Original Sin

This chapter is dedicated to Idlesana/NoNoWriter, whatever you call yourself these days. I don't think you'd appreciate me calling you by your real name here. XD
Happy Birthday, darling! This is your gift, so I hope you like it and won't massacre me because there is no smut. Love you lots! -cuddlehug-

(And: Hah! I managed to finish it on time! XD)

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Shi

Warnings: Swearing. Character-bashing/OOCness. Excessive use of italics. Not beta'd.

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Minato was roused by the rather unmistakeable sensation of a mouth nibbling along his jaw, alternating between biting, sucking, and doing something with that frighteningly talented tongue that made goosebumps break out all over his arms. He grumbled a little and turned his head to burrow deeper into the pillow, trying to get rid of his assailant, but the other was stubborn. The bed dipped a bit as the teen leaned over him and caught the older blond's earlobe with his lips, worrying it gently between his teeth and eliciting a soft whine.

"..'ruto, lemme 'lone..."

Naruto chuckled quietly, not at all deterred, and let his fingertips trail over his father's back, feeling quite smug at the goosebumps following in the wake of his hand. Minato whined again and uselessly groped around for the blanket, but the first problem with that was that he was refusing to open his eyes, and the second that the covers were bunched up at the foot of the bed after their nighttime activities. As a result, the older blond simply curled up on his side, determined to ignore the kisses being trailed down his back, though it got difficult when the other's hair brushed against his side and tickled him.

He squirmed a little, trying to get away, and then jumped with a yelp when his son bit down. "Naruto!"

The teen laughed under his breath as he snuggled up against his father's back, returning to placing little kisses on the other's nape, licking at the marks already there, and sneaking an arm around his waist. Minato grumbled again, but gave up all pretenses of sleep as his son's hand trailed dangerously low on his stomach and instead turned around, facing the other's teasing grin with a drowsy pout.

"Why aren't you more exhausted?" he complained, squinting as the sun hit his eyes through the blinds.

"That's the advantage of being young, I guess." Naruto smiled and pecked his father on the lips. He was pleasantly surprised when the man's hand settled on his neck and tugged him down again, drawing him into a gentle, lingering kiss, that he was only too happy to return.

Minato sighed softly, pulling his son closer and increasing the pressure against the other's lips, slipping his tongue into the young blond's mouth when he opened it with a little mewl. The man let his hand drop from the teen's neck down to the small of his back, drawing him closer against his side.

Naruto smiled dazedly when his father pulled back, a warm giddy feeling bubbling in his stomach. He put an arm over the older one's waist and snuggled closer, placing a little peck on the other's collar bone as he nuzzled beneath his chin. Minato smiled and ruffled the teen's hair, then glanced at the clock and winced. If they didn't get up right this moment he'd be late... again.

He heaved a deep sigh and sat up, smiling a bit as Naruto grumbled. "Sorry, but I can't be late again."

The young blond whined and turned onto his stomach, first burrying his face in his pillow as his father got up, then, when his breath ran out, watching the other walk around over his shoulder. In his opinion it was way too early to get up yet, but his father was a workaholic and wouldn't know what a sick day was if it smacked him in the face. He sat up and stretched languidly, biting back a grimace as he forced his still-a-little-sore muscles to move. If Minato ever found out that he had hurt his son even the slightest bit, no matter how much Naruto wanted it, he'd put himself on a guilt trip that would make the whole Kyuubi deal seem like a walk in the park. Therefore, definitely something to avoid.

Meanwhile, the older blond had gotten his clothes and a towel together and was now, theoretically, ready to go and take his shower. The key word being theoretically, because his eyes were fixed on the rather enticing sight of his completely naked son doing a full-body stretch in that carelessly graceful way of his that froze Minato to the spot, struck speechless. His eyes trailed down the sun-tanned arms, over slightly muscular shoulders and roved down the unmarred skin of the teen's back, only to settle on the perfectly round cheeks and stay there, quite fascinated by the way Naruto's muscles shifted with every move. He could remember vividly how tight and hot the young blond had felt around him, everything so slippery and smooth, the small body shivering and writhing beneath him...

"Hey, do you want to take that shower or come back to bed?"

Minato jumped, his gaze snapping up to meet his son's knowing grin, and blushed in embarrassment. "Uh-uhm, I'll--err. Gotta shower. Now. Right."

He hastily turned around and left, the flush on his cheeks becoming even more pronounced as Naruto's surprisingly deep, husky laughter followed him into the hallway. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with being embarrassed, he would have been alarmed by how it was steadily getting easier for him to lose control of his actions.

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Naruto chuckled as his father practically fled the room, an embarrassed flush on his face. The teen laid back down and stretched out on the mattress, taking a deep breath. The smell of the other's arousal still hung thickly in the air, mixing with the residual traces of sex and sweat, and involuntarily making his own body react. He closed his eyes to bask in it, wishing he could somehow preserve the scent that made his pulse flutter and that was proof of Minato's attraction being real.

Even now, it felt like something too good to be true.

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With a deep sigh, Minato sank into his comfy Hokage chair, already exhausted after barely arriving at his office. The moment he had slipped in through a conveniently open window he had been accosted by Nanako, his secretary, who promptly proceeded to chew him out for using said window as an entrance, and then enquired why he was wearing a turtleneck on such a hot day. He couldn't exactly tell her that it was to hide the rather conspicuous marks his son had left on his neck and shoulders, and so instead made up some nonsense about feeling a bit under the weather.

