A/N: Oh how I love me some MinaNaru action! There isn't enough out there in the world! This will probably be three to four chapters long so yeah! Enjoy! Hopefully I can get inspiration to finish my other two-shots. Sorry for keeping you waiting on them, it's just really hard to continue writing them. Also, the title was indeed inspired by Adele's song, "Rumor Has It".
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Naruto characters.
Warning: Yaoi (gay love), cursing, sexual content,
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Minato Namikaze &Naruto Uzumaki
Summary: Missions with his eighteen-year-old father were always a disaster. Who would have thought it was all because of jealousy and hormonal confusion?
Rumor Has It
I/V
Icy blue eyes clashed with azure depths.
Minato glowered at his almost could-be-twin standing in front of him.
He didn't like this one bit. Not one fucking bit.
Naruto, in return, scowled sourly. The bitter taste of irony filling his mouth as the realization of his latest assigned mission sunk deep within the recesses of his mind.
Fuck his dumb luck to hell and back.
Fuck it all.
Tearing his gaze away from the younger version of his supposed 'father' Naruto focused his glare to the root of his newly acquired problem. Hiruzen Sarutobi swallowed thickly as fierce cobalt eyes practically burned him alive with their unkind gaze.
"Why does it have to be with this bastard?" Naruto spit out in the midst of his rage, pointing an accusatory finger at Minato who didn't miss a beat as he voiced out his own complaints.
"He'd only hinder the mission." The older of the two spoke through grit teeth. Naruto whirled around, his eyes ablaze with anger and stance ready to beat the shit out of the snotty little punk in front of him. Hokage's Office be damned.
"Fuck you, asshole!" the jinchuuriki shouted back. He blindingly launched himself at the unsuspecting adolescent and tackled him to the ground, landing on his side against the hardwood floor with a loud thud.
And just as he was about to wipe the smirk off Minato's smug face, a strong hand gently caught his fist. Looking up into the stern eyes of the Sandaime, all the fire that had been burning within the angry blond dissipated in an instant. He begrudgingly got off of Minato, but not before shooting the other teen a heated glare.
"This is a mission I have specifically assigned to the both of you. Not because I couldn't have found anybody else more than capable, but because you two seem to need it. I can't have you two always at each other's necks! I expect this joint C-ranked mission to be completed within a week. You leave at dusk, no exceptions. Now both of you – out of my office!"
Not needing to be told twice Naruto stomped out of the room, intending to be far away from the asshole he despised, while Minato merely watched on. The door was slammed shut, making the older blond flinch at the loud noise that echoed through the room and, indefinitely, in his heart. Staring intently at the wooden floorboards under his feet, Minato couldn't help but think that maybe he had taken things a bit too far.
"I do not understand why you don't like the boy, Minato. I could have sworn the both of you would have gotten along before he…vomited on you." Sarutobi chuckled as he recalled the humorous memory.
It had been a year back when Naruto had first appeared at the outskirts of Konoha, orange-jumpsuit barely covering his shivering body as crimson blood gushed from out of the gaping wound in his chest. His body was battered from head to toe, twigs in his mud-matted blond hair (it hadn't even looked blond at the time), and body so tired it literally quaked with every step Naruto had taken.
It had been a miracle he had survived.
Jiraiya had been the one to find the injured boy and had immediately taken action in taking him to the hospital. In little to three days all injuries had been practically wiped clean off the mysterious teen and within those days Sarutobi had managed to find out that the boy was from the future (judging by the aqua-green crystal that hung from his neck). How Naruto had gotten there was still a mystery. Although they both speculated it was Kurama's doing even though the damned fox didn't fess up to it after being questioned by a very pissed off Uzumaki.
On the fifth day of Naruto's stay there Sarutobi found that introducing Minato to his future son would maybe be the best course of action for the young jinchuuriki, seeing as how this was a once in a lifetime chance to see his father. Upon meeting one another, Naruto had promptly spilled his stomach contents all over poor Minato from bundled up nerves and bubbling anxiousness.
To say the Namikaze had been displeased was the overstatement of the year. Naruto had apologized profusely but Minato would have none of it. Ever since that fateful day both teens had been at each other's throats.
