Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Between Friends ❯ One-Shot

A/N: I blame this almost entirely on the song Friend Is a Four Letter Word by Cake and indirectly the person who pointed me in its direction. :P

Pairings: InoShika

Warnings: mild smut

Disclaimer: If I owned it, they wouldn't even be able to air it on Adult Swim. :3

 

Between Friends

 

Ino giggles as they stumble into his dark apartment with her arms around him and her feet gracelessly tangled with his. He sighs in irritation and doesn't bother with the lights - it's not like they need them anyway - only loops an arm around her waist and half-supports/half-drags her with him to the kitchen. Shikamaru thinks it's all an act, that she secretly - no, not even secretly - enjoys burdening him; he's seen her drink a lot more than that and still have enough motor function to throw a kunai with deadly accuracy. His suspicion is confirmed a moment later when she immediately rights herself and starts kissing him, and as usual, any annoyance he might've been feeling toward her quickly dissipates the moment she moans into his mouth. He's barely dropped his keys on the counter before she tugs down the zipper of his vest and starts dragging him toward the bedroom.

 

For as long as he can remember, they've always spent their birthdays together. Their families have always been ridiculously close, and as luck would have it, he was only a day older than Ino. Birthday parties were always a joint event for the both of them which included lots friends and lots of food - the Akimichi's were part of this strange extended family after all.

 

“Nara Shikamaru, get your lazy ass over here!” Her voice is as loud and condescending as ever, but that's just Ino. Her outward bitchiness has become part of the scenery by now; he rarely notices. Besides, she's on her knees in the middle of his bed wearing nothing but her underwear and a smile, and he finds himself not resisting at all. He never does.

 

It had started with a kiss on their seventeenth birthday, this strange arrangement they had. She'd raided her father's liquor cabinet, and he'd been dragged along for the ride since that was how Ino worked. Nothing forbidden was worth doing without an accomplice. They'd gotten so completely shit-faced that night that he'd lost the scowl, and whatever scant inhibitions she possessed had been tossed to the wind. When she'd kissed him, it was awkward for all of two seconds before he'd mentally shrugged and initiated a kiss of his own. Ironically enough, the next day Inoshi had simply laughed about the missing bottle and even said he'd keep it from Shikamaru's mother. He'd outwardly thanked his father's friend and inwardly thanked whatever deity was looking out for him that Ino's father hadn't figured out the whole story.

 

He's on his knees before her as he's been a thousand times before, it seems. She pulls his shirt off, and as soon as it hits the floor, he's leaning in to kiss her. He's not entirely sober himself, and when he leans a bit too much, he ends up pushing her onto her back. She only laughs and rolls them over. This has always been the one place where her controlling nature and his laziness seem to mesh well.

 

After that first night together, they'd woken up so hungover she hadn't felt like talking about it. He didn't know what to say anyway, and worrying was so very troublesome. In the end, nothing really changed. Ino was still Ino, and he was himself. She bitched, while he sighed and stared at the clouds. She chased men, while he and Chouji ate barbeque. He couldn't exactly hold that against her since he wasn't the type to put much effort into things as tedious as relationships. Things were normal until their next birthday.

 

She quickly rids him of his pants, and somehow her panties end up in his face, but he's too preoccupied to complain because she's lowering herself onto his cock. He sighs, but this time it's not in exasperation as his hands splay over her rump when she moves.

 

On their eighteenth birthday, she had, after a quick moment of mental deliberation, told him in very graphic detail what she wanted his tongue to do to her. He'd sighed and given her one of his `you can't be serious' looks which she'd quickly gotten rid of when she dropped to her knees and gave him his present first.

 

He takes her nipple in his mouth and sucks on it lightly just the way she likes. He knows just about everything she likes, and that thought echoes in his mind just as clearly as her moan in his ear.

 

It became a sort of ritual between them after that. No matter what happened in their personal lives, no matter what happened on missions, they were never alone on their birthdays.

 

Her breath is erratic, her pace quickened, and he knows she's close. He swallows, knowing he is, too. When he feels her spasms start, he kisses her, swallowing her cries, breathing her breath, clinging to her as her orgasm triggers his.

 

Somewhere in there, birthdays became other holidays, then bad days, and eventually just because, but even then, little had changed between them. They were friends, granted friends with a secret, but still just friends.

 

She curls up against his side with a leg draped over his. He's sweaty, and it causes her impossibly long hair to stick to him in places. She flicks his nose and pokes him in the side before draping her arm over his stomach.

 

Shikamaru knows Ino doesn't think in tomorrows - she never has - but he's always been one to have each possibility mentally worked out several steps in advance. Eventually, this strange existence will end. He knows it, doesn't know what he thinks about that, doesn't want to think about it. Troublesome, he tells himself.

 

He combs her bangs back to get them out of his neck and unconsciously plants a kiss on her forehead. “Happy Birthday, Ino.” It sounds like a sigh, and this time he thinks maybe it actually is.