Chapter 3. Hope you all were just dying to read the next chapter. I'm sure ya'll were. XD
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"Sakura, you can go home for the day..." Tsunade announced to her pupil, sitting at her desk with several stacks of folders piled up on each side.
"Thank you, Tsunade-Sensei." Sakura bowed before exiting the office. She carried a small notebook with her that she wrote down all her notes from the lesson Tsunade would give her.
"I did something last night, and if either of them found out, we would probably break up." Sakura remembered whatIno had said two days ago. Ino knew it would drive Sakura crazy that she didn't tell her exactly what she did, but all Sakura knew was she had to find out. She wasn't stupid, she could probably figure it out without much effort, for one, she was positive it had something to do with Ino and Chouji, but what she didn't understand was what they did. The first thing that came to mind was that Ino had sex with Chouji, but that couldn't be since Ino said Chouji liked Shikamaru. If Chouji was gay, they wouldn't have had sex, but then what could it be?
Sakura remembered whatIno had said two days ago. Ino knew it would drive Sakura crazy that she didn't tell her exactly what she did, but all Sakura knew was she had to find out. She wasn't stupid, she could probably figure it out without much effort, for one, she was positive it had something to do with Ino and Chouji, but what she didn't understand was what they did. The first thing that came to mind was that Ino had sex with Chouji, but that couldn't be since Ino said Chouji liked Shikamaru. If Chouji was gay, they wouldn't have had sex, but then what could it be?Walking outside and descending the long staircase on the side of the Hokage's office building, Sakura brought one of her hands up to tap her fingers on her chin. Deep in thought, Sakura didn't even notice Shizune as she walked next to her while going up the stairs. "Ino said it would break up the group if they found out... so they must not know what she did." Sakura discussed with herself as she walked home. "Maybe she is just being stupid... and over-exaggerating whatever it was that she did... No, then she wouldn't have been so serious and she probably would have told me then." Without having to think about where she was going, Sakura just walked the streets and made her way to her house within a few minutes. She had been back and forth from the Hokage building and home so many times she could walk to either one blindfolded.
Entering her house and kicking off her sandals, Sakura let her arms fall in exhaustion from the days' activities. Tsunade still tutored her in the ways of being the perfect medical ninja. And though Sakura was now almost beyond Tsunade, there was always more that she could do to increase her knowledge. As she entered the kitchen, seeing her mother washing her hands in the sink, Sakura looked outside from the window and noticed the sun quickly fading. On her way from the office, she was so preoccupied with her thoughts she hadn't given the sky any mind, but now she understood why she was so tired, it was almost time for bed. Her mother gave her a small smile as she entered the room and Sakura did the same. With her notebook still in her arms, Sakura walked towards the cabinet and reached for a glass so that she could have some water.
"Dinner is almost ready, and also, I'm cooking a pie for Ino's mom." Sakura's mother said, her voice hinting that she was about to give Sakura a chore. "She's been a little under the weather lately, and I was wondering if you could take it over to their house as soon as it's ready. I know it's late, but I'm sure she won't mind."
"Sure." Sakura didn't really want to go, but she decided she could talk to Ino and maybe get her to spill the beans.
"Great. It'll be ready in a few minutes." Sakura's mom turned off the water and dried her hands on a towel as she spoke. "How's the training?"
"Ughhhhhh..." Sakura answered her mother's question by collapsing in a chair that she pulled out from under the kitchen table.
Minutes later, as Sakura had just opened her notebook to read over some of her notes, the bell to the oven rang. Still hot, Sakura's mother placed it in a box and closed it so the steam would help keep it warm longer. Closing her notebook and standing up from the table, Sakura took the box and her notebook and left her house quickly, eager to get back so she could go to bed. The sun had set by then, even if not much time had passed, it had already been late when Sakura had arrived home. Walking through the streets, no need to run, Sakura looked at the sky for a second and could smell an oncoming rain. Now having a reason to pick up her speed, Sakura walked faster and found herself turning onto Ino's street. Looking down the road, she could see someone sneaking out of the upper window, jumping down, and then running off in the distance. "Ino?" Sakura whispered to herself, then ran up to her house and rang the doorbell. Leaving the box at the doorstep, Sakura quickly followed Ino down the street to see what she was doing.
Being a master of Chakra control, Sakura could trail Ino easily without worrying about being discovered. When she saw Ino stop in front of Shikamaru's house, Sakura was starting to try and think of what she could be doing. Gripping onto her notebook as she watched Ino slip around the house, Sakura got closer and hid in the shadows as she watched Ino stand in the middle of Shikamaru's backyard and place her hands into the sign of her jutsu. With her eyes at the window, Ino used her technique and then fell to the ground, her body nothing but an empty shell. Sakura was lost in what Ino was doing, all she could do was watch as Shikamaru now jumped out his window after a few minutes, pick up Ino, and bring her back inside so she wouldn't get wet from the rain that was soon to come. "Did she switch bodies?" Sakura asked quietly as thunder crashed in the sky.
