Back to School

A/N: Here again! I'm taking a quick break to write a little, though not sure when I'm gonna update, we'll see in the end of the chapter, ne?

Tokyo-Princess: you poor thing :( because you were feeling ill, I decided to make you feel better (cos gosh, you've made me feel better and giddy so many times before) and write a full hour Shikamaru-special! ...though it might not take an hour to read, it sure does take one or few to write :D anyway, in this one, I'm going to have lots and lots of pure Shika-action! ...actually, more like Shika being inactive, cos that's what he does. Thanks for reviewing even when you were sick, and I believe that you're not being obsessive over him, just like I'm not obsessive about Sasuke and Naruto. ...cos I'm not. Really! :D

Kurai Kisu: you're my 69th reviewer on this story *gigglesnort* LOL can't remember anyone calling me a monkey before :P and come on, you know the desk is enjoying it xD the perverse little inanimate thing. And besides, it's not like they'd (the local authorities) believe you anyway, especially if you have that cat smile on your face *laughs maniacally* ...krhm. And I scare my family too, sometimes, but it's mainly when I start mumbling something about my reviewers and how I must concentrate so I can write a story that they can never read... and if Chouji in a dress traumatized you so, then you won't believe what I have in store for you in this chapter. ....go ahead, read it... I dare you. *kukuku*

ShikaChouFan4Life: YAY! You're back! :D It's okay, it's not a requirement to review, but it's so nice to hear from you again :P I was supposed to be busy too, but then I ended up writing again xD anyway, thanks for reviewing! And it's great to know that someone likes the Chouji & soap opera thing :D

Vibora: aaaw, thanks! It was so nice to read your review, even if it was a short one :P and I love the fact that you love this fic, I'll continue to try my best ^^

Blue: gosh! I feel so... special! *bows down* Not to worry, I'll keep on writing! Because, as I've stated before, this is my way of venting out my frustrations and I actually love doing this, even without any reviewers. I do this more for myself, but that doesn't mean I don't take you guys into consideration or that I don't appreciate each and every one of you :) thanks for the review, I still feel extra special! x)

spoon: I could mentally see Naruto going 'ramen or Sasuke, ramen or Sasuke, god dammit!' while writing it xP and I love a naughty Iruka too, he has his 'dark' side but he usually has to behave because of his students so it's nice for him to have a chance to let that side of him roam free :D I'll get to that Iruka-desk-Kakashi love triangle in the next chapter, I think o.O thanks for the review! ^^ and of course taking the time out to do it even when you write so much :o I don't seem to have time to read fics anymore cos I'm constantly either studying or thinking/writing this one :/

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Shikamaru was laying under a tree, on the grass, absently scratching the side of his neck where a mosquito probably just bit him, he was too lazy to check. For it would first require getting a mirror and for that he'd have to get up and for that he'd have to open his eyes, and he didn't even feel like yawning, it was too troublesome.

He had escaped Asuma, who had, as politely as he could, pointed out that Shikamaru hadn't been filling in his hours in the academy, one of the students claiming that he spent more time sleeping that assisting.

In other words, Asuma had caught him by his collar, raising him high enough that his toes left the ground, and told him that if he wanted to be able to sit ever again, he'd better be working his ass of, or Asuma would do it for him.

Shikamaru found this a rather crude way of handling things, which actually suited Asuma perfectly, and decided to find a new resting spot, needing some time to reflect on the message his sensei tried to convey to him.

And thus, the Nara was laying under a tree, in a secluded area, where no one could find him. ...except the damn bugs that wouldn't leave him alone. Not that he cared, he had hung around Shino enough to get his share of bugging (heh, a pun), and was quite used to it by now.

But there was one thing wrong with the picture, his skin was itching. And not just anywhere, oh no, cos then he could just scratch it, no, it had to be under his cast.

(No Shikamaru, don't open your eyes, if you ignore it, it will go away, you know this so just don't pay any attention to it. I know it itches, just don't scratch it, it will get worse and then your skin will bleed and then you're going to have to tell Chouji why the hell you were scratching-) ”Forget it!” He sat up, maybe a little too quick as the momentary woozyness informed him, and started violently scratching his left arm, or the part he could reach.

