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      Explicit
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  Fandom:
      Naruto, Boruto:_Naruto_Next_Generations
  Relationship:
      Ootsutsuki_Asura/Ootsutsuki_Indra, Uzumaki_Naruto/Ootsutsuki_Indra,
      Others_to_be_added
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      Ootsutsuki_Asura, Ootsutsuki_Indra, Uzumaki_Naruto
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      Mother-Son_Relationship, Parent/Child_Incest, Brother/Brother_Incest,
      Cuntboy, Yaoi, Mpreg, Adult_Content, Indra_loves_his_son_a_little_too
      much, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Angst_and_Tragedy, Drama_&
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      Published: 2017-12-21 Updated: 2018-01-04 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3892
****** The Love Of Son and Moon ******
by SilverMoonOfSephiroth
Summary
     After planning a vacation to India to visit their father, Ashura and
     Indra encounter tragedy, how will Indra cope with his son, Naruto,
     asking more questions than he can answer? How will Indra cope with
     his son getting ever closer.... closer than a son should?
Notes
     This is a giftfic for Niyochara, forevermedhok on DA go check her out
     she rules. Thanks for requesting this!! I will update it asap!
     ENJOY!!
***** I Will Always Love You *****
Chapter Summary
     mera pyaar- my love
Packing was never an easy feat, something Indra was slowly learning over the
few vacations he and his lover had taken. It was a bright and sunny evening on
a weekday, that Ashura, Indra's forever smiling and over happy younger brother
as well as his husband of several years, they'd married in secret, in another
country on one such vacation. It was a day like today that Ashura had decided
to plan a trip to their homeland in India. He smiled to himself as he recalled
their conversation. Ashura was nearly bouncing with happiness as he scooped
Indra up into his arms and shouted he'd booked them plane tickets to see their
father in the village of their birth, Poorvajon Kee Bhoomi, or The Land Of
Ancestors. His smile dwindled somewhat after that, he thought of all that would
transpire, if their father learned of what was happening between they two.
 
Indra didn't have long to dwell on his thoughts as Ashura burst into the room.
"Bulbul! Our plane leaves at 16:00! it's 14:05 right now, need help packing?"
When his elder brother made no move to speak or even recognize that the shorter
haired male was there, Ashura sat down beside him on the floor. Indra was
packing a suitcase filled with not just his clothing, but smaller clothing he'd
bought from the store the morning before. "Indra....you ok?", hearing Ashura
finally he quickly slammed the case shut, zipping it up. Ashura couldn't know,
he couldn't tell him, not right now, not with their father's stern expression
burning itself into his head before he even saw it.
 
The older brother smiled bitterly at his love, "What are we going to tell
father? I forgot to buy the Pai Sho board for his birthday and I said I
would...", was all he said, finding himself distracted as he stood up and
walked into the kitchen. Ashura frowned, watching his wife fumble with a
smaller bag Ashura had set on the table, filled with their hygiene items.
 
Ashura didn't speak, he merely held Indra close and kissed his neck. "I'll see
about getting him one once we get to Poorvajon Kee Bhoomi, alright?" Ashura's
voice grew lower, heavier, as he whispered into his Indra's ear, lightly biting
it. "Alright? mera Pyaar...."
"Oh, Ashura...." was the moaned response....
 
They barely caught the plane after that, Ashura choosing to pin his elder
against the wall in the bathroom as they showered.
 
Once in the air things were fine, Ashura squeezed Indra's hand as the flight
carried on.
 
Hours later, the armrest was lifted up and Indra was tucked into his husband's
side, eyes closed in sleep.
 
Yet another few hours later, is when things began to go wrong. The captain
spoke over the intercom, "Attention passengers! We are experiencing turbulence
at an alarming rate! Please strap  yourselves in and follow our emergency
procedures!!" 
 
Indra's eyes widened as the plane began to shake, Ashura looked at him, hugging
him tight before strapping them both in with both seatbelts. "Ashura..." He
began, but his brother wasn't looking at him, he instead was looking at the
wind beat at the wing outside the plane. Indra raised a hand to his stomach,
nearly in tears, "Ashura look at me!" he was desperate to quell the fear that
rose like bile in his stmoach.
 
