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The Shared Bed
By : c0p13r
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female
Views: 40611 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own 'NARUTO' and make no money from this fic.
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Please note that the first chapter has been rewritten, though it will not particularly affect this chapter nor sway the goal of the story. Also, I found out halfway through this chapter Naruto's daughter's name... then forgot it as soon as I needed to write it, so pardon the spelling errors. I don't care enough about her to actually look it up.
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            The next morning came with breakfast, usual droned morning greetings, and not a word about last night. Hinata had worried that Boruto would be strange or traumatized from last night – his favorite breakfast would ease him into the shocking morning – but he arrived disheveled from bed as always, grumbling a “Morning…” to his mom and sister. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and waited to be served. It was more – or less? – than Hinata could have hoped or expected. “Uh, g-good morning, Boruto.” She set his eggs and bacon in front of him, which he started to eat at once. An appetite… That was a good sign. Hinata breathed out relief, having prepared for awkward gestures and glances from her son. But she got nothing but a filled boy eager to get outside.
            “I’m meeting with Shikadai and Chocho. Inojin is with his mom at the flower shop today, so they need me to fill their third slot.”
            Hinata was all too happy to send him out of the house to live the normal life a boy should live. She smiled very joyfully for her reserved self. “Have fun. And be safe.” She had escaped a very awkward discussion for now.
            “Right!” He snatched up his jacket hung up on the coat rack and sped outside as his sister huffed and complained about him not inviting her. “He’s practicing hard to become a great ninja like your father,” Hinata soothed her, still picking clean the table of plates.
            The daughter fussed and made a puffy face. “I was able to take Daddy down,” she reminded her. “Boruto should ask me for training tips.”
            Hinata laughed a little. Not soon would it be forgotten that the wakening of the daughter’s Gentle Fist had happened on Naruto’s inauguration day. Setting the dishes into the sink, she looked back at the little girl. “Would you like to see your dad?”
            “Yeah!”
            After the dishes were washed and set aside to dry, mother and daughter traversed the bustling streets of Konoha, and while the daughter rushed to vendors to see their wares, Hinata made a beeline to the Hokage tower. Her opal eyes glanced above the majestic manor to the faces in the cliff wall. Seven of them; she remembered when there was only five, Tsunade-sama’s likeness being the last in line, at a time when Naruto boasted endlessly that he’d be the next Hokage. Well, it came eventually, she considered. But it certainly came at a cost.
            Naruto had slept at his desk. She could tell right away by the ink on his cheek. Tsunade-sama could be caught like that as well, if you found her in the morning before Shizune. But Shikamaru wasn’t so dutiful about little matters, and maybe it amused him. It wasn’t until Hinata arrived that Naruto realized the smudges, and Hinata proceeded to rub it off for him whilst their daughter clamored around the room, as if there was anything exciting to find amongst the stacks of documents and empty ramen cups,
            “Sorry for not being home,” Naruto sighed when Hinata’s tissue drifted away from his now-clean cheek. “The Raikage is saying something about a missed date for ninja cross-training, and the Mizukage keeps sending apologies for trade issues.” The chair creaked as he leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. “I have to go through all those scrolls, ya know. If I miss something important…”
            “We understand, Naruto,” Hinata said understandingly, folding her hands in front of her waist, smiling warmly at her husband. He gave a smile back; one of a tired man, one who doubted her. She could not face that look, feigning her gaze off to the side while biting her lip. “Boruto… misses you.”
            The mention of his son made Naruto groan out loud. “I’m trying to keep the village in line,” he said as if Boruto were there. “It’s hard to also raise him when…”
            “That’s why there are two parents, Naruto,” she hurriedly assured him. She leaned onto him, grabbing him by the arms gently. She looked deep in his eyes, and he looked back. Hers sparkled. “I can… I can handle our children while you lead us all.”
            “Hinata…”
            It was that rare, warm moment that had Hinata’s heart flutter like he was beyond her reach but still turned around to look her in the eye. Her lips heated. He’d lead the kiss; she was always too shy.
            “Daddy!!” The girl interrupted right before the stack of documents spoiled the mood entirely. Naruto, midway to kissing his wife, dropped back in his chair when he laid eyes on the mess. He said her name, exasperated. The girl didn’t look troubled by her accident, placing her fists on her little hips and glowering at him. “You should come home more! This place is boring!”
            Naruto couldn’t decide whether to be upset or grin and acknowledge his lengthy absences at home. “I have a duty to the village and the other villages,” he ended with her name to educate her. She fussed and refused his reason. And they would have had a tantrum on their hands had the door not opened for Shikamaru, meandering in with another string of scrolls held up like a bento.
