Original Sin

Warnings: See first chapter

I'm not quite satisfied with it, especially the end of the chapter feels rushed, but oh well. Initially I had planned to include a scene with Naruto's team here, but the stupid thing just got too long, so I decided to cut it now and just post it. Nothing really happens, but some of the backgrounds are explained and there's lots and lots of MinaNaru, so I think it's not too bad.

Please tell me what you think! I really appreciate your reviews. They get me all warm and fuzzy XD

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DetoxAngel: I don't know whether you'll come back to read this, but there really is no other way to reach you. Thank you so, SO much for you review! I couldn't believe it when I read your name - you've been my hero for months now! XD Your story 'What he needs' and the challenge you issued is what caused me to write this in the first place. I'm really happy you like it.

Elli n Ella: Well... XD *feels bowled over* I never would have expected to get a review like that. Really, just wow. Thank you so much. *bows* I'm working on a continuation of the story right now, although I'm not sure how much plot will be left over when I'm finished with the second chapter. There's really nothing but smut, now that I think about it... *drop*

To the other reviewers: Thank you! ^___^ Each single one of you is making my day.

Also, it really amused me that many of you were so shocked that this was the first lemon I wrote. It's indeed the first I wrote - but that doesn't mean I haven't read tons of them before. *grin*
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Something was wrong.

At least, it felt like something was wrong. Or not? His finely attuned senses told him that there was no danger, and still... He shifted a bit, a light frown settling on his features. He felt hot and his heartbeat was slightly accelerated, but there was no blanket on him. Weird. Had he fallen asleep on the couch in his office? No, he was pretty sure he had gone home. He had taken a bath with Naruto and--... right, Naruto. He had--they had--shit, just what was he supposed to do now?

Maybe if he kept his eyes closed and went back to sleep, everything that happened yesterday would turn out to be a pleasant but fictional dream? That would be nice. Or no, maybe not. Well, at least it would make things less complicated. But getting back to that strange heat...

Someone was touching him. And judging from what his sleep-addled brain was trying to tell him, it probably was Naruto. He sighed as rough hands slowly stroked down his naked chest and to the hem of his boxers, wondering when his son was going to shake him awake. His internal clock was telling him that it was around six in the morning and he wondered why the hell Naruto was awake already, but he was kind of thankful for it, too. He'd have to be at his office in two hours and if it wasn't for his son he was quite sure he would have overslept. But now that he had so much time he could--

His thoughts derailed and crashed as he felt his boxers being tugged down carefully.

He should open his eyes right now, get his underwear back on properly and tell Naruto that they couldn't do this. In fact, he shouldn't have let the teen into his bed in the first place, but he didn't have the will to refuse his son last night. He was regretting that choice now, because despite what his brain was telling him, his body didn't move, not as he was divested of his last piece of clothing and not as hands smaller than his own closed around his awakening arousal.

A low groan was wrenched from him as Naruto started to stroke him up and down, his body involuntarily tensing at the pleasure tingling in his stomach. He really should open his eyes and tell Naruto to leave. Now.

"I know you're awake, Dad." A tongue licked along his erection and he whimpered. "And I really only wanted to know what it tastes like, but now that you're up anyway..."

Minato's eyes snapped open as he felt a slick heat envelop him and he met Naruto's gaze, the azure blue smouldering with passion and need. His pupils widened as he stared at his son slowly, deliberately going down on him, sliding more and more of Minato's arousal into his mouth. He felt like his brain had short-circuited, unable to think of anything but the glorious sight before him, unable to avert his eyes or even open his mouth to protest(moan and beg for more).

He was faintly aware of his hands trembling (and really, wasn't he supposed to have more self-control then that?), but then Naruto went back up, dragging his tongue along the shaft before swirling it around the head and Minato couldn't do anything to stop himself from arching his back, a choked groan escaping him. The teen grinned roguishly and did it again, his eyes never leaving the man's flushed face and heated gaze. He loved the salty and slightly bitter taste on his tongue, the way he could make Minato pant and moan, the fact that even while blushing with embarrassment his father couldn't tear his eyes away from what Naruto was doing.

He nudged his father's thigh and happily laid himself flat on his stomach, only propped up on his elbows, as Minato readily complied with his wishes and opened his legs further. He had been a bit unsure about doing this, after all, who knew how his father would react to a surprise like this? But now he was panting and moaning beneath Naruto and the teen grinned mischievously before taking the arousal before him into his mouth again, thinking that he really could get used to being able to make Minato flush and groan like that.

His nails left little red crescents in his father's thighs as the man strained against Naruto's hold and the teen couldn't help but think that there was something incredibly arousing about the idea of marking Minato. Thanks to Kyuubi the hickeys on his own body had long since faded, but his father's would stay for days on end...

A positively wicked grin lit up Naruto's face as he released Minato's cock, ignoring the man's frustrated whimper, and instead went for the right inner thigh. He remembered very well how incredible his father's ministrations had felt yesterday and he thought it was high time to return the favour. He shuffled down a bit and started just above the man's knee, following the line of a thin scar with little bites and licks, delighted by the way Minato began to squirm beneath him.

