Aside from the heart-stopping scare earlier that day, he thought he had handled his first official playdate as a parent rather well.
Shikamaru had come out of his shell completely, the confidence that had wavered that morning back in full force. Everyone had fun and left with new, but genuine friendships. He had made a new friend in Mikoto, the Uchiha matriarch surprisingly witty once she got comfortable.
By evening, all the children had been sent home high on sugar and babbling to their parents about dragons and naptime stories full of magic.
Harry had a feeling that playdates were going to become a regular thing after today.
He chuckled softly to himself as he rolled up his sleeves and started on the dishes. The smug, satisfied feeling continued until he felt familiar hands slide around his waist.
Startled, his grip tightened on the dish he was cleaning, only to relax when a teasing voice murmured against his ear. "You look pleased with yourself, today went well I take it?"
"Shikaku—"
He didn't get any further before the man's lips brushed the side of his neck, halting any coherent thought he had. The firm pressure made his eyes flutter shut, a shiver running down his spine as he felt him nip at the skin.
"Someone's in a good mood," Shikaku murmured, sucking a bruise into the pale flesh.
"I could say the same," Harry managed, his voice coming out breathier than he intended.
Strong hands caught his hips, turning him easily. The sink behind him sloshed as his wet hands slipped from the dishes.
"Shikaku!" Harry said, half laughing as the man leaned closer, his beard tickling him as he pressed gentle kisses to his lips.
"Mm," Shikaku hummed. "Couldn't help myself, even doing the dishes you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Harry near melted into him at his words, before he gave into the other man's advances fully. The next kiss was rougher, a harsh press of lips that stole the air right from his lungs.
Harry made a soft sound against his mouth, as he let himself be pressed back against the counter. He could feel the faint tremor in his knees as his hands came up to loop around Shikaku's shoulders, damp fingers curling into the small hairs at the back of his neck.
When Shikaku finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
"The boys asleep yet?" he murmured.
Harry gave a shaky laugh, shifting against Shikaku to ease the pressure of his own arousal. "You're home late, but not that late."
Shikaku grinned, clearly unbothered by the warning.
Harry placed a palm on his chest, pushing lightly.
"Go take care of yourself," Harry said teasingly, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk. "Then say goodnight to the boys, and I'll take care of you properly."
Shikaku's brows arched, heat sparking in his eyes. "Is that a promise?"
"Mhm." Harry's hand drifted downward, slow and deliberate, tracing the solid lines of muscle through fabric before they went lower and brushed against the very prominent bulge. He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper as he gave the hard length a squeeze. "I'll make you feel all better."
Shikaku's breath caught, a low curse slipping from his lips.
Harry grinned wickedly and stepped back, rinsing his hands as if nothing had happened. "You should hurry," he said over his shoulder. "The sooner they're asleep, the faster I'll keep my promise."
He turned just in time to see Shikaku adjusting himself with a muttered growl.
"Minx," the man said darkly.
~
Shikaku didn't even have a second before he was accosted.
He pushed Shikaku against the door and leaned up to capture his lips with his own.
He never thought that he would be so needy, so frustrated by not having Shikaku all day. He thought he had some semblance of self-control, clearly, he didn't take into account the fine specimen that was Shikaku Nara.
Something inside of him just wanted to keep him close and never let go, a need that he couldn't name.
He'd spent hours throughout the day imagining this, imagining the solid weight of him, the scent of him, the rough texture of his calloused hands against his skin.
The reality was a thousand times more potent.
Shikaku clearly felt the same because with a growl that vibrated through Harry's entire body, he picked him up like he was nothing and practically threw him onto the bed. Then Shikaku was on him, his heavy weight pinning him down.
He pressed bruising kisses to Harry's mouth, all teeth and tongue and desperate, pent-up frustration. Harry moaned, a high, wanton sound he barely recognised as his own, before letting his tongue meet Shikaku's.
His hands scrambled, grasping at his wide shoulders and loose hair. He let his legs fall open and pulled Shikaku to settle between them.
Harry's hands fumbled with the clasps of Shikaku's vest, his fingers clumsy with desperation. Shikaku, with an impatient grunt, simply ripped it over his head. Harry's followed suit only seconds later, his t-shirt yanked over his head, messing up his hair even more.
The cool air was a shock against his heated skin, but it was quickly forgotten as Shikaku's hands roamed, tracing the lines of his ribs, his thumbs brushing over his nipples, mking him gasp and arch into the touch.
Shikaku ground their groins together, his cock pressing insistently against Harry's own. The friction sent a bolt of pure pleasure straight up Harry's spine, making him give a series of breathy moans as he arched, and ground up into it.
Harry wanted, no needed more.
He wanted to feel Shikaku fully presed against him, skin on skin, with nothing between them.
He wanted to feel that thick cock in him.
He smirked a little, a wicked, determined glint in his eyes as he kissed up Shikaku's neck. He nipped every now and then, sharp little bites that made the man above him hiss and jerk his hips. He wrapped his legs around Shikaku's trim waist, locking his ankles together, and with a grunt of effort and a surge of strength he didn't know he possessed, he twisted them around.
And suddenly Shikaku was the one on his back, blinking up at him in surprise. Harry panted slightly, his hair falling into his eyes as he beamed proudly down at the shocked man.
Then Shikaku let out a rough, appreciative chuckle. He stretched his arms out above his head with lazy confidence. He sent a smirk up at Harry, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and raw, undisguised lust.
"Are you going to take care of me now," he drawled, his voice a low, gravelly purr. "Are you gonna ride me, sweetheart?"
Harry flushed, feeling a burning heat creep up his neck and across his cheeks.
Hesitancy filled him for a moment, a sudden, dizzying wave of insecurity now that he was in control.
Feigning confidence, he brushed his lips lightly down Shikaku's chest, tracing the defined muscles with his tongue.
He nipped every now and then, leaving small, red marks on the tan, scarred skin, until he reached the band of his pants. Looking up through lidded eyes, he made sure Shikaku was watching him as he slowly, unzipped them. He was surprised to see no underwear as Shikaku's cock finally sprung free from its confines, slapping heavily against his stomach.
He had seen it more than he could count on both hands by now, but it always made his mouth dry when he saw it hard like this. It was an impressive sight, flushed a dark, angry red at the head, the shaft thick and heavily veined.
How did this ever fit inside of me…
Flushing even more, he quickly vanished Shikaku's and his trousers with a flick of his hand, leaving them both suddenly naked.
He didn't waste a minute before he grasped the hard cock in his hand, the velvety skin hot and heavy in his palm. He gave it a tight squeeze, right at the base, and watched as Shikaku threw his head back against the pillows with a guttural groan.
"Fuck, that's it Sweetheart. Just like that…"
Harry felt his own cock twitch at Shikaku's reaction and gave it another tight squeeze in response.
He had never done this before on another person, but it couldn't be too different than his own, right?
He gave it another pump, his grip firm, sliding his hand up and back down. He flushed and looked up at Shikaku from under his lashes when a thick bead of precum leaked from the tip, glistening as it trailed down the shaft and slicked his movements.
Smiling shyly, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue flat against the slit, capturing the salty, bitter liquid. He did it again, a slow, deliberate lick, as he used both hands to pump Shikaku's cock, twisting it slightly at the base to try and get more.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Shikaku moaned deeper, and threw his head back down, his hips giving an involuntary thrust.
Harry finally let his lips cover the head completely and gave it a harsh suck, letting his tongue wrap around the sensitive ridge as he let it fall past his lips inch by inch. He took as much as he could, bobbing his head up and down, the thick, heavy weight of it on his tongue, the smell of Shikaku's musk filling his senses.
