warning: malexmale, dub-con.
Suddenly the blonde was on the Uchiha, crushing him against the wall, loosening the grip on the young men's wrists and sucking, biting, touching with feverish hands every inch of the lean but toned body, gracelessly throwing away his clothes.
His victory was sweet like the boy's lips, and addictive like his scent.
All the pent up anger and loneliness came to surface together, turning Minato into the beast he was afraid of showing to the world.
He had missed the contact with another body, but he would have never looked for another woman again. No one could ever replace Kushina.
Itachi was a shinobi; who knew how many men and women he had been already ordered to seduce for the sake of the mission. He was strong; he could take the pain he was inflicting him with every merciless thrust.
He had reasons to please him, even if defending his name in public meant to be defiled in private.
It was ironic, and quite understandable –wasn't it the same for him, acting like a good man and violating a young man, not so much older than his own son? –thought briefly the Hokage.
Itachi let the man do whatever he wanted, distancing himself from the seemingly endless pounding and the equally endless pain.
He had never been worthy of his little brother's unconditional love; the boy was pure, while his hands were stained with blood. Now that his whole self was going to be soiled, he would not allow any more affectionate gestures, even if they meant everything to him.
After all, this was a reasonable price for keeping Sasuke safe. His body was already a tool, anyway.
Looking at the disheveled man on the ground, whose body was littered with bruises and marks and cuts he didn't even remember doing, Minato hummed lightly.
He hadn't felt so satiated, like an animal after a successful chase, in a long time.
He could become addicted to this feeling, but it wasn't a problem. They had an agreement, after all.