That, of course, had the woman running to get him a cup of tea. Hot tea. On a day that was likely to reach up to 94 degrees. Really, just great. Not that he didn't appreciate the dedication of his subordinates, but sometimes he wished they'd just stop already. He was quite capable of getting his own cup of tea if he so wanted one, thank you very much. (And he didn't. Want one, that is.)

Unbidden, his thoughts wandered back to his son, who was likely only just now getting up. By the time Minato was ready to rush out of the house Naruto had still been draped over the bed, barely covered by the rumpled sheets and, consciously or not, giving his father bedroom eyes which were just begging him to come back to bed.

The man shivered, a light flush rising to his cheeks. Over the last few months he had quite stubbornly refused to acknowledge the several instances in which he noticed his son's steadily growing allure and attractiveness, but now... Now it was becoming increasingly difficult to not become aroused every time the teen did anything even remotely sexy. Like last evening, Naruto had just been lying on the couch and waiting for him to examine the seal, but the enticing picture had still managed to make Minato freeze in his steps before he got his act together and forced himself to act casual. He wasn't sure exactly what it was about Naruto, but it made him want to--

The door was enthusiastically shoved open and in strode his secretary, declaring "Here's your tea, Hokage-sama!"

He jumped and tried to will the blush on his face down, cringing as she set a steaming cup of tea on his desk. "Yes, thank you, Nanako. You really didn't have to..."

"Oh, I don't mind! It's important that our leader stays healthy, right?" She gave him one of her disturbingly bright smiles, making a cold shiver of fear run down his spine. No matter with how much sugar this woman coated her voice, he knew for a fact that she was one extremely ruthless, though efficient bitch (All ex-ANBU tended to be like that).

"And that's why I added some special herbs to your tea. Make sure to drink it all, yes?" Suddenly, the cup seemed much more ominous.

"Err, sure..."

"Wonderful. Do you need anything else right now?"

He thought for a moment, then shook his head. The ever-growing mountain of paper-work was looming ahead, so he'd likely be busy all morning. "No, thank you."

She nodded and turned to leave, then stopped again. "Before I forget, I noticed some... scratches in your desk. Should I get someone to fix that?"

Minato practically squirmed under her penetrating gaze, but he refused to turn red, mumbling "No, don't bother. It's fine."

She raised her eyebrow at him, nodded again and left, finally allowing the blond man to blush for all he was worth and slump in his chair. Geez, talk about awkward.

Still, she had made him a little curious, so he rifled through his paperwork until he was actually able to see the table--and promptly went scarlet. Indeed, where Naruto had held onto the wood, there were four deep scratches each, looking quite a bit as if a wild animal had decided to claw at his desk.

"Huh, makes me kind of glad he wasn't holding onto my back..." That could have been painful.

But it did actually remind Minato of what they had talked about yesterday, and so he decided to write Kakashi a note. Naruto wouldn't be happy with him at all, but it was for the best, right? Right. And afterwards he'd have to do lots of paperwork, debrief a team of ANBU, go by the missions desk, write a few letters, check the reports of the border patrol and... do lots of other important stuff.

Oh no, maybe he'd even be too busy to drink his tea! How unfortunate!

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Midmorning found Naruto hanging upside down from a tree with his knees hooked over a branch, sulking his little heart out. Apparently, Minato had somehow gotten a message to Kakashi even before the silver-haired man turned up to meet his team, so now Naruto was banned from participating in missions and instead got to do... nothing. Bleh.

About four metres beneath him their teacher was telling Sasuke and Sakura to go to the mission office and do a few D-ranks by themselves, so maybe Naruto would get at least a little training out of Kakashi if he asked nicely.

...yeah, sure. And then an emissary from Iwa would turn up and offer them their humblest apologies for all the assassination attempts and a scroll of Iwa's most highly priced jutsus.

He watched as his two teammates left, Sasuke looking grumpy as always and throwing a glare back at the blond every now and then, Sakura overjoyed at spending time with her crush. Sometimes he really wondered how their team was ever supposed to work out. Their interactions were just one big downward spiral, and as much as he loved the man, Kakashi wasn't helping either with his permanent aloofness. But speaking of that...

Naruto waited until his teacher had settled down at the base of a tree, obviously intending to do absolutely nothing until his students returned, then swung himself upright and jumped off his branch, landing spot-on with his feet on either side of the man's knees and promptly sat down. As expected, Kakashi wasn't happy at all with this intrusion of his personal space and thus gave his protégé a deadpan look that may as well have been a glare.

"What do you think you are doing?"

Naruto grinned, quite aware that he must look like a fox on crack. "Teach me a new jutsu!"

The silver-haired man seemed to consider it for a moment, his eyes trailing up to stare at the sky for a few seconds before settling down on the blond again, seemingly now ready to impart his wise, profound, well thought-out decision. "No."

Time for the Pout of Doom. "Pleaaaase."

The twitch of an eyebrow. "No. And stop that. You know it doesn't work on me."

"But it annoys you, and that's all that counts," the teen grinned and shuffled closer, intent on getting as much in the other's face as possible. "You tell me not to go on missions, fine. But then at least give me something else to do."

Kakashi gave a put-upon sigh and came to the conclusion that there really was only one thing to do.

