Inevitabile Resveglio

A/N: I’m back folks! This is chapter two of part two. Enjoy the SMOKING HOT new fanart, courtesy of the best fan artists in the fandom, Kyuubi1010 and crazyaanglover:

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And now, on with the show!


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Warning: unbeta’d; humor; language; OC; angst; yaoi

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Eighteen-year-old Shikaku and nineteen-year-old Günter were alone in Günter’s dorm room, where they had spent the evening doing shots, drinking beer and sharing a joint while joking amicably about college life and chemistry, both men’s major. The light from a lone desk lamp was the only illumination in the smoky room.

Shikaku was lying on his back on Günter’s bed, smoking the joint while rambling something only half-intelligible. Günter maintained his perch crouched in a nearby chair, blatantly ogling his companion over the rim of his mostly-full beer bottle.

Everything was calm.

“So, how do you think Bonnie did on our last chemistry exam?” Günter asked. He wanted to get a rise out of Shikaku, who didn’t seem especially fond of the red-headed, cheerleading, aspiring congresswoman.

He also asked because during the silences in-between their wasted yammering his own thoughts were driving him mad.

Shikaku was a freshman taking sophomore-year classes—and in fact, acing them. It had quickly earned him a substantial amount of attention from the student body for a freshman. Günter, himself a sophomore in one of the younger man’s classes, was also intrigued by the young man’s intelligence.

Well that, and the rumor, which had apparently followed him from his high school locker room, that his cock was a full foot long.

Shikaku was an easygoing sort who didn’t seem to be a whore, for attention or anything else. Günter routinely found him in the library studying by himself. Curious to know if this highly-intelligent young man was indeed packing enough cock for two men—and anxious to get him to use it all on him if he did—Günter carefully developed what he believed was a sure-fire strategy. Then, he put his plan into action: he befriended Shikaku and gained his confidence, ultimately inviting the freshman to his room for an evening of general Friday-night merriment that had included a few shots of liquor, a six-pack of American beer and some marijuana obtained from a pharmacology major.

Günter watched as Shikaku snorted dramatically, casting a glance at him with glazed, half-lidded eyes. The younger man seemed completely unaware.

God, fresh meat, the small, bespectacled blond man thought to himself, shaking his head a little.

This had better work.

“The reject from Gilligan’s Island?” Shikaku responded. “She probably defined hydrophobic as being a fear of utility bills¹.”

Shikaku took an extra-long drag on the bud before offering it to the snickering Günter, who declined by shaking his head while raising his beer bottle in the air.

“Man, you are too much”, Günter responded, still snickering. In his drunken and drugged state it was hard to tell if he was pouring it on too thickly. But hey, in order to bag a prize like Shikaku Nara he was more than willing to laugh at a few cheesy chemistry jokes.

“It’s a damn good thing she wears that uniform so well”, the Nara continued, his hands layered on top of his chest, “because I see a lot of them in her future.”

Günter snorted this time, followed by a hearty laugh. “You’re not a big fan of women, are you?” he asked, thinking this was a good time to ask the question.

“Oh, I like women just fine. I’m just not crazy about that one. She’s the sexiest fucking thing on two legs until she opens her goddam mouth. I mean, can she be any more vacant?”

Günter processed that revelation in companionable silence for a moment before he responded.

“So…you like pretty girls with long legs and red hair?” he ventured.

Shikaku took another drag from the joint, the cloud of his exhalation precipitating his response. “Eh, I can take ‘em or leave ‘em.”

Shikaku rolled over on his side to face the man sitting in the chair across from him then. “What I really like, and this may come as a shock to you, is a woman who can train herself to do something with her mouth besides suck and swallow.”

To say that Shikaku’s response did, in fact, come as a shock to Günter was an understatement. He was rock-hard in seconds, his breathing having become shallow. The deviant voice in his fuzzy brain that had been urging him to pounce on his younger companion was now screaming at him to quit stalling and make his move.

