Inevitabile Resveglio
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Part Two, Chapter One: The Consummation
A/N: Hello all! My fan artists are back in action!
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Butterflies-115836132
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/The-Front-Desk-115940703
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A special thank you to crazyaanglover of deviantART for her wonderful rendering and to sonotgoingthere for her magnificent beta-jutsu.
Thank you, readers, for your support. It is greatly appreciated.
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Warning: language; angst; yaoi
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Shikaku got up from the bed and padded into the bathroom, removing the condom from his frustrated cock. He tossed it in the empty wastebasket and it landed with a light ‘thunk’ at the bottom.
He walked up to the sink and washed his hands, and then leaned forward to splash cold water on his face. It felt good against his heated skin.
He stood upright then, gazing at his reflection in the mirror as he pondered the evening’s events. He watched as droplets of water streamed down his face and off his beard.
It all felt so…illicit.
Hiashi Hyuuga was out cold on a bed in the other room, defeated by his first orgasm at Shikaku’s hands. It had been quite a memorable experience, so far.
The Nara smirked at his reflection in spite of himself. He felt like an unsupervised teenager who had just had sex in his parents’ bed.
He was ready to get back into bed with Hiashi and violate him. He hoped to spend the night listening to those needy, wanton sounds his touches evoked from him. He was ready to have his first orgasm with him. And his cock—
Hiashi was average in that department, which Shikaku surmised might have been the only thing about him that ever would be.
But it wasn’t that he minded, because he didn’t—in fact he was quite appreciative of it.
It meant that Shikaku would be able to take all of Hiashi’s cock into his mouth at once with little effort.
Shikaku closed his eyes at the memory of that appendage--smooth, warm, and hard against his tongue, with its musky flavor. It was the first time he’d tasted that in twenty-eight years.
He could hardly describe the pleasure it had given him.
Shikaku enjoyed the male body as much as he enjoyed the female body. Years of experiencing both men and women take their pleasure with his had taught him how. He wasn’t shy about taking a man’s member into his hand, or his mouth, and he’d even experimented with taking it in his ass. To the Nara, pleasure was not a man-on-woman ideal; both genders were adequately equipped for the giving and receiving of it. Both bodies were beautiful, sensual, sexual playgrounds.
He hadn’t been intimate with a man in a long time. But it hadn’t lost its appeal for him—especially now.
Tonight he was with Hiashi Hyuuga.
Hiashi, who’d been his greatest temptation in all of thirty years.
Hiashi, who’d shamelessly begged for his cock.
Hiashi, who with his mystical eyes, long, lush hair, sweet mouth, sexy voice, tall, lean form and tight ass was now the exclusive playground of Shikaku and Yoshino Nara.
Shikaku grabbed a towel and dried his face and hands, and then tossed it onto the counter. The sound of water running outside of the bathroom caused him to look over his shoulder at the door.
He’s awake.
A smirk morphed the scarred man’s expression as more sexy thoughts filled his mind.
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Hiashi opened his eyes to the out-of-focus view of a dimly-lit ceiling in a room he did not readily recognize. He blinked slowly. As the scent of maleness and sex in the room became sharper, so did his vision--and his memory.
A smile split the sexy man’s features as he looked to either side of him for his partner. It wilted when he realized he was lying there alone. He looked at his chest, which was covered with his half-crusted cum, and made a face of distaste. Where was Shikaku? He looked toward the bathroom, intent on going to get himself cleaned up. The door was closed. Shikaku was probably in there, he surmised. He decided to go into the makeshift kitchen and clean himself up.
He sat up, gingerly. His ass was mildly sore from the stretching, and he could still feel the gratuitous amounts of lubricant inside. He made another face of distaste when his movements to get off the bed resulted in awkward noises.
He got up, slipped his feet into the nearest pair of slippers and walked toward the kitchenette. There were dish towels lying on the counter next to the sink. He turned on the hot water, grabbed a dish towel and saturated it beneath the steaming stream. He wrung it out and then began to wipe the cum from the hair on his chest and abs. The towel burned his skin, but he took little note of it.
Disappointment had contaminated his mood and begun to numb him.
Hiashi had come a long way, at the behest of the two people he wanted most in the world. Their rendezvous started out well—he’d arrived early, managed to wrest a key to the room out of a hot clerk at the front desk and even got the room door open with said key on the first try. By the time he’d been there thirty minutes he’d gotten naked and engaged in some hot and heavy petting with one of them. Tonight he’d experienced his first kiss with Shikaku Nara before getting over-excited and then passing out from his first orgasm with him, a hair-trigger event that was easily the most stunning—and embarrassing--orgasm he’d had in seven long years…
Only to wake up from it alone. Again.
Like always, it seemed.
Why was he allowing it to bother him so? The evening wasn’t over. Hell, it had only just begun. It was 5:30 in the evening; still light outside. Shikaku hadn’t abandoned him. Once he emerged from the bathroom, they could start again.
And Hiashi did want to start again. He rinsed the towel under the water and then held it a few moments before rubbing it over his chest again. There was a laundry list of things he wanted to do with the Nara floating around in his mind. He could still remember the sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, stark naked, holding that solid cock like a weapon. His whole body twitched again at the memory. Hiashi wanted—needed—to feel Shikaku pushing that hard cock in deep. He wanted him to know exactly how he affected him.
Hiashi wanted to know too. He wanted Shikaku to feed him that cock until he was choking on it. He wanted him to see his lips wrapped around him and he wanted to hear him call out his name when he came, thick bursts of so much cum going down his throat that he thought he would drown in it before he could swallow it all. Afterward, he wanted to fall asleep with him—beside him, between him and Yoshino, even at the foot of the bed; at this point, he didn’t care.
