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It’s hard to think of anything right now. Sure. Shikaku knows everyone calls him a genius but that doesn’t mean he always feels that brilliant all the time. Geniuses are human too, even if it seems like everyone forgets that. Any man in his position would feel just as empty headed as Shikaku does now. 

Uchiha Fugaku is in his bed, and Shikaku can barely believe it himself. Fugaku's strong hands gripping his hips are the only thing keeping him grounded right now. Shikaku shivers as Fugaku trails a line of kisses up his spine. This feels unreal, like his mind is going to slip away from joy at any moment. 

Even in his wildest dreams, Shikaku never thought something like this would happen. Sure, they dated but after their respective marriages, Shikaku thought any attempts to move their relationship further were null and void. 

Lucky for him, it seems even a man like Fugaku can change his mind. 

His hands grip his ass, and knead the flesh. He uses one hand to push Shikaku’s back down until his face is pressed against the futon. Shikaku can’t help but groan as he desperately thrusts against the air, his erection bobbing beneath him. He can feel Fugaku’s hot breath intimately close to his hole. 

“Is this okay?”

Fuck, he’s such a sweetheart. 

“Yes, yes.” Shikaku moans, “yes, please, honey!”

Fugaku chuckles, but he doesn’t waste time either. Fugaku’s tongue is teasing and dipping around his hole, and his saliva is dripping down Shikaku’s balls. He can barely contain a scream as he buries his face into the sheets. 

Why would he ever be able to think anything?

It feels too good, like he won’t be able to think again after it’s all said and done. Shikaku helplessly thrusts back against Fugaku’s face devouring his ass. 

A man that Shikaku thought he’d never get to even sit down with as friends again is currently stretching his fingers inside him. Shikaku thought this would never happen, ever. Certainly not while Uchiha Mikoto is still very much alive. It was the first thing Shikaku thought of. It’s not like he wants to die. Fugaku is married. He has two sons. 

But when Fugaku slipped his arm around Shikaku’s waist, thumb gently stroking his hip, Shikaku couldn’t help but be curious as they walked. They shared a cigarette after another perfunctory clan head meeting. 

Shikaku had thanked his luck for even that small interaction. It wasn’t often that Fugaku looked his way these days, but he did. 

Fugkau slumped into the bench beside him and huffed his cigarette, seemingly obvious to Shikaku’s fixation on his mouth. 

So maybe he hadn’t been that close to Fugaku in a while, but he tried not to be too weird about it. 

Maybe Shikaku was too obvious. 

When Fugaku took a hold of his chin and kissed him, Shikaku froze in shock. Thankfully, he recovered pretty quickly. It’s not like he was going to let a chance like that pass him by. Shikaku eagerly returns the kiss and savors the taste of smoke between them. His own cigarette dropped and fizzled to the ground but Fugaku took a moment to put out his own on the wood bench. Shikaku wrapped his arms around Fugkau’s neck, but it was still not enough. Even with his tongue in his throat, Shikaku just wanted to be closer. The clothes between them were a barrier that he wanted to get rid of. 

Again, Shikaku spared a passing thought to Mikoto. But as quickly as the thought came, Shikaku hastily pushed it away. Everyone knows that Mikoto had her own fun with Kushina, and she was still his wife then. Fugaku has seemed stressed lately, and if she can’t help him…maybe Shikaku can. 

He already felt like he was walking on air.  It feels unreal, but if this is a dream then Shikaku doesn’t want it to end. 

Fugaku pulled away and cradled his face, swiping his thumb across Shikaku’s swollen lips. It feels too tender, too sweet to only have this once. 

“Are you busy right now?’ Fugaku asked. 

Shikaku shook his head. 

Not for Fugaku, never for him, he thought wistfully. 

Blessedly, Yoshino is out today with Choza and Inoichi’s wife. The Nara head family home has always felt emptier than the Uchiha’s, and for once Shikaku is grateful for it. 

This was a much better way to leave another boring meeting. 

None of that matters now. 