He choked slightly when it hit the back of his throat, his gag reflex finally kicking in, forcing him to pull back with a gasp, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
Shikaku's hand grasped his hair, firmly holding him still as he stopped him from taking too much at once. "Fuck, sweetheart," he breathed, his voice strained, his chest heaving. "Easy, now."
Face burning with embarrassment and inexperience, he admitted in a small voice, "I've never done this before."
The confession hung in the air for a second. And Shikaku's expression softened, the predatory haze in his eyes replaced by something warmer, even as he let out a groan want.
He pulled Harry up suddenly, his hand moving from his hair to the back of his neck and crashed their lips together, his tongue invading Harry's mouth once more. He whimpered into the kiss as his own hard cock was trapped against Shikaku's stomach, the man's thicker cock nestled between his cheeks as he straddled his hips. With every small shift of their bodies, the head of Shikaku's cock would catch his unprepared rim, sending little sparks of desperate need through him.
He pulled back just enough to whisper the preparation charm, his voice shaky and breathless before he surrendered to the kiss once more.
Reaching down between them, he grasped Shikaku's hard, slick cock and sank down slowly, the thick head, despite the charm, stretching the tight muscle, burning deliciously as he slowly rocked until he fully bottomed out.
He felt so, so full.
His thighs shook with the strain of holding himself back, their shaky breaths mingling in the air between them.
Shikaku gripped his hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over the bone, as he murmured sweet nothings into Harry's ear.
"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that. Fuck, you feel incredible. So tight for me. Taking me so well."
Harry clenched around the cock in his ass, a deliberate squeeze that made Shikaku hiss and his fingers dig deeper into his flesh. He lifted himself up slightly, the drag of Shikaku's cock pulling out of him sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his body, before dropping back down with a loud, unrestrained moan.
"'kaku," he breathed.
It was all raw, hard, and fast from there.
The slow, tender exploration was shattered, replaced by a desperate, frantic need. With Shikaku's hands guiding him, gripping his hips and urging him on, Harry rocked back and forth. Shikaku's cock never leeaving him fully before he would pull Harry down harshly, impaling him again and again, each thrust a little harder, a little deeper.
Once they found their rhythm, nothing could stop them.
Harry bounced and rocked, his head thrown back, his hair plastered to his sweat-slick forehead. He was moaning and screaming now, lost to everything but the feeling of Shikaku's cock dragging against his inner walls, hitting that bundle of nerves deep inside him with every punishing thrust.
Shikaku's deep voice was a constant stream of filthy praise in his ear, muttering things that made him burn even hotter.
"Look at you, riding my cock. So fucking beautiful. You love this, don't you, sweetheart? Love being filled up like this. Such a greedy little hole, taking me so deep. You want me to come inside of you, don't you?"
Harry felt delirious, "ye—ah—yes! Want it…. please." Begging for Shikaku to fulfill his promise.
Harry could feel his end nearing, the coil in his gut tightening almost painfully. He frantically started to deeply grind the cock deeper inside of him, his own trapped between their stomachs.
He was so close, teetering on the edge.
Shikaku's hands grasped his ass, pulling him flush then, pressing in deep against his sensitive bundle of nerves, and that was it.
"Shi—ah—Shikaku!" Harry cried, a long, drawn-out wail of pure ecstasy.
He barely heard Shikaku's strained, "Take what you need, sweetheart."
His orgasm ripped through him, his cum spurting hot and thick between them, painting their chests and stomachs. His vision whited out for a moment, the force of his release making him shake with pleasure.
And then Shikaku was fucking up into him like a feral beast, chasing his own end. The rhythm became erratic, desperate, his hips pistoning upwards, driving into Harry's oversensitive body.
It was almost too much, but it wasn't long before Shikaku pulled his ass flush once more with a guttural groan, pressing as deep as he could as his seed filled him, a hot, pulsing flood, just the way he craved it.
Harry fell against Shikaku completely boneless, humming in delight as Shikaku's hands rubbed up and down his spine. Harry could only press a tired, sated kiss against Shikaku's chest as the man fell backwards breathing heavily, pulling him down with him.
Harry slurred, his voice thick with sleepy satisfaction, "Did I take care of you okay?"
The question made Shikaku huff out a laugh. "Better than okay."
Harry just sleepily hummed and clenched around the spent cock inside him in a final, possessive squeeze, floating in a warm, hazy bliss.
Shikaku chuckled, slowly rolling them over and pulling out of him, making Harry whine at the sudden loss and try to pull Shikaku closer with a weak tug.
He was on the verge of sleep, his eyes already half lidded and his body lax before he suddenly remembered something important, something that had been overshadowed by their sudden lovemaking.
"Sh'kaku," he mumbled, his words slurring together. "Forgot to tell you… Maru has m'kuton…"
He fell asleep just as Shikaku froze, his entire body going rigid. He stared down at Harry's sleeping form, his eyes wide with shock.
"He has what?!"
~
He woke up deliciously sore.
Every muscle in his body felt loose and heavy, a slow ache pulsing in his hips and spine. He didn't move at first. He just lay there, his cheek pressed against Shikaku's bare chest, breathing in the warm scent of him.
The slow, steady rhythm of the heartbeat beneath his ear made his eyelids flutter closed again.
He listened carefully for any sign of the boys being awake, but the house was still.
Far too early…
He let himself melt further into the solid warmth beneath him, a small hum escaping his lips as he tightened his leg around Shikaku's trim waist, seeking every inch of contact possible.
If Shikaku hadn't stirred, he might have drifted back into sleep right there, lulled by the man's steady breathing. But the moment Shikaku inhaled deeply against his hair, Harry smiled against his skin.
He felt the rough scrape of calloused hands begin to trace slow, soothing lines up and down his back.
"Good morning," Harry whispered softly, voice still heavy with sleep.
Shikaku made a noise halfway between a groan and a chuckle, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. "Too early," he muttered, tightening his hold around Harry's waist.
Harry huffed a quiet laugh and tilted his head back enough to meet the man's lazy half-smile. "It's always too early," he teased. "I'm just grateful to wake up with you still in bed."
That earned a low hum of amusement. "Mm. Troublesome meetings," He cracked one eye open and scowled faintly at the thought. "I've got so much paperwork waiting."
Harry's lips curved, his fingers drawing idle shapes across Shikaku's chest. "You have work today?"
"Clan work," Shikaku grumbled. "Not much better." His hand continued its gentle motions down Harry's spine, tracing the curves with lazy affection. "Thought I'd spend breakfast with you and the boys before it swallows me again. I want to teach Shikamaru something today as well."
Harry's smile faltered.
He pulled back slightly, resting on his elbow so he could see Shikaku's face clearly. "Actually, there's something I need to tell you," he said, voice lowering. "Something that happened yesterday."
Shikaku's brow furrowed instantly, his focus sharpening.
Harry placed a calming hand against his chest before continuing. "There was an incident during the playdate. The children were playing hide and seek, and Shikamaru, he fell out of a tree."
He felt Shikaku's muscles go rigid beneath his palm.
"He's fine," Harry said quickly, rubbing soothing circles over his skin. "He's fine. You saw him last night, he's alright."
Harry's eyes softened. "When I reached him, he was hanging upside down by a vine that hadn't been there before. It was wrapped around his leg." He hesitated for a heartbeat and then pride crept into his tone. "He grew it himself, Shikaku. The blood adoption gave him earth manipulation. He has the Mokuton."
Shikaku relaxed slowly and said, almost offhandedly, "I know."
Harry blinked. "You know?" Propping himself on his elbow, he gaped down at the man. "How do you know? I only found out yesterday!"
Shikaku's mouth curved into a lazy smirk, eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned up just enough to press a kiss to Harry's forehead. "You are very talkative after a good orgasm," he murmured.
Harry froze, then felt heat flood his face. "I—what?"
"You told me last night," Shikaku went on, clearly enjoying himself. "Right before you fell asleep on me."
