Parings: Rare! Uzamakincest! Yeah you read right. This is an Arashi (aka forth hokage in canon, but this is an AU and he isn't dead.)x Naruto. I don't think I have ever read one so hereyou go.Also:

KakaNaru, NaruSasu.

This is based loosely on Papa to kiss in the dark (With the yaoi, shota, incest thing), if it was a murder mystery. So if any of this bothers you, please click the back button on the double, or you will be scared for life.

Prologue

Naruto sat down one the canopy in the front of the porch. He had just gotten back from school and eagerly waited for his father's return home from work. His mother, a simple, carefree woman, worked from twelve in the afternoon to eleven at night, so naturally she was hardly ever home. His father however, always made time to be home, no matter how busy his schedule was.

The 2007 Honda pulled up into the driveway.

Naruto sat up, a huge grin forming on his lips, his heart started beating faster. He really loved his dad. Any outsider would think that he and his father's relationship was "unhealthy" or "overly affectionate" or even "just plain wrong" and maybe, in a way, it was. But then Naruto is never one to care what anyone else thought.

Arashi Uzamaki turned off the engine and locked the car door. The second he saw his blond son waiting on the porch like a devoted puppy, his heart melted into a big puddle of goo. No matter how hard the day had been, Naruto had always been there to make it better. He bent down on one knee, dropping his briefcase, and extended both of his arms out. Naruto ran to him.

"Welcome home Dad!" Naruto said as he wrapped both of his arms around Mr. Uzamaki's neck.

"Arashi, not dad," Arashi never liked it when his son called him dad or daddy. He was only twenty-eight, still too young to be a father.

"Arashi," Naruto said, still smiling, hugging his father even tighter. "Welcome home…Arashi."

Ah, the cutest thing on planet earth. You and only you is what makes life worth living, Arashi thought to him-self as he picked up his boy until both of his small feet dangled off the cement. It was easy; Naruto was barely eleven after all and still quite small for his age. Arashi nudged Naruto's head up and kissed his nose, then gently, down to his lips. Once, twice, and not a second longer then needed to be. They were outside after all, out in the open. Naruto giggled, his face turning bright red, almost as red as his mothers lipstick. His dad put him down, both feet on the ground.

Naruto took a by the hand and led him inside the house—through the narrow hallway, past the kitchen, into the living room.

After eagerly striping off his shoes and putting away his backpack, Naruto relaxed on the couch, sinking into the leather seat cushions, and turned on the television. Click, click, he flicked through the channels with the remote, nothing was on, nothing but boring grownup novellas, overly dramatic dramas, or the news. Not much options.

Arashi loosened his tie; put his keys and briefcase on the table. He side-glanced at Naruto: his only son, his beautiful, angelic son. He sighed. He had a lot of work to do, but right now way too tired to even think clearly. His crystal blue eyes twinkled when Naruto asked if he wanted to watch a DVD with him.

"Of course," Arashi said cheerfully. "Pick something and I'll get popcorn."

Naruto turned around. "Okay"

After picking out a movie, Arashi sat down. Naruto peeked at his father his hands. He always believed that was how he would look in the future: Tall, broad shoulders, a heart shaped face with spiky blond hair that went in every direction and a light, golden tan. Arashi rested his hand arm on the couch.

Naruto," Arashi said comforting voice, "how would you like to feel good?"

Naruto turned his head to get a better view of his father. "Feel…good?"

"Yes," Arashi couldn't say anymore. He hated himself for it. For the longest time he wanted to touch Naruto, make him moan, to make him precisely 'feel good'. He was, in a way, like forbidden fruit—never to be spoiled.

It all started about two years ago, these dirty thoughts, when Naruto went to school, he could see right away that the other little boys were interested in him— with their giggly eyes, pink cheeks, they were practically drooling, the little turds. And as innocent as Naruto was, he wasn't aware of a single thing. Arashi would always feel a ping of jealousy when anyone else looked at his son, or when Naruto looked back at them. There would be countless times when he has slammed his head over and over against the wall to get the revolting thoughts out of his mind.

But it was to no avail. They always came back—even stronger and more demanding.

"Feel good?" Naruto asked again, forgetting all about the movie. He stretched his legs out, curling his toes, wondering what his dad had in mind.

"Come here," He motioned for the boy to come closer and sit on his lap. Naruto complied, sliding off the couch and jumped happily into his father's lab, burying his face into his chest, and curled his tiny fingers into the older mans blond locks.

Arashi had to control himself, he felt his penis starting to stiffen, and he so very was tempted to free his cock and start stroking. Arashi picked up the remote and tuned the volume louder.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I love you too."

"But I want to show you…how much I love you."

Naruto slipped open his legs while Arashi slid a hand into his pants, Arashi kissed his cheeks, then slipped his tongue into his mouth. The worse part about it was…

Naruto liked it when his dad touched him.

This may seem irrelevant now, but later it will make sense. So, should I continue? Please review.