Naruto's mouth left several reddened patches of skin in its wake, some nearly violet, some barely visible, and when he reached the man's hip bone he stopped and proudly looked upon his work. The reddened skin marked a clear trail and he itched to follow it over and over again, but then Minato bucked his hips and whined his son's name and really, how could Naruto resist that?

He closed his hands around his father's cock in a firm grip and began to stroke it up and down again, smiling at the little gasps and groans he got for his effort. He let his tongue just barely skim over the head of Minato's arousal before leaning down and sucking at the base of his shaft, curiously wandering lower to lick at his father's balls while his hands continued their work.

Minato groaned and threw his head back, his hands clenching in the sheets beside him. He wanted nothing more than to bury them in Naruto's hair, to push his son's mouth onto his cock just the way he liked it, to thrust up and-- "Ahh!" Somewhere in between biting back pleas for more and fantasising about what else he could do with Naruto's cute little mouth he had closed his eyes, and thus it came as a complete surprise when his son's lips closed around the head of his arousal again, his fingers stroking in a harder, faster rhythm.

Despite Naruto's hold Minato's hips arched off the bed, a choked moan being wrenched from his throat as his son's tongue pressed against his slit. God, he felt like he was burning up, the heartbeat in his ears sounding like drums as his fingers clenched painfully tight around the sheets. He stared transfixed as his cock vanished again and again in between red lips, his chest heaving with gasping breaths and his stomach muscles tensing with the building heat.

Naruto breathed heavily through his nose, learning for the first time that it was rather difficult to breathe evenly when you had something so large in your mouth. Not that he was complaining, because the taste and feel made more than up for it. He went down again, for the first time noting with dismay that he could barely fit half of Minato's cock into his mouth. Wasn't there a way to get in more? He thought about it for a minute, stubbornly ignoring how his hands wanted to creep down to his own prominent arousal, and came to the conclusion that he would simply have to ask his father.

His mouth came off with a 'pop' and he blinked in surprise at the sound, his quiet giggle getting drowned out by Minato's frustrated groan. He waited until he was sure he had his father's attention and that the other was coherent enough to understand him, then he asked. "Hey Dad? How can I get you all the way into my mouth? It's possible, right?"

Minato stared. He opened his mouth, closed it again, then nodded silently, trying to wrap his mind around what his son had just asked. Naruto wanted to... to... deep-throat him? He whimpered, his thoughts becoming hazy as the sentence repeated itself over and over again, gratuitously supplemented with several mental images of his son's mouth sliding all the way down to the base of Minato's cock.

Naruto grinned a bit smugly as he watched his father blush heavily, a sort of glazed look entering the cobalt blue eyes. Seemed like he approved of the idea. Still, in order to do anything he first needed some instructions. He raked his nails over Minato's thigh, repeating his question as the other's gaze snapped back into focus, "So? How do I do it?"

Minato took a deep breath, trying to get his thoughts in order to tell Naruto what to do. Still, every time he even thought about it the images came back and it took a considerable amount of his control to stutter out the words. "You--uhm, you... you have to relax your throat and depending on how strong your gag reflex is go faster or slower. You can't breathe when my-- uhm... when-- when you're doing it, so you have to take a deep breath beforehand. And... yeah. Just... be careful. Make sure you don't gag. And keep your throat relaxed or you could hurt yourself."

The teen watched in growing amusement as Minato's already flushed cheeks became a startling shade of scarlet while he talked, but he refrained from teasing his father, as tempting as it was. Instead he shot him a brief smile and then concentrated on the task at hand. Propping himself up a bit more he licked his lips, wondering if he would be able to do this on his first try.

His lips slid down along the shaft just like before, but this time when he felt the tip against the back of his throat he didn't stop but slowly continued pushing, wanting to see how far he could force it. For a few seconds it seemed alright, it felt weird like swallowing really slowly, but no pain or anything. Then, suddenly, his whole throat contracted as his gag reflex set in and he drew back, coughing and spluttering. Damn.

"Fuck, Naruto! Are you alright?"

Minato's body had been as tense as a coiled spring as the heat around him got even tighter, more intense, and it had been all he could do to stop himself from thrusting up, but then Naruto had gaged and he immediately sat up, feeling as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on him. Damn, what had he been thinking, allowing his son to do that? What if Naruto had hurt himself? He started to run the fingers of his left hand through his son's hair, the other rubbing soothing circles on the teen's back.

"Damn, I'm so sorry. Let's just forget about that and--"

"No!"

Naruto met his father's concerned gaze stubbornly, refusing to stop trying just because he didn't get it the first time. "I'm sure I can do it. Just lay back and let me try!"

"But--"

"Nope. Lay down. Let me try. If I mess up again I'll stop, okay?"

Minato bit his lip, unsure what to do. Naruto seemed really sure he could do it, but then again, his son had never been lacking in the self-confidence department. He still hadn't decided as his son's hand simply pushed against his chest and forced him to lay down again, and by the time he made up his mind it didn't really matter anymore anyway because the teen's mouth was back on his cock and coherent thought became once again increasingly difficult to manage.

Naruto pondered how to this, since slow obviously hadn't worked. Should he just push it all the way down in one go? Then he shrugged mentally, took a deep breath, relaxed his throat as much as he could (he hadn't ever used those muscles consciously before, so he wasn't quite sure he was successful) and just did it.