Harry groaned, dropping his face into his hands. "Oh," he mumbled through his fingers. Then, peeking out, he managed a crooked smile. "Well, it was an amazing orgasm."
The humour faded quickly, though, as Harry's gaze dropped to the sheets. "I'm worried," he admitted quietly. "If someone like Danzo ever found out about Shikamaru having this ability." His throat tightened. "What happened to Nawaki—" He stopped himself. "I don't even want to imagine what that man might do to our son."
Shikaku's expression darkened instantly. He lifted a hand, sliding it into Harry's hair and guiding him gently forward until their foreheads touched. "He won't," he said simply. "We won't let that happen. I'll kill him before I let you or any of our boys get hurt."
Harry's breath caught.
"I could do it," he whispered suddenly, eyes burning with something fierce. He pulled back just enough to look into Shikaku's eyes. "I could kill him. No one would ever know it was me."
For a long moment, Shikaku said nothing.
He looked like a man at war with himself.
Then he sighed heavily and said, "No."
Harry frowned. "Why not?"
"I won't risk it." Shikaku's voice was low but steady. "Danzo might look like a frail old man, but he's still a shinobi, one of the most dangerous ones in the village. And as incredible as your magic is," he said carefully, "it still leaves traces. I'm not risking anything that could lead back to you."
Harry let out a frustrated sigh and flopped back onto the pillow. "Then what can we do?"
Shikaku ran a hand over his face, thinking. "I'll meet with Fugaku," he said finally. "And bring Tsunade and Inoichi with me. It's time I shared everything I've found. Together, we make a case of treason and take it to the Hokage."
Harry's green eyes met his. "And if the Hokage doesn't listen?"
Shikaku's mouth twitched upward. "Then we take it to the Daimyo. And if that doesn't work…" His smirk turned dangerous. "Then we work in the shadows to take him out. The Nara are very good with shadows, after all."
Harry blinked, then laughed quietly despite himself.
"I love you, you know. I don't ever want to imagine a life where we have to keep fighting to protect our son, but I know you will." He murmured fondly, leaning in to press a kiss to Shikaku's lips.
Shikaku's hand came up to cradle his cheek, rough thumb brushing against soft skin. "I love you too," he said quietly. "I'd do anything to keep you all safe."
Harry's chest ached at the gentleness in those words.
"We should talk to Shikamaru," Shikaku continued, voice more composed now. "He needs to understand that he can't tell anyone about this. And…" he hesitated, "as much as I know you'll hate it, it's time to start his training."
Harry rolled his eyes and groaned dramatically. "I'd be a hypocrite if I denied it. I wasn't much older than him when I started my own. It's just the ninja part that bothers me." He mumbled the last bit under his breath.
Shikaku chuckled, reaching out to trace lazy circles on his arm. "He's a Nara," he said simply. "There's nothing to worry about."
Harry smiled faintly, turning his head so he could meet the man's gaze. "He's changed so much from when we were on the road," he said softly. "Back then he tried so hard to act like an adult. So responsible, trying to think of every bad scenario before it could happen. Even when he clung to me, he'd do it like he was ashamed to need comfort sometimes."
He sighed, a wistful look in his eyes. "Now that we're back in the village, he finally acts his age again. It's almost disconcerting to see it. I saw that childishness when he played with Fu and Gaara, but here, he seems shyer sometimes. And then the protective anger would come out again, it worries me."
Shikaku exhaled deeply. "I know," he said quietly. "Inoichi says he's readjusting his behaviour. The boy spent too long believing the clan had abandoned him. That kind of wound doesn't close easily. He reverts sometimes to the mindset he had when he was being isolated by that woman."
He practically spat the last two words.
A low, dangerous growl built in Harry's chest at the mention of her. "Should we be worried? Foes he need to speak to a mind healer?"
Shikaku reached up and stroked his hair. "Inoichi says to give him time. He's adjusting. Having friends his own age will help him heal, and he's not showing signs of regression beyond normal trauma response. Nara children are… mature for their years."
Harry nodded slowly, tension easing from his shoulders. "I just worry I'll do something wrong, and it will ruin things. I'm still learning how to be what they need."
Shikaku shifted, tilting Harry's chin up until their eyes met. "If there's one thing I don't worry about, it's you messing up our boys," he said firmly. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to them. To me. And I won't hear otherwise. Do you hear me, sweetheart?"
The endearment made Harry's heart flutter wildly. He swallowed hard, eyes misting over, and whispered, "I hear you."
Shikaku smiled faintly, brushing a kiss across his lips. "Good."
Then, with no warning, he rolled them both over, pinning Harry beneath him with a mischievous grin. "And since it's still early…" he murmured, voice dropping into that low rumble that always made Harry's stomach twist pleasantly, "we might as well take advantage of the quiet before the boys wake up. We've got a long day ahead."
Harry arched a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind?"
Shikaku smirked, his hands braced on either side of Harry's head as he leaned down until their noses brushed. "A thousand possibilities," he said teasingly. "Let's start with number one..."
~
Shikaku sighed heavily as the elder droned on.
The man's voice had that particular nasal whine that made his temples ache. He'd been speaking for nearly half an hour about lineage, tradition, and proper appearances, as though Shikaku hadn't heard the same tired speech every season for the past decade.
The subject, as always, came back to marriage.
"…and as the head of the Nara clan, it would be beneficial if you were to take a new matriarch. Someone to balance the household and bring stability. I daresay my granddaughter—"
Shikaku tuned him out for a moment, staring at the faint wisp of smoke curling from the incense burner in the corner. The smell was meant to calm the mind.
It wasn't working.
He dragged a hand through his hair, jaw tightening as the elder kept talking, oblivious to the growing irritation in the air.
The man's voice finally shifted tones. "It would only benefit young Shikamaru, you understand," he said earnestly. "To have a proper motherly influence in his life again."
That did it.
The slam of Shikaku's palm against the table echoed through the office, making the elder jolt, eyes wide in fright.
"Shikamaru," Shikaku said, his tone as cold as steel, "is none of your concern."
The room went deathly silent.
He leaned forward, shadows curling faintly across the floor from where his chakra stirred. "And as for a motherly influence," he continued, voice deceptively soft, "my son already has one. One that outshines any woman you or the other Elders could throw at me."
The elder's face went red, then blotchy. His lips twisted into a sneer. "Surely you can't mean that dragon rider! You'd compare that outsider—"
That was as far as he got.
A wave of killing intent rolled through the room. The elder froze mid-breath, sweat beading instantly on his forehead as Shikaku's chakra pressed against him.
"Watch your tongue," Shikaku said flatly. "My relationship with Ryūjin-sama is none of your concern. You will not speak of him with such disrespect in my presence again. Do I make myself clear?"
The elder swallowed hard, trembling. "Y–yes, Shikaku-sama. I understand."
"Good," Shikaku murmured, and just as quickly as it came, the oppressive energy vanished.
He leaned back in his chair and gestured lazily toward the door. "Leave."
The man scrambled to his feet, bowing hurriedly before sliding the door shut behind him with a nervous slam.
Shikaku let out another long sigh and tipped his head back, staring at the ceiling. "Troublesome old men," he muttered. "Can't keep their noses out of other people's business."
He probably should call for a clan meeting soon.
Too many of the elders were getting bold, whispering and scheming behind their fans. He would need to remind them that the Nara head was not a man to be trifled with.
But that could wait.
For now, he simply let the tension ease from his shoulders.
Arranged marriage. Again.
As though a piece of paper could fix whatever nonsense they imagined was broken in his family.
He snorted quietly.
Why would he ever put himself through another loveless arrangement when he already had what most ninja only dreamed of?
Hari was—he didn't even have a proper word for it.