”God dammit, I don't care if he feels bad, I'm so going to make Chouji pay for this.” Giving up trying to reach the itch, Shikamaru's eyes happened to land on the small stream running through the small opening, a thought occuring to him.

He gazed the stream and his wrist calculatingly, thinking about the unhealed bones and then the satisfaction the scratching would bring. Shika was leaning more on just plunging his hand in the surely cool water, when he just happened to try to rotate his wrist.

A burning pain shot through his arm, reaching both his fingers and his shoulder, making it perfectly clear that the cast was not planning on coming off anytime soon. After successfully shrugging the lingering pain away, Shikamaru sighed. ”Too troublesome.” He then laid back, resting his head on the cool grass, ignoring the impulse to cut his hand off, he might still need it someday.

All was well again in Shika's small hideout, the urge to rake his nails over his left arm was subsiding and even the bird, that had been bothering him earlier, seemed to have either left or died, and Shikamaru preferred the latter. Come now, it was a big ass bird with an ugly voice, and the brunet was fairly sure it had been trying to lay a bomb on him.

But, as everything in his life, the peace had to be destroyed by none other than- ”Here you are, you lazy bum. Get your ass up or I'll hack it to pieces.”

(Why is everyone after my ass today?) ”Hello Temari.” Shika didn't even bother opening his eyes, it wasn't worth the trouble, it's not like she'd have a new haircut anyway. And probably still wears the same clothes, so you see, too much trouble for nothing.

The brunet felt a strong breeze of wind when, supposedly, Temari threw his fan down next to him. ”Have you been hiding here all day? I've been looking for you.”

Shikamaru shrugged, grunting as a response for there really wasn't anything fascinating to say to that. He felt a brush of clothing on his right arm as Temari sat down next to him.

”And I'm not the only one, even Chouji and that Sensei of yours were looking for you, asked me if I knew where you were.” (well, that's kind of stupid, why would she-) ”Which is rather stupid, as if I'd know. It's not like I have you tracked, which reminds me, they were planning on doing exactly that.”

Shika sighed, slightly opening his right eye to regard the girl from under his eyelid. ”Anything else to tell me that could ruin my day?”

Temari snorted, turning her head to look down at him. ”No, not really.” Shikamaru closed his eyes, content with the answer and planning to go back to his sleep-like-state, when Temari continued. ”Though that Naruto fellow and the guy, that you told me has iron pole stuck up his ass, were looking for you too, and that bastard was looking mighty pissed.”

Shikamaru's eyes popped open and he grimaced. ”I suppose you didn't happen to mention the whole iron pole thing to them?”

Temari let out a dry chuckle. ”Are you kidding? I had Gaara with me, of course I told him. You should've seen his face.”

”You're the only one I know that hides behind her little brother.” Temari rolled her eyes. ”I'm not hiding, I'm taking advance of his image.”

”And like that's any better.” Shika reluctantly sat up, slumping his shoulders. ”Getting back on topic, you don't piss off a pissed off Uchiha, it's just not good for you. Do you have any idea how much trouble you just caused me?”

Temari smirked. ”I have a vague idea. But not to worry, you're safe for now as Gaara and Naruto are spending some time bonding, I suppose it's a guy thing cos my little brother so nicely told me to scram.” She let out a wicked chuckle. ”He told that to the prick too, but he wasn't as cooperative.”

Shikamaru turned his head, his full attention now on the blond girl. ”And?”

Temari shrugged, still smirking. ”Oh, they were about to fight but then Naruto, the sweet boy he is, stopped them and I think he told the Uchiha to go home and wait for him, or at least that's how I understood it.” The amusement was clear on her face. ”It was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time, he's so whipped!”

Shikamaru groaned and ran his right palm over his face, for he knew exactly who was going to be the one listening them complain. ”Too troublesome...”

The blond gazed at the glittering water on the stream, and flecks of light ran over her skin. ”So, you gonna tell me about what happened to your arm or are we gonna ignore the whole thing?” She received a vague 'hmm'. (So we'll ignore it.)

They sat there, eyes cast forward, Temari trying to come up with something to talk about, Shikamaru trying to learn how to sleep with his eyes open.