Shikamaru then jumped back out the window, and jumping further into the shadows, Sakura just watched as Shikamaru ran towards the street and ran down it again. Sakura pushed herself from her shadowy shelter and kept close to her target. She could feel rain begin to drop on her cheeks as she ran, and she was sure, she was going to see what Ino had kept secret from her. She clung to her notebook as she was nervous to find out what it was. If she was using Shikamaru's body, it mustn't be something good. And then having to do it in the cover of night, Ino was behind something that Sakura was sure she shouldn't be.
As she ran through the streets, Sakura began to piece things together. Judging from the way they were going, most likely Ino was headed towards Chouji's house. And if she was going to Chouji's house at this hour, there might only be one thing that would happen. "I have a good hunch he likes someone else... Shikamaru..." Ino's voice echoed through Sakura's mind. Ino didn't just have a hunch, she knew what she was talking about firsthand. Sakura shook her head in denial, not wanting to believe that was what Ino was doing. For all she really knew, Ino was just playing a trick on Chouji and Shikamaru, and though her gut told her differently, Sakura sided with the nicer scenario.
They had arrived at Chouji's house, and by that time the rain had begun to pour, drenching both Sakura and Shikamaru. Sakura watched as Shikamaru rounded Chouji's house and made his way to the back. Following very close behind, Sakura held his notebook to her chest tightly, her notes now most likely ruined as the rain had soaked every inch of her. She hid in a bush as thunder crashed, the sound covering the ruffling the leaves made as Sakura jumped in. Through a hole in the leaves, Sakura watched Shikamaru stand next to Chouji's bedroom door, and then, slide the doors apart slowly. Once he entered the room, he turned around and shut the doors back, blocking Sakura's view. "No way... they are just, hanging out... Ino would never..." Sakura said inside herself, her bangs sticking to her face. Waiting for another crash of thunder so she could exit the bush and go up to the door, Sakura swept her hair back and tried her best to shelter her notebook that she had stupidly decided to being with her. She had planned to look over it on the way home, but now it looked like she wouldn't get the chance.
Once out of the bush, Sakura tiptoed up to the door, her knees shaking from the cold and her heart beating from the fear of possibly getting caught. Her shoes squishing from being wet, Sakura pressed herself up to the door and took a few breaths before continuing onward and looking inside. Her fingers shaking even more than her knees, Sakura slid the door open just enough so she could look inside. She couldn't see anything, and so she slid it open some more, and what she saw froze her in shock. From the bit she could see, she saw Shikamaru, who of course was still really Ino, on his knees and Chouji sitting at the edge of his bed. Chouji's upper half was out of sight since he was leaning back, but that didn't matter. Sakura could see what Ino was doing, she could see Ino making Shikamaru touch Chouji in the most intimate of places. She could see Shikamaru wrap his hands around Chouji's girth, Sakura feeling her stomach churn as Shikamaru took it in his mouth. Ino was using Shikamaru so she could have sex with Chouji.
Sakura pulled herself from the sight quickly, still so stunned that she didn't notice dropping her notebook as she ran off for home. She had to do something, and she knew that if she did, Ino would really hate her for the rest of her life. But, she couldn't just sit by and let Ino use Shikamaru like that, and she couldn't let Ino fool Chouji. She considered it her obligation to put a stop to things once and for all, but she wasn't going to barge in on them, no, she'd wait till later to get things rolling.
Shikamaru entered Chouji's room, his clothes soaked and his hair hanging limp from the weight of the water. He had already changed into his house clothes before Ino had kidnaped his body, the clothing consisting of a pair of long, red house pants and a black, long sleeved shirt. Chouji had almost been asleep, but woke up when he heard Shikamaru enter. This would be the third time Shikamaru came over at night. Chouji still didn't notice anything off other than that Shikamaru seemed to lose his forcefulness at night, instead letting Chouji lead.
Chouji sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, waking up to what was going to soon begin. Feeling a chill go down his spine, Shikamaru pulled off his wet shirt and dropped it on the ground with a slosh. He walked towards the bed, Chouji now uncovering himself and moving to the edge so that he could meet him. "You're soaking..." Chouji softly said, his fingers rubbing up one of Shikamaru's arms, feeling goose bumpsbreak across his skin at the touch. "You didn't have to come tonight..." Chouji continued to worry over Shikamaru when all the standing boy cared about was what he had come for. Lifting one of his hands, Shikamaru cupped Chouji's face and bent down to catch his lips in a kiss. Both opened their mouths at the same time, sneaking tongues into each other's mouth while Shikamaru pushed Chouji back, laying on top of him with his wet body. Then, so as to not get Chouji too wet, Shikamaru slid off and went to his knees at the end of the bed. Raising his head from his laying position, Chouji watched as Shikamaru brought his hands up to fondle at his blue shorts. Rubbing lightly at Chouji's growing erection, Shikamaru found the button that held the opening of the shorts closed. As he felt more blood pump into the mound of flesh underneath the shorts, Shikamaru unbuttoned the clothing and snuck his hand in, pulling out the rod that was still growing.
