Inevitabile Resveglio

A/N: This has been a long time coming, I know. I began writing this chapter in April and finished it today. There’s a complicated reason behind it, even more than I initially realized. But alas, time (and writing other fan fiction), occasionally, does the trick.

There’s more fan art! crazyaanglover of deviantART decided to take a crack at my original character. Readers, meet Günter: http://crazyaanglover.deviantart.com/art/The-Noob-121124527 and when you’re done, please leave a note for the artist.

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

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The bathroom in their suite was small, but brightly lit. Hiashi cut a glance at the mirror inside as the two crooners passed it en route to the bathtub.

He was very pleased with the image he saw.

Shikaku assisted as the Hyuuga stepped into the tub gingerly.

“Nice serenade, Nara”, Hiashi complimented.

“Just another service I provide,” Shikaku responded.

Aaaah. Hiashi reveled in the blissfully hot water as it engulfed his achy body and watched as the water became cloudy.

“You added the pain powder?” he asked as he reached for the washcloth and bar of soap sitting nearby.

Shikaku nodded. “This is our new and improved formula. It works much better than the stuff we used to make.”

“Thank you”, Hiashi responded, smiling. It was certainly coming in handy; his ass and back felt like he’d been riding a bicycle all day, and he knew the pain would only get worse before it got better.

“Don’t thank me, Hyuuga”, Hiashi responded, his hands resting on his hips, “we’re not done yet.”

At Shikaku’s response, Hiashi quirked a brow.

“In that case, I should thank you twice, Nara.”

Shikaku chuckled as he turned toward the shower, opening its door and stepping inside.

He turned on the spray of hot water.

And continued to sing.

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can’t wait ‘til the morning has come…

Hiashi chose to forgo their duet this time, sinking deeper into the tub and closing his eyes while casually rubbing the soapy washcloth over his upper body. He was certain that the Hotel Kanronomori had never been graced with greater privilege than that of having Shikaku Nara singing Van Morrison in one of their showers.

They may need to carry me out of this hotel on a stretcher, he thought as he soaked.

Fine by me.

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Shikaku’s showers were always quick but thorough. It was a skill he had to learn growing up in a home where six people were sharing a single bathroom. He scrubbed himself vigorously as he sang, almost unconsciously, but his serenade abruptly ended when the soap made contact with what felt like cuts on one side of his upper body, causing him to flinch.

He reached around with his arm, gently fingering the cuts. He found four punctures. That’s when he remembered.

Flashback* “AH, NARA!” *flashback

It had been the call of the wild, the moment when Shikaku had set off an orgasm in Hiashi so brutal it caused the man to scream at the top of his lungs while digging his nails into the Nara’s back until his skin gave beneath the pressure, leaving four crescent-shaped punctures in a curved line on either of Shikaku’s sides.

He switched arms and fingered the opposite set of punctures, smiling.

The memory of Hiashi’s scream and the way his body gripped his own was still fresh. It had been so tight he could scarcely move, so pleasing to his senses that his eyes rolled back, his mind briefly unable to process it all.

He wanted to do it again—the begging, the screaming, all of it. He needed more.

He ignored the anxiety that reared its head at the realization.

Shikaku finished humming the song he started singing as he washed himself and then made quick work of washing and conditioning his hair. At his age, he was thrilled to still have so much.

He rinsed himself beneath the warmer-than-warm water, allowing the feel of it as it ran through his scalp and down his body to invigorate him more.

Ah. Shikaku shut off the water and squeezed the excess from his hair before opening the shower door and stepping out, grabbing a towel that hung from the bar on the wall to absorb more water from his dripping locks.

He turned toward the bathtub as he dried his hair, pleased to see his lover reclining in the milky water and staring back at him with eyes almost as pallid.

He looks like a mer-man, Shikaku thought to himself as the pair watched one another.

Enchanted by the vision in front of him, Shikaku stepped slowly toward the bathtub.

