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Chapter 25
A/N: There’s lots more fanart. Ready?
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Neji and Shikamaru made their way from the dining room toward the kitchen in determined strides, with Hiashi right behind them. The unmistakable sounds of someone having sex coming from the other side of the closed door stopped them all in their tracks.
“Gods on a ship”, Neji swore, sighing.
Shikamaru lowered his head, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “WHERE. IS. THE. GUN?” he asked.
Neji looked at his lover, feeling sorry for him. “Relax, Shikamaru”, he comforted him, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder and biting his lip. He now understood everything Shikamaru had been trying to tell him about his parents.
“You can always get a new kitchen”, Hiashi declared. The two police officers glared at him then.
“What?” Hiashi asked, staring back at them.
Just then Yoshino made a high-pitched noise from beyond the door. Neji looked at a suddenly wide-eyed, thoroughly mortified and blushing Shikamaru in recognition.
She sounds just like Shikamaru when I—Oh, Gods! Neji found himself completely at a loss for words. He wasn’t certain, but he didn’t think Hallmark even had a greeting card for an occasion such as this.
“Shikamaru”, Neji ventured, “why don’t you take some sake into the bedroom and try to relax. My uncle and I will handle this.”
Shikamaru, utterly defeated by the current circumstances, nodded wordlessly. He left the two men standing in front of the kitchen while he went to find sake.
Hiashi turned to Neji then. “Neji, are you sure it’s all right to leave him alone in the bedroom? Aren’t there loaded guns back there?”
Neji made a face at his uncle’s comment. “He’ll be fine, uncle.” Yoshino moaned loudly from inside the kitchen again. “Listen”, Neji entreated, “This seems to be a situation ideally suited to you for resolution—“
“I’m already ahead of you”, Hiashi responded as he stared at the kitchen door. He lifted his left hand and placed the palm flat against the door, feeling a mixture of giddiness and anxiety. He was eager to be part of what was happening beyond the door and considered the sounds they were making an open invitation to him.
There was also the matter of unfinished business between him and Shikaku.
“Whatever you hear, don’t come into the kitchen”, he warned Neji without looking back. “I’ll bring them out.”
Hiashi didn’t wait for acknowledgement. He turned the knob with his right hand, slowly pushing the door open enough to slip his body through, and then closed it gently behind him.
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Neji walked back toward the dining room, feeling defeated himself. He was still trying to wrap his brain around all that had happened.
He walked through the doors of the dining room, surveying the scene. Fresh memories of the dinner replayed in his mind but he shoved them aside. The dishes needed to be hauled into the kitchen. He could set them on the cart, but since his kitchen was currently…occupied, they would have to remain on the cart for now.
Neji sighed and took a seat in one of the chairs, shoulders slumped. He could admit to himself that his ideas about how this evening would go had not even come close to the actual outcome.
For instance, he had no idea that his uncle had apparently not only been the Naras’ lawyer many years ago but that the three of them had been close friends.
His uncle wanted to take their relationship to a more intimate level, and apparently Shikaku Nara, though hesitant, felt the same way.
Neji allowed himself to ponder Shikamaru’s father. Of course his uncle had been right about Shikamaru being a dead ringer for him. The handsome older man was undeniably sexy. Genital dimensions notwithstanding, it was easy to understand his uncle’s attraction to him.
Neji remembered the way the elder Nara defended his son. He smirked at the idea of Shikaku trying to protect Shikamaru when he himself was so vulnerable. Neji’s uncle wanted Shikaku and Yoshino, and Neji knew he wouldn’t stop at anything to have his way.
The thought made Neji look back toward his kitchen, though he couldn’t see it from where he sat. Only the gods knew what was happening in there. How would Neji ever prepare a meal in there again, much less go inside?
Neji turned back around and spotted an envelope sitting on the table from the corner of his eye. Curiosity made him stand up to reach across the table for it. He picked it up, and then looked around to see if anyone was coming before pulling the photographs out. What he saw made him drop back into his chair.
Neji’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. So THAT'S why my uncle told us she could deep-throat a can of malt liquor, he thought to himself, rotating the photograph to get a better look.
His brows furrowed then. “Gods on a ship!” Neji exclaimed in a low voice. “That Captain Sarutobi isn't human!”
Neji pulled another photograph from the stack, rotating it as well. He was pretty sure he’d never seen anyone that flexible before. And what did they do to that balance beam?
Neji snorted. His uncle had been right. The Kire would have to have abdominals of steel.
So much for her feminine wiles, Neji thought to himself as he perused the stack of pornographic photographs, stopping briefly at times to allow his eyes and his brain to catch up to each other. It’s a weapon she seems to use often enough, but she obviously can’t hit the broad side of a barn with it.