Above him, Minato gave a loud moan that trailed of into a whimper, his whole body trembling with the effort of keeping still. God, it was so hot, so tight... He let go of the sheets and instead clutched at the headboard above him, his eyes wide and his heart racing as he stared at the sight before him. His son's eyes were nearly closed, little tears collecting at their corners, his mouth stretched wide open around his cock. Minato felt like he couldn't get enough air, like he was drowning in heat, the whole world reduced to this single moment. Fuck, he needed more so badly.

Naruto's throat hurt a bit and he couldn't breathe, but he managed to suppress the urge to gag and mentally crowed in triumph. He knew he could do it! Physically, his elation expressed itself with a pleased hum, and he was even more pleased with the reaction that got. His father positively writhed beneath him, a pained, almost begging whimper being forced from his throat. The teen secured his hold on his father's hips - he would rather not have Minato lose control and move suddenly - and did it again before drawing back, pausing a second to take another breath and pushing down again, mentally grinning at the way his father's voice began to rise in volume.

"Ohhh fuck, Naruto, so good! Just like that, feels so great, oh god--aahhhnnn...d-damn, please..."

The teen shuddered as his father's words became incoherent, intermixed with desperate sobs and pleas for more. His heart was beating like crazy, his whole body flushed and just begging to be touched, but he didn't have a hand free and he whimpered, squirming against the bed sheet to get at least some kind of friction as he went down on his father again and again.

His eyes continued to water from the strain of resisting the urge to gag and tear tracks ran down his cheeks, mingling with the saliva dripping down Minato's shaft. Naruto absently thought that this was kind of messy, but all brain activity was put on hold as he lifted his gaze from where he had been watching what he was doing and caught sight of his father's face screwed up in mind-numbing pleasure, moans and praises continuing to spill over his lips. The teen paused in his movement, only to swallow reflexively as he got his father's arousal stuck halfway down his throat. He was not prepared for the scream that followed, or the hands suddenly in his hair forcing him down onto Minato's cock again.

For a moment he was so surprised that he resisted his father's hands, tried to get free, but then he understood what was going on and relaxed, allowing Minato to guide him and trusting him to be careful. He lifted his eyes and found the other's gaze again, blue sinking into blue as the older of the two slowly started to move Naruto's head up and down, hips thrusting just a little to aid the motion. The teen's head was spinning, the mixture of this incredible scene and the feeling of giving up all control to Minato so completely making a tight heat coil in his stomach and almost without his conscious decision his hand started to sneak down his own body, brushing over his nipples and stomach before it settled on his hard arousal.

He groaned throatily as he started to stroke himself, the heat changing to bubbling lava, and he began to actively work on Minato again, rubbing his tongue against the shaft and stepping up their rhythm a bit, making his father's breath hitch. His end was approaching rapidly, the kink of the situation getting to him bad enough that he was nearly as aroused as his father, the dizziness and the feel of Minato's cock sliding in and out of his mouth only adding to the heat. He hadn't thought it was possible to get this worked up without even being touched, but here he was, panting and gasping for breath when he could, moaning like crazy when he couldn't.

His throat was beginning to feel weird, sort of numb like an overtaxed muscle, and he unconsciously swallowed again while his hand stroked faster, his body skirting along the edge of his orgasm. Minato sort of gasp-screamed and suddenly Naruto found his nose pressed against skin, lips closing around the base of the arousal buried all the way inside his throat.

"Naruto!!"

The salty taste the teen had almost gotten used to exploded in his mouth, much stronger than before and he gave a helpless whimper as the tension in his stomach finally snapped, his nails leaving deep gashes in Minato's thighs as his body succumbed to the onslaught of dizzying ecstasy. He tried to gasp for air but couldn't, hastily drawing back before his father's come could make him choke, ignoring the way some of the stuff got on his face.

He felt lightheaded and satisfied and most of all happy in a way he had never quite been before, even as he slumped bonelessly onto the body beneath him, heedless of how sticky he was getting himself. His vision was swimming and he thought that if he ever had to move it would still be too soon. His head was laying on his father's stomach and the sound of their heavy panting was the only thing that filled the room, both too exhausted to even begin to think of words.

Minato wasn't sure how long he just laid there, waiting for his breath to even out and for his brain to start working again as little aftershocks buzzed through his body, making his fingers twitch occasionally as if to grab onto something. And even as he slowly began to come down from his high all he was really capable of thinking was That was incredible. It took Naruto's hand searching out his own and linking their fingers together to snap him out of his daze at least partially, the heavy scent of sex in the air and the weight on top of him doing nothing to help with getting his ability to speak back.

He laboriously propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Naruto, who still had his eyes closed and seemed content to drop back off to sleep. For a few long moments Minato just stared, feeling strangely elated and ashamed at the same time as he watched a spatter of white slowly run down his son's flushed cheek. Then Naruto opened his eyes and the man found himself captivated once again, the familiar blue eyes positively glowing with happiness and contentment.

