Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ It Takes Two ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: All characters/settings owned by Masashi Kishimoto.

 

 

 

It Takes Two

 

When Minato looked up again, it was in response to lengthening shadows. The sun was sinking lower in the sky but this had no effect on the intensity of its heat. Minato had been stuck in his office since dawn handling all manners of paperwork and reports that piled in endlessly. Only now did he set aside his pen to flex an aching hand and blink wearily around his office. Konoha was enduring an end-of-spring heat wave, the first of the season, and the office was like an oven even with the windows thrown open. The heat was starting to get inside his head as well, making his thoughts as stuffy as the stagnant air. Had he eaten at all today? Minato couldn't even remember what he did ten minutes ago. It was high time he got out of this office for some fresh air and maybe something to eat. Ichiraku's sounded great. A little human contact would be nice, too. Especially a familiar face, but more than just a casual acquaintance. Someone he'd known for a long time and who would see him as something more than Yondaime Hokage: Konoha's Yellow Flash. Someone whom he hadn't seen for months and months.

 

Minato swiveled around his chair to peer out over a sunbathing Konoha and knew exactly where he could find such a someone at this hour. Without a doubt, that someone could probably use a break himself. Hopefully his former-student hadn't outgrown him in all this time and would still recognize him as someone he could trust. It was something Minato worried about from time to time, though it was silly to think of Kakashi that way—as a wild animal, partially tamed but inclined to revert to a feral life without occasional contact from the human world. All the more reason to drop in for a surprise visit. Smiling at the thought of seeing the young Hatake again, Minato stood and stretched. His body ached from the daylong lack of movement, but Minato ignored it and slipped through the open window, leaping out into golden afternoon light.

 

 

 

There came a knock at the door. “Minato!” The office echoed with more pounding knocks until Tsunade threw open the door and surveyed an empty room.

 

“See? Didn't I tell you he'd be out?” Jiraiya's voice rang in behind her.

 

“Hmph. Figures,” the woman scowled and folded her arms beneath an ample bosom, fingers tapping irately against her arm.

 

“He'll be back. We should just leave him a note…” Jiraiya scanned the cluttered desk for a pen and something to scribble on. He managed to stumble across the pen Minato had been using earlier but it was fresh out of ink.

 

“A note?! Jiraiya, this is important. We can't just leave him a note. He has to hear it from us right away!” She stormed across the room to the open window and peered out. “Now where could that brat have gone…?”

 

Paying little attention to his ranting companion, Jiraiya gave up his hunt for another pen and leaned against the young Hokage's desk, fanning himself with a large hand. “I can see why he left. It's like a sauna in here.”

 

Tsunade brightened. “That's it. Ichiraku's!”

 

“Of course, I wouldn't mind if it were a sauna in here. Would you, Tsunade-hime?” Jiraiya's lecherous chuckle echoed in the now empty office. “…Tsunade?”

 

 

 

Minato sped over rooftops and treetops, little more than an effortless gust of wind on his way to the training grounds. He could already see the chain link fence coming into view at the edge of the village. But Kakashi wouldn't be here. He'd always chosen to do his training in a more secluded place deeper in the woods where ANBU often trained. Breezing over the first and second sets of training grounds, Minato vanished into the denser region of the surrounding forest. Here the woods were cool and damp from the morning's rain, providing some much needed protection from the harsh sun with its new growth of greenery.

 

As he closed the distance to Kakashi's training site, Minato could already hear the clink and scrape of metal growing more and more distinct. Reaching a break in the forest, he dropped down onto a vast island of clear, grassy earth surrounded by trees on all sides. All was quiet here except for the busy chirruping of birds and the croaks of distant frogs. It appeared empty but Kakashi was somewhere close by; Minato could sense him and smiled as a presence joined his side just a moment later.

 

"Sensei...?" came the low, soft voice. When had Kakashi's voice gotten so deep? It must've been long ago because Minato couldn't recall a specific instant, or it had happened so gradually he hadn't noticed. In his eyes, Kakashi had always been a man… on the outside.

