Inevitabile Resveglio
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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1,525
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32
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Part One, Chapter One: The Meeting
1-0-6.
He walked, unconsciously picking up speed and adjusting the strap of the overnight bag he held in time with his strides.
1-0-6.
The hallway was dimly lit and reeked of incense. The scent was so strong there was hardly any air to breathe. Reminds me of law school, he thought to himself, holding back a cough.
1-0--Oh, shit.
Finally he stood at the door of Suite 106. He took a deep breath, pulled the flat key out of his pocket and slipped it into the slot above the door knob. On the first try, the little LED changed from red to green. Hiashi took the subsequent click he heard as a good omen.
1-0-6.
The Hyuuga checked his watch.
3:51 P.M.
Our destiny awaits.
He turned the knob and calmly walked inside suite 106.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi had set down his bags and removed his shoes by the door. He hastily scanned the room, instantly taking note of softly-lit surroundings. He wiggled the toes of his bare feet and felt himself relaxing already.
He slipped his feet into a pair of comfortable slippers and walked into the suite, further scanning his environment. The decor was a hybrid of Japanese and western: the suite was equipped with a Tatami room, but there were beds instead of futons. He barely had time to register it all before he heard a voice speak.
"Make yourself comfortable."
Hiashi immediately walked in the direction the voice came from, oblivious to the way his face split into a smile or the way his cock had become half-hard in his pants.
Shikaku Nara.
The script the Hyuuga had been rehearsing for this moment was gone from his mind, replaced by the image of the voice's owner, who sat alone against one wall of the hot spring. A lit cigarette rested in an ashtray on the deck near his head, smoke rising from it in lazy waves that dissipated into the air. Hiashi couldn't see his face; his back was to him and he faced the serene view of the garden directly outside the room.
What he could see were lean, tan, naked, well-defined shoulders and wet, wavy jet-black hair that clung to the man's head.
But where was Yoshino?
Hiashi decided to get ready and get into the spring with Shikaku. There were a million things he thought he wanted to say but he needed to be able to see the man's face.
Without making a sound, Hiashi turned, walked back to retrieve his overnight bag and made his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a gentle click.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi spent thirty minutes inside the bathroom. He conducted his routine of preparation almost unconsciously and then stepped under the hot spray of the shower, scrubbing himself vigorously and thoroughly. He washed his long, healthy hair with equal care. When he was finished, his skin and hair shone.
Hiashi stepped out of the shower naked and dripping wet and brushed his teeth. He took the time to consciously admire his reflection in the mirror.
The Hyuuga was pleased with what he saw. Tonight he was especially glad that the years had evolved his beauty but not robbed him of it. Shikaku and Yoshino Nara were gorgeous, sexy people, and he wanted them. The Naras had managed to resist him for seven years before now. To get them--and keep them--he might need to rely on every resource he had.
His mind was filled with images of them lying together on the deck of his yacht all those years ago--unabashedly half-dressed and frolicking, kissing and groping each other like newlyweds on their honeymoon. If it hadn't been so damned erotic, it might have been shameful.
He remembered how he ached to be there between them, groping and being groped, kissing and being kissed. He remembered the sly looks he¡¯d gotten from them both at the realization that, yet again, he'd been watching them with unmitigated lust in his eyes.
More images flooded his mind, this time of the two of them having heated, passionate sex with each other in the kitchen of Neji's penthouse only a week ago. He remembered the look in Yoshino's eyes just before she came, and the sweet sounds--of her calling out during her orgasm, and then of her husband doing the same shortly after. It was all so...vibrant.
Thrilling.
He remembered how it teased his mind and body. Oh, how happy it would have made him to have been either one of them at that moment!
Hiashi felt his excitement, among other things, rising. Just on the other side of the bathroom door was a wet, naked Shikaku Nara and he was waiting for him. Hiashi didn't know why Yoshino wasn't there, but he wasn't worried. The two of them were never very far apart. Hiashi was more than content to keep himself occupied with Mr. Nara until Mrs. Nara made her inevitable appearance.
And the Hyuuga was determined that occupied was indeed what they would be. They were going to grope. They were going to kiss. He was going to be blasted by the Nara's full-frontal nudity and raspy-throated moans of pleasure. And thirteen inches of hard cock were about to be expertly and repeatedly driven into him in the resolution of seven long years of frighteningly potent sexual tension.
Shit. Hiashi rinsed out his mouth, rinsed his toothbrush and set it aside. He held up his hands, which were now trembling. The anticipation of it all had him so worked up it had given him the shakes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N:
(1) The suite in Hotel Kanronomori: http://www.kanronomori.com/en/guestroom/suite_room_with_private_onsen.html
(2) Constructive Possession, Chapter 21.
