Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used in this story. Not a single one. Yes.

SMUTSIEZ!!

Holy shit, dudes! I've never written something this porny. xD Aah, I'm sooo sorry. (about what..?)

Uh, I have this this habit of making stupid little rules when I start writing. For this one it was "don't use Minato's name unless it's being spoken or (inside these things)" and I know it's annoying and confusing to read Minato as 'Him' all the time. But rules like these prevent me from getting bored of writing, so you'll have to deal with it. xD

And so!

Warning: Incest father/son porno ahead. ;u;


Only in the morning does it occur to him that their walls aren't exactly soundproof, and that if anyone can recognize the sound of a shadow clone popping out of existence, it's Naruto.

So like a child who has done a naughty deed, he awaits for judgment from his son who is sitting at the other side of the breakfast table. But the boy doesn't say anything, just sits there and has some of the poorly cooked rice they try to eat morning after morning.

Although he is known to be as fast as a flash, he is also good at waiting. And so he manages to wait five more minutes, but when Naruto is persistent to keep his silence, his hasty side gets the better of his patience and he takes the initiative and speaks out, because waiting for judgment is pure torture to those who have wronged.

"I had a shadow clone suck me off last night," he says and does not look at his son, finding the not judging lumps of rice more interesting to look at.

Naruto stops trying to poke a way through the food to get some on his spoon, but does not raise his head to look at him. "I kinda figured."

Having prepared to be laughed at or at least be victim of major mockery, he is a bit disappointed when Naruto continues the silence where he had left it off.

"Is that all?"

Abandoning the spoon, Naruto leans against his arm and watches him, saying "Who did you make it look like?" just to keep up a casual conversation.

And he turns away from his plate of inedible breakfast to look at his son instead, and speaks the truth. "You." Because it's not a thing he has ever lied about.

Then they just stare and nothing is said, even Naruto's face remaining blank of any emotion.

"Why me?" Naruto then asks, surprising him by not taking it as a joke like their white-haired teacher had.

"Because I love you," he answers, simple and clear. Naruto just stares a while longer, then shrugs and returns to his breakfast.

And he feels so frustrated because this was not the reaction he had expected. A shocked gasp, maybe. Disgust, more likely. His son is not playing fair, not fair at all.

"I want to fuck you," he says, and there is no way he can make his desires more clear than that.

But Naruto snorts and asks "Don't you mean 'make love to'?"

By now he's pleading. Begging and whining like a child because right now Naruto is flaunting right in front of him, not rejecting but not accepting either. There's not much saliva left in his dry mouth, and when he swallows, it's painful.

"So will you?"

His son's blue eyes are suddenly staring right into his, making him feel both hot and cold at the same time. And then the boy smiles like he is a thing to be pitied. "Might as well."

He's aware that his mouth is left slightly ajar and that if not for the lack of saliva, he'd be drooling by now. Naruto ignores this and stands up from the table, walking past him into the direction of his bedroom, stopping at the door only to ask "Aren't you coming?"

A bit clumsily, he gets up as well, the chair falling on to the floor as he does so. Then he makes his way into the bedroom as well, in a complete daze because he's not sure what is going on and what is about to happen.

He finds Naruto standing beside his well-made bed, the teen's arms crossed and an expecting look on his features. "Well?" his son demands, one eyebrow raised as if all this is becoming a bore already.

It's far from a turn on, and he feels awkward if anything. One reason he fell for his son was because of his passion and there is none of it here right now. The boy makes him feel like a rotten old man and the difference between fantasy and reality is like he's even farther away from his goal than he was the day he realized he had feelings for his son.

"W-why are you doing this, Naruto?" he asks, not even trying to conceal the desperation in his voice.

And his son just gives him a look before opening his witty mouth. "Because sex feels good, right?"

His shoulders slump a bit at hearing that answer. Just because it feels good is not a reason enough to sleep with your father. He's about to say this but then Naruto continues.

"And because I love dad."

His heart can't contain the excitement of hearing those words and it's suddenly beating so fast that for a moment its beat is the only thing he hears. Already somewhat convinced it's okay to screw the brains out of the boy, he takes a step forward to erase space between them.

Being happy makes him talkative and he asks "What kind of love?" while smiling.

Naruto stands still and does nothing to stop his advancing. The boy shrugs at his question and speaks "Just... love."