Fugaku is encircling him in his arms, sucking and kissing his neck. Shikaku can feel Fugaku’s erection against his ass, and he feels desperate with want. He’s shaking with pleasure and Fugaku’s lubed fingers feel so slick. When his ass clenched around them, Fugaku pants like he's dying of thirst. 

 He wants more. 

Shikaku pleads, “Honey, I’m ready, please please fuck me! Please!”

The head of his cock slips against his hole, and Shikaku whines, Fugaku is breathing heavily, but he teases the rim of his ass like he’s still deciding. 

“So eager,” Fugaku groans. 

“Yes, yes, always for you, honey,” Shikaku arches his back, trying to force Fugaku to finally put it in. He waited long enough for him to put the damn condom on, even when he begged for the other man to take him raw. He’s waited throughout their entire relationship when Fugaku was a bashful young man unwilling to take that step. 

“Fuck, okay… Fugaku takes a deep breath and holds Shikaku’s hip as he finally slides his cock inside. 

Shikaku can't feel ashamed for the pathetic whines he lets out. He knew Fugaku was thick, but it feels too much to take. His body struggles to adjust to the stretch. Fugaku's chest is tantalizingly warm against his back 

He babbles with his cheek pressed against the sheets, “Ahh, gods, Fuku, it’s so much.”

“Does it hurt too much?”

“No, no, keep going. I’m okay. I’m okay.” 

They fuck slow, even if they shouldn't. It’s not like they have all the time in the world, but Shikaku doesn’t mind. Fugaku’s firm chest is flush and sweaty against his back and Shikaku loves it too much. He’s never going to be able to go back to a life without this. 

Fugaku turns him onto his back to kiss him again, holding his legs back as far as they can go as he moves in rhythmic thrust that makes him dizzy. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please don't stop. It's so good, so good, pleaseeee.” 

He doesn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed. 

Shikaku wanted this for so long and he wants Fugaku to know it. He moans and pants unabashedly into his mouth, and everytime Fugaku looks at him his eyes are burning with want. His hips stutter and he takes a deep breath every time he feels Shikaku clench around him. 

He almost wants to cry. There’s no telling if he’ll ever get to have this exhilarating experience again and he doesn’t want to stop. He doesn’t ever want this to end. 

“Honey, please, please, this won’t be a one time thing will it? I want more, pleaseeee.”

He whines when Fugaku reaches beneath him and tugs Shikaku’s cock. 

Fugaku’s voice is gruff with arousal, hot against his ear. He says,“So greedy and you haven’t even cum yet.”

“Please, please, honey, I’ll do anything.”

Fugaku’s hand gently caresses his face. When his tongue slips into his mouth, Shikaku melts. This was one thing they used to do, even when Fugaku was so shy he still turned red every time he took off his shirt. The sound of their wet kissing and the slap of their hips fills the room. When Fugaku pulls away, Shikaku tries to kiss him again, regardless of how swollen his lips feel but Fugaku runs his hands across his chest in electrifying circles. 

“What if I were to ask you something very important? What if I’d ask you to do something you couldn’t tell anyone about.”

Rationally, part of Shikaku’s brain tells him that it sounds fishy as hell. 

That part of him is also quickly silenced by his arousal. 

“Yes, yes, yes, honey, anything.”

“I want you to protect my family. No matter what happens. No matter who you have to protect them from. Will you keep my sons safe? Can I trust you to do that for me?”

The logical side of him wonders what kind of threat Fugaku is imagining, but the thought slips away

The emotional side is touched that Fugaku trusts him so much. Uchiha love fiercely, that’s what people say, but they aren’t known for letting people in either. 

“Of course, honey. Whatever it takes. You can trust me.”

Fugaku’s teeth nibble his ear, and Shikaku moans. 

He whispers, “promise me, Shikaku. You have to swear.”

“I promise, Fuku. I promise, whatever you need me to do honey, I’ll do it for you, I promise.”

He can’t say anymore. Shikaku screams as Fugaku’s hand grips his cock and tugs with his harsh thrusts until he spills into Fugaku’s hand. 

Shikaku loves him, even now. 

Even after everything. They might have families, and their own lives, but life is short. 

For Fugaku, Shikaku would do anything. 