The younger of the two turned to look at his beloved, kissing him deeply. "I
love you so much.....and yes I know, I knew you were pregnant the morning I
heard you throwing up in the bathroom. I just didn't say anything because I
knew you wanted to tell me, possibly hope it was a surprise."  the flight
attendants were rushing back and forth, even as the plane began to dip forward.
 
Ashura's grip on Indra only tightened, he spoke again, his brother who was in
too much shock to speak. "I don't know, what's going to happen, bulbul.... but
promise me you'll take care of yourself, and our son? I just, kinda get the
feeling it's gonna be a son...", the way Ashura was speaking was terrifying
Indra. Even Ashura's normally heart melting goofy grin was making him fearful.
 
The way Ashura was speaking and the determination on his face as he slipped out
of the seatbelts, securing them both around Indra, even putting a pillow around
his belly so the baby wouldn't be squished. The tender smile on his face before
he did this, the way he leaned down and kissed Indra's barely noticeable baby
bump....it was scaring the older of the two in a way he never thought possible.
"I love you too Ashura priy....why...why did you get up?" Indra's voice had
grown choked as he already knew the fire in his brother's eyes meant one thing,
he was going to do something reckless.
 "Ashura... Ashura, my brother, my love sit back down... please...please..." he
spoke these words even as they caught inside the sob in his throat.
Recklessly brave, Ashura smiled warmly, kissing Indra as if it was the final
time he would be able to do so, mouth sealing over his, tongue ravishing his
lover's mouth with all the passion in the known and unknown universe that
fueled the eternal love he held in his heart. "I will always love you....", the
younger of the two heard the alarms going off, he could hear the screams of the
people, the men trying to calm their wives, mothers, and sisters down, the
babies bawling at the tops of their lungs, the children wailing in terror...He
could hear it all.
 
Pulling away from the soul-searing kiss, Ashura then took a second to look down
at his own family. His beloved and the baby that was growing within him....he
would do whatever it took to protect them, no matter if the cost was his life.
Standing upright, Ashura was dressed in a black wife beater underneath a green
t-shirt, he had blue skinny jeans on with a pair of comfortable green and white
sneakers hiding grey socks. He admired his brother's light orange ruffled
blouse, the fabric thin and airy, the ruffles running from the neck to the
chest and hung out over his hands on the sleeves in a delicate swirling
pattern. His brother was wearing a black pleated skirt that reached the ankles,
and a pair of orange high heels. Ashura smiled sadly, reaching into his back
pocket to pull out a box, it was small, hand-sized. "Happy anniversary
bulbul....I love you."
 
Before Indra could reply, Ashura had made his choice. He helped as many people
as he could get back to their seats and calmed everyone down with his soothing
tone of authority. Once he'd done that, he headed to the cockpit, nearly having
to rip the door off the hinges in order to get inside, he found his suspicions
correct. The pilot was dead, a shard of glass was sticking out of his neck, as
blood flooded down his chest. The glass the captain had been holding had
exploded, why he was holding a glass cup as the plane was nose-diving, Ashura
didn't understand, nor did he care. He kicked the dead man out of the chair and
stared at the controls. He glanced over at the co-captain, the man had freaked
out so badly he ended up dying from a heart attack. Paying it no mind he
focused on what was important, saving Indra and their unborn baby! He'd
attended flight school for a few years as a hobby, it was nothing special but
he enjoyed learning new things. He took the controls in hand and began to try
to pull the plane up. Radioing anyone who would listen, he sent out a distress
call, even as the plane went sailing into the sand of an island they were
crashing toward. He'd managed to pull the plane enough to slow the force of the
impact on the cabin, but in doing so, he realized and accepted the fact that
the cockpit would take the most damage. Closing his eyes, even as the tears
that spilled from them fell, he took the intercom mic into his by now bloody
hand and made a final announcement from the cockpit. "Indra....name our son,
Naruto. I love you both more than anything else...."
 
