Original Sin

I... am SO tired. I'll answer the reviews to the second chapter tomorrow. Right now I just wanna get this out and go to bed. *waves*
Later!

Shiruy

Warnings: Sasuke-bashing, I guess. Can't stand that guy.

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"Okay, later."

Naruto was abruptly brought out of his daydream as two members of his team turned and jumped up into the trees, leaving the little clearing they met in. "Ehhh?" with a surprised expression he turned to Sasuke. "Where are they going?"

The other teen stared at him with a dubious expression from where he was standing leaned against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest. For a fleeting moment Naruto wondered if his teammate was aware that he looked like he was perpetually pouting.

"You idiot, didn't you listen to a single word Kakashi said just now? He's teaching Sakura a Doton Jutsu, and we're supposed to train," the brunet explained in a derisive tone, once again annoyed that someone who was such a well-known figure in the village could be so stupid.

"Hey! I'm not an idiot, bastard! And I was distracted because of something that happened this morning, so it's not my fault!"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he spoke. "Oh, of course it's not your fault. How could you ever be responsible for yourself? How very stupid of me to assume so."

A light flush rose into Naruto's cheeks as he clenched his hands in anger, he hated how the other always thought he was so much better, just because he came from a famous clan while the blond's and his father's origins weren't even known. Minato had been a war orphan that just turned up one day.

"Just shut up, or I'll kick your ass!"

"Oh please, as if you could."

A smirk hushed over the whiskered face. "It can't be too difficult, considering your father still thinks you need remedial training."

Immediately, the blond knew he had hit the right button as Sasuke pushed off the tree and stalked towards him, flushing angrily. "It's not remedial training, just an extra tutor to help me with my sharingan! But what do you know about it, you've got no bloodline anyway!"

"Yeah, and I don't need one either! I can kick your ass just fine like this!"

"Pff, we'll see."

And they were on.

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Kiba whistled as he strolled down the path towards Team 7's usual training ground, Akamaru rustling around in the scrub somewhere to his right. He had gotten his mother's permission to throw a party at their compound, and after informing his team he had now set out to inform the rest of the guys around his age. He had already invited tons of other people, but as usual Team 7 had to be complicated and hide out in their training ground, so now he was strolling through the forest towards the clearing from which he could already hear the sounds of battle... or what passed for it.

"You goddamn BASTARD!"

Dull thuds of shuriken hitting wood. The sound of flesh striking flesh.

"Ouch! Fuck, are you stupid?!"

Metal striking metal, then the ripping of cloth.

"Shit! I liked that shirt!"

"Oh come on, you've got like ten exactly identical ones at home!"

An explosion, followed by fluent and quite imaginative cursing.

"Stop running away and let me punch you!"

Silence for a few long seconds, then the feeling of a lot of chakra being used combined with the rumbling of moving earth.

A short scream followed by another ripping of cloth.

Kiba grinned and stopped at the edge of the clearing, where a rather dishevelled Sasuke had just gotten stuck up to his knees in viscous mud stickier than flypaper. Naruto looked a little signed, with his right sleeve covered in sooty black smudges, but he was grinning wildly, and he had a second scrap of the brunet's shirt clenched victoriously in his fist.

The blond was just opening his mouth, most likely to gloat, but Kiba decided that now was a good time to interrupt. Once they started fighting again it would take forever for him to get their attention.

"Hey!"

Two heads swiveled around, but while Sasuke's glower darkened even more, Naruto grinned sunnily.

"Kiba, hey! What'cha doing here?"

The dog nin had to suppress a snicker as the Uchiha used the distraction to start to free himself, while the blond was totally oblivious. Kiba decided to play along. "I'm throwing a party this Saturday, just about everyone is invited."

If possible, Naruto's grin became even brighter. "Seriously? Cool! I'll tell Sakura-chan later, ne?"

"Yeah, do that. And bring some snacks or something, okay? I don't want to pay for everything."

"Got it." The blond started to turn to his teammate/friend/rival - whatever fit at the moment. "Hey Sas-UAH!"

Kiba laughed out loud, Akamaru yipping at his side in amusement, as the oh so dignified Uchiha tackled Naruto and the two went down in a tangle of limbs and swears. The two rolled all over the clearing, biting, screaming and generally brawling like two drunk civilians, and Kiba nearly started crying with laughter when all shinobi grace was lost as Sasuke sunk his teeth into the blond's forearm and got clonked over the head for it. Seriously, these two were two of the most prestigious ninja this village had to offer? At his side, Akamaru snorted and shook his head.

Naruto growled as the other refused to let go of his arm, a part of him that still felt somewhat foreign screaming at him to bite back, scratch the weaklings eyes out, go for the neck... He rolled them over so that he was straddling Sasuke's waist and wrenched his arm away, reaching back to plant his fist in the Uchiha's pretty face, but before he could do so the positions were changed again and he landed hard in the dirt, the other trying to hold him down. For a moment he was honestly tempted to go along with what his instincts were telling him to do, just lean up and sink his teeth into the other's throat, but then he got himself under control and stopped the motion he had already started.

Unfortunately, the distraction was enough for Sasuke to get his hands on the blond's wrists and now Naruto found himself pinned to the forest floor, unable to get free because of the leverage the other had. They stared at each other, blue eyes filled with rage and dislike, bordering just a little bit on loathing, and brown, nearly black eyes gleaming triumphantly, wanting to rub his superiority in. At the edge of the clearing, Kiba was still laughing.

"You snuck up on me. I lost. Happy now?" the blond growled, trying to wrench his wrists free.

The dark-haired teen grinned smugly and tightened his hold on the other's arms. "Very. Now who's the best here, hm?"

Naruto snarled and bucked his hips, trying to get the other off. God, sometimes he hated his friend. He had long since learned that Sasuke had an inferiority complex the size of the Hokage Monument because of his brother, but that didn't make it any more justifiable that the bastard had to spend ten minutes gloating every time he beat the blond - or anyone, really. Naruto knew that he tended to gloat too, every now and then, but this was just ridiculous.

Meanwhile, Kiba had leaned against a tree, watching the scene with amusement. And was it just him, or...? "Hey, do you two know that you look like you're fucking?" The dog nin's smirk grew as two heads snapped around to face him, their expressions an identical mix of confusion and revulsion.

"Gods, do you live in the gutter or something?!" Naruto exclaimed, his face screwed up with disgust. "This looks nothing like sex!" Except where it did a little, the blond's mind disagreed. His father had held him down in nearly the exact same position yesterday, hadn't he? He flushed as he remembered what it felt like to have Minato above him, the weight of the other man on top of him, feeling skin against skin...

"Haha, you're blushing!"

Naruto became abruptly aware of Kiba pointing at him and laughing his ass off while Sasuke was staring down at him dumbfoundedly, obviously having recognized the shimmer of lust that had entered sky blue eyes. Embarrassed, the blond flushed even darker, and with a sudden surge of energy he threw the other off and scrambled to his feet.

"Shut up, Kiba! And I'm not blushing!" He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to get rid of the heat, but it was a fairly fruitless endeavor. The dog nin just continued laughing while Sasuke got to his feet, too.

Damn, he really had had enough. With an annoyed growl, Naruto started to stomp off into the direction Sakura and Kakashi had vanished to, mumbling to himself, "What an idiot."