Pink lips gradually stretched into a wide smile, and then the teen got up on his knees and crawled up his father's body until they were chest to chest, where he laid down again. Minato's hands came up and started to rub Naruto's back up and down in firm caresses as the teen leaned down and initiated a slow kiss tasting of salt, sweat and sex. Minato knew that he should be more worried, feel guiltier for what they had done, but it was really difficult to dredge up any kind of negative emotions when his son's tongue sneakily slipped into his mouth and so he didn't even bother to try.

Naruto eeped when his father suddenly rolled them over and he found himself pressed into the mattress, but that quickly changed into a satisfied hum when a tongue started plundering his mouth. He loosely laid his arms over Minato's shoulders, his eyes slowly closing so that he was able to concentrate better on the feelings coursing through him. There was heat, of course, the kiss more than enough to make his teenage body yearn for more once again, but also something different, something harder to describe. If he had been forced to give it a name he would have said it felt like Minato. Warm and caring and needy, but also just a little bit cautious, as if his father held the most precious thing in the entire world in his arms and was afraid of breaking it.

Well, Naruto was not going to break and he was not going to let go of what they had anytime soon. He tightened his hold and slipped his right leg between Minato's thighs, smiling against the other's lips as the action elicited a surprised gasp from the man. Slowly but surely their kiss turned from languid but intense to deep and heated, especially as the teen started to rub his thigh against his father's crotch. Each near-silent groan rumbling in Minato's chest sent another frisson of excitement through Naruto's body and he grinned, happily thinking that it seemed like it would be quite a while before they managed to get out of bed.

Minato knew they had to get up and face the real world sometime soon, but for now he was more than content to stay here and ravish his son for a few more minutes (although he was starting to wonder who was ravishing whom here, considering Naruto's leg pressed insistently against his re-awakening arousal and the teen's hands were kneading his back). He was just about to let his own hands start to wander when a shrill ringing suddenly filled the room, making them both jump in shock and whip around to stare at the source of the atrocious sound - Minato's alarm clock.

Naruto relaxed back against the mattress with a frustrated groan while his father muttered a few explicit curses and reached over to shut off the alarm. Still, the mood was thoroughly broken and the man rolled off the teen and sat up, sighing regretfully as he looked at the smaller blond glaring poutily at the clock.

"Come on.", he poked the teen's side, a brief smile flitting over his face as Naruto squirmed and redirected his pout-glare at him. "You have to meet your team at eight, don't you? It's already quarter to seven."

"Mou..." The teen sat up and sidled up to him, throwing his arms around Minato's shoulders once again and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. "But that's still over an hour away! Can't we stay in bed just a little bit longer?"

Minato outright grinned at that, but still shook his head. "Sorry, but we both need a shower. We're kind of a mess." And to demonstrate that he reached up and rubbed his fingertips against Naruto's cheek, then showed the younger blond the few drops of white that now stuck to them.

To say that Naruto was not happy would have been an understatement, but he also knew a lost fight when he saw one and so gave up with a disappointed sigh. Still, if he had to go meet his team with his body drowning in unsatisfied teenage hormones he'd make damn sure that Minato would suffer a bit, too. He grabbed his father's hand and held it up to his face as if to study the stuff on it, but instead of just looking he leaned over and closed his lips around the calloused fingertips, feeling quite smug as the older blond breathed in sharply. He flicked the tip of his tongue against the fingers, humming low in his throat at the familiar musky taste, and met the other's eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze, wordlessly inviting him in for more.

Minato whimpered quietly, spell-bound by the kinky sight of his son treating his fingers like a popsicle. Everything in him was urging him to lean forward and claim those deliciously full lips as his own, but the time... Naruto slowly drew back until only just the other's fingertips were inside his mouth, then he grinned brightly and rubbed his tongue against them, feeling rather accomplished when Minato swore and snatched his hand back, then pounced on the teen and proceeded to map out the younger one's mouth with his tongue.

Unfortunately, the alarm decided at that moment to announce rather loudly that five minutes had passed and Naruto hissed angrily, mentally swearing to get rid of that thing and if it was the last thing he did as his father let go of him.

"Would you be very mad if I killed your clock?"

Minato chuckled at his son's question and answered with a slightly lewd grin. "Well, as long as you promise to wake me up every morning like today I think I don't really need it."

Naruto blushed lightly, the innuendo clear to him although it was more in his father's eyes than in his words, and replied with a grin the mirror image of the other's, "I guess I could do that. Although you are more than welcome to wake me up as well..."

The older of the two grinned again, but instead of leaning in for another kiss like the teen had hoped, Minato got up and tugged his underwear back into place, grimacing at the mess all over him. Naruto saw the expression and snickered while he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, quite unashamed of his nakedness.

"You know..." He leaned against his father's side and poked a wet patch on his boxers. "You need to take a shower too, so wouldn't it save time if we'd just share one?"

Minato laughed quietly and ruffled his son's hair, ignoring the other's indignant 'Hey!'. "As tempting as that sounds, I fear that if I get into that shower too we'll both be late for sure. Now hurry up and take your shower, I want to check your arm before breakfast."

"Oooookay, if you insist. But you don't know what you're missing out on!", Naruto proudly declared before strutting from the room, only stopping in the doorway for a second to throw his father a saucy wink over his shoulder.