What he knew for sure was that he didn’t want to have to wake up alone.
A trail of hot water he failed to wipe off managed to reach his flaccid cock, stinging him a little and bringing him out of his thoughts. He hissed at the sensation, tossing the soiled towel in the sink and grabbing a clean one from the stack to dry himself off. He turned off the water and tossed the towel back onto the counter, rubbing his fingertips over his chest and abs in search of any spots he might have missed. He was clean, but his chest and abs were red.
“Did you get it all?” a raspy voice from behind the long-haired man asked.
Hiashi nearly jumped out of his skin. In the midst of his pouting he failed to notice that Shikaku had emerged from the bathroom. He turned around to find the scarred man standing there naked, absently stroking his erection with one hand and looking at him with an odd expression.
Shikaku was hard again, he noted. Or was it that he was still hard? Hiashi wasn’t sure, but he didn’t think they’d come together.
He absently licked his lips at the sight of that cock standing tall in its owner’s hand. It was magnificent.
In fact, the sight of the man in all his full-frontal glory was overwhelming. Gods, he was just so sexy.
“Nara”, Hiashi finally declared, his heart racing in his chest.
Shikaku smirked then, advancing on the man, who seemed preoccupied.
“Did you get it all?” he asked Hiashi again. “Let’s see.”
Hiashi watched wordlessly as Shikaku walked up to him, dipped his head and stunned him again with deliberate strokes of his flattened tongue across his collarbone and up his nape on the right, sweeping Hiashi’s hair out of the way with his hand.
Hiashi blinked slowly and sighed deeply as he surrendered, positioning his head to give Shikaku more access. He felt some of the tension leave him, and he could feel the heat of the Nara’s cock pressed against his abdomen.
Gods, he’s doing it again, Hiashi thought to himself. If I don’t gather my wits he’ll have me against the ropes like this all night.
A soft moan escaped his throat as he slid his arms around the Nara’s waist, pulling him closer, conveying his need.
Shikaku lifted his head long enough to stare into lust-glazed pastel eyes before dipping his head to resume his tongue bath on Hiashi’s left side.
“Ah”, Hiashi exclaimed when a hand moved between them to grasp his cock, reawakened by the assault of sensations.
He wanted to feel the tongue that was laving his throat on his cock again.
“Nara”, he breathed, running the palms of his hands over the Nara’s warm ass. He felt so good in his hands. It felt so good to indulge and be indulged this way after so many years of wanting. He had honored the wishes of the man embracing him and restrained himself for so long…too long if the actions of that man were any indication. What had he been so afraid of? When they could have been doing this…
Hiashi squeezed the mound in each of his hands before running his hands up over the muscles of Shikaku’s back, smirking when a breathy moan escaped the taller man.
Shikaku raised his head, training his eyes on the man in front of him. Icy lavender orbs reflected his undeniable lust back at him.
“You’ve done a very thorough job”, Shikaku began, moistening his lips with his tongue, “but I’m afraid you’re about to get messy all over again.”
Gods yes, Hiashi thought to himself, moving his hands around and up to cup the Nara’s face and then leaning in to press his lips against it.
Shikaku’s mouth was warm, his tongue inviting. Hiashi closed his eyes and enmeshed his tongue with the Nara’s. He tasted his own skin in the taller man’s mouth.
“You’ll have to…clean me off next time”, Hiashi breathed through their sensual kiss.
“It will be my pleasure”, Shikaku responded.
He deepened their kiss, moving his hands around to cup the Hyuuga’s face as well. Mouths tantalized each other as bodies moved impossibly closer, communicating their rising mutual passion. Shikaku was absently conscious of his painfully purple erection twitching against Hiashi’s cock, which was now at full attention again.
“Back to bed, Hyuuga.”
As four little words went, they were music to Hiashi’s ears.
They broke apart. Shikaku turned to walk toward the bed. Hiashi was hot on his heels. The urge to reach for the Nara’s hand won out this time. He slid his hand into the other’s hand in one smooth gesture and gripped it firmly, smiling when that hand gripped his in return.
When they both reached the bed, Hiashi turned to Shikaku, releasing his hand.
“Lie on your back, I want to taste more of you”, he directed.
Gods. Shikaku could have cum right then at the sound of that request. Hiashi on his knees with his mouth around his cock was right off his wish list.
That’s when the reality it hit him. Hiashi Hyuuga had just asked him to lie on his back so that he could taste him. How many men—or women, for that matter--could claim they had ever received the same request? How many more men and women wished they could?
The Nara was suddenly feeling full of himself. Hiashi was definitely into what was happening, of that there was no question. He was definitely into him.
And as much as he appreciated the request, and he did, he knew he had to decline it for now.
Shikaku smirked and then gave Hiashi a quick peck on his lips in response. “After I cum inside you.” He reached for the black case containing the condoms and pulled out two of them, then zipped the case. “It would be dangerous for you to do it now.”
Dangerous? Hiashi looked at Shikaku’s hard, purple erection and gulped. As tempted as he was, he decided not to argue the point. This was only their first night together. There would be chances to play that way later—he would make sure of it.
Besides, Hiashi was eager to feel the rush of what he was sure would be a powerful orgasm inside him.
He got up on the bed and positioned himself as he had the first time, on his back with his legs bent and knees spread. Shikaku moved over him again, fully sheathed in a new condom. He gasped when he felt his knees being pushed further apart and Shikaku’s mouth engulfing his cock once more.