Hiashi met his dazed look with one of lust, carefully taking in every detail on the wet naked man approaching him, from the long wet hairs on his toes to the towel that lay in a haphazard heap beneath one hand on top of his lover’s head.

He allowed his eyes to travel leisurely southward again, stopping when they landed on the long, powerful cock that hung between Shikaku’s thighs.

Hiashi quirked a brow.

“What?” the Nara had the nerve to ask, stopping when he reached the side of the tub and pulling the towel away from his hair.

Hiashi shook his head. “You are a venerable freak of nature, chemist.”

Shikaku smirked at Hiashi’s remark. “I think you mean veritable, lawyer.”

Hiashi shook his head again. “No, I don’t.”

Shikaku lowered himself to his knees beside the tub, now eye-to-eye with the long-haired man. Wet, wavy locks of hair fell to his shoulders.

“There isn’t anything remotely venerable about any part of me, Hyuuga”, the Nara challenged.

Hiashi leaned forward enough that their lips were only inches apart. “You’re only saying that because you’ve never had it pounding into you”, he responded. “I could swear there were gods standing in the room holding up cards with large number tens printed on them when I came.”

Shikaku laughed out loud at Hiashi’s comment. He’d been complimented many times before, but never like that.

“You certainly have a way with words, Hyuuga”, Shikaku responded.

“I’m only making my point, Nara”, Hiashi countered.

Shikaku responded the only way he could think of.

“You’re welcome”, he stated.

Hiashi Hyuuga was doing wonderful, terrible things for his ego.

The Nara leant forward, closing the space between them to initiate a kiss that was the barest brush of lips against lips. He pulled away, committing the sensation to memory and catching Hiashi’s eyes with his own for a moment before leaning in to press their lips together more firmly.

They were barely reconnected when a sharp rap on the door was heard.

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Shikaku reluctantly pulled away with a sigh. “That’s probably dinner.”

He got up from the floor and wrapped the towel around his waist. “You coming?” he asked as he walked out of the bathroom.

Hiashi hesitated for a moment, peeved at the interruption before bounding into action, unplugging the drain to let the water out and then getting out of the tub. His movements were tentative at first, and as he realized the pain powder had indeed done its job he stepped up his pace, grabbing a robe to conceal his semi-erect nudity.

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Shikaku strode toward the door to open it, but Hiashi stopped him.

“Wait”, the Hyuuga called from behind him, emerging from the bathroom. He scurried to catch up, ignoring any pain he might have been feeling.

“Let me answer it Nara”, Hiashi told him, “you’re practically naked.”

Shikaku held his ground in compliance as Hiashi walked past him to open the door.

A bespectacled young woman stood at the door, behind a trolley bearing what appeared to be their dinner. She had a mass of curly black hair around her face and shoulders and wore a hotel uniform.

She blinked, her mind disbelieving what her eyes beheld. The man before her was stunning.

“Room service”, she announced in a voice not meant to be sensual. She wondered if the man was someone important, royalty perhaps. He certainly gave off the vibe.

Hiashi opened the door wider, thinking to himself that the small woman had missed her calling as a schoolteacher, and stepped aside to let her in.

“Come in”, he entreated.

As she pushed the cart into the room, the woman made a subtle effort of surveying her surroundings, noting one bed in disarray and an unmistakable scent. She stopped when she reached the living area, struck by the sight of a taller, darker man, who stood in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist with his arms folded across his chest.

“Where would you like it?” she asked in a calm voice, conscious of every possible interpretation of that question the instant it left her throat.

“Where would we like it?” the Nara asked as he looked at Hiashi.

The woman shuddered at the sound of that voice. It wasn’t deep like his companion’s voice, but raspy…suggestive.

“Right here on the table is fine”, Hiashi responded.

She busied herself unloading the trays from the trolley and then arranging the food on the table, trying not to stare at the two men. It was obvious to her what had occurred between them in the room, and the thought made her smile in spite of herself.