The plane crashed a second later, Ashura dying on impact, but in his final
moments he smiled, knowing that his family was safe.
 
When the orange slide came down from the plane, and the whole plane, minus the
pilot, copilot, and Ashura, stepped out onto the beach, Indra fell to his
knees, the front of the Rasengan was totally destroyed...
 
His scream was the silent one, only swirling around inside his head and his
heart, his very soul. Until it plunged forward into the world with the shrill
cry of a shattered heart. Clutching his stomach he was helped by a few of the
others into the tents the flight attendants had set up. It would be a few more
months before his baby, his Naruto, was due, he'd do as he promised Ashura, no
matter what it took.
 
Months later, the stars seemed to dim, Indra's eyes glazed over for the
briefest of seconds before he placed a hand over his now large, rounded, seven-
month pregnant belly. Hair loose and flowing over his shoulders and down his
back., he tucked his bare feet under himself, he was sitting on an old ragged
brown couch. They'd been rescued a few months later, Indra watched as
newspapers and tv shows and magazines hailed his husband a hero, the hero who
saved all 789 passengers onboard, not including himself or the captains. Indra
was staring blankly at the tv, curled up in one of Ashura's shirts, it was way
too big for him, hanging off one shoulder it was big enough to cover his lower
regions as it fell all the way to his knees. It was green with a pink frog in
the middle, he smiled, burying his nose in it to smell the scent of his love.
It was huge because his brother was built like a professional football player,
whereas Indra was more a ballerina in body size. He frowned as he recalled
Ashura joking about that once, calling him 'mera sunder bailer raajakumaaree'
or 'my pretty ballerina princess'  chuckling sadly he rubbed his stomach. He
had arrived in Poorvajon Kee Bhoomi after a few days of the accident, he'd been
here, in his father's house for 7 months now. Ashura's body and his belongings
had been sent to India and were in Indra's care. He had prepared Ashura's body,
oiled it and prayed over it, his heart tight and swollen with agony laced grief
the entire time. The funeral was a slow one, and it hurt just as much as
everything else. But, he remembered Ashura's last words to him and their son,
who was currently kicking his kidneys. He found comfort, knowing that his
brother had made the choice to give up his life in order to protect them, it
hurt, gods above it hurt more every day, but he understood and he respected his
beloved even more for it. Still, it didn't stop his tears when he was alone at
night, it didn't stop his sadness from overcoming him during press interviews
and the endless pursuit of finding out more about the 'wife of the people's
hero'.
 
It was the day he moved into his own home, the home that he and his brother had
been fixing up for months before everything had happened, that his water broke.
He was standing in a room that was painted orange and black, the Ootsutsuki
clan symbol emblazoned on the ceiling, right above... a crib. This room had
always been locked, but when Indra had looked inside the box Ashura had given
him, he found the engagement ring his lover had never been able to afford,
instead of getting him a cheaply made one from a small store that pitied the
emptiness of his bank account. The ring was a silver band, with a fox made of
what looked like polished wood, embracing a tengu with hair strikingly similar
to Indra's inside of the largest ruby money could buy. The engraving on the
inside said,
 
To my Indra princess, eternally yours, your loving prince, Ashura.
 
Indra nearly bawled at the writing, but underneath that, was a key, with a
small note attached that read,
 
I'm so happy Indra! I'm going to be a father! I'll give you this key when I
know you know I know about the baby!!!
 
He could have laughed at that if Ashura was there to laugh alongside him. He
looked at the nursery, it was fully stocked, with a changing table, fresh
newborn diapers of every size, a little mobile of small foxes, trees and crows
dangled over the sun and moon themed crib. The Ootsutsuki clan symbol was
embroidered on the baby blanket, the baby clothes, the baby pillow and just
about everywhere else, the name, Otsutsuki Naruto was also engraved on the
front of the crib. "He... already had this planned," Indra whispered this,
picking up the baby name book he saw sitting in the rocking chair near the
window. Words like 'if it's a boy, Naruto' and 'if it's a girl........Naruto!'
was scribbled on some of the pages, along with picture doodles of things he'd
eaten that day, Asura and Indra holding hands with a baby in the aforementioned
crib beside their cutely drawn selves. He smiled at the chibi artwork, he set
the book down and went to shower. In the shower, however, his water broke...
 