"Hey!" Naruto screeched in outrage as a barrier in form of an orange book came up between them. "Kakashii~ii! Don't fucking ignore me!"

An empty look, and an if possible even more apathetic reply: "Language."

The blond stared for a long, speechless moment, then his expression changed to one of amusement mixed with slight disbelief. "You... are telling me... to mind my language? You, who reads porn in front of impressionable young children? You, who reads that porn out loud during field missions and pretends it's a good night story?"

The Jounin didn't even look up from his book. "The kids are so embarrassed that they go to bed right away without complaining."

Naruto grinned and shook his head in defeat. "You are a total fruitcake. Now teach me a jutsu."

Ah, there was that annoyed twitch again. "No."

"Please." Pout.

"No." Stare.

"Please." Shiny eyes.

"No." Twitch. Stare.

"Please." Trembling lower lip.

"No." The book-barrier rises again.

"Pleaa~aase." Extra sparkly Have-Mercy-I'm-adorable pout.

"NO." Glare.

"Yoko ends up with Kentaro." Smile. Adorable smile.

"..."

"..."

"Sometimes, you really are a despicable little bastard."

"I know," Naruto snickered. "Now teach me a jutsu or I'll tell you what happens to Yukino."

Kakashi shoulders slumped and he sighed. "I just don't understand why Jiraiya lets you read his first drafts. It's entirely unfair to the rest of us."

"That's the advantage of having blackmail material, I guess. Now, jutsu?"

The man put his book away and slumped back against the tree behind him, a disgruntled expression on what was visible of his face as he crossed his arms. "Minato's message said you aren't to do anything strenuous or chakra-expending until Saturday."

The teen planted his hands on his teachers thighs and leaned forward a bit, hoping to annoy the other into agreeing already. "Yes, but learning a new jutsu isn't exactly very taxing, now is it? So no problem there."

Another exasperated sigh. "Naruto, learning new jutsu is an activity that takes extreme stamina and concentration out of a ninja. Also, you tend to waste tons of chakra when learning a jutsu. Therefore it falls under the label of 'strenuous'. I can't teach you right now."

"But what else am I supposed to do then?! I'm not even allowed to do simple taijutsu!" the blond exploded, frustrated with the situation.

Kakashi shrugged, actually seeming to contemplate the idea seriously... or not. "I guess you could... uhh... read. Jutsus. You could read up on jutsus."

Now it was Naruto's turn to give the other a deadpan look. "You just totally pulled that outta your ass. And you know that I get bored with theoretical stuff in two hours max."

"That's true."

"Besides, if I read the stuff then I'm going to try it out, too. Alone and unsupervised."

"You tend to do that, yes."

"So, maybe you should just teach me a jutsu."

"Maybe I should..."

The blond's eyes lit up, a triumphant smile slowly spreading over his face-- "Or maybe I should knock you out for the rest for the day and leave you in a dumpster somewhere."

Immediately, the smile turned into a pout of epic proportions. "I'm so gonna kick your ass if you do that. And then I'll burn all your Icha Ichas."

Faced with this threat, Kakashi tensed up. "Try it, squirt. You wouldn't even get past the front door."

The teen's smile was back, but this time with a decidedly malicious tint to it. "Well, it's rather fortunate then that my dad has a set of your keys in case of emergencies."

The Jounin snorted. "As if he'd give them to you. He knows you'd only do something stupid with them."

Naruto waggled his eyebrows, grinning slyly. "Probably, but I could get them anyway."

"And how?" Kakashi asked, rolling his eyes.

"I have my ways," the blond snickered, making a mental note to use these ways as soon as possible, no matter whether he had to convince his father of anything or not.

"Then why don't you use these ways to make him let you train, hmm?"

"It wasn't the right moment to try that," the teen frowned. "Besides, he was all 'It's for your own good!' and you know how stubborn he gets when he's like that."

"True, true," the Jounin agreed, remembering quite a few instances himself in which his ex-sensei had gotten rather mulish. Like that one time he had broken his shoulder but wanted to finish the mission, or when he found out that Kakashi had lived on almost nothing but soldier pills for two months straight, or when he saw his ex-student's new rug and fell in instant hate with it...

Kakashi sighed. He had really liked that rug. It was all fuzzy and blue.

"Hey," Naruto poked his rug-mourning teacher.

"Hmmmm?" Seriously, sometimes the blond thought that the other had to be related to a sloth somehow.

"Jutsu?"

"No."

The blond gave a long-suffering sigh. "How can I convince you?"

"Not possible. Sorry, kid."

"Yuki--" Before Naruto could even just finish his first word, the other's large hand clamped down on his mouth and he found himself the target of quite a bit of killing intent.

"I'm warning you. I will leave you in a dumpster."

The teen tried to get Kakashi's hand off, but even with both arms free to push against the older one's wrist it seemed the other wasn't straining himself in the least. So unfair. What was it with people and making him unable to talk?!

"HMM!"

The silver-haired man smiled benignly. "Did you say something? No? Oh well, then I'll just continue reading."

Naruto glared as his teacher went back to his book, completely ignoring the boy in his lap. He tried to wrench himself backwards, but had to learn that Kakashi actually had a firm grip on his jaw, which made it impossible for him to break the hold or even bite.