“Ah!” Hiashi exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut and threading his fingers through the Nara’s black locks. His breathing increased in speed. Gods, it felt so good! His mouth was so warm, so enthusiastic. The Hyuuga hadn’t expected Shikaku to be so fond of giving head, to say nothing of how skilled he was at it. If he wasn’t careful, Shikaku was going to wind up spoiling him for it!
Hiashi’s body jerked at the feel of a finger sliding into him. It wiggled around a bit and retreated before returning with a second finger. It might have stung, except there was still a lot of lubricant inside of him and the Nara’s talented mouth on his cock was creating sensations that were currently trumping any pain or discomfort he could have been feeling.
“Nara,” Hiashi pleaded on a breath. He was being swept away again. He decided if he were an animal he would be a cat just then, purring to his heart’s content.
Satisfied that Hiashi was still stretched enough, Shikaku pulled his fingers out. He was reluctant to take his mouth off the long-haired man’s cock—he really was enjoying himself, after all—but he did. His own cock was painful at that moment, and if he didn’t have an orgasm soon it might become a serious problem.
Hiashi gasped at the sudden withdrawal of contact. He barely had time to register Shikaku’s movements before he felt his knees being pushed toward his upper torso and Shikaku shoving that long, hard cock into him.
Both men swore.
Hiashi’s ass wrapped itself around Shikaku’s cock like a fist—a hot, slick, tight fist. Shikaku shook his head. Why was it so tight? He wasn’t sure, but he did know he wouldn’t last long in there.
Hiashi arched, sliding his hands around the man’s torso and digging his hands into his sides, urging him deeper. The Nara was inside him—really inside him, at last--and Gods avail him, it was nothing short of a miracle that he didn’t come again, like before.
“Fuck. So slick, Hyuuga. So tight.” Shikaku moved his hands from beneath Hiashi’s knees, allowing them to fall where they would. He braced himself with an arm on either side of Hiashi’s torso and buried his face against the Hyuuga’s neck.
“This is going to be quick”, he rasped into the man’s ear. “I can’t hold off any longer.”
“Gods, Nara, move!” It was a plea more than a command. He wanted to feel all of Shikaku inside him.
A nuzzle to his neck coupled with a chuckle was Shikaku’s response. “Are you as close as I am?” he asked him.
Are you kidding? Hiashi thought to himself. You did everything to my cock but swallow and you’re talking in my ear in your phone-sex voice.
I should be cumming right now.
“Closer”, the Hyuuga responded.
Good. Shikaku’s cock twitched inside Hiashi. “Don’t cum until I tell you”, the Nara ordered the pale-eyed man.
You better be planning to tell me pretty damn soon, Hiashi thought to himself, and nodded. He couldn’t tell how much of Shikaku’s cock was buried inside him but he knew it wasn’t anywhere near all of it. He wanted Shikaku deeper inside him, fucking him harder than anyone ever had. It felt so good to be joined to him this way. He’d never been so excited.
“You feel too good, Hyuuga”, Shikaku announced, just before sinking his teeth into Hiashi’s shoulder.
The Hyuuga hissed his approval and arched, just as that cock he wanted so desperately pushed in deeper, sliding against his prostate.
Hiashi yelped when the cock pulled back and then pushed in again, even deeper.
Gods, this is unreal.
Shikaku’s strokes were slow and steady at first. He punctuated every few thrusts with a sharp roll of his hips. Galvanized by the combination of his erection and the resulting litany of gratuitous pleasure noises coming from the man beneath him, he built his pace quickly.
“Gods…Nara…nngh, so hard…I have to cum, I have to…ah…” Sweat covered Hiashi’s body; his fingers clutched at Shikaku’s sides. The Nara was torturing him with every thrust, a sweet, debilitating torture that was rendering him helpless against the might of his next orgasm. Fuck, he felt so good inside him…too good. It was too much.
“Not…until I…say”, Shikaku grunted out between thrusts. He wasn’t sure when he began trying to stave off that orgasm, which seemed to be winning their battle of wills. He only knew he was inside Hiashi at last and fucking him properly if the panting and moaning that filled the room to its rafters was any clue.
It felt too good to stop.
“Then say it, Nara!” Hiashi commanded, squirming uncontrollably beneath his lover. “Let me cum, Nara, please!”
Shit. Shikaku couldn’t fend it off anymore. Hiashi’s begging proved to be the final straw. He stilled, but to no effect. He felt the tightening in his lower region and growled. That orgasm was going to happen now.
“Cum, Hyuuga. Do it…do it now!”
“AH, NARA!”
“Fuck, Hyuuga!”
They came together, their volatile orgasms enclosing them in a void of white that left them stunned and quaking. Shikaku was absently conscious of his skin breaking beneath Hiashi’s punishing grip. Hiashi clenched his teeth, growling as he arched into that rush of sensations, harder, harder still, until there was nothing left.
Thoroughly spent, the tension left him then. He remembered how to breathe a second before his lover collapsed on top of him, squishing his cum between their bodies and stealing that re-learned breath from his lungs.
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Shikaku lay on top of Hiashi, trying to regulate his breathing. He was close to hyperventilating. He hadn’t expected that orgasm to rob him of his equilibrium the way it had.
His face was still buried in the crook of the Hyuuga’s neck. He could feel damp hair against his cheek and the tip of his nose. He could smell their sweat combined with Hiashi’s cum. He could feel Hiashi’s heart thumping madly, in time with his own.