Excited for the taste of his teammate, Shikamaru gave him a few more pumps before feasting on the meat that was Chouji. Chouji just huffed as he watched Shikamaru work at him. For some reason, Chouji noticed, Shikamaru didn't do as good of a job at blowing him at night as he did during the day. It still felt good, but something was different. Shikamaru did it like he was nervous, or inexperienced, when what he had demonstrated before obviously canceled out him being new at giving head. Chouji didn't care, however, maybe it was just Shikamaru's way of mixing things up.
Water still dripped from Shikamaru's hair as he moved his head back and forth. Feeling himself growing excited under his wet clothes, Shikamaru fished himself out from under his pants and pumped himself while working with Chouji. Even if Ino didn't really know what it was like being a guy, it was still pretty straightforward when it came to sex. And, even if she wasn't entirely sure on how they could get it to work, she knew she could still take Chouji insider her, even if she was a guy. "I'm ready.." Shikamaru said, getting up and pulling off his pants.
Chouji's heart skipped when Shikamaru got on top of him again, sitting lightly on his lap as he waited for Chouji to make the next move. Chouji never got to experience himself inside someone else before. The two times that there was any penetration involved, Shikamaru was always the one giving it. Just yesterday he and Shikamaru had met up by chance in front of the local grocery store. Chouji had to go buy more chips while Shikamaru was just walking around. They both went back to Chouji's and ended up taking a little time out. But, even then, Shikamaru had been the aggressor, not so much as asking Chouji as he spread his legs and stuck himself inside him. Now, though, Shikamaru looked at Chouji as he waited for him to make a move.
Chouji remembered what Shikamaru would do to get him ready, he would suck on his fingers and then use them to get the area ready. So, bringing one hand up to his mouth, Chouji stuck two fingers in and got them wet. Shikamaru watched and understood, and leaning forward, made himself open for Chouji. He shivered when Chouji rubbed at him, the saliva wetting his entrance enough so that Chouji could push his fingers in. Shikamaru bit his lip at the new feeling. As Chouji pushed in and out, Shikamaru could only sit still as he tried to get used to the sensation. "Eh...?" Shikamaru whimpered, not so much in discomfort as in confusion.
Chouji took his fingers out of Shikamaru as he noticed his face change. Shikamaru looked like he had seen a ghost. "Shikamaru?" Chouji questioned, scared that he had done something wrong. Shikamaru didn't answer. Quickly, he jumped off of Chouji, Chouji sitting up with his eyes filled with worry.
"I have to go..." Shikamaru said quickly, finding his wet clothes and dressing himself in a hurry.
"What's going on? You wanted me to..." Chouji began to ask, but was stopped by Shikamaru looking at him.
"It's not you, I forgot... I think..." Shikamaru looked for something that he could say. "I think I left the stove on!" Shikamaru said, Ino mentally kicking herself on the inside.
In a second, Shikamaru threw open the sliding door and ran out in the rain, a flash of lighting going off as Chouji went to the door and looked out as Shikamaru disappeared. It had happened so fast, Chouji didn't even have time for the blood to rush out of his prick, the still full member continuing to hang out of the hole in the front of his shorts. Confused, Chouji began to turn around and go back in his room, but as another flash of lightning illuminated the dark ground, Chouji noticed a notebook on the floor next to his door. After bending down and picking it up, he was surprised to see that it was Sakura's, her name was on the front so he didn't have to look very hard to discover who it belonged to. It was possible that she had dropped it when she came over those couple of days ago, but he was amazed he hadn't found it until now. Shivering as a cold breeze ran through his yard, Chouji took the soaking book inside and closed his door.
Ino ran through the streets, she had begun to feel her control over Shikamaru's body slipping. She had enough strength left to hold him for a few more minutes, but she didn't want to risk falling out of his body while on top of Chouji. The rain was lighter than before, but still, she was getting soaked once again. She had to hold Shikamaru's pants up since they were so heavy with water, all she needed then was to slip on the ground cause her pants got caught around her ankles. In the pit of her stomach, Ino felt like tonight she did something wrong. She felt like, perhaps she should have waited until tomorrow, but then, she just decided it was her nerves. She had perfect control over Shikamaru. Normally, her mind transfer technique would only work on someone for a few minutes, but once they are asleep, and their minds are resting, Ino can control them for even longer, maybe even an hour if she had all of her strength. She had no reason to feel she had done something wrong. She did manage to get away from Chouji in time, and she was now at Shikamaru's house with still a few minutes to spare before losing her grip. She was only wrong if someone had caught her, and since she was sure no one had, she felt happy with herself.
