Title: Strategy
Author: desolate butterfly
Genre: humour, smut
Pairing: NaruShika, implied ShikaIno
Rating: M
Summary: Playing Shogi with Naruto is always an experience.

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"This game sucks," Naruto sighed as Shikamaru took another one of his pieces on the board. He kicked his feet restlessly against the porch step and watched Shikamaru pocket the glossy black stone with an annoyed pout.

Shikamaru only rolled his eyes and made a disgusted sound.

"Tch. It only sucks because you aren't paying attention to where you're moving your pieces," he explained. "You have to remember to consider the whole board, not just the small movement you're making. Think a little and you'll play better."

"I am thinking!" Naruto shot back. "But your cheating is getting on my nerves, that's all."

Shikamaru leaned back against the step, hands behind his head. The mesh he was wearing stretched and flexed around the skin of his chest as he moved.

"I don't have to cheat to beat you," he said, blandly, peering up at the sky which was, unfortunately, cloudless. "Geez...you'd think someone who'd made it to Chuunin status would know a little bit about strategy."

Naruto's eyes narrowed as he took in Shikamaru's prone state.

"Strategy eh?" he muttered, then climbed across the Shogi board into Shikamaru's lap and began to fasten his lips to any patch of uncovered skin open to him.

Shikamaru allowed this with the same lazy indulgence he allowed any touch. Usually it felt good and he didn't have to do any work with Naruto like he did when he was with Ino, who expected him to do a variety of things that exhausted Shikamaru just to think about.

Naruto would grasp and suckle and rub all on his own steam until they both had some form of satisfaction, and wasn't opposed to taking a nap afterwards, so that was fine with Shikamaru.

He was a bit surprised, however, when Naruto's groping hands suddenly left his hips and the blond was easing back to his position on the step as soon as he'd elicted a positive response from Shikamaru's body. The brown-haired boy blinked curiously at him as he tried to catch his breath.

"What was that for?"

Naruto grinned and held up his right fist, in which all his captured shogi pieces were now nestled.

"Strategy," he crowed, snapping them back down on the board with a triumphant smile.

Shikamaru didn't even bother telling him that was against the rules. He just held him with his shadow jutsu and took back the pieces, then made him jerk himself off right there on the step.

It wasn't much of a punishment, considering that Shikamaru had to perform the exact same action, and the blond looked like he was enjoying himself anyway, but Shikamaru figured that wasn't the point.

It took Naruto two orgasms and one mirrored sixty-nine position later to remind him that Shikamaru was a strategist as well.

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fin.

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