Life. They were both alive, and in a way neither had been for some time.
If ever.
Shikaku’s spirit was soaring. Being with a man wasn’t like being with Yoshino. Being with a man took him to a different place, it always had. And being with Hiashi—tasting him, smelling him, thrusting into that tight heat while listening to his begging and cries of pleasure--was like being inside the tilt-a-whirl ride at the amusement park, the one that lifted you high into the hair while it spun you in dizzying circles inside of a cage before yanking you back the other way to start all over again, keeping you disoriented, helpless against its capricious power.
The one you knew you’d pay to ride again when it was over because of that thrill, of that unique adrenaline rush spawned from the utter loss of control.
Of course Shikaku had known that saying yes to Hiashi meant risking that loss of control, and then of constantly yearning for that feeling. He knew it meant an inevitable change to his relationship with Yoshino because of the inevitable awakening of a part of him forced into a sleep-state for nearly three decades.
He had finally accepted that their lives would change. And even though he felt challenged by those changes, he had finally become ready for them, eager even.
The ride had officially begun.
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Hiashi laid there, eyes wide, bright smile lighting up his sweaty face, and panting.
There were three thoughts in his mind.
One was that, gods on a ship, Yoshino Nara had to be the luckiest man, woman, animal, vegetable or mineral on planet earth.
Two was that it had been, without question, the best orgasm of his life.
And three was that Shikaku Nara was a god.
His god.
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“Hey”, he panted, “You’re on my hair.”
Shikaku managed to brace himself off Hiashi with shaky arms, and then gingerly pulled himself out of the man’s body, one hand holding the condom in place. They came apart with a squelch and a chorus of grunts.
Hiashi felt himself blushing as his weighted body fell against the bed. He uncurled the fingers that had found purchase in the Nara’s sides, with some effort. His arms fell down onto the bed, trembling.
Shikaku maneuvered his body next to Hiashi’s on the bed, flat on his back. He lay there panting, willing his body to calm down.
Hiashi turned his head to look at Shikaku, whom he decided was too insanely sexy for his own good. He scanned the bearded man’s sweaty body with his eyes, taking note of the filled condom still covering his flaccid penis. Even when it wasn’t erect it was a formidable presence.
The sight of it was a reaffirmation of what had transpired between them, and it made Hiashi smile more.
Hiashi couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped. He felt a potent lethargy threatening, and he didn't want to succumb--not again--but there was just no fighting it. Shikaku had siphoned his vigor twice now, reducing him to a flushed, trembling, sleepy mess.
“That was incredible”, he murmured in a drowsy voice.
Yes, it was. Shikaku returned his stare then, observing how the man's drooping eyelids got droopier by the second. Hiashi looked so relaxed lying there, so...sated. The Nara could have rolled over and fucked him again just then, looking like that.
“Sleep, Hyuuga”, he told him in a calm voice instead. “We'll talk later.”
Hiashi didn't argue. He smiled, settling his head against the pillow beneath it as he let sleep take him under.
Shikaku watched those icy lavender eyes watching him disappear beneath their lids.
He rolled over on his side, facing Hiashi. His breathing was returning to normal while he watched the sleeping man.
Beautiful, he thought to himself. Hiashi was an erotic vision of hair in disarray and sweat and cum-glistened skin.
Shikaku drank in the sight for long moments, adrift in the euphoria that came with being the man to whom Hiashi Hyuuga had surrendered himself.
Gods.
Shikaku thought of Yoshino, his beautiful wife. He wished she was there, sharing in his euphoria. The image in his mind of the three of them together, loving each other until they were spent thrilled him as much as anything that had occurred between him and Hiashi, even if not in the same way. She belonged there too, seeing what Shikaku saw, feeling what Shikaku felt. Dazed and amazed, her passion ignited right along with his.
Shikaku’s eyelids began to feel heavy and he consigned himself to a short nap beside his lover. He’d clean them both up when he awoke. He thought of the man lying next to him and the woman he married as he drifted off to sleep in the now-quiet room.
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Yoshino Nara checked the watch on her wrist. It was 6:17 P.M.
By now they’d been together for more than two hours. She could only imagine how things were going between them. She hadn’t spoken to Shikaku since he’d called at two to tell her he’d arrived safely.
She meant it when she told her husband that he and Hiashi needed time to bond. But she hadn’t counted on missing him the way she did, or the way her curiosity was eating her alive. Were they bickering? Were they dining? Were they fucking each other into oblivion? Was Shikaku on his way back home, having given in to his fear?
Yoshino placed the strap of her overnight bag on her shoulder and reached for her handbag. She told her husband she’d be there in the morning. Well, anytime after midnight and before noon was considered morning, right?
She flipped the switch on the wall near the front door on her way out, taking care to lock it. She needed to get to her husband. She missed him, and she had a feeling he needed her too.
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A/N: I thought I’d re-post (with the artists’ permission, of course) the links to the Shikaku and Hiashi fan art that had been posted during the run of Constructive Possession for those of you who would like a refresher of this amazing fan art.
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Shikaku-X-Hiashi-Debut-111781877
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Kimono-Hiashi-109892065
http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Bathtime-108863134 (warning: mature)
http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Worth-the-wait-107371728 (warning: mature)
http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Worth-the-Wait-Part-2-107581256 (warning: mature)
http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Shikaku-108630989 (warning: mature)
A five-page doujin called Time’s Up:
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-1-107668612
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-2-107669121
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-3-107670085
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-4-107670728
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-5-107671324
The next chapter is coming, folks. Stay tuned.
