This fic is NOT the result of a prompt, unless you count the stunning banner work of ShikaHia fan art created by Kyuubi1010 of deviantART called No Fighting It: .com/art/No-Fighting-It-106594929. I did not intend to write this originally, lacking confidence in both my ability to write a threesome and my desire to finish the fic once I started it. Of course, I took one look at that rendering and couldn't help myself!

For the record, this is NOT a threesome. It is in spirit, but not in deed. This is in fact a Shikaku/Hiashi. I wanted to explore the intimacy between the two men without introducing Yoshino into the mix--at least not physically--in this fic.

The title of this fic, Inevitable Resveglio, is Italian for inevitable awakening. I gave the fan artist responsible for this fic the honor of naming it.

Much love to Kyuubi1010 and crazyaanglover of deviantART for their inspirational body of fan art. Blessings and blessings again to sonotgoingthere for her mad beta-jutsu skills.

This fic falls after Constructive Possession in the Kindred AU timeline. If you haven't read Constructive Possession, feel free to read it afterward—you'll still be able to follow along. If you've been around since Kindred, I thank you again.

I hope you enjoy.

All characters in this fanfiction are the property of Masashi Kishimoto. I make no claim on them in any part or portion. I do not profit from the writing of this fanfiction.

Warning: language; angst; het; humor; implied yaoi

"What's the difference between a lawyer and a herd of buffalo?"

"I don't know."

"The lawyer charges more. How can you tell if a lawyer is well hung?"

"Haven't got a clue."

"You can't get a finger between the rope and his neck! If you are stranded on a desert island with Adolph Hitler, Attila the Hun, and a lawyer, and you have a gun with only two bullets, what do you do?"

"Um, shoot at a coconut in a nearby tree?"

"Shoot the lawyer twice. You really haven't heard any of these?" The elder lawyer asked the younger, who was clearly only tolerating the barrage of cheesy lawyer jokes.

It was early Friday afternoon. In the plush conference room of the offices of the law firm of Hyuuga, Sannin and Yamanaka sat Hiashi Hyuuga and Itachi Uchiha. A meeting held there to discuss a case had ended and through what Itachi was certain was a misguided attempt to indulge one of his bosses, he was still sitting at the conference table with Hiashi, enduring the man's overflowing basket of bad lawyer's jokes with pained ears.

"Um, no, can't say that I have. Of course, I haven't been practicing law nearly as long as you have."

Itachi was relatively new to the firm, though not new to law. Having been raised by a judge, both he and his younger brother had been inspired to follow in their mother's footsteps and enter the field. Most days, Itachi found the choice most satisfying.

"Listen, I've got a really good one for you…"

Today was not one of those days.

"What do have when a lawyer is buried up to his neck in wet cement?"

Itachi made a face of acknowledgement then, raising a finger straight in the air for emphasis. "Not enough cement. That one made regular rounds during pre-law."

"Okay, what about this one? What's the difference between a porcupine and a Mercedes Benz full of lawyers?"

"The porcupine has pricks on the outside", a female voice interjected before Itachi could open his mouth to respond. "Father told me that one."

Both men looked in the direction of the voice. At the door of the conference room stood Ino Akimichi, the office administrator. "Hasn't Tsunade warned you not to scare off the associates with your less-than-witty repertoire of lawyer jokes?" She asked, walking into the room toward where the two long-haired men sat.

"Does he look the slightest bit scared to you?" Hiashi responded.

Ino cocked her head and made a face. "Well, maybe not scared. He does look a bit green around the gills, though." She emphasized her statement with a wink in Itachi's direction.

"It's fine Ino", Itachi declared, smirking, "whatever doesn't kill me will only make me a better lawyer."

"Well, you better hope he's run out of jokes, or you may be forced to put that theory to the test the next time you have to appear in court."

There she goes. Hiashi watched in amusement as the pretty young blond woman flirted with the dark-haired associate. The daughter of Inoichi Yamanaka, one of the partners, she had been married to her husband Chouji, a detective with the Konoha Police Department, for three years, employed by the firm for all that time and was, without question, an unrepentant attention whore.

