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Genius at Making Love	By : KohakuShadow Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3986 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This one, I think, by the usual standards, fails a little in
terms of smut, but maybe makes up for it with 'sweet'.

Genius at Making
Love

Eight:
Shikamaru x Genma

2 PM

Shikamaru decided to take a minute. He found a bench and quietly sat
down, reflecting on the day. It started with making love to Gaara.
Entirely and wonderfully normal. Breakfast and comfortable
conversation next, followed by Tsunade doing what she did best—giving
him grief. 'Training' with Iruka. Not exactly normal, but definitely
in line given recent events. And after that he'd fucked half the
village, not at all his normal behavior. Even so, he'd liked it. A
lot. And now he found himself sitting on a bench anticipating who
might proposition him next.

Looking up from his thoughts he caught Genma Shiranui in the act of
staring from in front of a pet shop across the street. Genma quickly
looked away as if he was very interested in a floppy eared white
bunny, but Shikamaru had a feeling he wasn't really fooling anyone.
Asuma had told him earlier that a friend of his was wondering if
Shikamaru was at all interested in older men. A year Asuma's senior,
it didn't take a genius to take one stare + one hint and add them up.
'Come to think of it, what am I waiting around for? I can seduce
just as well as be seduced, right?'

He made an unusually split second decision to approach the
senbon-chewing male. “I didn't know you liked rabbits.”

Genma, having been staring intently at the bunny, nearly jumped out
of his skin, blinking down at the Nara. “I...” he
sputtered a little.

“Though,
I guess you have something in common,” Shikamaru said, lifting
his hands to lightly tug on the loose ends of the knot on Genma's
backwards forehead protector. They could look a little like bunny
ears if one happened to be thinking about bunnies at the time. And on
top of that, Genma seemed a little shy too, and Shikamaru had never
met a rabbit that didn't seem a little shy.

Genma noticed how close the Nara was standing and wondered if he was
being teased, or if Asuma, despite his promise, had maybe ratted him
out. “They're...nice...” he said, not sure what else to
do in this situation.

Shikamaru carefully considered his next words. If he slipped even a
little it could ruin everything. Genma wasn't nearly as forward as
the other temporary lovers he'd had throughout the day. “I
prefer to keep something at home that I don't have to feed and clean
up after,” he answered.

It was a typically Shikamaru answer,
but Genma couldn't help but think there might be a hidden meaning
given the way the Nara's fingertips very lightly grazed his bicep. It
could have been an accident, but so few of the things Shikamaru did
were accidents he sort of doubted it. 'Is he trying to
seduce me? But...why?' “That
sounds like something you would say,” he answered. “But
there aren't any pets like that.”

“Well,”
Shikamaru said whimsically, “maybe I'm not talking about a
pet.” His lip curled slightly and the meaningful look he gave
Genma made the man's stomach flutter.

'Even if he just wants to fuck...I can't really afford to turn it
down,' Genma reasoned. 'It
might be my only chance to be with him.' He
wanted so much more than just a casual fuck from the young Nara, but
he'd been hearing some rumors about Shikamaru today and he didn't
think Shikamaru wanted anything serious, so if it was just sex once
in a while...even that was better than nothing. He loosened his grip
on the senbon between his teeth a little and awkwardly forced the
next sentence past his mouth. “Maybe...if you aren't busy...you
could come by my place and better explain what you mean?”

Shikamaru somehow managed to keep the shit-eating grin off of his
face. Success! Genma didn't take much convincing apparently. “I'm
not busy,” he answered, patiently not touching the man again as
they walked until they made it inside of the apartment.

Shikamaru glanced around. It was the kind of place he liked,
actually, not a pigsty, but not unbearably neat either. The laundry
basket was overflowing a little and Genma, apparently, wasn't one to
waste energy making the bed when it was just going to get unmade
again. Shikamaru could respect that. A lot. He had no snapshot lying
around, leading the Nara to think he was trying to avoid thinking
about the past, but he bet if he went to the closet, some of Hayate's
clothes would probably still be hanging in the back corner because he
couldn't bring himself to put them away. The sink was empty, all the
dishes clean, but left in the dish drain. Clothes were folded and
left on top of the dresser.

“Sorry
it's a little...cluttered,” Genma said awkwardly.

“I
like cluttered, actually,” Shikamaru answered. “My place
can get a lot messier than this, so don't worry about it.”