 

Minato turned to the young man beside him, eyes sparkling with a smile as he took in the sight. At least five months had passed since he'd last seen Kakashi and he noted how the difference in their heights had grown smaller. Kakashi was wearing his black ANBU-issued clothing but due to the late spring heat wave, he went without shoes and the uniform's heavy protective outer-layer. Through the snug sleeveless shirt, it was easy to see that the teen's physique had gained substantial definition as well.

 

"Don't mind me. I'm just taking a break," Minato spoke before Kakashi could inquire further. "We can stop for dinner later. Sound good?"

 

"Yeah," Kakashi nodded. "I won't be long."

 

Minato flashed a winning smile and treaded through the grass to where an ancient black oak overlooked the field. Shedding his red and white cloak, he folded it neatly beside him and sat to lean against the tree's sturdy trunk. It was great to be out here away from the clutter and stuffiness of his office and in the fresh air, heavy with the promise of summer. And best of all, he'd be treated to another grand performance by his admirable former-student. Watching the teen in action always brought him endless joy—the way Kakashi had grown into a creature of composed power and fearsome grace. Together with his cunning intellect, Kakashi was a shining example of Konoha's most formidable—and beautiful—young shinobi. Of course, Minato could never pay such compliments to the irritable Hatake out loud. So he did all of his quiet admiration from a distance.

 

As Minato made himself comfortable, Kakashi took a few paces toward the center of the field before his hands met in a jutsu. There was a soft pop and from within a plume of smoke, an identical silver-haired copy appeared. The two dropped into their battle stances, kunai drawn at the ready, and then launched into a fierce sparring tournament that became invisible with their speed. A storm of metal clinked and sang all around the field and within the surrounding trees. Minato could only follow it by sound and sometimes by sight when the occasional white-hot glow of chakra seared the lazy air of twilight. Then the sounds of battle ceased and there was a stretch of silence in which a cricket dared to chirp. Thinking the training session might already be over, Minato waited for Kakashi to return. Instead, a blur raced across his field of vision, moving toward him with deadly speed until it was slammed against the ground with an earth quaking thud that sent grassy dirt chunks flying.

 

Once the debris had stopped raining down, Minato unshielded his eyes and blinked. Just a few yards away and in perfect view, one Kakashi lay pinned face-down on the ground, arm twisted behind his back at a painful angle. It was held firmly in place by his identical opponent who sat atop him, body bent to press down with his weight. The pinned teen struggled in vain against the other's hold, muscles tensing visibly, but when he felt the tip of a kunai press into the base of his skull, he froze. With one cheek resting in the grass, he lay defeated, unable to escape the powerful grip of the other Kakashi's thighs.

 

Minato was leaning forward now, blatantly enthralled. To see his spellbinding former-student like this—being held captive and yet dominating, both at the same time, and with an equally sexy partner—was like being caught up in the wet dream of the century. He couldn't tear his eyes away for the life of him as they devoured the scene, paying special attention to the valley of Kakashi's back; how it sloped down and then back up again where it flowed smoothly into the beginning of firm buttocks. It was there the two bodies touched, pressed together. Refusing to blink, Minato thought he'd seen the trapped Kakashi's backside push up just a little closer into the groin of his twin sitting atop. Whether or not it had been a figment of Minato's imagination, it enkindled something deep within him and sent a coil of desire winding itself up tight in his lower abdomen.

 

The pair (Minato could not tell which was which) panted softly, almost in unison. Their sweat-dampened clothes adhered to their skins, revealing muscle-bound bodies. Minato's heart pounded as the victor tipped his head forward, letting two drops of sweat fall from his forehead onto the bare shoulder of the Kakashi beneath him. The sweat mingled and rolled over taut creamy skin, following the curve of hard muscle until it was lost in the long wisps of grass. Oh how Minato longed to watch it continue its course, at least until it slid along the shelf of Kakashi's clavicle. But fate was cruel and that clavicle happened to be thinly clothed and buried against the grass.