Neji slipped the photographs back into the envelope and tossed it onto the table in front of him. Shoots her 100 times out of 100 record all to hell.
Neji smoothed a stray hair back from his face.
Perhaps she should stick to blowguns.
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Hiashi walked into the kitchen stealthily, instantly overwhelmed by the sight and scent in the room. His body shuddered from his head to his feet and his cock, which had been teased by the audio from before, was now standing at attention.
Yoshino was pressed against the kitchen counter with her dress up around her waist. Her slender, shapely legs were securely wrapped around her husband’s waist and her arms clutched at each other around her husband’s neck. Her husband was moving in and out of her with strong, deliberate strokes of his extra-long cock. His legs were shoulder-width apart and his pants and boxers pooled around his knees, exposing the lower portion of his ass. Hiashi quirked a brow, observing the way the elder Nara moved his hips and noting with curious interest the way the sounds he elicited from his wife changed as he altered his technique.
Hiashi licked his lips as if he could taste what he could see and smell on them. Neither of them had even noticed him in the room.
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Yoshino was trying to talk to her husband between passionate gasps. Her nearly-unintelligible grunts were indeed syllables and Hiashi imagined he knew what she was trying to vocalize. He could see her face clearly over her husband’s shoulder. It galvanized him to see her that way, with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her skin flushed, and her dark hair in disarray, helpless to do anything except feel.
She was beautiful.
Hiashi imagined her writhing that way beneath him, her body tensing as she was being swept away by their passion, and it made his cock twitch in his pants.
He slowly, quietly took a seat on a stool at the kitchen island, never once taking his eyes away from the scene in front of him.
He couldn’t trust his knees.
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The lovers sensed the presence of someone else in the room at the same time. Yoshino opened her eyes at once, scanning the room before shortly making eye contact with the lustful, knowing eyes of Hiashi Hyuuga.
Their gazes locked. Hiashi’s eyes issued an unmistakable message, one that caused Yoshino to suddenly squeeze her eyes shut and clench as her orgasm seized her.
Shikaku, unable to stop his reaction, growled and exploded inside her, thrusting weakly as he rode it out.
The pair, still holding each other, moaned and grunted between pants for long minutes as they came down from their orgasms. Hiashi thought he heard Shikaku whisper something to Yoshino just before she opened those dark eyes and looked at him again, smiling weakly.
“Get out, Hyuuga”, Shikaku commanded without turning around.
Hiashi quirked a brow but didn’t move. Get out? What for? Modesty was pointless at this stage, wasn’t it?
Shikaku took his lack of action for his response. “Fine, then”, he said, “Turn around.”
Hiashi complied, turning to face the door of the kitchen. Behind him he heard the grunts and slosh of bodies separating, of paper towels being torn, water running in the sink and rustling from where they were likely cleaning themselves and readjusting their clothing. Hiashi waited until he was sure he’d heard Yoshino take a seat at the small table before turning around again.
A dark beady stare quickly found a knowing pale one. Shikaku said nothing, but merely watched. He could easily tell how affected Hiashi was by what he’d just witnessed, and that knowledge was affecting him as well.
“Shouldn't you be taking notes?” Shikaku asked in a mocking tone that belied his vulnerable feelings. Yoshino looked at her husband, but said nothing.
“No need”, Hiashi responded. “I have a pornographic memory.”
Shikaku snorted. “I think you mean photographic memory, lawyer.”
Hiashi smiled. “That too, chemist.”
Shikaku placed his hands on his hips. He walked toward Hiashi, who sat on a stool at the kitchen island, as if being pulled by an invisible thread. Hiashi was still neat and tidy, without a single hair out of place. He was gorgeous and sexy and it made Shikaku want to reach out and muss him.
He stopped when his thighs and Hiashi’s knees were no more than a foot apart, still watching the long-haired man. Shikaku’s body vibrated with anxiety.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't toss you out of a window for the way you blatantly peeped on my wife and me just now”, Shikaku said.
Hiashi was delighted to rise to the bait. Playing this game with Shikaku never got old. “You mean other than the fact that you chose to have sex with your wife in the kitchen of my nephew's penthouse when there are two very large bedrooms here?” he responded.
“The door was closed, Hyuuga.”
“This is the kitchen, Nara.”
“This is all your fault anyway. If you hadn't added porn-o pics and fuck-fest audio to this evening's dinner menu we wouldn't be in here going at it like randy deer.”
“If you weren't such a man-beast with the libido of a wild animal it wouldn't have made a difference.”
Shikaku smirked at the elder Hyuuga’s comment. If he moved any closer to the man he’d be in his lap, so he held his ground. “You jealous, Hyuuga?” he asked him.
