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Hidden Feelings, Hidden Lives

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Addition to Chapter 112: Tell The Woman
Drabble title: Like Mother, Like Son

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"He's my little boy!" Yoshino was pacing back and forth through their small bedroom. Shikaku sighed, he knew it as well – if not better, "He's my little baby and that – that man…!"

He nodded, "You didn't honestly expect that relationship to be chaste, did you?" pulling a face behind his wife's back Shikaku held back another sigh.

She turned on her heels, "Of course not! He's fifteen! We were around the same age when we started, but…" Shaking her head she dropped herself to sit on the bed beside her husband, "I just never expected him to come out and say it like that…"

He shrugged uncomfortably, neglecting to inform her of the situation he'd found the couple in not too long ago.
Shikamaru is definitely more forward that I ever was. He basically ambushed his boyfriend back then. Kakashi didn't seem to like it, though it's nowhere near what Yoshino would've done to me if I had done anything like that back then… He really is more like her in the end.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" she spoke softly, staring straight ahead, "Shikamaru and Kakashi, I mean."

Of course that's what you meant, who else could you be talking about?
"Why not? They really do love each other, Dear. And they fit together well. They were friends before they became lovers, they –"

"That's not what I mean," Yoshino worried the inside of her lip for a moment, "I worry that Shikamaru is overpowering him. That Kakashi feels trapped because his boyfriend has a support system, people that will protect him if things don't work out and he doesn't."

"He does have a support system though," turning on the bed he gave his wife a warm look, "Me. I told him that he's part of the family now, I'm not sure if he really understood what I meant by that just yet, but – "

"But that's just the thing! Isn't that going to scare him more than anything? Kakashi doesn't have the best experience with family after all..."

"We'll show him what family really is," the Nara cocked his head, "He'll learn."

"Right…" fidgeting with her fingers, she looked away, "This therapy of his…"

"Yoshino," a deep sigh emanated from the man, "He's told you –"

"It's about him thinking that being gay is wrong, right? But –"

"It's more than that. He's been living a lie, the guy just needs to process some stuff."

Yoshino sighed, leaning against her husband, "We'll be here for him if he needs us, right?" feeling him nod, her voice dropped to a whisper, "Whether he wants us to or not…"

A chuckle emanated from the man, "Don't let him hear you say that, given how much you scared him earlier, the poor guy might just run for the hills…"

"Oh, he'll come back," she gave him a sly smile, "It's those Nara genes – they prove to be quite irresistible."

"Oh do they now?" wrapping an arm tightly around his wife, Shikaku smiled back, "I suppose you would know, now wouldn't you?"

"Oh, I know alright," placing a light kiss on her husband's lips, she turned in his hold to wrap both arms around Shikaku, "I've always known I wanted to be with you – always."

"Hmm-mm…" he leaned down to kiss her once more, hands gently rubbing Yoshino's back, "As I knew I wanted you to be there with me forever," hugging her tight for a moment, Shikaku let himself fall back on the bed. As they lay together, his lips immediately found the spot just below her ear and the man delighted in hearing the soft moans that fell off the lips of the woman he loved so much. Strong but gentle hands bunched up his shirt, pushed up until he relented and allowed her to remove the standard issue undershirt he still wore. His flack vest and overshirt already hung over the chair by the closet. As did one of his leg-wraps – the other still being only half-undone.

After ridding Shikaku of his shirt, she threw it in the general direction of the chair, not bothering to look where it ended up. Fingers impatiently trailing to the button on his pants, Yoshino trembled lightly in anticipation. It had been a while and even though that never bothered her – and it was, in fact, more due to her worrying than anything else, this time around anyway – the woman wanted nothing more than to feel her husband's touch again. So when warm hands lifted up her shirt, she easily lifted up her arms, allowing Shikaku to remove the garment though her fingers returned to the front of his pants immediately after.

"Impatient today, are we?" there was a warm chuckle in his voice as he easily unclasped her bra before turning slightly to make it easier for her to open up his pants with her trembling fingers. She nodded, but didn't reply, leaving Shikaku chuckling lightly once more. He waited patiently for her to open the button and zipper, moving up his hips to allow her to strip him of his pants and boxers. Grabbing hold of the zipper on the side of her skirt, he gently slid it down before pushing himself up so he leaned over his wife. Straddling her, he leaned down for a moment, wanting above all else to hear those soft, delicious moans once more. She squirmed under him, hands trying to find something to hold on to as the pleasure rose. Looking down at Yoshino for a long moment, Shikaku decided he could wait no longer. Reaching down, he pulled the hem of her skirt up, fingers deftly slipping inside wet panties. Her moan tore through the quiet house, hips bucking up. He smiled. Even after all this time, hearing Yoshino moan like that, seeing her squirm in pleasure – it was the greatest thing in the world.

Gently nibbling just below her ear, he eased down the panties with one hand while stabilizing himself with the other. She pulled up her legs, aiding him in the removal of the soaked fabric. The end of the half-undone leg-wrap tickled against his skin, but Shikaku couldn't muster the patience to remove it entirely. Pushing up his wife's skirt just a little further, he positioned himself between her legs, fingers softly pushing in a little.

Yoshino gasped, legs clamping down on him for just a moment before she relaxed again, her eyelids drooping, breathing labored, "Cuckoo…"

He smiled at the pet name that was only ever intended for his own ears, teasingly pulling back his fingers, his softly nibbling lips. Her eyes flew open, clearly surprised, but he only smiled again. Warm, loving eyes took in the beauty of her heated cheeks, the eyes that were glazed with lust. Shikaku leaned down again, trailing wet kisses all the way down her body. Making a slight detour to nibble on her nipple, he heard her gasp once more. He didn't linger long though, knowing she would push him away from the overly sensitive nub if he did. So he moved ever lower, feeling the woman quiver under his ministrations. He nuzzled her bellybutton for a second, chuckling as she giggled, before moving down a little further, his tongue flicking out to only barely graze her clit. Muscles clamped up, her eyes squeezing shut. Once more his tongue flicked out, a little longer, exerting a little more pressure. She shook wildly, hands clenching the sheets.

Shikaku closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the sound of a low, drawn-out moan as Yoshino's orgasm ravished through her lean body. But he wasn't done yet. As the love of his life slowly relaxed again, his tongue found her inner most sanctuary, deftly slipping inside. He didn't touch her clit right now, knowing full well just how sensitive it was. In time, he would revisit, but for now Shikaku was more than happy to feel her tremble ever so lightly as he played around inside her. Fingers replaced his tongue – less dexterous but bigger, more filling. Closer to what she wanted, what her eyes were quietly begging for.

"Not yet," he all but whispered, "I want to see you come again and again tonight," she smiled up at him, a cheeky smile, one he hadn't seen in a while. Fingernails softly tracked over his chest, pinching nipples before letting go once more, he shivered in delight, lips finding that sensitive spot under her ear once more. He would take care of her tonight like he hadn't in a long time – a promise she clearly returned.

It didn't take long for her muscles to tighten up once more, legs clamping down on his arm as her hands clenched his shoulders tight. Shikaku smiled, the night was still young.