Genma nodded. He knew why he'd brought Shikamaru back here, but that
didn't make him any less nervous. He'd had a vague plan that involved
a quiet dinner and a romantic walk that led to a very sweet first
kiss, and eventually waking up naked together the next morning. He
hadn't really expected it to happen that way, but he had also not
planned on skipping straight to the sex and didn't know how to begin.

Shikamaru smirked at him a little.

“What?”
he asked, feeling unexpectedly offended by the expression.

“Nothing,”
Shikamaru said. “I was just thinking that the first time we met
I'd have never thought you were this cute.” Genma
wrinkled his nose and Shikamaru finished with, “Your
personality, I mean.” He lightly pulled the senbon away from
Genma's lips and rose up on his toes a little to continue his
seduction, pressing their lips together.

Genma tasted the sex on his mouth but forced himself to ignore it,
wrapping his arms around Shikamaru's lower back, eyes fluttering
closed as he leaned his head down to deepen it. His chest swelled.
When you went past Shikamaru's adventures of the day, there was a
subtle taste in there that was uniquely Shikamaru Nara and he focused
on that, letting his tongue slide along the Nara's gently.

Shikamaru couldn't make himself turn the kiss into something more
sexual. Genma had taken the lead in this at least and he wanted it to
stay that way. If he'd been even a little uncertain about Genma being
the man Asuma had been referring to, it was gone now, and because of
that he was starting to feel a little guilty about seducing the man
with only sex in mind. He wasn't sure even now that he wanted more.

Genma felt the hesitation enter Shikamaru's kiss and pulled back. “Do
you not want to?” he asked.

Shikamaru,
for the first time all day, felt a little uncertain. “I do,”
he answered, “but...” He didn't think he wanted to do it
if it would hurt Genma in the long run. He wasn't cold-hearted, just
a bit sex-crazed today, and it wasn't entirely
his
fault. He hadn't woken up this morning deciding he was going to be
insatiably horny and fucking everyone in sight. It had just sort
of...happened.

Genma understood and it endeared him to the Nara even more. “That...”
he started, unsure of how to continue. He'd sort of been hoping it
didn't get brought up, given the situation. “...it's my
concern, and not something you need to be worrying about.”

“Are
you really okay with that?” Shikamaru asked earnestly.

Genma, closet romantic that he was even though this wasn't supposed
to be even a remotely romantic situation, answered, “it doesn't
matter what your reasons are if it gets me the chance to be with you.
You can let that overactive mind of yours rest a little. I'm a big
boy and I don't need you worrying about me.”

Shikamaru
almost made the retort, 'If
I don't, then who will?'
but
it wasn't his place. Even if Genma was...fond of him, he had no idea
what his own feelings might be. He had never considered the man a
possibility before today and his current state of mind was 99.9% on
sex. He didn't think he could give any kind of answer until that was
satisfied, but he had to say something that would brush off the
awkwardness so they could get on with it. “...I'll think about
it,” he said. “But don't expect an answer right away.”

Genma's deep eyes lit up slightly at the acknowledgment that he might
have a chance at something beyond sex...eventually. “That's
fine,” he answered. “For the time being, we'll just
concentrate on the sex.”

Shikamaru nodded now that a firm agreement had been reached. “Right
now,” he affirmed, “it's just sex.” But tomorrow,
or maybe the next day, he'd think more carefully about whether or not
he could consider Genma someone special in the way that Gaara was
special. At the very least, the man could kiss.

Genma lowered his mouth over Shikamaru's again. He didn't feel as
depressed about his situation now that Shikamaru had given him
'maybe'. In fact, quite the opposite; it was the first time he felt
cheerful in a while, and he had to admit, the idea of Shikamaru
Nara's naked body writhing underneath him was extremely tempting, but
if Shikamaru thought that meant he was going to give him a quick hard
fuck he had another thing coming.

Shikamaru had no such delusions. Genma's kisses were gentle and
adoring. There was passion there, but it was subdued. It was the kind
of kiss you could only give a person if you adored them and his body
couldn't help but respond to the gentle prodding. It was so different
from the treatment he'd received thus far today, and definitely a far
cry from what he'd just engaged in with Kakashi that it made not just
his cock stir, but his skin hum and his pulse race.

