Beetle Juice

From the Lithe-Fider expanded Aburame Clan, as seen in the fics from FF.net Aburame Ichizoku, Filling in the Emptiness, and Fever. (My FF.net account can be seen here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/156269/ ) I have created many OC’s to populate the Aburame clan, and all are distinct in personalities and abilities. If you have not seen it, the drawn/colored character sheets for them are here on my Deviantart account (cut'n'paste):
www.deviantart.com/view/31411557/
www.deviantart.com/view/34845078/

This takes place during the Naruto timeskip, so Tsunade is Hokage, and Shino would be about 14ish.


And if insects gross you out, this isn’t a fic for you. (Then again, why are you reading an Aburame fic if they do? X3 haha )


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Beetle Juice

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PART 1

It was nearing the end of June, and the hot month of July was on the horizon for the Fire Country. Missions during this time were especially difficult. The lucky shinobi got sent on missions with friends or loved ones. The sociable company was a welcome distraction from the heat and biting insects.

No one could fathom why ‘those crazy Aburames’ still could stand wearing their large, high-collared coats even in the hot months. Did they not risk heat stroke? Were they not dying under that thick armor of fabric and buttons? Was the vibrating of a million little insects crawling about inside their bodies not enough to drive them crazy in the high temperatures of summer? One definitely wondered.

At the very least, they were not being attacked by all the gnats or mosquitoes. They told them not to, of course. It’s a benefit of being able to communicate with insects. Their envious shinobi companions, on missions through the swamps of the Grass Country bating away clouds of noseeums and horse flies, would strike glares at them; what little skin of them showing completely untouched by a single bug bite.

Such as it was on a usual mission to the Grass Country. Aburame Shibi, leader of the Aburame clan, dashed through the fields silently alongside his wife, Aburame Kaho, both of them at the back of their group of six Konoha shinobi.
The mission had all gone well, now it was just the trip home that needed to be surpassed.

Their trip back took them through tall grassy fields, the rims of rice patties, thick forests, and fruit orchids in bloom. As they passed through one valley of orchids near the edge of the Grass Country/Fire Country, everyone became aware of an unnatural, misty fog that hung over the basin.

“They must be spraying for insects, don’t breathe in you two,” a stocky Akimichi clan member joked to his two high-collared team mates.
Shibi furrowed his brow, “That’s not funny.”
“And it’s not insecticide, it doesn’t smell like it.” Kaho said.
“Must be some kind of growth hormone, it smells sweet to me,” Another one of their team members looked around.
“Must be,”

Dusk rolled in. By the next day’s end they should be back in front of the Konoha gates, so the tired team of six stopped for the night.

Kaho sat down and unzipped her long, earthen red jacket, “It feels good to be going home with a successful mission under your belt, doesn’t it?”
“Ah, it’s always a feeling of accomplishment,” Shibi replied with a small smile. He glanced over at their four teammates, who were behind some large trees to their backs. All of them were laughing and talking around a campfire, with the light from it just barely reaching him through the underbrush.

“I wonder if they’ll get any sleep. They are a rowdy bunch, that we got assigned with this time,” Kaho smirked.
“They will eventually,” Shibi sighed, looking back towards her. She was leaning back, just removing her poofy-like, dark gray pants, preparing for bed. Her toned, tall frame, that stood some six inches taller than his own, just visible in the moonlight. It was a scene he had seen many times before, but she always managed to put his kikai bugs into a buzz, even after all their years together.

However, Shibi found that this time, instead of the usual spark that his kikai sent through him, it was more of a frenzied jolt.

“Shibi?” She instantly said with alarm, hearing him gasp, “What is it?”
The feeling quickly passed, “Just…it’s nothing…” He shook his head. His kikai were voicing excitement to him still, but were no longer causing a stir. They had not been alerted by an enemy approaching, and wouldn’t give him any specific answer as to what had so severely enticed them.

“Nothing indeed, that line stopped working on me over 15 years ago,”
“…”
She tilted her head, “Your kikaichu, seem a bit agitated.”
“It must be from the heat today,”
Kaho breathed purposefully, “Now that you mention it, mine were a bit uneasy too.”
“You as well?”
“I was trying to hide it.”
I can usually notice if her kikai are riled up, why didn’t I?
She sighed, “What I really need is some rest,”

She laid down on her sleeping bag. The heat was too much to actually sleep IN it. He soon joined her and they both looked up at what bit of sky they could see through the tree canopy.

“I love stars,” She said in a quiet voice, almost falling asleep.
“Like little fireflies,” He replied.