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Fugaku feels like things are simple with Rasa…perhaps less emotionally complicated than his relationship with Shikaku. 

Rasa isn't a kind man, he isn't a sweet man, and he isn't a very reasonable man either. 

One would think someone short and slender like him would be cute, but Rasa of the Gold Sand is nothing of the sort. His reputation precedes him. There is a brutality to the man that Fugaku doesn’t agree with, but he does understand. He is the fourth Kazekage, forged from the harsh desert of Sunagakure and although there is much they disagree on…Rasa is a very capable man. 

 Fugaku respects him for that. Rasa also is one of few Kage who won’t gossip and he actually answered Fugaku's letter for a meeting. The Sand village is more than happy to circumvent Konoha's harsh taxation on them with any clan willing to do trade and the Uchiha are more than happy to oblige. Mikoto told him to tread carefully. They can’t afford to insult any of the other nations Kage, not when the Uchiha are already treading on thin ice.

They've met a few times now and Fugaku has grown more comfortable greeting the Suna guards.  He doesn’t ask about the man’s sons and he heartily eats every meal he’s given. Fugaku knows Rasa’s testing his palette with different dishes, waiting for him to refuse, but there’s no world in which he’ll turn down a free meal. 

Uchiha have always been partial to spices native to Wind Country anyway. It’s why Mikoto thought up this plan from the start. 

They always share a bottle of sake together. Rasa teases Konoha shinobi for their weakness and Fugaku lets the remarks slide off him like water. He listens patiently as Rasa explains the history of Wind Country that’s carved onto the stone walls. 

Whenever they get bored of reading, they’ll go to Rasa’s personal dojo to spar.

This really all started with sparring.

They spar, mostly fists at first seeing how much the other could take a hit. Fugaku wonders if they're more drunk than he thought, but he kind of likes the sting on his lips. He likes fighting with Rasa. The man is fast and crafty, even without using his sand. Sparring with Rasa does give him the same thrill he gets training with Mikoto. 

They're both ruthless and unrelenting, but they are different people. 

Mikoto usually prefers to take the lead in their sex life, but she does have her moods. On occasion she wants Fugaku to be more assertive with her, and Shikaku was the same. Fugaku just likes making his partners happy. Seeing how thrilled they get when he’s rough is pretty nice too. 

He doesn’t really like Rasa. Sure, he likes debating with the man, drinking with the man but Fugaku has not found this form of diplomacy to be as displeasing as he thought it would be. 

It’s certainly…different from what he’s used to. Fugaku prides himself on his adherence to propriety. He wants to be a good man, a good clan head, and a good father. That’s his duty. Fugaku thinks it’s simple. 

Mikoto thinks he has issues with shame that hinder him. She assured him it would be best if he secured alliances rather than her, even if he thought she’d be better at it. When pushed, Mikoto said having some sex for fun will build his self confidence. 

Then she sighs and tells him to do it for the clan, Fugaku nods resolutely. 

His own father was a very lascivious man. The late Lord Hyuusuke would fondle another woman’s ass in full view of his wife and laugh it off when caught. Fugaku remembers shaking as he stared at the floor while his mother sat him down to explain sex. 

Her nails dug into his cheek as she forced his gaze up until Fugaku’s eyes met hers. 

“You cannot disappoint me. You must conduct yourself, properly, at all times.”

Like all things, Fugaku took those words to heart. 

His father took him aside later and explained the intricacies of sex between men. He laughed and pulled Fugaku’s flushed ears. 

“I’ve seen you sneaking around with that Nara. You’re a man now, but be discreet. Don’t cause your mother unnecessary stress.”

Audacious of him to say that. 

Fugaku shoves those thoughts away into a cage. He doesn’t like thinking of his parents in the best of times, but this might be part of what Mikoto was talking about. Sure, the Uchiha clan has a whole are under scrutiny post-Kyuubi attack with a clan head that can’t even see the light at the end of the tunnel, but Mikoto said if they can gain enough allies to protect the clan then the village won’t be able to act against them. 

Fugaku genuinely did not intend for his tentative friendship with Rasa to end up like this. Mikoto thought it would be beneficial to use whatever means necessary, but Fugaku was hoping for some wiggle room in those instructions. 

