Log: Complete

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When; Sept 30, last day of Grab-bag curses. Yes, I know it's late, gomen...
Rating; NC-17 baby!
Characters; Nara Shikamaru, Akimichi Chouji
Summary; A genderswapped Shika asks Chouji over to the apartment to discuss what to do about Ino. Add in a little alcohol and things get a bit carried away.
Log; Shika sighed, leaning against the wall of the empty apartment. Well, it wasn't totally empty. He'd moved some basic furniture in that he'd gotten from who-knows-where, but that was it. And the lazy shinobi refused to mention exactly WHERE he'd gotten it from. Either way, the apartment nextdoor to the Hyuugas had so-far been nothing but his own private hell. He rested his head against the wall, ignoring the fact that his body felt strangely off-balance in it's new female form, and lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a swig. He grimaced slightly, scowling at it. Shikamaru wasn't really one for drinking, not after the multitude of times he'd had to drag his inebriated father home at night. But right now, he couldn't think of much better to do then get a good dose of alcohol into his system. He thought he'd probably need it.
As Chouji knocked on the door of the semi-abandoned apartment, a wave of dread flooded over him. What was it gonna be that Shika had called him over to talk about? How could it help Ino-chan come home, was the main concern... but the not the most present one. Right now, he had to work up the courage to walk back into that place.. the place that had started [and ended] it for them in this new city... and would hopefully fix it, as well.
"It's open, Chouji."
Shika downed the rest of the bottle and tossed it aside into the small heap of empties already occupying the space around the trashcan before rummaging in the fridge and pulling out another, pulling off the cap and taking a gulp.
Chouji opened the door, and almost wanted to close it right back in his own face.
This wasn't Shika...
Empty bottles were strown across the floor, take-out boxes piled up to the arm of the chair he had been sitting in. And, as Shika walked in, reeking of alcohol, Chouji was taken back again. Not because of the drinking, but because of how stunning Shika looked as a member of the fairer sex. But that was neither here nor there. That's not the reason he had come over, nor did he intend to make it that way. Shoving a stack of pizza boxes away, Chouji took a spot on the new couch, and tried his best to become comfortable.
"Um... Shika... do you have any more of those?"
Shika's answer was a simply grunt and a cold bottle hefted Chouji's way, making a graceful arc through the air towards him.
Chouji grabbed at, and fumbled to cold bottle a bit, before finally getting it open and taking a drink from it. He hadn't necessarily been a fan of alcohol, nor particularly against it, either. But for some reason, it felt like it may make the coming conversation a bit easier.
Shika watched Chouji out of the corner of his eye as he sipped his beer, not wanting to be the one to start what was likely going to be a difficult conversation. But he HAD been the one who had called Chouji over here, so it was only fair. He sighed, running a hand through slightly-unkempt brown hair. Might as well get it over with.
"Na...Chouji..."
He paused, collecting his thoughts.
"Look, we need to get Ino to come back."
Chouji looked down into his drink, swirled it a little, and then attempted to look Shika back up in the eyes.
"Mmm. I miss her, Shika... h-how do you think we could get her to come back?"
Shika flinched at Chouji's words. THAT was the part that he didn't want to broach. Ino felt that her being there was driving a wedge between the two of them, and Shika had to admit that he was afraid of that as well. But what could he do, now that Chouji undoubtably knew how HE felt about Ino, as well? He scratched the back of his head absently.
"You know why Ino left, Chouji?"
He could see the strain his words had put on Shika, and flinched in recoil. He had a vague idea of why -- Shizune had helped him with that-- but, he wanted to hear Shika's side of it as well. You know... just to make sure.
"No... because she doesnt like us any more?"
Shika shook his head, still avoiding direct eye contact. This was probably the hardest thing. As much as he wanted to keep his feelings from Chouji, doing that would only perpetuate the problem.
"No...she left because she's afraid that she's going to break up OUR friendship. You and I, that is."