“Not at all, Nara”, Hiashi responded. “In fact I was going to ask you to accommodate me if you had any energy left.”
Shikaku licked his lips, which were suddenly dry. He could see in the Hyuuga’s eyes that he wasn’t kidding and parts of him, both internal and external, he was stunned to realized, were nearly desperate to accommodate him.
Yoshino took in the scene silently, smiling.
“Sorry, Hyuuga”, he said after long moments. “At my age I don’t upshift that fast.”
“A rain check, then?” Hiashi countered without batting an eyelash.
Shikaku looked away. His first impulse was to say no, but he swallowed it, mostly because he was afraid his denial would surely and immediately precede his penis shriveling up and falling off his body.
There wasn’t a person in the penthouse who didn’t know that Shikaku wanted Hiashi, himself included. To go on denying his desire to take the man as his lover would be an exercise in futility.
Why was that first step so hard, and after so much time?
Shikaku looked up, prepared to respond—somehow—to the man’s request, and found him making eyes at his wife.
Shikaku looked back and forth between Hiashi and Yoshino, who was still flushed from her orgasm, and frowned.
“Hey…what the fuck are you looking at, Hyuuga?” Shikaku asked.
“She flushes perfectly when she comes, doesn't she?” Hiashi responded, not taking his eyes off Yoshino, who was smiling.
Shikaku scowled. “Don't talk about her flush. Don't look at her. Don't even think about her, Hyuuga.” He was feeling petulant; things were moving too fast for him.
“Relax, Shikaku,” Yoshino interjected, not taking her eyes off Hiashi. “He doesn't mean any harm.”
“It isn't appropriate for him to be discussing your orgasm!” Shikaku whined.
That’s a joke, right? “Why not?” Hiashi responded. “It isn't as if the three of us didn’t just participate in it, Nara.”
Shikaku was glaring at Hiashi then, who slowly turned to face him. He understood what Hiashi meant, but wasn’t ready to accept it.
“What do you say we all agree that what occurred in this room tonight stays in this room?” Shikaku asked.
“I have no problem with that, Nara”, Hiashi answered. “But I think you should know that what occurred in this room could be heard clearly outside of this room, and possibly by tenants in the neighboring penthouse.”
“All right, I get it”, Shikaku said. He motioned to his wife then. “Come, love, let's say goodnight to our son so we can be on our way.” Shikaku had had enough of choking on his indecision—and his cowardice.
Both Hiashi and Yoshino reacted to the elder Nara’s announcement that they were leaving.
Hiashi reached out a hand he placed gently on the elder Nara’s shoulder, stilling him with the electric warmth. The two men locked eyes. “You never answered my question, Nara”, Hiashi announced in a sexy voice, “and besides, I think your son has retired for the evening. He seemed a bit worn out.”
“Are you telling me your nephew didn't have the decency to keep his mitts to himself until after we were gone?” Shikaku asked, clearly avoiding the issue once again.
Hiashi made a face then, pulling his hand away. He’s like a rabbit that’s been cornered. It’s ridiculous. “What do you say we keep the word ‘decency’ out of this, hm?” Hiashi hesitated, and then added, “You don’t need to concern yourself over your son and my nephew, Nara. Neji takes very good care of the things that are important to him. I mean, he would have to, wouldn't he?”
Shikaku glared once more at Hiashi's indirect reference to the fact that Shikamaru bottoms for Neji.
Hiashi slid off the stool and away from Shikaku. “Why don't I see if I can find your son? Perhaps he isn't asleep yet.” Hiashi nodded to Yoshino before leaving the kitchen.
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“What are you waiting for, Shikaku?” Yoshino asked when she heard the kitchen door close. “Say something. Do something.”
Shikaku turned to look at his wife, who had risen from her chair at his behest and was now walking up to him. She placed a hand on her husband’s cheek. “I know you want him. He wants you too. If not tonight, then sometime. You’ve got to give him something, anything, before we leave tonight.”
“No I don’t”, Shikaku responded. “That one is like a horny teenager; he’ll keep at us until we give in.”
It was Yoshino’s turn to quirk a brow. “Don’t be so sure. Remember the scene with that talented little playmate of his in the dining room. Hiashi hasn’t exactly been saving it for us the past seven years. I doubt very seriously he spends any time alone out of necessity.”
“Shikaku”, Yoshino continued, “I want to feel him. And I want to feel you feeling him. We all know that won’t happen until you say yes.”
Shikaku watched his wife. She was right, of course. Still, it was hard.
He sighed. “Am I not enough for you anymore, love?” he teased, smirking.
“You’re too much for me, Shikaku”, she responded, placing a light kiss on his lips and smiling. “Now stop being a scaredy-cat and go out there and handle your business so we can go home. It’s been a long night.”