Please go on to the next chapter.
He walked, unconsciously picking up speed and adjusting the strap of the overnight bag he held in time with his strides.
1-0-6.
The hallway was dimly lit and reeked of incense. The scent was so strong there was hardly any air to breathe. Reminds me of law school, he thought to himself, holding back a cough.
1-0--Oh, shit.
Finally he stood at the door of Suite 106. He took a deep breath, pulled the flat key out of his pocket and slipped it into the slot above the door knob. On the first try, the little LED changed from red to green. Hiashi took the subsequent click he heard as a good omen.
1-0-6.
The Hyuuga checked his watch.
3:51 P.M.
Our destiny awaits.
He turned the knob and calmly walked inside suite 106.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi had set down his bags and removed his shoes by the door. He hastily scanned the room, instantly taking note of softly-lit surroundings. He wiggled the toes of his bare feet and felt himself relaxing already.
He slipped his feet into a pair of comfortable slippers and walked into the suite, further scanning his environment. The decor was a hybrid of Japanese and western: the suite was equipped with a Tatami room, but there were beds instead of futons. He barely had time to register it all before he heard a voice speak.
"Make yourself comfortable."
Hiashi immediately walked in the direction the voice came from, oblivious to the way his face split into a smile or the way his cock had become half-hard in his pants.
Shikaku Nara.
The script the Hyuuga had been rehearsing for this moment was gone from his mind, replaced by the image of the voice's owner, who sat alone against one wall of the hot spring. A lit cigarette rested in an ashtray on the deck near his head, smoke rising from it in lazy waves that dissipated into the air. Hiashi couldn't see his face; his back was to him and he faced the serene view of the garden directly outside the room.
What he could see were lean, tan, naked, well-defined shoulders and wet, wavy jet-black hair that clung to the man's head.
But where was Yoshino?
Hiashi decided to get ready and get into the spring with Shikaku. There were a million things he thought he wanted to say but he needed to be able to see the man's face.
Without making a sound, Hiashi turned, walked back to retrieve his overnight bag and made his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a gentle click.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi spent thirty minutes inside the bathroom. He conducted his routine of preparation almost unconsciously and then stepped under the hot spray of the shower, scrubbing himself vigorously and thoroughly. He washed his long, healthy hair with equal care. When he was finished, his skin and hair shone.
Hiashi stepped out of the shower naked and dripping wet and brushed his teeth. He took the time to consciously admire his reflection in the mirror.
The Hyuuga was pleased with what he saw. Tonight he was especially glad that the years had evolved his beauty but not robbed him of it. Shikaku and Yoshino Nara were gorgeous, sexy people, and he wanted them. The Naras had managed to resist him for seven years before now. To get them--and keep them--he might need to rely on every resource he had.
His mind was filled with images of them lying together on the deck of his yacht all those years ago--unabashedly half-dressed and frolicking, kissing and groping each other like newlyweds on their honeymoon. If it hadn't been so damned erotic, it might have been shameful.
He remembered how he ached to be there between them, groping and being groped, kissing and being kissed. He remembered the sly looks he¡¯d gotten from them both at the realization that, yet again, he'd been watching them with unmitigated lust in his eyes.
More images flooded his mind, this time of the two of them having heated, passionate sex with each other in the kitchen of Neji's penthouse only a week ago. He remembered the look in Yoshino's eyes just before she came, and the sweet sounds--of her calling out during her orgasm, and then of her husband doing the same shortly after. It was all so...vibrant.
Thrilling.
He remembered how it teased his mind and body. Oh, how happy it would have made him to have been either one of them at that moment!
Hiashi felt his excitement, among other things, rising. Just on the other side of the bathroom door was a wet, naked Shikaku Nara and he was waiting for him. Hiashi didn't know why Yoshino wasn't there, but he wasn't worried. The two of them were never very far apart. Hiashi was more than content to keep himself occupied with Mr. Nara until Mrs. Nara made her inevitable appearance.
And the Hyuuga was determined that occupied was indeed what they would be. They were going to grope. They were going to kiss. He was going to be blasted by the Nara's full-frontal nudity and raspy-throated moans of pleasure. And thirteen inches of hard cock were about to be expertly and repeatedly driven into him in the resolution of seven long years of frighteningly potent sexual tension.
Shit. Hiashi rinsed out his mouth, rinsed his toothbrush and set it aside. He held up his hands, which were now trembling. The anticipation of it all had him so worked up it had given him the shakes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N:
(1) The suite in Hotel Kanronomori: http://www.kanronomori.com/en/guestroom/suite_room_with_private_onsen.html
(2) Constructive Possession, Chapter 21.
Please go on to the next chapter.