She jumped into Shikamaru's room and made her way over to his closet, not wanting to leave him wet and without an explanation as to why. She wasn't in that much of a rush that she couldn't spend a few seconds picking out some dry clothes, after all, she still had a few good minutes left in the hold. Ino was actually upset she didn't stay with Chouji a little longer, even if she couldn't have taken him inside her long enough to have enjoyed it, she could of at least made him come. Shrugging Shikamaru's shoulders, Ino pulled out a simple blue shirt and some more red pants that were the same as the ones she was already wearing. Once she was out of the wet clothes and dry, Ino bundled up the wet clothes into a pile and stood in front of her body, which was currently in Shikamaru's bed. She threw the clothes into Shikamaru's clothes hamper and then took her body over to the window. Once she crawled in bed, Ino released Shikamaru from her grasp and once again entered her own body. Mentally patting her back once again, Ino jumped out the window quietly and ran back to her house. The rain had settled to a dull sprinkle by that time, so her own body didn't get too wet on the way back. Everything was well.
The next day, Sakura had been dealing with a nervous stomach. She didn't know what to do, whether to tell or to let things sort themselves out. She didn't let her condition, however, interfere with her work with Tsunade. Still she wrote down notes and listened to everything the blonde had to say. Sakura had to bring a new notebook since she had lost her older one, but she hadn't been aware of where she had dropped it. If she had known that she had left it at Chouji's, she might have been a bit more worried than she currently was. After coming back from running a few errands for Tsunade, consisting of delivering a few documents to a couple of different locations inside the village, Tsunade allowed Sakura an early leave. Every once and while Sakura would be let off early since she worked so hard everyday. Tsunade didn't really let her leave because she deserved it, but because she would run out of things to make her do.
Holding her new notebook to her chest, Sakura walked aimlessly through the village, not wanting to go home since it was still early in the day. Her mind was flooded with thoughts about the previous night. She didn't know what to do. Right now, because of the feeling in her stomach, all she wanted to do was sit back and allow Ino to destroy her relationship with her team. But, being the kind of person she was, Sakura couldn't stay out of the picture. If she did tell someone, which one would she tell first? Chouji or Shikamaru? Both had equal rights to know what was going on. Chouji was being deceived into believing he was actually with Shikamaru, while Shikamaru was unknowingly giving away his body to Ino and whatever she made him do. Sakura could only feel her stomach tickle more as she thought about it. She really didn't want to tell, but she couldn't see any way out of it.
With the sun hidden behind a sky flooded with clouds, the day went on peacefully. The weather was wonderful, it wasn't hot and there was a crisp breeze that would blow by every few seconds that cooled off those who were working in the streets or in their lawns. Chouji walked the streets knowing exactly where he was going. With a pocket full of money, he was heading over to his favorite ramen shop, Ichiraku's Ramen shop. His stomach was crying out for the fullness only Ichiraku and his ramen could bring. Underneath his large, heavy top, and inside his back pocket, Chouji carried Sakura's notebook, ready to give it to her if he passed her by on his way to the shop. Or even, he could take it to her house after he ate. Ino showed him where she lived one time, and he remembered it ever since.
As he walked the streets, Chouji briefly thought about last night. It had worried him a bit that Shikamaru had run off so abruptly, and with such a lie as 'leaving his stove on', Chouji was beginning to feel Shikamaru was maybe losing his mind. Since when did Shikamaru go near the stove? His mind thought of many reasons he would have left. Maybe he really did leave the stove on, as silly as that seemed. Or maybe, he forgot to do something for his mother, provided it was already late, it was better to remember late than to not remember at all. Or possibly, Shikamaru could be getting tired of him. Chouji's heart grew heavy as he thought about it. No way could Shikamaru tire over something he had just started, there must be another explanation. Chouji shook the horrid thoughts from his head and continued on thinking about what it could be. He remembered he was getting Shikamaru ready for his 'first time' when he suddenly freaked out and left. Perhaps he was scared of taking it in. Chouji didn't want to think of himself as having a large package, but he did remember his first time taking Shikamaru in. It hurt. And compared to Shikamaru, Chouji was indeed bigger. Chouji smiled as he convinced himself that Shikamaru fled out of fear instead of anything else, and just as he looked ahead to see the ramen shop, he saw Sakura.
He stopped as he noticed her, and she stopped as she noticed him. Chouji didn't know why he stopped, not like there was any reason for him to stand still for those few seconds, but he only mocked her. Sakura was shocked to see Chouji, one of the few people she wanted to be the farthest away from at the moment. Until she looked at the building to her left, the ramen shop, Sakura had been wondering why Chouji was here of all places. "I'll tell the first one I see..." Sakura thought. That had been what she said the second before she had actually seen Chouji, and now that he was walking towards her, and her forehead began to glisten with nervous sweat, she was beginning to regret her silent decision. She watched Chouji wave one of his large hands at her, and then reach to his back pocket and pull out her notebook. The sweat that had been forming on her forehead immediately fell down to her brow upon seeing her missing book. She had hoped she hadn't lost it there, and since she had, what would Chouji think?