Annoyed, he made the sign for ' request permission to speak', but the other ignored that as well, only lifted his book higher and commented, "Oh, would you look at that? Kentaro is seducing Yoko. That would have been such a surprise, if someone hadn't told me already."

The blond snorted, the only thing he could really do to express his annoyance. He tugged at Kakashi's wrist again, but as expected it didn't budge in the slightest, and when he tried to dig his nails in all he achieved was that the grip on his jaw tightened painfully for a moment. He whined pitifully, but even that was cruelly ignored in favour of porn. Frustrated, he let his shoulders slump and glared at the man, trying to come up with some way to get out of this.

"Hm, it seems Yukino wants Kentaro as well. How interesting. Really fortunate that I don't know yet how it ends, don't you think?"

For a moment, Naruto was distracted by the memory of Yukino ending up with a busty blond as lesbian lover and wished for nothing more than the ability to blurt it out and destory Kakashi's fun... but then, he actually had a better idea.

The silver-haired man glanced up when he felt the lips beneath his palm twist into a vicious grin, but even with that warning he wasn't fast enough to stop the teen's hands from forming a seal. There was the characteristic poof and suddenly Kakashi found himself not with a fourteen year-old boy, but instead with a busty, blond, naked woman on his lap.

The one uncovered eye twitched. "Naruto. Change back."

The girl blushed and looked at him with large, teary eyes, crossing her arms over her chest and trying to bring her legs together. All of a sudden, the Jounin felt like a dirty pervert.

"Naruto. Change back. I'll let you go as soon as you do."

She seemed to think about it for a moment, then her expression became even more pitiful and she glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, telling everyone who cared to take a look that she was at his mercy.

"Fine! Ugh!" With a disgusted snort he released her and leaned as far away from her as possible. "Just get off me already."

Immediately, the sad, embarrassed face was exchanged for a foxy smirk (which looked way too... something on Naruto's female form), and she shuffled even closer, delighting in his discomfort.

"Get off you or get you off?" she asked teasingly.

Cue for one of the rare occassions in which Kakashi took a moment to feverishly thank himself for always wearing a mask, as it did hide his blush. He tried to glare as sternly as possible.

"Get off, Naruto."

"Aww, but it's so comfortable here," she pouted cutely, emphasising that statement by wriggling around until she really was in his lap. "And, you know, since no one will teach me any new jutsu, maybe I should just stay here and relax a little."

He flattened himself against the tree and wished he could push her away somehow, but that would mean that he would actually have to touch her and that was just wrong. Very, very wrong. And not hot at all.

"Get rid of that ridiculous transformation and I'll ask Minato about letting you train."

The blonde recoiled as if hit and stared at him with huge, accusing eyes. "You... you think the Sexy no Jutsu is ridiculous? Do you have any idea just how incredible it is?!"

And to underscore her opinion she grabbed her own breasts and squeezed. Kakashi wanted to whimper. "See?! This is all real! Who else can say of themselves that they can turn into a hot chick at will?"

The man desperately hoped that the answer was 'nobody'. It had been shocking enough when it had been discovered that Naruto could make his transformations real by supplementing them with Kyuubi's chakra, he didn't want to imagine what it would be like if more people with that ability were running around. The teen put it to enough use for three people as it was...

"Okay, okay. Your Sexy no Jutsu is pure genius. Now get off me already," the Jounin sighed.

The blonde snickered and finally, finally rolled off him, though she didn't change back. Instead she got comfortable lying on her stomach and used her crossed arms as pillow, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. Kakashi really wished she'd change back.

To distract himself he went back to his book, diving into the story of Yoko, her twin Yukino, Kentaro, and a mysterious blonde woman, determined to ignore the blue eyes he felt burning a hole into his mask. And for a few minutes glorious silence prevailed, only broken by the sound of leaves rustling in the mild breeze and the distant clanging of weapons hitting weapons.

"Sooo..."

To ignore or not to ignore, that was the question.

"Hello?"

Hmm, and what a difficult question it was...

"Kakashi, if you don't start paying attention to me right now I'm going to climb onto your lap and scream rape."

Definitely not ignore. The man grumbled, "What do you want now?"

"You said you were going to talk to Minato." The teen gave his teacher a pointed stare, but only got a lazy blink in return.

"I will."

"And when, pray tell?"

"Later."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"No. No. I'm warning you, get off, don't--"

"PERVERT! RAPIST! HEEEEEELP!!!"

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"So...", Minato paused to take a sip of his tea, grimace, gag and shudder violently. Kakashi decided not to comment.

"Mind explaining to me what you are doing here when you're supposed to be out with your team?"

He shrugged laconically. "Naruto."

The blond sighed and leaned back in his chair, wondering why things always had to happen as he expected them to. "I thought I explained to him yesterday why I don't want him training."

The silver-haired man snorted. "Why don't you explain it to him again, then? And to me too, for that matter. You know doing nothing for extended periods of time drives him up the wall."

"I know, I know. I just..." The Hokage tiredly rubbed his eyes. "His seal... I told you about the last seal I added, right? The one which sped up the absorption process slightly. I wanted to give him better control over the demon's chakra stores."

Kakashi nodded and sat down in the chair in front of the desk, his whole countenance becoming more serious at his ex-teacher's tone.