Behind him, Kiba kept snickering.

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Naruto trudged home, a disgruntled frown on his face. Today really hadn't been the best of days, no matter how great it had started. Why did Sasuke have to be such an asshole? Sometimes he thought they were finally getting along, becoming a dependable team that could take higher-ranked missions, and then BAM! Mister Best-Uchiha-Since-Itachi-And-So-Much-Better-Than-You-Peasant was back and it was all Naruto could do not to break that arrogant bastard's pretty little face.

He absently waved as a few villagers greeted him, a brief smile flitting over his lips. He had grown up relatively isolated, away from the eyes of the village and always surrounded by Anbu guards, and while he would have liked to have some playmates, he also understood his father's reasons for doing it like this. There had been countless kidnapping and murder attempts on him, and had he grown up like any other boy, it would have only been a question of time before something happened. This way, he may have been horrible at dealing with kids his own age back when he finally officially became a genin, but he also got the benefits of being trained by Anbu, starting from a very young age.

He knew he was overqualified for his current rank - Chuunin - but Minato adamantly refused to promote him outside of exams, and in order to pass the biannual Chuunin exams they had needed teamwork... something that Team 7 sorely lacked. Still, in the last exam they had finally gotten into the third round and he had been able to show just what he was capable of, and had been promoted, in contrast to Sasuke and Sakura. He had the feeling that the Uchiha was still holding that against him.

His stomach growled as he strolled past a bakery, complaining because it had gone unsatisfied all day. He had only gone after Sakura and Kakashi to tell her about the party - and to get away from a certain stick-up-his-ass-bastard - but of course he had been suckered into training as soon as his teacher caught a glimpse of him. Not that that was a bad thing, training and learning new techniques was practically what he lived for! But it would still have been nice if he could have gotten some lunch first...

He was just contemplating the merits of grabbing some ramen for himself and his dad at Ichiraku's and eating at the office, when out of nowhere a chakra source revealed itself not even a meter to his left. His body was moving before his mind even knew what was happening, one hand going for his kunai and the other for the whistle that would summon an Anbu team to his location. He was stopped dead in his tracks, however, as a hand clamped down around his wrist and he found himself staring into familiar blood red eyes.

A beat of silence, then: "Holy shit, Itachi! Don't surprise me like that!"

The nineteen-year old Anbu captain bowed in apology, though he didn't let go of the blond's wrist. "I'm sorry, Naruto-sama. Are you on your way home?"

The blond teen grimaced at the honorific, but told himself that he should be happy with what he could get. It had taken him forever to get the Anbu to call him by his first name. "Yeah, just got finished with training. Are you off duty? Or why are you here?"

"I was on my way home, too, and couldn't help but notice you." The older of the two smirked a little and raised an eyebrow as the blond's stomach growled again. "Hungry?"

"Hey, it's not my fault," Naruto whined. "I didn't have any lunch today! Or breakfast, now that I think about it..." Though he wouldn't have traded what had happened this morning just for a little food, even if he could.

"I could buy you some dango," the offer came in Itachi's usual, quiet voice and the blond blinked in surprise, before a bright smile lit up his face. Sasuke's brother could be so nice sometimes!

"Seriously?! Thanks!"

The Uchiha smiled slightly, and Naruto suddenly became aware of the thumb rubbing circles over his wrist, just before the other finally let go and turned around, starting off in the direction of a dango stall down the street. For a moment the blond remained still, staring between his hand and the retreating back of the older teen in consternation, but then he shrugged and followed the other. Free food!

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It was late evening, and Naruto was lazing about on the couch, waiting for his father to come home. Dinner was already on the table, slowly getting cold, and from his vantage point the teen was impatiently staring at the door. He knew that Minato had to make up for all the paperwork he had skipped out on the day before, but usually the man at least managed to get home for supper, no matter how much he had to do.

He played with the hem of his t-shirt, twisting it this way and that between his fingers, and gnawed on his lip. He knew that it was stupid and irrational, but still... after not having seen his father all day, he was just a little nervous. What if the older blond had changed his mind, after having so much time to think about it? Naruto hadn't exactly given him the time to voice any doubts that morning. So what if he decided that a relationship between them was just too dangerous? The teen didn't think that he could bear going back to being strictly platonic, after everything they had done.

Unfortunately, these worries weren't even the only thing weighting him down. His own body was driving him mad, too. It was like... a buzzing under his skin. He was filled with a nervous energy and the steadily growing urge to get up and search for Minato, and once he found him latch on and never let go again, no matter what anyone said. He knew that this came most likely from the instincts he had inherited, just like his improved senses or healing factor, but it was still hard not to jump up and do what his body wanted him to.

He sighed and rolled off the couch, allowing himself to land on his stomach on the floor, where he remained unmovingly. He wanted Minato to come home...

Seconds ticked by and he grew annoyed again, drumming his fingers on the wooden floor and ignoring the scratches his sharp nails left behind. Then he whined and buried his head in his arms, taking a deep breath and blinking back frustrated tears. He hated feeling so unbalanced, like he wasn't in control of his own body, but he didn't know what to do about it either. He really needed to talk to his father. Like, right this moment. Why wasn't he home already?

He perked up as he caught the faint crunching of gravel outside their house, and jumped to his feet as he heard the typical clinking sound Minato's keys made when he got them out of his pocket. His mind was telling him that it was just a little bit pathetic, the way he was behaving like a puppy waiting for its master to come home, but that didn't stop him in the slightest as he ran for the door. Only when he heard the key being turned in the lock did he stop, unsure what to do. He teetered back and forth on his toes, impatiently waiting for Minato to go ahead and open the door, and the three seconds it took the man to do so felt like an eternity.

The moment Naruto saw the other he wanted nothing more than to jump him, but his worries from before caught up with him and he stopped short, freezing as he met his father's surprised gaze. The older blond raised an eyebrow in confusion as his son did nothing but stand there with an array of conflicting emotions painted all over his face, anxiety the most obvious of them all, and wondered just what had happened now. He broke the stalemate when he took a step forward, closed the door behind himself and asked, "Naruto?"

For a moment the teen looked to be fighting with himself, but then Minato could practically see the mental 'Aw, what the hell', and a second later he was tackled by an orange and yellow blur. He stumbled back until his back hit the door and blinked in surprise, but closed his arms around his son to return the hug nonetheless. "Naruto?"

But the smaller blond didn't answer, too busy taking in deep breaths of that reassuring scent that was all Minato. He nuzzled into the older's shirt and sneaked his arms under the other's coat so that he could hug him better. The tension inside him was finally relaxing, now that his father was here, and was replaced by a warm, bubbly happiness spreading through him, making a silly grin break out over his face.

Minato smiled as he let his son cuddle into him, the closeness cheering him up after a stressful day at the office. Still, he needed to know what was going on. He smoothed his hands up the teen's back from where they had been resting on the younger one's hips, and over his shoulders so that he could rest them on whiskered cheeks, gently forcing Naruto to look up and meet the older blond's gaze.

"Hey," he smiled warmly and smoothed his thumbs over the soft skin, following the scar-like whiskers over and over. "Everything alright?"

The teen nodded and averted his eyes, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Minato's smile widened, thinking just how adorable his son was being. "You sure?"