Just then, an actual firefly buzzed by them, landing on the rim of Shibi’s dark glasses. It crawled its way across them, flashing periodically, until it made it to the other side. Then it made its way down the beaded dangle hanging off the edge of his glasses arm. As he moved his head to try and strike a glance at the small creature the dangle shifted. The little blinking insect held on, refusing to budge.
Other fireflies flew about in the air; some came nearer, attracted by the blinking of the one on Shibi’s glasses dangle.

“I think I have some competition,” Kaho said with a subtle smirk.
He rolled over and clung onto her as if she was a large pillow, “Not a chance.”

The commotion of their teammates friendly conversations eventually faded, and soon all parties were fast asleep.

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As expected, by evening the team was back in the hidden village of Konoha. They parted ways. Shibi and Kaho darted off towards the welcome sight of home. The tree groves were a stir with chirping crickets, cicadas, and katydids; typical of the summer months. They passed by Sakuya, who was watering her herb garden (avoiding the heat of the day in doing it at evening).

“How was your mission?” She called out to them as they were walked by.
“Successful, but long.” Shibi voiced back.
“…And hot….”
“I see,” She shifted the garden hose to her other sleeve-covered hand. “Going to make it an early night?” She smirked.
“You better believe it,” Kaho sighed in a tired, almost dazed tone.

The two disappeared into their home’s front door.

Sakuya didn’t know what it was, but something seemed…off about them. But she couldn’t put her finger on it. Her kikaichu shifted and voiced the same, reinforcing her suspicious feeling. However, the two were extremely tired, and it was one of the hottest weeks she’d seen in years...not that that explanation made her feel any better. She buried her face into her tall collar, figuring to worry about it later, and continued watering her garden.

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As they walked in the door, their son Shino looked up from the kitchen table, eating dinner he’d made for himself. His black, high-collared coat was completely unclasped on its front, and his gray hoodie sat draped over the back of the chair.

“Welcome home,” He said in his usual collected voice, very low and mature for his age, that most he knew took for a lack of emotion/humanity.
“Good evening Shino-kun,” his mother smiled through her tiredness.
“Were you training today?” Shibi asked, seeing as he looked almost as worn out as they were.
“Kiba suggested we go into the mountains today for training, it was …tiresome.”
“He is very…energetic,” Shibi sighed.
“Hyper is a better word I think,” Kaho poured herself a glass of orange juice.
“Hinata did very well, her chakra control is improving even more.”
“You have all done so well with her, you should be proud.” His father replied.

Shino smiled softly, something he did seldom, and his teammates never see because of his collar. Shibi was always a bit surprised at how serious his son had grown up to be. HIS father had been a social man, and like a parent to everyone in the clan. Shibi himself was actually quite playful at his core, but kept his emotions subdued to the outside world for purpose of keeping his kikaichu in check. He had always a hard time controlling them when he allowed his emotions to become too fevered.
But he knew his son, he actually had quite a good sense of humor, almost ‘sadistic’ sometimes, but subtle, very much like his fellow clan member and good friend Kuroji. Sometimes he wondered if Shino was actually HIS son and not his own, it was something Kuroji liked to ‘tease’ him about. Kaho never seemed very amused by the idea, “I wouldn’t have sex with you, EVER, Spider-Lover,” She’d say to Kuroji, poking a finger in his face, “I’m way too much woman for you to handle.” And all would get a good smirk out of it.

CHINK – an empty glass hit the counter, “I don’t know about you two, but I’m going to bed, I feel like I’m going to collapse,” She kissed her boy on the head and ruffled his hair lazily, then walked up the stairs slowly and disappeared.

“Goodnight son,” he said as he unzipped his sandy-tan-colored coat, and unclasped the gourd from his back, (keeping a hold on it in his hand by the strap) before following after her.
“Oyasumi father,”

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Shibi shut the door behind him, and came into the room to see Kaho, completely naked except for her black panties (his favorite, with the embroidered kikai bug on their front and a buckle on the side strap), sitting in the middle of their bed on her knees. He felt again the frenzied jolt through his body, and he gasped and held his arms across his chest, falling back against the wall and sliding down it. His round gourd settled to the ground and fell from his hands.
She turned towards him, and seemed to be in a sort of dreamlike trance, “Its…it’s really hot in here,” She fell onto her hands, breathing.
Shibi looked up slowly. He watched as she flopped onto her back and splayed out her body against their silken bed sheets. She smoothed her hands against them, moving about and enjoying the sensation of their softness against her skin; arching her back as she did so. With a normal person, you would say it felt like their whole body was tingling, alive. But with Kaho it was not just an illusion of that.