"Ino", Hiashi asked, interrupting their impromptu tête-à-tête, "Did you want something, or did you come in here just to spread your sunshine?"

Ino cast a sly glance at her boss, folding her slender arms across her ample chest. "Well, not that there's a man alive who can get enough of my sunshine", she responded, "but your mother called, and then your father called", she stated, looking at Itachi.

Itachi sighed. "Great. That means they want me at their place for dinner, which probably means my brother did something my mother doesn't agree with, and my father and I will have to spend the evening refereeing." He stood up then. "So much for my Friday night."

"Eh, you would only have spent it working otherwise", Hiashi responded.

Isn't that how you spend yours? Itachi shrugged in mute response as he left the room. He was young, brilliant and devilishly handsome, but only seemed inclined to squeeze what little social life he enjoyed between his cases.

"What a waste", Ino said out loud, watching Itachi leave the room.

Hiashi looked up at her. "Would your husband agree with that, I wonder?" he asked, smirking.

That's when he noticed the envelope in one of Ino's hands, secured between her thumb and index finger.

"What's that?" he asked before she could respond to his teasing.

She turned to him, making a face of acknowledgement. "Oh! I almost forgot. This came for you", she responded with a smirk of her own, unfolding her arms and holding the card out for Hiashi to take it.

He stood up then, reaching out and grasping the card. "Did it come in the mail?" he asked.

"Oh, no", the woman responded, shaking her head so vigorously her long blond ponytail flopped about, "a messenger delivered it. Must be something special."

Hiashi opened the envelope to find a written invitation inside. He pulled it out, reading it silently. Ino watched in amusement as a smile split the Hyuuga's handsome face.

"Ino, is that messenger still around by any chance?" he asked without looking at her.

"Heck no, that guy left ages ago."

"Well then, get another one in here pronto for this RSVP", he directed, shaking the card in his hand and heading out of the conference room with pep in his stride, "and cancel everything I've got scheduled for this weekend."

"What's going on?" she called out after him as he left the room.

"I hit the jackpot!" he exclaimed, walking down the hall.

Ino smiled and shook her head again as she left the room to call a messenger.

Later the same evening, Shikaku Nara was sitting up in his bed beneath the covers, naked with his hair unbound, a lit cigarette protruding from one corner of his mouth. He held the RSVP between slightly shaky hands and rubbed a fingertip over the indentations made by Hiashi's scrawl across the card stock.

Tomorrow, the Nara thought to himself. Tomorrow.

"You nervous?" asked a sweet voice. Shikaku looked up to find his wife standing in the doorway of the en suite bathroom. Her hair was unbound as well, the long dark locks falling haphazardly around her shoulders. She wore a short red nightie and nothing else.

He watched her walk over to the bed, slipping beneath the covers beside him and then taking the card from her husband's hands.

"Why would I need to be nervous?" he asked as he watched his wife run a fingertip over the indentations made by the Hyuuga's scrawl across the card stock, exactly the way he had.

Because it's Hiashi, Yoshino thought to herself. She looked up at him then. "We haven't done this in nearly thirty years, Shikaku."

Shikaku snorted. "It's like riding a bike though, right? Once you learn--"

"Are you seriously comparing watching another man put his hands on me, touching, kissing and making love to me after all this time to riding a bike?" Yoshino interrupted incredulously, making a face.

Shikaku sighed, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and tapping the end on a nearby ashtray before replacing it between his lips. "Come on, you know what I meant", he whined.

"No, Shikaku, I don't." Yoshino placed the card on the nightstand next to her and turned to look at her husband, who was resisting an urge to ask for the card back.

"Shikaku…I won't be joining you and Hiashi tomorrow."

Shikaku furrowed his brows as he fought back an acute surge of panic. "What are you talking about? This was all your idea!" he exclaimed.

Yoshino shook her head. "I know that. I'll meet you two there early Sunday morning, I promise."

"But why? What's this all about?" Shikaku demanded.

