#fugahiashi

[dimancheetoile]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I know it took a year, I’m so ashamed. While I was gone, the story reached 1,000 kudos, which is insane to me. But here it is, and I’m so freaking proud of myself for finishing this and not giving up and the final product is more than I could ever have hoped for. I’m super hyped to keep writing this story and I really hope I’ll get all my wonderful readers back on track with me.

[blackkatmagic]

Hi (again)! What is with you and dragging people onto your popsicle-stick sailboats? Because suddenly I'm finding myself cut into pieces and boating in several of them. Also, you are a horrible enabler, and I'm knee-deep in Fugaku/Hiashi/Hizashi angst hell. Thanks a lot. God, I love you and your works. Feel free to throw me a rope, though. I could use a lift out.

xD I can’t help with the Hiashi/Fugaku/Hizashi, because twincest is absolutely not my thing, but...

Fugaku's head hasn’t hurt this badly since Minato's bachelorparty.

(It’s possible that thought should be warning enough, givenhow Fugaku woke up the morning after thatdisaster, but hangovers aren’t exactly conducive to logical thought.)

He remembers—if vaguely—heading for the bar after Mikotofinished her explanation of why second chances and resurrected lost loves meantthat she was ending their amicable, if less than blissful, marriage. Not thatFugaku is overly upset—marrying your best friend from childhood is lovely intheory, but results in rather too much sexual frustration when one feels agreater attraction to other men than one’s wife—but the mere thought of the Clan Elders’ collectivereaction is more than enough to drive even the hardiest man to drink.

Fugaku would be the first to admit that while he is a hardyman, he’s not that hardy, and hiswife leaving him for another woman is aggravating, if only conceptually.

(Of course, as Mikoto pointed out with all the mercilessnessone would expect from a former ANBU captain, if Minato had reappeared,unattached and open to a relationship, it would have been Fugaku doing thedumping the instant he got Mikoto alone.)

Still. Being abandoned doesn’t sit easily, even ifintellectually Fugaku is quite aware that Mikoto isn’t actually going anywhere.He’d beaten a swift retreat to the nearest jounin bar and settled in to drinkhis way through a good portion of their stock. And then…

And then what?

He pries his eyes open with an effort, squinting against theslanting light of an unfamiliar room. His sense of direction says those windowsare west-facing, which means it’s headed towards afternoon. Gods, but how muchdid he manage to drink last night?And…this is most certainly not his bedroom, so—

The dark head resting on his arm groans, shifting slightly,and Fugaku winces at the pins-and-needles sensation of blood rushing back intohis limb. Then, belatedly, he realizes what a companion in bed means, and that hair is slightly brownerthan Mikoto's ink-black, if almost as long. It’s not Mikoto, because the body is larger, a man’s muscular buildrather than his former wife’s sleeker one, and he can feel a hint of stubbleagainst his skin.

Fugaku takes a careful breath, steeling himself, and reachesout to carefully brush some of that dark hair back. At the same moment, hisunexpected partner rolls over, and pale, nearly-white eyes flutter open.

Hyuuga Hiashi, Fugaku thinks, and it’s possible there's anote of hysteria to it. Oh gods.

Hiashi stares at him for a long moment, clearly just asstartled as Fugaku, and then shifts enough to get an elbow beneath himself andpush up a little.

“…Uchiha,” he allows after a second. “It appears we hadrather too much to drink last night.”

“Not enough,” Fugaku mutters, pressing the heels of hispalms into his eyes until starbursts bloom behind his eyelids. Hells, butMikoto is never going to let this go.Not because they're technically still married—she made it clear that would onlylast until the correct papers could be signed—but because she’s the only livingsoul to know about the massive, belligerent crush he’d had on the Hyuuga heiras a genin.

Of course, Fugaku is an Uchiha, and therefore anyone outsidethe clan would probably find his actions more closely resembling infiniteloathing than a crush, which Fugaku was absolutely fine with both then and now.

Things are coming back in bits and pieces now. The bar, Hiashidrinking with his old team in the corner, and then drinks together when thenight wore on, and then—

Well. Given that he and Hiashi are both naked, Fugaku canguess.

“Oh, hells,” Hiashisays suddenly, and flops back down onto his back on the pillows, draping an armover his eyes. “Tsume saw us leave together. Tsume knows.”