Naruto nodded again, but this time his eyes flickered to his father's mouth and his blush darkened. The older blond's eyes followed the motion as the teen's tongue darted out and moistened his lips.

"Uhm... Can-- can I..." For a split second sky blue eyes darted up and met their mirror image, before hastily being averted again, and starting to intently study the coat rack.

Minato knew what his son was asking and grinned a little, unable to resist teasing the younger blond. "Can you what?"

The elder felt the hands at his waist clench, bunching up his shirt, then Naruto looked up and stubbornly met his father's eyes, despite the dark red blush on his face. "Can I kiss you?"

The smile on the older one's face became gentle, the affection in his gaze obvious, and he nodded even as he leaned down, meeting the teen, who had gone up on his tiptoes, halfway in a chaste kiss. Naruto sighed happily and let his eyes flutter closed, his blush slowly abating as he relaxed into his father's arms. He trailed his hands up the other's chest and interlaced his fingers behind the taller one's neck, using his hold as leverage to push himself flush against his father.

Minato smiled against his son's lips and rested his right hand at the back of the teen's head, while his left one slipped under the other's shirt and settled at the small of his back, rubbing small circles over smooth skin. He jumped a little as he felt Naruto's tongue flick over his lips, surprised by this forwardness when the younger blond was so shy just seconds before, but he willingly opened his mouth anyway, meeting the other's tongue halfway in a sensuous caress.

Naruto finally relaxed fully as his father's taste hit him, the nagging voice at the back of his mind falling silent as all his worries were proved meaningless. He made a little sound at the back of his throat, more a mewl than anything else, as Minato took control of the kiss, sucking on the teen's tongue in a way that made the latter's toes curl and knees weak, before invading the younger blond's mouth, seemingly intent on exploring even the last little corner.

He moaned shakily and tilted his head to the side to give his father more access, more than happy to let the other do as he pleased. He still couldn't believe how amazing something as simple as a kiss felt, how the sensation of the other's tongue twining around his own could send his head spinning and make his legs feel like they would give out under him any second now. He tightened his grip and nudged his leg between the older blond's legs, eager to give some of the pleasure he was receiving back. A thrill of excitement tingled through his body and made heat pool in his stomach as he got a breathy sigh, bordering on a moan, for his efforts.

Minato wondered where this was going, quite aware of the arousal slowly but surely getting a hold of him, though that didn't make him want to stop any time soon. Maybe this whole relationship thing with his son was dangerous, stupid, and easily capable of destroying both their lives here in Konoha, but still, getting home and back to Naruto was all he had been able to think about that day. Now that he had given up on his denial, it seemed his attraction, in addition to the feelings that were already there, grew at a startling pace, and if he hadn't been so overwhelmingly happy every second he spent with the teen, he probably would have been more than slightly disturbed.

He let his hands trail down until they both rested on his son's bottom, then used his hold to lift the younger blond up a little and, following the other's lead, slid his leg between Naruto's thighs, eliciting first a surprised gasp, then an appreciative groan. They slowly separated, but only a few inches, barely enough to rest their foreheads against the other's, and gazed into each other's eyes, one pair of dazed blues mirroring the other.

Minato smiled and carefully let himself sink to the floor, so that the teen ended up on his lap, straddling his thigh. The younger blond returned the smile and, unable to resist the temptation, placed another kiss on his father's lips, before resting his head on the older one's shoulder, contentedly nuzzling his face against the other's neck.

Laughing lightly because of the tickling sensation, Minato playfully blew into his son's ear, making the teen start in surprise and eliciting a sound that is best described as an 'eep'. Chuckling under his breath and ignoring the other's pout, the man encircled his son's back with his arms and drew him closer again, muttering quietly, "I missed you."

He knew it was a little cheesy, but the way Naruto stilled for a moment, before leaning back a bit and beaming at his father, made it completely worth it. The teen often smiled, but Minato had noticed that lately, more often than not, his heart wasn't really in it, his eyes remaining blank or slightly annoyed, while his face laughed. He wondered when this development had started, when his son had first felt the need to hide himself behind such a cheerful mask. He remembered that even just one year ago, the young ninja had still been wearing his heart on his sleeve, openly grinning at the world.

Naruto cocked his head to the side as out of nowhere and for no apparent reason, Minato's gaze turned somber and contemplative, a frown settling over his father's features. It was a fairly normal occurrence for the older blond's mind to wander off all of a sudden, but that didn't mean that it wasn't annoying. With an exasperated roll of his eyes, he poked the other's shoulder. "Dad?"

The man visibly flinched as his thoughts were interrupted, and his startled gaze focused on his son. "Sorry, what?"

Naruto frowned a little and pouted, put out that his father could forget him so completely even while he was right there on his lap. Minato cringed as he saw the other's expression.

"I'm sorry, I just..." he trailed off, trying to form his train of thought into an explanation, but before he could open his mouth again the younger one replied.

"Wait, let me guess: A weird thought hijacked your brain and then ran off with it, right?" The older blond smiled sheepishly and Naruto rolled his eyes again. "Seriously, sometimes I wonder how you became Hokage if you have the attention span of a gnat."

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" Minato protested, an affronted expression settling on his features, but the teen only crossed his arms and snorted in disbelief.

"Dad, a minute ago we were practically making out, and the next thing I know you've completely spaced out on me. Really makes me feel important, you know."

Seeing where the younger on was coming from, his father let his head hang contritely. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to let my thoughts run away with me like that, you just reminded me of something, and, well..."

Naruto sighed exaggeratedly and shook his head, but considering the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips, it was obvious that he wasn't really mad. "You're horrible. Come on, let's eat."

The teen gave his father a peck on the cheek, then stood up and helped the other up as well. Minato quirked and eyebrow in puzzlement. "I'm forgiven that easily?"

The younger grinned mischievously as he answered, walking backwards towards the kitchen. "Dad, right now I'm so high on happiness that I'd forgive you just about anything. Now hurry up, the food's already cold, but that's no reason to let it go spoiled."

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After their meal Minato was doing the dishes, while his son sat at the table, his head pillowed on his crossed arms and quite content to remain just like that, his eyes following his father's every move. He knew that his nearly obsessive need to know exactly where the other was came from his inherited instincts, but he followed the urge gladly, seeing no harm in doing so. Besides, it made him happy and satisfied him in a way not much else could these days.

The older blond was aware of the close scrutiny he was under, and wondered what had brought in on. The teen was also completely silent, something else that was rather unusual, and it reminded him of the other's weird behaviour at the door, as well as its likely source. With a frown he quickly dried his hands and turned around. "Can I look at your seal when I'm done here? I want to check if everything is alright."

Naruto blinked as his father's question interrupted him in his absentminded staring, a little surprised by how much time had passed without him noticing. "Uh, yeah. Sure."

"Great. Just lay down on the couch, I'll be done here in a minute."

The younger blond nodded and got up, pulling off his shirt and letting it drop on the floor while ambling over to the couch. He flopped down on the cushions and crossed his arms behind his head, using them as pillow, while he waited for Minato to finish with the dishes. He closed his eyes, allowing his thoughts to drift off while he listened to the sounds of the other cleaning up. His body was still a little high-strung from what happened in the hallway, but this familiar routine they had fallen back into was doing wonders to calm him down. He didn't open his eyes as he heard the older blond approaching and kneeling down next to him, but he sucked in a sharp breath as, without warning, his father's fingertips ghosted over his stomach.