Minato smiled and let himself slump back onto the bed as he heard the door to the bathroom fall shut, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. It was ridiculously easy to allow himself to think this was normal, after all, their easy banter was there just like before, the way they smiled at each other, how casually they allowed the other to touch. Was it really that morally wrong what they were doing? Nobody was getting hurt, nothing happened they didn't both want and it made them happy. No, he didn't know about Naruto, but it made him more than happy. It made him complete again. It filled a part of his life that had been empty for so long that he had forgotten something was supposed to be there in the first place.

It felt good. Overwhelmingly, heart-wrenchingly, impossibly good. And no matter what doubts or fears were gnawing at him, he knew he would do literally anything to keep this. It kind of scared him, this urge to ruthlessly protect what was his, no matter what he had to sacrifice in the process, but it also reassured him because he knew that at least Naruto would always be safe.

With another heavy sigh he got to his feet and left for the kitchen. He had a breakfast to prepare.

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Twenty minutes later Minato was sitting at their kitchen table and sipping at a cup of coffee. He hadn't bothered to get dressed considering he'd just get his clothes dirty too, and was now waiting for Naruto to leave the bathroom, since the sound of water had stopped a few minutes ago. Half of him was busy thinking about all the paperwork he would have to do today and trying to come up with a good excuse as to why he had left his office without notifying anyone, while the other half of him was trying to drive away the mental images from this morning that were stubbornly attempting to make him go and check whether his son was dressed yet.

A few minutes later almost silent footsteps alerted him to the fact that Naruto was finally finished, but instead of entering the room the teen seemed to stop in the doorway. Minato took another sip from his cup and wondered why his son wasn't coming closer, though he didn't turn around to acknowledge the other's presence.

Naruto was leaning against the doorway, for once allowing himself to do nothing but simply look at his father. He admired the broad shoulders littered with faded scars, the black Anbu tattoo a stark black against bronze skin on the other's arm, drunk in the sight of the man's strong back and the lean muscles speaking of years and years of conditioning. Still, his favourite part was probably Minato's neck, the only patch of skin entirely scar-free. It was lean and smooth and sexy in a way he wasn't quite sure how to put into words, the nameless feeling of mine making him want nothing more than to mark that perfect skin.

And, he realized with a start, in contrast to just two days ago there was absolutely nothing stopping him from going ahead and doing it.

Delighted by this revelation he grinned and sauntered into the room, stopping behind the other's chair and throwing his arms around the naked shoulders with a cheery, "Good morning!"

Minato leaned his head back against the teen's collar bone, absently noticing that the other hadn't put on a shirt and was only wearing his pants, and smiled up at him, greeting him with a quiet "Hey."

Naruto's smile fell a bit as he realized the other's mood. Not exactly sad, but kind of subdued, worried. Now that wouldn't do. He pressed a kiss against the other's neck and hummed low in his throat, tightening his hold around the broad shoulders. He stayed like that, his lips brushing against his father's throat with every word. "What's wrong? You were fine twenty minutes ago."

Minato shivered lightly, the sensation of lips brushing over his skin enough to noticeably accelerate his heartbeat. Still, Naruto's question made the heavy feeling in his stomach all the worse and he frowned as he realized it was dread. Not because of what they had, but because he was afraid it wouldn't be able to last. Sooner or later they would be found out and then... He couldn't even begin to imagine everything that would happen.

"Stop worrying."

The command was whispered against his skin and accompanied by a hot tongue travelling from the hollow behind his ear down his throat, making goosebumps appear all over his arms. His neck had always been especially sensitive and now he couldn't quite suppress a groan as teeth nibbled at the juncture where nape met shoulders. He could feel Naruto smiling and the corners of his lips lifted involuntarily, mirroring his son's expression as his left hand reached behind and threaded through the teen's wet hair. Still, his voice was a strange mix of quiet amusement and tired resignation as he replied, "Easier said than done."

Naruto hummed noncommittally, his mouth busy creating dark red hickeys which probably wouldn't fade for days, and grinned as he felt Minato shiver noticeably. He detached himself long enough to murmur "I guess I'll just have to distract you.", then lightly bit down on Minato's earlobe, extremely glad that he remembered so much from Icha Icha as his father whimpered a little and leaned his head to the side, giving Naruto easier access to his neck.

The teen's mouth was hot on Minato's chilled skin and he allowed himself to sink into the sensation, his hand pressing against the back of Naruto's head encouragingly while his other clenched around his mug. He closed his eyes as his son's lips wandered along his jaw, then willingly turned his head to meet the other in a slow, deep kiss. It felt surreal in a way, sitting here in the kitchen and letting the teen's tongue explore his mouth, allowing Naruto to set the pace of the kiss since he was still new to the whole thing.

He set the mug down on the table, freeing his hand, which he then settled over Naruto's arm. The teen in turn tightened his hold and Minato smiled, getting a bit more active and pushing his tongue against his son's, a part of him still marvelling at the fact that this was possible at all. They were both panting a bit when Naruto drew back and settled his chin on his father's shoulder, maintaining eye contact out of the corner of his eye.

"And? Distracted?", the younger blond asked with a mischievous grin.