 

The whole spectacle had already come to an end anyway when the recumbent clone vanished in a puff of smoke. A single silver-haired teen was left behind now, his knees still planted firmly in the grass as he put away his kunai. Though he acted aloof, Kakashi hadn't missed the intense blue gleam in Minato's eyes and raised his own gaze, cool and mismatched, to meet it.

 

“Should we go?” he asked in that bored tone of his.

 

Minato, suddenly aware of himself, blinked but couldn't completely break from the trance.

 

“…Maybe you should take a break and cool off first,” he suggested more for his own sake than for Kakashi's.

 

“Easier said than done in this weather,” Kakashi mumbled, wiping sweat from his brow with a gloved forearm. Minato suddenly realized that he might have a slight fetish for those gloves, at least when they were on Kakashi's arms.

 

Then, like the slinking semi-wild animal of Minato's earlier thoughts, Kakashi crawled up beside his former sensei on all fours and plunked himself down onto the grass. Just watching Kakashi move like that made the fiery coils deep in Minato's abdomen contract again. And to make things worse, the teen had chosen a rather close proximity. Even through the remaining heat of a long and humid day, Minato could feel the waves of warmth radiating from Kakashi's body, carrying with it the musky scent of sweat and rain and fresh grass. There was just a faint breeze creeping through the forest and Kakashi had seated himself in a way that partially blocked it from reaching Minato, wafting the scent to his nose just so.

Even though there was no more pair of beautiful silver-haired twins straddling one another in front of him, the aftermath—the flame the image had ignited inside of Minato—was still burning just as strongly and now everything Kakashi did seemed to fuel it. And what's more, it was as if the clever little minx was aware of it. Testament to that thought, Kakashi peeled away the mask from his face and neck to let the skin breathe. An errant bead of sweat rolled from the matted silver hair at his temple down along the curve of his jaw, stopping at the smoothly angled chin where it hung precariously. Un-coincidentally, Minato's eyes were still glued on his former-student, and the exposure of the boyishly handsome face only added to the surrealism of the afternoon's events. Even Minato, who was an intimate friend of Kakashi's, was rarely treated to a view of that face. And that's when realization struck Minato like a bolt of lightening!

"Ramen again, Sensei?" Kakashi purred. He knew the answer of course, but inquired just to tease.

Minato somewhat nodded, still stricken by the genius of his wonderfully manipulative protégé.

"Well, we'd better go then. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting...," With perfect timing, Kakashi reached up to his neck ready to stretch the sweaty fabric over his face once more when he suddenly found his wrist caught in Minato's firm grip.

"Sensei?" Kakashi's face was the picture of innocence—dark eyes wide with surprise and lips parted quizzically, but the Yondaime knew better.

"I can wait a little longer." Minato smiled playfully as he drew Kakashi's hand away from his neck. “…If it's alright with you, Kakashi-kun.”

 

Two of Minato's fingers traced the path the bead of sweat had taken along the line of Kakashi's jaw, catching up to the droplet where it still clung to the teen's chin. Capturing it with a fingertip, Minato let it soak onto his skin. Then with a thumb, he lightly brushed over soft lips. Immediately, the false innocence drained from Kakashi's face and dual-toned eyes glanced down his straight nose at Minato's hand. Lips parted wider and the tip of a warm tongue extended just enough to touch the rough pad of Minato's thumb.

Feeling the contrast of hard, slick enamel and the soft, wet warmth of Kakashi's tongue, Minato's spine prickled and he pressed his thumb deeper into the velvety mouth. He couldn't help but notice the way Kakashi looked so seductive and gorgeous in that moment, with dark silver lashes barely touching smooth, pale cheekbones. Then the teen peered up into Minato's eyes, smoldering as he closed his lips around the digit in his mouth, suckling it gently.