Completely oblivious to Günter’s plight in the dimly-lit, smoke-filled room, Shikaku erupted in a fit of giggles before falling back onto the bed.

“Bonnie’s so stupid she’d probably fuck that up too”, he continued, his giggles fading. “What a tragic waste of what I strongly suspect is matching carpet and drapes.”

Shikaku took a deep breath and blinked slowly.

“I want some fried chicken.”

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Unable to hold back any longer, Günter got up from his seat and bounded onto the bed on all fours over Shikaku, entreating him without preamble as the foggy eyes of the two men met.

“Show me your dick.”

The Nara blinked and then furrowed his brows. What had Günter just said?

Before he could form his response he felt an assertive hand heating up his crotch, stroking him to hardness through his sweatpants.

It was several moments before the Nara realized the hand on his cock wasn’t his own.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, blushing like a virgin. He raised an arm and shoved the man off him, his efforts causing him to drop the joint he was holding and fall off the bed.

Shikaku had never been touched by a man that way, not even in high school. And not only had his traitorous cock responded, it had managed to defy hours of drinking alcohol and smoking marijuana to demonstrate just how sadly lacking Shikaku had been in the give-it-the-attention-it-deserves department by becoming eagerly erect.

What the fuck was Günter doing? The Nara had never gotten any indication from his classmate that he was into men or even the slightest bit curious about his genitalia. They’d spent the evening drinking, smoking and talking chemistry, for crying out loud.

None of what was happening made sense to Shikaku, and not just because he was wasted.

Günter stumbled off the bed, grabbing the freshman’s arm to help him up off the floor. His eyes were locked on the long erection tenting the Nara’s sweatpants.

Shikaku quickly righted himself, or as quickly as he could with so much toxin in his system. He was annoyed by his slow responses to Günter’s forward behavior. He certainly hadn’t accepted the man’s invitation expecting to get laid.

Shikaku looked at Günter with a frustrated expression, forcing him to make eye contact. They were standing close enough for the Nara to feel the heat radiating from his classmate’s body.

“I’m not some circus side show”, he stated, preparing to leave. There was a hint of a slur in his voice.

“And I don’t swing that way.”

The statement was half-right, at least. Shikaku was curious. He’d grown up in a very sexually liberated family, and as such, being with a man was something that had always made him curious. While there had been offers to satisfy his curiosity, Shikaku had never taken anyone up on one. There just always seemed to be a convenient reason not to.

Günter looked at Shikaku with an expression of unbridled lust.

“Don’t…or won’t?” he challenged, blinking slowly. This was his chance, and he had no intention of giving up quietly.

The question stopped Shikaku in his tracks. “It’s all the same to you”, he stated in response.

“Your dick tells me differently”, Günter announced, reaching out for that tempting tent the Nara’s cock was making. He could hardly wait to have it inside him. Honestly, the thing had to measure at least a foot long!

Shikaku backed away from that approaching hand.

“Don’t”, he entreated, hating how weak the word sounded coming from his mouth. Had he really gotten that aroused from being handled by a man? He’d honestly never found it so difficult to walk away from one before.

The realization forced him to look at his challenger in a different light.

He eyed his classmate intently, taking in the shiny, bright blond hair that fell in soft waves around narrow shoulders and framing a narrow, angular face. His eyes were only slightly lighter in color than Shikaku’s own and framed by round, wire-rimmed glasses. A bright, perfect, dimpled smile completed what Shikaku conceded was a handsome face.

It was this man who had chosen to sit next to him in chemistry and then befriended him. Shikaku hadn’t questioned his sexuality or his motives, chalking up their casual acquaintanceship as one of many he would have during his time in college.

And now there were alone together in his room, doing…

“Why not?” Günter asked, his hand still reaching out. “Are you a virgin?”

Shikaku shook his head slowly, still retreating. Thanks to some awkward experimentation with a few girls he knew growing up Shikaku was no virgin. Of course, he hadn’t been messing around that way with any guys.