Minato pretended not to notice the teen's reaction, instead concentrating on the overlapping seals before him. Some lines were a little off, blurring into each other when they weren't supposed to, and he worriedly bit his lip and leaned closer, trying to figure out what the changes meant for the seal and for his son. From what he could gather, the seal was fading faster, causing the chakra to be absorbed at an accelerated rate and putting a slight stress on the young blond's body, though it wasn't very noticeable, since his healing was speeding up as well.

Naruto shivered as the other continued to trail his fingertips over his stomach, hot breath fanning out over sensitive skin. He could tell from the look in his father's eyes that the man was completely absorbed in his thoughts, but for him it was difficult to ignore the enticing sensations the other was causing. His whole body was tense like a cord and he had to fight the urge to grab the older blond and pull him on top of himself. It was hard to form his wish into words, but there was just something in him that wanted to... be held? No, not really.

Rather, he wanted to be held down.

He shuddered as an image of Minato above him, using his whole body to press him down onto the desk, appeared in his mind. It made his heartbeat and breathing speed up, and he was seriously considering just doing what his body wanted him to, when his father spoke up.

"The seals are vanishing faster than they are supposed to, which is forcing the absorption rate to go up, too. I'm not sure by how much the process has accelerated and whether this development will continue or what caused it, so I think we'd better visit Tsunade as soon as possible. Also, I want to look up what could cause the seals to blur into each other... hm, maybe I'll ask Jirayia-sensei about that." Naruto blinked once, staring at the other uncomprehendingly, his mind still stuck on how to best get the older blond to molest him. Unaware of this, Minato continued talking.

"I'll check your seal again tomorrow night, so we'll have a rough understanding about how fast this change is progressing. Maybe I'd better put you on sick leave for a few days, I'd rather observe this in natural conditions. Hm, that also means no training for you..." Unnoticed by the other, the teen's expression grew progressively darker while the other was speaking, not happy at all with what his father was planning to do.

"Dad, you're not going to put me on sick leave. I'm perfectly fine to do missions."

Minato finally looked up from the younger one's stomach, meeting his son's stormy gaze with an equally annoyed one. "Naruto, we can't take this lightly. If your body is forced to assimilate the Kyuubi's chakra at an even faster pace, it could severely damage your chakra system. If there is a way to slow the process down again, then we have to find it as soon as possible."

The teen propped himself up on his elbow and dismissed the other's concerns with a snort. "As if. I've never had problems with the demon's chakra, and although his instincts have been influencing me a bit more, I've always had complete control over my body. I'm sure that's not gonna change anytime soon."

The older blond sat back on his haunches and crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? And what was that this morning then?"

Naruto sat up as well and turned to his father, mirroring the other's pose and crossing his arms. "You intentionally riled me up! It's not my fault if I reacted a bit too forcefully."

"A bit too forcefully?" This time, it was Minato who snorted in disbelief. "You tackled me to the floor and the demon's chakra was acting up. I'd say that for a few seconds, you definitely lost control."

"I did not!" came the instant objection. "I just got a little carried away! And besides, you..." the teen trailed off and looked off to the side, an embarrassed blush settling onto his cheeks. "You are the only one who can get such extreme reactions out of me."

The older blond was taken aback by his son's admission and for a few long seconds just gaped speechlessly, before he pulled himself together again. He wondered if he would ever get used to this. "Look, I know that you don't like it, but I'm just worried about you. If I messed up with the seals somewhere along the way, it could be really dangerous to you. All I'm asking is that you stay home for a few days so that I can make sure it's not going to get worse."

Naruto bit his lip and ran a hand through his wild hair. He kind of understood where his father was coming from, but still...! "Please, if I don't do anything all day, I'll go stir-crazy. If you don't want me on missions, then I guess... I guess I can't do anything about that. But at least let me train or something. You want to study the seal in 'natural conditions', right? I'm usually active for at least six hours every day, so doing anything else would be unusual, wouldn't it? It would give us a wrong idea about how the seal has really been working lately."

Minato rocked back and forth on his heels, thinking his son's words through. "Well, if you say it like that... I guess you are right. Still, just... I want you to be careful with what you do, okay?" He rubbed a hand over his face, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Don't do anything too strenuous and avoid situations that could cause you to lose your temper. The demon's influence could be getting worse, and we really can't afford any kind of incident to happen. The council is already hostile enough as it is."

The teen nodded somberly at the warning, knowing all too well about their standing with the village council. Two thirds of it were solidly supporting his father, though a few doubted that Naruto, or rather the Kyuubi, was really as harmless and controlled as the Hokage repeatedly told them he was, but the last third was more or less openly against the current village leader. The young blond never could bring himself to pay attention to all the whys and hows, but he knew that in the end it boiled down to the fact that a few power-hungry old geezers wanted to cause problems. It probably could have been a lot worse, but it still left them with several influential clan leaders just waiting for the chance to rile up the villagers, the second Naruto or Minato gave them an excuse to.

"I promise I'll be careful."

The older blond smiled a little at the other's serious voice and nodded in acceptance, silently declaring the topic as officially closed. Fights with his son always heavily influenced his mood, so he was glad that this one had ended without any screaming or doors banging. Sometimes, they were both simply too stubborn for their own good.

"Well, we should go to bed now. It's late." Minato stood up and stretched with a yawn, unaware of the eyes fixing on the thin strip of skin revealed as his shirt rode up.

"I'll sleep in your bed again, yeah?"

The older blond stopped mid-stretch and looked down at the innocently smiling teenager, a frown settling over his features. "I don't think that's such a good idea. If I'm called to the office because of an emergency, the messenger would see you. Also, Anbu patrols pass by here every five hours, they'd notice your chakra signature in my room."

Immediately, the smile was replaced by a pout and Naruto crossed his arms, leaning back against the backrest to glower up at his father. "So what? It's not like they'll think 'Oh no, a father and son in the same bed! It must be an illicit affair!' The only one who'd jump to that conclusion is probably Ero-sennin."

Minato's frown darkened, unable to refute his son's argument, but not happy with it all the same. "Still, it would seem suspicious. We don't need to give anyone reason to suspect anything."

"It doesn't have to be suspicious! If anyone asks, we can just say I had a nightmare. Or that because of the seal, you're keeping me close, for supervision purposes. Besides, no one will ask anyway!"

The older blond rubbed over his eyes again, the combination of exhaustion and stress quickly combining to make him more annoyed than this situation normally would. "No one will ask, but everyone will make up their own explanation for what they saw, or noticed. Sooner or later there'd be rumours about us, and then we would be under such close scrutiny that we'd really have to break it off."

"Why do you always assume the worst about everyone?" the teen asked him accusingly. "I bet no one would think anything about it at all, they'll just make up some trivial reason. We're family, no one would suspect that we're in-- in a relationship."

Minato sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "You are not sleeping in my room. It's too risky."

"But--"

"For the last time, you are not sleeping in my room!" The older blond snapped forcefully, interrupting the other. For a moment he thought he saw his son go pale, but then there was a flush of ire on his face and the younger one snapped back, "Fine! Just fine! You're such a stubborn bastard sometimes!"

