Inevitabile Resveglio

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Warning: language; angst; implied het; yaoi

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Shikaku lounged in the spring, eyes closed, breathing deeply and evenly. He was trying to calm his adrenaline-fueled body even as his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. He wondered what might be keeping the Hyuuga but resisted the urge to call out to him—or worse, to get out of the spring in an impatient huff and go into the bathroom and get him. This moment had been seven years in the making; the Nara had not come this far to screw it up. Besides, Hyuuga, he reasoned, must be feeling some anxiety too.

Shikaku reached for his cigarette and took a long drag. He was actually half-afraid of what he’d see when Hyuuga finally did emerge from the bathroom. The man had always been stunning; his presence was always something tangible to the Nara, even if he couldn’t see him or hear him. It was as if his radar had always been tuned to perfection to the Hyuuga’s frequency.

Today, of course, was no different.

For all that Shikaku had seen of Hiashi in various stages of undress, he’d never actually seen the man naked. Other than a handshake or an arbitrary arm wrapped around the man’s shoulder, they’d never really touched. In spite of their heady mutual desire, the boundaries between them had more or less remained sacred.

Until today, when those boundaries would dissolve into dust, and new boundaries would be established in their stead.

Shikaku could hardly wait. He’d dreamt of finally discovering Hiashi’s taste and scent...never more than in the past week. He needed to hear the sounds the man made as he drove himself into him. How would his name sound when being called out in the heat of passion by that proper male voice?

So proper. Hiashi was always so put-together, even when he was being casual. Rarely was a hair ever out of place and it if was, it only added to the man’s sensual appeal. He was always well-groomed, well-dressed, well…everything. It belied his perpetual kid-at-heart personality.

He was also very male. Sure, he was handsome in a beautiful and slightly exotic way, but it did nothing to detract from his basic masculinity. Beneath that layer of breeding, Hiashi Hyuuga was all man.

And that man wanted Shikaku. They wanted each other.

The Nara thought there was something powerfully sexy in two masculine men opening themselves up to each other, revealing their mutual need. And, well, a little scary, too—but powerfully sexy in a way that shouldn’t—couldn’t—be ignored. Shikaku was determined to take great pleasure in giving Hiashi what he wanted.

The Nara opened his eyes and stared out of the room at the beauty of the garden. He realized that everything around him at that moment was a thing of pristine beauty.

He had to smile to himself a little about that.

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Hiashi emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his lean waist, electing to forego the traditional yukata provided in the suite. He stood there, willing himself to go slowly, his hands still trembling. He found Shikaku where he’d left him, in the spring facing the garden. If the man had moved from that position since Hiashi had last seen him he couldn’t tell.

Shikaku tensed anew upon hearing the opening and closing of the bathroom door. When he didn’t hear footsteps approaching right away, he looked over his shoulder in Hiashi’s general direction.

Get in here, his mind demanded of his guest. “You’re not waiting for another invitation, are you?” Shikaku asked in a voice that hinted at his impatience.

Hiashi smiled, strolling as casually as he could toward the spring to get in. “I didn’t know you were in a hurry”, he responded. “Is there a schedule I should be aware of?”

Shikaku shook his head slowly. “Not tonight.” He allowed his eyes to fall on the man who stood above him to his left, assessing him from his bare feet to his covered midriff and then, finally, to his face, where their eyes met.

Hiashi’s breath caught.

Shikaku gulped.

Neither man missed the other’s reaction.

An image from the corner of his eye teased the Hyuuga, compelling him to look away from Shikaku at someone walking past on the stone path through the garden. He could tell by the uniform the man wore that he was an employee of the hotel, but it was enough to make Hiashi uncomfortably aware that where they were was uncovered to public eyes.

“I’m going close this”, Hiashi announced, moving around the spring toward the garden. He was practically naked, horny as a toad and nervous as all get-out. The last thing he needed now was an uninvited audience.

Shikaku watched the muscles in Hiashi’s shoulders bunch and flex as he reached for the sliding door and pulled it until the view of the garden was gone.