Minato smiled gently and leaned his head back, nuzzling his cheek against Naruto's as he muttered a fond "Brat."

The teen snickered and stood up again, the former position uncomfortable for his back. Minato's hand skimmed over his son's arm as the other loosened his embrace and the man was brought up short as he encountered a wet bandage. He frowned, remembering that he had to check on the other's wound.

"Sit down, I'll get the med kit."

Naruto murmured his assent as he let his father stand up, watching him leave the room before sitting down in his usual chair. He took a sip from Minato's mug, grimacing as the taste of the lukewarm and more importantly unsugared coffee hit him. Honestly, he'd never know how his father could drink the stuff like that... although he had to admit, mixed with the other's own unique flavour it was rather good.

He grinned happily at the thought, still overcome with giddiness every time he allowed himself to think about the fact that he and Minato were lovers now. The idea itself was just so mind-blowing, he would never have thought it possible. Looking back now he knew that his actions yesterday had been rash and could have backfired spectacularly, he could have utterly destroyed their relationship, but he had been so sick of doing nothing about his feelings that he had simply snapped. Luckily, it had all worked out in the end, even better than he had hoped it would. He blushed a bit, remembering what had happened in his father's office yesterday. That would probably be his favourite memory for years to come.

Although what they had done this morning was really great, too. His blush darkened, his mind supplying him with several images of the man panting beneath him, silky skin slick with sweat, his voice, husky from sleep and lust, begging for more...

When Minato sauntered back into the room Naruto's mind was still busy wandering down memory lane - or through the gutter, as it was. In this case there really was no difference. Of course the older blond immediately knew what the teen was thinking about, the signs weren't hard to read - glazed look in his eyes, flushed cheeks, a rather lewd smile on redder than usual lips.

Minato couldn't quite suppress the teasing grin lighting up his face and casually walked over to his son, knowing that the teen's senses would only react if he identified himself as a threat, for example if he suddenly walked silently or tried to keep out of his direct line of vision. He strolled past Naruto to the kitchen counter, setting the med kit down, before he walked back to his son and stopped behind him, sneaking his arms around the teen's naked torso in an imitation of what the younger one had done to him a few minutes ago.

He leaned down, aware of how Naruto had tensed up in his arms, and practically breathed into the blond's ear, "And what've you been thinking about?"

"I--uh... just, uhm, stuff." Minato grinned wickedly as he watched the other's flush spread all over his face until even the tip of his ears were distinctly red, delighted by the reaction. He nuzzled his cheek against the teen's neck, letting his splayed hands slowly wander down the other's chest.

"Sure you don't want to tell me about it?" He flicked his tongue against his son's skin, tasting salt, hints of apple shampoo and the younger one's own distinct flavour. Now he just had to wait for the right moment...

"Yeah, su--" And there it was. "--uahh!" Naruto's answer changed into a surprised half-moan/half-shout as Minato bit down and sucked hard at his son's neck, his hands dipping lower into the loose orange pants. The older of the two uncharacteristically felt like chuckling evilly as the teen leaned his head back onto his father's shoulder, eyes clenched shut and biting his lip.

"Sorry, what was that?" He teasingly licked down his son's neck to his shoulder, waiting for the moment Naruto tried to answer to bite down again, his rough fingertips brushing against the teen's inner thighs. The words changed into a sharp inhale, the younger's body pressing back into Minato.

"Hmm, it seems like you don't want to tell me..." His fingers massaged smooth inner thighs while also slowly crawling higher, the action noticeably speeding up Naruto's breathing. He nudged the other's lobe with his nose, letting his breath fan out over his ear and neck. "I think I should..." His fingers came dangerously close to the teen's rather obvious arousal, he could feel the heat radiating from it.

"...check your arm now, ne?"

And just like that he slipped his hands out of his son's pants, straightened up and grabbed the med kit, smiling as if nothing at all had happened.

Naruto whirled around in his chair, meeting Minato's eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction with an expression of frank disbelief that quite clearly conveyed his thoughts of 'What the FUCK?!'. The older blond was hard-pressed not to laugh out loud at the adorable mix of bewilderment, frustration and arousal, the whole thing leaving his son rather speechless.

Minato lifted an eyebrow at his son's continued silence, failing quite thoroughly at hiding the twitching corners of his mouth fighting to become a full-blown grin. Naruto stared at him for several moments longer, his eyes widening with the dawning realization of what his father had just done, and Minato began to think that this was all the reaction he would get. Then, out of nowhere and without even a hint of a forewarning, his son suddenly jumped at him with an indignant cry, startling the older blond bad enough that the attack was successful and they both crashed to the floor, Naruto straddling his father.

Thanks to his reflexes the impact with the floor was completely painless for Minato and he even managed to safely throw the med kit on the counter, but that still left him unprepared for the teen capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, the hands on his shoulders holding the older blond flat on the floor. He gasped when Naruto bit down on his lip, his head spinning when a tongue tasting faintly of coffee slipped into his mouth and quite boldly proceeded to plunder it, rubbing suggestively against his own.