His friends, Minato and Kushina, who lived down the street from him, moving to
India was something they'd always wanted and had finally done, had rushed him
to the nearest hospital.
 
The labor was long and grueling, but not even 30 minutes in, the press was
outside his hospital room. He screamed at them to leave, he would later find
out that a few celebrities had been on that flight and that was another reason
he had become famous overnight. It left a bitter and angry taste in his mouth,
but he accepted it.
 
He just wanted his son in his arms and to leave the hospital as quickly as he
could....
 
Life is never that easy, however.
 
TBC...
 
***** Tears Of The Moon *****
Chapter Summary
     Indra's labor is disturbed by unwanted guests and unwanted questions.
He didn't know why he had been destined to be treated so harshly by this world.
As his eyes slid from the television that was blasting some random music he
couldn't care less about, he froze at the knock on the door. It had been a few
hours since his last contraction, he frowned at his luck, rubbing his stomach
as if to reassure Naruto that his passage into this world would be as alright
as he could make it. The knocks were soon replaced by faces, faces he did not
want to see, not right now.  As the door creaked open, a long black haired man
with sickly features, dressed in a black business suit with a snake skin tie
and dress shoes, was followed by a silver haired man, glasses perched on his
nose he was wearing a dark grey hoodie, grey pants, the edge of a white shirt
resting on the waist band of the pants. His look was completed by dirty white
sneakers, following close in the last place was a brown haired man.  This man
was also wearing glasses, but he was wearing a white lab coat over his white
suit, black tie and black shoes. The black haired man spoke after looking at
the Rolex he sported on his left arm. "Greetings Indra...my most favorite
employee in all the world.." They all smiled at him then.
Indra visibly tightened but relaxed just enough to wrap the blanket he was
under tighter around himself. "What do you want? Orochimaru? I joined The
Underground Lair inc as a test subject in order to afford to pay for my half of
something far more important than your petty ideals. You performed your tests
with those trial drugs, I got paid after the horrific side effects wore off.
That was the extent of our interaction. I didn't intend to see you or them
again. Why are you here?" His voice was like liquid nitrogen after bare skin
was exposed to it for a week straight. His eyes narrowed dangerously while
Orochimaru, his companions Kabuto and Katasuke, took seats near the laboring
Indra. 
 
Orochimaru grinned wider than normal, "You became an overnight celebrity 7
months ago Indra, they hail you 'Wife of the People's Hero' You never told me
you'd gotten married...what a shame, I would have loved to see you at such a
wedding, did you wear something pretty? Hmmm? You're not as, feminine as you
look at a distance, was your dress tailor made? Speaking of, isn't Ashura the
name of your twin brother?" Orochimaru leaned closer, smile never fading.
 
Indra pulled back as a contraction hit, he stared blankly at the other man.
Once the pain passed he growled, "I have nothing to say to you about any of
that as it is not your business, Orochimaru." He practically spat with as much
malice as he could muster in his current condition. "What I asked was, why are
you here? How did you find out about....?"
 
He was cut off, Orochimaru moving ever closer to his face, "I know about your
pregnancy, you'd just left my clinic after all, for some unrelated issue with
your eyes. The nurse informed me of what was going on." The black haired man
reached out to touch Indra's face. Indra yanked his head away, anger searing
through him, he didn't know that this man owned all the clinics in the city. 
 
"I went to the one across town, I had thought it safe from you."  He knew
coming back to India for his check ups had been risky, but he didn't trust the
doctors in the other country not to ask questions.
 
