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Inevitabile Resveglio	By : Prism0467 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
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A/N:� This
chapter beat me up.� It�s mostly
Yoshino-centric but I felt compelled to add the viewpoints of a couple of
others in writing it.� Enjoy.
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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; implied lemon; language; yaoi
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Yoshino remembered walking toward the two men as they stood
in the lab speaking to each other.
She observed the man standing in front of her husband.� He was shorter than Shikaku, but
broader.� A single layer of long, rich
brown hair hung loosely around his shoulders, gleaming under the overhead
lighting and partially obscuring his face from her eyes.
The man wore a grey suit that, Yoshino surmised, had to have
been tailored to his physique.� And what
a nice one it was, from what she could tell: his waist tapered in from his
shoulders to top lean hips and long legs.

Though his body language was casual--he gestured with one
hand while the other remained in the pocket of his trousers�he exuded an
unmistakably take-charge aura.� Here was
a leader, a man who called the shots, an animal at the top of his food chain.
Very much like Shikaku.

Hmph.

His skin was pale, she noted; like her own, and a contrast
to her husband�s tanned complexion.
She arched a brow, consciously imagining how their naked
long-legged bodies would look intertwined on a bed.
And smirked.

Shikaku chose that moment to extend his arm to his side, not
once faltering in discussion or taking his eyes from his guest. Yoshino�s smirk
grew into a smile and her earlier thought was shoved aside.� After more than two decades of marriage her
husband was still doing things like that, making little, unexplained,
out-of-the-blue gestures.� It was his way
of communicating his need to have her by his side, even when his attention was
diverted elsewhere.
She walked up next to him proudly, confidently, slipping an
arm around his waist. Just as Shikaku�s arm found its home around her slender
waist, the long-haired man in the grey suit turned to look at her.
Eyes like nothing she�d ever known in the world peered at
her from a face that simply robbed her of breath, freezing her in place as her
husband spoke.
�Hyuuga, meet my wife.�
Love, say hello to Hiashi Hyuuga, our new lawyer.�

There was something in the look she was given, something her
mind couldn�t quite place, though it was quickly erased in favor of something
she could.� He smiled, a sort of affected
smile, and then looked at her as though he might have been imagining her naked
himself.
�Love, is it?� he asked in a proper voice then.
Yoshino couldn�t stop her body�s shudder or the way the hand
wrapped casually around her husband�s waist tightened in reaction to it.� The timbre and intonation of the lawyer�s
voice were mesmerizing; so much so, in fact, that she failed to realize he was
gently holding her hand in his own until he was raising it to his lips.
�She�s only Love to me�, her husband announced in his raspy
voice; changing the spell she was under, rather than breaking it.
There was an unequivocal pissing on of territory in the tone
of the statement that stopped Hiashi where he stood.� Yoshino watched the lawyer holding her hand
turn to look at her husband with another indefinable expression a heartbeat
before she felt Shikaku�s grip on her waist tighten.
And in that moment, a tension was born.
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Hiashi Hyuuga.
Who was he?
Yoshino didn�t know.�
What she already knew, though, was that simple words like gorgeous and
stunning and sexy didn�t even come close to doing him justice.� He was someone�s wish granted, someone�s
promise kept.� He was a dream you had
that made you wake up smiling.
And the dream had agreed to take their case, to become their
champion.
Nara Labs was being sued.�
A patron of one of their popular hair, skin and nail treatments was
claiming that there were unreported side effects associated with its use, side
effects that Nara Labs was refuting.� It
was a first for the modest company, and was garnering a fair share of media
attention.
Hiashi seemed to be with the Naras all the time, navigating
them through the legal chaos and coaching them on ways to deal with everything.
Everything, that is, except him.
Hiashi�s aura was overwhelming.� Nearly everything about him screamed �too
good to be true�, from his healthy, full head of straight, dark, shiny hair, to
his handmade Italian leather shoes. He bore a polite grace, a kind of
by-product of a privileged upbringing, and an endearing kindness you wouldn�t
expect from a man so beautiful that made it even harder for the mind to accept
him.
If you weren�t stunned into silence by his polished
presence, then you had to pay attention when he opened his mouth.� Hiashi didn�t speak, he articulated in
a very proper baritone.� It shook you to
the core the first time you heard it, and titillated you each time after; dancing
into your ears to seep into your brain, and spawning a glut of stimulating
messages to be transmitted all throughout your body in response to it.�
Intentional or otherwise, it was nothing short of foreplay.
The Hyuuga quickly proved himself to be a quasar of
intellectual and sexual energy, not unlike Shikaku.� The two men even shared the same bawdy sense
of humor. Unlike the Nara�s raw, uncivilized one, however, the Hyuuga�s sex
appeal was refined, the type that made you ache to get the man behind closed
doors, to tear away that majestic veneer one layer at a time, until he was moaning
obscenities to the gods in that remarkable voice.
At times, such as when he was discussing the law, Hiashi
could be very intense.� You only had to
engage him on the topic once to know that his reputation for winning bore
merit, and was not the result of his fascinating appearance.
Then there were moments when he seemed to become a person
quite at odds with the image he projected.�
There was a boy-like presence housed in the beautiful body of that
forty-something-year-old man who revealed himself during arbitrary moments, a
child-like wonder that was sure to disarm anyone who happened to see it.� The Naras were thrown off-kilter by the
manifestation the first time they witnessed it, but seeing no genuine cause for
alarm, began to shrug it off as an eccentricity owing to a combination of Hiashi�s
genius and his pampered lifestyle.
Inasmuch as it all blew the mind, it made Yoshino even more
curious. �She wanted to know everything
about Hiashi.� Was he single?� What did he prefer in a partner?� Who was his stylist?� Were there others like him?� She found herself constantly torn between a
want to be near him, to bask in the radiance of everything she knew the man to
be--and to see him entangled with her husband in the throes of a passionate
encounter.
Yoshino knew her husband well, and would readily bet their
timeshare in Hawaii
that Shikaku was just as affected by the stunning man as she was.� They hadn�t discussed it, of course�topics of
that nature had long since become taboo in their lives.� But the tension was already there, and already
evolving.
For Nara Labs, and for Shikaku and Yoshino Nara, there was
no way to be coached on the proper method for dealing with Hiashi Hyuuga.
And Yoshino loved it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiashi Hyuuga had been the lawyer for Nara Labs for seventeen
days, which was as likely a cause for the spike in media attention as anything
else.� In response to it he called a
meeting there, to address the employees on the protocol to be used both on and
off-duty when working for a company that is the subject of a lawsuit.
The meeting would also give the employees a chance to get to
know the man their bosses had employed to defend them.� The lab was a small business, a family
affair.� While everyone there knew Hiashi
had been hired, some of them had never seen him and none of them had had an
opportunity to speak with him.
The Hyuuga strode into the meeting room that morning with
his trademark confident air, a vision in the workspace standard lab coat he
wore over his pristine navy blue suit.�
His long dark hair spilled down over the stark white backdrop of the
coat, changing that standard into something uniquely his.
The eyes of every man and woman in the room were on
him.� Each sat silently, waiting for him
to speak.
Some with their mouths open.

Hiashi was all business.�
�If some character approaches you out of the blue and asks you about
your employment with Nara Labs, how should you respond?� he began.
The lawyer paced back and forth across the front of the room
as he addressed the group, gesturing with manicured hands while providing keen
strategic guidance.� A no-nonsense speech
was followed by a question-and-answer session.
Only a few people still had the presence of mind to ask any
questions.� Most just sat and stared in
some mixture of shock and awe.
When the meeting ended, a queue of thunderstruck employees
filed out of the room.

