The Price of Love

Chapter 3



Shikaku woke up early the next day. It was a Monday and a rare day as it was. It was the day that he and Minato had off. How cool was that? It had seemed forever that the two of them could spend some time together.



And he intended to use the time wisely. But first, comes the small thing of snuggling within the arms of a naked Minato in their heavenly bedroom.



No truly, it was like heaven. The doors were painted like heavenly gates opening to welcome you, sky blue with misty clouds floating around the room. The floor had its own far away land and sea. The bed was white and lacy –like one large cloud. The rest of the furniture was painted either blue with white, or just white itself.



This was Shikaku’s favorite room. In this small room, the outside world does not matter. There was only the two of them. Only the sleeping man and the love they shared.



This was their little piece of heaven on earth.



Heaven was right. He thought blushing, as he remembered the passionate dance they performed in between those lacy sheets.



He could not remember how they moved from the lounge to the bedroom. All that remained in his mind, was the gentle rocking of the bed, the feel of the tan skin, wet with sweat and smelt like desire and the overwhelming heat that burnt his very being.



He remembered the lips kissing his lips swollen, then those very lips sucking his tender and erected nipples. The twirl of the tongue, the hands sliding down to stroke his pubic hair, but not his penis, always a teaser. Then the sliding of his tongue all the way down, past Shikaku’s six pack, down his navel, and then the licking of his manhood. The tongue had graceful moved up and then sensually down to the tip, he even slided in between the foreskin flap. By then Shikaku was no longer thinking a thing. His brain had gone on strike and he was left to fend for himself against a sex god and his wicked lips and sinful hands. Of course not to forget the ten inch penis, pulsing with need and achingly full, ready to send Shikaku to heaven and back again.



Oh, he can still feel that hot breath, see that certain smirk that he has bent Shikaku to his will, melted him down to goo. He then had the nerve, to swallow Shikaku’s penis whole, humming away a song, that he was to far gone to recognized. Then there was the fingers, oh god the fingers.



It was one finger curiously probing around his anus, its muscles twitching and convulsing around that digit must have excited Minato a little too much because it became two then three. Searching and finding till…bingo…he had gasped so loudly and panted even more with need.



One hit, a moan, a second a groan, third hit….that was it! Begging!



“MINATO UZUMAKI! F*CK ME NOW OR PAY!”



Ah, make that demand.



That when the real fun began. With his prostate hit with deadly accuracy very much like the Chief’s target practice. He was let say this bluntly, pounded into the mattress, Not that he was complaining or anything.



I mean with words like “Harder” or sentences like “Oh yeah, I like it like that” you get the point.



Minato had a stamina that Shikaku small as he was could keep up. The sheets was saturated with cum and sliding bodies slithering against each other, Cries of “AHHHHHHHHHHH” “OHHHHHHHH” and hands screwing up sheets and other hands holding down arching hips.



Damn that man! He wasn’t even sure he was gay! Actually, he didn’t even get a say!



Come to think of it, he really didn’t have much of a say about the relationship or any aspect of it. Just like how it started…wait ….he didn’t even know it started before he was in the thick of it and Minato had introduced him as his boyfriend to his two god fathers, Iruka Umino and Kakashi Hatake, a couple themselves.



That was a major shock to his system, and he wasn’t sure he had recovered from that completely yet. He may never recover from it at all.



Really, how can a man whose motto and catch phase was “how troublesome” be such a whirlwind in his life?



Minato has an attitude too much like his own father, much to his chargin. Passionate about his personal affairs but mundane things or work related things is far “too troublesome” for the genius with a over 200 IQ. Go figures!



Let say it makes work a whole lot harder.



Sometimes, Shikaku wonders if Minato does it on purpose just to push his buttons, ut then again it might just be him.



“Hmph, why do I even bother?” he sigh softly.



It wasn’t soft enough.



“Beacause you love me, that why” came the sultry reply.



Damnit, Minato heard!



“Did you want me to show you how much?”



Shikaku was speechless and red as a tomato….also he was saved by the bell.



The doorbell that is….



“I get that.” And he gracefully escaped from the lion’s lair.



There was a courier with four big cardboard boxes at the door.



“Two deliveries: One for a Mr. Minato Uzumaki and another one for Mr. Shikaku Nara”