The teen threw up his hands in frustrated anger, giving his father one last glare, before he jumped up and brushed past him, storming from the living room and banging the door to the hallway shut behind him. Minato winced as a thin crack appeared in the plaster, then he let his head hang with a deep, exhausted sigh. He just wanted to make sure they wouldn't be caught. Was that really that horrible?

Well, so much for ending the day without any shouting or door banging...

He cursed quietly and let his eyes aimlessly rove around the room, unconsciously searching for something to distract him and finding nothing. In the end, he just went to the bathroom and got ready for bed, painfully aware of the total silence that had befallen the house. Maybe he should go to Naruto and apologize? But that would make it seem as if he had changed his mind, which he hadn't. He still thought that is was an unnecessary risk to sleep in the same bed, no matter how nice it would be.

Still, he felt pretty dejected as he shuffled to his room, unhappy with how the evening was turning out. He absently opened his door, then froze, immediately knowing that something was wrong - simply because he hadn't closed it in the first place. His eyes darted to the corners of the room, but he didn't find a trace of anyone hiding. The only thing out of place... A reluctant smile involuntarily tugged at the corner of his lips, though he knew he should be angry. The only thing out of place was the lump on his bed.

He slowly walked over and sat down on the edge, wondering what to do as the teen didn't react. He carefully laid a hand on where he guessed the other's back to be, immediately feeling the bundle grow tense. "Naruto?"

There was an answer, but it was so muffled that he didn't understand anything. He lifted both his legs on the mattress, crossing them beneath him, and shuffled closer, tugging at the blanket until a few strands of wild blond hair were revealed, at which point Naruto's grip on the cloth stopped him. "Come again, please?"

For several long seconds the younger one didn't react, but just as Minato was about to ask again his son sat up in a flurry of blankets and pillows, throwing at least one of the latter down onto the floor. "I said that you can't fucking do this!"

Taken aback, the man gaped at his son, for a moment unable to do anything but stare at him. His hair was even more ruffled than usual, looking like someone had repeatedly tussled it, and his face was a little flushed, just enough to make his lips an enticing red. Still, the sight made the older blond's stomach twist, and not in the good way, because of the hurt and bordering on desperate look in the other's dark violet eyes

"You can't do this." Naruto repeated quieter, but with even more urgency behind his words. The teen shakily ran his fingers through his hair and fixed his gaze on the pillow on the floor. "You can't k-kiss, or touch me one minute, then push me away the next. It just... It doesn't work that way."

Minato felt like someone had first socked him in the stomach, then kicked him in the balls just to make sure he'd really stay down. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Them fighting wasn't supposed to be like this. They should both be angry at each other, too stubborn to admit that maybe the other had a point, until they either worked it out in the training fields or just agreed to disagree. They were not supposed to really hurt each other.

For maybe the first time, the sheer enormity of what Naruto had given him hit home, and he felt like a complete bastard. Of course they had always been close, closer than most other parents and children, but while they loved each other, they definitely hadn't possessed the added depth they did now. Before, his actions could make his son scream, rage and cry, but now the teen had given his father a piece of himself that was much more fragile. If he wasn't careful, Minato could utterly break the young blond without even meaning to.

Biting his lip in shame he shuffled a little closer, hesitantly settling his hand on Naruto's shoulder, unsure of how it would be received. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to do that. I'm just... I'm worried about what might happen to us. Very worried. I don't want to ruin your life."

The teen chuckled without humour and leaned into his father's touch, though he didn't look up. "I'm already pretty good at screwing up all by myself, nothing you do could change that. And I guess my head knows why you don't want me here. Still..."

He glanced up from beneath his lashes and Minato felt the air woosh out of his lungs at the intensity in the other's gaze. If he had had doubts about Naruto's age, they were finally and completely proven wrong now. These were not the eyes of a fourteen year old kid. "I... I don't really know how to explain. It's just... I'm-- I'm yours now. Right?"

The man raised an eyebrow, not sure what to think of the way his son worded that, but nodded anyway, while he drew the other closer and laid an arm around the younger one's shoulders. "Right. You ma--claimed me." Again Minato wondered why the teen phrased it like that, and what he had wanted to say originally.

"That happened really recently. And now when you tell me I can't be with you I-- I get really confused. Because I'm supposed to stay with you but not, and my head tells me one thing while everything else wants another, and I just..." Naruto shrugged helplessly and again ran his fingers through his hair. "I know I'm probably overreacting. Or no, not just probably. But... every--every second I'm not with you... I just. I feel like I can't get enough air. Like everything is wrong and I need to go find you to make it right again. I know that this part most likely comes from Kyuubi, but I can't simply turn it off either and... and I'm rambling. Right."

It would be a lie to say the older blond wasn't slightly overwhelmed by all the things the other had just confessed, but even more than that there was a warm happiness bubbling in his stomach. He drew his son closer to him and embraced him, resting his chin on the teen's bowed head as the younger one turned and hid his face in his father's shirt. Minato opened his mouth, then closed it again as he realized he didn't know what to say. Instead he pressed his lips to Naruto's temple and tugged him closer so that the other was sitting in his lap, burying his nose in the younger's blond spikes. He took a deep breath and tried again.

"First, I love you. You're my most precious person and no matter what I say in front of others to keep up appearances, you will always be. Second, I'm... I'm sorry about what the Kyuubi's influence is doing to you. I'll try to tone it down as much as possible, but I don't think that I can get rid of the effects completely. But I'll--"

He was interrupted as a pair of arms was thrown around his neck and he found himself on his back, his son on top of him and beaming down at him. He responded in kind, a soft smile alighting on his lips, that only grew wider as the younger one leaned down and smothered his face with kisses. He sucked in a sharp breath as the other's tongue sneaked out, trailing over his cheek before flicking at his lips, then firmly pressed against them, demanding entrance. He readily complied and hummed his approval as his son moved to a better position on top of him, straddling his lap, then gasped as deft fingers weaved through his hair and slanted his head to the side, so that Naruto could deepen the kiss.

The teen felt exhilarated, the other's blunt answer making him giddy with happiness, and he showed his appreciation by kissing his father senseless, only stopping when they were both out of breath and Minato looked a little dazed. He moved back a bit and looked down at the older blond, giggling at the blissed out expression on his face. He gave the other another little peck, and then a second and third one just for good measure, before he rolled off his father and settled down next to him, snuggling into his side.

Minato blinked as he stared at the ceiling, allowing himself a few seconds to think absolutely nothing and just enjoy the lingering heat coursing through his veins, then vowed to be honest about his feelings more often if it got a reaction like that. He smiled and turned onto his side, throwing his arm around his son's waist and tugging him closer. Naruto grinned back at him, and he couldn't help but lean in for another short kiss, again mumbling an affectionate "Love you." against the other's lips.

The teen giggled softly and pressed closer, blindly groping around for the blanket behind him and tugging it over the both of them as his father's hand slipped under his shirt to rest on his naked back. They exchanged a few more soft kisses, along with words, before they settled down to sleep, all issues resolved for now. Minato found himself sleepily wondering how long the peace could last.

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Naruto opened his eyes with a snap and sat up, sucking in a badly needed breath. His whole body felt flushed, a frustratingly familiar restlessness buzzing just under his skin and he moaned in distress as he let himself fall back onto the mattress again. God, he had hoped that now that he had been with Minato, the dreams would finally stop, but judging by his raging hard-on, he had thought wrong. Stupid teenage hormones.