Minato scowled at the mention of that unpleasant encounter with the younger, glaring at Sarutobi who was chuckling heartily in front of him. He looked away from the man, clenching his fists tightly at his sides and gritting his teeth as an image of a foxily grinning seventeen-year-old boy surfaced in his mind.
He scoffed and turned narrowed eyes onto his Hokage who watched him with interest.
"It's not that…I just…I don't know. He just makes me feel…ugh. I don't know and it confuses me!" Minato cursed softly under his breath, bringing up his hands to tug at his spiky, blond locks. Sarutobi raised a scruffy eyebrow, not used to seeing the usually composed chūnin in a state of flustered emotions.
A hint of a smile crossed his withered lips.
Maybe Naruto was doing some good for Minato after all. He had never seen the Namikaze so…emotional before. It was refreshing to say the least.
He watched silently as Minato left his office with a blush dusking across his cheeks. Sarutobi wondered how the mission would turn out for the both of them but then figured he shouldn't think too much of it.
Besides, how could they possibly ruin a drop-off mission?
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"Stupid fuckin assholes….damn missions….kill myself….that shithead…old geezers…kiss my ass…"
Nearing-nineteen year old Fugaku raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he passed a familiar head of spiky blond hair. The owner of said hair was too busy grumbling to himself, a frown firmly etched on plum lips to even take notice of Fugaku, which made the young Uchiha frown. He was not used to being totally ignored. What was up with the usually rambunctious teenager?
With curiosity getting the better of him, he turned on his heel; hands nonchalantly stuffed in his pockets, and fell into step with Naruto. It took a while for the younger to notice his presence and when he did, he did not greet him in his overly loud tone of voice. Instead, he shot the Uchiha a surprised look before narrowing his eyes once more, all the while muttering a "Hiya, Fugaku" before going back to apologizing to whatever gods up above for his karma and that he was sorry for hiding Kaka-sensei's Icha Icha Paradise book for an entire week.
It piqued Fugaku's interest even more so he opted to grunt in his usual Uchiha clan salutation.
They continued walking, Naruto still not really paying attention to the older male, which irked the Uchiha. He was not used to being blatantly disregarded. Not by the blond at least.
Clearing his throat loudly he waited patiently for the younger to acknowledge him once more. Fiery blue eyes snapped to him and Fugaku refrained from flinching. Naruto never glared so fiercely before. Just what had happened?
Naruto, realizing that he wasn't shooting his glare at the bane of his existing turmoil (literally), blinked from his stupor and grinned apologetically to the stoic Uchiha. He scratched his cheek sheepishly.
"Ah, sorry Fugaku. Didn't mean to frighten you."
The older teen scoffed at the petty assumption (even though it wasn't far from the truth, but he would never admit that).
"As if you could ever frighten me," he taunted, following Naruto into the dreaded Ichiraku Ramen Stand and reluctantly taking a seat closest to the wall. Really, sometimes he hated his annoying interest (borderline obsession) with the younger. Ever since he had bumped into Naruto while training a few months back, his life had never been the same…
The blond chuckled in response and playfully slapped Fugaku's shoulder, turning back around to face thirty-one-year-old Teuchi and exclaiming that he wanted the usual. Mirthful cerulean orbs flickered onto the Uchiha once more and the latter smirked.
Fugaku, already feeling the first stages of puberty ever since he hit fourteen, wondered how those beautiful, expressive eyes would look underneath him as he fucked the living daylights out of Naruto's tight a-
"Has Minato always been such a bastard? I mean he's more of a bastard than you!"
The hormonal Uchiha mentally groaned, his wild (if only a bit pleasurable) thoughts practically deflating like a balloon. Not this again. He really preferred if Naruto didn't spend his time thinking about that damn blond 'prodigy' everyone always talked about. Seriously, there wasn't a day that didn't go by without the boisterous adolescent complaining about that infuriating Namikaze. What was so special about him anyway? Fugaku couldn't possibly see what the big commotion was about him.
"-and he has the nerve to tell me I'd only be a hindrance to the mission! Me, Uzumaki Naruto, future Hokage of Konohagakure!" Fugaku found himself smirking as the young blond continued to rant on about how he was going to become strong and be a number one badass and yadda yadda yadda. He'd heard it all before so he felt no remorse when he cut Naruto off mid-sentence.