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Butterflies-115836132
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/The-Front-Desk-115940703
Please take a look, and then leave a note with your thoughts if you can.
A special thank you to crazyaanglover of deviantART for her wonderful rendering and to sonotgoingthere for her magnificent beta-jutsu.
Thank you, readers, for your support. It is greatly appreciated.
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Warning: language; angst; yaoi
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Shikaku got up from the bed and padded into the bathroom, removing the condom from his frustrated cock. He tossed it in the empty wastebasket and it landed with a light ‘thunk’ at the bottom.
He walked up to the sink and washed his hands, and then leaned forward to splash cold water on his face. It felt good against his heated skin.
He stood upright then, gazing at his reflection in the mirror as he pondered the evening’s events. He watched as droplets of water streamed down his face and off his beard.
It all felt so…illicit.
Hiashi Hyuuga was out cold on a bed in the other room, defeated by his first orgasm at Shikaku’s hands. It had been quite a memorable experience, so far.
The Nara smirked at his reflection in spite of himself. He felt like an unsupervised teenager who had just had sex in his parents’ bed.
He was ready to get back into bed with Hiashi and violate him. He hoped to spend the night listening to those needy, wanton sounds his touches evoked from him. He was ready to have his first orgasm with him. And his cock—
Hiashi was average in that department, which Shikaku surmised might have been the only thing about him that ever would be.
But it wasn’t that he minded, because he didn’t—in fact he was quite appreciative of it.
It meant that Shikaku would be able to take all of Hiashi’s cock into his mouth at once with little effort.
Shikaku closed his eyes at the memory of that appendage--smooth, warm, and hard against his tongue, with its musky flavor. It was the first time he’d tasted that in twenty-eight years.
He could hardly describe the pleasure it had given him.
Shikaku enjoyed the male body as much as he enjoyed the female body. Years of experiencing both men and women take their pleasure with his had taught him how. He wasn’t shy about taking a man’s member into his hand, or his mouth, and he’d even experimented with taking it in his ass. To the Nara, pleasure was not a man-on-woman ideal; both genders were adequately equipped for the giving and receiving of it. Both bodies were beautiful, sensual, sexual playgrounds.
He hadn’t been intimate with a man in a long time. But it hadn’t lost its appeal for him—especially now.
Tonight he was with Hiashi Hyuuga.
Hiashi, who’d been his greatest temptation in all of thirty years.
Hiashi, who’d shamelessly begged for his cock.
Hiashi, who with his mystical eyes, long, lush hair, sweet mouth, sexy voice, tall, lean form and tight ass was now the exclusive playground of Shikaku and Yoshino Nara.
Shikaku grabbed a towel and dried his face and hands, and then tossed it onto the counter. The sound of water running outside of the bathroom caused him to look over his shoulder at the door.
He’s awake.
A smirk morphed the scarred man’s expression as more sexy thoughts filled his mind.
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Hiashi opened his eyes to the out-of-focus view of a dimly-lit ceiling in a room he did not readily recognize. He blinked slowly. As the scent of maleness and sex in the room became sharper, so did his vision--and his memory.
A smile split the sexy man’s features as he looked to either side of him for his partner. It wilted when he realized he was lying there alone. He looked at his chest, which was covered with his half-crusted cum, and made a face of distaste. Where was Shikaku? He looked toward the bathroom, intent on going to get himself cleaned up. The door was closed. Shikaku was probably in there, he surmised. He decided to go into the makeshift kitchen and clean himself up.
He sat up, gingerly. His ass was mildly sore from the stretching, and he could still feel the gratuitous amounts of lubricant inside. He made another face of distaste when his movements to get off the bed resulted in awkward noises.
He got up, slipped his feet into the nearest pair of slippers and walked toward the kitchenette. There were dish towels lying on the counter next to the sink. He turned on the hot water, grabbed a dish towel and saturated it beneath the steaming stream. He wrung it out and then began to wipe the cum from the hair on his chest and abs. The towel burned his skin, but he took little note of it.
Disappointment had contaminated his mood and begun to numb him.
Hiashi had come a long way, at the behest of the two people he wanted most in the world. Their rendezvous started out well—he’d arrived early, managed to wrest a key to the room out of a hot clerk at the front desk and even got the room door open with said key on the first try. By the time he’d been there thirty minutes he’d gotten naked and engaged in some hot and heavy petting with one of them. Tonight he’d experienced his first kiss with Shikaku Nara before getting over-excited and then passing out from his first orgasm with him, a hair-trigger event that was easily the most stunning—and embarrassing--orgasm he’d had in seven long years…
Only to wake up from it alone. Again.
Like always, it seemed.
Why was he allowing it to bother him so? The evening wasn’t over. Hell, it had only just begun. It was 5:30 in the evening; still light outside. Shikaku hadn’t abandoned him. Once he emerged from the bathroom, they could start again.
And Hiashi did want to start again. He rinsed the towel under the water and then held it a few moments before rubbing it over his chest again. There was a laundry list of things he wanted to do with the Nara floating around in his mind. He could still remember the sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, stark naked, holding that solid cock like a weapon. His whole body twitched again at the memory. Hiashi wanted—needed—to feel Shikaku pushing that hard cock in deep. He wanted him to know exactly how he affected him.
Hiashi wanted to know too. He wanted Shikaku to feed him that cock until he was choking on it. He wanted him to see his lips wrapped around him and he wanted to hear him call out his name when he came, thick bursts of so much cum going down his throat that he thought he would drown in it before he could swallow it all. Afterward, he wanted to fall asleep with him—beside him, between him and Yoshino, even at the foot of the bed; at this point, he didn’t care.