"It was supposed to be a one-time boost, but it seems I somehow started an ongoing acceleration. I only became aware of it recently, but it seems it's gotten to the point that Naruto's body can't keep up with the influx of demonic chakra anymore, and it's starting to influence his self-control. I don't want him expending chakra because I'm afraid it'd only help the seals to deviate even faster."

The younger of the two nodded in understanding, a troubled frown on what was visible of his face. "So I'm guessing you two have an appointment with Tsunade?"

Minato nodded. "Yes, but Saturday was the earliest she could make time for us. Still, her chakra control is much better suited to correcting seal deviations like this, so it's worth the wait."

Kakashi hummed in agreement, but pointed out, "Naruto's still going to be hyper and bored the next few days. Isn't there anything he can do?"

"Well, I guess I could give him a few jutsu scrolls..." The silver-haired man gave the other a deadpan look, which made the blond chuckle uneasily. "But he'd only try them out by himself, so that's not a good idea. I think he could help out at the academy or at the hospital. I'll ask him about it tonight, today it's too late to organize anything anyway. And I guess you can send him home for today, technically he's on duty but since he can't do anything anyway..."

The Jounin teacher gave a long-suffering sigh and nodded acquiescently. "Fine. But if he tells me what happens to Yukino I'll hold you personally responsible."

Minato shrugged despondently. "Sure. No matter what kind of revenge you come up with, I'm secure in the knowledge that there is worse."

He gave his cup a forlorn look.

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Minato sighed tiredly as he opened the door and shuffled into the dark hallway, glad that the day was finally over. The ANBU reports had been rather worrying, telling of an incident of an Iwa hunter team crossing their borders to follow a criminal and then promptly getting into a fight with the Konoha team. He had been able to get the worst worked out right away, no one was being held in custody and luckily nobody was hurt badly, but if Iwa tried to make a political incident out of this it'd still be a nightmare. He just hoped they had the good sense to try to avoid another war.

Kicking his shoes off, he wondered where Naruto was. Hadn't Kakashi sent him home? Well, maybe he had gone to visit someone... though Minato didn't actually know anybody his son would want to visit besides himself and the silver-haired man.

With a shrug, he reached out to turn the lights on--and had to stifle a surprised shout as a heavy weight bowled him over so that he crashed down onto the floor. Trained instincts took over even while his mind was racing, trying to understand how he didn't--and still couldn't-- feel a hostile presence. Without a conscious thought a kunai appeared in his hand and he was tensing to get some leverage against the weight on top of him, but then a (rather small) hand clamped down on his wrist, forcing it down against the floor and making him lose his grip on the weapon, which clattered away into the darkness.

A quiet sense of panic was trying to sneak up on him, but he fought it back and instead reached for the senbon stashed in the collar of his coat, his chakra rushing into his limbs to enable him to simply throw the other off--when, unexpectedly, lips skimmed along his jaw and sharp teeth bit down on his ear lobe.

"Do you have any idea how awful my day was?" was breathed against his skin and he shivered, though he didn't know whether it was because of the dark note of rage or the heavy undertone of lust in that familiar voice.

"N-Naruto?!"

There was a hum of agreement, but no actual answer as the other's lips trailed down his neck, tugging the collar of his shirt down as they went along, and then latched on to one of the dark marks his son had left on his skin, making him gasp and his heart skip a beat. He wanted to reach out to--do something (though he didn't actually know what), but Naruto's grip on his wrists was unrelenting, using the teen's weight to hold Minato down. Of course, he could get free if he really wanted to, but...

Wicked teeth nipped at one of the sensitive marks at the same moment the other's thigh brushed firmly against his slowly awakening arousal, and a little sound that rather resembled a breathless moan escaped the older blond. He tried to remember why this was a bad idea, but his head felt kind of foggy and failed to come up with a good reason, and so he didn't protest when Naruto forced both his wrists over his head to hold them with only his left hand, slipping the thus freed right one under his shirt.

He breathed in sharply as cool fingers stroked up his stomach in a teasingly slow caress, his muscles automatically going taut, and felt his son's lips stretch into a pleased smile. The teen's tongue was hot against his skin as it licked a trail up his neck to his mouth, and he shivered, goosebumps breaking out on his arms.

"I've been waiting for hours for you to come home," was breathed against his lips and Minato hoped he wasn't expected to find a coherent answer for that, since all he could think about was the intense want in Naruto's violet eyes and the feeling of red-hot electricity tingling up and down his spine.

"I've been good all day and haven't trained at all, so don't you think I deserve a reward?" the other whispered mischievously and nipped at the corner of his mouth, but without actually closing the distance. The older blond whined wordlessly, desperately, trying to lean up and get more contact, but his son copied the motion and pulled back, his hand on Minato's chest holding the other down unrelentingly.

"'ruto, please..."

He would have been horribly embarrassed if he had been aware of just how he had sounded just then, but seeing as it got the desired reaction, he didn't waste another thought on his words. Instead he allowed his mind to go blissfully blank as smooth lips pushed against his own, a devious tongue begging (making him beg) for entrance, which was granted right away.

The sensation of his son's tongue twining around his own made him sigh breathily-- and then Naruto recoiled as if he'd been hit.

"Gwah!! Fuck! Nasty!"

Minato watched in dumbfounded silence as the teen coughed, sputtered and cursed, his face screwed up in an expression of intense disgust.

What... the... hell?

"Shit! Just what the hell was that?!" the younger blond demanded dismayed, rubbing at his tearing eyes and getting off his father to sit against the wall.