Beautiful, yes, but not in the fragile way. He was strength and warmth and unrelenting compassion wrapped in a body that seemed far too mortal for the power it contained. He was mother to their children in every sense that mattered, fierce and gentle, protective to the bone.
More motherly instinct in his little finger than most of the women in the village.
A small, private smile tugged at Shikaku's mouth.
It wasn't a bad idea, really…getting married again.
He could almost picture it; him, Hari, and their boys splitting their time between the Ryūjin and Nara compounds. Mornings spent waking to the sound of laughter or wrapped around his beautiful love. Afternoons in the greenhouses, Hari's hands buried in soil while Shikamaru helped plant and grow herbs, Teddy toddling between them, giggling and calling out for his attention. Family days in the park. Evenings spent watching the dragons fly.
He chuckled softly to himself. He was getting ahead of things again. But Kami, these past weeks had been the happiest he could ever remember being.
Meddling elders and political threats aside, he wanted to make it official.
Especially since the other clan heads had begun to take notice.
At least he didn't have to worry about Tsume, she respected Hari's mateship with him and was far too amused by their situation to meddle.
But Fugaku… he narrowed his eyes.
That sly bastard was already pushing Shisui as a potential match for Hari. As if he didn't see right through it. Offering a beautiful, charming young man as bait for an alliance—classic Uchiha tactics.
Worst was that Hari didn't see it and actually liked the Uchiha brat.
He wasn't entirely sure about Shibi's intentions either. The stoic man seemed unusually receptive to Hari's company, something he thought would fade once the man's Kikaichu got used to his magic. Perhaps it was innocent, a rare friendship that the man was seeking out, or perhaps the Aburame was using his adorable son to worm his way closer.
Shikaku snorted.
No.
Still…
Even Inoichi had joined the chorus, singing praises about how much his little princess adored Hari, how wonderful and wise he was, and beautiful, of course.
Shikaku scowled faintly.
He'd have to add Inoichi to the watchlist.
Not that he truly worried.
He and Hari already shared a family, love.
Shared sons together.
Because blood or not, Teddy was his as much as Shikamaru. The little puppy had clawed his way straight into his heart and settled there.
A distant noise pulled him from his musings, shouts echoing outside the office.
Ah. Speaking of sons.
He straightened in his chair, a smirk tugging at his lips as he caught the sound of small feet skidding outside his office.
Then, a hesitant knock and a loud whisper. "Dad? Are you finished yet?"
"Come in," he called.
The door slid open, and there stood his bright-eyed fawn, hair already a wild mess despite the early hour.
"Hey kiddo," Shikaku said, holding out an arm.
Shikamaru grinned and ran forward, barrelling into his chest.
"Mo—Maashah left for the Keep already," Shikamaru mumbled against his vest, his voice full of mild indignation. "But he wouldn't take me with him."
Shikaku chuckled, rubbing the boy's back. "Your mother's got plenty to do today," he said. "He's getting ready for his godfather to move in this week."
Shikamaru pulled back, brows scrunching. "Grandpa's magic too," he complained. "So it shouldn't take that long."
Shikaku's mouth twitched.
Grandpa.
He never thought he'd hear that word applied to a man barely older than he was. Kami, it made him feel ancient, and vaguely perverted when he was reminded of just how young his lover was.
I really am a dirty old man…
He cleared his throat lightly. "Yes, well," he amended, "your mother's helping your grandpa with the big move. It's a lot of work to get him prepared for village life."
Shikamaru sighed like a man carrying the weight of the world. "Maashah said he's going flying today too," he muttered, lips turning down.
Shikaku looked to the ceiling for patience. "This is his free time, kiddo," he reminded gently. "He hasn't gone flying just for fun since we left the capital."
Another sigh. "Yeah… I guess Nox and the others were getting kinda moody," Shikamaru admitted reluctantly. "Even though we see them every day."
"Who are we to argue with the mighty Nox?" Shikaku deadpanned, earning a small giggle.
Before he could say more, the door slid open again. His mother entered, blue-haired terror number two in tow. Teddy wriggled furiously in her arms, babbling nonsense with fierce determination.
Shikaku blinked, swore he heard the baby say grandma, and promptly felt his heart melt into a puddle.
It melted further when Teddy spotted him and Shikamaru. The baby squealed with delight, wiggling harder until Saeko gave an exasperated sigh and let him down. Teddy took off at a wobbling sprint, his little legs a blur until he collided with Shikaku's shins, clutching his pant leg and trying to climb.
Laughing quietly, Shikaku bent down and scooped him up. "What are you doing here, little puppy?" he asked fondly. "I thought you were with Tilly today."
He sent his mother a questioning look.
Saeko sniffed, clearly unbothered. "If I'm free, why wouldn't I look after my both of my grandsons?" she said primly.
Teddy meanwhile was busily flickering through appearances, his hair shifting between a spiky Nara mess and Hari's glossy black waves, eyes flashing from dark brown to vivid green.
The sight always hit Shikaku harder than he expected.
And the longing always caught him off guard.
He shook it away quickly and focused on the present, listening as his sons chattered over each other.
To think how close he'd come to losing all of this months ago, it was enough to make his chest ache.
Determined not to drown in sentimentality, he stood, hefting both boys easily. He pressed a kiss to his mother's cheek in passing, earning a fond pat on the arm. Teddy, not to be outdone, immediately began slobbering wet kisses all over his and Shikamaru's faces with a cackle.
"Stop, Teddy!" Shikamaru laughed, wiping his cheek. "Why are you like this?"
"Cute little puppy," Shikaku teased, dropping a kiss onto Teddy's now pink hair.
He carried them outside to the gardens, passing Teddy into his mother's waiting arms despite the boy's tiny protests and outstretched fingers. "You need to stay with grandma for a moment, okay?" Shikaku told him with a chuckle, ignoring the indignant squeak.
Then he gestured for Shikamaru to sit across from him on the grass.
The Nara gardens stretched far beyond the main house, bordered by ancient trees and reinforced with seals for privacy, a perfect place for training, even if today's lesson wasn't purely physical.
"So," Shikaku began, lounging comfortably as Shikamaru settled cross-legged opposite him, "how was the playdate yesterday?"
His son's face went pink immediately. "It was a drag," he mumbled.
"Mm," Shikaku said blandly, hiding his grin. "Sounded like fun to me."
Shikamaru scowled, then broke into a flurry of words despite himself, telling him all about his new friends, the games, the arguments over who got to play princess, his hands moved animatedly as he spoke.
He made note, too, of how often Shibi's son came up. The smitten little smile that tugged at Shikamaru's lips every time he mentioned the quiet boy didn't escape him.
Adorable.
A protective little fawn, just like Hari had said.
When his son finally ran out of breath, Shikaku tilted his head. "I was told that something else happened during that game of hide and seek," he said lightly.
Shikamaru ducked his head, muttering, "Maashah already told me not to climb trees without you guys. I don't need to be told off again."
Shikaku chuckled. "That's not what I meant," he said, eyes glinting with amusement. "Though remind me to teach you how to climb properly later."
Shikamaru peeked up through his lashes. "You mean the Mokuton?"
He nodded.
The boy hesitated, fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt. "Does—Does it make me less of a Nara?" he asked quietly. "Because I haven't used shadows yet."
For a moment, Shikaku just looked at him, then he frowned. "Why would using your mother's gift make you less of a Nara?" he asked. "It just means you've got more training do."
A tiny smile fought its way onto Shikamaru's lips before he ducked his head and muttered, "Troublesome…"
"Uh-huh," Shikaku said dryly. "It's a good thing your new blood gave you more energy because you're going to need it."
Shikamaru hesitated again. "Do I really have to hide it?" he asked softly.
"It's best to be underestimated," he explained gently. "The fewer people who know about what you can do, the better. Surprise is a weapon in itself, Shikamaru. The more people think you're ordinary, the longer you stay safe."