"When are you leaving?" he grunted, raising a hand to trail it through his inky black locks. Naruto gapped for a moment, not really believing the uncanny resemblance that Fugaku had with his future son, Sasuke. The young Uchiha took it the wrong way though, coming to the conclusion that Naruto was ogling his utter handsomeness.
"I uh…I'm leaving in a few hours. Why?"
Fugaku smirked, leaning back in his seat to expose his lean body, young muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his Uchiha-clan embroidered shirt. "I thought we could do some…things…before you left, that's all." Naruto stared at him suspiciously for a moment before a wide grin broke across his boyish face.
"Sure thing, Fu! Once I finish this delicious ramen then we can do whatever you like!" his words were innocent but it had the most sinful affect on Fugaku more than anything. Naruto didn't pay any heed to him since his ramen came as if on cue and he said his usual 'itadakimasu' before digging into his bowl of heavenly goodness.
Fugaku blushed heavily as he watched Naruto practically inhale his ramen. He hunched over in his stool, discreetly palming his engorged cock that strained against his pants. Holy fuck, Naruto probably didn't even have any gag-reflex.
Kami-sama, Fugaku could just imagine it!
"A-Ano-sa, Fugaku, i-is this going to hurt?" Naruto stuttered shyly, a light flush spread across his cheeks as he tried to hide his private parts away from the Uchiha's Sharingan-activated eyes. Fugaku smirked down at him and spread apart Naruto's knees to marvel at the exposed sight before him.
"Only for awhile." He said before lining his erection up to Naruto's rosebud entrance. Fugaku grunted as he pushed into the welcoming tightness and Naruto screamed, raking his nails down the Uchiha's back.
"Fu, you're so biiig!" the blond yelled as tears fell down his cheeks. Fugaku kissed them away and began to thrust into the lithe body below him relentlessly.
"Ooooh, Fu! Harder, please!"
He obliged and drove into Naruto so harshly that-
"Um, Fugaku?"
His eyes snapped open to stare at the worried blond in front of him who stood in front of him, obviously ready to leave. Fugaku coughed into his hand and glanced out at the street beside them, trying to look for something that would perturb him.
Aha! There!
Coincidentally enough there sat a young and pretty girl chewing her bubble gum absentmindedly. Well that certainly made his boner deflate. Not wasting any more time in getting up he followed Naruto away from the Ichiraku Ramen Stand to walk casually amongst the civilians.
"So, what'd you wanna do, Fu?" Naruto finally asked after a moment of silence between them in which Fugaku had still been fantasizing the glorious things he was going to do to Naruto. The young Uchiha turned to him and leered, stopping in the middle of the street to smirk at the blond.
Before he could even get a word out, blond spikes obscured his vision, blatantly interrupting him. Fugaku narrowed his eyes at the other boy standing before him, knowing exactly who the perpetrator was.
"Pack your stuff, we're heading out early."
Naruto frowned and glared at the other teenager.
"Why?" he demanded.
"Because I always head out early."
"That doesn't mean I have-"
"If I have to put up with you for the entirety of this mission, then you will follow my rules." Minato practically growled, impatience clouding his better judgment of how he should treat his teammate.
"Fuck you, I don't have to listen to you. Who died and made yo- gah!" Naruto screamed abruptly when arms encircled his waist and lifted him with ease, slinging him across a broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"What the fuck! Put me down! Fugakuuu!"
The young Uchiha was very tempted to just blow a fireball up Minato's ass, but the moment passed when the older blond took to the rooftops in haste, all the while Naruto flailing around his arms and legs. Fugaku sighed and made his way back to the Uchiha compound, pinching his eyebrows together to rid himself of the oncoming headache he was about to get.
Ah well, he'd try another day.
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"Oof!"
Minato watched impassively as the younger teen hit the ground, feeling only slight remorse when the other's head hit the ground with a thud. The feeling passed though and he brushed it off with a wayward thought of, he's a ninja, and a crappy one at that. Not my fault he can't catch himself.
"Ow! That hurt, ya know!" Naruto screamed while rubbing his now-sore head gingerly as he slowly picked himself off the ground. Minato gave him a shrug and leaned against the wall outside Naruto's apartment nonchalantly.