Blue eyes blazing, Minato withdrew his hand from Kakashi's face and slowly licked the sweat-stained tip of his finger; the one he'd used to capture the salty drop from Kakashi's chin. Once the salty taste was gone, he tucked the saliva-moistened pad of his thumb into his mouth, sucking from it Kakashi's delectable flavor.

 

Before long, Kakashi grew impatient with his sensei's teasing and snatched the blonde's hand away from his mouth. The teen's dark eyes burned with intensity, chin tilted up and lips desperate to be tasted. It took everything Minato had to keep from launching an assault on that mouth. Instead he scarcely contained his want behind a wry smile.

 

“This has all been intentional from the moment I arrived, hasn't it. Starting with that kage bunshin act of yours. Tactful,” Minato stated in a silky voice. Who knows how long the teen had planned for this event. Now had just been a perfect opportunity—alone in an empty patch of training ground with no one around to witness them. Of course Kakashi would have acted upon it; the Hatake brat wasn't a genius for nothing.

 

“You finally noticed, Sensei? I'd have thought you would be oblivious as always,” Kakashi replied with a sardonic smirk. “I guess sometimes it takes two of me to get your attention.”

 

Minato's grin faded, cerulean eyes growing sincere. Over the years, there had been numerous subtle attempts on Kakashi's part to gain his attention, he knew, but he'd chosen to pretend they'd never happened. It hurt to think how Kakashi must've felt with each subtle rejection, but Minato had only wanted to protect the boy to his best ability. He didn't think it was right to respond then. And he didn't know whether it was right to respond now.

 

“Kakashi, I was never oblivious...” he admitted.

 

“I know, Sensei.” It was as if Kakashi could read his thoughts. “And this time, I'm not going to let you ignore me.” He turned and crawled into Minato's lap, straddling him—all solid lithe muscle, like a panther. “I'm not a kid anymore. I haven't been for a long, long time. I know what I want.”

 

Minato tensed and pressed his back against the tree trunk behind him, but it was like backing into a brick wall and there was nowhere to go. Perhaps, Minato thought, that with the aid of heaven above and mass quantities of sheer willpower, he might still be able to escape without causing too much damage. Most of this was his own fault, after all. But Kakashi, who was already holding Minato's wrist firmly in one hand, decided to capture the other as well, making sure his sensei wouldn't make a run for it.

 

“My, my. Will I have to tie you up, Sensei?” No thought was safe from the teen's sharp mind. It sounded like a joke in Kakashi's lazy drawl, but Minato knew he was absolutely serious. That's when Minato realized he couldn't try to stop what was happening. Kakashi didn't even trust him enough to let go of his hands. And if he couldn't trust his own former-sensei, then who else was there in Kakashi's life that he could fully trust? Minato already knew the answer to that…

 

“You can let go, Kakashi-kun,” Minato reassured him, looking into the teen's eyes. “I'm not going to try and leave you.”

 

But Kakashi did nothing more than eye his sensei dubiously. It pierced Minato's soul to see such mistrust in his former-student's eyes. The hurt must have made itself evident on the blonde's face because Kakashi's grip finally loosened, albeit slowly. Besides, Minato was a ninja of legendary power and Kakashi knew that if the man wanted to escape, he'd have already done it.

 

Never once veering his cerulean gaze from Kakashi's eyes, Minato sat up, carefully taking the teen's face between cupped hands. Their lips met and he could feel the years aching behind Kakashi's kiss. How long had he kept the teen waiting? Three years? Maybe more? Kakashi's lips were so soft, so supple, against his own. Minato kissed them tenderly as the flame deep within crept higher into his chest. He could tell from the way they trembled that Kakashi was still too stunned to mount a reaction. But it didn't last long and Kakashi crushed his lips against Minato's, head angled to deepen the kiss, until enamel chinked against enamel and the blonde's head knocked against the bark of the tree trunk behind him.

