[Fic] sailing mountains and flying rivers (Naruto)
- Fandom: Naruto
- Pairing: Uzumaki Naruto/Yamanaka Inoichi
- Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship
- Word-Count: 1279
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2023-09-22
- Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and make no profit from this—it is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Summary:
(He is weak, perhaps, to kindness.)
Notes:
- For Othalla.
Fandom Gift Basket 2023
Prompt: Naruto/Inoichi + Fake relationship while on a mission leads to FeelingsTM
Work Text:
Naruto pouts, swinging their hands as soon as Inoichi's fingers close around his, turning around and peering up at Inoichi from below his eyelashes. Inoichi is dressed immaculately as a nobleman, wearing elaborate, expensive clothing and obnoxious perfume and even with his senses stunted by fuuinjutsu, the urge still builds in his nose to sneeze. He discreetly scrunches up his nose, turning his face into Inoichi's chest so that no-one can see his expression, and then screws up his face entirely. He feels Inoichi's hands settle on his waist, warm fingers spreading out, and Naruto sighs, exaggeratedly pressing into it, and then, just for good measure, he flops his entire weight onto the other man.
He feels Inoichi sway for the barest hint of a second before the man stabilizes and balances out his weight. Naruto maybe, possibly, perhaps, takes just a bit of advantage of the situation; he nuzzles Inoichi's chest, clings onto the fine fabric of his clothes, and drags in his scent.
Sneezes.
It's loud in the dank bar, the kind of place noble people go to pretend they're commoners and enjoy backdoor dealings and under the table negotiations. This is merely one phase of a weeks long mission, and it won't even be them who locks it down. They're playing distracted, but if there's something Naruto loves, thrives on, it's attention.
"Shh," Inoichi breathes into his ear, breath warm and his touch on Naruto's back, hips, ass, spreads. Naruto delights in it, can't suppress a shiver but doesn't even try to. It's good for the mission, after all.
"Are they looking?" he asks into Inoichi's chest.
Inoichi laughs, chest moving, and Naruto makes a show of nuzzling him again, moving just enough that his ass presses out—it's a nice ass, and deserves appreciation. The nobles in thinly veiled disguise in the club aren't so crass as to catcall him, but he can feel the attention on his skin, the length of his hair as it swishes around him, the way his every move is carefully observed. Not only by the nobles, of course, but also by his fellow shinobi keeping track of him in waiting for their cue.
Inoichi hums above him, blatantly spreading his hand over one of Naruto asscheeks, and Naruto bites down on a groan. But that's his cue, so despite the distraction, he rolls his neck and looks up at his fake lover, pouting glittering lips and fluttering even glitterier eyelashes. "You love me?" he asks in the most patethic, most spoiled tone he can manage to summon. It's taken practice. It's taken reading shameless romance novels. It's taken practicing on Sasuke, and oh man did that not go well.
But Inoichi raises a pale eyebrow and pulls Naruto even closer—as if such a thing were possible. "Have I not shown you? Do you not feel it? Hmm?" Inoichi drawls, voice deep and expression one of unbridled lust and desire and—maybe, possibly, just perhaps, that does something to Naruto.
Not only the lust. He knows that he looks good, uses it on more missions than not, and it's not simply that. It's the amusement in Inoichi's eyes, carefully hidden but still there for him to find. It's the gentle touches, always telegraphed so he knows what's happening. It's the way Inoichi hasn't let him out of his sight all evening, complicated his dress, helped him with his makeup and gave him the most beautiful bouquet of flowers he's ever gotten, specifically chosen so the smell doesn't irritate him.
It's all, and more.
Naruto blinks, realizes he's been staring, and he licks his dry lips. Clears his throat, and Inoichi laughs, reading his condition and leaning into it for the good of the mission, because of course he's a good shinobi as well. An expert, really.
(Naruto knows full well that Inoichi is overqualified for this mission, that's it's beneath him. He's got far more, bigger, things to worry about, but still. Still.)
(Inoichi is here.)
Inoichi caresses his face, thumbs over his cheek, touch so gentle that Naruto's chest squeezes into a tight ball, and his stomach clenches at the heated look Inoichi then gives him, one full of promises. "Worry not, my dear," Inoichi says, leaning down and speaking into his ear, "I have you."
Naruto bites his bottom lip, harshly. Presses down until he tastes blood amidst the strawberry, eyelids half-mast and breathing unsteady, a hitching in his throat that he refuses to examine. He clenches and unclenches his grip on Inoichi's chest, the clothing rumpled under his hands, and Inoichi laughs again, turning his head slightly so he can see Sai at the other side of the room, utterly failing to pretend he's anything other than who he is. Luckily, in this specific instance it works, thanks to his sketchbook and the ink stains on his hands.
For a second, Naruto is almost embarrassed. This all—feels intimate. Close. In a way he's not—not really with anyone, ever, and he kind of doesn't want anyway else to see this, to know he has someone. Even though he doesn't, even though it's all fake, he still wants to drag inoichi away, lock him up where no one else will ever be able to touch him, hurt him, steal him away.
But Naruto is a good shinobi, so he raises an eyebrow at Sai and watches the jerk roll his eyes in return.
Inoichi tilts his head further back, until he's staring at the ceiling where yet another shinobi is hidden in the raftors, and while Inoichi noses at his neck, breath warm and lips so close to touching him yet so far, Naruto lets his lips part on a sigh. A drop of liquid drops into his mouth from above, and Naruto lets it stay in his mouth, lingering on his tongue. On cue, Inoichi moves up, pressing his nose to Naruto's jaw and theatrically breathing him in. Then, he slides his hands into Naruto's hair, hold him right, and kisses him. Presses in with his tongue between his lips, and Naruto presses back.
The tracker is passed to Inoichi and Inoichi straigthens up, Naruto nearly face-planting into his chest. Then he figures why not and does, in fact, face-plant into his chest. It's a very nice chest, after all, and when will Naruto have an opportunity like this again?
(Who knows if Inoichi will ever want to talk to him again after this.)
Inoichi swallows the tracker without any outward indication. He grins wildly, salaciously, and Naruto's heart thumps so loud it's thunder in his ears. He doesn't understand how the whole bar can't hear him, barely comprehend the words Inoichi traces into his skin, on his neck beneath all the hair. He gulps, and Inoichi raises an eyebrow at him. Naruto exhales, and Inoichi leans down, nuzzles their noses together for the barest seconds, then moves Naruto back and stands. He heads straight for the bar, Naruto tracing a pattern into the wood of the table he's now leaning on, sending the ninja above him scurrying away.
If this all goes to plan, Inoichi is about to be kidnapped.
And Naruto will save him.
(Behind a hand artificially delicate, calluses removed and muscles downplayed, Naruto smiles. The corner of his eyes crinkle and he winks at Sai, getting another eye roll in reply. He watches, too, the sway when Inoichi walks, the shapely clothing accenting his figure in very favorable ways, and he thinks. Well. About a lot, not the least of which is the touch of his lips, the taste of his tongue, and the gentleness.)
(He is weak, perhaps, to kindness.)
Notes:
it's been so long since i've done anything naruto related, i'm like 2 steps away from tacking on an OOC tag. please just squint a lot when you read this and pretend it all works perfectly ;D and don't worry about the timelines!