Shikamaru tilted his head, thoughtful. "But Maashah showed everyone the dragons," he said, brow furrowing. "He said it was to show how strong he was. Wouldn't it be better to hide them too?"
From where she sat with Teddy, Saeko snorted softly.
"His situation is different," he said with a small smile. "He came from another land, with no clan to protect him or back him up. No stories to make people think twice about crossing him. He had to prove his strength, to make anyone who might threaten him, Teddy, and you hesitate."
He reached out, tapping his son lightly on the forehead. "Those dragons? They're his deterrent. The Daimyo bends over backwards for him because no one wants to risk seeing a dragon flying over their village in revenge. And he knows your mother would protect his sons, has already done so more than once."
His son nodded seriously. "Maashah said he'd protect Prince Shinji because they were friends," he offered. "But I think Asuma could protect him fine. Even if he's annoying."
Shikaku's eye twitched. He remembered all too well Asuma's infuriating flirtations, and Shikamaru's loud, innocent proclamations that the man might make a good mate for Hari according to Nox.
Over his dead body.
Shikaku told himself that Asuma wasn't a threat, and logically, he knew it was true.
Still, anyone who looked at Hari with lust in their eyes automatically made his blood run cold. Which, regrettably, meant over half the village by now.
He couldn't even blame them.
Hari was… well, Hari.
Beautiful, magnetic, and utterly oblivious to the way people stared at him sometimes. The only saving grace was that his love had no tolerance for unwanted attention, if anyone ever did try something, they'd quickly find themselves short a few limbs.
Or, knowing Hari, he'd smile sweetly while magicking their balls off.
The mental image made him smirk.
But that was a thought for another time.
He'd brought Shikamaru out here for a reason.
"Now," Shikaku said, straightening slightly, "I thought we could spend the rest of the day learning about our clan jutsu."
Shikamaru perked up immediately, his earlier uncertainty replaced by wide-eyed excitement.
"Your mother told me how well you did when learning with Fu about chakra," Shikaku continued, a note of pride sneaking into his voice. "I want to see where you're at, and then we'll move on from there. It's time you connect with the shadows, kid."
Shikamaru's grin was all teeth. "Okada taught us a lot! He was gonna show us how to walk on walls before we left!"
Shikaku chuckled. "That so? Guess we'll have to test that out next." He reached over and pulled his son into a loose headlock, rubbing his knuckles into the boy's hair. "But first, show me everything you've learned. Then we'll teach your mother, huh?"
Shikamaru snorted and swatted at him, laughing even as he wriggled free. "I'll show you, Dad! You'll see!"
"That's the spirit," Shikaku said, ruffling his hair once more before releasing him fully. He leaned back, settling in to watch, but caught the way Shikamaru hesitated.
"Hey Dad, why do you call Maashah my mother?"
That caught Shikaku off guard. He blinked, tilting his head down. "Isn't that what Maashah means in your secret language?" he asked, brow arching.
Shikamaru nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful, almost uncertain.
"Regardless of gender," Shikaku continued gently, "Hari is your mother. It's the position he chose in your life and in Teddy's. That's what matters." He hesitated, watching his son's small hands twist nervously in his shirt. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"
Shikamaru's head shot up so fast it almost hit him in the chin. "No!" he blurted out, cheeks puffing. Then softer, almost embarrassed, he added, "I just… Sasuke asked me yesterday why I didn't call him Mom."
Ah. So that was it.
Shikaku felt the tension ease from his shoulders. "Do you want to call him 'Mom'?" he asked.
Shikamaru bit his lip, then nodded, hiding his face against his father's chest as though the confession was something to be ashamed of.
"Do you think it would make him angry?" he mumbled.
A laugh rumbled low in Shikaku's chest. "I think," he said, amusement and affection mingling in his tone, "that it would make your mother very happy if you called him what feels right to you. No shame in it, kiddo."
He really believed that.
There weren't many men in the world who could so easily and openly embrace a maternal role the way Hari did. Even fewer could do it with that kind of selfless devotion. The man hadn't hesitated for a second when it came to nurturing both their boys, he'd just stepped into the space they needed and filled it completely, without ego or hesitation.
It was one of the many reasons he loved him.
Shikamaru peeked up at him, hope flickering in those dark eyes. "You really think so?"
"I know so," Shikaku said firmly.
The boy's hesitation vanished, replaced with a wide grin that made him look every bit his age again. "Then we should start learning!" he declared. "That way I can show mom everything I learned today!"
He threw his head back and laughed at his son's sudden enthusiasm.
"And the sooner we start," he said, reaching out to poke Shikamaru's nose, "the sooner we can all take a nap."
That earned another giggle.
Shikaku rose to his feet and offered a hand, Shikamaru grasped it without hesitation.
"Alright," Shikaku said, crouching down to eye level. "Show me your chakra flow first, and then you can show me everything you've learnt so far."
Shikamaru beamed. "Then we can nap?"
Shikaku grinned. "Then we can nap."
~
Harry laughed happily as Nox dived sharply.
He spread his arms wide, welcoming the rush of cold air as it whipped through his hair and stung his cheeks.
The freedom of flight was something that never dulled, no matter how many years passed.
"Mother!" Nox's voice hissed, equal parts delight and mischief. "Shall I make the water dance? You said I always look majestic when I dance!"
Harry grinned, holding onto the smooth curve of her horns. He'd forgone the saddle this morning, his legs braced along the ridges of her neck, his body moving with every powerful beat of her wings.
"Then dance, my little terror," he called out, laughter bubbling through his words. "Show everyone how majestic you are!"
Nox roared her approval and dipped low, skimming the surface of the lake until her wingtips brushed the water. With a sharp, gleeful snap of her wings she sent a towering spiral of water shooting upward, coiling like a serpent as she twisted midair.
Harry cheered, exhilarated by the display. "That's it! Beautiful, Nox!"
She flared her wings wide, and the spiral of water followed, swirling around her in a glittering dance before she flicked her tail and sent the torrent splashing harmlessly toward Lyra's mischievous hatchlings below.
"Ha! Take that, annoying pests!" Nox crowed.
Harry's laughter was near breathless now, his eyes watering from the wind. "Play nice!" he scolded lightly, though his grin betrayed any real seriousness.
They'd been flying for hours. Lyra had long since returned to her nest, complaining about her aching wings, while Altair had corralled Rigel into fishing duty down at the far end of the lake. Even from here, Harry could feel their contentment through their bond, the steady hum of peace that threaded between them all.
"Time for rest, my love," he hissed softly.
Nox let out an exaggerated grumble but banked obediently toward the lake's edge.
"You tire too easily these days, Mother," she complained aloud as they neared the shore.
"Are you calling me a fragile two-legs?" Harry teased, earning an indignant hiss.
Nox landed with a thunderous beat of wings, the ground trembling beneath her. Not far off, Sirius and Barty sat comfortably at a table beside the water, tea steaming in porcelain cups as if this were a perfectly normal afternoon.
Harry swung himself easily off Nox's back and used a brief current of air to glide down the last few feet, landing lightly in the grass. Nox immediately lowered her head toward him, crooning affectionately.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her snout and scratching at the ridge between her horns. "I enjoyed that, love. You outdid yourself today."
Nox gave a rumbling purr, pressing her snout into his chest like a spoiled child, making him stumble.
"You're not a hatchling anymore, darling," he chided fondly.
"I will always be mother's hatchling," she huffed. Then she sniffed him, nostrils flaring. "You smell strange."
Harry blinked and huffed in mock offense. "You don't smell like flowers yourself, you know."
Nox puffed up indignantly. "The little elves bathed us two days ago! They said my scales shine brighter than gems! Am I not the prettiest?"
Harry chuckled, patting her cheek. "The most beautiful dragon I've ever seen," he said sincerely.
