Turnabout Is Fair Play

As she stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom, Ino Yamanaka decided she was thoroughly sick of this. It'd been three years since they'd started going out, and two years since they'd both made the decision to move out of their family homes, and still Shikamaru Nara couldn't oblige her so much as spooning in bed. She shifted herself over next to him, only for him to roll away further from her than before. Ino let out an indignant sigh.

He hadn't taken an honest mission for months now, having been assigned to Iruka-sensei as a teacher's apprentice, and the academy started semester break last week, so it wasn't that he was too tired or some other bullshit excuse like that. She'd even taken to changing her cooking: spanish fly, shellfish, everything the old wives' tales recommend for libido, but still nothing. That isn't to say Shikamaru was frigid; there were serious fireworks when he got going. The problem was getting him going. When he wasn't just plain shrugging her off, it'd take him five hours of incredible foreplay before he'd stop, declare it to be "too much of a hassle", roll over and fall asleep, leaving her high and most certainly not dry.

Ino sat up in bed, staring at the jounin. She remembered a discussion with Sakura as she reached for his shoulder...

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"Rrrr, it's just so infuriating!" Ino growled over her dango, "He's so good when he sets his mind to it, but he always quits just as I'm about to get going!"

Sakura frowned, a cup of sake at her lips. "I really don't want to hear about this, Ino," she murmured between sips. She'd taken up a few of her teacher's bad habits.

"It's enough to drive you insane, though!" Ino argued.

"You're right," Sakura agreed, "It's driving me insane just hearing about it."

"Hmph, not that you'd know," Ino jabs, "You'll never have to worry about Naruto running out of steam..."

Sakura's palm slammed into the table. Ino could've sworn she'd heard something in the table give. "What do you mean by that?" she growled.

Ino raised her hands. "Sheesh, never mind," she said. Turning back to the pink-haired woman with a snide grin, she added "Although, I bet he'd get up to all sorts of interesting things with that technique of his, that Oiroke no Jutsu..."

Sakura snorted on a sip of sake, a mortified look on her face. It took Ino a few seconds to go from surprise, to realisation, to laughter.

"No way! You actually did it with him as a girl!?" Ino whispered, remembering she was in a diner. Sakura's face was beginning to match her hair.

"It was just one time," she muttered, still horrified that now someone else knew, "He kinda got all quiet like that, he let me take the lead... it was nice."

"You mean it all works?" Ino's curiosity got the better of her.

"You can use Henge, you should know," Sakura shrugged. She glanced up to the clock, and stood up. "Anyway, I've gotta go. Hokage-sama wanted me to pick up some scrolls from the hospital for her."

"Okay, take care," Ino waved as her friend walked off, leaving her to simmer in her own frustration.

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Shikamaru huddled over his side of the bed, knowing Ino wouldn't be impressed. The last few months had been hell; Iruka riding him for his apprenticeship at the academy, Kiba and the others asking him out drinking every other night, and now Ino demanding sex at the end of it all. It started out fun, but when Iruka started to notice how burned out he was all the time he knew something had to give. Then straight after that, Ino's harebrained schemes started: mixing all sorts of foul tasting herbs into their cooking, switching to shellfish, going through the Kunoichi's Guide To Getting Cock page by disgusting page. Never before had the words "what a hassle" applied so perfectly.

Kiba had told him before that thinking of sex as a hassle meant that they were doing it wrong. Who the hell was he to talk about the right way to fuck? This was Mr. "Doggy Style is the only style", after all. That's not to say he didn't have a point. Shikamaru knew his problem; he was clinical, precise, exacting, too much so for his own good. After he and Ino moved in together, it took all of two weeks to catalogue each and every one of Ino's weaknesses and sensitive spots. It took another week to get his technique down to such a fine art, he could get her off before he was even hard.

Making a girl come so easily is nice to brag about to the guys, but for someone tied down to one woman, it wasn't the wisest move. There was nothing left for him. She was getting everything she wanted, and he was getting blue balls. After the seventeenth night of being left out in the cold, Shikamaru had decided enough was enough. The next night, he got her riled up as usual, moaning and crying for release as she always does. Then, he stopped. Ino opened her eyes as Shikamaru pulls his fingers out of her slick hole, looked her in the eyes and said, "Sorry, this is too much of a hassle. G'night," rolled over and went to sleep. It took Ino a full minute to come down enough from her high to realize what had happened, before booting Shikamaru out of the bed and taking the blanket for herself.