"Sakura! Hey..." Chouji said as he reached her and handed her the notebook, which was wrinkly from drying out and bent from being in Chouji's back pocket. "I was going to drop it by you're house later, but since you're here..." a smile broke onto Chouji's face as Sakura blushed.
"Oh, thank you Chouji... I...I had been wondering where I had left this thing." A nervous Sakura said, doing her best to act cool and not run the other direction. "Here to eat some ramen?"
"Yeah, am I predictable?" Chouji asked, beginning to enter the shop. "I have plenty of money, want a bowl, too?" Chouji asked.
"Oh no, Chouji, you don't have to." Sakura tried to deny the offer, really wanting to get away, but knowing she couldn't leave until she told Chouji her secret.
"I always eat alone here, I'd like some company." Chouji tried to change her mind. Besides his teammates, and the guys he had partnered with while going after Sasuke a few years ago, Chouji didn't have too many friends, especially girl friends.
"Maybe one bowl... but not too big, ok?" Sakura giggled as she lost the battle and entered the shop with Chouji, him holding back the cloth over the entrance so she could walk in.
The two wordlessly sat down as Ichiraku turned around from the sink as he was washing his hands. Sakura put both of her books down on the counter as she took a seat next to Chouji, who was already placing his order. She wasn't paying attention to what he ordered, and when it was her turn to order, she didn't answer for the first few seconds. Shaking her head as she came to, Sakura told Ichiraku what she wanted and then fell back into the state she was just in. Chouji didn't push her to talk as he was excited about getting his meal. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder that was next to the soy sauce and other condiments that rested between every other group of chairs. Breaking the sticks apart in preparation, Chouji then placed the sticks down and looked over at Sakura. He could see she was thinking, and since he didn't know her very well, he didn't want to disturb her and ask her what was on her mind. Only when the food was placed in front of them did Sakura snap out of her spell and reach for the chopsticks.
Both of them brought their hands up and silently gave thanks before starting. Once Sakura was back to herself, she began to speak up. It wasn't like her to sit and say nothing when she was being treated to a meal. She thought about what she could say, the first thing out of her mouth couldn't be "Shikamaru is really Ino, and she's been using his body so that she could have sex with you." Sakura blushed at the idea, laughing at herself for the first time that day. Looking over at Chouji, and then seeing he was already finished with more than half of his large bowl of ramen, Sakura just watched him eat for a second.
"You sure... eat quick." Sakura said shakily as Chouji brought his bowl up to drink the broth out.
"I'm not done yet." Chouji breathed out after placing the bowl back on the counter.
"I see." Sakura saw another bowl take the empty bowl's place and then Chouji starting on it.
Not much was needed to be said between them since Chouji was too busy eating to reply to anything she would say. A quite meal was really best when it came to Chouji. "I'll tell him after he finishes" Sakura decided as she finished her small bowl of ramen. By the time she finished, she had lost count of how many bowls Chouji had already finished. She couldn't help but wondering how his mother could afford to feed him. And Sakura didn't even know Chouji's father ate more than he did.
Nearly thirty minutes had passed by the time Chouji ate his last bowl, and patted his belly with satisfaction. Sakura, with a smile on her face, stood up from her seat and lead the way back to the street.
"Thanks for the ramen, Chouji, and for my notebook." Sakura said lightly, aware that she had to start confessing now.
"It's alright." Chouji said back, looking down at Sakura as her face changed. She was looking at something behind him. "Eh?" Chouji uttered as he turned around.
"...no way..." Sakura whispered so only she could her herself.
Shikamaru could be seen down the street, walking towards the ramen shop after seeing the two exit. Any chances Sakura had of telling Chouji about Ino flew out the window at that moment. No way could she deal with telling them both at the same time, that was too much. Sakura couldn't help but wonder what the odds were of running into both Chouji and Shikamaru on the same street. It was understandable that Chouji would be there, the ramen shop was there after all, but why Shikamaru?
"Chouji! I thought you'd be at the ramen shop." Shikamaru said as he walked up to the two after they exited the building.
"Shikamaru!" Chouji said happily, not remembering last night as he walked up to him. "Were you looking for me?" Chouji asked as he reached Shikamaru, forgetting about Sakura who had stayed behind.
"I was just walking around, but I thought I'd come see if you were here." Shikamaru answered, looking behind Chouji at Sakura who seemed to be lost in thought. "Sakura?" Shikamaru asked as he walked up to the pink haired girl.
"Oh! Shikamaru..." Sakura gasped, crashing back into reality for the umpteenth time that day. "How are you?"
"Eh... tired... think I want to go take a nap." Shikamaru said, his eyes looking over slightly at Chouji.
"Yeah, I think I'm ready for a nap, too. In fact..." Stepping backwards, Sakura continued to speak as she moved away from the two boys. "I think I'll head home now and hit the hay. Thanks again Chouji for finding my notebook." Sakura had left so quickly that the only thing the two boys could do was wave as she went off.