Genma moved his lips from Shikamaru's lips to his temple and then
traced gentle kisses down his jaw as he subtly nudged him back
towards the unmade bed, moving the blankets to the floor so the Nara
could lay down comfortably without lumps of comforter bunching
beneath him. Once Shikamaru was seated, he pulled back a little,
planting small, almost chaste, kisses on his mouth as he carefully
slid down the zipper of the Nara's vest.

'He
really is pretty shy,'
Shikamaru
thought, but didn't dare ask the man to speed up. This pace was
different and kind of nice. It was almost a lazy pace. It was the
kind of pace you could imagine using when you planned to spend a
rainy afternoon in bed with your lover alternating between napping
and making love. Gaara was seldom content with such a pace—and
Shikamaru the same—they saw one another so seldom that when
they did it was like they were making up for lost time. That was nice
too—Gaara was a wonderfully demanding lover most of the time,
but Shikamaru appreciated a change of pace too. 'If
he keeps this up, I might actually fall for him,'
the
Nara thought, shrugging out of the vest and returning the favor,
unzipping Genma's vest and dropping it to the floor while trying to
figure out what to do with the senbon he realized he was still
holding loosely between his fingers.

Genma smiled a little and took it, dropping it on top of the vest now
resting on the floor at the foot of the bed as Shikamaru began to
explore his firm chest and shoulders through the cotton of his shirt.
The Nara was almost afraid to move too fast and ruin the magic. His
arousal was there, slowly building, but rather than being unbearable
and needing to fuck 'right now' he wanted to enjoy the growing warmth
in his abdomen a bit. Another thought came to him and he lifted his
hands to untie Genma's forehead protector and drop that to the side
as well, running his fingers through the older man's hair.

In response, Genma leaned down for another kiss. This one was a
little more eager. It didn't lack any of the things it had before,
but Shikamaru could tell from Genma's kiss alone that the man was
starting to become excited and he smiled a little into the kiss,
'He's so easy to read.'

“What
are you smirking about?” Genma asked, hands worming their way
under Shikamaru's shirt.

“You,”
Shikamaru answered, lifting his arms lazily over his head so the man
could pull the shirt off and drop it with their other clothing.
“You're actually very straight-forward, aren't you?”

Genma blinked. Hayate used to say similar things about him. He said
that Genma was 'so easy to read it's amazing he ever became a ninja',
but it seemed like only old friends and lovers noticed. His hands
slid gently over Shikamaru's skin, only thin fishnet covering it now,
and he thought of how handsome the Nara was as he asked, “Is
that a bad thing?”

“No,
not really,” Shikamaru answered as Genma began to peel the
netting away as well. “It's kind of charming, I guess. It just
amuses me.” The next thing to go was the Nara's hair tie. It
seemed that, like Kakashi's mask, Shikamaru's ponytail was an item of
fascination throughout the village, but he'd removed Genma's backward
bandanna, so it was only fair. Genma ran his fingers through the
Nara's still damp hair and Shikamaru's cheeks colored a little. It
was that straight-forward nature of Genma's; he could tell the older
man was thinking something about how attractive he was. Shikamaru had
never thought he was anything special in the looks department, but if
people like Gaara and Genma thought he was then maybe he'd have to
rethink that.

“Now
you're embarrassed?” Genma asked, a little amused.

“Shut
up,” Shikamaru complained. “It's...the way you look at
me.”

Genma leaned in and stole a soft kiss again, adding a few more and
trailing down his neck and along his collar then. “Sorry,”
he said. “That's not something I can help.” He eased
Shikamaru back on the bed and finally pulled off his own shirt.
Shikamaru openly stared. Genma's body was a lot different from
Gaara's (and he had no idea why he kept mentally comparing the two
since they weren't even remotely similar). Gaara's techniques all
revolved around his sand so he didn't have to do much moving around
in battle. While toned, he was small, pale, and smooth. Genma, on the
other hand was muscular—not unbearably so, but strong arms, a
tight chest, and six pack abs made him a completely different kind of
gorgeous, but gorgeous he definitely was.

Genma's stomach fluttered in anticipation as he laid down on the
mattress next to the Nara and their lips joined again. Shikamaru was
the one starting to get more eager now. Their kisses were getting
just a little more sexual, not that Genma had any complaints about
that as Shikamaru's hand began to wander across his bare skin—sliding
over his neck and shoulders, and down across his chest. When the Nara
found a nipple he claimed it with his thumb and began to press and
rub at it. Genma's lips on his got more sexual and eager in return
and the older male took it upon himself to move things to the next
level, sliding his hands down into the Nara's pants and curling his
fingers around the already quite hard cock he found there.