What he knew for sure was that he didn’t want to have to wake up alone.
A trail of hot water he failed to wipe off managed to reach his flaccid cock, stinging him a little and bringing him out of his thoughts. He hissed at the sensation, tossing the soiled towel in the sink and grabbing a clean one from the stack to dry himself off. He turned off the water and tossed the towel back onto the counter, rubbing his fingertips over his chest and abs in search of any spots he might have missed. He was clean, but his chest and abs were red.
“Did you get it all?” a raspy voice from behind the long-haired man asked.
Hiashi nearly jumped out of his skin. In the midst of his pouting he failed to notice that Shikaku had emerged from the bathroom. He turned around to find the scarred man standing there naked, absently stroking his erection with one hand and looking at him with an odd expression.
Shikaku was hard again, he noted. Or was it that he was still hard? Hiashi wasn’t sure, but he didn’t think they’d come together.
He absently licked his lips at the sight of that cock standing tall in its owner’s hand. It was magnificent.
In fact, the sight of the man in all his full-frontal glory was overwhelming. Gods, he was just so sexy.
“Nara”, Hiashi finally declared, his heart racing in his chest.
Shikaku smirked then, advancing on the man, who seemed preoccupied.
“Did you get it all?” he asked Hiashi again. “Let’s see.”
Hiashi watched wordlessly as Shikaku walked up to him, dipped his head and stunned him again with deliberate strokes of his flattened tongue across his collarbone and up his nape on the right, sweeping Hiashi’s hair out of the way with his hand.
Hiashi blinked slowly and sighed deeply as he surrendered, positioning his head to give Shikaku more access. He felt some of the tension leave him, and he could feel the heat of the Nara’s cock pressed against his abdomen.
Gods, he’s doing it again, Hiashi thought to himself. If I don’t gather my wits he’ll have me against the ropes like this all night.
A soft moan escaped his throat as he slid his arms around the Nara’s waist, pulling him closer, conveying his need.
Shikaku lifted his head long enough to stare into lust-glazed pastel eyes before dipping his head to resume his tongue bath on Hiashi’s left side.
“Ah”, Hiashi exclaimed when a hand moved between them to grasp his cock, reawakened by the assault of sensations.
He wanted to feel the tongue that was laving his throat on his cock again.
“Nara”, he breathed, running the palms of his hands over the Nara’s warm ass. He felt so good in his hands. It felt so good to indulge and be indulged this way after so many years of wanting. He had honored the wishes of the man embracing him and restrained himself for so long…too long if the actions of that man were any indication. What had he been so afraid of? When they could have been doing this…
Hiashi squeezed the mound in each of his hands before running his hands up over the muscles of Shikaku’s back, smirking when a breathy moan escaped the taller man.
Shikaku raised his head, training his eyes on the man in front of him. Icy lavender orbs reflected his undeniable lust back at him.
“You’ve done a very thorough job”, Shikaku began, moistening his lips with his tongue, “but I’m afraid you’re about to get messy all over again.”
Gods yes, Hiashi thought to himself, moving his hands around and up to cup the Nara’s face and then leaning in to press his lips against it.
Shikaku’s mouth was warm, his tongue inviting. Hiashi closed his eyes and enmeshed his tongue with the Nara’s. He tasted his own skin in the taller man’s mouth.
“You’ll have to…clean me off next time”, Hiashi breathed through their sensual kiss.
“It will be my pleasure”, Shikaku responded.
He deepened their kiss, moving his hands around to cup the Hyuuga’s face as well. Mouths tantalized each other as bodies moved impossibly closer, communicating their rising mutual passion. Shikaku was absently conscious of his painfully purple erection twitching against Hiashi’s cock, which was now at full attention again.
“Back to bed, Hyuuga.”
As four little words went, they were music to Hiashi’s ears.
They broke apart. Shikaku turned to walk toward the bed. Hiashi was hot on his heels. The urge to reach for the Nara’s hand won out this time. He slid his hand into the other’s hand in one smooth gesture and gripped it firmly, smiling when that hand gripped his in return.
When they both reached the bed, Hiashi turned to Shikaku, releasing his hand.
“Lie on your back, I want to taste more of you”, he directed.
Gods. Shikaku could have cum right then at the sound of that request. Hiashi on his knees with his mouth around his cock was right off his wish list.
That’s when the reality it hit him. Hiashi Hyuuga had just asked him to lie on his back so that he could taste him. How many men—or women, for that matter--could claim they had ever received the same request? How many more men and women wished they could?
The Nara was suddenly feeling full of himself. Hiashi was definitely into what was happening, of that there was no question. He was definitely into him.
And as much as he appreciated the request, and he did, he knew he had to decline it for now.
Shikaku smirked and then gave Hiashi a quick peck on his lips in response. “After I cum inside you.” He reached for the black case containing the condoms and pulled out two of them, then zipped the case. “It would be dangerous for you to do it now.”
Dangerous? Hiashi looked at Shikaku’s hard, purple erection and gulped. As tempted as he was, he decided not to argue the point. This was only their first night together. There would be chances to play that way later—he would make sure of it.
Besides, Hiashi was eager to feel the rush of what he was sure would be a powerful orgasm inside him.
He got up on the bed and positioned himself as he had the first time, on his back with his legs bent and knees spread. Shikaku moved over him again, fully sheathed in a new condom. He gasped when he felt his knees being pushed further apart and Shikaku’s mouth engulfing his cock once more.