There were rumors, but Rasa was also known to be a solitary man after his wife’s death. Yet, Rasa saw fit to spend time with him for some strange reason. They drink, they talk, they fight and yet somehow they still always end up like this. 

It is easier than talking. 

Rasa arches his back, desperately thrusting back against Fugaku's cock rocking inside him. The man loves to fuck on all fours. Sometimes, he shoves Fugaku down and sucks him off teasingly until Fugaku will take him on the floor

Fugaku tried to be gentle at first, but it wasn’t until he made the other man gag did he see that glittering look of pleasure in Rasa’s eyes. 

Something tilted, not snapped, but tilted inside him. 

Fugaku wanted to see that look again and again. 

Fugaku yanks Rasa back by his hips, fueled by his pleased panting. He pushes the other man down until his chest is flush with Rasa's back. He rams his cock in, not even bothering with a rhythm as he just fucks as fast and hard as he can. 

“Harder, harder, yessss, deeper, come on, I can take it!”

“You'll take it well. You fit my cock perfectly. Why be Kazekage when I can just take you to Konoha and fuck your throat when I feel like instead?”

His dark eyes are wild, he snarls, “fuck me like a man then.” 

Fugaku sucks on his throat and tugs roughly on Rasa’s cock,“Filthy bitch.”

Rasa nods, covering his own mouth to stifle his moans. 

Generally, Fugaku doesn't prefer being too rough. It’s not really his style. 

Rasa likes seeing him angry. He does not want him to be sweet and soft, if anything it makes it might make the man retreat into himself, so Fugaku resigns himself to Rasa’s preferences. The other man will do anything he can to get a rise from his temper. He’ll insult the Hokage, criticize the Uchiha’s current situation, and make allusions of treason with that same nonchalant tone. Fugaku might even wager on his worst days, he’s meaner than even Mikoto could ever be. 

When Fugaku shoves his fingers into his hot mouth, Rasa sucks desperately at the digits, uncaring when drool drips from his mouth. Fugaku likes it until Rasa inevitably bites too hard, too many times until blood runs down the corner of his lips. 

Fugaku thinks that Rasa likes the taste of blood too much. He likes his ass spanked till it’s red and Fugaku kind of likes feeling the warmed skin against his hips. They don’t kiss much, but when they do Rasa kisses him roughly, nipping and pulling at his lips till they’re also bleeding. He sucks greedily at the wound, lapping at the blood. Fugaku sat in on more than a few meetings with his lips plump and swollen from Rasa’s eagerness. 

 At least Mikoto will get a kick out of it. 

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The last place Fugaku thought he'd see the Fourth Raikage was in Suna. Okay maybe Iwa and Konoha rank higher realistically, but Suna is up there. Getting from the Land of Lightening involves a tedious journey through the Land of Fire. He must’ve taken a ship through the Land of Waves. That still doesn’t explain why he sees fit to burst into the Kazekage’s office as if he owns the place. 

The Suna messenger who tried to stop the Raikage stands sheepishly at the door, but the Kazekage just waves away the woman's apology and she hurries off before the man can change his mind, closing the office door behind her. 

Thankfully they aren’t in a more compromising position: just reading together. Fugaku fully intended to travel back with the lumber shipment Rasa helpfully acquired but then he was talked into staying a bit longer. 

Rasa removes his feet from their spot on Fugaku’s lap and stands. 

“Lord Raikage, this is an unexpected visit.”

A isn’t bothered at all by his rudeness, he just smiles,“More unexpected that you’re hiding away a Konoha shinobi in your chambers.”

“I’m not hiding him away. He’s not a spy. He’s my guest.”

Fugaku does what he does best: follow procedure. 

He gives the Raikage a bow, “I am Uchiha Fugaku, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“An Uchiha, huh? No wonder Rasa’s keeping you locked up in here.”

The Fourth Raikage, A, is a very tall and muscular man. His large and calloused hand yanks Fugaku’s chin up until their eyes meet. Fugaku meets the silent question by flashing his sharingan which earns him a pleased grin.

