Inevitabile Resveglio

A/N: This is it, folks. The final chapter of Inevitabile Resveglio, my only WIP. Now I feel like I could die peacefully.

I misspelled Resveglio, by the way. That’s been pointed out to me. But I was already too far gone with the whole thing by that time, and decided to simply let it be. I choose to see it as a quirk of the tale, rather than a pitiful reflection of my knowledge of Italian.

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This chapter isn’t beta’d. I knew if I sent it out that it stood a good chance of not being posted for at least another week. It’s been long enough. The fic was written inside my head a long time ago. Let it be done, I say.

If you’ve been with me since February 2009, I want you to know how much it means to me that you have supported my efforts. Thank you.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Warning: unbeta’d; angst; het; language; lemon; romance; yaoi

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Yoshino opened the door of the room and walked in slowly.

She closed the door gently behind her while her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The humid air filled her nose with the scent of male musk and sex.

Oh.

She loved the scent. It was so masculine, so filthy. It usually meant there was at least one hot naked man nearby. She inhaled a long breath through her nose while closing her eyes. Pornographic images continued to fill her mind.

She flattened a hand against her abdomen, feeling the heat in her core, and dropped her bags to the ground next to her feet.

She opened her eyes.

There were two beds in the room. One of them had not been touched; it was still made, its surface still smooth and unencumbered with personal effects.

In the other bed lay a man, flat on his stomach, with his arms and legs askew and his face turned away from her. He was dead to the world.

The only thing that covered him was his hair.

Yoshino’s breath sped up. Hiashi.

He looked so sexy lying there, so…spent. His position offered her a tantalizing view of a naked ass that was every bit as nice as she’d ever imagined it would be. Honestly, she couldn’t wait to feel the skin beneath her fingertips.

She looked around the room. Where was her husband?

Yoshino moved stealthily around the suite in search of Shikaku. When she didn’t find him, she headed outside. She stepped through the sliding door. The garden was beautiful and fragrant and peaceful. Lights along the pathways made navigation in the dark a romantic venture rather than something daunting or dangerous.

She turned her head slightly as the wind shifted, offering her the hint of a scent nearly subsumed by the aroma of the garden. She turned around, confident that she had found what she sought.

Her husband sat on a bench against the back wall of the suite. His hair was pulled up haphazardly in an elastic band. He wore a loosely-tied hotel yukata and held a lit cigarette in one hand. His knees were spread far enough apart that Yoshino could tell he wore nothing underneath.

Yoshino felt her brows furrow as she cocked her head. Her husband looked worried.

Without a word, she walked over to him. She sat down on the ground between his knees and rested her head against one thigh. They were together again and she was glad. A balance had been restored.

The familiar scent of him mingled with something new and different on his skin. She could feel his pulse beneath her head.

Seconds later, she felt the weight of a gentle hand in her hair.

“We should go inside”, she suggested, raising her head to look into eyes that, upon closer inspection, somehow seemed alarmingly vacant.

He nodded slightly.

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They walked in silence. Yoshino was the first to go into the suite, but moved away from the entrance to allow her husband to come in behind her. Shikaku slid the door closed. He made a beeline for the empty bed and sat down on the side facing Hiashi’s sleeping form, his head lowered like a humble man before a confession.

Yoshino followed quietly and found a spot in the shadows to stand where she had an unobstructed view of both men. Shikaku’s body language was very telling.

All that could be heard were the sounds of breathing and the white noise from the spring. Yoshino waited patiently.

Then Shikaku began sobbing.


It began as a trickle, like a leak in a dam. But it wasn’t long before Shikaku’s entire body shook with his sobs, as if the dam had disintegrated beneath the might of all it had been holding back. He seemed like a child sitting there, using his hands and sleeves to wipe his leaking nose and eyes and sniffling intermittently.

When he was calm enough, he spoke. “He’s magnificent, love”, he began without looking at her. “His hair is like silk and his body is small and warm and firm. He--he smells so good—like hot sake or, or searing meat; it just makes you hungry and thirsty the same time and those hands, they felt so good, touching me…everywhere.”

He slowly turned his head to meet his wife’s eyes in the dim darkness of the room. “Even his feet are perfect”, he confided to her, turning back to watch the man on the bed.

“His voice”, he continued, “whispered some of the most amazing things my ears have ever heard. He surrendered himself to me, Love. I took him, and it was…” Shikaku shook his head.

Yoshino watched her husband begin to sob again. “I can’t do this”, he declared between sobs. “I can’t handle this, it’s too much. I can’t—I can’t—“

Yoshino went to her husband then, sitting next to him on the bed and wrapping her arms around his shaking frame.

“You can, Shikaku”, she soothed. “We can. We’ve wanted this for a long time. It’s just what we need.”

“I’m scared, love”, he choked out. “What if he gets bored? What if I lose you? I-I can’t screw this up, I—“

“Shikaku you’re talking nonsense”, Yoshino countered, a firm hand on his chin turning his face toward hers. “You are my husband and my best friend. I love you. I won’t leave you”, she reassured him, searching his face. “Besides if you lose me, you lose Hiashi. He wants us together.”