He kept his eyes on the Hyuuga as he returned, noting the tension in the man’s body and ignoring the way his own cock was reacting to what his eyes beheld. Both men were nervous wrecks. Why did decorum dictate that they had to wait before they could jump each other? To skip the pleasantries…would that be so terrible?

Hiashi walked back over to the top of the steps leading into the spring. In one swift, clean movement, he pulled the towel away from his body with one hand, revealing his semi-erect nudity, and tossed it to the side before carefully stepping down the steps into the blissfully hot water of the spring. He positioned himself directly across from Shikaku on the other side of the small spring, as though mindful of some invisible boundary.

The two men eyed each other silently, both bodies thrumming with anticipation.

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“Where is your wife?” Hiashi asked.

“Not here—not yet anyway”, Shikaku responded. “Apparently she felt we needed some ‘male bonding’ time—you know, to get comfortable with each other again.” He let out a long sigh, spawned from his irrational feeling of having been abandoned. “She’ll be here in the morning”, he announced, reassuring himself.

Hiashi contemplated Shikaku’s comment. Yoshino would arrive in the morning, leaving the two of them alone for the entire evening. The Hyuuga had a feeling there would be nothing left of him for her by the time she arrived.

But he was glad to have the time alone with Shikaku. He did agree that it was necessary…for both of them.

He’d have to remember to get Yoshino another sparkly expensive something as a thank-you for her consideration.

“Were you ever comfortable with me to begin with?” Hiashi asked, cocking his head as he watched the bearded man. “I remember a very skittish Nara anytime we were together without Yoshino.”

Shikaku lowered his head. He couldn’t meet Hiashi’s eyes. He understood well what the man referred to.

The sound of the water in the spring was almost deafening now.

“What were you afraid of, I wonder? Especially when you were the one holding all the cards”, Hiashi continued.

“You say”, Shikaku responded. Most of the time they spent together left him feeling anything but in control.

“Am I wrong?” Hiashi contended. “Did anything at any point during any of the time we spent together occur without your consent?”

Shikaku couldn’t say that it had. He knew better.

He shook his head, still unable to meet Hiashi’s intense gaze. He couldn’t admit that it wasn’t his fear that something would happen without his consent that compelled him to break them up, it was that something would happen with it—something he wouldn’t be able to stop if he wanted to.

Something that would have given all the cards to Hiashi instead.

“What is it, Nara? What can I do to make this feel right for you?”

Shikaku closed his eyes. Hiashi’s choice of words caused his stomach to do a flip-flop.

“What do you want from this, Hyuuga?” Shikaku asked him, still not meeting his eyes. “Are you going to let me fuck you, watch me make love to my wife, and then go off and spend your nights with someone else?”

Hiashi quirked a brow. You mean like Tenten? “Is that how you think I’m living these days?” he responded, reassured by what he suspected was nothing more than Shikaku’s jealousy.

“I don’t have a clue how you’re living these days.”

“Well then…permit me to paint you a picture. I work about 80 hours a week, give or take. I either dine with my colleagues, which is rare, or I dine alone. While the opportunities for companionship do present themselves—Tenten having been one of those—I rarely take them. I find I have developed peculiar—and very specific—tastes in my advancing age.”

Shikaku looked up at hearing this, training his eyes on the man in front of him. He was all scary intensity and caveman.

Hiashi loved it.

“That doesn’t sound like much of a life”, Shikaku told him.

“Is yours any better?” Hiashi quickly countered, melting under that hard, dark gaze. “How much time do you and Yoshino spend at Nara Labs? When was the last time you had any fun?”

“My wife and I have a lot of fun together”, Shikaku contended.

Hiashi smiled, revealing perfectly-aligned white teeth. “Fun being only part of who you really are?” he asked.

The question struck Shikaku like a blow to the chest. He maintained eye contact with the long-haired man and tried not to let on. “What do you mean?” he asked, surprised his voice didn’t crack.

“Nara…since the day we all met I’ve watched you pretend to be a normal working schlub, trying like hell to suppress the raging alpha beast you’ve been underneath all along.”