That pleased her immensely, she preened and nudged him once more, before bounding off toward the lake where Altair and the others lounged.
Harry shook his head, smile still tugging at his lips. She might have grown into a terrifying beast, but some things never changed.
He made his way over to Sirius and Barty, eyeing the full tea setup with raised brows. "Did you really make the elves drag a whole table and afternoon tea here?" he accused, pointing at the delicate china and the perfectly laid-out picnic.
Barty sniffed, lifting his saucer delicately. "Of course not. We're wizards. We conjured the table."
Sirius barked out a laugh. "The elves did bring the food though! You looked like you were having fun up there, pup!"
Harry accepted the offered cup from Barty with a murmur of thanks and sank into one of the chairs. "It's been too long since I've had proper one-on-one time with them," he admitted. "Especially without having to keep two rambunctious little boys from climbing their tails."
Sirius grinned, looking utterly delighted.
Harry smirked, sipping his tea. "Teddy somehow convinced Shikamaru that he needed Rigel with him last week, just by chanting his name and roaring. I caught Maru trying to sneak him into the house."
Sirius threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Ha! That's my grandpup! Merlin, I can't wait to see them again!"
Barty rolled his eyes and muttered, "You're going to cause chaos before you even get through the village gates."
Harry snorted, glancing at him. "Think he's ready?" he asked slyly.
Sirius straightened, mock-offended. "Of course I'm ready!"
Barty sighed dramatically. "He's a surprisingly fast learner. His language comprehension is adequate, though he should wear the translation earring until he's fully fluent."
Sirius grinned at Harry, eyes bright with anticipation.
Harry softened. "Your room's ready whenever you are," he said gently.
That was all the encouragement Sirius needed. With an excited shout, he leapt from his chair, grabbed Harry, and spun him around in a fierce hug. "Finally! I have so much time to make up for! I'm going to have so much fun with the pups, and I'll finally meet Maru's dad!"
Harry froze mid-laugh, realisation dawning. "Ah," he squeaked. "Right."
There was no escaping it.
His godfather was going to meet Shikaku.
Oh Merlin.
He could already imagine the stories Sirius might share, the ones that should never be told to a potential spouse.
A groan escaped him as he buried his face in his hands. "Maybe I should move into the Nara compound permanently," he muttered. "Never let them meet."
Barty snorted. "You'd last a day before he tracks you down."
He grumbled, conceding the point. "You're probably right. It wouldn't be fair to leave Tsunade and Shizune alone with him anyway."
"Oi!" Sirius protested.
Harry waved a hand dismissively. "Go pack whatever you want and call Tilly to send it ahead. We'll make a proper entrance through the gates in a few hours. The Hokage already knows you're coming to live in the village at some point anyway."
Sirius was gone before he finished speaking, vanishing with a crack.
Barty snickered behind his cup.
Harry turned his gaze on him, studying the man closely. "You look so much better now," he said softly. "How are you feeling?"
Barty stiffened slightly, uncomfortable under scrutiny. "Better than I've felt in years," he said briskly. "The elves make sure I eat and take my nutrient potions properly, and you've already mended any lingering injuries yourself. Stop fussing."
Harry frowned. "I do worry, Barty. I don't like thinking of you alone here once Sirius leaves."
Barty lifted his chin. "I'm not alone," he protested. "I have Ignotus, and Salazar, and the others."
Harry gave a long-suffering sigh. "Portraits are not people, and you know it. The elves are kind, but they defer too much to you to really talk to you. That isn't the same as having company."
The other man crossed his arms, defensive. "You pop in all the time. I talk to Grimbok too about the estate."
"That's not enough," Harry said gently. "Move to Konoha. You can travel to the Keep anytime you like through the gateway, but you'll actually have people around you. Friends. Family."
Barty's tongue flicked out, before he spoke again, voice quieter. "Is that a direct order from my liege lord?"
Harry's expression softened. "You may be my steward," he said firmly. "But you're more than that, Barty. You're family now. And family sticks together."
Barty's eyes widened. He looked down quickly, the tips of his ears pinkening, as though the concept itself startled him. "...What would I even do out there?" he asked, his voice uncertain.
Harry smiled, encouragingly. "Whatever you want. You'll still have your duties here, but that doesn't mean you have to stay trapped in the Keep. The boys miss you, Shikamaru still sulks that he has no one to challenge him at board games aside from his dad."
That earned a faint twitch of a smile from Barty. He bit his lip, then smirked. "As the only steward of your house, it is my duty to ensure all courtship rites are properly followed for my lord. It would only be fitting that I chaperone you and any suitors."
Harry barked a laugh. "A bit late for that, don't you think? Though if you want to act as a buffer between Shikaku and Sirius, I won't stop you."
Barty's smirk widened. "The mutt will likely embarrass himself if I'm not there to keep him in line."
"True enough," Harry conceded, still laughing. He leaned forward slightly, eyes bright. "So… does that mean you'll come live in with us?"
Barty sighed, long-suffering but resigned. "Yes. I will." He hesitated. "Will I have to share quarters with everyone?"
Harry didn't answer right away. Instead, he stood and crossed the short distance between them, pulling Barty into a quick, firm hug. The man went stiff as a board at first, but Harry didn't let go.
"You can live in the main house if you want," Harry offered. "Or take one of the smaller houses near the clan library. We've set them both up for you."
Barty blinked at him, visibly thrown. Then, slowly, he smiled. "The library could probably use some work," he admitted. "Perhaps I could take charge of it?"
Harry grinned. "From one Ravenclaw to another, I think it could definitely use a bookworm's touch."
Barty gave a small, self-conscious flick of his tongue, then turned toward the Keep. "I'll have to go pack."
Then he was gone with a pop of displaced air.
Harry stood there for a long moment, before he grinned to himself.
Shikaku, their boys, Sirius, Barty, everyone he loved gathered together in one place.
He couldn't have imagined the chaos that they would bring.
~
The Hokage was not amused.
Harry hadn't expected him to be.
He'd only stopped by the tower to let the man know that two additional Ryūjin clan members had arrived to take up residence in Konoha.
He only brought them here as a courtesy, nothing more.
Still, the Hokage had glared at him over his pipe, muttering about "short notice" and "the paperwork" while Harry kept his expression perfectly polite and said nothing more than was necessary.
They didn't linger for any interrogation.
As they left the tower, he could practically feel the curiosity of the of everyone taking notice of the two extra foreigners in their village.
Harry pretended not to notice their mutterings, he was more than used to it by now.
It only cemented the story they'd been building, that the Ryūjin clan hailed from far across the sea, mysterious bloodlines and all.
He led his small entourage down the busy streets of Konoha, gesturing lightly as they went.
"That was the Hokage Tower, where I was just scolded," he said dryly, making Sirius snort.
"That mountain's the evacuation site for emergencies." He pointed next to a broad street lined with official buildings. "That's where Shikaku works, and that one there's the Police Force headquarters. Try not to get arrested so soon, Sirius." He said, making Barty cover up a snort.
Sirius gave a dramatic salute. "Avoid trouble for at least a week, got it."
Harry shot him a look over his shoulder.
He turned back toward the path ahead. "Over there," he continued, "is one of the better food stalls. And down that way are the markets, just before the residential district."
As they passed a large group of civilians, Harry felt Barty tense beside him. The man's hand twitching toward his sleeve, where Harry knew his wand was concealed. His shoulders tensed, tongue flicking out every now and then in that nervous habit of his.
Harry slowed, subtly pressing Barty between himself and Sirius. "It's alright," he murmured low enough for only him to hear. "The staring will stop after a while. They're just curious. If anyone gets too forward, feel free to punch them. Otherwise, just keep it to wandless or wordless spells for now, alright?"
Barty's shoulders eased slightly. He gave a curt nod, fingers still brushing his sleeve, but his expression was more composed.