“Will there be anything else?” the woman asked when she finished, finally looking back and forth between them.

“No, thank you”, Shikaku responded, moving forward.

The woman stiffened at his approach, an act that was not lost on either man. Shikaku moved around her toward the door and opened it. She saw her cue and moved swiftly, surprised when the man at the door pressed a bill into her hand.

“Goodnight”, he spoke, and the woman took one last look before leaving the room, the door closing quietly behind her.

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Shikaku closed the door and turned to face his lover.

He walked toward him where he stood next to the table, shaking his head.

“What?” it was Hiashi’s turn to ask.

“Some things never change”, Shikaku answered. “People still react to you as if you are the full moon in the night sky.”

“What are you talking about?” Hiashi asked as he made himself comfortable on the floor on one side of the table. Their dinner, a feast of sushi, looked extremely appetizing.

“Now you’re going to pretend that woman wasn’t totally struck dumb by your presence? I bet she would have tossed you her underwear in the next minute if I hadn’t been in the room.”

Hiashi quirked a brow. “You’re exaggerating, Nara and besides, you were standing there in a towel that barely covered your business; I think you might have intimidated her just a tad.”

Shikaku sat down at the table directly opposite Hiashi.

“That could only have intimidated her if she’d even noticed”, he responded, unfolding his dinner napkin to lie across the towel that covered his lap.

“Well, it’s impossible to miss, Nara, it’s like another person in here.”

Shikaku made a face then. “Oh, that’s funny”, he responded.

“I’ve got a million of those saved up. You may consider yourself warned”, the Hyuuga announced.

“I’ll keep that in mind”, Shikaku acknowledged, seeking out and then reaching for the sake pitcher on the table.

Hiashi picked up his empty cup and extended it. Shikaku filled the cup, and then filled his own before setting the pitcher down on the table.

He raised his cup then, followed by Hiashi.

“Kanpai”, they spoke in unison, and then drank.

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“Aaah.” Shikaku reveled in the warmth and taste of the sake as it made its way down his throat.

“That’s good stuff”, he announced, reaching for the pitcher to pour himself another.

“So”, Hiashi began as he picked up a piece of tuna, “what about your wife?”

“What do you mean?” Shikaku responded.

“Well, I’ve never been part of anything like this, I mean, how should it work? What are the rules?”

The rules. “You mean are you allowed to touch her?”

Shikaku set down his cup and looked carefully at his long-haired lover before he answered.

“Yes.”

It was the answer Hiashi had hoped for. He’d lost count of how many nights he spent dreaming of the three of them in bed together. He could hardly wait to have that woman in his arms, to feel her passion. Now, he had her husband’s permission.

“I warn you, though, she’s got tremendous appetites”, Shikaku cautioned.

She would have to, to have been married to you for so long. “I’ll do my best to keep up.”

“What about Tenten?” Shikaku ventured.

Hiashi’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“After what happened at the dinner party, I’m guessing she’s history”, Shikaku answered.

“As good as forgotten”, Hiashi reassured. He picked up a piece of salmon with his chopsticks and slipped it between his lips.

“It’s almost a tragedy. She was an acrobatic little thing”, Shikaku remarked as he sipped his sake.

“Well, it was entertaining while it lasted”, Hiashi commented absently.

“How long did it last, Hyuuga?”

Hiashi paused, brows furrowed; then he held up one hand, pressing each fingertip to the tip of his thumb in a silent tally.

“In total? About nine hours”, he finally responded.

“Nine hours?” Shikaku verified.

“Give or take a half-hour.” Hiashi continued to eat his meal.

“It seems as though it should have taken longer for you to get bored”, Shikaku assessed.

“Well, you can’t judge a book by its cover.”

Shikaku pondered that statement silently before he responded.

“Of course, you never were one for long-term entanglements, were you?”

Hiashi stopped eating and looked up to find the Nara’s intense eyes on him.

“I never used to be”, he confessed.

“So what’s changed, Hyuuga?” Shikaku asked.