Like a child loves a parent, like a lover loves a lover, like a cat loves the one providing food for it. To be honest, he wouldn't give a shit. Not at this moment. Naruto had accepted him and by now the boy was buried in his arms in a tight hug so that he could not escape.

And he couldn't stop smiling or breathing the scent of his son's hair. Naruto, on the other hand, has lost his previous nerve. There is no way for the boy to hide his trembling while being held so tightly and he has to pull away from his son a bit to read the expression on his face.

He sees cheeks flushed red and eyes looking elsewhere, not sure what to do. And he lets out a snort because Naruto had been so sure of himself just seconds ago.

"All bark and no bite, I see."

Annoyance is the look he being given and then Naruto's head is pressed against his shoulder, teeth sharper than normal pressing hard against his skin.

(Minato is not sure if Naruto meant it to be painful or pleasurable, but his mind screams "Fuck!" because it feels like both.)

Naruto sucks and bites and it makes him feel like there is too little blood left in his mind to think clearly and so he acts on instinct, tearing his son away from his neck and making them both fall down on the bed.

But despite having the air knocked out of him by his heavier body, Naruto's hands are already clutching his hair and pulling his head down into a clumsy kiss. And he bites those young and soft lips out of resentment because the boy makes him feel so old and slow.

Naruto's response is to push a thigh between his legs, and this is when they both realize just how excited he is. Naruto rubs and feels, and he pulls away from those lips just enough to gasp air into his lungs. But the moment he's pulling away, Naruto is already pulling him back down, attacking his mouth while it's being held open and pushes his tongue inside.

Although he is lying on top of his son, and although in every one of his fantasies the one getting fucked was Naruto, the boy is being so forceful now. This is nothing like had imagined, but it feels like the excitement doubles when he thinks how he has to fight to gain his fantasies back from his dominating son.

The invading tongue is pressing at the back of his throat by now, and he moans into the kiss, trying to push his way into his son's mouth. The boy doesn't give way, and the battle is fully lost when he has to pull away to breathe again.

Naruto is flushed and out of breath, eyes half shut and cloudy, but his lips have twisted into a mocking smirk. This makes him growl and attack the tanned neck beneath him, his tongue feeling how blood rushes in his son's veins as he licks the skin in hopes to draw out delicious sounds.

His hands find burning hot skin beneath Naruto's shirt, and he races them up and down his son's body. There's not one spot on that tanned skin that he wants to leave untouched. Naruto's muscles react to his sliding touches by twitching and shivering.

His lips travel downwards, not caring if he kisses and licks even the fabric of Naruto's shirt as he draws nearer to the boy's chest. What finally earns him a mewl of approval, is when he reaches the chest and takes one hardened nub between his teeth. It encourages him to suck and bite harder than necessary, thinking that the harder he does this, the louder Naruto will voice himself.

And his son does not disappoint, shivering and panting enough to make him so fixated that he does not notice until he is already at the level of Naruto's navel, how the boy is forcing his head down, down and down, until his jaw can feel exactly how hard Naruto has grown.

Irritated for being the one controlled again, he raises his head to glare at his son's face. Naruto looks down on him, his hazy eyes telling him to hurry up.

He pulls the pants quickly out of the way, and then he waits just long enough for Naruto to open his mouth, just about to complain. And then he takes it all in, turning his son's demands into screams instead. Naruto's head hits the pillows and his back arches from the mattress, this movement pushing his cock further into his mouth. It makes him gag and he has to pull away, tears coming from the corner of his eyes.

It's humiliating, but Naruto is too deep in a daze to notice how he almost just suffocated his father with his dick. Quickly gathering himself, he takes the erection into his mouth again, pressing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, not caring how his scraping teeth make Naruto scream louder and louder.

(Minato is not sure if he's thinking 'someone might hear' or 'let them hear.')

"D-dad..." Naruto pleads, but he does not find the mercy in himself to grant his son his release. He pulls away so that not one patch of skin is touching each other, and smiles like a sick bastard at the sight of the hot and shivering teen on his bed.

There's lubrication hidden in the drawer of the bedside table, just like there is in every corner of the house and even in his office. Thinking back, he feels kind of pathetic, but now as he reaches for it and coats his fingers, he can only thank his desperation.

Naruto has calmed down when he turns back to him, though the boy is slightly out of breath and still uncomfortably hard. His own erection is making him impatient as well, and as his eyes feast on the tanned body of his son, he wants to be in already.

