Himitsu no Ai

Who’s back from an over year long stint from writing Naruto fanfiction? That’s right, meeeee! *dances around like an idiot* I haven’t been keeping up with the fandom at all! To be quite honest after episode 31 of the Shippuuden everything just kind of died for me. But today I got a swift kick in the butt and decided to put on my writer’s hat again for this fandom and started to write. I blame one person, the person I always blame for my blantant Naruto love kemonomichi. It’s all her fault. I started talking about how I wanted to work on Naruto fiction, I started looking up clips and updates and upon finding out the fourth Hokage’s name, that was it, I had to write.

So, on with the fic? See you all at the bottom!


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It had been a long day of deliberation. All of the leaders of the different villages were tired. Minato was slumped against the window sill, looking out at the busy village of Suna. Dressed impeccably in his ever present white coat, his Hokage’s hat and his typical underdress of a black shirt, green vest, black pants and sandals he sighed. Bored. He hated being away from home.


Sliding off his hat, he dropped into the empty Kazekage chair and rocked back and forth in the seat in a way to try and entertain himself. He was alone in the room, all the other leaders had retired to their residences for the evening and he had decided to stay because he just loved to annoy Reizou, the fourth Kazekage. However, said auburn haired male had some important business to attend to and left in a hurry with one, simple order. “Don’t touch anything.” As if he was going to listen. Rules were boring.


Minato began to rifle through the drawers in the other’s desk, finding nothing of interest as he searched. Papers, scrolls, discarded calligraphy brushes, folders… How dull. He tried one last drawer, finding it locked he rose a brow, now this was interesting. He struggled for a long moment, trying to force it open before finding a clip of some kind and simply picked the lock. He had to find out!


Yanking the drawer open, Minato found a goldmine of blackmail material. In a pile, bound in ribbon, were dozens of love letters, at least three pages long each. Reizou and Kurura must have a strong relationship… He found himself pondering as he pulled out the precious pile, set it on the desk and untied the knot in the ribbon. He found one letter, yellowed with age, and plucked it from the pile. Propping his feet up on the desk he began to read with interest.


My dearest Reizou, I write this letter to you with a deep longing in my heart. Even now as I write this, knowing you are off, fighting to protect Suna from outside dangers I cannot bear being so far from you. I long for your gentle touch, your passionate kisses and the words, so sweet, so forbidden, you whisper in my ear when we are entangled together.

You hide your caring nature behind a rough, callous façade that I have a deep hatred for when I witness it. It makes me weep with great sadnesss to know that we must hide our love from the world. I wish to run to you in those times, when I fear for the life you must have, sworn to protect those who give nothing in return. I wish to comfort you, to lay with you, to cradle you against my breast and whisper to you that everything will be alright. To give you the solace I know only I can give you.

Do you remember the day we met? Beloved Reizou… We were just children, competing together in the chuunin exams. Our eyes met and the second I saw you I knew you were the one I wished to spend my life with. But you must pretend to hate me, to use me, because our love must never be known at such a crucial time as this. You are ascending to the role of Kazekage, and honour for the village, such an honour, to have such a proud, strong and fearless leader. I only hope that one day I can make you as proud as you have made me.

It pains me, deep in my soul, in my heart, to know that I alone, carry the burden of love in our relationship. That the only way we can communicate is through secret letters, the only way we can be together is with stolen kisses, rushed, unfulfilled love.

I long for the day when I can take you in my arms, kiss you fully without fear of being caught, of being told what to do. That day is coming, soon, and when it does I will weep in joy, uncaring of how soft, how naieve and how womanly it will make me seem. In that time, I will take you in my arms and kiss you in full view of the public.

Do you miss me too, beloved? Do you keep the letters I write you, just as I keep yours? Hidden in a box under my bed so I can read them every night before I sleep and imagine you with me. Imagine your arms encircling me, pulling me close, breathing in your scent, feeling your heart pound against mine. Oh, how I long for those days. To feel your lips against mine in a ghost of a kiss, to feel you slide inside of me, claiming me as your own. Oh, how I tremble as I write these words, Reizou, how I want you, with me now…


Jumping at a hand on his shoulder, Minato’s head snapped up and he looked to the side, seeing hazel eyes and auburn hair. The only words he could think of were ‘oh shit’. A Kazekage hat slid atop the Hokage hat and deft fingers slid against the paper, plucking it from Minato’s hands as the other frowned and placed the letter in its exact spot in the pile, retied the ribbon and slid the letters into his drawer and slammed it shut.


“I never knew you were such a sentimental man, Reizou.” Minato said, a wry smirk taking his lips as he stood, eyes widening as he was slammed against a nearby wall.