The kunoichi gave up, letting her gaze roam freely over the surrounding area, stopping couple of times to follow a bird fly and to check out a peculiar cloud. Then she noticed something, or more the absense of it.

”Did you quit smoking?”

Shikamaru scowled at the ground and raised his left arm a little as a silent response. ”Chouji doesn't want me doing unhealthy things.” he elaborated, the stress on 'unhealthy'.

Temari blinked few times before letting out a chuckle. ”Man, I thought you two were more the type to have a deep and meaningful discussion about the issue, coming up with a solution that satisfies both parties and finish everything with an embrace.”

Shikamaru rolled his eyes, figuring that if anything, Temari's view of others was worth the energy used. He was about to tell her to do something involving the sand siblings and jumping off the Hokage monument, but didn't have the chance, not that it really was worth uttering.

”Now that we're on the topic, Gaara hugged me few days ago.” The brunet blinked his eyes, turning his head slowly to the side to regard the blond with his eyebrow arched high.

Temari nodded, more to herself than to assure Shika. ”Yeah, he came up to me and said that 'Naruto-kun thinks that with us being siblings, we should have more physical connection, and he suggested that we try embracing each other'.” She looked at Shikamaru, perplexed. ”I don't know what they talk about with Naruto, but everytime they do, he comes out even weirder than before.”

Shikamaru shrugged, turning back to stare at the stream with a bored expression, not showing her that he was intrigued.

”Anyways,” Temari continued, slightly miffed by the brunet's lack of interest. ”I hesitated a moment before opening my hands a little, showing him that it's fine by me, and then he carefully came closer, like the timid little boy he used to be, and embraced me.” He checked if Shika was still listening before going on. ”I think he also sniffed, probably smelling me. And then we broke apart, him going 'hmmm' and leaving and me standing there, trying to figure out my little brother.”

Shika exhaled, his migrane was coming back. No one made sense anymore, and he would've really needed the silence to organize his thoughts. He frowned as Temari stood up, dusting off her clothes.

Temari turned to Shikamaru, offering her hand and, after the brunet caught it, pulled him to his feet. ”Come on, you need to entertain me and I'm bored.”

Shikamaru snorted, stuffing his hands to his pockets and starting to trudge back towards the village center. ”Welcome to the club.”

Temari sighed, picking up his fan and following the so-called genius. ”If I didn't come find you, you would've stayed there the whole day.”

The brunet looked over his shoulder and responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ”Lucky me you came then.”

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Chouji walked along the street and rubbed his nose, annoyed at his best friend who had completely dumped him without a warning. ”He could've at least told me where he was going-”

”And ruin my chances of spending some alone time? Sure, sounds like a fool proof plan.” Chouji stopped, looking to his right, and saw the brunet he'd been looking for, lazily lounging on a bench.

”I've been looking all over for you!” Chouji exclaimed, sitting next to his teammate and glaring at him. Shikamaru just yawned, stretching his arms. ”So I've heard.”

They sat there quietly, Shikamaru admiring the clouds on the calm sky and Chouji decidedly not speaking until he got an apology.

Minutes passed, with Shika occasionally sighing in contentment and Chouji mumbling to himself, before he gave up. ”Fine! I'll talk, you don't have to go all out and grovel in my feet!” He earned a surprised look for his little outburst, but he really didn't feel like caring. Not until Shika absently scratched the skin near his cast.

”It itches?” His voice was filled with worry and a little bit of regret, all anger long forgotten.

Shika almost rolled his eyes, really, he got them half the way but then gave up. ”Would you stop feeling sorry for yourself, it's depressing. Not to mention troublesome.”

Chouji went completely silent, turning his face a little to avoid looking to his BFF's eyes. Shikamaru mentally sighed, he had sworn to pay it all back to Chouji, but seeing his teammate like that didn't feel very good. The brunet pondered about it for awhile and decided to try out an idea he got from Temari earlier.

He turned on the seat to face the other brunet and, his bored expression still on, asked ”You want a hug?”

Chouji froze and then snapped his head back to his side, check if he heard right and if Shika was serious. ”Do I want what?”

Shikamaru huffed, getting annoyed. ”A hug. I asked if you wanted a hug.” He paused for few second to wait for an answer before elaborating. ”Temari said we looked like the type.”