Hiashi’s words hit home again and it took every ounce of Shikaku’s resolve to suppress an acute urge to bolt. A surge of panic rose in him again, and he looked down, trying to calm himself with even breathing. Suddenly he didn’t think he could survive the night with the Hyuuga alone, without Yoshino.

“That may be, but it was a necessary compromise”, Shikaku found himself responding after a longer-than-desired silence. “I had my family to think about. I run a family business. It just wouldn’t have done to have been running around with my wife and our lover.”

“I was your lawyer”, Hiashi countered calmly. “No one would have questioned our familiar relationship.”

“You’re assuming no one ever did”, Shikaku said. He was becoming increasingly annoyed. Hiashi’s words were breaking him down. Why were they talking at all? They were naked, willing and hanging on to the remnants of their control by a string.

At least Shikaku was.

Hiashi quirked a brow. “Is that why you rejected me? Because someone thought we were all too chummy?”

Shikaku snorted. “Hyuuga, are you really that oblivious to the kind of attention you attract?”

He shook his head then. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter.”

“Okay”, Hiashi concurred. “So what’s changed, Nara?” he asked, ignoring the annoyance he heard in Shikaku’s words. “Why now?”

“Because, I’m done trying to please anyone else. As long as my wife and my son support this, I’m not going to fight it any more.” He dared to meet Hiashi’s icy, lustful stare. “I’ve been a good boy for 28 years. I’ve done my time.”

The Hyuuga suppressed an urge to bite his lip. “So what do you want to do now, Nara?” he asked, making his voice low and sexy instead, his heartbeat picking up speed in anticipation of Shikaku’s response.

It was here—the Nara’s moment of truth, and surprisingly, he did not hesitate. He moved away from his perch against the opposite wall of the spring and over to stand in front of the Hyuuga. His arms breached the surface of the water as he braced one against the wall of the spring on either side of Hiashi’s body, trapping the long-haired man between them.

He was here. Hyuuga was here with him alone, in all his naked glory, wet—and willing, if the way their cocks kissed repeatedly beneath the water’s surface was any indication.

He searched the handsome face of the shorter man, finding lust and determination in the eyes that watched him back.

They stood there that way, the sound of their mutual panting and the sensation of their hyper erections grazing each other dominating the moment.

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“Why are you really here?” Shikaku blurted. He couldn’t stop himself from asking the question. He wasn’t sure why he needed to hear his answer, especially now, when they were so close--but he did.

“Because I belong here”, Hiashi quickly answered in a confident voice, never taking his eyes from the scarred man’s face. “I belong with you and Yoshino.”

Tired of the Nara’s hesitance, he moved forward, teasing the man’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, tasting him a little before pulling back. He felt his body jolt at the gentle contact and smiled. “You know I do, Nara--though your fear may try to convince you otherwise.”

Hiashi reached up to trace the deep scar on Shikaku’s cheek with the tip of one finger. He watched him lick his lips and his smile grew wider. “You can’t deny this anymore.” The long-haired man shook his head. “I won’t let you.”

Hiashi moved forward again, intent on initiating their first real kiss. To Shikaku, he seemed to move in slow motion. His cock jumped madly beneath the water. The Hyuuga’s words and teasing touches were vaporizing his control along with the steam rising from the water. He had to touch him now—fighting the urge was actually draining him.

He reached up to place a strong hand on each of the Hyuuga’s shoulders. Without warning, he turned the man away from him to face the window in front of them and used his own body to press Hiashi forward against the wall of the spring, sandwiching his body between them.

Hiashi reached up with his hands to brace himself for the impact as his body met the wall. He felt the Nara’s long, animated cock against his ass and his heart beating wildly against his back and moaned. Gods, yes! From behind him, the Nara pressed his hot mouth to his ear.

“Be careful what you wish for, pretty boy”, Shikaku breathed, thrusting his cock against him. “I can guarantee you’ll be cock-whipped to within an inch of your sanity by dawn. You won’t have a brain cell left capable of thinking about anything but the pleasure of me plowing into you—once you finally regain consciousness, that is.” He bit the lobe of Hiashi’s ear for emphasis. The shudder he received in response made him smile, and his cock twitched again.