"I don't think she likes me all that much..." Chouji whimpered lightly.
"Pfft... What are you talking about, Chouji?" Shikamaru asked as he turned to look at Chouji. "She's a woman, who knows what they think. Don't trouble yourself over it. Remember... the only women you need to get along with are your mother and Ino." Shikamaru gave Chouji a little speech before walking down the road, the same direction Sakura had gone off in.
"She just seemed so... stiff..." Chouji referred to Sakura back when they were eating. He noticed her discomfort, but didn't understand why she was feeling it.
"Just... don't think about it." Shikamaru huffed, he really was tired. He didn't just bring it up so that Sakura would leave. "Come on..." Shikamaru directed as he walked down the street.
Shikamaru had led Chouji back to the academy in order to retrieve a few things that he had forgotten earlier that day. Shikamaru's main job was to teach classes at the school. He was planning on grabbing the things he had left, and then taking them, and Chouji, back to his house. On the way, Shikamaru would run into several of his students. The kids would all be spread out across the village, so it would be impossible for him to not see at least one of them. They would greet him by calling him "sensei," and Chouji would just giggle at the name. He loved the fact that Shikamaru was a teacher instead of something more dangerous.
The two arrived at the academy. With his hands placed in his pockets, Shikamaru walked the empty halls of the school as he made his way to his classroom. Chouji wordlessly followed behind, remembering old times. It hadn't been too long ago, but it had been long enough for it to feel like a time warp upon stepping inside. Provided, not all of Chouji's school memories were good, he would generally think of the ones that made him happy.
"I don't think I've ever been to your classroom, Shikamaru." Chouji spoke up.
"...heh, it's nothing to be upset about. They all look alike, anyway." Shikamaru said, now yawning as he stopped in front of his room.
They both entered the empty room once the door was opened. Like a brick wall, memories from school began to crash onto Chouji as he looked over the room. His eyes looking at each chair, remembering where he had been seated, where Shikamaru had been, and everyone else he could remember. Shikamaru taught in one of the classes they had been in when going to the school, Chouji could only imagine what it was like for Shikamaru, seeing kids in his seat, seeing them just as young as he had been. Still, it hadn't been very long since they were in school, but any visit back to your old classroom, no matter how many years you've been gone, feels very nostalgic.
Shikamaru strolled over to his desk, opening a drawer and ruffling through some papers. With a yawn, he searched for what he needed. He woke up feeling like he had just been in a 10 mile marathon, not sleeping soundly like he was sure he did. Not to mention, he had a headache again that morning. He thought to himself everyday how he hoped none of the kids would come in and get him sick. Now, he thought, one might have done just that, snuck into school with a cold and gotten his germs on him somehow. Sure, he was feeling better now, but that didn't mean anything, he could easily get a headache at any second.
Chouji was still reminiscing while Shikamaru looked for his things, Shikamaru lazily shuffling through the papers in the drawer, not making much of an effort to really look. With the time Shikamaru was giving him, Chouji walked around the tables and sat at his old seat. Once seated, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his bag of chips, ripping it open and eating like he always would during class. Chouji sat in the front, he always had to sit in the front, otherwise he wouldn't pay attention in the back. That's why he and Shikamaru never sat together, Shikamaru hated the front. If he were to fall asleep in the front row, the teacher would surly notice. So, Chouji or not, he sat in the back. No way was he going to actually stay awake during those long lectures. Chouji didn't mind Shikamaru not sitting with him, if he was alone, he'd concentrate better. Chouji took his grades very seriously, for so many years he would fail almost everything, but Chouji took every step he could to clean up his act in his last years.
The drawer so full of ungraded and graded papers alike, it took Shikamaru a while to find the one thing he needed. He had to grade some papers at his house, not many, just the ones he didn't get to before school had let out. Rolling the papers up and sticking them in one of his vest pockets, Shikamaru closed the drawer and walked towards Chouji, who was still sitting and eating. Quietly, not disturbing Chouji from his daydreaming, Shikamaru walked over to his friend and stood behind him. Bending over one of Chouji's shoulders, Shikamaru reached down and pulled out a chip from the bag, plopping it in his mouth and crunching it close to Chouji's ear, snapping him out of his thinking. Chouji turned his head a little, Shikamaru's face was still down next to his, so he couldn't turn it all the way. Slightly blushing, though he didn't know why, Chouji swallowed what was in his mouth and smiled. Shikamaru, too, swallowed his chip and then looked at Chouji, and Chouji now looking back.
Moving so their lips were level with each other, Shikamaru pressed his mouth to Chouji's. Their lips stayed sealed, no tongue was needed. And just as quickly as they had connected, they parted.