"Get your things and let's go."
Naruto pouted and with a hand still on his head, he fished around in his pocket for his keys. After fumbling with them for a few moments he finally managed to get the door unlocked and pushed it open. Curiosity getting the better of him, Minato chanced a peek inside.
And was revolted to say the least.
There were quite a number of empty ramen cups strewn about the small, two-room apartment. Various tin cans of different flavored drinks riddled the kitchen table, as well as empty (and judging by the smell, expired too) milk cartons. A fair amount of dishes lay stacked inside the sink, seemingly having not been touched in days. The bed wasn't made, sheets and pillows were strewn about and holy fuck was that a cockroach?!
A shiver ran up Minato's body and he could only stare incredulously at Naruto when he appeared before him, a bored and expectant look on his face with his backpack slung precariously over his shoulder.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go." Uzumaki drawled, nudging him outside and securely locking the door behind him. Naruto raised an inquisitive eyebrow when Minato didn't budge, his eyes as wide as saucers as if he'd seen a ghost. Waving a hand in front of the older male, he finally got somewhat of a reaction.
"How can you live in that pig-sty?"
Naruto frowned at the offending question. There was absolutely nothing wrong with they way he lived his life. Sure he wasn't meticulous neat freak like Sasuke but he wouldn't say he was disgusting either. Jiraiya never had a problem with it back in the good ole days!
Narrowing his eyes at Minato, Naruto promptly crossed his arms and harrumphed. "How can you live with being such a dick?" he countered back haughtily.
"Excuse me?"
Rolling his eyes at his dense teammate, Naruto pushed passed him and continued on his way to the gates of the Konohagakure. A moment later, Minato begrudgingly followed after him, scowl firmly set on his lips.
This was going to be a long week.
And it was just as he had predicted. They'd been walking for over five hours and when it came to set up camp, Naruto let out a frustrated shout, thoroughly startling Minato who was crouched down next to a stream refilling his canteen.
He glanced back, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw the other blond kneeling on the ground with a disappointed look on his face, the contents of his backpack scattered around him. Standing, Minato made his way over to their campsite, looking at everything littered on the ground.
And that was when it clicked.
"You forgot your sleeping bag, didn't you?"
"No." the response was clipped and Naruto refused to look at his teammate. Minato's eyebrow twitched at Naruto's lie and he sighed deeply.
Hurriedly, Naruto gathered all his supplies and stuffed them back into his bag. Grabbing his canteen he went about refilling it and before Minato even had time to address the situation Naruto was already scurrying about the area gathering the necessary wood and tendril to start a fire. The nights were cold during the spring in Konoha, they were going to need the extra warmth.
It was nearing dark by the time Naruto managed to make a decent pile of wood, having come back with tons of twigs in his arms and his hair, smudges of dirt littering his face. Minato snorted upon seeing his appearance.
"I didn't recall gathering firewood to be such a tasking job."
Naruto glared at him fiercely, dumping everything onto, what he would call, a very accomplished woodpile. "Yeah, well, I don't recall ever asking for your opinion." He successfully countered back. Minato simply shook his head, already going about the task of kindling a fire.
While Naruto had been away he had went ahead and done some quick fishing, only managing to snatch four which were now lying neatly on a rag to his side. Slowly but surely the heat rose and he blew on it gently, successfully growing the small flame into a bigger one. Naruto chose that time to walk passed him toward the stream and he silently watched as the light receded from Naruto's figure, leaving him in a shadowy darkness to undress.
He chose to ignore the girlish squeal he heard that was followed by a splash. If not for his sake, then for Naruto's pride, and instead chose to stick the fish and plant them by the fire, letting them cook. And so he sat, enjoying the nighttime calmness that radiated from the forest and the trickling sound of the stream.
Having been enjoying his momentary relaxation, he was slightly startled when he heard a sloshing sound and then soft footsteps coming toward him.
"Oooh what's for dinner? I'm starving!"
Minato peeked an eye open, watching the half-naked and shivering blond quickly slip into a new change of clothes.
"What do you think?"