All Shibi could hear was his heartbeat in his ears, barely audible over the din of the humming of a million vibrating bodies inside of him. He now understood what it was they were, what they had been, saying, and were now demanding…


WE WANT…YOU NEED HER…

SHE IS OURS, YOURS…YOU ARE HERS…

DON’T DENY YOURSELF…

Kaho realized as well what her kikai were screaming…


WE…KNOW YOU…WANT …NEED

HE IS OURS, YOURS…YOU ARE HIS…

DENY NOTHING


He knew something was wrong.


She knew something was wrong.


They didn’t care.


Before Shibi knew what was happening, he was on top of her, ripping off his jacket, and Kaho making short work of his pants and underwear. Their sunglasses were unceremoniously tossed on top of the heap of discarded clothing. He pushed her down, their bare skin pressing against one another. His lips and tongue dancing over her neck and chest as if he couldn’t do it fast enough. Moaning and writhing under him she gripped her hands against his back.


…YES…


Kikaichu insects broke out of Shibi’s skin from the openings on his fore arms. Some also ripped through the skin of his back. What small amount he bled was smeared across his skin by Kaho’s tensed, moving hands. The insects knew Kaho well. Ever since the first time they tasted her, and her chakra, they had always longed for the next moment when they would be allowed to have her again. Her chakra had a unique flavor, it could be compared to fine wine in a bar of chakra liquors. Despite this, her own kikaichu, who grew living with it, found it quite normal. To them, it was Shibi’s chakra that was tantalizing.


…HUNGER, DESIRE …


He ran his fingertips down along the sides of her torso, all the way down to her beautiful thighs. His kikai exploring her body as he was. Her own insects breaking out and crawling amongst his; flying out and swarming him. The tiny insects surrounded them both with a vibrating hum, filling the air with their excited and blissful ‘screee’ like calls. Tickling them all over their entire bodies.
Skillfully he teased her pink nipples, which had long since gone erect under his lips. His hand caressed down her toned stomach, and slipped under her panties.

“You’re wet,” He whispered to her with some effort, “Extremely so.”
“And you’re hard,” she said in-between moans, “But…that isn’t…what is unusual here.”
Both struggled to make out coherent sentences, “I-I know…our kikaichu,”
“Something…”
“…is affecting them…”
He traced his finger, drenched in her wetness, against her clitoris.
“Ahh…!”


…MORE…


He gasped against her. They both pretty much forgot about the problem…and silently decided they’d figure it out…later.

Her legs searched for something to repel against, and motioned to wrap around his body, their kikaichu flying to get out of the way each time they moved, before covering her/him once again when they settled. However, she was unable to complete her maneuver, for he moved down against her, pulling off her underwear with a smooth motion. His tongue found a new place to tease.
“Ahhh…ahh!” She moaned and squirmed under him.


…YES…BE CONSUMED BY IT…


Some of her, and his, kikaichu crawled back inside her as they writhed about their bodies, and pretty much everything else in the room. She got an ‘aftertaste’ of his chakra, from what they had been nibbling off of him. This happened every time they’d return to her after eating chakra from him. The same effect happened to Shibi as well. Even though it was only fraction of what the insects experienced, it had always been plenty enough to severely arouse her and him past all reason.

They both shuttered against the other and gasped, coming at the same time.

…DON’T STOP…

Kaho pulled him up, her lips connecting with his. She bit and licked and pushed her self against him. The tips of her breasts just touching against his chest, their skin dotted with beads of sweat. Her hands pressed against him; her kikaichu already moving to carry out orders they knew she was about to make.
They swarmed onto his still hard member. Hundreds tickled him and pulled his chakra, pooling it around his groin, increasing the sensitivity of his nerves there. It was now his turn to writhe under her mercy.
Shibi moaned and surrendered to her. She leaned against him and pushed him over, before kneeling over him.


…YOU WANT HER…

…YOU CAN HAVE HIM…


She came down slowly at first, but then took all of him inside her greedily. Her kikai still inside her begging for more. Always more.

The clever kikai bugs knew exactly how to excite her beyond reason. They pooled her chakra in all her most sensitive areas, vibrating and mercilessly stimulating her. Her wetness encompassing him more deeply; and chakra becoming sweeter the more she became aroused.

Their insects had been mixing so severely that it was now had for them to tell which were their own. All of the chakra’s flavors and their smells jumbled together. They were no longer two individuals, but were more like one being.

She moved against him, no, they moved together. It was impossible for either of them to act as a total individual now. They moved about one another, going through positions in a sort of unison. Each knowing what the other was about to do and was doing.

They lost track of the number of times they came to climax, each more intense than the last…