Shikamaru moaned appreciatively when
Genma started stroking him. The kiss eventually breaking, he rolled
the man onto his back and straddled him leaning down to use his mouth
on the man's pecks while Genma slowly explored his cock. But
something bumping into his rear end as he moved made Shikamaru stop,
eyes widening in surprise. 'That can't be his...it's
huge...' Curiosity got the
better of him and he slid back closer the older man's knees, pulling
the man's pants down to expose Genma's erection. The first thing that
came to mind was the foot long dildo Kakashi had recently put inside
of him—and how good it felt...and how he thought Genma looked
like he might be just a little bigger, definitely a bit thicker. The
second thing that came to mind was that he was suddenly very grateful
to Kakashi for being such a pervert and stretching him so well. “My
god, you're a monster down here, aren't you.” It was a
statement, not a question.

Uncertain again, Genma said, “if you think it's too much, I can
bottom.” He'd always topped with Hayate and the few sporadic
love interests between then had been entirely uke in nature. He
hadn't put it in anyone all the way since Hayate though.

Shikamaru shook his head. “Not
at all,” he said, pulling Genma's pants off the rest of the way
since he was here and lowering his head to lick and suck on the head
in the same way he'd done to that phallus earlier before saying,
“it's hot. I want to
feel it deep inside. Bigger is better, isn't that what they say?”
And he was pretty confident that Genma Shiranui had the biggest cock
in the village if not the entire country. His current state of
arousal turned this theory into an incredible turn on.

Genma's head fell back against the
mattress., eyes squeezing shut as he let out a shaky breath. He
couldn't bring himself to watch Shikamaru do that to his member if he
wanted to last, but not looking was nearly as bad.

“I may take you up on the
offer at another time though,” Shikamaru teased, pulling back
because he realized how excited Genma was already. 'Either
he's really sensitive, or he hasn't gotten any in a long time.'
Given Asuma's earlier words about 'teammates and lovers' he had a
feeling it was the latter. “I bet your ass is just as sexy as
your cock is.”

“Shikamaru...” Genma
whined a little, cheeks coloring.

Shikamaru smiled, chuckling slightly
and planting a kiss on each cheek before letting their lips and
tongues war again while wriggling out of his own pants, letting their
groins rub a little when he moved.

Genma moaned softly into the kiss.
If Shikamaru kept this up he might not last very long. He'd wanted
the young man for so long that even this much was almost too much to
bear. Here was Shikamaru Nara, naked and hovering over him, kissing
him, pressing their aroused bodies together; it was a wet dream come
true and Genma was starting to wonder if he could handle and/or keep
up with the reality. He was damn sure going to try, whatever the
case, because even if that teasing smile was at his expense more
often than not, he liked having the privilege of seeing it.

Shikamaru was surprisingly apt at
reading his mind though it seemed as he sat back, hands resting on
Genma's chest. “How do you want me?” he asked.

Genma decided he didn't like the
Nara saying it like he was some kind of whore and sat up as well,
leaving the Nara to straddle his lap, stealing a much sweeter kiss.
“I want to see your face,” he said, tucking a strand of
hair behind the Nara's ear.

Shikamaru blinked. It was a
statement he'd only heard once before, and he'd been the one to say
it. It was almost the exact statement he used the first time he and
Gaara made love. Gaara had automatically rolled onto his stomach at
the time. It was Shikamaru who'd rolled him over and said, 'not
like that. Let me see your face.'

He pushed the thought to the back of
his mind and laid back against the mattress, spreading his legs.
“You don't need to worry about lube or anything,” he told
Genma. “You've probably heard the rumors about me. Everyone
else has.” It was maybe a little mean, but some subtle part of
the Nara had had an instinctive reaction of panic. When he'd said
those words to Gaara...by that point he was so intensely and
irrevocably in love with the redhead that he couldn't think of
anything else. Now Genma had said the same thing to him and in some
convoluted attempt to not let the man get carried away, he'd said
what was perhaps the cruelest thing he could have; he reminded Genma
that he'd have sex with just about anyone and that at this moment in
time, Genma was 'anyone'. He wasn't sure if he was convinced, but he
needed time to think, to clear his head. To think about Genma
without being overwhelmed by the man's presence.