When the teen finally broke away they were both panting, Minato staring in wide-eyed bafflement, while Naruto had something distinctly predatory about him, his usually sky-blue eyes shimmering violet. The older of the two continued gaping and trying to catch his breath as the younger blond leaned down again, trapping the other's lower lip between his teeth and softly tugging at it before letting go again and muttering reprovingly, "You really should know better than to tease me."

Minato blinked, and blinked again, needing some time to get his thoughts in order. Naruto had been getting better at controlling the instincts he got from Kyuubi after the last seal adjustment, so for an outbreak like this he really must have been riled up. Then again, Minato should have expected something like this, after all, the recent changes in their relationship were sure to get his son emotional. He took a deep breath and met the teen's rather intimidating eyes, still a dark violet.

"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet as he carefully placed his hands on the other's back and started to rub it up and down soothingly. "Why didn't you tell me Kyuubi's instincts were acting up?"

Naruto barked out a short, harsh laugh as if what Minato had asked was completely ridiculous, though he also relaxed into the other's caress and allowed himself to be calmed down. He knew that his father was looking at him curiously, wanting to know what the teen thought was so funny about his question, but he just closed his eyes and leaned down until his forehead rested against the man's shoulder. He took a deep breath, letting himself sink into the soothing warmth that came with the familiar scent.

"Naruto?"

The teen really didn't want to answer, he was sure Minato would be angry with him for not telling him sooner, but his father's voice was authoritative and demanding. It was impossible to refuse.

"It's been happening for months, but it hasn't ever put anyone else in danger or interfered with my battles."

He felt the body beneath him grow tense and closed his eyes tighter, knowing that if he looked he would see Minato frowning with worry and guilt. Sometimes, he really wished his father would learn to let go of things. Even Naruto had accepted that sealing Kyuubi inside him had been his father's only option, so why couldn't Minato do the same? The teen was so sick of the other becoming withdrawn and moody every time anything to do with the demon came up.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Is there any special trigger?"

He pressed a little kiss to the other's shoulder, an ironic smile on his lips. "Mhm. It's you."

The hands which had been caressing his back stilled for a moment, then continued stroking up and down as Minato got over his surprise enough to hide it. "What do you mean?"

Naruto grimaced, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks, but luckily the other saw neither. "Ever since I started feeling... attracted to you, my instincts have been telling me to make you my, well, I guess 'mate' would be the word. And now that you are... it's just... I don't know. Even now I have this urge to somehow get closer to you..." He nuzzled his face against his father's neck and darted his tongue out to swipe a taste. "...and it just won't stop."

Minato frowned at the teen's words and glanced down at their bodies, flush against each other, his fingers absently kneading his son's lower back. "We pretty much already are as close as it's possible to get right now. And still...?"

"I know." Naruto tried to smile sweetly, but it came out with a bitter edge to it. "That's why it's been driving me crazy."

Minato nodded silently, worriedly contemplating what his son's little confession could mean for them. Were Naruto's feelings genuine or some crazy side effect brought on by the gradual absorption of Kyuubi's soul? Because who really knew about the mating habits of demons? It could be that the teen simply felt attracted to the most powerful being around him... although that didn't explain why Minato reciprocated said feelings.

He had forgotten how often he had already wished that day had never happened. Kushina crushed beneath one of the demon's paws, old Sarutobi-sensei sacrificing his life because he thought Minato was more important, and his little Naruto becoming the vessel of one of the most terrifying beings this dimension had to offer. If only he could do it all over again... He was sure he could have found a better way to seal Kyuubi away, he could have been there and stop her when his wife thought she had to go out and fight too, he could have done the sealing himse--

"What are you thinking?" He started as fingertips ghosted over his brow, having gotten lost in his thoughts.

Naruto had propped himself up on his father's chest and had seen the other's frown darkening. It wasn't hard to guess at what Minato was thinking about when he got that look on his face, but the teen still wanted to hear his father say it. Not to reassure himself with the knowledge, but simply so that he could disagree and maybe finally convince the man otherwise.

"Hm, just things." Minato paused as his eyes fell on the clock on the wall, thankful for a reason to postpone this conversation once again. He knew Naruto's thoughts on the matter and that his son forgave him, but that didn't mean he would ever stop feeling guilty. "Can you let me up now? I still have to shower and check your arm."

The teen huffed and threw him an annoyed glare, clearly knowing that his father was simply avoiding the issue, but he let it drop and rolled off of the other. He remained there, laying flat on his back and scowling at the ceiling, while Minato stood up and grabbed the med kit. Naruto tried to keep his eyes fixed on the boring wallpaper, not reacting as the man sat down beside him and started to peel off the wet bandage from his arm and even failing to screech in pain as the other carefully prodded at the wound.

He really wanted to stay angry at his father, but he knew that as soon as he looked at the other he wouldn't be able to do so anymore, and thus he settled for ignoring him for as long as he could. He just didn't understand why Minato never allowed others to help. He always had to do everything by himself and if he couldn't or had to let someone else step in he felt guilty about it. Stupid, stubborn man.

