This chapter is rated M for smut! Possibly bordering on MA. You've been warned :D

Foreshadowing

Shinobu excused himself and stood up from the table. He always left as soon as he could whenever his sister and her husband had come round for dinner. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he had become utterly smitten with his brother-in-law, Miyagi Yoh, long ago. Watching the man who dominated his thoughts and dreams sitting opposite him so close to his sister, the man's eyes bright and his smile gleaming and inviting as he chatted and laughed amiably with the rest of Shinobu's family, only made it hurt worse – Miyagi was so close, and yet impossibly out of reach. To Shinobu it was unbearable, and on top of that pain, those very feelings, the desire – love, even – sickened him – this was his sister's husband.

That was why, as soon as he decently could, he disappeared into the safety of his bedroom, the shut door a vital physical barrier he could put between him and Miyagi. But even then it couldn't stop his mind and heart reaching out for the one he loved.

Miyagi and his wife and parents-in-law retired to the living room for an after-dinner drink, where Miyagi and Risako's father immediately plunged into a deep and passionate debate about literature. It took the two women a full fifteen minutes to extricate the men from their discussion, at which point Mrs Takatsuki decided that she and her daughter needed an extra pair of hands to control the two men and prevent them from descending into yet another repetitive and boring literature discussion – besides, she frowned to herself, it was about time Shinobu stopped being so rude, always hiding away and skulking in his room whenever they had guests.

Being closest to the door, Miyagi readily volunteered to fetch the boy, and, following the directions from his wife to her brother's room, he climbed the stairs softly and approached Shinobu's room, giving a light rap on the door.

No response came to his knock, however, so Miyagi twisted the knob and pushed open the door, sticking his head around it to peer into the room while calling his brother-in-law's name,

"Shino-"

His breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment.

Shinobu looked up at the sound of his name, currently sprawled on his back on his bed. His cheeks were already flushed, but the colour deepened instantly as his eyes met Miyagi's deep blue ones, and in shock he burst out Miyagi's name. At the same moment, the urgent jerk of the boy's hips dragged Miyagi's eyes downwards and he stared at the sight of Shinobu's half naked body, his trousers gathered at his ankles, legs spread wide apart, his right hand wrapped around his arousal and now growing moist with creamy droplets.

What caused his mouth to turn dry, however, was the realisation of where Shinobu's other hand was – pushed further back between his legs, the middle and index fingers half-disappeared, buried inside the warmth of the boy's body.

Shinobu had used his fingers to penetrate himself… He found pleasure that way… It had never occurred to Miyagi to touch himself in that manner for pleasure. He stood transfixed, his eyes wide as if to absorb every detail and engrain it in his mind.

Suddenly, realisation hit – he was staring at his brother-in-law in the aftermath of masturbation! He hurriedly looked away and managed somehow to mumble,

"Er…Your father just wanted me to ask you to come and join us in the living room. Whenever you're ready, of course… I'll, er… see you downstairs."

He spun around and headed back down the stairs as fast as he could, leaving a mortified Shinobu behind him. Still, he thought as he desperately tried to push the image of what he had just seen out of his head, at least his poor mother hadn't had to find him like that…

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Yet when Miyagi and Risako had finally returned home and gone to bed, Risako curled up facing away from Miyagi as usual, low, rhythmic breaths breezing past her lips in sleep, Miyagi lay unable to sleep. He stared up at the ceiling, his head resting in his hands and, unbidden, the image of Shinobu lying in a similar position invaded his mind.

Shinobu, hot and panting. Looking up in shock when he entered the room. Calling out Miyagi's name.

Calling out his name as he stared into his eyes in the moment of his release.

Miyagi closed his eyes as he recalled the guttural growl that burst from Shinobu's full, red lips as he called Miyagi's name – and the powerful thrust of his hips and the rush of white liquid that shot forth in the same instant. The grey eyes full of passion, the beautiful, young face contorted in pleasure…

Miyagi released a soft moan of his own, and his hand left its spot supporting his head to trail down his chest and slip into his boxers, gripping his hardened member just as his memory showed him once more Shinobu's long-fingered hand wrapped tightly around his own spent cock.

He started to pump himself vigorously, as his mind replayed every detail from that momentary encounter in slow motion. Finally, focussing in on the vision of Shinobu's left hand touching himself so deeply and so intimately, he felt his own climax roll over him.

Risako, beside him, hadn't noticed a thing, hadn't stirred once from her sleep. Peering at her guiltily, Miyagi slipped from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, discarding his now sticky boxers.

As he washed his hands, he happened to glance up into the mirror above the sink. Pausing, he stared himself in the eye. Shame washed over him. He was thirty three and married – and he had just masturbated to the thought of a kid – a mere sixteen year old kid! A boy, no less, and to make it even worse, it was his wife's brother he'd just climaxed while fantasising about – while lying in bed next to his wife as she slept!

How could he? What was he thinking?! What the hell was wrong with him?!

Pinching his lips, he glared at his reflection in distaste. Still, it was done and there was no undoing it. He could only put it behind him, and forget.

Yes, that was it, he thought as he returned to the bed and slipped back under the covers, turning so that he and Risako were now back to back. Forget what he saw, forget what he did and forget about Shinobu – his wife's brother – and everything would be fine, back to normal.

Though it is hard, once you've had a taste of ambrosia, to settle for lowly porridge.

A.N. Haven't written Tero smut for a while, so I rather enjoyed writing that :D Maybe it's obvious, but just in case, the title just refers to this oneshot as foreshadowing Miyagi's eventually reciprocated feelings for Shinobu and their lovely smut-filled relationship ;)

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