There was a little sting in Genma's
eyes, but he wasn't particularly dissuaded. He took a deep breath and
positioned himself between the Nara's spread legs, trying hard not to
think about how he was just another number on the day's list of
conquests and failing a little. “Can I ask why you're, you
know, like that?” he'd blurted before he could stop himself. He
couldn't help but feel that if an attractive, intelligent man like
Shikamaru was willing to have sex with anyone who he came across,
there had to be something very specific notably missing from his
life. He couldn't understand it.

Shikamaru shrugged blandly.
“Because I'm a slut, I guess. I like having sex, the more of
it the better, and it's really easy to turn me on,” he answered
frankly. “Besides, it's too troublesome to say no.” It
was the answer he'd probably be most expected to give.

Genma nodded a little, not sure what
to say. “Well, thanks for answering, then.” He knew
Shikamaru was somehow being intentionally cruel. His eyes suddenly
didn't meet his as readily as before. 'He's worried that
I'll get my hopes up when he doesn't know how to react.'
Genma maybe understood the Nara better than most. He hadn't been
stalking him or anything, but he'd been watching him from a distance
for a long time. He noticed things his friends probably brushed off
as insignificant and idle quirks. “I don't mind being a
distraction for you if that's all it is.”

He minded and they both knew it, but
neither said, and seeing as Genma wouldn't be dissuaded, Shikamaru
gave up. He wanted to have sex with the man anyway—absolutely,
and so lifted his hips a bit. “Then distract me,” he
said.

Genma shoving any little shards of
hurt down into a place he could dwell on them later if he was feeling
particularly down, positioned himself properly and carefully entered
the younger man. The Nara wasn't kidding, even if he still felt
tight around Genma's thick cock, he was moist enough inside that
there was no friction and Genma's member slid into him easily in one
fluid stroke.

Shikamaru, quickly becoming addicted
to sex—if he wasn't a nymphomaniac yet, by the end of the day
he probably would be—let out a low moan of approval as Genma's
large member settled into him. It was amazing and beat the hell out
of a vibrator. Oh, toys were nice, damn nice, but no way to
compensate for the real thing and Genma Shiranui was definitely the
real thing. Shikamaru had to fight himself not to get too lost in
the moment and once the older man began to slowly slide out and back
in, he was pretty sure he was fighting a losing battle and couldn't
resist wrapping his arms lightly around the man's shoulders. His
cock felt amazing, but the Nara couldn't focus on the simple act of
being fucked when Genma had that adoring look in his eyes.

Genma couldn't help it. He did
adore Shikamaru and while he wanted so much more of him than just
sex, he wasn't about to deny that being able to be with the Nara like
this was more than he'd ever hoped for. As his thrusts became more
certain and stronger, Shikamaru's cheeks flushed and, panting softly,
the younger man looked away. Genma didn't let it stay that way for
long, tilting Shikamaru's chin for another soul-stealing kiss as his
hands explored the toned and increasingly sensitive body.

Shikamaru sobbed a little into the
kiss; it was a sound that was half a moan, half a whine of protest at
being treated so gently, at being kept aroused, and incredibly so,
but at being so tender at the same time. They were supposed to be
fucking, but Genma Shiranui, apparently, couldn't stop himself from
making love to Shikamaru Nara, suckling on his throat and taking his
time to build up to a crescendo. Shikamaru tried to combat this,
lifting his hips to meet Genma's, but couldn't make himself speed up
the pace no matter how dangerous he knew this was. Gaara may have
wanted him to find a lover, but he'd never taken it seriously and he
didn't want to consider it. He didn't want things to change. And
then here was Genma, completely controlling the situation with erotic
hands, the body of an Adonis, and gentle, loving kisses and Shikamaru
felt entirely helpless about his situation.

When Genma finally deigned to grind
into his prostate, Shikamaru cried out in ecstasy, finally giving up
the fight and pulling Genma down for another tongue war, moaning
against the man's mouth.

As a sort of reward, and partially
because his own control was slipping, the senbon user began to thrust
more eagerly into Shikamaru's tight ass. He moaned into their
passionate kisses as well, hips pistoning in and out.