He threw a glance at the clock - shit, 3:11 am - then at his father lying on his side next to him, still dead to the world. He sighed and tried to settle himself more comfortably under the heavy blanket, but the movement made his shorts rub against his arousal and he groaned quietly and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sensation.

They were both tired from a long day and had to get up in three hours, so it really wouldn't do to interrupt Minato's sleep. He took a deep breath and rolled onto his side so that his back was to his father, determined to just fall back asleep. It wasn't like he heard his own heartbeat hammer away in his ears, or as if each brush of cloth on skin sent tingles down his spine, or as if each breath felt heavy and strained against the heat in the room...

"Aw fuck!" he cursed quietly, careful not to wake the man behind him as he slipped a hand down his chest and into his boxers. Sometimes he really hated his teenage body, because while it could be nice to get horny all the time for almost no reason whatsoever, more often than not it was just plain annoying. For example there he was, innocently blowing trees up, and a yellow bird flies past. The yellow made him think of his father and then he had to think of how it felt to have the other pound into him and bam! Instant hard-on. From a bird!

Naruto moaned under his breath as he started to stroke himself, trying to get himself off as quickly as possible. He let his fingertips dance over his glans, smearing the precum that had already accumulated, feeling the heat building up in his stomach. He liked the way his head got all woozy and it got hard to concentrate, but at the same time he knew that he'd better stay aware of his surroundings, or he was going to forget to keep his voice down. He was a naturally loud person, and unfortunately that trait carried over to the bedroom as well.

He whined low in his throat as he felt the tension building, then caught himself and bit down on his pillow to muffle the sound. God, if only he could come already... He was getting sweaty and breathless, but his hand didn't slow down in its steady stroking. He let his free hand trail up his stomach, groaning as he dug his nails lightly into his skin, then gasped as he pinched his nipple. He was so damn close, only a little bit more and he could get back to sleep...

He whimpered as his release refused to hit, his body skimming along the edge but lacking that final push to get him off. Fuck, he hated when that happened. Naruto squirmed against the sheet and turned so that he was laying half on his back, half on his side, calling up the memories of that day in the office. His father's flushed face above him, the hot tongue trailing down his chest, the fingers twisting inside him... He shivered as he remembered the feeling, and without his conscious decision his free hand crept behind him, his body eager to recapture the experience.

Naruto gasped as he pressed his middle finger against his entrance, the digit too dry to enter, though the pressure was pleasurable all the same. For a few moments he thought this would be enough, but then his climax escaped him again, skirting just out of his reach, and with a sound of frustration he shifted closer to the nightstand, grabbing the lube he knew was hidden in the first drawer. It was a wonder that Minato was still asleep with all the noise he made, but the teen couldn't bring himself to care anymore. His body was wired up from the dream, but he just couldn't get that final edge to get him off and it was driving him mad.

With a bit of fiddling he got the cap off, a short grin hushing over his lips at the musky scent making his head even more foggy, but then he impatiently dripped some of the viscous liquid over the fingers of his right hand and shuffled back into his previous position, pushing the blanket down to his hips. This time, his finger slipped in without trouble and he had to bite back a loud moan as a new wave of heat washed through his whole body. Damn, this felt so good.

He started to carefully thrust his finger in and out, trying to relax his muscles so he could get another one in. He remembered that that spot Minato had touched had been rather deep inside, and there was no way he could reach it like this yet.

His breath came in quiet pants as he worked, sweat beginning to appear on his neck and back as his muscles got used to the intrusion. After a few minutes he thought he could take it further, and his toes curled in pleasure, a quiet whimper spilling from his lips, as he easily pushed his second finger inside. Damn, it felt so good, but it was still so tight. He felt as if he was burning up from the inside out as he imagined that his father's cock had been in his tight hole, stretching him wide open...

The teen muffled his groan in his pillow as he forced a third finger in, too impatient to wait any longer, all senses concentrated on the delicious sensation of being penetrated, unable to even concentrate on his weeping erection as he worked his fingers in and out of himself. The familiar tension in his stomach was building higher than ever and he couldn't stop the quiet moans from spilling over his lips, his eyes wanting to fall closed as the pleasure robbed him of all ability to think. He was so close, just a little bit more, just a little deeper...

He arched his back with a gasp as his fingers finally grazed that spot, nudging him right to the edge, and then his calluses rubbed right over it and he just barely muffled his whine in the pillow as the heat spilled over, his hips snapping forward and his whole body tensing up as his climax finally washed over him. He shook as his stomach seemed to tie itself into knots, waves of heat rushing through his body and making him light-headed as he slumped to the bed, black spots creeping into his vision as his fatigue came back with a vengeance.

Wow. Just... wow. This was the first time he had ever done that to himself, but judging from the aftershocks that made him shiver as he pulled his fingers out, it certainly wouldn't be the last. He had even forgotten to touch his dick, too swept away by the other sensations. Well, at least he was so tired now that he'd have no problems falling asleep for su-

He squeaked as long fingers closed around his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, forcing him to hold still. All of a sudden, he was extremely aware of the body behind him, hot breath spilling against his neck as a deep, husky voice murmured against his ear, "After that show, I don't think I can let you fall asleep just yet."

"D-Dad?"

His hand was tugged down until its back rested against the front of Minato's boxers, and a flush rose in his cheeks as he felt his father's hot, hard arousal through the cloth. "See what you did to me?" the other whispered quietly, a tongue flicking out to lick at the teen's neck.

Naruto's blush darkened as he imagined his father lying behind him, watching as his son fingered himself. He must have had a perfect view, with the way the teen had twisted around and pushed the blanket out of the way.

The younger blond gasped in surprise as he was suddenly rolled onto his stomach and a weight settled on his knees, hands on his hips keeping him down as he tried to twist around. A shiver went through him as those rough, warm hands smoothed up his back, settled on his shoulders and then started to knead the tense muscles. He allowed himself to melt into the caress, letting his face fall into the pillow as Minato worked his magic on him. Damn, that felt nice. He was just drifting off, his limbs still heavy from post-orgasmic bliss, as he felt something that brought him back into the world of the waking from one second to the next.

"A-ahhn..."

He moaned into the pillow as a finger easily slipped inside him, noticeably thicker and longer than his own. Behind him, his father chuckled, the familiar sound seeming huskier, deeper in the dark room, and Naruto shuddered again. He was tired and exhausted and really, he had just gotten off, but when Minato pushed a second finger inside, rough skin rubbing over sensitive muscles, he couldn't quite help the little groan spilling from his lips, or how he automatically tried to spread his legs further apart.

"You like that, hmm?"

He could feel his father's hard arousal against his thigh as the man leaned forward, warm breath fanning out over the teen's naked back, but he couldn't quite get the words for an answer together as the fingers thrust inside him relentlessly, hitting his prostate dead on again and again. So instead of replying, he crossed his arms before him, resting his forehead against them as he moaned into his pillow, a creeping heat, intermixed with sharp zings of pleasure, slowly overtaking his body.