Yoshino gave her husband a meaningful stare before doing a scan of his person, making sure his clothing had been properly restored. She smoothed her dress down and smoothed her hair back, then took her husband’s hand in hers.
“Ready?” she asked him.
Shikaku nodded, smiling. Gods, he was so lucky to have her. He loved her so much.
Together they exited the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi found his nephew in the dining room alone, sitting at the table with his head hung as if in deep thought. He looked up when he heard Hiashi approaching.
“The Naras want to say goodnight to their son”, Hiashi told him.
Neji nodded. “I'll get him.”
Neji rose and followed Hiashi out of the dining room. They walked over to Yoshino, who stood alone near the kitchen. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air in the penthouse.
“Where’s Shikaku?” Hiashi asked Yoshino.
“In the bathroom”, was her response. She looked at Neji, who was turning to walk toward the hallway.
“Neji, wait a minute, please. I haven’t had a chance to talk to you tonight.”
“Of course, Mrs. Nara”, he responded.
Yoshino took the opportunity to meet those eyes with her own, looking back and forth between the two beautiful Hyuuga men, and smiled. It was almost too much that there were two of them, and the magnitude of the fact that one of them was committed to her son while the other wanted her and her husband was not lost on her.
She reached out a hand to stroke Neji’s cheek. “You really are a breathtaking creature. It's easy to see why my son is so taken with you.”
Neji took in the pretty, petite but toned raven-hair, deciding that he liked her even as he wondered if she’d washed the hand that was touching his face. “Thank you”, he responded.
“Will you be good to him?” she asked, biting her lip. She knew in her heart that he would, but needed to ask the question anyway.
“Yes, always.”
“Do you promise?”
“On my life.”
“Thank you, Neji.”
Yoshino smiled brightly, and Neji returned her smile with one of his own, deciding in that moment that he’d gained a mother, even if he knew that she and her husband were going to be intimately involved with his uncle.
“Stop gushing over the boy, love!” Shikaku announced as he emerged from the bathroom, walking over to where they stood near the kitchen.
Neji turned to face the elder Nara with steely eyes. “Mr. Nara”, Neji begins, “I assure you that I am not a boy, a fact to which I am confident your son can attest.”
Shikaku scowled at Neji. “Talk to me about it after you take my son’s foot-long in the ass, boy.”
Hiashi smirked, thinking to himself that the two of them reminded him of him and his late brother in their early years. “Well, Shikamaru doesn’t seem to be pressing the issue. Maybe he suffers from performance anxiety”, he stated, joining their fray.
“Uncle!” Neji exclaimed, glaring at Hiashi.
Shikaku faced off against Hiashi once more, scowling at him. “There isn't anything wrong with my son's performance, Hyuuga.”
Hiashi smirked. “Except that my nephew's is obviously better, Nara.”
“Uncle, please!”
“Yes, uncle, please!” Shikamaru repeated, walking the hallway from the bedroom to join them, still fully dressed. “Gods! Aren't you people tired of discussing what I do and don't do with my appendages?”
Shikamaru looked at his mother, who still looked slightly disheveled. “Mom, please take Dad home now, please?” He whined. How much more would he have to endure?
“We’re going, dear.” She kissed her son on the forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
“Let's go, Shikaku.” Yoshino took her husband's hand, leading him toward the door.
Shikaku stopped. “Shikamaru, let me just say one more thing before I go. A word. Atrophy.”
“Goodnight, Dad!” Shikamaru exclaimed, watching his parents walk toward the door.
He and Neji turned to Hiashi then, glaring.
Hiashi smirked. He knew what that glare meant. “Have fun tonight, kids.” Hiashi winked and then turned to leave. “Wait, I'll walk you out!” he called to the Naras, jogging to catch up to them.
“Why, so you can tell me some more about my son’s lack of sexual spirit? Did it ever occur to you that…”
The door closed behind the arguing elders.
Shikamaru turned to Neji. “I'll go lock the door”, he told him.
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A/N: And the dinner party, such as it was, is complete. Did you enjoy it?
So Tenten is gone, but certainly not forgotten. If the photographs are any indication, she won’t be lonely, LOL!
It appears that neither Hiashi nor Yoshino will stand by and allow Shikaku’s cold feet over their new dynamic prevent it from coming to pass, which is good, because Shikaku needs a little push!
If you like the pairing of Hiashi and Tenten, Kitling is currently penning a fic that promises to be good. Just go here: http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600097936 to read Faustus, and please leave a review with your thoughts.
Well, readers, the final piece of this fanfiction puzzle is about to fall into place. Brace yourselves, stay tuned to find out more and please leave a review!