“Ah!” Hiashi exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut and threading his fingers through the Nara’s black locks. His breathing increased in speed. Gods, it felt so good! His mouth was so warm, so enthusiastic. The Hyuuga hadn’t expected Shikaku to be so fond of giving head, to say nothing of how skilled he was at it. If he wasn’t careful, Shikaku was going to wind up spoiling him for it!
Hiashi’s body jerked at the feel of a finger sliding into him. It wiggled around a bit and retreated before returning with a second finger. It might have stung, except there was still a lot of lubricant inside of him and the Nara’s talented mouth on his cock was creating sensations that were currently trumping any pain or discomfort he could have been feeling.
“Nara,” Hiashi pleaded on a breath. He was being swept away again. He decided if he were an animal he would be a cat just then, purring to his heart’s content.
Satisfied that Hiashi was still stretched enough, Shikaku pulled his fingers out. He was reluctant to take his mouth off the long-haired man’s cock—he really was enjoying himself, after all—but he did. His own cock was painful at that moment, and if he didn’t have an orgasm soon it might become a serious problem.
Hiashi gasped at the sudden withdrawal of contact. He barely had time to register Shikaku’s movements before he felt his knees being pushed toward his upper torso and Shikaku shoving that long, hard cock into him.
Both men swore.
Hiashi’s ass wrapped itself around Shikaku’s cock like a fist—a hot, slick, tight fist. Shikaku shook his head. Why was it so tight? He wasn’t sure, but he did know he wouldn’t last long in there.
Hiashi arched, sliding his hands around the man’s torso and digging his hands into his sides, urging him deeper. The Nara was inside him—really inside him, at last--and Gods avail him, it was nothing short of a miracle that he didn’t come again, like before.
“Fuck. So slick, Hyuuga. So tight.” Shikaku moved his hands from beneath Hiashi’s knees, allowing them to fall where they would. He braced himself with an arm on either side of Hiashi’s torso and buried his face against the Hyuuga’s neck.
“This is going to be quick”, he rasped into the man’s ear. “I can’t hold off any longer.”
“Gods, Nara, move!” It was a plea more than a command. He wanted to feel all of Shikaku inside him.
A nuzzle to his neck coupled with a chuckle was Shikaku’s response. “Are you as close as I am?” he asked him.
Are you kidding? Hiashi thought to himself. You did everything to my cock but swallow and you’re talking in my ear in your phone-sex voice.
I should be cumming right now.
“Closer”, the Hyuuga responded.
Good. Shikaku’s cock twitched inside Hiashi. “Don’t cum until I tell you”, the Nara ordered the pale-eyed man.
You better be planning to tell me pretty damn soon, Hiashi thought to himself, and nodded. He couldn’t tell how much of Shikaku’s cock was buried inside him but he knew it wasn’t anywhere near all of it. He wanted Shikaku deeper inside him, fucking him harder than anyone ever had. It felt so good to be joined to him this way. He’d never been so excited.
“You feel too good, Hyuuga”, Shikaku announced, just before sinking his teeth into Hiashi’s shoulder.
The Hyuuga hissed his approval and arched, just as that cock he wanted so desperately pushed in deeper, sliding against his prostate.
Hiashi yelped when the cock pulled back and then pushed in again, even deeper.
Gods, this is unreal.
Shikaku’s strokes were slow and steady at first. He punctuated every few thrusts with a sharp roll of his hips. Galvanized by the combination of his erection and the resulting litany of gratuitous pleasure noises coming from the man beneath him, he built his pace quickly.
“Gods…Nara…nngh, so hard…I have to cum, I have to…ah…” Sweat covered Hiashi’s body; his fingers clutched at Shikaku’s sides. The Nara was torturing him with every thrust, a sweet, debilitating torture that was rendering him helpless against the might of his next orgasm. Fuck, he felt so good inside him…too good. It was too much.
“Not…until I…say”, Shikaku grunted out between thrusts. He wasn’t sure when he began trying to stave off that orgasm, which seemed to be winning their battle of wills. He only knew he was inside Hiashi at last and fucking him properly if the panting and moaning that filled the room to its rafters was any clue.
It felt too good to stop.
“Then say it, Nara!” Hiashi commanded, squirming uncontrollably beneath his lover. “Let me cum, Nara, please!”
Shit. Shikaku couldn’t fend it off anymore. Hiashi’s begging proved to be the final straw. He stilled, but to no effect. He felt the tightening in his lower region and growled. That orgasm was going to happen now.
“Cum, Hyuuga. Do it…do it now!”
“AH, NARA!”
“Fuck, Hyuuga!”
They came together, their volatile orgasms enclosing them in a void of white that left them stunned and quaking. Shikaku was absently conscious of his skin breaking beneath Hiashi’s punishing grip. Hiashi clenched his teeth, growling as he arched into that rush of sensations, harder, harder still, until there was nothing left.
Thoroughly spent, the tension left him then. He remembered how to breathe a second before his lover collapsed on top of him, squishing his cum between their bodies and stealing that re-learned breath from his lungs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shikaku lay on top of Hiashi, trying to regulate his breathing. He was close to hyperventilating. He hadn’t expected that orgasm to rob him of his equilibrium the way it had.
His face was still buried in the crook of the Hyuuga’s neck. He could feel damp hair against his cheek and the tip of his nose. He could smell their sweat combined with Hiashi’s cum. He could feel Hiashi’s heart thumping madly, in time with his own.
Life. They were both alive, and in a way neither had been for some time.
