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2 Young 2 Be Mine	By : Mysticaldragon11 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The drive back home was a lazy one. Itachi had loved coming up here with Kisame. He could have done without the tripping over the rock or bursting into tears. The rest of the day had been ideal. He leaned against Kisame tiredly but he was content. Kisame too was content. He had enjoyed the day but he was worried about Itachi. Itachi had admitted something to him he hadn’t wanted to.
It couldn’t be easy for Itachi to have told him that. He himself had recently learned he preferred male company as well. He of course was an adult. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like for Itachi to be fifteen and struggle with your sexuality. Kisame had only found out himself that he was gay a couple of years ago. He had dated a colleague from work but it had been like a wet blanket.
He had called it off after the second date due to incompatibility. He wanted someone who wasn’t too pushy, someone who didn’t work in his line of work and someone who loved him unconditionally. He hadn’t found that yet and he doubted he ever would. He slowed the bike to make a corner and he could feel Itachi against him. He wondered if the younger male was sleeping or not. He smiled.
Itachi had been a little kid when He had met him. He had been scrawny and pale and looked so frail. He had been polite and good mannered though. He could still remember the day that he had come over to see if Kisame had a blender that Mikoto could borrow. Hers had broken and she wouldn’t be able to get one in time for the party she was throwing for some friends. He had handed the blender to Itachi and told him to be careful not to drop it because it was glass and it would cut him.
His mom had been alive then. She had been at work at the hospital. She was a nurse and she was working her way up to becoming a Physical therapist MD. She would have three years of training and college left but she was on her way. She had died a year before she would have finished. He still got a bitter taste in his mouth when he thought of the drunken teenagers who had taken her life and their own that night.
A year after Itachi had borrowed the blender Kisame had begun college himself. His job and his mothers paid for their tuition together. She was a well paid nurse and she knew how to make money spread. After her death however he had spent the life insurance to pay off the house. He couldn’t bear to lose the house. He had buried his mother and prepared to drop out of college.
Mikoto had come over to the wake and Fugaku had shown up later. That had been the hardest day of his life. He hadn’t known his mother had so many friends. He was sure glad she did though. People made donations and left him enough food for a month at least. He had used the money to pay the immediate bills and frozen as much of the food as was possible. Mikoto had been there to clean up and make sure everything was taken care of including him.
He guessed that was when he had begun to lean on the Uchiha’s for moral support. Fugaku had told him that in no certain terms would he allow him to drop out of college. Kisame had protested that he could no longer afford it. Fugaku had written him a check that night. Kisame could still remember that night clearly. It was a week after his mom’s funeral. He had tried to give the check back.
Fugaku’s words were I don’t want to see a dime of that money until you land a job in the field you are going to college for. Kisame had cried. He had cried like a baby. Fugaku had held him like a father would and whispered in his ear. He had told him he would make something of himself and that he was always welcome in his family. Kisame had never felt so loved or worthy until that night.
He had come to dinner almost every time Mikoto asked. He had come by to help out with anything he could help Fugaku with. He had loved the boys as though they were his younger brothers. Then Itachi turned thirteen. He had began growing his hair long when he was eight but when he turned thirteen he had hit puberty and Kisame couldn’t help but notice that he was a cute kid. He was cute in that innocent, not knowing that he is turning heads kind of cute.
That had changed when Itachi had turned fifteen. He was aware that he was cute and he wanted people to notice. Kisame as dirty as he felt had noticed. He noticed how Itachi had filled out in the chest. He noticed how he had lost the baby face he had to a more beautiful face. His lips were full and screamed kiss me while his eyes were still scared but showed determination.
His hair was beautiful and Kisame longed to run his fingers through it. His hips while still narrow showed the curve of a luscious ass. His body was perfect and Kisame couldn’t help think it would contour to his nicely. He of course hated himself for these thoughts. He wanted to jump off an overpass into traffic for his impure thoughts of Itachi. He would die if anyone knew that he no longer found porn magazines to be helpful or that a porno on TV was useless.
All he had to do was think of Itachi and picture him naked underneath him and he was set. He could have multiple orgasms over that one image. He knew it was wrong, but dammit it was Itachi’s fault. He was making things difficult for him. He was sure he was going to a special kind of hell for guys who fantasize about fifteen year old boys to get them off. Oh yes, a special hell indeed.
He almost groaned. He held it in as he pulled onto their street. It was dusk and they had been gone all day long. It felt good to be home but to be back at the lake would be better. He pulled into his own driveway and turned off the bike. He could feel Itachi shift. So the kid was awake. That was good. He didn’t want to have to disturb him. Itachi slid off the bike sluggishly. He took the picnic basket Kisame handed to him.
“Thanks for a great day Kisame. I had fun.” He said as was his polite response. Kisame smiled and nodded. “Anytime, Itachi. I had fun to.” He said and turned to open the garage door. He pushed his bike into it and closed the door once more. He turned to watch Itachi walk into his house. He smiled sadly. He was so screwed.
Mikoto seen Itachi the instant he stepped into the kitchen. “Hey, did you have fun? Have you eaten?” She asked. Itachi smiled. “Yes we had a great time and no we haven’t.” Itachi said politely. She smiled. “Will you take this to Kisame then?” She asked handing Itachi a plate. He nodded and turned to take it over. “I will warm yours for when you get back.” She said. “Thank you, mother.” He said and slipped out the door.
He knocked on Kisame’s door. Kisame opened it a moment later. He held the door for Itachi as he walked in. He handed the plate of spaghetti to Kisame. Kisame unwrapped it and smelled it. He smiled in appreciation. “Kisame, what happened up there, I mean what we talked about, I don’t want my parents to know. At least not yet. I need some time to figure things out okay?” Itachi asked.
“Of course. I will keep it to myself. Listen if you ever need to talk about it. I will be glad to talk with you.” Kisame said as he popped the plate in the microwave. Itachi looked at Kisame and nodded. “Thanks, I think I have it covered with my friends at school but sure if I need someone and I can’t get a hold of them then I will take you up on that.” He said.
“Your friends at school know about your struggle?” Kisame asked with a frown. “It really isn’t a struggle anymore. I think I know what I am. I just haven’t decided if I can deal with it or not.” Itachi said beginning to feel uneasy again. “I should go. Mom is warming up my dinner. Later Kisame and thanks again for everything today.” Itachi said and then slipped out the door.
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