She turned to look at the figure lying on the bed, which hadn’t budged, even with all the noise in the room. “Look at him, Shikaku. He wanted this for seven years, and tonight you practically put him into a coma.”

A corner of her mouth turned up. “Do you really think he could walk away from this so easily?”

Shikaku took his wife’s hand in his, willing himself back to calm, placated by her gentle reminder of their collective truth. He loved Yoshino so much. She was his Jiminy Cricket, the soothing voice of reason that never failed him.

For a few seconds they sat together and silently watched the sleeping man. Watched, and contemplated.

There was just the three of them together in the room, like that night a week ago in Neji’s kitchen. They were together again, so soon after having been apart for so long, a fact of which both were very aware.

Yoshino raised their joined hands to her mouth, kissing his gently.

“Did you hold his cock with this hand, Shikaku?” she asked.

Shikaku drew in a sharp breath, stunned by the question he wasn’t certain he’d actually heard. “What kind of sounds did he make with that sensual voice of his while you touched him?” he heard her ask breathily.

By a miracle, Shikaku’s cock began to stiffen. He looked at his wife and a whine escaped his throat.

“Tell me”, she urged, looking at him with lust in her eyes.

Yoshino slipped one hand into her husband’s yukata, boldly grasping his warm, hardening flesh. “Your body remembers it well”, she husked, running her fingers along the skin. “Will you take him again for me, so I can hear him scream for you?”

Shikaku’s eyes grew wide as he exhaled a ragged breath, reached for his wife and laid her back against the bed. Her hand still surrounded the turgid flesh between his legs. He pried it off, slipping the digits into his mouth.

Yoshino moaned as her husband made a place between her spread legs, looking down at her with lust in his eyes as he suckled his own taste from her fingers. He was pure temptation like this, surging with need.

“I’ll slip those fingers you’re sucking inside myself while I watch”, she breathed. “You’ll make us both come at the same time.”

Shikaku growled, this time while grinding down into his wife’s crotch. The forbidden image of his wife masturbating herself to orgasm while she watched him fuck Hiashi was now fully present in his mind. That, combined with the sound of his wife uttering the words aloud was taking him to a place he was sure he’d never been before—and it was making him harder than steel.

Yoshino cried out in pleasure as Shikaku ground against her. She knew her husband well. He likely spent hours driving himself in and out of the man in the next bed, and yet here he was, the idea of her watching them together making him as hard as could be when a normal man would have nothing left.

“I’ll break his back”, Shikaku growled, lowering his head to devour his wife’s sweet mouth.

“Oh, I know you will”, she replied between kisses, her hands everywhere on him. “I remember what you did to that blond in college. Ah, you fucked him so good didn’t you?”

Shikaku rolled his hips sharply and grunted in response.

“Were you rough with Hiashi?” she continued. “Did he beg you to fuck him hard too?”

Shikaku growled again and began to pull impatiently at the barriers separating his flesh from hers. If only she knew…if she’d been there, then she would have heard how desperately Hiashi begged to be made the Nara’s bitch. Shikaku had gone half out of his mind from it. Now she was there, and confessing her own lusty desires to him.

For her part, Yoshino was helping, frantically tugging his open yukata down off his shoulders. He stopped long enough to free his arms from the garment before flinging it away carelessly, and then resumed undressing the petite woman beneath him.

They couldn’t get her naked fast enough. Garments of various sizes lay in piles that surrounded their naked twitching bodies. Without preamble Shikaku positioned his face between his wife’s spread thighs. Then, with a firm hold on each leg, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick her thoroughly.

He reveled in the way her hands tugged at his loose locks; at the way she hissed and mewled and moaned, arching her body and thrusting her most sensitive parts against his face while he tasted her, pleasured her. He responded with reverent skill, his tongue gliding in, out and over her hot smooth flesh. Her core was an epiphany, the venerable quintessence of all that was woman. And even after almost thirty years of marriage, it was still a thrill to have her like this: exposed, flushed, panting, and completely at his mercy.

She still tasted better than anything else to him.

“Ah, Shikaku”, Yoshino managed through the torturous pleasure, “did you taste him? Did you swallow it d-down? Oh”, she murmured, her head lolling from side to side as she arched into his mouth. Gods, she would never, ever get over how good he was at what he was doing. Her entire body was singing.

He responded by pushing his face in deeper, his tongue running the entire length of her crevice.

She moaned and he pulled back, tickling her inner thighs with his wet facial hair.

She smiled, her eyes closed, as she felt him kissing those sensitive spots.

He could feel her smiling as he thrust his hot tongue deep, resolved to make her beg.

“Oh! Gods, I’m…so wet”, she exclaimed as she undulated, her eyelids fluttering frantically as her eyes rolled back. Her body moved independent of her will, Shikaku’s talented tongue reducing her mind to mush.

“Shikaku”, she whined desperately.