Even if he knew thats what was coming.... it still kind of hurt. As Shika's words left his lips, Chouji finished off the last of the bottle, and joined Shika in throwing them to the floor. Walking to the fridge to grab another, Chouji attempted to continue to conversation.
"Why would she think that? We are [or were] InoShikaChou, right?"
Shikamaru visibly flinched. Running a hand through his loosening ponytail, he managed a weak smile at Chouji.
I can't do it...I can't tell him that we're in love with the same girl...
"Yeah...we are. I guess....she must have thought that the two of us were competing for her, or something. Since she knows how you feel. And....considering what happened the other night..."
Chouji scratched his head as he flicked the top off of the drink, and sat back down on the couch across from Shika.
"Well, I guess she could think that... but... i dunno. It never really seemed that way to me. Are we competing?"
Shika nearly choked on his beer. He coughed slightly, wiping his mouth.
"N..no! Of course not... I mean, you're the one that loves Ino, right?"
Chouji took another deep swig, and leaned back, throwing an arm over the back of the couch.
"Well, yeah, I think I do. But... I mean..."---another bottle finished---"... she's always been there, for the both of us. I wouldn't blame you at all if you did too."
He almost regretted saying that... this was the only time something in the romance department had gone even remotely correctly for him, and here he was, practically throwing it to his friend. But then again... Shika was his best friend.
Shika smiled slightly and shook his head.
"Chou, you know I wouldn't steal a girl from you. Besides, you know what I think of girls. They're just trouble..."
He didn't use the nickname that often anymore, not since they were kids, but for some reason it just seemed to roll off his tongue easily.
Chouji's mouth scrunched up in the corner. Of course he wouldn't steal the girl... but...
"Shika, DO you love Ino?"
A puzzled look crossed over his face... is THAT why Ino was so afraid to come back? Had she seen something that even he had failed to?
Shika opened his mouth for a moment, then closed it and looked away, expression troubled. He didn't have to answer. His silence did it for him.
Chouji looked down, then stood up again, walking to the kitchen, dropping the empty in the still-growing pile.
"Want another?"
He reached in, and without waiting for an answer, grabbed two. He dropped one into Shika's lap, and took his spot again.
Chouji fidgeted with it for a moment, trying to keep his hands busy while he tried to think of something to say.
"D-do you think that that's gonna be a problem if she does decide to come back?"
He didn't want it to be... he wanted his best friend, most of all. He'd let him have the girl...
"Thanks."
He popped the top off and took a long swig. He straightened up, swaying slightly on his feet as he muttered to himself.
"Damned female body...my balance is all off.."
Shaking his head, he smiled at Chouji.
"No, it won't be. Don't worry. I'm not gonna get in your way, Chouji. You deserve a chance like this. You're one of the kindest guys I know, and a lot of people don't see that. Ino does. She sees the real you. Take that chance, Chouji."
Chouji was now confused. Sure, he liked that answer. It's what he wanted from the start... to have Ino love him. But now that he knew Shika's feeling for her... it kind of hurt to hear him say that.
"But what about you? I don't wa-"
Shika nodded slightly.
"I know... If I was a more motivated person, maybe I'd feel differently about the situation. But....I doubt that, under normal circumstances, Ino would want to be with BOTH of us, Chouji. So that means one of us has to back off. And I guess, in a way, you beat me to the goal."
He smirked slightly at Chouji and drained the rest of his beer, tossing the bottle over towards the corner in a somewhat lopsided arc.
"Not often I get beat by someone else in anything. Congrats. Anyway, the important thing right now isn't whether you love her, or I love her. It's getting her back. With US. Where she belongs."
Chouji finally cracked a smile for the first time since entering the apartment.
"Shika, " he began, while fumbling for another beer, " you really are a great friend. Thanks. But you're right. That's not what we're here to talk about tonight... tonight's about Ino. And how to bring her back."
