DISCLAIMER: I don't own it.
AN: Written for the Se7en Deadliest club on y!gallery. It's a series of seven drabbles and one shots with the seven deadly sins as the theme. This one is LUST.
WARNINGS: YES, this is Minato(Yondaime)/Naruto incest. Naruto is a TEENAGER. Minato is his FATHER. If you don't like it, then for the love of god, DON'T READ IT. I don't need to hear that I'm going to Hell because I just don't care.
It's got non-explicit sex in it, too. So . . . yeah. Read on then.
Namikaze Minato was a good man; everyone believed it
Namikaze Minato was a good man; everyone believed it. He was a successful businessman, mentored by the great Sannin Jiraiya and president of Konoha Industries. He was kind, tolerant, and, above all else, a good father.
When people saw him outside of his office, he was almost always with his son, Naruto. The fifteen year old bore a startling resemblance to his father, but upon meeting him, everyone realized that the two were dissimilar in personality.
Minato was an A blood-type: sensible calm, and cheerful.
Naruto was a B blood-type: Wild, irresponsible, and extremely introverted.
The boy—or rather, adolescent—carried his late mother Uzumaki Kushina's personality and last name. When asked why Minato gave his son his deceased wife's surname, he'd merely smile and respond, "I wanted to honor her memory."
Looking back, the thirty-five year old couldn't help to wonder when he'd lost that desire.
"Dad?" Minato looked at the open door of his in-home office where his son was standing, his posture unnaturally timid.
"Hm?"
"I, uh, was, you know—"
Minato suppressed a smile as Naruto stumbled over his words, shifting anxiously. "Just what?"
"Can we do it again?" Naruto blurted, face cherry-red.
The older man stared blankly at the teenager in his doorway: the same teenager that looked just like him, the same teenager that carried his wife's name (To honor her memory, a snide voice in his head bit out).
The same teenager that he couldn't go more than a day without fucking.
Minato rose from the chair, face still blank, and moved towards the awkward, demure, beautiful boy. With one hand secured tightly in the short blond locks, he wrenched the face that could have been his own towards him, smashing their lips together.
Somehow, they ended up on the couch (Like always), Naruto's legs spread and over his father's shoulders, Minato buried securely in Naruto.
Seeing his son's face twisted in agonizing ecstasy, feeling the toes curl against his back, feeling him inside as he fucked him so damn hard, and hearing him cry out for his father (His father) in that breathless, choked voice, Minato was at peace.
Nothing mattered as he felt his son's body tighten around him, pulling him deeper.
Not my job.
"Oh, God, Dad—"
Not Kushina's memory.
"Please," Naruto sobbed, "Don't st-stop!"
Not the law.
Naruto cried out, and Minato felt him tighten impossibly one last time.
"Only us," he whispered, head buried in his son's sweaty hair, the last of his seed flooding the younger blonde's insides.
And so it was.
AN: So? How was it? The next chapter is 'Envy' which will be most amusing. And FYI, they won't all be this serious. Some will be WAFF-y even. It all depends on my mood.
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