#thatflyingthundercunt

How had he...?

Sasuke blinked blearily, casting a foggy glance at the unfamiliar room he had managed to find his way into. There was a sense of familiarity to the room, but it was certainly not his home. 

His head tilted down, seemingly without any direction from his brain, to stare fuzzily at his hand clasped in his lap, noting the pale red of the couch he was perched on. He slumped forwards, his head suddenly feeling a great deal heavier than it had seconds ago. 

Am I drunk?

His train of thought was snapped away as a door creaked to his left, the Uchiha straightening his body and turning his head much too quickly to see who was entering the living room he was in, the door spilling wisps of steam as it opened further. His eyes landed on a shock of familiar, wild blonde hair. His schooled, stoic features softened with surprise as he opened his mouth to call to the other figure. 

“Where am I, Naru-” he cut off, body stiffening as his eyes focused on the rest of the man.

The man was taller, leaner than his childhood rival and teammate. The uncanny resemblance between the two was eerie, vibrant blue eyes that widened as they took notice of the room’s occupant and sunny, golden hair that hung limply as droplets of water shook from them. The glistening drops splashed down to sun-kissed shoulders, snaking their way slowly down his back and arms to leave wet, slivered trails. Muscles rippled beneath shower-slick skin as Minato tensed in confusion.

“Sasuke Uchiha?” he balked, a hand darting down to grab the towel that hung from his hips, low and loose, tagging the thin fabric higher as he resisted the urge to duck back behind the door. He cleared his throat, tugging the wet towel higher more on his hips as the dark, obsidian eyes remained trained on him. “May I ask why you are in my living room?”

He was met with a slow, confused blink.

“I’m...not sure,” he responded distractedly, frowning as he distantly took note slurry words. His mind, however, focused on the rivulets of water that trailed teasing lines down the Yondaime’s body, watching as some contoured to every dip of the man’s gently sculpted form while others streaked in quick lines down the curve of his body. He watched with particular interest as one droplet slithered slowly just to the right of his defined abdomen, catching in the line of the man’s pelvis to snake it’s way down until it disappeared into the white line of the towel.

Suddenly he was up, taking jerky, tilted steps towards the older blonde, eyes half-lidded as he watched another drop disappear against the linen, a feeling akin to thirst driving him forwards, taking no heed of the hands that raised to ward him off. 

“Wait, what are you--gah!” Minato barked as he stepped backwards, his foot slipping in the puddle that had begun to form beneath him. His hand shot back down to his towel as the sharp movement loosened the knot that held the towel secure, saving himself both from exposure and a sore tail bone as he regained his footing. He did not, however, stop the approaching Uchiha.

Sasuke stumbled tipsily into the Hokage, tipping them both backwards in a near-comical moment of flailing arms and kicking legs. Minato hit the tiles of the bathroom floor, just stopping himself short of cracking the back of his head against the floor. He groaned at the pain that shot up from his tailbone, cracking a cerulean eye open to glare at the younger man on top of him.

Sasuke stared down at the Yondaime, a look of confusion seeming to cross his features as he tried to make sense of their sudden shift in height. His attention slowly focused back on the man he was straddling as a huff sounded from beneath him. 

“This is not how you conduct yourself in someone else’s household, Uchiha,” Minato scolded, propping himself up on his elbows, waiting for the younger to move off of him. “I’ll have you know-”

He was cut short as Sasuke suddenly dropped his head to the Yondaime’s chest, his tongue slipping out to catch a shivering droplet, slow and warm as it followed the slick trail before he sat up and away. He leaned back, seeming almost dazed not seeming to notice as his body’s weight pressing against Minato’s thighs pulled the forgotten towel dangerously low slung over the man’s hips.

The blonde sat frozen in shock as the Uchiha stared down at him, eyes half-lidded and head cocked to the side as he frowned curiously. “You aren’t Naruto.”

Minato gaped, eyes wide and jaw working to form his thoughts. He snapped from his stupor, grimacing as he snapped one hand down to tug his drifting towel back. The other hand pointing towards his front door, trying to will away the flush that was warming his neck and cheeks.