 

Not even noticing the bump to his skull, Minato's hands buried themselves in the thicket of silver hair, blunt nails digging into sensitive scalp. Black-gloved arms snaked around the Yondaime's neck as his tongue delved beyond Kakashi's wet lips, tasting sweat and the intoxicating flavor that was all Kakashi.

 

 

 

“We've searched everywhere, Tsunade,” Jiraiya sighed, leaning against the hotspring's tall security fence (which he knew from personal experience did little good). “Maybe he took a much needed vacation.”

 

“He left his windows open. That means he's nearby.” Tsunade rubbed her temple as if trying to resurrect her patience.

 

“Exactly!” Jiraiya saw an opening. “That's why we should just wait a little while until he gets back. In fact, what better place to kill some time than right here? We could buy a private bath.”

 

Tsunade's eyes fluttered open. “I've got it!”

 

“You… you do???” Jiraiya nearly dismantled the fence as he straightened up. “I'll help pay for the sa-”

 

“No, there's still one place we haven't checked and I know exactly where he is. Let's go!” she roared in determination and bolted towards the training grounds.

 

Luckily Jiraiya's forehead protector was in its rightful place or else the palm to the forehead may have done some minor damage.

 

“Damnit, that brat,” he muttered and followed after Tsunade.

 

 

 

Kakashi sighed and moaned under his breath as the slick, flexible muscle explored his mouth. Kissing Minato was like eating a delicious sweet with a smooth, melted center that filled his mouth with its warmth. It made his mouth water and he suckled his sensei's invading tongue, stealing Minato's breath away in doing so. Already seated heavily in Minato's lap, he grinded down his hips against the hardness he felt there. As if in reward, one of Minato's hands strayed from tousled hair to explore Kakashi's body, sliding up beneath the teen's clinging sweaty shirt, feeling out the chiseled abdomen and pectorals, the pair of hard nipples, the taut muscles running lengthwise up and down his back, and the raised lines of scars all along the way.

 

But as Minato's hand roved over Kakashi's sinuous musculature, it became more and more shy the lower it went. Taking heed of this, Kakashi reached back and guided Minato's hand down beneath the hem of his pants where the skin was steamy and slick with sweat. It didn't take much encouragement before Minato's hand was all over the two firm globes of muscle, squeezing and kneading with great liberty. Kakashi's grunt and accompanying mewl were muffled by the heated kiss, sparing him little embarrassment. Minato grinned into the kiss as he delved two fingers into the hot crevice and slid them upwards. The resulting response from Kakashi nearly took off Minato's tongue.

 

“Sensei!” Kakashi gasped and then groaned breathlessly, cheeks flushed.

 

“You remember what to call me, Kakashi,” Minato panted still grinning.

 

“Minato…” he corrected himself adorably and swallowed.

 

The blonde's eyes flashed a dark shade of blue as he watched Kakashi sit up, wanting but not pressuring, willing to go along with whatever his former-student had planned in that genius mind of his. He was admittedly disheartened when Kakashi lifted off of him, but when he saw that it was only to shift lower, a guilty wave of delight swept through his body. Shivers crawled up his spine while Kakashi unzipped the straining arousal in his sensei's pants and when the teen bent to taste it, Minato raked his fingers through the tousled hair but looked elsewhere, not yet ready to watch. But even if he wasn't watching, he could certainly feel everything—Kakashi's lips wrapping around the flared tip and sliding down, the hot cavern of his mouth engulfing him as Kakashi swallowed him nearly down to the root, tongue laving to help spread around the saliva. Minato drew in a shaky breath and blinked his eyes shut. Could anything that felt this good really be right? The answer didn't matter. As long as Kakashi didn't stop.