Hiashi didn’t doubt the truth of Shikaku’s words, having watched him make love to his wife. His cock jumped, his ass clenched, and he shuddered again at the thought of that extra-long cock exploiting his prostate until he was coming all over everything. He was a twitching mess in the Nara’s arms.

“Stop trying to frighten me away, Nara, it won’t work”, Hiashi told him, pushing back shamelessly against the hard body that teased him. “I’m not the one who’s spent the past seven years running away.”

Shikaku was too stunned by the feel of that body pressing against him to acknowledge Hiashi’s comment. Gods, it was so fucking hot! He reached around and fisted the Hyuuga’s excited cock beneath the surface of the water, pleased by the feel of his hand surrounding that twitching hardness, and stroked it twice, slowly, for emphasis. Hiashi moaned and shuddered more, his head falling back against his tormentor’s shoulder.

“Come on”, Shikaku said.

He’d honored decorum long enough.

He stepped away from Hiashi and got out of the spring. The Hyuuga flinched at the sudden loss of heat and stimulation but moved after him quickly, suppressing the urge to reach for his hand.

Hiashi walked out of the room but before he could get his bearings he was flush against the wall across from the bed, feet entangled with those of the naked man as he pushed his tongue into his mouth.

It was their first kiss. Hiashi responded in a flash, palming Shikaku’s face in his hands as their eager tongues learned each other’s mouths. He felt the Nara’s arms enclose him and his hands sliding between him and the wall to grab his ass, squeezing it and pulling him even closer.

“Are you ready for me?” Shikaku breathed between kisses and nips to Hiashi’s ear. The Hyuuga blinked slowly and moaned, trying to remember the question. It was difficult with Shikaku thrusting that hard cock against him.

“I’ve been suppressing this for seven years. I don’t know that I have it in me to be gentle tonight”, the Nara announced.

“There you go…trying to scare me away again”, Hiashi managed. He loved the way Shikaku manhandled him. He wanted more. They were both so warm, and their scents—the combination of their heated arousal was like a drug to both men.

“That’s the only disclaimer you’re getting, Hyuuga. As of now, all bets are off.”

“You promise?” Hiashi breathed in a voice that belied his spiking anxiety.

Yes, he wanted to endure the brunt of the Nara’s passion. He’d spent the past seven years dreaming about it. The reality, however, was that he had never taken anything anywhere near thirteen inches long up his ass, not even a toy that he himself owned. He was a relative virgin to the entire experience. Though the prospect was somewhat daunting, he considered it his contribution to their new relationship.

“You’re going to learn not to taunt me, Hyuuga.”

They broke apart long enough for Shikaku to urge Hiashi toward the closer bed, where the Hyuuga crawled on his hands and knees and quickly made his way to the center, making sure to give the Nara a good look at his backside. Using the most seductive expression he could muster, he looked back over his shoulder.

The sight that met his eyes nearly stopped his heart.

Shikaku stood at the foot of the bed with his legs slightly apart and his damp hair falling in loose waves to his shoulders. His lips were slightly parted, his dark eyes boring into him. His tall, lean body stood like a sentry at the foot of the bed and one hand was stroking the longest erection Hiashi had ever seen up close.

The Hyuuga’s eyes flashed and his ass clenched again at the sight. Daunting or not, he wanted all that inside him.

“On your back, Hyuuga”, Shikaku commanded.

Hiashi complied with enthusiasm, galvanized by the authority in Shikaku’s voice. Before he was all the way down the Nara was over him, their cocks brushing together as he violated the man’s mouth with his tongue again.

“Sweet”, Shikaku breathed after coming up for air. His cock was twitching madly. He almost couldn’t believe that Hiashi Hyuuga was lying naked beneath him in a bed in a ryokan³ in Hokkaido where they would spend the evening alone together.

He was determined to drain the man’s balls dry.