"You know, I would have just let you get back to sleep if you'd just gotten yourself off normally. I know that teenage hormones can be a bitch sometimes." Naruto hazily wondered how Minato could keep up such a conversational tone while his fingers were working to stretch his son's ass, but then he figured that his father had always been exceptionally good at keeping his composure. "But then you had to start this..." A third finger was added and the teen bit back a whimper as a stinging pain made itself known. "...and I just couldn't look away."

He flinched as cool drops hit his skin, but the additional lube did its job perfectly and this time, he didn't bother to hold back his panting gasps as Minato started to work his three fingers in and out of the teen's hole in a steady rhythm. "Do you have any idea how hot it was to watch you fingering yourself? And those little sounds you made..." The older blond leaned down from his position of straddling his son's thighs and licked a trail up the teen's spine all the way up to his neck, where he stopped to whisper breathlessly in the younger one's ear,"It's crazy what you do to me."

"Likewise," Naruto panted into his arms, smiling as Minato chuckled. The latter's free hand tugged at the teen's hair and he willingly followed the request, letting his head fall back while his father leaned forward. A hot tongue licked along his jaw, and the other's hand slipped under his chin, forcing his head even farther back and to the side, so that the older blond could easily plunge his tongue into his son's mouth, stealing the teen's breath.

The younger one let his eyes flutter closed as the other kissed him thoroughly, breathing shakily through his open mouth as teeth nipped at his lower lip. He relished the little sting of pain as their teeth clashed, letting it reassure him that this was all real and not just some elaborate dream he was having. It still seemed crazy, when he allowed himself to think about how much had changed between them in just two days, and when he wasn't with Minato he still sometimes doubted that it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him. That everything in that office had really happened, that he was now allowed to go up to his father and kiss him like he wanted to.

"O-Ohh god..." he panted, unable to decide what to concentrate on more as Minato's mouth latched onto his neck, biting and sucking in the most delicious way, while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of the teen, the wet, slippery sounds making Naruto's head spin.

"Mh, usually they call me Hokage, but I guess 'God' is fine, too." The younger blond snorted at the other's words, arching his back and muttering a teasing, "It's a wonder your ego fits into that tiny office of yours."

He could feel the older one's grin against his skin. "Are you saying I'm not good at what I'm doing?" Minato rubbed his fingers flush against his son's prostate, feeling quite smug as a visible shudder went through the teen's whole body, accompanied by a deep moan. "Because if you do, I guess there's no point in continuing, ne?"

His grin threatened to break his face as he withdrew his fingers and sat back on Naruto's thighs, ignoring the younger's whine. The teen twisted is upper body around to meet his father's eyes glimmering with amusement, a pronounced pout on his flushed face. "I swear, if you stop now I'm going to... to... uhm, do something."

Minato laughed and leaned forward, bracing his hands on his son's firm bottom. He was quite aware of how his action made the teen blush even more. "You're going to do something? Oh, I'm so scared now."

Naruto pouted even more, if that was possible, his mind trying to come up with a good threat. And surprisingly enough, it did - at least in his opinion. Minato raised an eyebrow as the blond beneath him grinned cheekily. "If you stop now, I'll create a clone and let it fuck me, and you'll have to get off all by yourself."

The second eyebrow went up, too, and a light blush dusted the older one's face as he stared off into space, obviously contemplating the idea. "Huh... I'd really like to watch that."

For a long moment Naruto just stared, then he turned away and burried his face in his arms, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Oh god, you're just as perverted as Ero-sennin. And all these years I thought..."

Minato chuckled and planted a kiss at his son's spine. "Aww, I'm not nearly as bad as Jiraiya. It's too late to deny anything anyway, so I'm just being honest about the things I want."

"Which, in this case, would be your son doing himself?" The amusement was obvious in the younger's voice.

"Hey, don't say it like that! You make it sound so bad..." The older blond said playfully, though he did feel a twinge of guilt. He had slept with his son - was about to do it again, too - and had committed himself to this course of action, but that didn't mean that he was completely fine with it.

"Whaaatever. Can you please just...?" the teen wriggled his butt, calling Minato's attention back to what they were doing and chasing all other thoughts from his mind for now. He grinned lightly as he pushed his shorts down, freeing his own erection, and muttered more to himself, "Yes, I think I can."

Naruto took a shaky breath as he felt his father's hot arousal resting in the crease of his arse, and rested his forehead on his arms again, eagerly awaiting what was to follow. He heard the cap of the lube being opened again and tried to look over his shoulder, but he only caught a glimpse of the other leaning over him, a dark silhouette in the moonlight.

Minato drizzled a liberal amount of lube over himself and by default his son, fascinated by the way the drops of oil pooled in some areas and dripped off in others. He gave a little thrust against the teen's ass, the oil making both their skin more than slippery, and cocked his head to the side in interest as he noticed something. He hadn't done this with a guy before, but there had been this one memorable occasion where this girl kind of let him fuck her boobs...

"W-what are you doing?" Naruto stuttered in surprise as his father settled one hand on one of his bottom cheeks each, pushing them together so that the teen could feel the other's arousal between them, rubbing up against his hole.

The older blond gave a careful thrust, moaning quietly at the pressure around him, and grinned as he heard the teen's gasp. He couldn't wait to be inside his son, but that didn't mean that he couldn't tease him first. "Just trying something out. Feels nice, doesn't it?" He started a slow rhythm, smirking in satisfaction as Naruto moaned quietly and squirmed, trying to raise his hips.

On one hand it was weird, because his father wasn't entering him, just rubbing against his entrance, but on the other hand... it did feel good. Teasing and tingling, hinting at something even better if only Minato would just finally stop playing around. "Yeah, but... please... can you...?" Naruto knew he wasn't very good with words at the best of times, but now they deserted him altogether.

"Can I what?"

The teen blushed and bit his lip, for once understanding how others could be annoyed when he played stupid. If he weren't so desperate for the other to fuck him, he'd kick his ass. Or try to, anyway. "Can you please p-put... get on with it?"

Minato snickered, quite aware of what his son intended to ask before he changed the wording. Still, if he made him wait any longer Naruto would get seriously annoyed, so he decided to comply. "Mhh, but only because you asked so nicely."

The teen took a breath to answer, but before he could get any words out the older blond angled his hips and pushed down, entering his son in one fluid motion. Both of them moaned, and Naruto arched his back, trying to get closer to the delicious intrusion as he clenched the sheets between his fists. It felt just as amazing as it did the first time, and he hazily wondered if it would always be like this. He shuddered as Minato pulled back, bracing himself for a thrust, but instead his father... withdrew completely?

"Dad? W-Wha...ahhn..." He trailed off as his father pushed in again, just deep enough that Naruto could feel his muscles stretch to accommodate the intrusion, then pulled out again, making the teen whine in disappointment. He wanted more!

Minato grinned as his son uttered several complaints mixed with pleas for more under his breath, knowing full well what the younger blond wanted him to do, but he took his sweet time anyway, watching as the head of his cock disappeared inside that firm little ass again and again. The view made his stomach twist heatedly and he bit his lip, allowing a deep groan to rumble from his chest. Beneath him, Naruto stilled at the sound, seemingly frozen for a moment, before he braced himself with his hands against the sheets and suddenly pushed back, so that his behind was in the air while his chest and shoulders were still flush against the mattress. With a glance over his shoulder he panted, "Please, just fuck me already."