            “More from the Mizukage,” he dully jeered before realizing Naruto’s company. “Oh, Hinata.” He also addressed their daughter.
            Hinata, feeling a bit flustered being caught bowing into the Hokage, straightened. “Oh, hello, Shikamaru-kun.” She politely bowed, and he simply nodded in kind. Simple courtesies were exchanged, but Shikamaru was swift to get to business and address the package of scrolls. Naruto sulked, the bright in his blues dimming quickly. What was a hearty family moment fell to business as usual. The Hokage groaned, rubbing the back of his head as the work he had nearly finished with throughout the night bulked up again for another, long struggle.
            Hinata’s eyes became downcast. Even to her, the list of duties Shikamaru went through was woefully tedious. When she looked to her spouse, she saw something in his eyes. His poor eyes that were once always so far-off and happy… Was it regret? The decision to become Hokage… and in a time of peace… Really, what qualified Naruto to be Hokage when he sought adventure and action? Having already achieved acknowledgement from Konoha and far beyond, the job seemed ill-suited.
            “You should go, Hinata,” he said amidst her wondering, rubbing his face under his palms. “This will be boring. Shikamaru said that I might as well be bolted inside for the rest of the day.”
            Hinata felt bad for taking the offer, but Hinawarmi (or something) immediately slammed her foot down and put on a forceful face. “I want to stay here with Daddy.” She glowered at her mom, ready to confront any rebuttal.
            But before Hinata could make the futile endeavor and wind up stuck in the office as well, Naruto said with as much cheer as he could muster, “It’s fine, Hinata. She can stay.” He addressed his daughter, giving her a nice, white smile. “How about this be a late birthday present, ya know?”
            He was tired, but Hinata was glad that he offered. Their daughter jubilated, and leaving them together, she could attend to Boruto and last night.
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            “You want me to what?” Chocho sat amongst the pile of snack chips brought in offering.
            Boruto looked away, pink in his cheeks and seeming sullen. His mouth was tight as he said, “I… want you to touch it or something.”
            Chocho fumed, folding her fat arms and leering hard at him; so hard that he snapped at her to stop looking at him like that. She was known to pull her early-developed breasts out of her shirt if someone gave her their bento or supplied her with junk food when her mom insisted she go on a diet. She always boasted that the Akimichi were proud of their bodies, so why not?
            “I don’t just go around, doing stuff like that, Boruto,” she announced in profuse offense, swinging away from him. She let on a drawn-out pause, then peeked back at him. “But,” she said carefully, her brown face flushing a little, “if you were your dad…”
            Boruto snarled hard at that condition. Like his dad needed something like this to boast his ego and congratulate him for being a terrible father! Even if Chocho would agree to a transformation, Boruto wouldn’t do it! “There’s no way, Chocho!”
            She shrugged nonchalantly. No skin off her nose… No snack bag out of her stash. “Alright,” she dismissively said, “but I’m keeping all this bounty.” She knelt down deep, splaying her legs, belying her round figure while also flashing up her skirt. Boruto peered without thinking. She wore white underwear, and it seemed too small for her, as it followed every crease of her crotch. While giving Boruto a free show – or was this just her way of matching his offer without doing what he wanted? – she sifted through the bags, carefully setting her favorites in one pile, doubles in another, and the quick-to-eat/quick-to-enjoy in a final pile. Fifteen bags in all; she was impressed that Boruto would give up so much.
            She got back up, clapping her hands as if she’d done some hard groundwork. She preened at him. “Well, you did give a lot.” She grabbed the collar of her white kimono in a motion to open them up. “Do you want to see? You can even have a touch… if you promise to bring candy tomorrow.”
            Boruto was almost about to turn away, but his cock had already made the decision to stay. He grumbled behind his lips, and then gave one nod. Without hesitation, Chocho widened the vee of her top and shoved one pudgy hand down. Out came a plump breast, soon followed by the other. The fishnet obscured the shade of her flesh, but her nipples were distinct, a tone darker than the rest of the hills. She balanced them both on her hands to put them on display.
            “Not bad, right?”
            Boruto swallowed. His cock started to thump in his black slacks. He nodded, but immediately thought that his mom’s were far more impressive. He imagined streaking Chocho with his penis spit like he had Hinata. However, Chocho had already said that she would not entertain that sort of idea. Never the less, he grabbed at his groin. Chocho took notice of this and said slyly, “Getting hard? Not surprising when you have such a beauty in front of you?”
            Boruto whined a little. Desperate, he asked, “Can you please just… touch it a little?”