 

When the shaft was slick to the touch of his lips, Kakashi pulled off with a slurp and lifted himself up to fight off his pants. Wasting no time, he returned to straddle Minato's lower abdomen, directly over the spot where the pressure was building up most. Minato bit back a groan with little success, fingers tensing against lean thighs, and Kakashi smirked wickedly. The crevice of Kakashi's smooth, taut buttocks aligned perfectly with Minato's rock-hard shaft and the teen wriggled wantonly in his sensei's lap, pulling out gasps and groans from the blonde that Kakashi had only dreamt of hearing. After tugging off his arm-length gloves, Kakashi's hands crept up beneath Minato's shirt, exposing his sensei's golden skin, stretched tight over hard muscles that quivered at his touch.

 

“Kakashi…” Minato breathed out every syllable almost below a whisper. He could feel himself losing control with every passing moment and again, Kakashi managed to sense it.

 

With a hand gripping Minato's shoulder for support, Kakashi lifted himself up and pressed down against the swollen, flushed head of Minato's cock. Minato reached out to steady him as the teen balanced precariously. It was so tight Minato didn't think he could ever penetrate it, not without Kakashi hurting himself. He could feel the hairs on the top of his head swaying with the teen's heavy panting and the pale hand on his shoulder trembled.

 

“Push in,” Kakashi grounded out between his teeth.

 

But Minato didn't dare lift his hips.

 

“Don't force it, Kakashi-kun. I don't think you're ready yet.”

 

The hand on his shoulder tensed, pressing firmly enough to stifle the trembles.

 

“I've been ready,” Kakashi growled with a note of desperation.

 

“That isn't what I meant,” Minato soothed. Though his eyes were darkened with lust, he still managed a sweet smile. “I won't leave you, especially not now. I just don't want you to hurt yourself on me.”

 

As he spoke, he slid a hand along Kakashi's thigh toward his center, gently stroking the teen's cock from the hilt up and collecting clear fluids from the tip onto his fingers. Then he reached further, smearing it with his own pre-come over the head of his patient arousal, still slick with Kakashi's spit. A shaky breath escaped Kakashi's lips as Minato pressed a fingertip into the too-eager orifice. Of course, Kakashi could have done this on his own, but Minato's fingers felt different and one-thousand times better.

 

Minato had barely gotten the third finger in when Kakashi groaned impatiently and swatted his sensei's hand away.

 

“I'm ready,” he insisted, bracing himself on Minato's shoulder once more.

 

“Positive?” Minato shivered as he felt the teen's hand wrap around his waiting cock and guide the head against muscles that would hopefully put up less resistance.

 

“Yes.” Kakashi's voice sounded a bit strained and the weight caused Minato's burning erection to finally pierce into his body. A crease marred his smooth forehead as he slowly lowered himself down, letting the muscles swallow up Minato's shaft until the entire length was fully ensconced. Minato nearly lost control as the velvety warmth wrapped tightly around him and his cock gave a warning pulse. His hand lightly stroked Kakashi's own arousal, just enough to help him bear the discomfort.

 

“Take a deep breath, Kakashi-kun,” Minato whispered and smiled when the teen drew in a long breath of warm air.

 

Exhaling, Kakashi began to pull himself up, the balls of his feet digging into warm, soft earth. When he lowered himself back down, his breath caught and he moaned with a definite note of pleasure. His whole body seemed to transform, arching beautifully as invisible hot sparks surged up along his spine. Now that he'd discovered the zone of pure bliss, Kakashi's gaze became unfocused and hazy while he slid up and down Minato's thick shaft. It felt incredible to have Minato's heartbeat pulsing inside of him, threatening to burst the seams that made up the very core of his being at any given moment.

 

Blue eyes were cemented to the teen's face and body with intense fascination as Kakashi fucked himself on Minato's cock. It was the most erotic thing Minato had ever seen. Or felt. He could feel Kakashi's body thrumming with the tremors of life all around him—could feel every rapid breath and every fluttering heartbeat. Any guilt he'd been harboring earlier retreated somewhere to the back of his mind. His hands couldn't resist sliding up Kakashi's belly, rolling up the shirt to watch droplets of sweat glisten in fading orange and pink light as they sluiced over shifting hills and troughs of muscles. He pressed his palm below Kakashi's navel and marveled as the muscles bunched up tight, clinching together on the inside as well. Waves of heat were crashing inside of Minato now, ready to explode when he sensed something on the periphery of his consciousness.