Hiashi wiped his mouth with his dinner napkin. “I’ve been inspired.”

Shikaku quirked a brow. “Inspired, huh?”

He folded his arms across his chest again.

“What if you’re wrong? What if what feels like inspiration to you now is—not?”

Hiashi gulped. Of course, he anticipated being asked this question. He’d asked it of himself a number of times, until his mind and, perhaps, his heart was happy with the answer. He was ready to share it with Shikaku now; he only hoped nothing was lost in the translation.

“Do you remember what it was like before, when we were friends and spent all that time together? That was good for me, Nara…maybe the best I’d ever had. Back then I thought the only way it could get any better was if we were all naked. So I made a move. I never imagined you’d react the way you did, and…”

Hiashi furrowed his brows. “It damaged me”, he concluded, as if stunned by the realization.

“I’m sorry about that, Hyuuga”, Shikaku responded calmly.

Hiashi snorted. “No you’re not. Your actions were guided by your sense of moral obligation. You don’t owe me an apology for putting your family first.”

“But I never meant for anyone to get hurt”, Shikaku told him.

“Well, for the longest time I didn’t realize I was. I’d never had a friendship like mine with you and Yoshino to compare. Over time and by process of elimination I realized that what we had…it set a remarkable standard in my life.”

Hiashi’s face took on a far-away look.

“We three are definitely of the same species, aren’t we? As much alike as we are different. When we were together, something phenomenal was at work. Then, when we weren’t friends anymore, it was as if…as if I were slowly becoming extinct.

I tried to re-create your effect on my life in other ways. I failed miserably. You and your wife are very special people, Nara. Maybe if I’d known just how special, I wouldn’t have allowed five years to get away from us.”

Hiashi’s words had Shikaku’s heart racing. He didn’t know what to say.

He was too stunned to so much as squirm as he watched the Hyuuga get up, walk around the table and sit next to him.

He could feel Hiashi’s heat, smell his scent. He could hear his heart thumping, and was aware of the fact that the beat matched that of his own racing heart.

Where was Yoshino? He needed her there beside him, holding his hand.

Hiashi reached up to tuck his hair behind his ears, his eyes focused on his hands as he folded them in his lap and continued to speak in a calm voice.

“You feel it too, don’t you Nara? Like we’ve always known each other? That we were all meant to be together this way?”

Please stop, Shikaku pleaded silently, blinking slowly. He was being pulled apart with every sentiment.

But Hiashi went on.

“You asked me how I could be sure about the way I feel. My answer is that I’ve been wrong about my feelings many, many times.”

Hiashi looked at the man sitting next to him then.

“But not this time. I’ve never felt so sure about anything”, the Hyuuga answered.

Shikaku couldn’t take any more. Breathing had become a challenge. He dared to return Hiashi’s gaze and saw the unmasked anxiety there.

I feel that too.

“I’m in this, Nara”, Hiashi continued. “To whatever end it meets.”

Hiashi’s words were abruptly halted by the insistence of a pair of warm lips against his mouth. He closed his eyes as he felt a hand wrap itself around his nape and his body being ushered back against the floor.

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Hiashi Hyuuga had confessed to Shikaku Nara. He had submitted, in that deep and proper voice. And it had blown the Nara’s mind.

Now Shikaku ached to make a confession of his own.

He wanted to tell Hiashi that he’d been powerfully attracted to him from the moment they all met.

He wanted to tell him that despite all the sexual tension that existed between them the entire time, their friendship had been valuable to him too.

He wanted to tell him that one of the most painful things he’d ever had to do was tell his wife that he wouldn’t sleep with him when she asked, because it meant turning his back on his true self in favor of a drawn-out façade—again--only to have to say it again when he asked.

He wanted to tell Hiashi that Yoshino was his love, his soul mate, and had been for all his life; but that if it were possible to have more than one in a single lifetime, he believed it was him.

And that frightened the hell out of him.