'Way better than a vibrator,'
Shikamaru thought. It went in so deep and made him feel so full and
strangely satisfied
that the Nara's overactive brain shut off somewhere in the middle of
it all and his orgasm snuck up on him unexpectedly. He arched
beneath the man, tightening his embrace, and moaning his name. “Aah,
Genmmmaaa....”

Hearing his name moaned so as
Shikamaru's seed spurt out between them, Genma's already waning
resistance shattered and he thrust in deep once more, releasing his
hot seed into the shadow nin. “Shikaaaa...aahh...” he
breathed before moving to pull out, startled when Shikamaru stopped
him.

“Not yet,” the Nara
said, lost for the first time that day in the afterglow of slow sex
in the afternoon. “Just...stay like this a minute. Feels so
nice...”

Genma wasn't about to argue, leaning
down to take another lingering kiss from the Nara's mouth while his
defenses were still down.

They laid together like that for a
while, limbs tangled and exchanging soft kisses, before Shikamaru's
brain finally returned and he realized how intimate they were being
for two men who were supposedly just 'fucking'.

“Shikamaru...” Genma
began, tentatively.

Shikamaru put his fingers to the
man's lips and shook his head negatively, sliding off the member.
“I'm still thinking,” he answered, already knowing what
subject Genma had been about to breach. “And I'm pretty
confident I won't come to any conclusions lying here naked with you.”

Genma went quiet, but accepted it
and sat up with a short nod as the Nara gathered his clothes and went
into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. Genma lifted his
senbon and slipped it back between his lips, thinking. 'Sex...isn't
really even close to enough to satisfy me, is it? Maybe that's what
Asuma means when he says I'm too much of a romantic for my own good.'

Shikamaru came back out, glancing at the man and the senbon between
his lips. He'd just been thinking, 'maybe one more kiss', but with
the metal needle there it felt off limits. They exchanged an awkward
silence before the Nara said, “well, I'll be going now,”
and left before Genma could even reply.

Genma didn't move for a long time, praying the Nara was done thinking
soon, and that when he was, the answer would be the one he was hoping
for.

~TBC~

To
Reviewers:

Prpl
Grl: haha. Yes, that it does.
I maybe should advise against reading the entire thing in one sitting
:p

llyoung:
I'll admit I find some of the more hardcore bondage a little creepy,
but light bondage and toys is just plain sexy. And being that
Kakashi is a total pervert...heh.

Tokyo-Princess:
Hah! Yes, I figured if anyone
was going to really smut Shika up to his limits, it would definitely
be Kakashi. As for the cookies, no need to jump on them right this
second! I'm not accepting answers until the story is over and by my
estimation we're...only about halfway there. You've got PLENTY of
time. Haha.

pen_name:
That's because I'm awesome and
apparently just loooove writing Shika-smut. Can you blame me? Haha.
I generally write plot-stuff also, actually, but in this case, well,
the sex IS the plot, so there are multiple birds going down with that
stone. There's JUST ENOUGH plot to make me think 'I DO have a
point,' and that's good enough a justification in my eyes.

I
love the mixed feelings I'm getting about that cigarette. On the one
hand it IS more than a little messed up, on the other it's just so
easy to picture Asuma putting Shikamaru through it that everyone
seems to agree that it somehow works. Kakashi, of course, is just a
manwhore, plain and simple. Iruka loves him to death anyway.

As
for the rest, you'll have to keep reading ; ) that's my secret for
now.

AngelRavenDove:
hah! If he did, nothing would
get done. The laundry would lay to waste, the dishes would pile up,
and you might just die of bliss. Other than that, I'm not taking
counts until the story is over :p, so you'll just have to try keeping
track until the end if you want a smutty cookie.

Zenith-Katou:
Actually, I'm not planning a
Jiraiya x Shika, even though it's rather an obvious thought. There
are two main reasons. The first is that I don't think I can possibly
top the perversion of Kakashi x Shika. The second is that there are
only so many hours in the day. There's an off chance that I may
change my mind and replace a certain pairing that shall not be named
right now, but I'm sorry to say Jiraiya may be very mad at me later
for leaving him out.

COOKIE #2 goes to the first
person who can tell me how many characters have appeared in this
story who Shikamaru HAS NOT had sex with over the course of GFL, and
who they are. (Hint: there won't be many of them. :p)

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