 

Just then his body went rigid and his eyes shot open in horror.

 

“Someone's coming,” he whispered sharply. Why? Why all the way out here? Why now? Their timing couldn't have possibly been any worse! Minato was stock-still as he felt the familiar presence draw near. “It's Tsunade and Jiraiya. They must be looking for me.”

 

His voice was low and fast and full of remorse while he struggled to remove Kakashi as carefully and quickly as possible. “I'm so sorry, Kakashi. Please forgive me. We'll finish this another time. I promise.”

 

The focus instantly returned to Kakashi's eyes with a livid flash as Minato grasped his hips and started to push away.

 

“No! I'm not letting anything ruin this moment,” Kakashi hissed. And before Minato could completely release himself from the teen's delicious warmth, Kakashi resisted adamantly and all but impaled himself as he planted his hips firmly in his sensei's lap again, clamping down with all his might.

 

At Kakashi's sudden forceful movement, Minato went blind with pleasure and lost all control over his body. His hips responded with a sharp upward jag that peaked with his throbbing climax. The pleasure of Minato erupting inside of him ripped through Kakashi's body and with a soundless moan, his own essence splattered between the two of them.

 

When Minato's vision returned, he had a face full of silver hair and a panting, naked Kakashi plastered to his body, still refusing to let go. But the two other ninja were zeroing in far too quickly. There wasn't even time enough for Kakashi to pull on his pants or catch his breath. He would have to use his fastest specialty technique to jutsu himself and Kakashi out of there—Jikan Kuukan. Stuffing his cloak and Kakashi's clothes between them, Minato was half-way through the seal when Kakashi's hand knifed its way between Minato's fingers.

 

“We can't just leave. They'll be too suspicious,” Kakashi whispered, nose to nose with Minato. “I've got an idea.”

 

 

 

“They're right over there,” Tsunade pointed to an ancient tree.

 

“I'll wait.” Jiraiya perched on a heavy branch.

 

The kunoichi nodded and dropped to the forest floor. As soon as she stepped around from behind the massive tree trunk, she paused abruptly and squinted down at the sight before her.

 

“What in god's name are you brats doing?!”

 

“What's it look like we're doing?” Minato replied holding up a hand. In his palm sat a poorly crafted paper crane with its head facing the wrong way. “Origami.”

 

The kunoichi raised a skeptical eyebrow. “In the dark?”

 

Minato peered up toward the sky from where he was sitting cross-legged in the grass and surrounded by many crumpled wads of paper. When had it gotten so dark? The glow of the sunset had cast them into shadows. Scratching the back of his head, he offered a sheepish grin.

 

“…..Ahah-hah!! No wonder they're turning out so badly!” Minato laughed awkwardly and pointed to his disfigured crane.

 

Nearby, Kakashi lay half-sprawled on the grass, carelessly tossing and re-tossing a paper airplane in a cyclical fashion and ignoring the world around him.

 

It was obvious by Tsunade's leer that she wasn't buying any of it, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

 

“Minato, if you'll stop horsing around and return to your office soon, Jiraiya and I have an important piece of news you need to know.”

 

“I'll be there shortly, Tsunade-san. Shinobi's honor.” Minato grinned with a cheerful wink.

 

Tsunade was nearly won over by his charm, but then remembered Jiraiya watching from the tree and glared half-heartedly.

 

“Mh. Alright then, Namikaze. I expect to see you there soon,” she said glancing once more between the two of them with unhidden suspicion.

 

And with that she and Jiraiya bounded away in the direction of the fading sunlight. In their wake, Minato and Kakashi exchanged knowing glances before going up in two white puffs of smoke.

