Mind (Jutsu) Games

Chapter 5

Kakashi was amused as he made his way through the branches of the green giants surrounding Konoha gakure. The night before, he’d thought Azuma’s fears were groundless, but now he could see that they were remarkably well-founded, though he didn’t quite think it was the problem Azuma assumed it was. So, they liked each other. They were all of what, fourteen? Fifteen? He didn’t want to think about their age too hard, as he really didn’t want to think about his own, either.

He wasn’t – quite – thirty, but age was already starting to have it’s wicked way with him. Like a gymnast who had trained her entire life for a few brief years in the spotlight, only to retire before she hit twenty-five, his joints were starting to cause him problems. Years of abusing his body, micro fractures, strained tendons, ligaments and muscles, broken and never-quite-healed bones, and exhaustion were catching up to him. He knew the medicnins could probably help him, at least a bit, but then they’d be watching him like a hawk and at the first sign of strain, they’d put him on the injured list. Even if it was no more than a twisted ankle. With the rate he punished himself, he would probably be forcibly retired within the year. He’d seen it happen before, and he would not go that way.

As he continued along, silently pacing them twenty feet above, he thought about his mission, which technically concurred with their own, though they didn’t know it. Their job was to acquire an object – they did not know the package’s contents – and carry it to another village on the far side of Fire Country. His job was to capture at least one of the people who were after said object and bring them back for interrogation.

His secondary objective was to bring back intelligence on the young couple before him for their gossiping worrywart of a sensei. And, judging by the body language, there would be a reasonable amount to report, though nothing too incriminating for the teens.

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Shikamaru was a bit concerned. This mission was supposed to have been a simple courier job. Pick up and deliver, end of story. They’d already been attacked twice, and more than once he had sensed a murderous intent cut short by some unknown force. Ino was starting to show signs of wear on her nerves, snapping at him a little more often and needing more comforting than loving each night as they made camp. But, despite his worry, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of masculine pride each time she came to him for solace, which he was more than glad to provide. It meant, at least in his mind, that she trusted him to protect her, and she let down her walls when they were alone at night.

This evening had them nearly back to Konoha, and they once more camped for the night near the reservoir. They had run into Chouji and Kiba on their way out on a mission of their own, and they’d stayed for the evening meal. After dinner, Ino went off to scour their dishes in the water, but when she didn’t return after almost half an hour, he bid farewell to their teammate, who was only heading to the village on the far side of the river maybe five miles downstream and could easily make it before nightfall, and followed her trail.

He found her at the water’s edge, staring out as the sun moved ever closer to the horizon, it’s reflection in the water coming to meet it. He loved the way the light painted her pale features, washing her in it’s fiery shades. He honestly thought the only light which might be better suited to her beauty was moonlight, and that was coming soon.

She heard him coming and a smile lit her face even brighter than the setting sun as she turned to him. Settling in beside her, he quickly found that the words he’d been planning to say died on his tongue as she looked up at him through her lashes. Before he really even knew what he was doing, he had pulled her to him, crushing the soft petals that were her lips under his own. For some reason, he didn’t think it odd when things progressed farther than she’d ever allowed before in only a few short minutes.

Clothing was disappearing faster than the fading sunlight, and the pace of their kisses and caressing was frenzied, to say the least. The voice in her head was whispering suggestions which she would have balked at only a minute ago. Now, topless and kneeling in front of her boyfriend as he suckled her breasts, she felt only slightly awkward running a hand down to the bulge straining at the fabric of his pants.

He groaned, a noise she echoed as it vibrated through her flesh, then pulled back to look at her quizzically. “Something you wanted?”

Smiling, she pressed a little harder, rubbing against his cloth-hidden manhood. “I’d say you were the one wanting something,” she responded breathily.