"It's about you two needing quality time." Yoshino placed a hand on top of her husband's hand. "You have been resisting this for the past seven years. Other than last Saturday you haven't spent any time with Hiashi in the past five years. And unless you know something I don't know, you haven't been with a man in nearly thirty years. It's about", she continued, cupping his face with her hand, "establishing a bond, building some trust, and having some playtime together. If, after I arrive, you're okay with adding me to the mix, then we're all yours. If not, then you can tell me all about it on the trip home."

Shikaku didn't like it. He hadn't contemplated being alone with Hiashi for any length of time. "Love—" he began, his face reflecting his anxiety, but Yoshino interrupted him.

"It's going to be all right, Shikaku. Hiashi wants this as much as you do." Yoshino removed the lit cigarette from her husband's mouth and set it in the ashtray on the nightstand on her side of the bed. "And so do I."

Yoshino leaned in to kiss her husband, but he stopped her. "What if I can't—you know—"

Yoshino pulled back then, looking at her husband with brows furrowed in confusion.

Her face morphed into an expression of surprise. "Shikaku Nara, are you telling me that you're having performance anxiety?"

Shikaku scowled. "Well, I am human, it could happen." He folded his arms across his chest, and his wife had to bite back a giggle.

Yoshino had been married to her husband for nearly thirty years, and she'd never known him to be anything but hypersexual, no matter how many men or women happened to be in the room. And unless he was very drunk or sick, he'd never had a problem getting it up, keeping it up, or going for extended periods. In short, he was a stud.

For Shikaku to be this anxious, Yoshino surmised, Hiashi must be someone who mattered very much.

The thought brought a big smile to Yoshino's face.

I love it when I get what I want.

"Shikaku", she called gently, pulling his arms away from his body, "we can practice tonight if you want. You can even call me Hiashi."

She placed the fingers of one of her husband's hands between her warm lips, sucking them. "Would that help?" she asked, looking into her husband's eyes.

All the blood in Shikaku's brain was immediately shunted to his cock. He was so turned on by Yoshino's offer that he instantly forgot about anything else. He reached for his wife who eagerly reached for him, melting into their kiss.

"Practice makes perfect", Shikaku announced, laying his wife down on the bed.

Finally the day arrived. Shikaku checked in to the Hotel Kanronomori¹ promptly at 2PM. He brought his things to their room. It was one of the nicest suites the hotel had to offer, complete with a private hot spring.

He immediately sat down on the loveseat in the sitting area, setting his bag next to him. He wrung his hands anxiously, oblivious to the details of the suite but comforted by the gentle sound from the spring therein all the same.

A single thought occupied his mind: that somewhere close by, and getting closer, was Hiashi Hyuuga.

He could feel it.

Shikaku sighed, allowing himself to think about the previous weekend's events. He and Yoshino had had dinner with Hiashi². They were all together again because the Naras' son and the Hyuuga's nephew had become more than partners at work. By all accounts, the two young men were deeply in love with each other and were building a life together.

It was the first time they'd spent any time together since Shikaku fired Hiashi as his lawyer five years ago. The Hyuuga, he decided, hadn't lost an ounce of his appeal. Oh, he was older—they both were. But the vivacity remained. Not to mention his disarming good looks, lean body and that potent charm. Add in the pedigree and the obscene amount of money he was worth, and Hiashi Hyuuga was still, undoubtedly, quite a catch.

And somewhere in Hokkaido just then was the catch, on his way to meet Shikaku Nara.

On his way to be with Shikaku and Yoshino. The Hyuuga wanted it as much as they did—the Nara could admit that now, alone in the calmness of the room. They were all going to be…

Shikaku rubbed the back of his neck nervously. It was the magnitude of that that was throwing him, the fact that they had invited Hiashi Hyuuga back into their world, and into their bedroom. It was a first for them as a married couple. And as bewildering as it was, some part of Shikaku looked forward to the way he knew it would change everything.

He sighed as he grabbed the handle of his bag and got up from the bed. Hiashi had been invited to meet them at four, and Shikaku needed to get ready. A man like the Hyuuga was not one to be kept waiting, and Shikaku had a stomach full of atomic butterflies that had to be settled first.