Chouji's eyes widened, backing up few inches before loudly voicing his response. ”HELL NO.”

Shikamaru shrugged, turning back to lean on the back rest and gaze at the clouds. ”Just thought I'd test it out.”

Chouji's eye twitched and he pulled his bag of chips open, making few of them fly out to the ground. (Hugging... Now who's been watching too much tv, huh?!)

When Chouji calmed down, he joined his friend in sitting perfectly still and saying nothing, it was their favorite hobby, or so it would seem. The chip-munching brunet just didn't have anything to say and Shikamaru usually didn't have anything he wanted to say.

After a long silence, Chouji's eyes suddenly brightened up. ”Oh yeah, I bumbed into Naruto and the Kazekage today.” Shikamaru groaned, not really looking forward to the prospect of having Naruto and Sasuke's marital problems to deal with.

Chouji completely ignored his best friend's obvious discomfort and continued with the story. ”So, me and Naruto were talking about food, as usual, when suddenly the Kazekage blurted out that he wanted to have some of my chips!” Shikamaru thought about rolling his eyes, but he had already done it today and he had a quota to follow.

Chouji was, again, ignoring his friend's expressions and kept on speaking. ”I know, it's outrageous, but it was the Kazekage so of course I had to give him some. Then, as I was trying to get back to explaining Naruto the wonders of barbeque sauce, the Kazekage interrupted us again, saying that he really liked the chips I had but never really got to eat them as they didn't have any of them in Suna.”

Shikamaru was trying to imagine Gaara saying that, with his impassive face, and almost asked Chouji if the redhead use his puppy eyes, but didn't want to give his friend any traumatizing mental images.

”So,” Chouji continued once again, ”I asked him why he didn't have them imported, cos he was the Kazekage and all, he could totally do it.” The brunet's face grew serious, borderline terrified. ”He had this sinister air around him afterwards and I just had to get away...”

Shikamaru frowned, wondering if it resembled in any way Temari's evil aura when she was PMS-ing.

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Naruto was biting his lip, scared of what was waiting for him behind the door and already feeling sorry for himself. (Man, he's gonna be so pissed, I just told him off in front of everybody, damn I really am an idiot...)

He carefully touched the door handle, instantly pulling his hand away as soon as it contacted with the cool metal. ”Well, not dead yet, suppose that's a good sign?” The blond touched the handle again, this time grabbing it and pushing it down, opening the heavy oak door.

It was still bright outside, so the sudden dimness inside made it hard to focus his eyes on anything, so he was already inside before Naruto noticed his dark haired teammate leaning on the wall opposite of the front door.

The blond stood there, not sure what to say, so he ended up imitating a goldfish, doing a mighty good job at it too.

Sasuke sighed. ”Close your mouth, you look like an idiot” (although that suits you perfectly.)

Naruto snapped his jaw up, regretting it instantly as he forgot to pull his tongue in, biting on it, hard. The Uchiha watched as his blond grimaced and touched his tongue to check for blood. In a sudden impulse, he walked over to the still whining shinobi.

Naruto noticed his advance and opened his mouth to ask for mercy, but was quickly cut off as his cheeks were covered with pale hands.

”I'll kiss it better.” Sasuke leaned in, capturing Naruto's lips with his own, quickly getting the blond to open up and locating the hurt muscle, pulling it into his own mouth and making it a mission to suck the life out of his victim, along with his best friend's tongue.

Naruto's knees bucked and he had to clasp Sasuke's shoulders just to keep himself in an upward position, which usually was exactly what he didn't have to do with the raven.

He faintly noted the fact that they were moving with Sasuke walking backwards, pulling him along, both of them refusing to break the contact. Just to make sure it didn't, Sasuke moved his other hand to tightly grasp the blond locks of hair, pressing their faces even closer if possible.

Suddenly they stopped and Naruto opened his eyes a little to register that they were at a table in the nearby hallway and that Sasuke was blindly rummaging through a drawer, but he didn't have the chance to see what it was thanks to a particularly strong suck from the raven's part that forced his eyes shut.

He heard the drawer being closed, using excessive force, and felt the edge of the table pressing to his spine as Sasuke nearly shoved him against it.