Night rolled in on Konoha as quickly as Chouji could put away a Korean Bar-B-Q dinner. For the ninja with swirls on his cheeks, time passed fast since Shikamaru left him to go home. They stayed together for a while, walking around the village, but after about the seventh mile and the tenth bag of chips, Shikamaru decided to get back to his house and get the grading out of the way. Now, Chouji stood outside his room, his ears listening to the sounds of the insects chirping in the moist night air, and his eyes watching as fireflies flew around the yard. As one came near, Chouji reached his hand out and grabbed in from it's flight. Holding it for a few seconds, and then opening his hands, Chouji examined the bug as it didn't fly away. It fluttered its' wings, its' yellow light blinking quickly as it tried to lift off. Chouji looked closely and noticed, that thanks to his sudden encasement of the bug, he had crippled one of the wings. The slightest twinge of guilt knotted inside of Chouji's stomach. However, after several more attempts, the firefly took off, and though flying lower than usual, and having to struggle to stay up, it still managed to fly.
As Chouji watched the firefly mix with several more, he noticed behind it, Shikamaru standing between a few bushes. Chouji could feel something was different, like the Shikamaru he had just seen earlier wasn't the Shikamaru he was seeing now. In fact, when Chouji really thought about it, every time Shikamaru came over at night, he seemed different. As Shikamaru walked closer, occupying Chouji's eyes, Chouji failed to notice the firefly, that had worked so hard to stay in the air, fall to the ground.
As quickly as the night had come, Shikamaru was even quicker in getting himself and Chouji down to nothing but their underwear. His coming at night meant nothing other than one thing, he wanted to have Chouji. Shikamaru and Chouji embraced as they gave each other a heated kiss. Backing up, Chouji pinned Shikamaru against the wall, his hands rubbing at his back while Shikamaru had his hands on Chouji's crotch, prodding him hungrily. Chouji's face was flushed with heat, and his blood rushed down south so fast he felt slightly faint for a few seconds. His crotch throbbed in Shikamaru's hands, it wanted more than to just be touched.
Pushing Chouji back an inch and placing his fingers at Chouji's waistband, Shikamaru quickly pulled down the obstructing material and went to his knees. Chouji placed his hands on the wall and leaned over as Shikamaru wrapped his hand around Chouji's length, the warmth from Shikamaru's skin sending all kinds of sensations through Chouji's body. Placing his mouth dangerously close, and breathing hot breath out so that the moist air would tease Chouji, Shikamaru just basked in the presence of such an amazing work of art. This, after all, was why he was here, so he could hold this juggernaut in his hands, so he could taste the salt that laced each and every inch of its' being, so he could control what he felt like he should be able to own.
Lightly, tauntingly, Shikamaru let out his tongue and slid it across the slit of Chouji's prick. Chouji bit his lip in anticipation for the mouth to engulf him, but until then, his brow broke out in a sweat as he felt the slickness tickle as his sensitive head. The length in Shikamaru's hands twitched every time he licked at the slit, wordlessly begging for more. Giving in, but only by a little, Shikamaru opened his mouth and let only the head in before closing his lips around the flesh and suckling at it. Shikamaru could feel himself pulsate underneath his boxers, but he ignored it, that wasn't what he wanted to worry himself about.
Working as much of it in as he could, Shikamaru began to fully suck on the meat once Chouji brought down a hand to rest on the top of his head, urging him on. He didn't need to be told twice, for once he took it in, and the large hand on his head removed itself with a deep groan from it owner, Shikamaru couldn't be stopped. He went slow, not wanting to try and speed things up when he really just wanted enjoy himself. Chouji didn't seem to mind, just so long as it was being sucked, he didn't care how fast Shikamaru went.
Hands wandered up Chouji's thighs as his boner was being sucked for all it was worth. The hands tickled the tender flesh of his legs, repeating the same cycle of going up and down and Shikamaru continued to do his job. Chouji felt like his legs were going to buckle under his weight at any moment. Having to stand up while Shikamaru fed himself was a test to see just how strong Chouji was. His knees shook, his hands grew sweaty against the wall and started to slide down, causing Chouji to have to reposition his hands before he would fall on top of Shikamaru.
Shikamaru was ready to move on. Taking Chouji out of his mouth, Shikamaru pulled off his shorts and then sat down, his back against the wall and his legs spread as he put a few of his fingers in his mouth and sucked them enough to get them wet. Chouji stepped back a foot and watched Shikamaru, waiting for a clue as to what was to come next. Shikamaru took his fingers and rubbed them against his lower entrance, slightly pushing them in and letting out a hiss as he continued to look at Chouji, who had now begun to understand. Chouji got down to his knees, scooting forward enough to be close enough so that he could help Shikamaru play with himself.
Chouji put two fingers in his mouth and removed Shikamaru's hand, replacing it with his, pushing his fingers into Shikamaru. Shikamaru wrapped his hand around his erection, touching it finally after so long of it crying for attention. He oozed with the pre-juices, and his body ached with pleasure as he pumped himself while Chouji fucked him with his fingers. Taking his fingers out, licking them again, and then putting them back into Shikamaru, Chouji was beginning to itch for a bigger entrance.