Maybe he would someday, when Yoshino was with them and fear wasn’t robbing him of his strength. He lacked the Hyuuga’s verbal facility, but he wouldn’t let that stop him.

In the meantime he would do something else. He would use his lips, his tongue, his hands, and his cock to try to confess his heart, and then pray that Hiashi understood.

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Shikaku slipped his tongue between Hiashi’s lips as he adjusted the weight of his body between the man’s legs, rubbing that hard cock against him.

Hiashi moaned at the friction and spread his legs to better accommodate the man lying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Shikaku’s waist, grabbing the towel he still wore with both hands and yanking it away.

Shikaku broke their kiss, hissing at the friction. He reached between their squirming bodies to pull at the sash on Hiashi’s robe, his panting blowing heated air against the Hyuuga’s throat.

No words were spoken as Shikaku helped Hiashi out of the trap that was his robe, surprised that it hadn’t been destroyed in the process. It lay on the floor beneath the wild-haired man as he squirmed beneath him.

The sensation of hot flesh against hot flesh had Hiashi whimpering and Shikaku trying like hell not to push himself into Hiashi’s body.

“Nara, please!” Hiashi whined.

That cock was right there. Hiashi arched into it, desperate to feel it breaching him. Some portion of his mind reminded him that they were on the floor squirming around without benefit of condoms or lube, and that penetration under those conditions would be painful on a brand-new scale, but he didn’t care. He wanted Shikaku inside him, stretching him, filling him, owning him.

All Shikaku had to do was push it in.

The Nara buried his face against Hiashi’s neck. He was breathing in the sharp scent of their combined arousal. He felt pre-cum in the hairs on his abdomen.

He didn’t want to get up, but he knew they needed to. Another moment on the floor and he would be sealing them together and forcing the Hyuuga to scream out his confession once more.

He opened his mouth, ready to tell Hiashi to get on the bed when he felt himself being shoved onto his back. Before he could gather his bearings he felt Hiashi’s long hair sliding down his body and his hot mouth making contact with his cock.

“Hyuuga!” the name ripped from his throat.

The man was sucking and licking the tip of his cock.

Gods, he was going to come.

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Hiashi adjusted his position between Shikaku’s legs and grabbed his cock with one hand.

Hiashi could taste Shikaku’s cum on his lips. He stroked the abnormally long and twitching erection he clutched in his hand, feeling empowered.

He licked his lips, slowly and thoroughly, while watching his lover with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Shikaku watched as Hiashi lowered his head over his cock once more. His whole body jolted at the sensation of that mouth enclosing him. He was ready to thrust into that heat, but a voice in his mind warned him not to.

“Hyuuga”, he rasped as he watched. “Gods, Hyuuga, get on the bed!”

Shikaku sat up then. He framed Hiashi’s head with his hands and urged him as gently as he could off his cock.

Hiashi lifted his head and Shikaku was kissing him then. He moved to return the kiss when the Nara stopped him.

“On the bed.”

Hiashi needed no further prodding. He got up from the floor and made his way toward the bed. Shikaku was right behind him.

He got onto the bed and moved into position on his back, spreading his legs and bending his knees. Shikaku was over him in a flash, mouth at his ear.

“You’re mine, Hyuuga”, he purred into the man’s ear seconds before taking his mouth in a heated kiss.

Hiashi wrapped a hand around the back of the Nara’s head and met that teasing tongue with his own. He snaked his other hand between the two of them, not to grasp his own hard length, but to stroke Shikaku’s. He moaned when his fingers made contact with the hard, hot organ.

Shikaku pushed into that hand stroking him and moaned his approval, tearing his mouth away.

“Yes”, he hissed.

“What are you waiting for?” Hiashi asked. He was out of his mind with need by now, so eager to be stretched and filled.

“You want me to take you dry?” Shikaku asked in response.

“I don’t care”, Hiashi told him. “I just want you in me.”

Gods.