He has no intention of putting the Raikage under any jutsu, but many men love to prove their mettle by staring down a dojutsu user head-on. 

A says,“Pretty eyes, you’ve got there.”

Fugaku has never thought of himself as that pretty. Pretty is a word for his more androgynous clansmen. It’s a word for boys like his sons who take after their lovely mother. 

His ears heat up. Hopefully, the blushing isn't too severe on his face. 

A’s arm wraps around Fugaku’s waist. There’s no misinterpreting his actions. 

Rasa doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, setting his book aside, he lounges back. 

He demands, “did you rush ahead your envoy just to fuck me?”

A replies, “I was thinking about it. We do have business once the rest finally catch up."

“What if I want to watch you fuck him?”

“Yeah, do you? Greedy slut like you, of course you do.”

Wait, huh?

A rocks his hips against Fugaku’s, and asks gruffly, “what do you say, Uchiha?”

Fugaku likes women but he likes men. He's never found any reason to discuss the topic in depth before with anyone. As a second born son, he could do whatever he wanted but once the headship fell into his lap the situation changed completly. He wed out of duty, but Fugaku likes his life. He loves his children and his marriage has proved more happy than he ever thought it would be. 

Fugaku likes to believe he’s quite comfortable with himself, thank you very much. 

But he likes how Shikaku's beard feels against his neck when the other man lines a trail of kisses up his throat. He loves when Mikoto climbs on top of him with her strap until he's whining with tears in his eyes. Fugaku has thought a time or two of Inoichi's warm smile and how a thrill shots up his spine when Choza lifts him into a bear hug, like he was small. 

He tries not to think too hard about it. It isn’t proper. Fugaku is supposed to be a strong clan head. 

 It’s not like they planned for this.

But Rasa is palming his own erection through his pants as he watches A run his hands over Fugaku’s body, and Fugaku wants more. 

He nods,“Yes, okay, fuck me, please fuck me.”

“Cute,” A says.

Fugaku spares a glance at Rasa who laughs, “isn’t he?”

The Raikage kisses Fugaku with a forceful tongue that makes him dizzy, 

He has only one concrete thought: Mikoto is never going to believe this. 

Shame has been his constant companion since childhood.

Uchiha are expected to be in control, at all times. It's bad enough there are those who see an Uchiha's rage as a threat. What the Uchiha clan call passion, devotion, and heart, there will be many others who see that as a sign that the curse of hatred is very real. 

It's senseless cruelty. In a world of constant warfare, even with the warring states period behind them, the shinobi villages are never far from the more conflict, yet it is the Uchiha who are deemed to possess a destiny of hate. 

Fugaku always tried to conduct himself properly. His mother always emphasized control above all else. To control oneself and one's emotions is a matter of duty. The clan needs a strong stoic leader to guide them when their backs have been against the wall since Madara's defection. 

Fugaku has spent his life in deference to his duty as a second born spare to the late head of the Uchiha clan. 

He doesn't want to. It's simply not proper. There is no want in duty. 

The Raikage’s fingertips teasingly rub circles across Fugaku’s nipples. A chuckles and gives them a hard tug and he laughs even harder when Fugaku whines, thrusting uselessly against the air. They moved to the couch while Rasa moved to his desk. 

“Do that again, harder.” Rasa urges. 

He loves when Mikoto teases him there and it’s the same with A. 

A throws back his head and laughs. His beard tickles Fugaku’s neck as he licks and sucks at the skin.  

“Hnngh, ahh, Lord Raikage…”

Fugaku whines and wiggles beneath his hold but A's firm hands keep him still. The Fourth Raikage is spreading Fugaku's legs as far as they can go. The Fourth Kazekage is watching him while lazily stroking his cock. Fugaku took one peek into Rasa’s dark piercing eyes before hastily looking away.

He won't last if he has to look. It's bad enough the lewd sounds of A fingering him open make Rasa moan low and deep in his chest. 

Fugaku pants desperately, hiding his face against A's neck as the man's cock slides tantalizingly against the balls. His legs are open. He’s so exposed and there’s nothing he can do about it. 

“I want to hear you when I put it in. None of this quiet shit.” 

Fugaku's cock throbs. 