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Getting Ready (based on chapter 12) http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Getting-Ready-107457725
TenTen Kitty http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/TenTen-Kitty-107550744
And a five-page ShikaHia doujin:
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-1-107668612
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-2-107669121
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http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-4-107670728
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Warning: unbeta’d; language; romance angst; het; UST; humor; yaoi
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Neji and Shikamaru made their way from the dining room toward the kitchen in determined strides, with Hiashi right behind them. The unmistakable sounds of someone having sex coming from the other side of the closed door stopped them all in their tracks.
“Gods on a ship”, Neji swore, sighing.
Shikamaru lowered his head, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “WHERE. IS. THE. GUN?” he asked.
Neji looked at his lover, feeling sorry for him. “Relax, Shikamaru”, he comforted him, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder and biting his lip. He now understood everything Shikamaru had been trying to tell him about his parents.
“You can always get a new kitchen”, Hiashi declared. The two police officers glared at him then.
“What?” Hiashi asked, staring back at them.
Just then Yoshino made a high-pitched noise from beyond the door. Neji looked at a suddenly wide-eyed, thoroughly mortified and blushing Shikamaru in recognition.
She sounds just like Shikamaru when I—Oh, Gods! Neji found himself completely at a loss for words. He wasn’t certain, but he didn’t think Hallmark even had a greeting card for an occasion such as this.
“Shikamaru”, Neji ventured, “why don’t you take some sake into the bedroom and try to relax. My uncle and I will handle this.”
Shikamaru, utterly defeated by the current circumstances, nodded wordlessly. He left the two men standing in front of the kitchen while he went to find sake.
Hiashi turned to Neji then. “Neji, are you sure it’s all right to leave him alone in the bedroom? Aren’t there loaded guns back there?”
Neji made a face at his uncle’s comment. “He’ll be fine, uncle.” Yoshino moaned loudly from inside the kitchen again. “Listen”, Neji entreated, “This seems to be a situation ideally suited to you for resolution—“
“I’m already ahead of you”, Hiashi responded as he stared at the kitchen door. He lifted his left hand and placed the palm flat against the door, feeling a mixture of giddiness and anxiety. He was eager to be part of what was happening beyond the door and considered the sounds they were making an open invitation to him.
There was also the matter of unfinished business between him and Shikaku.
“Whatever you hear, don’t come into the kitchen”, he warned Neji without looking back. “I’ll bring them out.”
Hiashi didn’t wait for acknowledgement. He turned the knob with his right hand, slowly pushing the door open enough to slip his body through, and then closed it gently behind him.
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Neji walked back toward the dining room, feeling defeated himself. He was still trying to wrap his brain around all that had happened.
He walked through the doors of the dining room, surveying the scene. Fresh memories of the dinner replayed in his mind but he shoved them aside. The dishes needed to be hauled into the kitchen. He could set them on the cart, but since his kitchen was currently…occupied, they would have to remain on the cart for now.
Neji sighed and took a seat in one of the chairs, shoulders slumped. He could admit to himself that his ideas about how this evening would go had not even come close to the actual outcome.
For instance, he had no idea that his uncle had apparently not only been the Naras’ lawyer many years ago but that the three of them had been close friends.
His uncle wanted to take their relationship to a more intimate level, and apparently Shikaku Nara, though hesitant, felt the same way.
Neji allowed himself to ponder Shikamaru’s father. Of course his uncle had been right about Shikamaru being a dead ringer for him. The handsome older man was undeniably sexy. Genital dimensions notwithstanding, it was easy to understand his uncle’s attraction to him.
Neji remembered the way the elder Nara defended his son. He smirked at the idea of Shikaku trying to protect Shikamaru when he himself was so vulnerable. Neji’s uncle wanted Shikaku and Yoshino, and Neji knew he wouldn’t stop at anything to have his way.
The thought made Neji look back toward his kitchen, though he couldn’t see it from where he sat. Only the gods knew what was happening in there. How would Neji ever prepare a meal in there again, much less go inside?
Neji turned back around and spotted an envelope sitting on the table from the corner of his eye. Curiosity made him stand up to reach across the table for it. He picked it up, and then looked around to see if anyone was coming before pulling the photographs out. What he saw made him drop back into his chair.
Neji’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. So THAT'S why my uncle told us she could deep-throat a can of malt liquor, he thought to himself, rotating the photograph to get a better look.
His brows furrowed then. “Gods on a ship!” Neji exclaimed in a low voice. “That Captain Sarutobi isn't human!”
Neji pulled another photograph from the stack, rotating it as well. He was pretty sure he’d never seen anyone that flexible before. And what did they do to that balance beam?
Neji snorted. His uncle had been right. The Kire would have to have abdominals of steel.