"That's my little deathmuncher," Sirius muttered, clapping him lightly on the back and earning a murderous glare.
Harry guided them toward the familiar gates of his compound.
From there, he pointed towards the training ground.
"That's the direction of the Nara compound," he explained. "We can cut across the training ground if it's not in use, but we usually walk around it. Though, you might have to wait to be let into their compound unless you get a free invitation."
Sirius was already perking up like a hound catching scent. "Let's go now!" he said brightly, half-turning as if to sprint towards it.
Harry caught him by the back of his coat. "You can see them after you get settled," he said firmly. "The boys will be home later for dinner."
Sirius grinned unrepentantly. "Spoilsport."
"Parent," Harry corrected.
Thankfully, Barty had no patience for Sirius's antics. He grabbed the man by the arm and steered him forward like an exasperated babysitter, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "idiotic Gryffindors."
Harry keyed both men into the wards.
Sirius let out a low whistle. "This place is huge," he said, turning in a slow circle. "You've got your own little village here!"
Barty nodded grudgingly, though his eyes were already roving over the scattered houses, the manicured gardens, and the newly decorated library.
"Functional," he said approvingly. "And efficiently warded, I approve."
Harry led them along the stone path, sending Sirius off to the main house, before pausing at a small two-bedroom house.
"This one's yours, Barty," he said, gesturing toward it.
The man blinked, hesitant, then stepped inside. His sharp eyes took in every detail. the rich dark wood, the clean lines of the furniture, the accents of Ravenclaw blue.
But what caught him off guard were the smaller touches.
The drawings pinned to the fridge, bright splashes of colour and handprints labelled Teddy. A shogi board set neatly on the table beside several other board games. A bookcase full of carefully copied books, some rare tomes Harry had duplicated from his private collection, knowing Barty would devour them within a week.
Barty's breath caught, just slightly.
Harry smiled at him. "Shikamaru helped me decorate," he said. "He wanted to make sure you'd have things to do if you got bored. And those—" he nodded toward the drawings "—the boys wanted you to have those too."
Barty was silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was rougher than usual. "I… see."
"You can change anything you don't like," Harry said. "Ask the elves for different furniture if you want. I want you to feel at home, make this your home."
Barty nodded once, clearing his throat. "It's adequate," he said stiffly, but there was a faint sheen in his eyes that betrayed him.
Harry reached out, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat. "Dinner's at six. You're welcome to join us, or call for an elf if you'd rather rest. No pressure."
Barty gave a short nod, eyes fixed on the messy drawings on the fridge. "Thank you," he murmured, before rushing into one of the other rooms to unpack.
Harry left him to it, closing the door quietly behind him.
Sirius, predictably, had already made himself at home.
He'd thrown his coat over a chair and was wandering through his room, muttering enthusiastic commentary. "Oh, this is brilliant! Pup, you've outdone yourself, look at these windows! Look at this bed! You could fit three people in it!"
Harry groaned. "Please don't."
His godfather grinned unrepentantly. "Where are the drawings I was promised?"
"On your desk," Harry said, rubbing his temples. "You've only just moved in, and you're already making a mess."
Sirius grinned wider, but Harry caught the way his expression softened when he found the little paintings, tiny smudges of colour signed with clumsy letters.
"Beautiful," Sirius murmured. "Proper artists, both of them." Cooing over the tiny baby handprints on the paper.
Harry smiled faintly, though nerves twisted low in his stomach.
Today would be Sirius's first dinner with Shikaku.
Best to keep him occupied.
He summoned Tilly, hiding a grin when she glared at Sirius' coat that had half slipped off the chair and onto the floor.
"Tilly, can you make dinner for everyone tonight please?" he asked. "Something special, I think."
Her eyes went wide with delight. "Master Harry is finally letting the elves do's their job!" she squeaked.
Harry huffed, crossing his arms. "Only for now. Don't get used to it."
Tilly's grin was far too smug. "Master Harry will learn!" Then she vanished with a soft pop.
Harry rubbed at his face and muttered to himself, "This is going to be chaos. Sirius, I'll be back before dinner with everyone." He said, getting a distracted wave as the man began emptying his trunks and directing everything to where he wanted.
A moment later, he apparated into Shikaku's bedroom.
Not hearing any noise, and wasn't that suspicious, he stretched his magic outward, searching for the familiar signatures.
The garden.
Following the pull, he stepped through the open doors and stopped short, his lips curving into a soft, helpless smile.
Under an old tree, Shikaku lay sprawled on a blanket, one arm curled protectively atop Teddy, who was drooling happily against his chest. Shikamaru was curled up against his side, his small hand clutching his father's shirt.
Harry's heart melted at the sight.
He also couldn't help the snort that escaped him. "So much for training," he whispered to himself.
Kneeling beside them, he brushed Shikamaru's messy hair away from his face, smiling at the way his nose twitched in his sleep. His hand drifted to Shikaku's that was resting protectively on Teddy's back and covered it gently with his own.
The subtle movement made Shikaku tense instantly. His eyes snapped open, sharp and alert, before softening the moment he saw Harry.
"Hey," Harry whispered.
"Mm." Shikaku's deep voice was thick with sleep. "'ri."
Harry chuckled quietly, smoothing his thumb along the man's knuckles.
He flicked a quick tempus charm, still a couple of hours until dinner. Perfect. With a wave of his hand, he cast a soft cushioning charm beneath the blanket, then conjured a larger one and draped it over them.
Sliding down, he settled against Shikaku's free side, resting his head on the man's shoulder.
Shikaku stirred, mumbling something incoherent before pressing a sleep-heavy kiss into his hair.
Within minutes, his eyelids grew heavy.
~
He woke to the sound of soft giggles.
Whispered laughter, the rustling of fabric, and a deep voice.
"Leave your mother to sleep, puppy," Shikaku's low murmur said.
Too late for that, Harry thought dryly.
A small hand patted clumsily against his cheek—once, twice—before another followed. Two tiny palms pressed eagerly against his face, pulling at his cheeks.
He cracked one eye open.
Teddy's chubby little face hovered inches from his own, curls a soft pink and green-brown eyes full of mischief.
Harry smirked.
Then he moved.
In one swift motion, he grabbed Teddy's chubby hand and pretended to eat it, complete with loud growls and exaggerated chewing sounds.
The squeal that followed was loud enough to wake the dead.
"Maamaaas!" Teddy shrieked, half giggle, half protest, kicking his legs as Harry nibbled noisily at his fingers.
Shikaku made an overly dramatic gasp. "Poor puppy! The hungry beast has awoken!" he declared, voice dripping with mock horror. "Quick, Shikamaru, save your brother before he's devoured whole!"
Shikamaru, who had been trying valiantly not to laugh, instantly broke into helpless giggles. "Run, Teddy! Run!"
Teddy squealed louder as Shikaku swooped down, scooping him effortlessly into the air and away from Harry's grasp. "There!" Shikaku said proudly, holding the toddler aloft. "The puppy is saved from the hungry monster!"
"Traitor," Harry said, grinning despite himself.
Shikamaru, still snickering, took Teddy carefully into his arms. "Don't worry, dad, I'll protect him!"
"Oh, I see," Harry said, rolling onto his back and propping himself on one elbow. "A full-blown mutiny then."
He didn't get a reply. Both boys were giggling their way across the garden toward Saeko, who stood near the porch with an amused grin.
Harry looked up at the shadow that suddenly fell over him. Shikaku loomed above, arms folded, pretending to glare down in solemn disappointment.
"Hungry, are we?" he drawled.
Harry grinned wickedly, tilting his head. "Famished."
He gnashed his teeth playfully, baring his canines in a grin that would've looked dangerous if not for the twinkle in his eyes. "I am indeed a very hungry, hungry beast."
