the bump lightly as his hands moved over Chouji's body. A deep groan was emitted from Chouji's throat as he felt Shikamaru's hand tease his full arousal through his pants. The vibrations from Chouji's voice tickled Shikamaru's mouth, making him move to bite Chouji softly as he continued to attack the larger boy's erection. One of Chouji's hands cupped the back of Shikamaru's head and held him in place while the other wrapped over the hand that was rubbing at his crotch. His hand followed the movements of Shikamaru's hand, as if he was trying to help him. But then, Shikamaru moved his hand up so that he could sneak it back down, under Chouji's pants. Chouji's hand now gripped Shikamaru's butt as he felt his length being covered by warm skin.
Shikamaru pulled the thick rod out of its' shelter, slowly pumping it as he continued to feast on Chouji's neck. His hand told him that Chouji was big, just a single stroke felt long as it went from tip to base. And it was thick, too, he could tell. Nearly his whole hand could wrap around it. Chouji moved his arms up and grabbed the tree, using it to vent out some of the pleasure he was felling by clutching it powerfully, causing indentations to break in to it. Better the tree than Shikamaru.
With his head now free from Chouji's grasp, Shikamaru left his neck and knelt down, eyeing the shear enormity that was Chouji's cock. Seeing it caused his own erection to leap for joy inside his pants. "Chouji, damn!" Shikamaru mentally marveled. He was embarrassed to admit that, even though he was well developed, he was nothing like the beast in front of him. As he pumped it, he watched as it began to spill the beginnings of his final load. Full of hunger, Shikamaru took it in to his mouth and sucked as much of the boy as he could. Pulling down Chouji's pants as he sucked, Shikamaru then grabbed his heavy thighs as he moved his head back and forth. Chouji's body quivered from Shikamaru's mouth. Chouji was amazed by how much he could have picked up after just one night, but he was happy that he did.
Shikamaru moved his hands from Chouji's thighs to behind his knees. He pushed at them so Chouji's legs would give and Shikamaru could be holding him up. Chouji may have been a large person, but Shikamaru was strong. Shikamaru now stood up, lifting Chouji higher in to the air, his head now almost up to the branches of the tree. Blushing at his vulnerability, Chouji tangled his hands in Shikamaru's hair, as Shikamaru continued. Using his left hand to hold up Chouji's entire weight, Shikamaru brought his fingers of his other hand to his mouth. After a few more greedy sucks on Chouji's bulk, Shikamaru removed it from his mouth and replaced it with all four of his fingers, soaking them in his own saliva. Then, once they were dripping, he removed them and fed his face, once again, on Chouji's heavy erection. With his fingers now soaked, Shikamaru took his index and middle finger and placed them at Chouji's entrance, rubbing it down and making it wet. "Ah..." Chouji let out, the feeling shocking him out of his temporary, sex caused stupor. With it wet, Shikamaru pushed the two digits inside of his friend, feeling the warmth of his body devour him. "No way am I going to be the woman! Besides, it might kill me if I take that inside me..." Shikamaru reasoned with himself as he began to pull his fingers out and then back in, preparing Chouji for the task at hand.
It didn't hurt, Shikamaru's fingers weren't big enough to hurt, but the intrusion did feel awkward. Chouji had to grab the branches just overhead to keep from crushing Shikamaru's skull as he felt the fingers slip in and out of him. Soon enough, the feeling grew on him, and adding the penetration with the blowjob, Chouji found himself in utter bliss. The fingers kept pushing at something inside of him that sent chills through his body, and made his lower region even hotter, if that was at all possible. Shikamaru casually worked the other two fingers inside as well, only then did Chouji begin to feel the beginning of the pain. Even though the fingers still didn't equal the size of Shikamaru's dick, they still opened him enough that it hurt, seeing that it was his first time at ever taking anything inside himself. Exhaling heavily, Chouji felt Shikamaru pull his fingers out, and take his mouth away from the swollen rod that soon began to throb for attention.