While Shikamaru was still wet, Chouji removed his fingers again and pumped himself a few times, getting himself for what he had been waiting for. Shikamaru had the slightest glimmer of fear in his eyes, but he didn't care if it hurt. If Chouji's fingers felt as good as they did, his dick had to have been better by a hundred percent. Chouji, still sitting on his legs, let go of himself long enough so that he could lift Shikamaru up. Chouji gripped Shikamaru's thighs as he lifted him up, his sweaty back making it easy for Shikamaru to slide up the wall those few inches. Chouji shifted himself further underneath Shikamaru, and then, slowly, he let him come down.
Shikamaru bit his lip as he felt Chouji press at his entrance, and then as he felt it rip inside of him, Shikamaru bit down hard on his lip, causing blood to run from the wound. The pain in his lip didn't mask the burning pain in his ass, however. His eyes were blinded by white-hot pain, his teeth still clamped down on his lip as the burning in his body didn't seem to want to fade. His muscles were, indeed, stretched to their limits, and judging by the pain, perhaps a bit over their limits. Chouji noticed the intense pain in his friend's face, and so, he just held Shikamaru still as he hoped he would get used to the pain soon.
In time, muscles relaxed and allowed the thickness to have a temporary home inside of the smaller boy. With the pain gone, and his lust once again raging through his veins, Shikamaru pumped himself as Chouji began his slow thrusts. Though still slightly awkward, the feeling of penetration quickly warmed itself on Shikamaru. What was a slight tickle at first, it now grew stronger and stronger with each pump that Shikamaru gave himself. Chouji, too, was amazed by the sensation soaring through him. With each barge and the tightness of his friend, Chouji was at a loss. Nothing could possibly be that wonderful, not even Korean Bar-B-Q gave him such pleasure.
Shikamaru knew he wouldn't last long, every move that Chouji would make inside him would seemingly push some unseeable button that boiled his seed, getting it ready for an eruption. No thoughts were going through either one of their heads. The only thing they were running on was instinct, a basic instinct that told them to fuck, fuck and not stop till they were crying with their climax.
Shikamaru could feel it coming as he furiously stroked himself, one of his hands clutching at Chouji's hand which was still holding onto his thigh. Noticing the hold on his hand, Chouji watched as Shikamaru face twisted upon his release. Shikamaru shot his seed out like someone who hadn't come in a week would have. It rose into the air, a heavy load, with some even getting on Chouji's chest. Things for Shikamaru had come to an end, but for Chouji, there were still a few good thrusts before he sent his seed into his friend.
Seeing Shikamaru's exhausted face, Chouji leaned forward and caught him in a hungry kiss, the taste of blood from Shikamaru's lip drenching Chouji's tongue. Swallowing the metallic taste, Chouji moved back as he felt his stomach begin to flutter. Shikamaru just watched Chouji as Chouji had watched him. Chouji's face cringed, and at the same time his thrusts stopped. Chouji didn't need to move his hips anymore as he felt his seed gush out. Shikamaru closed his eyes as he felt a warmth flood his insides. Chouji threw his head back as he neared the end of his finish, and once he was back to his senses, he slipped himself out of Shikamaru, letting the other boy sit on the ground as he stood up to stretch his legs, which had grown numb from his sitting on them.
Shikamaru couldn't move at first, he was still blown away from the feelings he had been giving. But, all it took was a pinch in the back of his head to know he had truly reached his limit. And true to his style, Shikamaru got up and dressed, leaving only after having finished just a minute ago. Chouji laid on the floor after Shikamaru left. For some reason, even more than before, he felt Shikamaru was acting strange. He had never really pictured Shikamaru letting him dominate, and even if he was tired and afraid his mother would discover him missing, Chouji was sure Shikamaru would stick around for more than a few seconds. The way he just left every time, it sickened Chouji to think of it, but what if Shikamaru saw nothing more than a piece of ass? Chouji's mind rewound to earlier that day. Shikamaru kissed him, and the kiss seemed so full of love that Chouji couldn't believe that all Shikamaru wanted was sex. No, there had to have been another explanation. Perhaps Shikamaru had his reasons, and Chouji didn't want to make the wrong assumption, and feel stupid later for thinking falsely of his best friend. Chouji let the thoughts slip from his mind, no longer wanting to worry over something he didn't have the full grasp of. Instead, letting his mind wonder, Chouji fell asleep on the floor, not even thinking of covering himself.
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Alright! I finished this chapter. This was really, really long. Like, 14 pages on. But, I like my stuff long. I hope you all like it, and after I update my Kiba/Kankuro story again, I'll update this one. I like to switch stories so I don't get bored. Well, until then... Adios!
Oh, did you catch the firefly foreshadowing? Hope you did, and didn't just scan to the smut, naughty bunch of Lazyies. Wonder what it could mean... hummmmm?
DarkHabit