Hiashi stepped into the lobby of the large, bright hotel, dressed casually in a short-sleeved navy blue polo with variegated stripes over a pair of tan chinos and dark brown leather strap sandals. He wore his hair differently, choosing to adopt his nephew's style of banding his lush locks near their end, with some of the shorter layers falling unbound around his face. He carried an overnight bag on one shoulder and two small shopping bags in one hand. He worked his way to the front desk with hurried steps.

The Hyuuga looked down at the high-priced timepiece strapped to his wrist to check the time.

3:45 P.M.

Made it, he thought, smirking to himself.

"May I help you sir?" a proper male voice asked.

Gods. Hiashi looked up and was stunned by what he saw.

Behind the counter looking up at him stood a lean young man. His flawless pale skin was punctuated by a red dot over each of a pair of jade green eyes unlike any Hiashi had ever seen before. Those gem-like eyes were lined with red liner and set in a pretty face of delicate features. The portions of straight white hair framing the young man's face on either side were bound near the end with a cylindrical clip in a shade of red that matched the dots on his forehead, completing his tribal appearance. The young man was breathtaking, like a statue of an ancient deity come to life. He made the mundane red and blue uniform he wore seem like an abomination.

Said deity cocked his head and blinked. He, too, was taken aback by what he saw. He was sure he'd never seen eyes like those before, imposing eyes of lavender ice set in a powerfully handsome face. And that hair—it was long, dark and lush. It practically begged idle fingers to run through it.

The young man observed the gentleman for a few moments, silently guessing at his age, marital status, social status and...sexual proclivities.

He righted himself and cleared his throat. "Sir?" he said.

Obtaining actual information, he knew, would require different strategy.

Hiashi blinked, coming out of his mild stupor and remembering what he was doing there. "Yes. I'm meeting someone here. Could you tell me if Shikaku Nara has checked in?" He shifted the bag on his shoulder.

A man? The desk clerk thought. How very reassuring. He quickly keyed the name into the computer in front of him, analyzing his result and smirking. Where there was one good-looking man, he reasoned, there would be others. He knew a gravy train on biscuit wheels when one whistled.

"Mr. Nara checked in two hours ago", he announced, looking up from the monitor to stare at the guest again. "Shall I call his room and announce you, sir?"

"Er, no, that won't be necessary", Hiashi responded. He had no qualms about walking in on the Naras and observing them mid-coitus but he had no intention of interrupting them with a phone call. "Listen, do you think I could have a key to the room? I'd really rather let myself in."

Really? The pretty young man quirked a brow, his smirk returning. He side-stepped the computer on the counter, leaning forward with delicate hands braced against the wood in front of him. "I could do that", the white-hair announced. "What's in it for me?"

It was Hiashi's turn to quirk a brow. "What would you like?" he asked. He really wasn't inclined to indulge the young man, but he wanted the key.

"An invitation", the desk clerk responded, jerking his head sideways, "to whatever's going on in that room."

Hiashi held back a laugh as he resisted the urge to shake his head in disbelief. So the gods had chosen to have a bit of fun with him. Why else would the veritable delicacy standing there be offering himself as a party favor on today of all days? The Hyuuga had spent so much time with women over the past seven years; he honestly couldn't remember the last time he topped. And why was that? Had he become bored with men? Had his tastes evolved? Or was it that the unsinkable hope of one day being topped by Shikaku Nara had effectively spoiled him for relations with any other man?

Was it really possible that Shikaku Nara had achieved this without ever actually putting a hand on him?

Hiashi took another silent, lingering look at the ethereal specimen of male in front of him and sighed. It was a shame, really. The kid had the kind of good looks that could drive men to a life of crime.

But he was in the way. For behind one of the doors in that hotel was Shikaku Nara, and he was waiting for Hiashi Hyuuga.

And the kid had a key to that door. To Hiashi's destiny.

To their destiny.

A key he was trying to hold for ransom.