Shika nodded, raising one eyebrow in a slightly drunken version of a smile. Finishing off his beer, he tossed the bottle towards the corner. However, the alcohol in his system was affecting his aim and the glass vessel smashed against the wall to shatter, the pieces sliding down into a pile. Shika glanced over at it, cheeks reddened, and studied the wall before he giggled. ....Giggled.....
Chouji cringed a little as he heard the bottle shatter on the wall, but couldn't help to join Shika in a laugh. It was kinda funny... the two friends, sitting, drinking, talking about girl problems... how had this not happened sooner? Starting on yet another bottle, Chouji repositioned himself on the couch.
"So, ah.. where'd they say Ino was again?"
Shika frowned, making his way over to the kitchen and rummaging in the fridge.
"I think she's with that Greed guy. You know, the one that fucks everything with legs? At that temple where I was talking about before."
Closing the door, Shika turned around and leaned against it, elbows pressed against the cold metal of the door. Whether he knew it or not, while his positioning would have meant nothing in his normal state, it only served to draw attention to...certain areas..in this female form.
"Wait she's with Greed? Why'd she g--"
Chouji's eyes drifted for a moment, as did his train of thought
"--oh, sorry. Why'd she go with him?"
Despite his apology, the second he finished his though, his eyes fell back down to... a spot which normally wouldn't draw too much attention. Blushing, Chouji finished off his drink and called [more like stuttered] out to his friend for another.
Shika narrowed his eyes slightly, then reached behind him in the fridge for another beer, tossing it somewhat crookedly to Chouji before resuming his leaning against the door. Following Chouji's line of sight, he glanced down, studying the very things that had captured his friend's gaze.
"Not too bad, huh? I think they're bigger then Ino's. Whatcha think?" He pulled open the overshirt and turned slightly from side to side, as if to give Chouji a better view. "They're actually not so bad once you get used to not seeing your shoes."
Chouji wasn't really sure how to respond to that. He really didn't want to stare, but... he kind of felt like he needed to. It was strange. "Y-yeah, they're really nice, Shika...erm, could, uh... you know..."
Shika frowned, one eyebrow raised slightly.
"Can I what? Oh, you wanna better look? That's easy enough."
Before Chouji could do much of anything, Shika shucked off the overshirt, leaving him (well, HER for the moment) clad in only the mesh shirt that he always wore. Which did little, if anything, to conceal the newest "additions" to his frame. He chugged down part of another beer, wiping his mouth with a forearm and sauntering a bit closer to Chouji.
"Ne, you know you're not bad in the sack. I mean, if I was into guys, which I'm not, I'd SO be chasing you around."
Though it was likely the alcohol talking, it certainly didn't help matters that Shika made a VERY nice speciman of femeninity.
At this point, Chouji was dying. His best friend had grown breasts lierally overnight, and now, of all places, they were being waved in his face.
"Shika... c'mon..."
Chouji tried to move back a bit, if only to take another drink from the now-emptied umpteenth bottle.
Shika swayed on his feet, expression irritable. The alcohol was definitely hitting him hard, likely due to the fact that his female form was significantly lighter in weight and therefore tolerance.
"Quit movin' so much, Chou-chan....I can' see you..."
He clumsily laced his fingers together into what looked as though it was supposed to be a seal, and mumbled something that was likely supposed to be "Kage Kubishibari no Jutsu". However, with the alcohol muddling his thoughts, it didn't come out that well. And, understandably, nothing much happened. Shika glanced at his hands as if perplexed.
"Whazzat? It din' work?"
"C'mon, now... you know this isn't why I came up here." Chouji let out, standing up and walking over the fridge. Grabbing two more [knowing full well Shika had had far more than enough], he walked back to the couch, and opened both of them. In this state, Shika was more than harmless. "But, you know... I... I, uh, kinda enjoyed it too. In the apartment, with you.
And Ino! Expecially with Ino. I mean, I'm not into guys or anything..."