Günter advanced until that tent was in reach, grabbing it through Shikaku’s pants and forcing him to stop moving. The sophomore smirked when the hyper thing jumped in his hand.

“Have you ever been with a guy?” he asked the freshman, genuinely curious.

It took a moment for Shikaku to process the question. “No”, he finally answered.

“Then who’s the lucky girl who gets to take care of this? Do I know her?” Günter asked.

Shikaku closed his eyes. That hand on his cock was moving, stroking; inciting his body to an inevitable response. It was all he could do to bite back his vocal responses.

Fuck! If only he wasn’t buzzing. His brain was like oatmeal! How on earth would he get the man to stop?

And was he even certain that he wanted him to?

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“Shikaku”, Günter practically purred.

The Nara opened his eyes, conscious of his name being called. He didn’t recall Günter using it at all before now, and to hear it being spoken like that…

The blond man’s hand stopped moving.

“You didn’t answer my question”, he stated, still eating the Nara with his eyes.

Shikaku gulped. “There isn’t one”, he responded, lowering his eyes. He was suddenly conscious of how stiflingly hot the room had become.

Günter’s eyes flashed. No girlfriend? No boyfriend either? No wonder Shikaku’s response to his touch had been so…spirited. What the fuck was he thinking, letting a dick like his dry up from lack of attention? Günter knew his classmate’s study habits were demanding, even more than his own; did he even take the time to get himself off?

Günter resumed the deliberate groping of Shikaku’s cock through his pants, enjoying the way it twitched in his fingers.

“It’s a shame, to have been gifted like this—“ Günter squeezed Shikaku’s cock for emphasis—“only for no one to benefit from it. Don’t you think?”

What the fuck.

The question was like a bucket of ice water being poured over Shikaku’s head. He looked up at his challenger with disillusioned eyes. Was Günter serious? Even in a drug-induced fog, the blond’s words sounded like the weak line of crap that they were. Was that the best he could come up with? The Nara had heard different variations of that same line from men since high school. Gods, were men really that predictable when they wanted to be fucked?

Shikaku had to wonder how women tolerated it.

His response to the question was to slap Günter’s hand away. Getting hit on by a man was one thing, but he drew the line at allowing himself to be manipulated into whipping out his cock for anyone’s pleasure.

Shikaku stepped back again. “I major in chemistry, Günter”, he announced in a bored voice. “Gift though it is, I can’t save the world with my schlong.”

Gunter’s eyes bulged as he watched Shikaku make his way around him to stumble out of the door. What had he done? His plan was working, he knew it was. He was so close!

“Wait!” the blond called out, turning around. He walked over to Shikaku, who had one hand on the doorknob.

Shikaku’s eyes were met with the pleading eyes of his classmate. He was giving the man another chance, and he knew it. He knew it as well as he knew that the drinking and smoking had taken their toll, calming him and stimulating him at the same time, lowering his inhibitions and skewing his sense of right and wrong.

Just as Günter intended, Shikaku surmised as he watched him remove his glasses.

“I’m…” Günter lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry. I misjudged you. Please forgive me.”

Then Günter played his trump card, the last act of a man desperate to achieve his objective short of using brute force.

Shikaku watched in fascination as Günter lowered himself to a kneeling position in front of him.

“I didn’t think you would say yes, but I was hoping. And I guess guys aren’t your thing, but that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything else.”

Anything else? Shikaku was more confused. What was he talking about?

The Nara watched as Günter finally lifted his head, his gaze lingering on the cock jutting from his crotch before finally looking at him, licking his lips in the process.

“Just let me suck it.”

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Shikaku’s eyebrows met his hairline.

Suck it?

The Nara blinked as the suggestion sank into his foggy brain.

To be fair, he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea, and in fact his cock was quite happy at hearing the suggestion.