Shikaku watched the lust-glazed eyes of the man beneath him, deciding that he definitely liked the look on Hiashi. He startled the Hyuuga with gentle tugs to his hair and nips to his collarbone, moving lower on the man’s body each time a moan or a gasp escaped his lips. He flattened his tongue over one sensitive nipple before taking the other one between his teeth and biting down, feeling the man’s resulting hiss down his own spine. His cock left a trail of pre-cum on Hiashi’s abdomen he was only too happy to scoop up with a finger and rub onto the man’s eager lips. The Hyuuga accepted the finger into his mouth, sucking the fluid from its tip and reveling in the taste of his lover’s essence, wanting more.

When Shikaku reached his destination he worked quickly, pulling his finger from Hiashi’s mouth and, in one swift and unexpected movement, pushing the man’s knees further apart and lowering his head to take that cock into his throat.

“Ah, Nara!” Hiashi squealed, squeezing his eyes shut as he arched. It was too much! Shikaku had him on sensory overload, incapable of doing anything but reacting to his rapid-fire seduction. He tried to push him away, knowing he would come at any moment; but the feel of the Nara’s hair between his fingers and that warm, wet mouth on his cock robbed him of his will. Instead the scarred man, inflamed by the sound of the man beneath him calling out his name, took that hot, hard cock deeper into his throat, tasting him, diligently sucking and licking in concert with the Hyuuga's moans and gasps of pleasure.

When he was sure Hiashi was about to explode, Shikaku pulled his mouth away. That sound the man made in protest was ignored by him, who moved over the top of his writhing body.

He took Hiashi's face in his hand again and lowered his head to lock lips with the man, who responded eagerly. Their tongues danced for a few moments until Shikaku pulled away to look at him.

Suddenly, Hiashi shoved the index and middle finger of one hand into his mouth, coating them gratuitously with his saliva, then removed them to bring them down to breach his bloom.

Yes. Shikaku licked his lips again.

Fuck, he thought as he looked into those half-lidded lavender eyes, and his cock thumped against his abdomen in agreement. Hiashi spit-stretching himself to take his cock had to be one of the most erotic things he’d ever witnessed.

It also sent an unmistakable message: take me.

Fuck me.

Own me.

Yes. “Hold on”, Shikaku said, reaching for a small case on the nightstand.

Hiashi watched with interest as Shikaku pulled a tube of lubricant and a plastic syringe sealed in cellophane from the bag. The Nara set the bag down next to them on the bed. He opened the tube, unwrapped the syringe, stuck it through the hole at the top of the tube and pulled the nozzle up, filling the chamber. He pulled the full syringe from the tube and put the tube back inside the case.

Shikaku set the syringe aside, and then stuck two of his own fingers into Hiashi’s mouth. The Hyuuga eagerly sucked them in, coating them with his saliva while stretching himself with his own fingers.

The Nara watched him intently, his extra-long erection thumping against his abdomen. He removed his fingers from the Hyuuga’s mouth and moved them down to join the others in Hiashi’s ass.

Hiashi flinched and then hissed at the additional penetration. There were four thick fingers working themselves around in his ass, stretching him brusquely; at least two of them were on the hunt for the Hyuuga’s prostate.

Hiashi moaned when a finger finally grazed it. He howled when the finger began tormenting it. The disruptive combination of pain and pleasure was short-circuiting his already addled brain.

Shikaku smiled. The pleasure sounds the Hyuuga made had been the stuff of his fantasies. He pumped his fingers in and out of that crowded hole in frenzy. He could tell from the way Hiashi moved on them that he was ready, and it was a good thing. His own neglected cock was beyond tired of waiting.

Hiashi panted as he slipped his fingers out. Shikaku pulled out his fingers as well, reaching for the syringe.

Hiashi watched Shikaku position the syringe at his bloom. He slipped the nozzle completely inside of him and slowly pushed, emptying the chamber into the man beneath him. Hiashi hissed at the coldness challenging the heat of his insides. It was definitely a new sensation for him.

Shikaku removed the syringe and set it on the nightstand. He pulled a condom from the case and opened it, sheathing himself efficiently.

Hiashi watched in amazement. He’d never actually seen a foot-long condom before.

Shikaku picked up the tube and used it to quickly lubricate his sheathed erection, galvanized by the lustful, pleading look in Hiashi’s eyes.