Careful that nothing but his middle finger is touching the boy, he pushes the digit inside. And he grins because he knows that the only things Naruto can feel are the comfort of the sheets underneath him and the intruding finger.

Convinced that it makes little difference, he's fast to push in another finger, not patient enough to keep them still and thrusting in and out in and out in a less than steady phase because his breath gets caught in his throat at the thought that his dick could be- will be swallowed by that tightness.

Naruto's mouth is slightly ajar, panting but not letting out any hints of how it all feels. The hands clutching the sheets aren't giving anything away either, and so he just decides to add a third finger. The intrusion makes Naruto eyes grow wide momentarily, and he has trouble talking when the phase of thrusting is increased.

"G-get on with it," his son orders, and he can't agree more.

He gets close enough that it feels like every part of their skin is being touched, and then he thrusts in, too drowned in need to give a warning. He can't see his son from his closed eyes, but he hears the gasp being let out right next to his ear. It's painful, it must be, but so is keeping still and he lets out his own "Ah!" when he pulls out and pushes in again.

Naruto is unbelievably tight, almost painfully so, and he can't understand how the burning hot can feel so amazing. He pulls out slowly to savor the feeling, Naruto's hands coming to claw his back in what he takes as approval.

"...Dad-" he cuts his son's intake of breath in half by thrusting in hard.

"Call me Minato."

But Naruto doesn't call him anything anymore, because he starts to thrust, thrust, thrust in and out of the boy, fucking him like he did in each and every one of his fantasies. And by now he's sure it's feeling fucking fantastic, because Naruto is staring at him but not really seeing anything, his mouth open and trying to form words but the only things coming out are a mixture of moans and incoherent beginnings of words.

"H-ha... r- nh," Naruto tries, and he guesses it's an order to pound into the boy even harder. It's not possible though, not any more, but he shifts his son's legs and tries to go in deeper than possible.

There's a string of saliva falling out from the corner of Naruto's mouth which he wants to lick away so badly, but he can't get too close, because he wants to see all of this. Although his world is already spinning and vision hazy from the sounds of his son and the scent of his skin and the feel of his body, he wants to see his face when he's being fucked. And he doesn't slow down even if his hips are already feeling the strain, because he wants to see Naruto come so badly that he's willing to go on forever if he has to.

That's not necessary though, because they are both on the edge and the wild movements do nothing to prolong the violent spasms of ecstasy they are sent into a moment later. For a moment he thinks that all he can see is white, and he's not sure where the floor or ceiling is.

When he comes to, he finds himself lying on top of his son with all his weight, still inside the boy and all he can say is "Fuck."

He had closed his eyes after all.

Naruto lets out a sigh of relief, but he can't tell if it's because the sex was so good or because he decided to roll off him. His son doesn't say anything, just stares at the ceiling in a daze.

"Naruto..." he calls softly, earning his son's unfocused attention.

"Hmm?" there's a silly smile, suddenly making him feel like he hasn't kissed those lips nearly enough.

Crawling closer even though there is hardly any space between them, he throws one arm over Naruto's still heaving chest and rests his jaw on the boy's shoulder.

"Do you love me?" He feels like a giggly school girl, his chest being filled with a warm feeling. By now he was sure to mirror his son's silly smile.

"That's what I said," Naruto says airily.

"Only me?" It's a selfish question, he knows, but there is no way he wants Naruto to show this kind of love to anybody else.

"I love Jiraiya and Tsunade-baa-chan too." Is the reply and he flinches from it, trying to be disgusted of the image of Naruto being fucked by their white-haired teacher, but dismissing the thought after being incapable of denying how hot it could actually be.

"But you'll do, dad." Naruto says, not able to conceal the humor in his voice. "You'll do," he repeats in the form of a sigh and somehow he finds it enough to reassure him and spread the warmth inside him even further.

"For now."


To Be Continued...

Naruto says "you'll do for now" with a wicked grin on his face. Wah, how cruel of him. TuT

Uh, I was planning on writing more to the ending but I grew so bored with it that I just wanted to end it quickly. So it's omake time! Yay? :D

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"Hey dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm supposed to go training, you know. And shouldn't you be at work?"

"It's okay, lets take the day off."

"It's okay?"

"Yeah. Because I'm the Hokage."

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Way to abuse power. xD

Now, excuse me as I crawl under a rock and DIE.

(one more chapter to go!)