Shikaku could take the time to split hairs about how long it had been since he’d gotten a blow job, and how this act would officially defy the self-imposed boundaries he’d lived quite well and easily by until now.

Of course, at that moment he was stoned, drunk off his ass and horny, conditions that just weren’t ripe for that kind of deliberation.

So Shikaku decided to just say fuck it, set the ground rules and get down to it.

After all, he reasoned, it wasn’t like Günter had asked him to reciprocate.

Choosing to end their silly cat-and-mouse game, Shikaku removed his hand from the doorknob and then positioned them at the waistband of his sweatpants. He watched as Günter licked his lips in anticipation.

“This isn’t a tourist attraction”, The Nara cautioned. “I’m not open for business.”

Shikaku pulled down his sweatpants and boxers to unveil his turgid cock. He wrapped a hand around the heated length, wondering if every male-on-male sexual experiment began with men who were wasted off some combination of beer, liquor and marijuana.

He watched Günter through lazy, hazy eyes, waiting for sign or acknowledgement.

Thank God for fresh meat. Wordlessly Günter moved forward, prepared to apply his lips to some part of the exquisite member that bobbed in front of his face. It was every bit what the rumors made it out to be, and then some: long, thick and firm; it was tan in color with a big, purpling bulbous tip. And the smell of it was intensely arousing.

Günter closed his eyes and opened his mouth when Shikaku stopped him with a hand against his forehead.

“We do this once, and it goes no further than this”, the Nara declared, paraphrasing his earlier comments.

Günter quirked a brow, salivating at the thought of having all that cock to himself. We’ll see about that.

Shikaku moved his hands away then, allowing Günter to make his move.

Günter moved his hands into position around that hard length, maintaining eye contact with Shikaku.

Egad you’re repressed, the blond thought to himself.

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The rest became a hazy series of memory flashes. Before either man realized it, they were back on the Günter’s bed together. Shikaku, now naked from the waist down, watched in fascination as the man tried to take as much of his length down his throat as he could.

Günter’s face was red. His eyes were red and watery. Veins were popping out on his temples as he gagged around that stiff heavy cock in his throat. Shikaku moaned aloud at the dizzying sensation. Truthfully, watching the blond man choke on his cock topped his list of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.

Will I remember any of this when the buzz wears off?

Shikaku’s eyes grew wide when the man removed his mouth from his cock and slid two of his own fingers into his mouth, making them drip with copious amounts of his saliva.

“I want you to come in my mouth”, Günter told him before taking that cock back into his throat and forcing the two soggy fingers into Shikaku’s ass.

“Hey”, Shikaku grunted. He was overwhelmed. He had the pleasure of the man’s mouth on his cock and the pain of the man’s fingers in his ass of all places, fingers that seemed to be in search of someth—

“Ah!” Shikaku wailed as the fingers found what they’d been seeking. The pain of being stretched gave way to a brand-new sensation, one that was registering from his head all the way to his toes.

Shikaku felt those fingers wiggle around in his ass, hitting that spot again and setting him off.

“Günter!” The Nara’s eyes grew wide and he screamed, arching his back as he shot a generous load down the blond’s throat.

Günter gagged, but swallowed as much of Shikaku’s cum as he could before pulling his mouth away, coughing harshly. He held on to that spasming cock, making sure that the rest of the Nara’s orgasm hit him in the face.

This is new, Shikaku thought to himself as he laid there, his body quivering and jerking from his orgasm. He couldn’t take his eyes off Günter’s face, which was streaked with his essence. The man was still coughing.

I...have fingers up my ass.

Shikaku felt as though his body were actually hovering above the bed. Despite the drug and alcohol-induced fog--or perhaps because of it--he was conscious of the deviance of what had just occurred and of the delicious thrill that came with it.

It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

And now that bold euphoria was sending him toppling, his body suddenly too heavy, his eyelids drooping even more.

Someone forgot to mention this…at orientation.