If ever.
Shikaku’s spirit was soaring. Being with a man wasn’t like being with Yoshino. Being with a man took him to a different place, it always had. And being with Hiashi—tasting him, smelling him, thrusting into that tight heat while listening to his begging and cries of pleasure--was like being inside the tilt-a-whirl ride at the amusement park, the one that lifted you high into the hair while it spun you in dizzying circles inside of a cage before yanking you back the other way to start all over again, keeping you disoriented, helpless against its capricious power.
The one you knew you’d pay to ride again when it was over because of that thrill, of that unique adrenaline rush spawned from the utter loss of control.
Of course Shikaku had known that saying yes to Hiashi meant risking that loss of control, and then of constantly yearning for that feeling. He knew it meant an inevitable change to his relationship with Yoshino because of the inevitable awakening of a part of him forced into a sleep-state for nearly three decades.
He had finally accepted that their lives would change. And even though he felt challenged by those changes, he had finally become ready for them, eager even.
The ride had officially begun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi laid there, eyes wide, bright smile lighting up his sweaty face, and panting.
There were three thoughts in his mind.
One was that, gods on a ship, Yoshino Nara had to be the luckiest man, woman, animal, vegetable or mineral on planet earth.
Two was that it had been, without question, the best orgasm of his life.
And three was that Shikaku Nara was a god.
His god.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Hey”, he panted, “You’re on my hair.”
Shikaku managed to brace himself off Hiashi with shaky arms, and then gingerly pulled himself out of the man’s body, one hand holding the condom in place. They came apart with a squelch and a chorus of grunts.
Hiashi felt himself blushing as his weighted body fell against the bed. He uncurled the fingers that had found purchase in the Nara’s sides, with some effort. His arms fell down onto the bed, trembling.
Shikaku maneuvered his body next to Hiashi’s on the bed, flat on his back. He lay there panting, willing his body to calm down.
Hiashi turned his head to look at Shikaku, whom he decided was too insanely sexy for his own good. He scanned the bearded man’s sweaty body with his eyes, taking note of the filled condom still covering his flaccid penis. Even when it wasn’t erect it was a formidable presence.
The sight of it was a reaffirmation of what had transpired between them, and it made Hiashi smile more.
Hiashi couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped. He felt a potent lethargy threatening, and he didn't want to succumb--not again--but there was just no fighting it. Shikaku had siphoned his vigor twice now, reducing him to a flushed, trembling, sleepy mess.
“That was incredible”, he murmured in a drowsy voice.
Yes, it was. Shikaku returned his stare then, observing how the man's drooping eyelids got droopier by the second. Hiashi looked so relaxed lying there, so...sated. The Nara could have rolled over and fucked him again just then, looking like that.
“Sleep, Hyuuga”, he told him in a calm voice instead. “We'll talk later.”
Hiashi didn't argue. He smiled, settling his head against the pillow beneath it as he let sleep take him under.
Shikaku watched those icy lavender eyes watching him disappear beneath their lids.
He rolled over on his side, facing Hiashi. His breathing was returning to normal while he watched the sleeping man.
Beautiful, he thought to himself. Hiashi was an erotic vision of hair in disarray and sweat and cum-glistened skin.
Shikaku drank in the sight for long moments, adrift in the euphoria that came with being the man to whom Hiashi Hyuuga had surrendered himself.
Gods.
Shikaku thought of Yoshino, his beautiful wife. He wished she was there, sharing in his euphoria. The image in his mind of the three of them together, loving each other until they were spent thrilled him as much as anything that had occurred between him and Hiashi, even if not in the same way. She belonged there too, seeing what Shikaku saw, feeling what Shikaku felt. Dazed and amazed, her passion ignited right along with his.
Shikaku’s eyelids began to feel heavy and he consigned himself to a short nap beside his lover. He’d clean them both up when he awoke. He thought of the man lying next to him and the woman he married as he drifted off to sleep in the now-quiet room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yoshino Nara checked the watch on her wrist. It was 6:17 P.M.
By now they’d been together for more than two hours. She could only imagine how things were going between them. She hadn’t spoken to Shikaku since he’d called at two to tell her he’d arrived safely.
She meant it when she told her husband that he and Hiashi needed time to bond. But she hadn’t counted on missing him the way she did, or the way her curiosity was eating her alive. Were they bickering? Were they dining? Were they fucking each other into oblivion? Was Shikaku on his way back home, having given in to his fear?
Yoshino placed the strap of her overnight bag on her shoulder and reached for her handbag. She told her husband she’d be there in the morning. Well, anytime after midnight and before noon was considered morning, right?
She flipped the switch on the wall near the front door on her way out, taking care to lock it. She needed to get to her husband. She missed him, and she had a feeling he needed her too.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: I thought I’d re-post (with the artists’ permission, of course) the links to the Shikaku and Hiashi fan art that had been posted during the run of Constructive Possession for those of you who would like a refresher of this amazing fan art.
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Shikaku-X-Hiashi-Debut-111781877
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Kimono-Hiashi-109892065
http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Bathtime-108863134 (warning: mature)
http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Worth-the-wait-107371728 (warning: mature)
http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Worth-the-Wait-Part-2-107581256 (warning: mature)
http://kyuubi1010.deviantart.com/art/Shikaku-108630989 (warning: mature)
A five-page doujin called Time’s Up:
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-1-107668612
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-2-107669121
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-3-107670085
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-4-107670728
http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/Time-s-Up-Draft-pg-5-107671324
The next chapter is coming, folks. Stay tuned.