Shikaku bent forward, taking the tip of his cock and rubbing it against Hiashi's winking bloom. He applied slight pressure but did not press himself inside.

Oh, no! “Please!” Hiashi begged, arching his body in an attempt to get that cock to penetrate him. He was so worked up he was barely coherent, so close to having that cock inside him he could hardly contain himself. Shikaku’s seduction had all the force of a hurricane that had effortlessly swept him away.

“Please what?” the Nara murmured, watching the pale-eyed man’s pained, lustful expression. He applied slightly more pressure but still didn’t push himself in.

Shikaku was impressed with his own resolve. His libido was screaming at him to take the sexy man beneath him immediately, roughly. But his brain had different ideas. He didn’t want to injure Hiashi on their first night together.

“Fuck, Nara…what?” the Hyuuga breathed in frustration.

And he loved the sound of that potent, proper voice laced with desperation, barely capable of forming even simple sentences, calling out to him, begging to be taken. It was almost too much.

I’m going to make you insane with want of me. Of us.

“You want it all?” Shikaku asked him, pulling back a little when Hiashi arched again.

“Every inch, Nara, please.” Hiashi thought he sounded like a junkie, ripe for a fix, but he didn’t care. He’d dreamt of this. He’d jerked off to the fantasy more times than he’d ever admit to, particularly in the past seven days.

He hadn’t realized his body was even still capable of that kind of recovery.

“That’s going to be very painful, Hyuuga, you must know that.” He wrapped a hand around Hiashi’s erection, stunned by its heat. Shikaku figured he would probably cum soon after he was penetrated, if not in that instant. “Is that what you want? To feel pain?” Shikaku pressed his cock against him a little until it was stretching the bloom, but not breaching it, before pulling back again.

“Ah, Nara! It’s not about pain”, he growled. “It’s…it’s about you. I want you inside me.” Hiashi began to arch frantically then, using strong arms and muscular legs to try to pull the Nara closer, to make him penetrate him. What more did the man want from him?

“Or can’t you handle that, chemist?”

The taunt was deliberate, aimed at goading Shikaku into giving in, and it worked like a charm. The scarred man’s eyes flashed and his expression changed the second before he let go of Hiashi’s cock, braced himself and then pushed the hard bulbous head of his own cock into the arching man below him, hissing at the heat and tightness.

“Oh fuck!” The words were forced from Shikaku’s throat. He hadn’t expected it to be quite so tight. He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again, just in time.

"AH, NARA!" Hiashi shouted before his eyes rolled back and he erupted, the hot, sticky liquid shooting out between the squirming bodies of the two men.

“Ah, yes”, Shikaku hissed in approval. Just as he suspected, Hiashi came calling out the Nara’s name with only the head of Shikaku’s cock piercing him. He watched the long-haired man twitch as he released one more spurt of cum before his eyes fluttered shut and his body fell lax against the bed.

Shikaku leaned forward carefully to examine the man, and then smirked.

Out cold.

Shikaku eased himself out of Hiashi’s body with a grunt. He plopped down beside him on the bed, propping his head up on one arm as he leisurely took in the man's flushed skin and wild hair, and smiled.

Yoshino isn't the only one who flushes perfectly when she comes.

He thought about what had just occurred. Their coupling, though brief, was intense. Had it been that way because they'd wanted it for so long?

Shikaku reached over and ran a finger through the hot cum on Hiashi’s chest, pulling it back to finally taste the man’s savory essence. It was different from the taste of his own, as he expected. To him, Hiashi was like a very expensive bottle of sake—something for the palate to absorb slowly, thoroughly; an experience to be enjoyed over and over in the mind long after it ended.

He'd wait for Hiashi to come to so they could start again. He’d busy himself getting the man cleaned up in the meantime.

Besides, Shikaku needed aspirin. He had a little headache now, no doubt the result of the angry erection he still sported being strangled within the latex sheath he still wore.

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A/N:

(3) A traditional Japanese hotel. http://www.ryokan.or.jp/english/what/index.html

All right, part one of this tale, though a bit messy, is complete. Did you like it? Stay tuned for part two and please leave a review!