The sound of coughing, sniffing and smacking coming from his companion became fainter as he drifted off to sleep in the man’s bed.

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“Nara”, a voice called out.

“NARA!” the voice called again, this time much louder and more urgent.

Shikaku opened his eyes, dragged into consciousness by the sound of that voice. It hadn’t sounded like Günter. It sounded like—

“There you are”, a raspy voice declared.

Shikaku turned his head in the direction of the voice in the darkness of the room.

Wait a minute—darkness?

He recognized the form lying beside him on the bed as Hiashi Hyuuga’s.

“Hyuuga”, he stated calmly, and gulped. It was dark. He had been dreaming about Günter, only to wake up beside Hiashi.

“Are you all right?” Shikaku asked as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Heavenly. “I’m sticky and sore”, Hiashi responded calmly, “but I’ll live.”

Shikaku sighed. He was supposed to clean Hiashi up after they—

He smiled at Hiashi then. “You sound like you chain-smoked a carton of my cigarettes, Hyuuga.”

Hiashi smirked. “Don’t go getting a swelled head, Nara.”

Shikaku turned on his side so that his body faced Hiashi. He was very glad to see the Hyuuga lying beside him, and his raspy, after-sex voice was turning Shikaku on even more.

“If I got a swelled head now, you might not be able to walk at all for another week. As it is,” he continued, reaching out to entwine his fingers in Hiashi’s hair, “it will be a week before you can walk normally again.”

Hiashi quirked a brow. “I would call you on your arrogance if I didn’t totally agree with what you just said.”

Shikaku chuckled. He looked at Hiashi and forced all thoughts of Günter from his mind.

“What time is it, do you think?” the Nara asked.

“Eight-ish.”

Wow. If that were true, then Shikaku had been napping for an-hour-and-a-half. Had he talked about Günter in his sleep? If so, then there was no way Hiashi hadn’t heard it. Is that why Hiashi had awoken him?

“You hungry?” Shikaku asked. He didn’t want to talk about Günter yet.

“Famished”, Hiashi responded after a moment. He’d been too anxious to eat earlier.

“What would you say to a hot bath and some sushi?”

“I’d say throw in a drink of some sort and you’ve got a deal.”

Shikaku smiled. It was good to be alive.

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Hiashi Hyuuga lay quietly on a bed, in a suite in a ryokan in Hokkaido, naked as the day he was born. Crust from his drying ejaculation covered his stomach and chest. He smiled as he watched his lover dashing hither and yon.

While singing.

Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
with the stars up above in your eyes

Clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, Shikaku phoned room service and ordered sushi for two and a bottle of their best sake.

A fantabulous night to make romance
‘neath the cover of October skies

The Nara ran a hot bath in the tub, which would only fit one person. He would take a hot shower while Hiashi soaked.

And all the leaves on the trees are falling
to the sound of the breezes that blow

He got some anesthetic anti-inflammatory powder of his own making from his case and poured it into the bath to help ease Hiashi’s pain and soreness.

And I’m trying to please to the calling
of your heart-strings that play soft and low

Shikaku helped Hiashi up from the bed and into the bathroom to take a bath, slipping a strong arm around his waist as they walked along, all the while singing.

And all the nights’ magic seems to whisper and hush
and all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Hiashi, thoroughly delighted by this, wrapped an arm around Shikaku’s shoulders and ignored his sore throat to join him in singing as they walked.

Can I just have one a-more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?

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A/N:

(1) As much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for that joke. I found it here: http://www.jupiterscientific.org/sciinfo/jokes/chemistryjokes.html.
(2) Moondance lyrics are property of Van Morrison. Many thanks to pammypam93 for suggesting that song for this chapter.

So…we got a bit of back-story on Shikaku in this chapter and then got to observe the man in the throes of post-coital euphoria. Who knew finally resolving the sexual tension between he and Hiashi would make him so giddy?

Stick around; the next chapter is on its way. Please leave a review with your thoughts!