So much for her feminine wiles, Neji thought to himself as he perused the stack of pornographic photographs, stopping briefly at times to allow his eyes and his brain to catch up to each other. It’s a weapon she seems to use often enough, but she obviously can’t hit the broad side of a barn with it.
Neji slipped the photographs back into the envelope and tossed it onto the table in front of him. Shoots her 100 times out of 100 record all to hell.
Neji smoothed a stray hair back from his face.
Perhaps she should stick to blowguns.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi walked into the kitchen stealthily, instantly overwhelmed by the sight and scent in the room. His body shuddered from his head to his feet and his cock, which had been teased by the audio from before, was now standing at attention.
Yoshino was pressed against the kitchen counter with her dress up around her waist. Her slender, shapely legs were securely wrapped around her husband’s waist and her arms clutched at each other around her husband’s neck. Her husband was moving in and out of her with strong, deliberate strokes of his extra-long cock. His legs were shoulder-width apart and his pants and boxers pooled around his knees, exposing the lower portion of his ass. Hiashi quirked a brow, observing the way the elder Nara moved his hips and noting with curious interest the way the sounds he elicited from his wife changed as he altered his technique.
Hiashi licked his lips as if he could taste what he could see and smell on them. Neither of them had even noticed him in the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yoshino was trying to talk to her husband between passionate gasps. Her nearly-unintelligible grunts were indeed syllables and Hiashi imagined he knew what she was trying to vocalize. He could see her face clearly over her husband’s shoulder. It galvanized him to see her that way, with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her skin flushed, and her dark hair in disarray, helpless to do anything except feel.
She was beautiful.
Hiashi imagined her writhing that way beneath him, her body tensing as she was being swept away by their passion, and it made his cock twitch in his pants.
He slowly, quietly took a seat on a stool at the kitchen island, never once taking his eyes away from the scene in front of him.
He couldn’t trust his knees.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The lovers sensed the presence of someone else in the room at the same time. Yoshino opened her eyes at once, scanning the room before shortly making eye contact with the lustful, knowing eyes of Hiashi Hyuuga.
Their gazes locked. Hiashi’s eyes issued an unmistakable message, one that caused Yoshino to suddenly squeeze her eyes shut and clench as her orgasm seized her.
Shikaku, unable to stop his reaction, growled and exploded inside her, thrusting weakly as he rode it out.
The pair, still holding each other, moaned and grunted between pants for long minutes as they came down from their orgasms. Hiashi thought he heard Shikaku whisper something to Yoshino just before she opened those dark eyes and looked at him again, smiling weakly.
“Get out, Hyuuga”, Shikaku commanded without turning around.
Hiashi quirked a brow but didn’t move. Get out? What for? Modesty was pointless at this stage, wasn’t it?
Shikaku took his lack of action for his response. “Fine, then”, he said, “Turn around.”
Hiashi complied, turning to face the door of the kitchen. Behind him he heard the grunts and slosh of bodies separating, of paper towels being torn, water running in the sink and rustling from where they were likely cleaning themselves and readjusting their clothing. Hiashi waited until he was sure he’d heard Yoshino take a seat at the small table before turning around again.
A dark beady stare quickly found a knowing pale one. Shikaku said nothing, but merely watched. He could easily tell how affected Hiashi was by what he’d just witnessed, and that knowledge was affecting him as well.
“Shouldn't you be taking notes?” Shikaku asked in a mocking tone that belied his vulnerable feelings. Yoshino looked at her husband, but said nothing.
“No need”, Hiashi responded. “I have a pornographic memory.”
Shikaku snorted. “I think you mean photographic memory, lawyer.”
Hiashi smiled. “That too, chemist.”
Shikaku placed his hands on his hips. He walked toward Hiashi, who sat on a stool at the kitchen island, as if being pulled by an invisible thread. Hiashi was still neat and tidy, without a single hair out of place. He was gorgeous and sexy and it made Shikaku want to reach out and muss him.
He stopped when his thighs and Hiashi’s knees were no more than a foot apart, still watching the long-haired man. Shikaku’s body vibrated with anxiety.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't toss you out of a window for the way you blatantly peeped on my wife and me just now”, Shikaku said.
Hiashi was delighted to rise to the bait. Playing this game with Shikaku never got old. “You mean other than the fact that you chose to have sex with your wife in the kitchen of my nephew's penthouse when there are two very large bedrooms here?” he responded.
“The door was closed, Hyuuga.”
“This is the kitchen, Nara.”
“This is all your fault anyway. If you hadn't added porn-o pics and fuck-fest audio to this evening's dinner menu we wouldn't be in here going at it like randy deer.”
“If you weren't such a man-beast with the libido of a wild animal it wouldn't have made a difference.”
Shikaku smirked at the elder Hyuuga’s comment. If he moved any closer to the man he’d be in his lap, so he held his ground. “You jealous, Hyuuga?” he asked him.