            “Uh-uh!” Chocho declined again, quicker this time, and rougher. She let her tit drop from one hand so that she could wag a finger in Boruto’s face. “No way! That sort of privilege is saved for Shikadai and Inojin. If I give them handjobs before family practice, they’ll go easy on me. Mom likes to think that I’m improving faster than them.” She smirked proudly at the clever – if not immoral – scheme. Her dad kissed her hand when she won those fights, not knowing that that same hand had jerked off one of his friends’ son.
            “It’s just that it… hurts.” He pulled more at his trousers, hoping to appease Chocho’s mercy.
            “Then jerk off yourself!” She tucked her breasts back in her top. The show was over. “But not now! I can’t hang around all day to see you cum! Dad’s taking me to barbeque today!”
            “Just… just…!” In a last-ditch effort, Boruto fished out his cock so that Chocho could see for herself. Maybe that would be enough for her to agree to a pity jerking… But no. She just regarded the cock with semi-interest; she’d seen bigger when she peeped to the men’s side of the bathhouse.
            But maybe she was not completely without mercy. She walked over to him and set a hand down hard on his shoulder, and then said, “If it’s that much of a bother, why not just have Himawari (or something) take care of it? She’s your sister. She’s obligated to help you out and not tell your parents.”
            Boruto half-listened, but focused more on the very faint brush of his tip against Chocho’s fleshy thigh. He considered cramming it all at once between her thighs and force her to take care of his hard dick. But was she on to something? Could his sister offer a hand?
            His cock beaded some precum and spread it lightly on Chocho’s smooth thigh.
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            Boruto was not with Shikadai or Inojin; one was sitting amongst the marketplace to sketch the many passersby, and the other was hiding in a stairwell to prevent his mom and dad from seeing that he had his videogames glued between his hands. When asked, they both had said that they hadn’t seen Boruto all day. That concerned Hinata, but there were few places someone could hide in Konoha from a master of the Byakugan.
            Her eyes cracked and her world became an open abyss of lines, not surfaces. Three-hundred-sixty degree, x-ray, far-reaching vision; Hinata scanned each chakra system in an instant, passing over the unfamiliar ones until she came to one that she knew straight away.
            “Boruto’s at home?” The Byakugan faded, its intensity turning to worry. Hinata was not good with confrontation, even after all these years. She could stand up for herself, prove capable in battle, but there was something about meeting out discipline that she felt more comfortable letting Naruto-kun handle it. But for this matter, he could not be a part of; not if she wanted to keep this family in its structure. If Naruto were to find out…
            Hinata would not think of it and made all haste to home, leaping with such grace through the rooftops, landing with her toes perfectly on poles and posts that those standing underneath didn’t even notice. She made it to the quaint residence of the Uzumaki, and held back for a moment. She did not want to barge in. She did not want her son to think she was upset (though, rightfully, she could be). She just wanted to… understand.
            Byakugan… one more time, to confirm. And he was there, in his room. Sitting? Doing something… With his hand in between his legs.
            She gasped, realizing that she was now outside his door. The soft sounds inside were indication that he was masturbating; she needn’t the confirmation of her all-seeing eye to know this. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, her hand frozen just an inch from the doorknob. She shouldn’t intrude and embarrass him like this. His body was going through changes, and he had to figure out what that…
            “Ah! Himawarni (or something)!”
            This, Hinata could not ignore! If he had moaned out for her herself, she would not have thought it necessary to intervene. But if he was thinking of his sister…
            She opened the door – glad that he hadn’t locked it in any way – and intruded on Boruto’s shameless flogging of his cock. “Boruto,” she said softly while he yelled out in shock and humiliation. His two hands buried his cock underneath themselves, but Hinata had already seen it was there. She looked at his groin. He had taken his pants off fully, along with his boxers. Most boys – or Naruto-kun, for her knowledge ended there for the understanding of boys – usually pulled it through their fly to get at their insistent erections; easier and quicker to put away if you mind the zipper’s unforgiving teeth.
            “Mom?! I-I thought you were gone!” His legs drew up tight to help hide his cock.
            Hinata bypassed his assessment and the reasoning for her return. She balled a hand into a fist. “We… we should talk… Boruto.” She closed the door softly behind her.
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of this chapter. I hate to say it, but this looks to be taking on a shape of itself. I put a little hints and teasers here and there, but really, my Beta says ‘it’s too challenging for something like this.’ So, of course, I take the bait and say if tbh-chan can believe that 19% can equate to 80%, I
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The Shared Bed	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 40611 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own 'NARUTO' and make no money from this fic.

The Shared Bed