"Did you eat chili peppers soaked in mint oil or what?! Fuck, it burns..." The teen went so far as to rub his tongue against his sleeve, seemingly trying to get rid of the taste.

Minato blinked... and blinked again. And then did it a third time, just for good measure. It made him feel like he understood what the hell was going on. (But not really.)

"Uhh... what?" Yes, the man knew that that wasn't exactly the height of eloquency, but he felt it got his point across rather nicely.

Naruto shot his father, who still seemed rather dazed, an accusing glare. "Something you ate or drank. Absolutely awful. Makes me seriously consider ripping out my own tongue to get rid of the agonizing burning that seems to have overtaken my mouth. Why didn't you say something?"

As much as Minato would have liked to claim inability to think due to all his blood having left his brain in favour of southern regions, after a few seconds he did remember that he had been forced to drink something positively disgusting, and that combined with his son's enhanced senses... he shuddered in horror. Still, that didn't mean that this was actually his fault.

"I'm sorry," was the blond's contrite answer. "But it's kinda your fault too, I didn't exactly have the time to warn you. Nanako made me drink this tea... though maybe she was trying to poison me... It fried most of my taste buds, so I forgot all about it."

Once again, Naruto visibly shuddered. "I have no idea how you could ever forget that stuff. I think it's going to haunt me for the next two weeks."

Minato grinned and shuffled closer to his son, leaning against the wall next to the grumpy looking teen and sneaking an arm around his shoulders. "I already said I'm sorry. But maybe I can make it up to you somehow...?"

The younger blond snorted and gave his father a lopsided smirk. "As nice as that sounds, I'm not gonna kiss you again until you've gotten rid of that mint-stuff."

Honestly disappointed, Minato pouted a little. First that little tease got him all worked up and then just left him hanging. He let himself slump against the wall behind him. "Fine..."

Naruto snickered. "If you really want to, I guess you could still make it up in another way."

Immediately, the older blond perked up, giving his son an intrigued look. "How?"

"Well, seeing as I was busy planning to seduce you in the hallway, I kind of forgot all about dinner..." The teen trailed off and gave his father a hopeful grin.

Minato rolled his eyes. "This is my punishment for banning you from training and missions, isn't it?"

"Exactly!"

He sighed ruefully, then smiled and got to his feet, offering his son his hand to pull him up as well. "Then I guess I'll just have to deal. What do you want to eat?"

With his father's help Naruto got to feet and used the momentum to lean up on his tiptoes and give the other a peck on the cheek. "Guess."

Minato smiled and leaned his forehead against his son's. "Hmm... Ramen, Ramen... and maybe... Ramen?"

The teen chuckled, his hands searching his father's to interlace their fingers. "Yeah, but we're talking about the good stuff here. No instant junk today."

"You just love making my life more difficult, don't you?" the older blond pretended to sulk, giving his son a mock-accusing look.

"But of course!" Naruto answered happily. He affectionately rubbed the tip of his nose against the other's, then he let go and slipped past him, walking down the hallway towards the kitchen.

Grinning wryly to himself, Minato followed.

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A little while later, Naruto was lounging around on the kitchen table, watching his father cut vegetables (Why, god? Why?!) to add them to the already boiling broth and noodles. In the pan next to the pot some pork was frying, the delicious smell already enough to make the teen's mouth water in anticipation. As rarely as he got around to doing it these days, Minato was proving once again that he was an awfully good cook.

"So..." The older blond threw a glance over his shoulder as his son started talking. "Did something happen today? You're home rather late."

Frowning a little while his hands never stopped in finely slicing the carrots, the man gathered his thoughts. "An ANBU team came back today from border patrol. Three days ago, they came upon a team of Iwa nins trying to enter the country from Taki no Kuni. Turns out they were following one of their criminals, but unfortunately they only found that out after they'd already engaged in combat. Nobody was hurt badly, thus with some damage control it should be fine. Still, Iwa could see it as a chance to gain sympathies with other countries, especially with Kusa and Ame, so depending on their response I could be pretty busy for the next few days."

Naruto scowled unhappily. "But it was them who crossed our borders, so how would they turn that to their advantage? The whole issue was their fault."

Minato smiled a little, wishing things were as easy as that. "They're using the fact that they were hunting a criminal as excuse. Supposedly, they weren't aware of crossing the border and thought they were still in Taki, something that I find rather unlikely. After the last war, the new borders were marked very obviously to avoid situations just like this."

"That's just dumb, losing track of where you are, and on a hunt to boot. No team leader would make such a mistake. Who'd believe a story like that?"

"It's not so much a question of anyone believing them, but of me being able to prove otherwise. Essentially, it's their word against ours, and depending on what's in it for them, others will be inclined to believe us or them."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," Minato nodded, adding the last of the vegetables and the meat to the broth and noodles and stirring the whole thing.

"Politics suck," Naruto declared, hopping off the table to join his father at the stove.

"It's kind of like fighting, only with words instead of weapons," the older blond shrugged and sampled a bit of the soup. "And if words fail, you still get to kick butt. Here, have a taste and tell me whether it's alright."

He held out a spoonful of broth, but instead of taking it the teen grinned and stepped up to the other, laying a hand in the nape of the taller one's neck to tug him down into a kiss. Pleasantly surprised, Minato put up no resistance as his son plundered his mouth, though he couldn't really get into it, or he risked dropping the spoon.