“Not at all, Nara”, Hiashi responded. “In fact I was going to ask you to accommodate me if you had any energy left.”
Shikaku licked his lips, which were suddenly dry. He could see in the Hyuuga’s eyes that he wasn’t kidding and parts of him, both internal and external, he was stunned to realized, were nearly desperate to accommodate him.
Yoshino took in the scene silently, smiling.
“Sorry, Hyuuga”, he said after long moments. “At my age I don’t upshift that fast.”
“A rain check, then?” Hiashi countered without batting an eyelash.
Shikaku looked away. His first impulse was to say no, but he swallowed it, mostly because he was afraid his denial would surely and immediately precede his penis shriveling up and falling off his body.
There wasn’t a person in the penthouse who didn’t know that Shikaku wanted Hiashi, himself included. To go on denying his desire to take the man as his lover would be an exercise in futility.
Why was that first step so hard, and after so much time?
Shikaku looked up, prepared to respond—somehow—to the man’s request, and found him making eyes at his wife.
Shikaku looked back and forth between Hiashi and Yoshino, who was still flushed from her orgasm, and frowned.
“Hey…what the fuck are you looking at, Hyuuga?” Shikaku asked.
“She flushes perfectly when she comes, doesn't she?” Hiashi responded, not taking his eyes off Yoshino, who was smiling.
Shikaku scowled. “Don't talk about her flush. Don't look at her. Don't even think about her, Hyuuga.” He was feeling petulant; things were moving too fast for him.
“Relax, Shikaku,” Yoshino interjected, not taking her eyes off Hiashi. “He doesn't mean any harm.”
“It isn't appropriate for him to be discussing your orgasm!” Shikaku whined.
That’s a joke, right? “Why not?” Hiashi responded. “It isn't as if the three of us didn’t just participate in it, Nara.”
Shikaku was glaring at Hiashi then, who slowly turned to face him. He understood what Hiashi meant, but wasn’t ready to accept it.
“What do you say we all agree that what occurred in this room tonight stays in this room?” Shikaku asked.
“I have no problem with that, Nara”, Hiashi answered. “But I think you should know that what occurred in this room could be heard clearly outside of this room, and possibly by tenants in the neighboring penthouse.”
“All right, I get it”, Shikaku said. He motioned to his wife then. “Come, love, let's say goodnight to our son so we can be on our way.” Shikaku had had enough of choking on his indecision—and his cowardice.
Both Hiashi and Yoshino reacted to the elder Nara’s announcement that they were leaving.
Hiashi reached out a hand he placed gently on the elder Nara’s shoulder, stilling him with the electric warmth. The two men locked eyes. “You never answered my question, Nara”, Hiashi announced in a sexy voice, “and besides, I think your son has retired for the evening. He seemed a bit worn out.”
“Are you telling me your nephew didn't have the decency to keep his mitts to himself until after we were gone?” Shikaku asked, clearly avoiding the issue once again.
Hiashi made a face then, pulling his hand away. He’s like a rabbit that’s been cornered. It’s ridiculous. “What do you say we keep the word ‘decency’ out of this, hm?” Hiashi hesitated, and then added, “You don’t need to concern yourself over your son and my nephew, Nara. Neji takes very good care of the things that are important to him. I mean, he would have to, wouldn't he?”
Shikaku glared once more at Hiashi's indirect reference to the fact that Shikamaru bottoms for Neji.
Hiashi slid off the stool and away from Shikaku. “Why don't I see if I can find your son? Perhaps he isn't asleep yet.” Hiashi nodded to Yoshino before leaving the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“What are you waiting for, Shikaku?” Yoshino asked when she heard the kitchen door close. “Say something. Do something.”
Shikaku turned to look at his wife, who had risen from her chair at his behest and was now walking up to him. She placed a hand on her husband’s cheek. “I know you want him. He wants you too. If not tonight, then sometime. You’ve got to give him something, anything, before we leave tonight.”
“No I don’t”, Shikaku responded. “That one is like a horny teenager; he’ll keep at us until we give in.”
It was Yoshino’s turn to quirk a brow. “Don’t be so sure. Remember the scene with that talented little playmate of his in the dining room. Hiashi hasn’t exactly been saving it for us the past seven years. I doubt very seriously he spends any time alone out of necessity.”
“Shikaku”, Yoshino continued, “I want to feel him. And I want to feel you feeling him. We all know that won’t happen until you say yes.”
Shikaku watched his wife. She was right, of course. Still, it was hard.
He sighed. “Am I not enough for you anymore, love?” he teased, smirking.