Every night since then, he'd get her worked up, then let her suffer, getting up and sleeping in the lounge room before Ino had the chance to boot him out of bed. After a while Ino stopped getting angry, and started thinking he had a genuine problem with performance. So, yeah, the pestering and the cooking really was Shikamaru's fault in the end. But it was well worth it, to see her face shatter with disappointment every time, to make up for the weeks he had to go without. Turnabout is fair play, after all.

Which meant that when Ino gripped his shoulder, roughly rolling him to his back, and mounted him, he was going to take his punishment like a man. His grin turned to a confused grimace when he heard Ino's hands brush together in the darkness. Ninja seals.

"Ino, what-?"

"Shinkanshin no Jutsu!" she said. Shikamaru felt himself roll over again, rough hands grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the bed.

Shin....KAN..shin?

"Shinkanshin no Jutsu," he heard his own voice say, his body inhabited by Ino's, "It's an incomplete form of the technique I use, Shintenshin. We use it as a stepping stone to learn the full technique. Completely unusable in the field, though..."

Shikamaru was really confused now. He knew Ino was in his body, but it sounded like his voice was coming from in front of him. And if Ino was in his body with him, Ino should be unconscious, not pinning his hands down. The moon shone through the curtains to his left. Shikamaru was pinning him down.

"What the he-!!!" Shikamaru began, and gasped. In Ino's voice.

"After all," Ino asked, from Shikamaru's body, "what kind of ninja would let an enemy into her own body?"

Shikamaru knew he was in trouble. There was no way Ino could match him for strength, so Ino had really turned the tables here. He couldn't just push her off. He'd have to put up with whatever Ino's mind had in store for him. He felt...something in Ino's waist grow warm.

"Now, here's what's going to happen," 'Shikamaru' told 'Ino', "I am going to fuck you. You are going to come for me like you've never come before. And you are going to return the favour. Then I will make you come again, and again, and as many times as I have to to get the message through to you; I. Want. More." As she said this, she pinned both of Ino's own wrists against the headboard above her head, leaving a hand free to tease her body, and show Shikamaru exactly what he's been denying her. Shikamaru felt that spot in Ino's waist get warmer and warmer.

"So long as you can last all that," Ino's voice retorted, "Stopping every time you get to the end is such a hassle." Shikamaru's favourite line sounded strange coming from Ino's lips, and even stranger with the slight nervous tweak. Ino smirked at the expression on her own face. A nervous smile, more than subtle signs of fear; a look of trepidation. Seems like Shikamaru was game after all.

"Oh, it won't go that way this time," 'Shikamaru' assured the jounin, leaning in to close his lips over her mouth. As the kiss continued, Shikamaru was amazed at how different his own mouth tasted in Ino's body. He moaned the discovery through to her, as Ino rolled Shikamaru over, positioning herself behind him.

"Go on," Shikamaru dared as their lips parted, "Take your best shot. You've never made me come before."

Ino gave a short laugh, releasing her hands and cupping Shikamaru's over her own breasts. "Ah, but you're me now," she reminded him, "and these hands have taken that body places you can't imagine." Illustrating her point, she opened his fingers and pinched each of her nipples between them, gently squeezing them. Shikamaru gasped as a shudder ran through the woman's body.

"Aaah!"

"Do you really think you know my own weak points better than I do?" Ino asked rhetorically, before clamping his open mouth down on the nape of her neck. The warm spot in Ino's belly began to grow, to Shikamaru's continued amazement. He twitched and squirmed under his own... HER... ministrations, her... HIS... body responding to each and every touch, pinch, brush, and squeeze in ways he couldn't understand. One of his own hands abandoned its work to drift lower, briefly settling over Ino's midsection. A sharp pinch of the now almost painfully sensitive nipples brought his attention back.

"I'm not losing you, am I?" Ino asked playfully.

"Hah..." Shikamaru gathered some false bravado, "You'll need more than that."