Sorry, kid. It took me seven years to get an invitation. I can't help you.

"What's the matter, don't you get enough excitement on this job?" Hiashi indulged him.

The young man switched position, this time propping his head with one arm on the counter. "Not nearly", he responded, training those mesmerizing eyes on the sexy guest. He had a feeling that excitement wouldn't begin to describe what was going to happen in Shikaku Nara's suite that evening, and he wanted in on it if at all possible. He was intrigued by the guest in front of him. The option to be able to use the man's name in a legitimate statement describing his own life in the future was becoming more appealing as the moments passed.

"That is unfortunate", Hiashi told him. "Perhaps you should consider another line of work."

"What would you suggest?" the young man asked in a voice that hinted at increased interest.

Going back home to your parents. Learning a trade. Finding Buddha--honestly, I don't much fucking care. "I'm sure I couldn't begin to speculate", Hiashi threw back at him, coldly polite. "Now about that key?"

Ouch—game, set and match. The desk clerk sighed in concession, giving the guest another once-over. Although the gentleman was likely old enough to be his father, he was handsome and sexy, profoundly so. The desk clerk thought the man looked like he came from money and probably didn't know the desperation that characterized many of the male clients who visited the hotel. Here was a man who had probably been getting what he wanted when he wanted it all his life. Another pretty face, even one as pretty as he knew his own to be, was hardly going to turn his world upside down.

It made the jade-eyed man a little jealous—of both the guest and of whoever was waiting for him in that room.

He turned and retrieved the plastic card key for the room reserved in Shikaku Nara's name. "Suite 106", he spoke aloud. He knew all the suites on the first floor were equipped with private springs, which meant the guests were probably not planning to come out all night. Deciding to give it one more try, he then discreetly reached for one of his own business cards, which rested on a shelf beneath the counter. He slipped the card beneath the key in one hand and extended that hand to the man waiting.

"The name is Kimimaro", the young man announced as Hiashi accepted the contents of his hand. "If you change your mind, give me a call."

Hiashi didn't need to look in his hand to know the card with the desk clerk's number printed on it was there.

But then, so was the key.

"Thank you, Kimimaro", he said graciously, smiling a little.

"Enjoy your stay", the desk clerk responded in a hopeful voice.

I'm certain I will. Hiashi walked away without looking back, slipping the key and the business card in his pocket and feeling the young man's eyes on him as he did so.

Kimimaro never even got the gentleman's name.

1-0-6. 1-0-6. 1-0-6. 1-0-6. 1-0-6. 1-0-6. 1-0-6. 1-0-6.

With his overnight bag and shopping bags in hand, a casually gorgeous but shaky Hiashi Hyuuga began his trek through the first-floor hallways of the lavish hotel, mentally chanting the suite number like a mantra.

1-0-6.

It was a short trip to the suite; this was his proverbial sprint to the finish line, at which point a whole new game would commence.

1-0-6.

He'd been rehearsing the greeting scene in his mind over and over again since he'd sent them his RSVP. He had decided he would say something clever to Shikaku when he came in, something to keep him on edge, while he gave Yoshino the gift he'd purchased for her: emerald teardrop earrings. Afterward he would present Shikaku with his gift, a six-ounce pewter flask with a large black diamond mounted in the center in the front and smaller gems set into the intricately-carved cap.

1-0-6.

He stopped to read the directions on the sign posted on the wall in front of a bank of elevators, oblivious to the opening and closing of its doors behind him, oblivious to the people getting on and off, oblivious to anything but Suite 106.

1-0-6. →

He walked, unconsciously picking up speed and adjusting the strap of the overnight bag he held in time with his strides.

1-0-6.

The hallway was dimly lit and reeked of incense. The scent was so strong there was hardly any air to breathe. Reminds me of law school, he thought to himself, holding back a cough.

1-0--Oh, shit.

Finally he stood at the door of Suite 106. He took a deep breath, pulled the flat key out of his pocket and slipped it into the slot above the door knob. On the first try, the little LED changed from red to green. Hiashi took the subsequent click he heard as a good omen.