The older blond chuckled breathlessly, deciding that he really couldn't refuse if the teen offered himself so beautifully, and finally pushed inside, not stopping until he was fully encased in velvety heat. They both groaned, and Minato tightened his grip on the teen's waist, pulling him firmly against himself as he rolled his hips.

Naruto gasped as he felt his father inside him at last, the heat and friction already enough to make his toes curl and sight hazy. And when the other started to thrust into him at a steady, slow pace it was all he could do to muffle his moans and whimpers in his pillow.

The position made it practically impossible for him to move, Minato's weight pushing him into the mattress, and somehow, that only made everything better. He was at his father's mercy, the man could do just about anything he wanted right now, and it was absolutely exhilarating for Naruto, the wild part of him surprisingly submissive as he was owned so completely. He sighed shakily as the hands on his waist, instead of just holding onto him, started to massage his lower back, then drifted downwards. A wordless, high pitched sound escaped him as the hands started to knead his bottom, forcing his muscles to shift against the shaft inside him in ways he hadn't experienced before, which in turn made him paw uselessly at the sheets and his thighs tremble. God, he really had to remember to ask his father how he had gotten so freakishly good at this.

Minato was biting down on his lip, hard, forcing himself to keep to the slow pace he had started with. The way Naruto was moaning and writhing beneath him, as well as the amazingly tight heat enveloping his cock, was testing his self-control to the limit, but he was determined to drag this out as long as possible. The teen's unintentional little show had gotten him so hard, and filled his head with so many kinky ideas he wanted to try out, he really hadn't known what to do first. So he took his time, teased the other a bit and took the edge of his arousal off, clearing his head enough to form coherent thought again.

Still, he couldn't quite stop himself from gradually increasing the pace, especially since the volume of his son's voice rose with it. Naruto was arching his back with every thrust, totally absorbed in the sensations assaulting his senses, resting his head on his arms as he groaned into his pillow. It was obvious how much the younger one wanted this, and that, together with the fact that they were doing this here, in Minato's bed, turned the older one on like nothing else. It was just so unfathomable... He was fucking his son into the very mattress he had been sleeping on for years, and it was better than anything he could have imagined.

"Oh god, oh god, please dad, harder!" Naruto felt like he was drowning in heat, the friction from the still slow, shallow rhythm sending waves of heat throughout his whole body. He wanted more so badly, but at the same time it was so unbelievably good, he just couldn't decide what to do. His face was flushed a deep red, his breath came in panting gasps, and he was pleading for more, but he couldn't even dredge up the will to be embarrassed.

"Oh, OH, yeah, so good, ahhhnn..." The heat was taken up another notch as his father finally did what the younger one wanted and pushed harder inside, the whole bed creaking as each slow, powerful thrust forced the teen's body into the mattress. A high-pitched whine spilled from his lips as his arousal rubbed against the sheets teasingly, just enough to drive him crazy but not quite sufficing to satisfy him. "Fuck, dad, please!"

Minato clenched his eyes shut and moaned hoarsely, having to stop his movements for a second or risk losing control. He consciously relaxed his tense muscles and opened his eyes a little, his gaze following a bead of sweat as it slowly made its way down the teen's shuddering back, then leaned down and licked it up, revelling in the heavy, salty taste that hit his tongue. His balls already felt so tight, he knew he wouldn't last that much longer, but he was determined to make Naruto come first.

Leaning over his son's back, he clasped the other's shoulders in his hands, then used his grip as leverage to wrench the teen backwards, crashing their hips into each other's and making the younger one cry out in ecstasy. Minato repeated the motion, grunting each time as he plunged his cock into the younger blond's tight ass, his head growing dizzy and the heat bubbling in his stomach reaching unbearable levels. He was so close...

Naruto couldn't breathe, but air seemed rather negligible with the way his father was pounding into him over and over, drilling sizzling hot pleasure into his body. He was trembling, black spots dancing in his vision as the intense sensations threatened to overwhelm him, and if he had had the time to think about it he would have been amazed that his voice hadn't given out yet, as sore as his throat felt.

The friction was just bordering on painful, Minato thrusting so deep, so hard... Naruto never wanted it to stop. Somewhere in the back of his mind he noticed that Kyuubi's chakra had become active, moving through his veins like burning fire, but he couldn't bring himself to care, not when he could feel his father's cock driving in and out of him, the other's hips slapping against the slick skin of his buttocks, the sound getting drowned out by the teen's constant gasping and moaning.

Suddenly the older bond leaned farther forward, changing the angle of his thrusts, and Naruto positively wailed, his sight dissolving into bright white as his climax hit him almost violently. He felt like he was drowning in heat, unable to draw breath, to move, to do anything but ride out the wave of pure ecstasy that shook his body. Liquid fire bubbled beneath his skin, reaching out for anything to sate its hunger, and even as unable of coherent thought as he was, he still noticed how the strange energy latched on to his father as he man cried out in completion.

Minato held himself up with sheer willpower, his arms quivering beneath him as unbridled pleasure washed through him, the teen's ass contracting around him in the most perfect way, pulling him in deeper even while his seed was spilling out of him. His mind was completely blank, acting more on instinct than anything else as he continued to grind against his son, leaning down to lick and bite at the shoulders he had been clutching so tight it would probably leave bruises. He absently noticed how hot the younger one's skin was, but before his dazed head could make anything of it, he gasped in surprise, his senses completely overwhelmed by the surge of burning heat rushing through him.

"Ah--AHNN! N--NARUTO!!" he whined loudly, gasping his son's name as another orgasm was forced out of him, unable to do anything as his body simply gave out on him and he landed heavily on top of the other. He whimpered, his vision going completely black as he trembled, pressing himself tightly against the teen to keep himself in the here and now. The strange energy washed over him, leaving a slight burning in his limbs and making his skin hypersensitive, so that every single breath left him gasping and whining, too out of it to stop the sounds from spilling from his lips. God, what the hell had just happened?

Naruto was too dazed to complain as his father's weight robbed him of breath, the simple action of keeping his eyes halfway open requiring all of his attention even as he moaned quietly, feeling the other come inside him again. His whole body felt so sated, so heavy with exhaustion, little aftershocks racing up and down his limbs, he wished he could just lie here forever.

He couldn't even guess how much time passed before Minato rolled off of him, landing on his back to Naruto's left, and staring blankly at the dark ceiling, still panting like crazy. The teen knew he probably would regret not cleaning up now in the morning, judging by how sticky he already felt, but it already took all of his remaining energy to snuggle up against his father's side, so he really couldn't be bothered with worrying about anything else.

Minato wound an arm around his son's shoulders as his breathing slowly calmed down, though his heart was still racing. He mentally warred with himself, one part wanting nothing more than to bask in the afterglow and drop off to sleep, the other wondering what the hell had just happened and worrying that it might have something to do with the last remaining vestiges of the demon fox. Still, in the end exhaustion won out and he decided to think about it tomorrow, instead tugging Naruto closer and pressing a kiss against the already sleeping teen's temple.

He smiled at the younger one's expression, completely innocent in his sleep, and leaned over to kiss away a single drop of sweat that was slowly wandering along the other's jaw. He kind of wished they could have talked a little, but figured that it was alright like this too. After all, morning was not even three hours away.

With a contented sigh, he settled down to sleep.

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