Shika made a noise that was somewhere between a grunt and a hmph, and stumbled foreward to grab one of the beers from Chouji, downing the entire thing before his friend could do much of anything about it. "..course you enjoyed it....'sok, I'm not into guys either..." He tossed the bottle aside and, before Chouji could do anything, sat down on his lap, legs
straddling the Akimichi boy's hips, hands against the back of the couch on either side of Chouji's head. He smiled, a very girly smile that fit his "new" persona quite well, before leaning in and touching his nose to Chouji's. "But 'f I was....t'd be fer you..."
Chouji leaned away from Sheka [get it?]. His breath reeked of alcohol, and he really wasn't sure what to expect next from him. He HAD just tried to bind him to the couch (thats kinda what it sounded like, anyways), and as much as he enjoyed it, he knew it was a guy under there. His best friend. "Shika... what's Ino gonna say? You still want her to come back, dont you?"
Shika pouted, the expression much cuter on his currently-female face then a pout normally was on Shika's face. "Yeah, but she wants us to get along, right?" You couldn't flout his logic, to be honest. Ino DID want the two of them to remain close friends and not fight over her.
Chouji sighed heavily. "I dont think this's what she meant, Shika, and you know that." Chouji finished another bottle, and thought about getting up to get another. But... this wasnt such a bad spot. Chouji leaned his head back on the couch, and sighed again, resting a hand on Shika's side. This is why this hadn't happened before.
Shika frowned, placing his hand over Chouji's. It was a bit strange, given how much smaller and more delicate his hand now was. "How do YOU know? She seemed to enjoy the other night, when it was both of us together. She even enjoyed the parts where she was watching. So how can you say for sure that this wouldn't make her happy?"
Chouji squirmed. Even drunk, he was as analytical as ever, and it was just pushing him further and further into a corner.
"Well, I guess... you're right. I mean, and you're a girl right now, so, I mean, its ok... right?" Another beer suddently sounded very nice.
Shika's answer was to lean even closer to Chouji and press his lips against those of his friend.
Tastes like beer. But.. not that bad. Her lips were soft, but she was kissing remarkably hard, leaning her entire body into it. Still a bit unsure about how to react, he nervously put his other hand to her other hip, and did his best to kiss back.
Shika didn't waste the chance and used Chouji's momentary hesitation to slip her tongue between his lips and deepen the kiss. Hands slipped off of the back of the couch and to his shoulders, drawing the two of them closer as Shika readjusted "her" position in Chouji's lap.
Not bad at all, really... thought to himself as his tongue glided against "hers". Firming his grip on her hip bone, Chouji quickly stood up, and walked her forcefully into the wall, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
Shika let out a momentary squeak of surprised as Chouji took over, but quickly relaxed into the motions as her back hit the wall, Chouji's weight holding her in place. Tightening her grip on Chouji's neck, she grinned against his mouth and tightened her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against his as her tongue caressed his. No, this wasn't really that
bad. And it was definitely easier while "she" was a girl, to accept that she wanted this.
Shika's breath hot on his neck, Chouji's hand slid up her side, following the curves to her neck, and up to the back of her hair before balling a fist, and pulling down, exposing her neck before him.
She whimpered slightly as she felt his hands sliding up her side, caressing the curves he found there. A little gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hands tangle in her hair and pull her head back, leaving her throat bare to his gaze.
Holding her head in place, Chouji slowly moved in, dragging his tongue from her throat, around the side and up to her ear, before moving back to bite down on her exposed neck, tugging her hair down a bit harder.
She bit back a low moan as his tongue slid across skin that had been heated to sensitivity, the moan strangling off into a whimper as his teeth found her neck. She'd never seen Chouji act this way. Even the last time, when it had been the three of them, it was Shika who was the aggressive one, who was the leader. Now, with Chouji taking charge, she couldn't help but be surprised at it. Not to mention surprised at how much the thought aroused her.