Fuck, so maybe nothing about this situation is proper. The proper thing to do would be to go home to his wife, but it's his wife who disagrees. She doesn't think his adherence to propriety is something he truly enjoys, not really, and she said she wants him to think of himself and his desires. 

Like his desires matter! Fugaku rolled his eyes when Mikoto said it. There are far more important things than what he wants. 

This is supposed to be a diplomatic excursion—there's no room for fun.

The Raikage’s cock is a warm weight pressing against his thigh. 

And Fugaku loves it. 

A grabs his hips without ceremony and pushes inside him. It stings, more than Fugaku would like, but A keeps going till Fugaku is sitting snug on his lap.

“You feel good. Fuck, are all Uchiha this tight?” 

Fugaku scoffs but he can't do anything more when A's brutal rhythm knocks the air from his lungs. His anxious thoughts all slip away. A’s hands, those warm fucking hands, spread his legs open. 

Fugaku chokes out,“I…fuck, Ah, Ah.”

He quickly covers his mouth when A bounces him on his cock, forcing out whiny moans.

Rasa laughs, “you fill him good, Lord Raikage. Fuck, come on Lord Uchiha, don’t be shy.” 

It sounds lewd when Rasa calls them their titles, but it makes Fugaku shiver. 

He nods, “okay, okay. Could we still discuss business after?”

A growls in his ear, “you can have whatever, Uchiha, if I can cum inside you.”

Fuck, that shouldn’t be hot. 

So what if he likes this! 

This is for the clan, like Mikoto said. 

He’s helping the Uchiha clan!

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“I’m home!” Fugaku calls out. 

He smiles as his wife rushes around the corner before collecting herself. She hastily smoothes out the hair that swept into her face. 

“Darling, welcome home! I hope your travels were fruitful.”

That’s certainly one way to put it. 

Fugaku listens for the boys but Mikoto notices right away. She says, “your sons aren’t here yet. Embrace me, you silly man.”

So, he does. 

Fugaku pulls his wife close until her body is flush against his own. He’s sweaty and dusty from the road, but Mikoto doesn’t appear to care. She happily wraps his arms around his neck, and her nose brushes soothingly against his skin. Feeling bold, Fugaku peppers her own face and neck with kisses that leave Mikoto in a fit of surprised giggles. 

“Gods, what’s gotten into you?”

Fugaku captures her lips in a kiss instead of answering and she melts in his embrace. The scent of her perfume is just another reminder that he’s finally home. It eases the knot that’s always present in his stomach. 

When he finally pulls away, Fugaku cradles her face in his hands. He activates his sharingan and rests his forehead against her own. 

“I have dearly missed my lady wife. Is that so wrong?”

“As I have missed my lord husband,:” Her own sharingan eyes are nearly as comforting as her kiss. 

“Have things been well here while I was away?” Fugaku asks. “I hope it wasn’t too difficult to manage without me.”

Mikoto has enough responsibilities of her own. She doesn’t need to carry the brunt of his work while he’s off on these so-called diplomatic excursions. 

She says,“the Nara clan was more than generous working out a lowered meat tax with the Akimichi, but he has been a bit…persistant in asking for you. Yashiro and Naozomi have taken on a bulk of your duties at the station, but they’re managing.” 

Fugaku says,“I should hope the gifts have pacified the clan for my absence.”

More than a few of his clansmen were shocked when Fugaku announced his intent to travel. Mikoto explained her angle of diplomacy, alliances, and good relations to build strength without mentioning that she sat Fugaku down and told him to fuck whoever he needs to if need be. 

The clan doesn’t need to know that. Rumors are already starting to fly with how much Shikaku has been seen visiting as it is, but it’s nothing Mikoto can’t manage. 

“That package from Kumo of all places was quite the surprise.” Mikoto says, “Inabi thought it was a prank. The Kazekage has certainly been quite generous as well. You must’ve treated him very well.”

She laughs at his blushing and they walk hand in hand, moving their conversation to the low table in the kitchen. 

The couple sit close together. Fugaku can already feel the tension seeping from his body just being back in his own home. Even as a young shinobi, he’d never liked being on the road for long. 