After pulling back and licking his lips in satisfaction, Naruto hummed thoughtfully and cocked his head to the side. "Needs a bit more salt, I think."

The older blond chuckled, but did as he was told and added a pinch.

After that, they settled down on the couch, the vegetables still needed at least twenty minutes, and Minato really wasn't in the mood to do even more paperwork, though maybe he should have. Instead, he laid down and used his son's lap as pillow, enjoying the sensation of the other combing his fingers through his hair and simply relaxing, exhaustion catching up to him.

A few minutes later, Naruto broke the comfortable silence. "If you're busy the next few days, what am I going to do? I'm guessing you haven't changed your mind about the training thing."

Minato opened his eyes and looked at his son from beneath his lashes, thinking for a couple of seconds before answering. "With your rank you can easily help out at the academy or the hospital, though I'm thinking you won't like the latter. Sick-people-smell everywhere. If you take on a job as assistant teacher for the rest of the week, it would count as a paid mission."

"Help taking care of brats?" the teen grimaced. "Well, I guess it's better than doing nothing..."

The older blond smiled gently, reaching up to twine a strand of the other's hair around his finger. It was getting rather long again. "It's just a few days. And once this mess with Iwa is over I'll take a day off and we'll get you caught up on your training."

He tugged at the his son's hair and the boy followed, leaning down to meet him in a soft kiss. After a few seconds, Naruto drew back a bit so that he could look into his father's eyes. "Promise?"

Minato nodded and stole another short kiss. "Promise."

"Good."

The word was nothing but a barely audible whisper a moment before their lips met again, the older blond's hand slipping into the nape of his son's neck and lightly running his fingers through the soft hair.

Neither of them could have said how long they remained like that, soaking in each other's presence and exchanging soft kisses, and by the time they reluctantly pulled back Naruto decided that it didn't matter anyway. He was thoroughly happy, his mind suffused with a nice, hazy warmth, and judging by the radiant smile on Minato's face, his father felt the same.

"I think the food's ready."

"Mhm. We should get up and eat."

Neither of them moved.

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Unfortunately, Minato's fears were proven spot-on over the next few days and he was up to his neck in work. Iwa insisted that Konoha's attack had been unprovoked and that the team had been unaware of passing the border. Still, they could have worked something out between themselves, but then the buffer countries in between them had started to get involved and demanded securer borders, threatening to revoke the ninja's rights to pass through their territories. It was one huge mess and the Hokage was running himself ragged trying to sort it all out.

Meanwhile, Naruto had taken on a job as assistant teacher, and his respect for the instructors had risen dramatically. He knew that he had been one troublesome kid, but these little hellions were worse for sure. In three and a half days, a Naruto fan club had managed to spring up (Though why the hell would he have a fan club? Wasn't this more Sasuke's area of expertise?), so while the girls giggled every time he so much as glanced at them, the boys were generally angry, jealous or annoying suck-ups.

He didn't like the teacher he was working with, some Chuunin named Mizuki, all that much either. That man just rubbed him the wrong way, from his sleazy smiles to the condescending tone with which he addressed Naruto. It was constantly putting the teen on edge.

Though to be fair, there were a few nice teachers as well. Hantarou Kosuke and Umino Iruka, for example, treated him like an equal and they'd had quite a few interesting conversations. Unluckily, their classes consisted of the younger years, which were mainly concentrating on theory and thus it was quite unlikely for Naruto to get an opportunity to work with them.

Nonetheless, by the time Friday afternoon rolled around and the kids ran off to enjoy their weekend, the teen was annoyed, tired and desperately hoping for some alone time with Minato. They had barely seen each other over the last three days, and if he came home at all then his father usually fell asleep right away, thoroughly exhausted. He understood that the man needed as much rest as he could get, but their lack of interaction was straining his self-control to a worrying degree. Just this morning he had been seriously tempted to hit some of the girls who had taken to following him around, and it had cost him more effort then it should have to reign himself in.

But now the day was over, he just had to clean up the room, lock the doors and then he could go home. From what he had heard through the grapevine, Iwa had agreed to work out a deal between them, so it seemed the situation had relaxed and Minato would have more time for him soon.

He sluggishly put the last of the chairs on the desks and was just locking up the classroom, when he became aware of near-silent footsteps getting closer. He recognized one of his teammate's typical gait, but was more confused than happy. What was Sasuke doing here? The blond was pretty sure that the Uchiha didn't have any business at the academy.

Putting the keys in his pocket, Naruto shrugged and decided to wait, leaning against the drab grey wall and crossing his arms over his chest. As expected, Sasuke turned the corner a few seconds later, faltering in his steps for a moment as he noticed the blond obviously waiting for him.

"Hey. How've you been?" Naruto asked, feeling at a loss about what to say and thus falling back on social niceties.

"Hn. Fine," Sasuke answered distractedly. "Kakashi got us a mission, it starts Sunday morning, 0815 at the north gates."

"Cool!" the blond exclaimed, immediately in a much better mood. "Do you know already what it is?"

The Uchiha shrugged. "Scroll retrival or something like that. But... Kakashi also said that maybe you won't yet be back on active duty by then."

For a moment, Naruto just stared in surprise, then he growled angrily. "I will be back on AD by then. Minato promised."