 

“You knew those were bunshin, right?” Jiraiya smirked, keeping pace beside the restless kunoichi on their way back through the darkening forest.

 

“Of course I did,” she replied, insulted. “I don't know what those brats are up to, just as long as Namikaze has his butt in that seat by the time I get back.”

 

Jiraiya shook his great, white-maned head with a chuckle. “A lot of things just slip right past you don't they, Tsunade-hime?”

 

“Not as many as you think.” The woman's fist planted itself in the side of Jiraiya's jaw before he, too, went up in a cloud of smoke—which Tsunade gratefully left behind.

 

 

 

There was a sudden flurry of scrolls and papers flying everywhere inside the Yondaime's office. The old desk, already burdened with its heavy load, groaned under the addition of two panting Shinobi. The room offered no relief from the heat. In fact it was still a furnace, having stored up the day's heat within its walls. Kakashi lay on his back trapped between the edge of the desk's crowded surface and a voracious Hokage, whose lips were ravishing his exposed neck in the deepening shadows.

 

Jiraiya stood outside in the hallway leaning just beside the door where he'd been waiting the whole time, lost in thought. The muffled sounds coming from within the room stirred his attention but he decided not to knock just yet.

 

“Do you think it worked?” Kakashi whispered, fingers wrapped tightly in soft, blonde hair.

 

“She was suspicious but she wasn't alarmed,” Minato's lips were at Kakashi's ear while he felt around blindly for his desk lamp, almost knocking it over as he switched it on. Dim light illuminated the desk's enormous amount of clutter. There were twisting towers of papers, books, and boxes of scrolls on either side of Kakashi. More scrolls crunched and rolled beneath his back and several unseen objects rolled off the desk with a muted clatter when Kakashi's elbow slid on something long and cylindrical.

 

“I had no idea you were so… organizationally challenged, Minato.” Kakashi teased with a crooked grin while he deposited his clothes and Minato's folded cloak amidst the surrounding chaos.

 

But a short, satisfactory thrust from Minato wiped the smirk right off his face and the teen's head lolled back with a soft moan.

 

“We'll work on that tomorrow,” Minato purred, ignoring the ramshackle mess. He took one of Kakashi's legs and hooked it over a shoulder, pressing himself as close as possible to the panting body beneath him. “Right now I've got something more important to do.”

 

Minato's name left Kakashi's lips over and over in soft breaths as the teen writhed, grinding against the blonde's shallow thrusts. The desk shook and creaked ominously as Minato braced one knee on its edge, pushing the limits of the old piece of furniture.

 

“S-someone might hear,” Kakashi gasped softly, all too wary of the impending avalanche of papers.

 

Outside the door, Jiraiya smirked.

 

“Let's go to my apartment,” Kakashi's hushed voice continued.

 

“I thought no one was allowed in.”

 

“You're not no one.”

 

“Shh! Someone's in the hall,” Minato whispered and the two fell silent.

 

“That would be me,” Jiraiya chimed in from the other side of the door.

 

“Jir-Jiraiya?! Um. Hold on, please. I'll… I'll be with you in a moment,” Minato called out in a failed attempt to sound casual. “Ah. Let me just tidy up in here. It's a frightful mess!” Something, a box, crashed to the floor spilling whatever its heavy contents were.

 

Jiraiya only chuckled in amusement. “Don't worry. She's still out in the woods so you've got some time. I'll let you brats know when she gets too close.”

 

He was answered with two sighs of relief.

 

“You're a life-saver, Ji-ji.” The grin in Minato's voice was obvious.

 

“Heh. Don't mention it. I'll warn you now though, she's getting closer.”

 

Panic-stricken, Minato looked to Kakashi in time to see a wayward glint in his mismatched eyes.

 

“…You have another idea, don't you?” Minato dared to ask.

 

Kakashi's grin was captivating in the most sinful of ways. “You'll like this one.”

 

End.

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