He merely chuckled. “All in due time.” Then he went back to her breasts for the moment, though her continued stroking was making it difficult to think. He carefully untied her forehead protector, which she still wore around her waist for some odd reason, and set it aside, making sure he’d be able to find it later. Slowly, he began to unwind the strip of fabric covering her midriff, it actually being two pieces, and he hadn’t even gone below the top of her skirt… yet. A wicked idea formed in his head, and he scanned the scenery until he found what he was looking for. Slipping his fingers beneath her skirt, he inched it over her hips, then scooted back so she was no longer between his legs, stood and helped her up, leaving the skirt behind.

He kissed her once more before pulling back and looking her in the eye. “Do you trust me?” At her nod he smiled. He wasn’t turning back, now. Taking the bindings, he set them to a use only slightly different than the one she had intended. They were still binding her, but instead of covering her otherwise exposed stomach, they now held her wrists… to a fallen log. He swiftly knotted each piece of fabric around a branch on the dead tree, leaving her to bend over awkwardly or kneel. She opted for the second. But she had to wonder why he had tied her facing the log. What was he planning?

The sound of crushing leaves made her look down, and she saw Shikamaru reclining on his back, between her legs, looking for all the world as if he didn’t have a nearly naked girl above him, until he reached out a hand and gently caressed the sensitive skin on her stomach. She flinched at the ticklish touch and he smiled but did not stop, and she couldn’t make him with her hands tied. Now he was taking his time again, and every movement was as slow as he could make it. It was driving her crazy, and yet there was nothing she could do about it. With her arms at a slightly outward angle and her back bent, her breasts hung free, and he enjoyed seeing what he and gravity could do when they worked together.

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Kakashi froze on his perch in a tree near the edge of the forest. Unfortunately, he had positioned himself too well as he attempted to overhear any conversation which might occur, and now he was stuck in a tree while the inexperienced pair went at it not twenty yards away. He knew that if he moved, he’d only draw attention to himself, and so he tried to distract himself. But he found no reprieve in his books this night as the sounds floating up to him only served to fuel his admittedly perverted imagination. He tried his hardest not to watch the underage couple, but he also felt it his duty to protect them, as neither seemed to be paying enough attention to their surroundings.

He tried to think of every innocent thing he could, but none of them remained innocent for long. A field of flowers… Flowers… a bouquet… being given to a sexy woman, who invites you into her apartment and… No!

Kunai. Cold, sharp, hard steel… hard… argh!

Sakura. Innocent, demure little Sakura in Sasuke’s arms in the middle of the night as he… NO! Not thinking about that!

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After a bit, his fingers made their way to the edge of her bandages, but rather than removing them, he trailed across them, taking advantage of their rough texture, knowing instinctively that the sensation would heighten her pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed as he drew lazy circles across her hip, and she gasped when his fingers suddenly slipped to draw a line down the cleft in which lay her most private parts. Snapping her eyes back open, she locked her gaze with his as she felt his fingers slowly worming their way past her thin barrier of bandages.

She nearly balked, and she knew he would stop any time she asked him, but that voice in the back of her head was no longer simply whispering suggestions. It demanded that she surrender to his tender ministrations immediately and allow herself some pleasure in the process. She gave in and suddenly this new voice, which must have been cataloging every sexual encounter she had ever overheard, read of, or gossiped about for the entirety of her lifetime, took control.

Staring at him, she couldn’t help but blush as she nodded, and he smiled, wiggling his fingers to part her folds. Exploring her already wet womanhood blindly, he kept careful track of her reactions to each movement, categorizing them by location and action, finding what best pleased her and why, trying every combination he could think of, and storing all the information away for future reference.

After a while, he grew curious, and slipped a finger inside. The smooth muscled walls tightened around it and he grew even more hard imagining what it would feel like later, when something other than his phalanges entered her. He slowly pushed in and out of her, eventually adding a second finger and then a third, enjoying her gasps and moans but ignoring her pleas for him to go deeper. That would have to wait.

While that hand was busy, his other had not lain idle. Taking advantage of her distraction, his other hand was deftly removing the last of her clothing, leaving her with only her sandals on. Then, having laid her bare for his inspection, he thrust in a fourth finger for a moment before pulling his hand out of her entirely, trailing her lubricant across her skin, leaving a great deal of it in the darker blond hair which curled before him.

