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A couple of hours later, the Uchiha opened his eyes. No sharingan, yet. His chakra was still low, but his temperature had decreased. His pain had dulled, too.
Carefully but not losing his usual grace, he knelt before the blond man sitting on a rounded rock just a few steps away, politely thanking for the care he took of him, and offering to rest while he kept watch.
Minato refused. He was not tired. He hadn't fought such strong opponents since a long time –the Third Shinobi War, maybe, when he had to separate from his pupils, and Obito had died. Kyuubi's attack had been different- and he still felt the adrenaline rushing through his veins.
The young man tilted his head and got closer.
"Lord Hokage, you must be tense. Maybe I can help you relax."
When Minato absentmindedly nodded, he slowly got up, positioning himself behind the older man's back.
He delicately removed his flak jacket then he massaged his shoulders with deft hands, going down his backside, and then rising to his chest.
Minato reveled in the pleasant sensations of his nerves gradually loosening, and in the anticipation of what would come next.
When Itachi knelt between his legs, he lifted his chin for a kiss that was almost tender, for the first time, but he felt the blood rush to his groin as the young man's hands traveled through his thighs.
However, when he let go of his mouth, his labored breathing reminded Minato not only that Itachi was hurt and fatigued, but also that his sudden tempting behavior must have been an act.
While he had forgotten that he had forced his personal Anbu to become his whore, Itachi hadn't forgotten what was expected of him, and what would be the consequences of a negative performance.
Minato realized that his young guard must have thought that in exchange for being saved, he should have doubled the effort to please his master, regardless of the conditions he was in.
It was the Hokage himself who started it all, and he knew he shouldn't have felt so surprised –so disappointed –by Itachi's actions.
Until that moment, the mere idea of the power –the same power that he received to protect people –he held over the Uchiha prodigy, drove him crazy with lust.
What had started by chance had become a habit. Every time Minato saw the shinobi's perfect features the beast would come out, ready to mark and own its prey.
This time, he noticed the goosebumps on his bare arms, and the bags under his eyes, lining his pale face more than the tear troughs.
He rose from the rounded rock and helped the Uchiha lean on it, covering his shoulders with the sleeping bag before sitting beside the Anbu.
Onyx eyes looked at him warily.
Being rejected was not an option. He had made a big mistake. Judging by the amount of violence he used against him, it was obvious that he liked hurting him. He had thought that the blond man would appreciate him more in such a wounded condition, but his assumption had been wrong. The Hokage liked to dominate him, he should have waited for his move. Not that he minded some more rest.
Minato figured out where Itachi's reasoning might be headed to.
"I have to restore my chakra, and so do you."
Itachi bowed his head, murmuring a formal apology. Minato wondered if he was apologizing for the wound or for not having been able to pleasure him.
"Is this role so important to you?" The words came freely out of the Hokage's mouth.
"It is" replied Itachi, looking at the stars.
The horizon was already welcoming the sun with its pinks and oranges.
He stayed silent for a while, then he whispered:
"If I were to fail, everything would fall on his shoulders. He would be turned into someone he's not."
Another pause.
"He would be turned into someone like me."
His tone was slightly strained, and his words were not hiding his emotions, for the first time.
There was bitterness, considering the supposedly negative outcome. Concern, love, for someone he couldn't fathom.
A lover, maybe?
Self loathing, and Minato wondered how much of this one had been caused by his vile threat.
Turning his face towards him, without looking in his eyes, as the etiquette commanded, Itachi spoke again.
"He says that Naruto-kun irritates him, but I think they will be good friends."
A faint smile, for the first time, adorned his face.
Suddenly the Hokage understood everything.