"Oh, that just means I have to raise the bar a bit," Ino promised him, "You're far from done yet." Ino snaked his hand down between his legs, gently brushing over the sensitive skin, sending delightful shivers through her lover.

Shikamaru felt something warm grow, pressing into his back, and smirked. Another slight pinch at his chest brought him down to earth.

"And what are you smirking at?" Ino asked, cupping his hand over her mound, rubbing slowly.

"You're... ah... I'm hard," Shikamaru managed between gasps, "If it were me, you'd have already c-oh!-come..."

"Oh, I'm taking my time with you, stud," Ino smirked, and curled his middle finger. Shikamaru felt that warm spot suddenly pulse with heat at an unfamiliar intrusion between her legs, and bucked.

"Like that, did you?" Ino laughed, as she flexed his finger again, provoking the same response, then taking the time to feel his fingers. "Oh, I bet you did! You're wetter than a rubber duck in a rainstorm!"

Ino's face flushed red with Shikamaru's embarrassment, and that spot flushed even redder. This is crazy, he though, I've got to reel this in... He tried to slow her heartbeat, only for it to jump again at another pinch to Ino's tit. He tried to force that warm sensation to dissipate, only for it to grow stronger of its own accord. I can't!

"Oh, cra-ah!" Shikamaru's finger dipped back into the wet hole sharply, before Ino began to passively and steadily fingerfuck her body. Shikamaru felt that warm spot bloom and grow, covering her entire midsection.

"So tell me," Ino asked casually, still gently pushing his finger in and out of her, "How's this feel?"

"Ah... ah... Nothing... I can't... handle..." Shikamaru gasped a response.

"Really?" Ino punctuated this with three rapid-fire thrusts. Shikamaru barked a short moan, grimacing as he struggled to deal with how warm... no, it was hot now, how hot his whole body felt. "Because it looks like you're about to cum."

"Looks... can be... AAH!... deceiving..." 'Ino' said through her gritted teeth.

"Are you sure?" Ino asked again, lowering her other hand to the juncture now. Shikamaru felt his own thumb and middle finger close gently around a small nub of flesh, and stroke the sides of it with the lightest touch.

"AH, FUCK!" Shikamaru shouted, her hips bucking with the strain of keeping these incredible feeling in check. Ino's body heaved, her face and chest flushing red, sweat glistening over her as Ino teased it relentlessly.

"That's right," Ino said gently, slowing the pace down again and watching her body relax, "I'm fucking you. Now, do you remember what I said would happen after that?"

Shikamaru couldn't manage a word at all, concentrating on keeping this completely foreign feeling from taking over.

"I said you were going to cum." And with that last word, Shikamaru's hands worked up a frenzy. Ino's mouth hung open in disbelief as that now white-hot sensation crashed against him, again and again, with each thrust into her pussy, with each tweak of her clit, with each heave of her chest throwing her breasts into the air. He could hear a woman moaning in the background, but didn't care who she was. As her eyes rolled back in her skull, Shikamaru realised it was Ino's voice. His voice. His legs bucked, and Ino kept Shikamaru's hands working through the movements. The pulses began to dull, and Shikamaru regained a fine degree of control over Ino's mouth.

"No...no more..." she sobbed through the convulsions.

"No more? But you're still coming," 'Shikamaru' smirked as he redoubled his efforts. 'Ino' felt fear for the first time, as Ino's mind began to cloud over, and the familiar hot flush in her body returned, growing more intense than before. A supernova burst, and Shikamaru's world went white, vaguely aware of Ino's jerking form and the white hot deliciously burning sensation engulfing her entire body...

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...Shikamaru was lying flat on his back, Ino's chest still heaving for air. Ino was still beneath him, placidly curling his finger into her own pussy, slow, calm and gentle.

"Ah..." Shikamaru tried to put an intelligible sound to the ceaseless gasping for breath.

"Awake, are you?" Ino asked, his voice sickeningly cocky.

"That... that was..." Shikamaru began, but couldn't finish.

"That," Ino finished for him, extricating Shikamaru's hand from her soaked crotch, "was for starters." Ino pushed her hips up, revealing Shikamaru's throbbing length from between Ino's legs. Ino's face twisted with Shikamaru's genuine fear of what was to come, all thoughts of naive bravado gone.