She had thrown her head back when the torturous pumping of his fingers had become too much to bear while trying to stare him down, but now she lowered her chin again, just in time to see him bring his hand to his mouth and begin sucking her juices from his forefinger. She couldn’t help but feel aroused as she watched him clean himself of her secretions, licking every drop off his skin, save for his middle finger. This he raised to her lips and, curious, she parted them, tasting herself on him.

Despite the odd taste, which she did not find pleasurable, though he obviously did, she moved in a half-instinctual fashion as she sucked his finger, stroking it with her tongue, cleaning every inch she could reach. When he pulled it away, she moved with it until his hand was too low to follow, and when she looked at him again, it was to see a smile before his attention returned to the apex of her legs.

The sun had long since set, leaving them in shadow, but there was enough ambivalent light to see passably well, and Ino grew more and more embarrassed with each passing moment as Shikamaru stared at her womanhood. Slowly, his hands came up to stroke her thighs, teasingly, so softly they almost weren’t touching at all, and she squirmed. His answering chuckle and murmur of “Troublesome girl,” were far more fond than she would have believed him capable of had she not heard it herself.

What Shikamaru was actually doing was matching up the places he had felt, and her responses, to the areas he could now see. As her attention was elsewhere and her eyes closed again, he slowly leaned forward, inching ever closer to the cause of her over-powering scent, and before she realized he was there, he licked her.

She jumped. Hastily, he pulled back just a bit so his face would not collide with her on her way down, but he immediately went back to exploring her sex in that unconventional method. “Shika! What are you…?”

He heard her outburst, but ignored it, especially as it trailed off when he found what he’d been searching for. Her clitoris responded to his gentlest touch, causing her to gasp, shudder, and finally lean against the log for support. Gently, he scrapped his teeth against it, then sealed his lips around the nub and began to suck. The half-strangled squeak she emitted informed him of his success and he immediately released the bundle of nerves to continue his investigation. After nosing and licking across her entrance several times, he finally thrust his tongue as far into her as he could reach, and from her reaction – something between a gasp and a squeal – he knew she enjoyed it.

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Kakashi had to wonder where the boy had heard about that maneuver. He, himself, hadn’t learned it until well after he came of age, and only then because his favorite author had begun publishing. Kids these days really were faced with more crap than he’d had to deal with, even if they only were around fifteen years younger. Once more, he felt old, and a quick glance at the duo below drove a stake of loneliness through his heart.

Sure, he had admirers, probably numbering in the dozens, if not more. But there was no one he felt comfortable enough around to actually let them into his life. He’d had more one-night-stands than he cared to count, and could get more any time it pleased him, but he knew it wasn’t pleasing him nearly as much as it had five, or even ten, years ago. But the chances of finding a girl who met all his requirements, including not attempting to deprive him of his precious porn, were slim to none. Ah, well.

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Bringing his hands back into play now, he attempted different combinations, trying to see what she enjoyed best. Though her responses were all positive, he quickly learned to gage the level of each gasp and moan, and was amused to discover that the thing she liked best, at least from what he’d attempted so far, was to have his fingers in her and his mouth on her clit. Granted, her reply to his unspoken question was not vocalized, but the slight shiver which started along her spine and gradually spread to encompass her entire body spoke volumes for her.

Had he been a normal boy, he might have thought she was cold and stopped then and there in an attempt to find her clothing or a blanket. But he knew that she was emanating more than enough heat to keep from feeling the effects of the night air. And he had overheard several of the older boys in the village bragging to each other of their various escapades. Being the quiet and reserved type had it’s advantages: people generally ignored you so long as you didn’t draw attention to yourself. He had never seen or heard a woman’s orgasm before, but he knew generally what to expect, though he also knew that the intensity of the orgasm differed with each woman and with each experience. But he couldn’t help being a little smug that he’d gotten her to this level of arousal on his first try.