1-0-6.

The Hyuuga checked his watch.

3:51 P.M.

Our destiny awaits.

He turned the knob and calmly walked inside suite 106.

Hiashi had set down his bags and removed his shoes by the door. He hastily scanned the room, instantly taking note of softly-lit surroundings. He wiggled the toes of his bare feet and felt himself relaxing already.

He slipped his feet into a pair of comfortable slippers and walked into the suite, further scanning his environment. The décor was a hybrid of Japanese and western—the suite was equipped with a Tatami room, but there were beds instead of futons. He barely had time to register it all before he heard a voice speak.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Hiashi immediately walked in the direction the voice came from, oblivious to the way his face split into a smile or the way his cock had become half-hard in his pants.

Shikaku Nara.

The script the Hyuuga had been rehearsing for this moment was gone from his mind, replaced by the image of the voice's owner, who sat alone against one wall of the hot spring. A lit cigarette rested in an ashtray on the deck near his head, smoke rising from it in lazy waves that dissipated into the air. Hiashi couldn't see his face—his back was to him and he faced the serene view of the garden directly outside the room.

What he could see were lean, tan, naked, well-defined shoulders and wet, wavy jet-black hair that clung to the man's head.

But where was Yoshino?

Hiashi decided to get ready and get into the spring with Shikaku. There were a million things he thought he wanted to say but he needed to be able to see the man's face.

Without making a sound, Hiashi turned, walked back to retrieve his overnight bag and made his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a gentle click.

Hiashi spent thirty minutes inside the bathroom. He conducted his routine of preparation almost unconsciously and then stepped under the hot spray of the shower, scrubbing himself vigorously and thoroughly. He washed his long, healthy hair with equal care. When he was finished, his skin and hair shone.

Hiashi stepped out of the shower naked and dripping wet and brushed his teeth. He took the time to consciously admire his reflection in the mirror.

The Hyuuga was pleased with what he saw. Tonight he was especially glad that the years had evolved his beauty but not robbed him of it. Shikaku and Yoshino Nara were gorgeous, sexy people, and he wanted them. The Naras had managed to resist him for seven years before now. To get them—and keep them—he might need to rely on every resource he had.

His mind was filled with images of them lying together on the deck of his yacht all those years ago—unabashedly half-dressed and frolicking, kissing and groping each other like newlyweds on their honeymoon. If it hadn't been so damned erotic, it might have been shameful.

He remembered how he ached to be there between them, groping and being groped, kissing and being kissed. He remembered the sly looks he'd gotten from them both at the realization that, yet again, he'd been watching them with unmitigated lust in his eyes.

More images flooded his mind, this time of the two of them having heated, passionate sex with each other in the kitchen of Neji's penthouse only a week ago. He remembered the look in Yoshino's eyes just before she came, and the sweet sounds—of her calling out during her orgasm, and then of her husband doing the same shortly after. It was all so…vibrant.

Thrilling.

He remembered how it teased his mind and body. Oh, how happy it would have made him to have been either one of them at that moment!

Hiashi felt his excitement, among other things, rising. Just on the other side of the bathroom door was a wet, naked Shikaku Nara and he was waiting for him. Hiashi didn't know why Yoshino wasn't there, but he wasn't worried. The two of them were never very far apart. Hiashi was more than content to keep himself occupied with Mr. Nara until Mrs. Nara made her inevitable appearance.

And the Hyuuga was determined that occupied was indeed what they would be. They were going to grope. They were going to kiss. He was going to be blasted by the Nara's full-frontal nudity and raspy-throated moans of pleasure. And thirteen inches of hard cock were about to be expertly and repeatedly driven into him in the resolution of seven long years of frighteningly potent sexual tension.

Shit. Hiashi rinsed out his mouth, rinsed his toothbrush and set it aside. He held up his hands, which were now trembling. The anticipation of it all had him so worked up it had given him the shakes.

A/N:

(1) The suite in Hotel Kanronomori: .com/en/guestroom/suite_room_with_private_

(2) Constructive Possession, Chapter 21.

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