“It’s so long and hard, Nara. I want it in me, please.”

Shit.

Shikaku grabbed Hiashi’s arm by the wrist to stay his stroke. His words were exciting him even more. If they weren’t careful, the Hyuuga would end up jacking him off right then.

He shook his head slightly to try to quiet the demon that was urging him to push his length into the body of the wanton soul who lay begging beneath him.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, but we will do this properly”, he told him, pulling both their hands out from between them. “I want you screaming from pleasure, not pain.”

“Then hurry, Nara”, Hiashi pleaded.

Shikaku raised himself up on his knees and reached for his case. He retrieved a condom, lube and a new syringe from inside. He worked quickly, surprised he didn’t drop something. Hiashi watched him while he slowly stroked his own cock with one hand and sucked two fingers of his other hand.

Shit.

Shikaku tossed the case aside when he was ready, and then breached the man beneath him; first with the syringe full of lube, and then with two of his fingers, ignoring the way his own sheathed cock was signaling its need.

Hiashi slipped his own fingers in with them. The pain powder was still working its magic. He began to writhe on the digits inside him suggestively, his movements punctuated by labored breaths and moans.

“It’s enough”, he announced after a short time. He didn’t want to wait anymore. He wanted Shikaku inside him now.

Both men removed their fingers. Then Shikaku braced a hand behind each of Hiashi’s knees and pushed them toward his upper torso as he breached him again, this time with his cock.

“Agh!”

Neither man had time to adjust as Shikaku continued to push that hard hot cock forward into that slickened hole.

“Is that what you wanted?” Shikaku asked his lover.

“Gods, yes, Nara, yes, it’s so good, I’m so full, don’t stop I need you…”

Shikaku shook his head and pulled back. “Fuck, Hyuuga.”

He pushed forward again with a grunt, squeezed by the Hyuuga’s eager ass, fighting the urge to bury himself deeper than what was safe for them.

He removed his hands from Hiashi’s knees, repositioning them beneath his shoulders and burying his face against his lover’s neck.

“Keep those knees up”, he rasped.

Hiashi did as he was told.

“Is this what you…waited five years for?” Shikaku asked, moving in a masterful and deliberate rotation of his hips.

“Ah! Yes. Gods, Nara, please!” Hiashi squealed.

“That’s a…long time to…go without having…your needs met.”

Hiashi thrust into the motion of the Nara’s hips, desperate for more.

“Meeting them…now”, Hiashi managed. Fuck, he wanted—needed—for the Nara to go faster, deeper.

Shikaku changed the direction of his rotation, and Hiashi called out.

“Nara!” Beads of sweat broke out on the long-haired man’s brow. “This…feels so good, you feel so good…you’re driving me…insane.”

“So vocal, Hyuuga”, Shikaku commented. “I like it.”

He thrust his hips forward again, and felt Hiashi’s body jolt. Amid a pitched chorus of moans and broken sentences he established a steady, controlled rhythm. It was a challenge—the sensation was incendiary. Hiashi was hot, slick and tight inside. They fit together so well. It felt good.

Shikaku found one of Hiashi’s hands and interlaced their fingers, moving them above one of the Hyuuga’s shoulders as he continued to slide in and out of him.

Breathing became ragged. Breathy, broken, unintelligible sentiment filled the air along with the powerful scent of their sex.

Does this feel like I’m making love to you?

The question sprang to Shikaku’s mind, spawning the surge of a profound mix of lust and panic. He shoved it to the back of his mind and continued to press himself in and out of the beautiful body lying open beneath him with level strokes, but not before tightening his hand’s hold on the other’s.

“Harder, Nara”, Hiashi panted, intruding on his lover’s silent panic, “Deeper.” He wrapped a muscular, hairy leg around Shikaku’s waist and clenched his ass around the stiff cock inside him.

The sensation jolted the Nara this time, causing his eyes to roll back briefly. Before he could check himself he pulled back and thrust forward, deeper than before, causing both men to hiss.