Shikamaru switched hands, now using his right hand to hold up Chouji while his left hand opened his pants to free his painful erection. Giving himself a few pumps, and then lowering Chouji, forcing him to let go of the branches, Shikamaru opened his mouth slightly as he felt his dick poke at Chouji. He looked up in to Chouji's face before he thrust in, seeing if he was ready for him to make the move. Chouji's face was heavily flushed, the swirls on his cheeks a deep red. Chouji moved one of his arms down to wrap around the leg that Shikamaru wasn't holding up. As he lifted his leg up, making his entrance even easier to access, Chouji bit his lip and nodded, closing his eyes as he awaited the pain that was sure to come. Shikamaru then looked down at himself, holding his dick in one hand as he slowly pushed it against Chouji. As he felt his head begin to enter the other boy's body, he heard Chouji breathe in deep through his nose. Looking up at his face, he could see the pain that Chouji was feeling. His fingers helped to prepare him, but still, they couldn't compare to the real thing.
Chouji's eyes winced as he felt the pain increase as he was dropped further on to Shikamaru, his thickness spreading him apart as he was really impaled for the first time. Once the whole thing was engulfed, and the pain would no longer increase, Shikamaru moved his hand to the back of Chouji's knee once again, freeing Chouji's hand to do what he wanted. For a minute, Shikamaru stayed still, letting Chouji take in the pain and get used to the feeling that he would have to deal with whenever he would make love to him. He was never going to be the woman, he was sure of that! Shikamaru could feel his cock throb from inside of Chouji, if he didn't start to seriously fuck him soon, he was sure he'd explode. In order to ease the pain, he'd have to move himself around inside of Chouji, to get his muscles used to the feeling. So, he began. Slowly, Shikamaru pulled out, his eyes watching Chouji's face as he did so. He noticed Chouji bitting his lip, and a trail of blood that was beginning to flow down his chin. Chouji's hands strangled the tree as he felt the pain inside himself burn. But, it soon began so subside. After the pain left, Chouji could feel Shikamaru humping in to him. Before, the pain had numbed it, but now he could feel it! He could even feel the curves of the head as it moved around inside him.
Shikamaru's thrusts grew more heated as he noticed Chouji's face soften, and then flush again with pleasure. Pleasure that he was giving him. Chouji looked down at Shikamaru, his muscles now coated with sweat like he had been dying to see. His muscles bulged out, the task of holding Chouji up causing them to work hard. As he wrapped his hand around his own dick and began to pump, Chouji watched Shikamaru's eyes. Shikamaru looked at Chouji with great intensity, humping harder as he read the passion that was written inside his eyes. Shikamaru slammed his hips hard as Chouji pulled at himself. Chouji began to feel a large cloud form over him. It was threatening to burst as he felt a pleasurable agony build up inside of himself. His muscles tightened around Shikamaru as he pounded himself faster and harder. Shikamaru hurried his thrusts, knowing Chouji was soon to finish. The muscles that clutched at him made Shikamaru throw his head back for a second, basking in the unbelievable delight of lovemaking.
A wave slammed in Chouji with the same ferocity as Shikamaru was slamming in to him. Chouji watched as his sight went black and his hearing was temporarily deafened. He bit his lip harder than before, causing more blood to flow as he reached his orgasm. The feeling was so intense, however, that it completely deadened the pain of Chouji's lip as he bit down on it. His whole body shook with pleasure, inside and out, causing Shikamaru to gasp from the feeling it gave his dick as he continued to thrust in to Chouji. With his hand and stomach now bathed in come, Chouji just rested like a dead weight in Shikamaru's grasp, letting him finish. Shikamaru looked at Chouji's flushed face and felt himself slip over the edge at the sight of his spent body. In a matter of seconds, Shikamaru came in to Chouji, blasting his seed in him with all of his might. Chouji felt the liquid spill inside his body, his eyes opening to look at Shikamaru as his face was twisted with release.
With shaky hands, tired due to holding Chouji up for so long, Shikamaru slowly slid Chouji down the tree and placed him on the ground, only after his prick had fallen out. Chouji stayed propped against the tree as Shikamaru fell to the ground, both breathing heavily with exhaustion. Chouji brought his hand up to his chin and wiped the line of blood that had formed. For some reason unknown to Chouji, it had felt like the actual first time, not just the first penetration. His tired mind thought about how embarrassing it would have been if someone had caught them, but the only witness to the act was the trees, and the only sign they left behind was the marks Chouji had driven in to the one tree with his bare hands.
Alright! There is now a plot! Smut should always have plot, after all. Thanks for the reviews, and I hope to see more soon.
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