"I was kinda hoping for some ramen." Licking his lips at the mention of his favorite food, he closed his eyes and hummed in delight. Plopping himself down on the other side of the fire, directly across from Minato, he hugged himself tightly, burying his face into the collar of the simple black jacket he'd donned on.
Minato let out a breathy laugh from his position on the ground, having found it comfortable to lie on his side, arms cushioning his head. "Good luck trying to find that in the woods."
Naruto hummed at that, a silly smile plastered on his face at the thought of actually finding a bowl of hot, steaming miso-pork ramen waiting for him underneath a tree.
The crackling of the firewood had lulled both of them into a sense of serene quietness. Minato, having forgotten what it was to relax for so long, couldn't help but fleetingly wonder if Naruto and he were finally pushing passed their differences to get along.
Or maybe Naruto was doing it for the sake of the mission?
Either way, it was nice.
…that is, until Naruto caught his blanket on fire.
"How stupid can you be!"
"Aaah, shut up and help me put it out!"
His eyebrow twitched in annoyance upon getting up and aiding Naruto in stepping on the fiery blanket to put out the flames. By the time they had put it out, only a soot-covered piece of scrap from the blanket remained. They looked down at it, Minato curiously while Naruto despairingly.
Now how was he going to keep warm?!
"You're such a moron…" the older of the two concurred and Naruto didn't even have the energy to defend himself.
It was an honest mistake on his part. It could have happened to anyone, he'd convinced himself. While having precariously leaned over the fire to grab his seconds of fish on a stick, one of the flaps from the blanket he'd cocooned himself in had undone and, unfortunately, caught on fire.
Minato had already situated himself comfortably inside his sleeping bag, wiggling closer to the fire as the chilling night air sent a shiver down his spine. Glancing worriedly over at his huddling teammate, he bit down on his bottom lip, unsure of what to do.
They weren't close enough for him to offer that solution, and they certainly weren't friends. In the end he opted not to say anything, merely watching as Naruto went about summoning two clones to keep watch for the night.
He had a concentrated look on his face for a long moment once his clones had set about their task. His eyebrows were furrowed, a slight frown marring his lips, and he had his tongue out almost cutely.
"Aha!"
Plopping himself down next to the fire, he sat Indian style on the ground, bringing his hands together and closing his eyes.
And that was when Minato felt it.
The unmistakable chakra energy signature that flared only slightly, almost unnoticeable if no one was paying close enough attention to it. But Minato undoubtedly felt the small flare.
Figuring that Naruto was fine since his shivering had long since gone down, Minato closed his eyes and let sleep take him.
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He awoke as the first beams of sunlight hit the forest trees, as he did every day. It took a couple of seconds to blink away the sleep in his eyes. With his vision cleared and mind no longer groggy, he glanced over at his teammate.
And was surprised upon seeing nothing besides the blackened woodpile with a few embers still lit. Raking his eyes over the rest of the vicinity he still did not spot his teammate and panic was suddenly grabbing at him.
Until he felt a small movement right next to him.
Looking down he literally forgot how to breathe when he was met with the most adorable sight he'd ever seen. Naruto resembled, for lack of better words, a small kitten. His body was curled in on itself, knees tucked under his chin and one arm was cushioning his head. His free hand, however, was clutching tightly to the flap of Minato's sleeping bag, a futile attempt to obtain some cover.
Minato's eyes flickered onto Naruto's face and noticed with unusual detail that his teammate didn't hold the usual curved features of his trademark foxy grin (or irate scowl that seemed to be his permanent expression while around Minato). Instead, he held a partly serene expression, his finely shaped eyebrows slightly knitted together while in his slumber.
And that was when he felt it; the unmistakable heat that was emanating off of Naruto like waves. He was like a personnel heater and Minato marveled at the fact that he could still have remarkable chakra control despite being asleep.
Trying desperately to regain some form of semblance within himself Minato made a move to stand. He did so cautiously, trying not to rouse his teammate from his sleep, but to no avail. The instant he successfully wiggled out of his sleeping bag and jumped up in constrained triumph, blue eyes much like his own slowly began to blink open.
"Fugaku…?" came the disorientated question while a hand searched blindingly for something – or a certain someone, Minato mused. Naruto had successfully blinked away the sleep from his eyes and was now looking around the vicinity, confused. His gaze landed upon Minato and raised a curious eyebrow.