It was later that day, long after Hiashi had gone, when the
Naras were approached in the lab by one of their long-time employees, Jibachi
Kamizuru.
Jibachi was a learned man, an entomologist who split his
time between his work at Nara Labs and his duties teaching classes at the local
university.
He didn�t seem happy as he marched toward them, stopping a few
feet shy of where the couple stood working.
�Something the matter, Jibachi?� Shikaku asked.
Yoshino observed their employee silently.
Jibachi looked back and forth between the two before folding
his arms across his chest.� �What�s going
on with you two?� he asked.
�Why do you ask?� Shikaku responded.
�Because I work for Nara Labs, Nara Labs is being sued, and
a Ken Doll has been hired to represent us in court�, Jibachi answered,
not missing a beat.
Yoshino pondered the comment silently, thinking it wasn�t
the worst characterization for their lawyer that anyone could have come up
with.
Shikaku snorted. ��Jibachi,
if you think you�ve got what it takes to handle the job you should have said
something before I put him on retainer�, he teased.
But the bespectacled blond was not amused.� �Well, if I thought for one second you
weren�t going to take this seriously, I would have.�
At hearing those words, Shikaku�s face morphed into an
expression that caused both Jibachi and Yoshino to frown.
�Are you seriously questioning my judgment?� the Nara asked.
�You ask me that after that the meeting we had this morning?�
Jibachi responded.� �I can�t believe the
display I witnessed in there.� Some flaky
fashion model is going to defend us in court and I�m supposed to sleep easier?�
�You don�t think his advice was sound?� Shikaku asked his
employee.� He could understand where
Jibachi was coming from.� Hiashi Hyuuga
was culture shock on two legs; the Nara
was himself still adjusting to him.
Nevertheless, the Hyuuga�s behavior and his capacity to
practice law were two different things.
�Sure it was sound�, Jibachi responded, �and it might have
provided me with some level of comfort if it hadn�t come from a man with the
emotional maturity of a teenager.�
Shikaku was affronted.�
�Hiashi Hyuuga�s law firm has an impeccable track record�, he informed
the entomologist.� �You should have
looked it up before you came to insult us.�
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Jibachi had looked it up.
Three named partners�Hyuuga, Sannin and Yamanaka--and a
couple of associates comprised Hiashi Hyuuga�s law firm, which had existed
nearly fifteen years.
Tsunade Sannin was the only female lawyer associated with
the firm.� She was a pretty woman with
hypnotic amber eyes and physical dimensions commonly found on comic-book
super-heroines.� She wore her blonde hair
in low pigtails and just happened to be the wife of Konoha�s
Police Commissioner.
Inoichi Yamanaka completed the
trio of partners.� He too was blond, and
wore his hair in a Rapunzel-style ponytail that extended to his thighs.� More than one editorial had been written
about the man, and not just because of his unusually long hair. The Yamanaka,
it seemed, had an uncanny reputation for getting people to either confess all
or turn the other cheek, often before a case ever saw the inside of a
courtroom.
Upon discovering this, Jibachi had likened the trio to a
league of sorcerers, which made Hiashi Hyuuga the head sorcerer in charge.
Jibachi couldn�t trust Hiashi.� He was too suave, too smooth.� Too rehearsed.� And far too beguiling for the entomologist�s
taste, with those frosty lavender eyes, that pale, nearly-symmetrical face and
that deep, proper speaking voice.
The lawyer had moved quickly.� Not three full weeks since his arrival and he
was calling his own meetings with the employees.
Hiashi Hyuuga had ingratiated himself with Shikaku and
Yoshino Nara, good people in genuine need.�
And that worried Jibachi for a number of reasons, not the least of which
was that this lawyer, in being the intended instrument of the lab�s salvation,
might prove to be the instrument of its destruction instead.
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The blond shook his head, blinking slowly. �It�s nothing
personal, Shikaku.� It�s just that��
Jibachi took a deep breath then.� He knew this part would be hard.
�The guy waltzes in here promising to save the day, proceeds
to hermetically attach himself to the two of you and you eat it up.� I�ve never seen you two fall for anyone�s
schmooze, not in all the time I�ve known you.�
Yoshino made a face, taken aback.� She was vaguely cognizant of her husband�s
mood changing.
�What are you saying, Jibachi?� she asked before her husband
could react.
There was a plea in the eyes that fell on her.� �How can you not see the way he leers at
you?� How do you not know what a
spectacle the three of you make when you are walking around here together,
laughing out loud at private jokes?�
Yoshino�s mouth fell open in stunned silence.� Of course she was conscious of the sexual
tension between the three of them. And quite frankly, a man being attracted to
her husband was hardly new to her.� But
she was doing her part to keep everything in perspective.� Nara Labs was being sued; their livelihood
was at stake.� It was the reason Hiashi
Hyuuga had become part of their reality at all, even if deep down in a place
long buried, the bond developing between them all felt like the most natural
thing in the world.
What hadn�t occurred to her was that their growing
relationship might be so obvious to others, or that it would be
interpreted as a threat.
�What do you want from us, Kamizuru?�
It was Yoshino�s sentiment, spoken from her husband�s mouth.
Jibachi looked back and forth between the two brilliant
people standing in front of him, frowning.�
He didn�t want to be having this discussion.� He admired the Naras, who weren�t just
chemists in his eyes, but also builders who had created something special.� He felt a need to protect the place where the
work served a vital purpose and colleagues were a kind of family.
�I want you to open your eyes�, the blond responded.� �This guy has everyone brainwashed.� But he�s a wild card, one with nothing to
lose.
I know I speak for all of us, when I say that we stand to
lose everything if we don�t get a textbook defense on our day in
court.� Are you going to let that
happen?�
Yoshino looked away then, unsure.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
�You�re wasting your time, you know�, she announced,
approaching him slowly.
Yoshino stopped in front of Hiashi, her head cocked to one
side.� The sea breeze blew her loose dark
hair wildly around her bare shoulders.�
Her lean, lithe body was practically poured into a strapless evening
dress that was as provocative as it was elegant.
Hiashi, whose hair was pulled back smoothly into a low ponytail
that extended to the middle of his back, couldn�t take his eyes off her.� She was a beautiful, alluring woman.� In red, she was outright sin.
�What do you mean?� he asked evenly, feeling the wind blow
through the strands of his own hair against his back.
They stood on the deck of Hiashi�s yacht under a starry
night sky.� The Hyuuga was himself a
mirage in a black tuxedo.
Yoshino smirked.� �You
know what I mean.� An invitation to a
black-tie dinner on your yacht�prepared by you, no less, and complete with
strategically-inserted innuendo.�� She
shook her head.� �It won�t work.�
Hiashi kept a casual, if appreciative, expression trained on
the woman in front of him.� �Why not?� he
asked.� �We do well together, the three
of us.� Have you never imagined us
being�more?�
Yoshino had, in fact; more times than either he--or her
husband, for that matter--could possibly guess.�
But she wasn�t about to admit that to Hiashi.
She eyed the handsome brunet while silently melting at the
sound of those words in that sexy baritone.�
�Is this what you say to all the girls and boys?� she countered instead.
Hiashi smirked.� �You
are the first�, he responded.
Yoshino was silently melting again.� �Well, that�s flattering, Hiashi�, she
admitted, �but my husband and I are married to each other in every way.� No third parties permitted.�
Something changed in Hiashi�s eyes, and it made Yoshino
shudder.� �Your rule, or his?� he asked
her.
�Why should that make a difference?� she responded.
�I just wondered, since it is you alone out here with me,
and he is�not�, Hiashi replied.
Yoshino laughed then, a girlish, tension-erasing sound that
was music to Hiashi�s ears.
�Is that what you think this is about?� Me, marking my territory?� I don�t have testes, Hiashi.�� She turned her back to him, needing a respite
from the pull of that powerful gaze.�
�Don�t confuse me with Shikaku.�
�I would never confuse you with anyone, Yoshino�, Hiashi
told her, slightly surprised by the sincerity of his words.� He stepped forward a tiny bit more, drawn by
her aura and the sight of the pale flesh of her shoulders.� Any closer and he would be touching Shikaku
Nara�s wife in an intimate way.
The line between propriety, and impropriety that could get
him fired and possibly assassinated, was a hair�s breadth.� The thought fascinated him.
Aroused him.
Yoshino.� He liked her name, thought it was beautiful,
that it suited her.� Had he known any
other Yoshinos in his life?� He couldn�t
recall.