When she stayed at the slightly shivery stage for several minutes, however, he realized that she didn’t know what was happening, and was trying to fight it. Carefully choosing his words, he spoke as clearly as he could, then latched back onto her clitoris as soon as he’d finished.

“Don’t fight it, Ino. Relax. Let yourself enjoy it. Let me do this for you.”

It felt like a dragon was coiled in the pit of her stomach, ready to spring. She fought it down time and again, but still it reared it head and tried to engulf her in it’s fire. The voice, which mostly controlled her actions at this point, wasn’t helping, and kept trying to distract her so the dragon could consume her. Shika’s words at first barely penetrated her inner battle, but after a moment, they sank in and she tried to relax. But it was hard. She knew something would happen if she didn’t fight it, but she didn’t know what, which was why she had to fight.

“Trust me, Ino. Relax.”

She did trust him, and he sounded so confident… Slowly, she forced herself to loosen up, letting go of her carefully held control. Not ten seconds later, as one hand held her folds spread wide, the other filled the hole he wished his own sex occupied and he lowered his face only enough to blow a cool stream of air across her slick, rosy flesh, the dragon sprang, and she rode a crest of passion for what seemed like an eternity before the world went black.

Shikamaru grinned, continuing his ministrations as her back arched and her gasp – almost a scream, it was so loud – froze after a moment. Carefully, he pulled away, still pumping her with his fingers, and as she blacked out, he was glad he had thought to secure her.

She merely slumped, sitting on his bare chest, coating it liberally with her fluids, but he didn’t mind, chuckling slightly as he pulled his fingers out and admired her. Her skin was flushed, her breath came in short pants, and her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat. Experimentally, he strained upward and gave her a lick; the saltiness on his tongue made him tighten uncomfortably and he almost regretted it. Almost. But she tasted too good for regret to last for long. He merely settled into his standard cloud-watching pose, hands behind his head, and watched her. This was definitely better than staring at clouds.

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Kakashi had to hand it to him, the boy was a genius, though he had Ino pegged as a screamer from the first time he’d met her. Or would have, if he thought of kids that way. Why did I agree to this mission? Oh, yeah, because it was this or an assassination.

It was hard enough to control his thoughts when they had made out fully clothed and in proper positions. But this… he shook his head, still fighting to keep his mind out of the gutter. More innocent things. What’s innocent? Babies are innocent… though nine months prior, they’re anything but!

Bunnies. Cute, fluffy bunnies with big, wet eyes… going at it like rabbits.

He knew it was no use, though he did get some amusement in how quickly all these things went dirty with the expertise of his mental hands, and it was that amusement that kept his attention until the noises started up again.

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My thanks to ArcaneDesires for her assistance with italics. Hopefully, they'll work, and I can go back and edit earlier chapters. (Don't worry, this won't affect my posting schedule.)
Another review I got since posting last time had me just tickled pink. In response to Ani Rayne, I'm so glad! Not to say that I don't like Shika/Temari, but I've been a Shika/Ino fan since I first started watching fansubs and reading scanslations all those years ago.
How long ago, I hear the unasked question? Well, I can't remember the measurement in years, but suffice it to say that a friend of mine went to a con the next summer dressed as Naruto (her costume was amazing by the way - our whole group is a little anal-retentive when it comes to the details of our cosplay) and no one recognized the character! I kid you not.
It never ceases to amaze me how much this fandom has grown, and I'm so happy to have this great thing in common with all of you.
And yes, this is my favorite pairing, despite the fact that this is my only Shika/Ino centric story (at least for now, since I always have dozens of ideas floating around in my head) and I have several for other pairings. Maybe it's because it's my favorite that I haven't written more...
Sorry, the inner musings will continue without posting them, but now it's time to bid you all adieu until the next chapter. I hope you enjoy and, as always, let me know if you have any questions, comments, or solutions to problems (either ones I've mentioned, or ones I haven't noticed). Thanks much!
Have a great day, and good reading!

Crimson Iris