Naruto had already began to wonder if the Uchihas even needed oxygen when Sasuke finally pulled their mouths apart, a thin string of saliva lingering between their bruised lips. They were both breathing heavily, the blond leaning to the table behind him, collecting his thoughts.

”Sasuke... I'm sorry about the whole... go-home-and-wait-for-me thing, I didn't mean it like that-” Sasuke cut him off with continuing their fierce make out.

After making sure that the blond got his point, Sasuke pulled back again. ”It's okay.” He opened the orange jacket, taking a mental note to buy him some new clothes, and pushed it off the tan shoulder, letting it drop on the table's edge and eventually the floor. ”It actually turned me on.”

Naruto blinked his bright blue eyes, not sure what he just heard. Well, he heard it alright, but didn't believe the Uchiha had just said that. ”It what?”

As a response, Sasuke first took his shirt off and then Naruto's, throwing them somewhere on the floor, and turned the blond around, making him lean on the table. ”I said it turned me on, and I've been waiting here for an hour so just shut up.”

Naruto was about to give a half-assed retort when Sasuke rubbed his already erect member, making sure the blond stayed quiet. He then opened the black-and-orange trousers, pulling the boxers down with them.

The raven leaned his pale chest against the tan back, reaching Naruto's ear. ”Bend over.” The blond obeyed, leaning his hands firmly on the table, while Sasuke opened the button of his shorts, taking off the last of his clothing.

It was at that moment that Naruto realized what the man behind him had been looking for, lubed fingers pressing against his entrance and slipping in. He let out a small whimper, death-gripping the edge of the table.

The stretching fingers were soon replaced by Sasuke's cock, slowly getting past the entrance and beginning to slide in. Feeling the heavenly tightness surrounding him, Sasuke gripped the tan hips, leaning over to press his forehead on Naruto's shoulder. ”Fuuuuuck.”

Naruto had to constantly relax his muscles, Sasuke hadn't stretched him as much this time as he did before, so the start was kind of painful. But he knew it would soon subside and be replaced by immense pleasure.

When Sasuke was almost completely in, he pulled back and immediately thrusted in, setting up a moderately fast pace. He soon found the blond's sweet spot, making Naruto moan his name. (God I love that sound.)

Naruto started meeting the raven's thrusts, his nails cutting into the wood under the table. The moment they started, he knew Sasuke wouldn't last long, so he figured out he should make the best of the time he had.

The blond let go of the table with his other hand and arched his back so his head was leaning into the pale shoulder. He then grabbed a handful of the silky black hair, pulling himself a little closer so he could reach Sasuke's skin, and bit down.

The sharp pain Sasuke felt on the left side of his neck was the thing that drove him over the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic. The raven quickly grabbed Naruto's member, jerking him off.

He came, with Naruto following just seconds after, and not until they were coming down from their high that the blond let go of the pale neck, carefully licking the bright red mark he left there, making Sasuke shiver.

Naruto pulled the tan arms around him, leaning his head to the pale shoulder, looking at Sasuke's face. ”Figured you'd like biting, you damn pervert.” There was mirth in his voice, and the fact that it had felt so good was the only thing keeping Sasuke from throwing the blond out.

He pulled his now limp member out of Naruto, turning the blond around and lifting him up to sit on the table. Sasuke looked at the satisfied cerulean eyes, biting the inside of his cheek. ”So, you want to cuddle?”

Naruto blinked before chuckling. He was about to make fun of him, but when he saw the insecurity in the dark eyes, the blond opened his arms and motioned him to come closer.

Sasuke mentally sighed and gladly pressed their bodies together, wrapping his arms around the tan midsection and snuggling against the chest. Naruto put his arm around the pale shoulders and caressed Sasuke's hair with his other hand. (He's so darn cute and doesn't even know it.)

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A/N: finished with another chapter, and a long one at that! This one is dedicated to Tokyo-Princess, thus the extra Shikaness. Oh, and it wasn't that bad, was it Kurai Kisu? I kinda mislead you but just imagining your face was worth it xD oh, I'm ever so evil! Anyway, thanks for reading and review if you feel like it, I appreciate each and every one of them and you get the reply in the next chapter like always :) Ja!