Yoshino could feel him in her hair, against her back, even
though they weren�t actually touching.�
She blinked slowly, lifting her hand to swipe the strands away from her
eyes and silently replaying the sound of her name spoken by his voice.
�You�ve never been denied anything, have you?� she asked
him.
His response was somewhat disarming.� �I suppose it would depend on your
understanding of the concept.�
She turned back to face him, only to find herself
practically nose-to-chin with the man.�
She backed away a little, intimidated by their proximity.
Hiashi, to his credit, stayed put.
�Interesting�, Yoshino assessed.� �I would never have pegged you for a bird in
a gilded cage.�
Hiashi did not respond.�
Instead he focused on the way her hair blew around her beautiful face
and pale shoulders like a flag in the wind.
�Why us?� Yoshino asked.
Hiashi remained quiet, and she wondered if he�d heard her
question.� She formed her mouth to repeat
it when he spoke.
�Why not?�
Why not?�
Yoshino blinked twice in rapid succession, her mind processing his
unexpected response.
�Well, we�re not exactly the wealthy glamour mavens you�re
probably used to�, she reasoned.
�Who said you needed to be?� he responded easily.� �Besides, if anything, it enhances your
appeal.�
Yoshino couldn�t stop the smirk that formed.� �What made you think we�d go for an offer
like yours?�
Hiashi didn�t miss a beat.�
�Maybe I was just counting on my sex appeal.�
Yoshino laughed again, her reaction a combination of
amusement and anxiety.� If only they�d all
known each other twenty-two years ago�
�You�re very sure of yourself, aren�t you?� she asked while
swiping her hair away from her face.
�If I wasn�t, we might not be celebrating today�s victory in
court.�
There was an irrefutable fact if she�d ever heard one.
Yoshino made a serious face.�
�Thank you for that�, she told him, and meant it.
Hiashi smiled then.�
�That�s why you hired me.�
Yoshino bit her lip.�
Hiashi�s eyes seemed to caress the movement.� �Still, this was big�, she told him.� �And you saved us.�
�It was my pleasure.�
But now it�s over.�
The words lingered unspoken in Yoshino�s mind.� She didn�t want to think about it, but she
didn�t have a choice.� Nara Labs had been
vindicated in court.
She wasn�t ready to imagine life without Hiashi.� Some indefinable bond had been created
between the threesome over the past six months, something Yoshino craved.� She was sure her husband craved it, too.
Could this be the reason Hiashi had begun dropping hints
tonight?� With their legal business
concluded, was his goal to extend their business relationship to something
personal?
Did he have similar need of them in his own life?
�Is this where we say goodbye and part ways?�
Yoshino was surprised to hear the question, tinged with
anxiety, come from her own mouth.
�Is that what you want, Yoshino?�
No.� The answer
came easily.
The brunette blinked slowly.�
�No�, she responded.� �But it�s
not up to me alone.�
Hiashi suppressed an urge to lean in.� �I�m sure you can successfully convince your
husband to retain me.�
He wasn�t going down without a fight.