“How were our boys?” Fugaku asks, “I know they’re never much trouble, but even so I feel like I haven’t been away this long since…I can’t even recall.”

Probably before the war. 

“Itachi has been taking less missions per my request. Hiruzen seems to be operating under the impression you’re having a bit of a crisis. I’ve argued to him that I need our clan heir close to home to prepare him to lead and, thanks to you, many of the clan heads were willing to back me. Sasuke is his wonderful self, but I do think he worries about having you away. Even if your at the station, he’s not used to having you so far away.”

“I’m excited to see them. Do you think they’ll be home soon?”

Mikoto replies, “We have time. Come now, tell me something fun. You can’t wiggle out of it. How was the Fourth Kazekage?”

Fugaku isn’t usually one to kiss and tell, but Mikoto is his lady wife. She is his partner, the mother of his children, and this whole endeavor was her idea. She’s discreet enough not to tell anyone else his private stories, but it’s still not polite. 

But then Mikoto pulls him close, scratching his hair in that comforting way that always makes him sleepy. He shows her the teeth mark scars on her fingers from the Kazekage while he explains the new trade deals with Suna merchants. 

“I hope it isn’t too much for you?” Mikoto asks. 

“This is…less stressful than over endeavors." 

Fugaku would rather be trying to hide hickies from the Kazekage’s council than enduring another worthless meeting with his every word leaking out Hiruzen’s ears. 

He talks about his surprise meeting with the Raikage. Mikoto’s mouth falls open, but she listens. He talks about the suspected situationship between the Kage and how Fugaku ended up caught in the middle. It’s better than being thought of as a spy. 

Her eyes light up with such a thrilled delight that Fugaku never wants to see it fade. 

“Oh poor you, having such powerful shinobi simpering after you. I should be jealous.”

“The Raikage is a bit brusque, but so is the Kazekage. They are still not poor company. There’s no need to be jealous. They do not compare to my lady wife.”

She leans against his shoulder, “Shikaku has seemed quite concerned for your well-being.

He doesn’t think that it was in your nature to travel.”

“He…believes that I am stressed and wants to be helpful.” Fugaku says, “I am very grateful for his friendship.”

Things with Shikaku are complicated. It’s not like Fugaku is unaware that Shikaku’s past feelings are still strong. Fugaku cares, he does, but he’s also married now. Shikaku knew from the moment they started dancing around one another that eventually he’d be asked to marry too. Shikaku is his father’s only son. 

But things change. They have both done their duty.  Fugaku just never thought he’d be able to do something as audacious as take another lover after Mikoto, but this is not about love—it’s survival. His clan has to be protected, cared for, and Fugaku is beginning to understand that he can’t do it all alone. Good relationships build bridges and the Uchiha need more than a few. 

Fugaku is acutely aware of Mikoto's hand sliding up his back.  She grips the back of his neck with such a possessiveness that Fugaku isn't surprised when he feels her teeth against his throat. 

“Not falling in love are you?”

Fugaku says,“you have no reason to worry. Your will is mine.” It feels easy to switch to the Uchiha’s mother tongue, even if it’s still technically illegal to speak it aloud. “I won’t lie, this experience has been arousing. I liked the sex with these men but I am a married man. It is my wife whom I have yearned for most. It is you that I wish to sleep beside. I feel cold without your fire.”

Mikoto’s breath is hot against the curve of his ear, “Is that so?”

“Indeed.” Fugaku sighs wistfully when he feels Mikoto’s lips tenderly tug on her earlobe, “Perhaps I should show you how much I have missed your touch?”

His fingers slip beneath the hem of her dress, tugging it up her soft thighs that Fugaku wants nothing more than to be between. 

Unfortunately, time is not on their side today. 

At that moment, Sasuke bursts in. His little feet slide against the floor as he throws the kitchen door open with a flourish. 

“Mom, I’m home!”

They hastily split apart, but Sasuke is oblivious to his parents' embarrassment. 

“Father, you’re home!”

Sasuke’s wide smile is so unabashedly happy to see him that Fugaku is warmed by it. 

He says,“It’s good to be home.”