Shika's sighs and moans where doing very little to discourage Chouji from his chosen course of action, and honestly, there was little that could. He enjoyed being in charge, having someone else follow his lead for change. Her warm body pressed hard against him, Chouji let a hand fall down her back, over the small, and over the bottom of her thighs, lifting the leg
back to, bent at the knee at his side as he pushed her forcefully back into the wall.
Shika let her head lean back and rest against the wall, feeling Chouji press her even tighter between himself and the flat surface. Her hands loosened from their place around his neck and fisted themselves in the material at the back of his shoulders, tugging up on it. She wanted that shirt off...
Helping her out, Chouji pulled his arms out of his shirt, keeping Shika pressed between himself and the wall as his clothes began to come off. As soon as his top had hit the floor, he began working again on Shika, sliding the fishnet stocking off of her shoulders.
Pushing back against him slightly, she slipped her arms out of the dark green mesh, pulling the garment over her head and tossing it aside before she pressed her torso to Chouji's again, sucking one of his earlobes into her mouth and nibbling on it as her hands traced across his chest and over his shoulders.
Chouji breathed out heavily, and jerked his head away from Shika, taking her shoulders firmly and walking her back into the couch, pushing her into the back as firmly as he could muster, before kneeling over her, and kissing her hard, burying her head into the cushion.
Under different circumstances, she might have fought back for control. But the couch was comfortable, there was a lot of alcohol in her system, and Chouji's kiss was oh-so-intoxicating. So instead, she just wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked, pulling the other shinobi down on top of her as she tangled hands into his honey-brown hair.
Chouji, careful not to break the kiss as his tongue slid between Shika's soft, sweet lips, threw a leg over the reclining nin, and moved his had gently from her hair, down her cheek, over her heaving breasts, down her flat stomach, and ending on her thigh as he hooked a thumb into the hip of her pants.
She wound her tongue around his, arching her back and pressing her hips against his. Shika could feel his arousal press against her, sending another wave of heated sparks through her alcohol-hazed mind as she let one hand trail down his back to pull him closer against her, fingertips dancing patterns across skin as the hand slipped between them and a pair of nimble fingers began toying with the button on the front of his pants.
His other hand joined with the first in its task, tugging Shika's pants down around her ankles, before she squirmed her way out of them, laying completely nude, exposed to the Akimichi. He bit down softly on the Shadow-nin's bottom lips, and tugged gently before resuming their kiss, as the Chouji's pants came closer and closer to being removed.
Letting out a whimpering moan, she continued fumbling at the button, which continued to elude her grasp. Drawing dark brows together in a frown, she grasped the fabric on either side of the button and simply yanked. With a ripping sound, the button popped off, the seam ripped slightly, and she smiled in satisfaction as she was able to finally slide her hand down the
front of them. Fingers groped for a moment before finding and wrapping around their goal.
Chouji let out a low moan as Shika's long fingers wrapped around his arrousal. He moved his hips against hers, her hand caught between to two as Chouji slipped a hand down as well, stroking gently against Shika's warmth.
Her low chuckle at his reaction was smothered in the catch of her breath and the moan that she bit back as she felt his fingertips pressing against soft skin. Her hand wrapped around him spasmed slightly in response before falling back into the easy stroking rhythm that he seemed to enjoy. She arched her back, pushing against his hand with a whimpered gasp of his
name. "Ch...Chouji...."
"Ch...Chouji...." Hearing his name uttered in that manner, falling from the lips of such a beautiful woman, pressed him further into action. His breathing slow and deep, not unlike the motion of Shika's hand on Chouji's skin, he slid two fingers into her garden, feeling it contract, and grab for more as she rocked her hips into and against him.
She felt her muscles tense as his fingers invaded her most private place, a whimpering moan drowning out all other sounds that broke from her lips. More. She wanted more. Bucking her hips against his hand, she bit her lip in silent plea, dark eyes seeking his as her other hand pushed at the waistband of his pants, trying to get the last barrier out of the way.