He shivered involuntarily as his father's hand brushed up against his side while checking his arm, the part of him that still felt foreign immediately perking up and urging him to crawl onto Minato's lap. When they had started, these sudden feelings had scared him senseless, it was just so like nothing else he had ever experienced before, and the things his body was trying to make him do... Especially to his father! For a few months he had successfully deluded himself into thinking that his attraction to the older man was merely caused by his inherited instincts behaving weirdly, but then there had been that training incident with Sasuke and he had been forced to admit to himself that maybe what he felt with Minato was different.

It hadn't been anything special, really, but somehow during one of their training matches Sasuke had pinned him to the ground and of course, his instincts had immediately acted up and tried to tell him that it was a good idea to pin his friend to the ground and do several naughty things to him. Still, there was a clear difference between his feelings during that incident and what he felt around Minato. There was just so much more behind everything to do with his father... he couldn't even put it into words. But he knew for sure that it wasn't the demon making him fall in love with Minato, only he himself. Maybe his instincts augmented the attraction, but even if he were a completely normal human his feelings would still be the same.

"Naruto?"

He hummed in answer, his eyes automatically wandering to his father, but the other wasn't looking at him. Instead, he seemed to be staring at the wound in consternation. He blinked and cocked his head to the side, his curiosity roused. "What is it?"

Minato frowned and gently prodded at the reddened flesh, drawing a low hiss from the teen. "I can't say for sure, but I think that this looks better than it's supposed to, considering you should be healing like everybody else. Did you notice any chakra getting through the poisoned area?"

Now Naruto frowned too and sat up, taking a closer look at the thin but deep cut. "I'm not sure, I really didn't pay any attention to it yesterday." He had been busy with other things.

"Can you channel chakra through it?"

The teen concentrated, trying to get the familiar flow to his hand going... and succeeded. He blinked. "What the...? It's not a lot, but to some extent it works again. Wasn't the poison supposed to last for several weeks?"

"It was."

"Aaaaand... what does that mean?"

Minato hummed pensively and ruffled his son's hair, habitually ignoring the indignant "Hey!" that action provoked. "I guess your healing factor is even more advanced that we thought. Or maybe it has become even better since the last time we measured it. We should schedule an appointment with Tsunade, just to be sure everything's alright."

"Awww, but I hate it when she prods and pokes me all over. And she always makes me drink icky stuff! We already know that my healing thing is better than we thought, why do we need a second opinion?"

The older blond smiled a bit at the teen’s whining and started to wrap the wound up again after applying an antiseptic. “Because we need to know for sure. Also, if there are any side effects it could be dangerous not to know about them. Besides, for some unfathomable reason Tsunade likes you, so quit your complaining.”

A mischievous smile stole onto Naruto’s lips and he leaned closer to his father. “Ah, but you like me too, so the reason can’t be all that unfathomable.”

Minato raised an eyebrow, an amused twinkle in his eyes, and darted forward to plant a peck on his son’s lips. “Believe me, I have no idea why I like you.”

The teen pouted playfully, allowing the last vestiges of his previous annoyance to bleed away. “Well, then maybe I should remind you?” He moved closer for another kiss, but his father stopped him with a hand over the younger one’s mouth and a little sigh.

“Sorry, but we have to get going. I don’t even want to know just how late it is.”

Naruto jiggled closer, shaking his head to get free of his father’s hand, and slung his arms around the other’s shoulders. “Hmm, but if we’re already late, a few more minutes won’t hurt, right?”

Minato grinned wryly, his own hands clasping the teen’s waist. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

His smile softened as the other’s lips met his in a gentle caress and words were muttered against his skin. “Yeah, and it’s fun.”

He allowed himself to get lost in the sensations as Naruto’s tongue slid over his lips before slipping into his mouth, the faint taste of coffee still lingering. He vaguely admitted to himself that it would be nice to forget about the office and stay here for the day, just him and Naruto, to get more comfortable with this new twist in their relationship, but that was the price of being one of the most powerful men in the country. You didn’t get to take sick days.

He let the kiss go on for several minutes, slowly growing deeper, until he had to remind himself sternly that the other had to go now if he didn’t want to be even later than Kakashi. He reluctantly detached himself from his son, well aware of the little whine the teen wasn’t quite able to suppress, and rubbed his nose against the younger blond’s. He knew that it was high time for them to get going, but Naruto was looking at him from beneath his lashes, all innocent and seductive at the same time, and he just couldn’t bring himself to stand up or even break the silence between them.

In the end, it was the younger of the two that decided that enough was enough and got to his feet again, offering his father a hand. Minato gladly accepted, throwing a reluctant glance at the clock. Uh oh.

“Shit! It’s quarter to eight!”

Naruto blinked as his father started to run around like a headless chicken, randomly throwing clothes at the teen, the med kit in a cupboard and used dishes in the sink. He blushed a bit as Minato ran past him again – this time stark naked – and into the bathroom. Maybe he should join the other in the shower, after all, that whole rolling around on the floor thing must have gotten him dirty again, right?

“I know what you’re thinking and the answer is no! Get your cute little butt into gear!”

Naruto took a few seconds to pout at the door, but seeing as the wood refused to budge and grant the teen a look at the guaranteed to be deliciously wet blond, he instead decided to listen to his father for once and get ready to leave. After all, his team would already be pretty unhappy because of Kakashi, no need to aggravate them any further.

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