“You think everything is here for your pleasure!? You act so carefree, you’re like a child!” Reizou spat, his eyes glaring into Minato’s sparkling blue ones.


“Mou.” Minato pouted, pushing Reizou away from him, “I was shocked, that’s all, it isn’t a bad thing at all.” He said simply, brushing off his coat before sliding it off, he draped it over the desk, hooking his fingers into the front of his pants, walking away from Reizou.


He leaned against the wall, peering at the other in contemplation, lip pursed in thought. He tilted his head, watching as the other male paced back and forth, clearly agitated, be it because he kept the love letters, or because he was caught. He gave only a moment’s notice to gather attention as he raced towards the older male, leaping into the air, legs and arms wrapping around the elder as their lips came together in a passionate kiss.


The auburn haired male clawed at the vest, divesting the blonde haired male of the vest and flinging it across the room. Minato’s back hit the wall as his body was hitched higher, his head fell back and he clawed at the wall. Finding a hidden latch, the two fell into a secret room and down upon a bed.


“I didn’t think you’d keep them.” Minato groaned, managing to slide off Reizou’s top, “I’ve missed you, Rei-chan.” He breathed, crying out and arching when Reizou bit down on his neck.


“It’s been nearly a year since I’ve last seen you, I could hardly wait until today, Minato.” Reizou said, sliding Minato’s shirt off, working on his pants, impatient.


Soon, both were nude, pressing against each other longingly, hands sliding over muscular, sweat sheened bodies. Reizou located the lubricant, kissing his lover deeply, his fingers growing slick with lubricant he spread Minato’s legs, fingers rubbing against Minato’s entrance before sliding in.


Minato arched, groaning happily as his head fell back, blonde hair sticking to his face, his head falling side to side as he whispered to Reizou how good it felt. He drew up Reizou’s free hand and nipped at the fingers sucking them past his lips with a loud noise of pleasure. Reizou shuddered, mouth falling open as he added a second and third finger, stretching Minato as patiently he could. Minato was so tight, clenching around him, he withdrew his fingers, stroking his erection as he slicked it, grippedd the base and slid in with a hitched breath.


Minato cried out as he was breached, hands encircling Reizou’s shoulders, clawing at the pale, smooth shoulders. Reizou hushed the younger male, slowly beginning to thrust. Minato’s legs wrapped around Reizou’s body, pulling him in deeper and deeper. It had been too long… He hid his face in Reizou’s neck, panting and squirming, crying out softly on each thrust.


“You feel so good, Mii-chan.” Reizou groaned, “so tight around me… God, its been so long.”


“I’m not going to last…” Minato warned, everything was so sensitive, his back bowed and he screamed loudly when Reizou hit his sweet spot. “You feel so good!”


“I’m not going to last long either.” Reizou assured, hand reaching up to stroke Minato’s hair, kissing the other sweetly on his lips.


They moved in tandem, their rhythm fast, deep and loving, pressed so tightly together they were almost one being. Minato whimpered, whined and pleaded – only Reizou could make him this way; so wanton and submissive. It didn’t take long, Minato’s hand wrapped around his need as he stroked eagerly, pleading for Reizou to take him harder, deeper…


Minato succumbed first, gasping out Reizou’s name his essence pulsing over his fingers as he fell slack against the bed. Groaning when Reizou pulled out of him and ejaculated on his stomach before sliding next to him, pulling Minato into his arms. Minato sighed happily, snuggling into Reizou’s arms, listening to his heart beating.


Reizou’s lips curled into a rare smile as he pressed a kiss atop the mop of blonde hair. He breathed in the scent of freshly cut grass and the faintest hint of honeysuckle flowers Minato always smelled like. So different from his own scent which was that of hot desert air and freshly kindling wood. Minto lifted his head and kissed Reizou’s lips gently before settling in and yawning. Reizou sighed, his eyes falling shut and he fell into a deep, fulfilling sleep.


The next morning, Reizou woke, stretching an arm out for Minato to pull him close, instead he found an empty pillow. He sat up slowly, finding an envelope wrapped ribbon. A smile came to his lips and he picked up the note, opening the letter and laying back to read it.


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Naruto sat in Gaara’s chair, rifling through his lover’s things, he rose a brow when he found a locked drawer. Rifling a bit more he found a hidden key and unlocked the drawer. He found a pile of aged love letters, wrapped in red ribbon and with a simple dried Gardenia resting atop the pile of papers. Gardenia, the flower symbol of secret love, why would Gaara have this?


He picked up a note, reading it with a quirked brow, he flipped through the notes, seeing them all signed by the same name. His eyes widened as he put two and two together.


Gaara was going to flip.


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~~Mina