As soon as his eyes locked with hers, he could feel even more what she wanted. What she needed. And without a though, his free hand tugging off his pants, revealing his naked form fully as he pressed further against and into Shika's quivering frame.
Teeth bit down on his shoulder, trembling arms wrapped tightly around his torso as she felt him push into her, whimpering slightly as she felt herself stretched and filled. It was an unusual feeling, far different then feeling that hot warmth all around oneself. She moaned, wrapping long legs around his waist and pulling him closer, feeling him slide even further into her. Breathing hard, she tightened her grip on his torso, nails digging into his back.
Chouji sighed heavily at the feeling of the wet warmth surrounding himself, pushing further in, hands fimly below the small of Shika's back. As nails dug into his back, he took it as a spur, quickening his pace and deepening the thrusts, filling Shika as their hips clashed against one anothers.
She arched her back, nails biting into his skin as she threw her head back, dark hair splayed across the cushions. She rocked her hips in time with Chouji's thrusts, each motion pushing her into the cushions and driving a little cry from between her lips as she tightened her legs around him, trying to draw him closer, deeper with each drive he took into her. "Ch..Chouji...d..don't...st..st..stop...."
Chouji wrapped two arms around Shika's back, and locked his hands together as he continued his streadied motion into her. Hands locked, seals were formed, as 4 words where whispered, almost to the point of a growl, 'Bubun Baika no Jutsu.' He could feel himself grow, as could Shika he was sure. He motions became a bit more labored, taking more effort to put the same speed and motion into it, but for once, more work wasn't something too troublesome.
Her head snapped back with a strangled scream that may have been his name as her nails raked down his back. Oh god, that was unexpected. She whimpered as she felt herself stretched even more tightly, every nerve-ending on fire and shockwaves licking down her spine with every motion from Chouji. She panted, trying to keep her whits somewhat about her, though it was a losing battle. "Ch..Chouji...please...."
Chouji's motion slowed as he cancelled the technique, but, not quite done with her, leapt his hands back into her black hair, and pulled back once again, holding her in place as he bit down on her neck, the motion, the rhythm building back up, back to it's previous frequency.
The sensation of his teeth on her neck proved to be too much for her. She arched her back and screamed his name as her muscles tightened convulsivly around him, nails digging bloody scrapes down his back as the stars exploded behind her eyes and the world went white.
As Shika let out a scream, Chouji could feel her muscles tighten around him, giving him the final push towards where he was heading as he released, a moan escaping his lips as he slowed, before laying completely down, exhausted.
As the colours bled back into her world, her hazy mind was aware not only of the warm and sated feeling that suffused her, but of the comfortable warmth that lay on top of her. With a murmured sigh, she nuzzled her face into the crook of his shoulder. "Mmm...Chou-kun..?"
The hand that had just moments before pulled her hair now petted it as she rested her head into Chouji's shoulder. Sliding an arm under her back, he rolled over, letting her slight frame rest upon his own heavier one. "Mmmm?"
She laid her cheek against his chest, eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion. "That was....nice. Was it...as good as...with Ino-chan?" She snuggled into his warmth, seeming like any other normal girl after this manner of activity.
Holding her close, he rested his chin on top of her head as her breathing slowed, falling asleep. He wasnt gonna say anything contrary to what she wanted to hear, whether to it was the truth or not. "Mhmm, maybe even a little better." Chouji smiled, and closed his eyes as well.
As Chouji closed his eyes, the clock on the wall began to chime. There was a shifting of weight, a change in the shape and size of the figure who lay on top of him, and as quickly as it started it was over. Shika was back to his normal self, lanky form still curled up against Chouji's larger one, loose hair tumbling over his shoulders as he slept against his best friend's chest.
He could feel Shika change back into his regular self. And normally... normally he'd kick and flail and protest if something
like this were to happen. And no doubt Shika would as well. But... he was tired now. And Shika was asleep. Whatever the problem was, it could wait until the morning. Or, when the hangovers went away, at the very least.