“You’re too much for me, Shikaku”, she responded, placing a light kiss on his lips and smiling. “Now stop being a scaredy-cat and go out there and handle your business so we can go home. It’s been a long night.”
Yoshino gave her husband a meaningful stare before doing a scan of his person, making sure his clothing had been properly restored. She smoothed her dress down and smoothed her hair back, then took her husband’s hand in hers.
“Ready?” she asked him.
Shikaku nodded, smiling. Gods, he was so lucky to have her. He loved her so much.
Together they exited the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi found his nephew in the dining room alone, sitting at the table with his head hung as if in deep thought. He looked up when he heard Hiashi approaching.
“The Naras want to say goodnight to their son”, Hiashi told him.
Neji nodded. “I'll get him.”
Neji rose and followed Hiashi out of the dining room. They walked over to Yoshino, who stood alone near the kitchen. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air in the penthouse.
“Where’s Shikaku?” Hiashi asked Yoshino.
“In the bathroom”, was her response. She looked at Neji, who was turning to walk toward the hallway.
“Neji, wait a minute, please. I haven’t had a chance to talk to you tonight.”
“Of course, Mrs. Nara”, he responded.
Yoshino took the opportunity to meet those eyes with her own, looking back and forth between the two beautiful Hyuuga men, and smiled. It was almost too much that there were two of them, and the magnitude of the fact that one of them was committed to her son while the other wanted her and her husband was not lost on her.
She reached out a hand to stroke Neji’s cheek. “You really are a breathtaking creature. It's easy to see why my son is so taken with you.”
Neji took in the pretty, petite but toned raven-hair, deciding that he liked her even as he wondered if she’d washed the hand that was touching his face. “Thank you”, he responded.
“Will you be good to him?” she asked, biting her lip. She knew in her heart that he would, but needed to ask the question anyway.
“Yes, always.”
“Do you promise?”
“On my life.”
“Thank you, Neji.”
Yoshino smiled brightly, and Neji returned her smile with one of his own, deciding in that moment that he’d gained a mother, even if he knew that she and her husband were going to be intimately involved with his uncle.
“Stop gushing over the boy, love!” Shikaku announced as he emerged from the bathroom, walking over to where they stood near the kitchen.
Neji turned to face the elder Nara with steely eyes. “Mr. Nara”, Neji begins, “I assure you that I am not a boy, a fact to which I am confident your son can attest.”
Shikaku scowled at Neji. “Talk to me about it after you take my son’s foot-long in the ass, boy.”
Hiashi smirked, thinking to himself that the two of them reminded him of him and his late brother in their early years. “Well, Shikamaru doesn’t seem to be pressing the issue. Maybe he suffers from performance anxiety”, he stated, joining their fray.
“Uncle!” Neji exclaimed, glaring at Hiashi.
Shikaku faced off against Hiashi once more, scowling at him. “There isn't anything wrong with my son's performance, Hyuuga.”
Hiashi smirked. “Except that my nephew's is obviously better, Nara.”
“Uncle, please!”
“Yes, uncle, please!” Shikamaru repeated, walking the hallway from the bedroom to join them, still fully dressed. “Gods! Aren't you people tired of discussing what I do and don't do with my appendages?”
Shikamaru looked at his mother, who still looked slightly disheveled. “Mom, please take Dad home now, please?” He whined. How much more would he have to endure?
“We’re going, dear.” She kissed her son on the forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
“Let's go, Shikaku.” Yoshino took her husband's hand, leading him toward the door.
Shikaku stopped. “Shikamaru, let me just say one more thing before I go. A word. Atrophy.”
“Goodnight, Dad!” Shikamaru exclaimed, watching his parents walk toward the door.
He and Neji turned to Hiashi then, glaring.
Hiashi smirked. He knew what that glare meant. “Have fun tonight, kids.” Hiashi winked and then turned to leave. “Wait, I'll walk you out!” he called to the Naras, jogging to catch up to them.
“Why, so you can tell me some more about my son’s lack of sexual spirit? Did it ever occur to you that…”
The door closed behind the arguing elders.
Shikamaru turned to Neji. “I'll go lock the door”, he told him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: And the dinner party, such as it was, is complete. Did you enjoy it?
So Tenten is gone, but certainly not forgotten. If the photographs are any indication, she won’t be lonely, LOL!
It appears that neither Hiashi nor Yoshino will stand by and allow Shikaku’s cold feet over their new dynamic prevent it from coming to pass, which is good, because Shikaku needs a little push!
If you like the pairing of Hiashi and Tenten, Kitling is currently penning a fic that promises to be good. Just go here: http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600097936 to read Faustus, and please leave a review with your thoughts.
Well, readers, the final piece of this fanfiction puzzle is about to fall into place. Brace yourselves, stay tuned to find out more and please leave a review!