Retain me.� It
sounded too much like restrain me, and Yoshino shuddered again.� �You really think so?�
Hiashi nodded.� �I
do.�
I do.� The
words echoed in Yoshino�s mind.� She
imagined that someone somewhere would probably give their right arm and someone
else�s for the chance to hear Hiashi speak those words.
�Do you understand that we cannot accept what you are
offering?� she pressed.
Hiashi sighed.� �I
suppose I�ll just have to content myself with being your lawyer and your
friend.�
Hiashi�s words brought a smile to Yoshino�s face.� Though she liked what she heard, she already
knew it was probably just lip service.�
You don�t tell a man like Hiashi Hyuuga he can�t have something he wants
and expect the subject to just go away.
Somehow, though, she didn�t think it would be that bad.� And for all she knew, her husband might
decide to take Hiashi up on his offer.
Yoshino could only hope.
�Congratulations on your victory, counselor�, she told the
lawyer, swiping her hair once more.
They stayed that way for a few moments, two people facing
each other on the deck of a yacht in twilight, the wind whipping sharply around
them, content to bask in each other�s presences.
Both aware that they were being watched from inside the
yacht by a man with a nearly-empty bottle of very expensive sake in one of his
hands.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
�Hey mom, it�s me�, Yoshino heard on the other end of the line.� She was delighted to be hearing from her son again so soon.
�How are you, dear?�
Is everything all right?� How�s
Neji?� she asked.
Shikamaru sighed.�
�Mostly�, was all he said.
Yoshino�s brows furrowed.�
�What do you mean?�
�Well, Neji received a delivery this evening.�
�What kind of delivery?�
Shikamaru cleared his throat.� �A video delivery.� Apparently some improper conduct in
one of the garages was caught on camera over the weekend.� The perpetrators were signed in as guests of
this penthouse.�
Shikamaru paused.� �Do
I need to continue?�
Yoshino sighed.� Oh,
well.� It wasn�t their first time being
caught flagrante delicto on film.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Heavy breathing.�
Throaty moans.� Sexual
whispers.� Nipples pinched to
hardness.� Icy lavender eyes glazed with
lust. Thick fingers threaded through long tresses.� Tongues tangled in urgent kisses.� The intoxicating scent of mutual arousal in
the air.� Unequivocal submission.� Slow, sweet invasion of the body.� The decadent sound of naked skin sliding
against naked skin.� Unrestrained grunts
of nearly intolerable pleasure.� Mattress
springs squeaking in vain protest.� Nails
digging desperately into heated flesh.� A
bloodless grip on lean hips.� Bruises
marking pale skin.
Hiashi�
Flaring desire.� Abject
begging.� Passionate pleading.� Gods please.� Steady stroking.� Brutal thrusting.� Teeth clenching. Yes.� More.�
Heat.� Harder.� Need.�
Pain.� Yes.� Pleasure.�
Grinding.� Squeezing. �Faster.�
Sucking.� Deeper. �Gods.� Licking.� Seizing.� More.�
Faster.� Yes.� Yes.�
Yes.
Gods.
Fuck.
Eyes rolling back in blinding release.� Fingers being sucked into a hot mouth.� Sweaty hair matted to a pale throat.� Cooling cum slicking chest hair�
Yoshino sat in her seat on the train, half-lidded eyes aimed
at the blur of scenery outside the window that she really wasn�t seeing.� She squirmed unconsciously, rubbing sweaty
palms against thighs she repeatedly squeezed together in a vain attempt to alleviate
a throbbing that had only just begun.�
Tiny whimpers escaped her throat that drew attention from other
passengers, but she didn�t notice.
She needed the train to go faster.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: We are very close to the end of this story.
In the next chapter there will be het action, so be ready.
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