For a moment Fugaku can't think how that’s relevant. Then,as a thought occurs to him, he chokes, twitching away from Hiashi. “You—you andInuzuka?”

Hiashi’s pale eyes go wide, and he blanches. “What? No! Of course not, we’re just friends!And beyond that, I think Shibi would gutme.”

Fugaku makes a face, both at calling the Inuzuka woman afriend and the idea of her and Aburame. There are lots of things Fugaku hasnever needed or wanted to know about his Academy classmates, and who they go tobed with is a very large percentage.

Hiashi must see, because he snorts softly. “Loosen up, Uchiha.Just because they don’t confirm to your standards as Clan Heads doesn’t make itwrong.”

“You do realize the irony of you telling me to loosen up,” Fugaku retorts, but despite himselfhis eyes are drawn to Hiashi’s bared chest. Before the mission to retrieveKiller Bee, Fugaku hadn’t seen him in anything but his voluminous robes inyears. He’s leaner than they make him look, broad across the shoulders andstill sporting the musculature of an active shinobi.

There's a dark bite already purpling on the line of his longneck, and Fugaku can't quite tear his eyes away from it.

Not seeming to notice his straying attention, Hiashi makes asound of quiet amusement and stretches, and Fugaku's mouth goes truly dry at thesight. “I realize it, yes, but I've recently come to the understanding that theworld will not crumble if I allow myself to live.”

They certainly lived last night, if Fugaku's patchy memoriesare to be believed. He has a flash of Hiashi on his stomach with Fugaku on topof him, reaching back desperately to grasp at Fugaku's hip as he tried to formmore than fractured words, and—

Fugaku swallows hard, and manages to keep his voice steadyenough to ask, “Inuzuka wisdom?”

Hiashi drops his arm, and the smile he’s wearing is faintlybittersweet, but there’s a pained sort of peace in his eyes as he meets Fugaku'sgaze. “Hizashi’s,” he corrects, and it’s somewhere between sad and fond. “ThoughI think we both forgot somewhere along the way.”

Fugaku knows very well what that’s like, and he sighs beforehe can help it, reaching up to rub his forehead. He and Mikoto used to talkabout love, even though they knew they’d never feel anything beyond platoniclove for each other, and Fugaku can remember telling her to take the chance ifshe ever found it again. The Uchiha don’t love easily, but when they do, it’s apowerful thing, and well worth upsetting the Elders over.

With that in mind, Fugaku doesn’t try to hide the way hiseyes sweep down over Hiashi’s body, right to the edge of the slipping sheet. Whenhe glances back up, the old sadness has faded, and Hiashi is watching him with aheated sort of amusement. “Really, Uchiha?” he asks, though he makes no move toresist when Fugaku leans over him. “I didn’t think one-night stands weresupposed to indulge in morning sex.”

“What happened to loosening up?” Fugaku complains, even ashe slides his fingers into Hiashi’s long hair and angles his head for a deep,lazy kiss.

As they break apart, Hiashi laughs, and it’s breathlessenough to make Fugaku's want just that much deeper. “I can't have you think I'measy, Uchiha,” he retorts.

Fugaku snorts, sliding fully on top of the other man. One ofHiashi’s arms loops around his lower back, and a leg drapes lazily over his,sliding them together in veryinteresting ways. “Then you shouldn’t have let me pick you up in a bar in thefirst place, Hyuuga.”

One elegant brow arches, only for the expression to be lostthe moment Fugaku's hands find their way under the sheet. Hiashi’s head fallsback, breath catching in his throat, but an instant later the leg hooked over Fugaku'stightens, and in a blur Hiashi flips them over, coming out of the roll sittingastride Fugaku's hips. He’s smirking, and Fugaku is recalling exactly how itfeels to want to punch someone and kiss them at the same time.

“I think you're forgetting exactly who did the picking uplast night, Uchiha,” he says archly. “Really, the way you were throwingyourself at me, you're lucky I didn’t—”

Fugaku flips them again, and feels no remorse for shovingHiashi’s face into the pillow.

[dimancheetoile]

The Problematic Dads Squad™ and I’m blaming @blackkatmagic for the ship.

I didn’t check for references on the Military Police uniform and I’m pretty sure I mixed it up with Sakumo’s shirt but who cares *shrugs*

Also I’m writing a fic on these two, if you’re interested. It’s called Withered Flowers and it’s ruining my life.