It was his cue. He got up then, positioning himself over her writhing naked form. He lowered his head toward hers, and they met in a messy, musky kiss. Her tongue lapped at her essence on his face as lusty grunts escaped her throat.

Wet noises escaped from between parting thighs as her hips rose to meet with the twitching cock trapped between them.

Shikaku listened to her panting beneath him. On an exhale, he pushed himself into her.

Yoshino gasped sharply at the sensation of her husband’s long hard cock gliding into her. She wrapped her limbs around his body in response as he spoke.

“Do you know what he did, Love?” Shikaku rasped as he filled his wife’s core. “He came and then passed out before I could even get the whole way inside him.”

Shikaku thrust once, hard, and then reveled in the feel of his wife’s muscles clenching around him before pulling back.

He thrust in again, deeper, with a grunt. Yoshino gasped. “And then when he woke up I actually fucked him and he passed out again.”

He pulled back again. “And when he woke up again, he asked me if he could do this”, he said, punctuating that last word with a piston of his hips. Yoshino cried out in pleasure.

“He wants you, Love”, Shikaku husked in his wife’s ear. “He wants to do to you what I am doing to you now. He wants sink into you and pleasure you like this. Do you know what? I’m going to let him. I’m going to let him lick you until you come while I finger his ass. Then I’m going to let him fuck you while I fuck him. Would you like that, Love? Would you like to hear the noises he makes while we’re fucking him?”

“Gods, Shikaku, yes, please…” Yoshino whimpered in response to the intensely, severely erotic image implanted in her mind.

Shikaku’s restraint was almost gone. Thoughts of the oh-so-sexy trio inspired him to unleash himself inside his wife, and she screamed at the savagery of all she was taking.

Once again the room came alive. Shikaku was rock-hard and pistoning into Yoshino. Wired on the sensation of her husband’s hard flesh inside her, she met each thrust with one of her own. It was the mating of two animals: nails dug into flesh, throats burned and lungs struggled for air heavy with the scents of sex.

“Shikaku”, Yoshino panted. Her entire body, soaking wet, hot and coiled tightly in preparation, throbbed in time with Shikaku’s strokes. Curt, high-pitched whimpers escaped her throat between long moans. She drug her hand up along her husband’s body until she reached his head, then fisted her hand into damp wavy locks at his nape.
Shikaku felt the tug at his nape and grit his teeth. “Ah, love”, he husked, “that feels so fucking good…you are so perfect and sexy…mmm I’m gonna fill you with my come, Love…and you take it all, you hear me, you take every drop…oh, Love…”

“I’m ready”, Yoshino gasped, blinking away salty sweat from her eyes. “Fill me up. Do it now, Shikaku, I’m going to come…”

Yoshino tugged at the hair on her husband’s nape once more, her insides clenching as her orgasm threatened.

“Shikaku…oh, baby, do it now…do it…”

“Love”, he growled, pistoning more harshly. “Oh, you come. You come right now!”

His love obeyed with a yell, her eyes squeezed shut, her nails dug deeply in flesh, her body tightly wrapped around her husband as she rode him to her peak and beyond.

Shikaku was there with her, releasing himself deep inside his wife, releasing, releasing…it was the biggest orgasm of his life, and it seemed to never end.

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The couple lay together in the bed, still damp and squishy from their activities. Yoshino curled her sated body into that of her husband, who gently stroked her hair with one hand. Their restless hearts kept time with one another’s as they slowed.

“Do you think he’s awake?” Yoshino mumbled drowsily.

Shikaku looked over his wife’s head at the body lying on the bed next to theirs. It hadn’t switched position. He confirmed the rise and fall that signaled breathing before looking away.

“Nope”, he responded quietly. “Gonna be morning before he stirs.”

“That’s—“ Yoshino began before a yawn seized her. “Perfect. I don’t know about you, but I could use some rest.”

Shikaku thought he could sleep for the next two days straight for all the energy he’d exerted. If the past twelve hours were an indication, then this new dynamic would certainly challenge his stamina. Not that he was worried. He knew there were far worse ways for a man to die than as part of a threesome, servicing his wife and their lover.

He looked at the face of the woman lying next to him and knew what a lucky man he was. Yoshino was sweet, intelligent, beautiful and so giving. Now that she was there with him—with them—everything felt right. Oh, he knew there would be a period of adjustment for them all to make, but he had high hopes that things would work out. After all, it was working out very well for their son and his partner, Hiashi’s nephew.

It dawned on Shikaku then that the five of them really had become a family. At that moment, it didn’t seem strange to him at all.

He looked over at the lone figure on the neighboring bed. He wished it were big enough to accommodate three bodies, but he didn’t let it bother him. In the morning they would begin as three, and he was certain the bed in Hiashi’s home would easily meet their needs.

“Yoshino Nara”, Shikaku spoke quietly. “I love you.”

She mumbled something unintelligible and squirmed, earning a lazy smirk from her exhausted husband, who finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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A/N: Many thanks again to everyone who tuned in, reviewed, backed me up beta-style and loved me with fan art. It’s been an honest-to-God adventure!