Smirking foxily, Naruto opened his mouth and spoke, "Is it that early in the morning or are you just happy to see me?"
Minato looked down at Naruto's line of sight and he felt like dying of mortification. How in Kami-sama's name had ne not realized his…predicament until now?
And so he did the only thing he could think of in that moment, not caring if his pride would get him later for it.
He Hiraishin'ed out of there.
Naruto's laughter rang through the forest as the sun rose in the horizon and despite Minato being several yards away, it still managed to reach his ears and he flushed in embarrassment. The fast beating of his heart was pounding in his ears and suddenly he just wanted to drop the mission and go home to barricade himself with no one to bother him for several weeks.
Meanwhile, the younger of the two wiped away the fat tears that had rolled down his cheeks, finally standing on shaky legs and a throbbing stomach to go about the morning. He fully realized that he would be on his own when packing everything but it did nothing to lessen his chuckles.
It took him a total of thirty minutes to pat down their wood-turned-ash pile and get Minato's things neatly packed into the backpack he left behind. He'd been in the middle of changing shirts when Minato finally returned. They stilled upon seeing each other, with Naruto halfway through his black with orange hemming, short-sleeved shirt, and taut stomach for the world.
But it wasn't the expanse of flesh that had Minato's eyes drawn the other's abdomen, it was the intricate seal that swirled around Naruto's navel that prevented him from looking away.
It seemed as though Naruto realized what the other teen was staring at and he immediately tugged his shirt down. Plastering a grin on his face he proceeded to scratch the back of his head nervously, alternating his weight on either of his legs.
"Minato-bastard! 'Bout time you showed up! I'm packed and ready to go so quit lagging behind!" Naruto was sure his cheerfulness sounded strained but he couldn't help it. He was sweating on the inside, hoping against hope that his future father wouldn't question what he'd seen.
"Naruto-"
"Well I'm heading out now so don't take too long beating your meat." He teased, knowing that it'd get the necessary reaction out of Minato like he had expected. Red flooded Minato's face as if a faucet had been opened and he looked away in embarrassment.
"Shut up, idiot." He retorted, stomping over to his pack and throwing it over his shoulder, preparing to take off with or without his annoying counterpart.
They made their way back to the original path and walked in stretched silence, neither of them not really wanting to say much in case both topics of taboo (for them) somehow ended up in a possible conversation.
It was reaching early afternoon when they decided to stop for a lunch break. Naruto's stomach had been growling monstrously by that point, but had remained stubbornly quiet knowing full well that his teammate would tease him of withholding the completion of their mission. When Minato had finally called for a break to quench his own rising hunger he couldn't help but shake his head at the happy yell of, "Yatta!" that came from Naruto.
He was exuberant in every way. Starting from his physical appearance to his actual personality and Minato couldn't help but be reminded of a friend back at home.
"Kushina." Minato uttered softly and absentmindedly, but it was just enough for Naruto to hear and he snapped his head in the older male's direction, fried fish halfway hanging out of his mouth. It only added to his look of complete bafflement and innocence.
"'ee yur 'irfrien?" he questioned through a mouthful of food, small particles of chewed up fish splaying out which had Minato scrunching his face in disgust.
"No. She's just a friend." Minato gave a simple reply, hoping to steer clear of the conversation. Naruto narrowed his eyes suspiciously, gulping down the remnants of the fish in one go.
"Don't seem like it!" he chirped innocently, grin stretching across his face when Minato turned to glare at him.
He scowled at the younger male, "I don't see her that way." Naruto shrugged, taking a bite out of his food.
"Your blush doesn't really agree with you." He retorted, hiding his smirk from the other when he saw Minato flush in embarrassment. Naruto had been bluffing about the blush, but he sure did know how to push Minato's buttons.
"Look who's talking, idiot."
Naruto raised a curious eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?" Minato smirked in satisfaction at finally regaining the upper hand in their disputes.
"Don't act so innocent. I know you're bonking sticks with Fugaku. Huh, I would have never guessed the Ice Prince to swing that way."
The blush returned full force now, but this time it was on Naruto. The latter stood up abruptly and Minato simply watched him with bored eyes, not giving the other the satisfaction at seeing him amused by the entire situation. Naruto glowered at him, teeth clenched and fists at his sides.