Orochimaru shook his head, kissing the side of a disgusted and repulsed Indra's
face. "Oh please don't be such a diva, I am the personal doctor to the mayor of
this city. Now... as such, if you don't word getting out that you fucked your
own brother in order to produce this child, you will agree to a series of long
lasting dates with me, permanently." He whispered this into a shocked
brunette's ear, licking and biting at the lobe before he  pulled away from
Indra.
 
Almost instantly, Indra's hand shot up to slap him, but his eyes went wide at
the other man's declaration. He had no clue Orochimaru had moved to this area
just stalk Indra. He cringed at the thoughts the snake looking man was holding
in, but the threat to his yet unborn Naruto. Another contraction, soon more and
more came. Getting the hint that talking would be fruitless right now. He and
the others left quickly as the doctors came in.
 
Indra was screaming in agony as he pushed the doctors away and leaned forward
to gather his still slippery, bloody wet newborn against his naked chest.
Cleaning up Indra whispered, even as tears began to drip down his cheeks.
 
The baby grasped his finger and he gave a bitter sweet smile.
 
"Welcome to the world, my little Naruto."
 
He couldn't help but think that things would be alright, even as Orochimaru's
head researcher, Katasuke, watched from the crack in the delivery room door.
When the doctors left the room however, he was gone.
 
Indra slept with his baby against his chest, eyes slowly closing as he dreamed
of a place safe from the perils of the world in which he could protect all he
had left.
TBC.
***** An Angel's Son *****
A small hand reached up to grab Indra's finger, he looked down at the slowly
opening blue eyes of his son. Kissing his face, sitting up in bed, he looked up
at the morning sun, rising through the window. Thoughts of Ashura filled his
mind, he held his newborn close to his heart. The door to his hospital opened
and his friends, Minato and Kurama stepped inside. Kurama was a long red haired
man, twin of Kushina. His eyes found the Otsutsuki and his child resting and he
placed a hand on Minato's shoulder. The blond smiled and walked over.
 
"He's so cute! He kinda looks like me to be honest", Minato joked, Indra smiled
and shook his head, looking at Kurama who had come over as well.
 
"He looks like no one but him, you silly man. Now, what have you two come for
aside from congraulating me?"
Minato perked up, "I came to inform you, that my wife has given birth about 2
minutes before you did! isn't that great? Our sons can grow up together."
 
Indra raised an eyebrow and looked at the blond man as he leaned over to smile
at the baby. "What is your son's name?" he asked quietly, he just wished they
would leave. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see them or that they had to
come to visit him, but he wanted the private time with his son, to think and
imagine Ashura alongside him.
"Boruto! we decided to go with Kushina's family name, so he's Uzumaki Boruto,
isn't that great?"
 
Minato's smile was wide, Indra couldn't help but smile just a bit himself.
 
 
Needless to say, the years passed, Naruto was now 15 years old, he often spent
his time with Boruto or Boruto's little sister Karin. Kurama had settled down
himself, he and his wife, Utakata, had three sons of their own, Yahiko, Preta
and Nagato. Though Yahiko started calling himself, 'Pain' after his girlfriend,
Konan was caught cheating on him with another boy.
Indra spent his time raising his son in the comfort of their home. Naruto
attached himself to his mother like glue. When Indra went to wash the dishes or
do the laundry, Naruto was right beside him. When he settled into a bath, his
son was taking his off his clothing to join him. The mother had no problem with
this and infact encouraged it. He wanted to keep his son as close as he
possibly could.
 
One such night he was laying in bed, Naruto's arm wrapped securely around him.
The boy looked up at his mother, leaning up to kiss the corners of his mouth.
Indra opened an eye to look at him, but the teenager had already settled back
down, face pressing into the slender male's budding chest. Kissing his son's
hair, Indra hummed a song to him in hindiand the boy fell asleep, mind drifing
off as he held tight to his mother. Tomorrow Indra had to meet with the press
about some things he would rather not discuss, but it was a needed venture. He
would be bringing Naruto along and on the way, he would finally tell him the
true full story of who his father was and what had happened to him that fateful
flight.
 
Little did Indra know, life was going to go down hill after that moment, and he
would be holding his son tighter with each passing day...
 
TBC
 
 
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