“Fuck, Hyuuga”, Shikaku bit out. He had to be careful. Hiashi could make him lose control easily, and that could be dangerous. He didn’t want to hurt him. He had intended to give him a little more each time until the man was able to accommodate him fully.

But Gods, did it feel good to be buried so deeply inside him. So heady…it felt as if his cock were trapped in there.

Hiashi wrapped his other leg around Shikaku and repeated his earlier motion, an urgent attempt to get his point across.

“Dammit Hyuuga!” Shikaku exclaimed, releasing his hold on the man’s hand and raising his upper body on his hands. He remained buried inside him but was no longer thrusting. “I’ll break you today—right now—if you don’t quit it.”

A swift rotation of his hips for emphasis had Hiashi moaning and arching and clenching his needy ass around that swollen cock again.

“I won’t break”, the Hyuuga responded. “I want it all. You said you’d give me…whatever I wanted.”

Hiashi clenched again. Shikaku squeezed his eyes shut and fought the urge to surge forward.

“You told me you didn’t want pain”, he reminded the long-haired man.

“I don’t. I want you. All of you. Give it to me, Nara, please.”

Shikaku shook his head. Gods, the begging was tearing him down.

He had to end this. He was sure Hiashi, in his lust-addled state, didn’t know what he was asking for.

It brought to mind memories of Günter, who hadn’t been satisfied with trying to swallow his cock and receiving a facial from him. After that night he didn’t let up, constantly begging for more. The too-naïve Shikaku eventually gave in, rationalizing that it would help him come to terms with this new version of his sexuality and that neither man was currently involved with anyone else.

But for all his attempts to keep things safe, it went wrong. Günter wanted too much too soon, and like any young man eager to satisfy his lover, Shikaku gave it to him. Unfortunately he wound up putting the German size queen in the hospital with a perforated rectum.

The aftermath of that bizarre event was even more bizarre. Once word got out, Shikaku was receiving an exponential amount of overt attention from both genders of students, and even from some who didn’t attend school there, all looking to become his next conquest.

It was a long time after he’d graduated before he could even begin to understand that.

But it wasn’t all bad. It was during that crazy time he met and befriended Yoshino, who helped him to cope with the circus freak show his college life had turned into.

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Shikaku looked down into Hiashi’s half-lidded, lust-glazed eyes. He looked so wanton and beautiful. And he was his. The Hyuuga had said it himself—he belonged with him and Yoshino. The Nara believed it too.

Shikaku adjusted his position and began to move in and out of his lover again with tempered strokes, throwing in an occasional roll of his hips for measure. It set the Hyuuga to shameless squirming, eager to be pounded more deeply. Shikaku ignored the continued shouts of ‘harder!’ and whimpers of ‘deeper’ and focused his efforts on bringing them both to cataclysmic mutual release.

When they were both on the precipice of it, writhing helplessly, sweating profusely, mumbling disjointed syllables of lust and pleasure, Shikaku reached between them for Hiashi’s cock. He stroked him carefully, strategically, rasping these words in the process: “cum for me, Hyuuga.”

For Hiashi there was no choice but to obey. The cry of the Nara’s name from his throat was loud and clear when he clenched around that long hard cock in his ass, heavy spurts of hot cum erupting from his twitching erection and dragging him from consciousness once again.

Shikaku squeezed his eyes closed and followed him over, yelling Hiashi’s name out loud in kind, overwhelmed by the intensity of his completion.


The Nara hadn’t given Hiashi what he wanted. He couldn’t—not without hurting him. Instead he gave him as much as he could, with a promise to himself that it was the last request the Hyuuga might ever again make of him that he would have to refuse.

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A/N: Wow. I wrote it, and I’m overwhelmed. So much emotion, and what passion! These two definitely have it bad for each other.

Well, the two men are now physically and emotionally drained from the evening’s events. What happens next? Stay tuned to find out (the next chapter shouldn’t take another four months) and please leave a review!