The dark-haired teen raised an eyebrow at that, his expression changing to one of slight disdain. "I don't know what you did to get yourself put off duty, but don't you think you should stop using your father's influence to get what you want? He won't be Hokage forever, you should stop relying on him."

Naruto bristled, his hackles rising up in the figurative as well as the literal sense. "I'm not 'using my father's influence'. He put me off duty because something with my seal came up, not because of anything I did, so do me the favour and shut the hell up."

Sasuke shrugged and took a measured step closer, seemingly untouched by the blond's anger. "Hey, I'm not saying what you're doing is bad, just that you should start looking for someone a bit... more influential. Someone who's guaranteed to stay in his position of power."

"Again: I'm not using other people's influence. All I've done I've achieved by myself." He was starting to lose his barely-there patience.

The Uchiha snorted. "Please. As if someone like you could have made Chuunin if your father hadn't been the one to make the final decision. But you know... I'm the heir of Konoha's most prominent clan. A few years down the line I'd only have to say the word and you'd be made Jounin."

"I don't know what the hell you're trying to say, but you'd better shut up right now before--"

"What, you'll run away and tell daddy?" Sasuke smirked, taking another step closer. Naruto was hard-pressed not to bare his teeth, instead settling for taking a small step back to get the other out of his personal space.

"No, I'll kick your goddamn ass from here to kingdom-come and back. What the fuck has gotten into you?!" the blond snarled, feeling the situation derailing further and further, but unable to help it.

"Nothing. I've thought about this quite a bit." Again, that infernal smirk. Naruto felt the growing urge to punch it off that pretty-boy's face. "In fact, that's why I came here. I'm proposing a deal."

"I'm not interested in your stupid deal. I'm leaving." He started to walk down the hall, but his teammate quickly got in his way, surprising the blond by actually pushing him against a wall.

"What the--"

"Listen to me, you idiot. Once I--"

The world was starting to get that familiar red tint and he felt a sickening mix of excitement, fear, and anger. He had to get away. "I don't want to listen, and I don't wanna fight you, so get the fuck out of my way!"

With a quick twist Naruto slipped past the brunet--only to be grabbed by the wrist and swung around, his back hitting the stone hard and his hands held up against the wall. He gasped in surprise, entirely unprepared for an attack seeing as he was almost completely distracted desperately trying to get a handle on his rising anger. Still, all the other's action served to achieve was that it made his rage burn that much hotter, and he clenched his eyes shut, taking a deep breath to force himself to calm down. It wouldn't do to break his teammate's arms just because of a little dispute.

"See? No Chuunin should be caught as easily as that. Now calm down and listen to me, you idiot."

Yes, breaking his teammate's arms was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Really.

"It's simple. You pledge your allegiance to me, I make you ANBU captain, or Hokage, or whatever you want to be."

But maybe he could break his fingers. Better yet, rip them off. People didn't need all ten of their fingers anyway, and there would be so much blood, painting the walls and-- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Let me go. Now."

Why was the bastard so horribly blind? Couldn't he see that the blond was barely holding back?! It made him want to rip out the other's throat even more.

"In a moment, we're not finished here yet. There's another condition, but I'm sure you won't object to it." The smirk was back, bigger and more conceited than ever, and Naruto clenched his hands (Just go away, please just go away, run, you idiot--), feeling his elongated nails almost breaking his skin.

"After all, from what I've seen, it seems like you quite like being dominated."

White-hot fire blazing through his veins, blotting out the world and narrowing it down to nothing but RAGE, so, so much, making him want to rip and tear and shred--

Unfamiliar lips, not belonging to mate, pushing against his own, hard and demanding and all wrong, gonna kill him, cut him open and rip out his intestines, and Naruto smelled ash and bamboo, sickening, way too close, want to get away, need mate, as Sasuke pressed up against him.

The blond was frozen, his senses and instincts going into overdrive as everything in him shook in revulsion and hate, and his sense of self threatened to be overwhelmed, leaving him barely able to stop himself form simply acting. He knew, if he so much as twitched a finger he wouldn't be able to hold himself back anymore, he'd attack and kill and do so in the most agonizing ways the knew.

It had happened before (a red clearing, painted with copper and life, blue eyes so worried, so frightened--). Never again.

Never, never again.

Blood was slowly running into his sleeves from where his razor sharp nails had pierced his hands, but Sasuke didn't notice as he drew back, too busy smirking in self-satisfaction (Wonder if he'd still smile like that if I ripped off his fingers and made him eat them?).

His arms fell down, hanging limply at his sides(look, now the floor is getting dirty, drip-drip-drip), the second the Uchiha released him and stepped back, but he didn't react, kept on staring straight ahead, anything to not have to look at the other, to pretend this was nothing but a nightmare and he'd wake up right--

"Well, that wasn't as bad as I had expected your first kiss to be like. Maybe you do have hidden talents after all. (Can I just bash in his teeth? Please? Want to hear him scream so badly--) I have to go now, but we'll... 'talk' more tomorrow. Glad we had this conversation."

He wanted to scream. He wanted to rage, destroy, hit something until it broke into a million pieces, let all this horrible, acrid fury free, get it off so he could at least breathe again, but... But. School. People.

He had to get away.

A second later, the hallway was empty.

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Well... huh. Hope it wasn't too bad. I'm just no good at writing fights. -sigh-

Shi