"Where'd you get that from? Straight out of your uptight ass?" the younger of the two fired back snidely, fury shown clear in his bright eyes. Coming up to stand, Minato let the insult slide passed him knowing that a reaction was exactly what Naruto was looking for.
He crossed his arms over his chest, an aura of haughtiness surrounding him, "You don't have to hide it, Naruto. It's okay to admit it, I already know. You say his name a lot in your sleep."
Having said that Naruto recoiled as if he'd been burned, a look of absolute horror stuck on his face. "What the hell? That's gross! And quit lying, you're taking this too far! If anyone goes that way its you."
The sudden accusation startled him for a moment but he composed himself just as quickly. He hadn't expected Naruto's odd proclamation and by the looks of it, Naruto hadn't really been either. Maybe I'm the one pulling shit out of my ass, he thought briefly but squashed it down, not wanting Minato to realize that he had nowhere to go with their argument.
"What makes you say that?" he was honestly slightly offended at the borderline disgusted tone Naruto had used, but he didn't let it show for fear of making it seem as though the other had been right.
"Because it's you."
Well, Naruto sure was stumped, but he never backed down! He wasn't about to let this bastard get out of this unscathed if he had any say!
"Me?" Poor Minato was utterly confused. Had he honestly given off that kind of vibe toward the younger?
"Yeah, you. So if anyone's 'bonking sticks' it's you, you prick!" he was screaming by then and pointing an accusatory finger at Minato.
This is ridiculous, he thought as he watched Naruto twitch nervously, glancing sporadically from Minato to everything else. He's really making stuff up now.
But before Minato made a move to call the idiot out on it, he smirked devilishly, his mind already in the process of conjuring up something amazing. Maybe something good could come out of this situation if he executed his plan correctly. It'd teach the younger a lesson and it guaranteed Naruto's infinite silence. But if bad came to worse, then it could mean the end of Minato's esteemed reputation amongst his colleagues.
Mulling it over in his head, he finally decided to throw caution to the wind and stepped forward, Naruto's pointed finger now inches away from his chin. The smaller of the two gulped nervously, eyes wide and - dare he say it - somewhat frightened. Naruto had a gut feeling that this wasn't going to end well…
"Does it bother you?" came the sultry question that had Naruto flinching back, but a hand wrapped itself around his wrist and prevented further movement. Minato's eyes had suddenly gotten a shade darker than before and they were looking at him as if he was some sort of prey. The older male's posture had gone from relaxed to straight and intimidating in a matter of seconds and Naruto found himself staring up instead of ahead. They were now literally inches away from each other.
"Does it, Naruto?"
He squirmed under the intensity of Minato's gaze, "N-No, but-"
"Then I'm guessing you don't mind this, right?"
Moving forward again Minato wrapped an arm around Naruto's waist and aligned their bodies together. Thighs pressed against thighs, hips meeting crotch and torsos touching. Naruto's forehead reached Minato's chin and he blushed furiously at their sudden proximity. He placed hands against the bigger male to try and release himself from the intimate hold.
"Yes, I do mi-"
His arm was pulled upward toward the sky and it took him a moment to realize that their faces were now to the point where their breath mingled together.
"Are you sure?"
Leaning down a bit closer, their noses met and if he tilted his head ever so slightly, then their lips would soon be too.
"I-I…Minato I…" Naruto couldn't get the words out even if he wanted to. Their closeness was stirring things within him he never thought possible and it was such a confusing experience for him. He didn't know what to do or how to react. He just knew that he needed to get away.
Meanwhile, Minato had no intention of kissing the other male. He'd just wanted to strike some fear in Naruto so the other wouldn't try messing with him anymore.
But the huge hawk that suddenly flew above them had other things in mind.
The heavy object that it'd been carrying up until that point somehow managed to loosen enough to the point where it slipped from its grip. Slowly, almost painfully, it dropped right smack on top Minato's head and landed on the grass with a soft 'thump'.
Plump lips met with almost identical ones.
And in that instant, the only word that Minato managed to conjure up was:
Fuuuuuuck.
A/N: So yeah...this happened. Just thought I'd share. Please tell me what you think!