Shikaku's lips twitched. "Mm. Dangerous, now that I can believe." He bent down and captured Harry's mouth in a brief, teasing kiss, pulling back just enough to murmur against his lips, "Still hungry?"
Harry hummed, lips brushing his again. "Starving," he murmured, voice a low purr. "Might need one more."
Shikaku chuckled and obliged, leaning in again. This time the kiss lingered, pressing a bit harder than the last.
Harry broke the kiss, laughing against Shikaku's mouth.
"Speaking of hungry…" he said when he could breathe again, eyes still shining with amusement. "I was hoping you'd join us for dinner tonight at mine."
Shikaku's brows drew together instantly, suspicion flashing in his brown eyes. "I always join you for dinner" he said, studying him. "What's so different about this dinner?"
Harry winced slightly, suddenly finding the grass very interesting. "Ah… well. Sirius moved in a little earlier than planned."
Shikaku stilled, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and dread. "Earlier?"
"I managed to convince Barty to come with him too. I honestly thought it'd take another month before he agreed." Harry added quickly.
The silence stretched.
Harry peeked up.
Shikaku's expression was faintly panicked. The idea of meeting both Sirius and Barty in the same night was clearly not his idea of a peaceful evening.
He cleared his throat. "Should I be expecting an interrogation?"
Harry snorted softly. "No more than usual," he assured. "Though if Sirius starts prying, don't be afraid to tell him to shut it."
Shikaku raised an eyebrow. "That won't win him over."
"I have faith in you," Harry said cheerfully. Then, softer, "He just wants me to be happy. And he adores the boys. The fact that you're Shikamaru's father already puts you miles ahead in his book."
That earned him a rough sigh. Shikaku dropped his head onto Harry's chest, his hair tickling his neck. "I thought I'd have more time," he muttered, words muffled.
Harry laughed quietly and brushed his fingers through the dark strands. "If it helps, I'm nervous too."
"Doesn't."
"Didn't think so."
After a moment, Shikaku groaned and pushed himself up, tugging Harry along with him. "Come on then. If I'm meeting your godfather, I might need some help from my mother."
Harry followed, trying not to grin too widely.
Inside, he barely had time to straighten before a tiny missile in the form of Teddy came hurtling toward his legs.
"Gotcha!" Harry laughed, catching the baby mid-toddle. He swung him up and pressed a loud, dramatic mwah to his belly, pretending to nibble at his sides until Teddy was a squealing, wriggling mess of laughter.
When he finally released Teddy, he bent and scooped Shikamaru into an armful next, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "So," he said, "you ready to see your grandpa tonight?"
Shikamaru's eyes went wide, excitement instantly lighting up his face. "Really? Grandpa's coming?"
Harry laughed softly at his enthusiasm. "He is," he said, ruffling his son's already-messy hair. "And you can tell him everything you've learned this week."
"I learned so much today!" Shikamaru said earnestly.
Harry arched a brow. "Really? Because from where I was standing, it looked an awful lot like the three of you took a very long nap."
Shikamaru gasped, patting down his hair where Harry had ruffled it. "Moooom! Stop it!" he whined.
Harry blinked, caught off guard for half a heartbeat. Then warmth flooded through him. He hadn't missed the near-slips lately, the hesitations between Maashah and something else, but hearing the word spoken outright...
He smiled, cupping the boy's cheek. "Alright, alright. Go grab your hairbrush, and I'll help you tie it up before dinner."
Shikamaru scampered off.
He didn't notice the grins that passed between Shikaku and Shikamaru.
Turning, he found Saeko watching him expectantly, amusement sparkling in her eyes. "We're having dinner at mine tonight," he said, smoothing his shirt. "Sirius and Barty are officially moving into the compound, and I thought it'd be a good time for everyone to meet."
Saeko's smile brightened immediately. "Of course," she said with far too much enthusiasm. "Will Tsunade be joining us as well?"
Harry hesitated. The gleam in her eyes made his stomach twist with sudden apprehension. "Yes," he said slowly. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason," Saeko replied, far too innocently.
Harry groaned softly.
Merlin help me.
~
The moment the front doors opened, Shikamaru barrelled forward. "Grandpa!" he shouted, throwing himself into Sirius's waiting arms.
Sirius caught him easily, spinning him around in a delighted whirl. "There's my grandpup! Look at you, taller already! Did you miss me?"
Shikamaru nodded eagerly, his little hands clutching Sirius's jacket.
Teddy, not to be left behind, toddled determinedly across the floor, babbling happily until Sirius crouched and scooped him up too. "And you," he said, smothering the baby's cheeks in kisses, "you're even cuter than I remembered!"
The boys squealed with laughter, hugging him back, and for a moment all of Harry's anxiety melted away.
He exhaled softly, feeling Shikaku's hand slip into his own.
Then Sirius looked up, still grinning, and froze.
His gaze landed squarely on Shikaku. Or rather, on Shikaku and Harry's linked hands.
There was a beat of silence.
Then—
"Pup," Sirius squeaked, eyes comically wide. "He's as old as I am!"
Harry felt Shikaku's fingers tighten around his.
"Actually," Harry said sweetly, "he's five years younger than you."
"Thirty-two," Sirius said faintly, as if the number itself was a personal attack.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, and I'm very happy with our relationship. Age has never been an issue, and I'm a legal adult."
Then, just to drive the point home, he added with a mischievous smirk, "Besides, we already have a son together. You wouldn't want to break up our sweet family, would you?"
Sirius's mouth fell open. "You—he—what—"
The splutter was glorious. Harry bit his lip hard to hold back his laughter, watching as Sirius's expression shifted from shock to betrayal to reluctant amusement.
Finally, with a bark of laughter, he turned to Saeko, ever the gentleman when cornered, and took her hand with exaggerated flourish. "Well then, it's a pleasure to meet my godson's future mother-in-law," he declared.
Harry groaned, feeling his face heat instantly. "Sirius."
Saeko laughed behind her hand, clearly charmed.
Turning back, Sirius straightened and extended a hand toward Shikaku. "It's… nice to finally meet the man my godson's been all gooey-eyed over," he said, his grin impish but sincere.
Harry wanted to melt into the floor.
Shikaku, to his credit, didn't tease him.
He took the offered hand firmly, and Harry noted with amusement, returned Sirius's attempted squeeze with a harder one of his own.
Sirius's grin twitched as his knuckles audibly cracked.
"The pleasure's mine," Shikaku said smoothly, eyes glinting. "Hari's told us a lot about you."
That seemed to placate Sirius, who immediately brightened again. "Well then! Enough introductions, let's eat!"
Sirius marched toward the dining table, barking orders at the elves like he owned the place.
"Plates on the left, drinks on the right, oh, and bring the good wine!"
From the kitchen came Tsunade's bellow. "You touch that bottle, mutt, and I'll knock you through the wall!"
Sirius froze mid-step, grinning sheepishly. "Yes, ma'am."
Harry couldn't help it, he laughed quietly, leaning slightly into Shikaku's side.
"Still want to be with me after meeting my godfather?" he murmured.
Shikaku's only answer was to catch his chin and kiss him thoroughly.
The room faded away for a moment, the warmth of Shikaku's mouth, the faint taste of tea and spice, the solid strength of his hand at the back of his neck. The kiss deepened briefly before Shikaku pulled back, his voice low and certain.
"Nothing could make me leave," he said. "You're stuck with me now."
Harry's chest tightened, a smile blooming slow and soft across his face.
Then, ever the imp, he added lightly, "You haven't met Barty yet. He was talking about acting as a chaperone for us, to make sure we follow proper courtship traditions. We might have to follow through…"
Shikaku blinked. "...What?"
Harry leaned up, pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, and began walking toward the dining room, his grin absolutely wicked.
"Tell me you're joking," Shikaku called after him, half-alarmed.