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Young Body, Adult Ambitions	By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Young Body, Adult Ambitions

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Itachi/Sasuke

Summary: Sasuke is a young host at his family's bath house. He meets a very intriguing older man. Sasuke is pretty mature when it comes to his wants and needs.

Major ooc-ness, but you knew that...
WARNINGS I AM NOT EVEN SH!TTING YOU, THIS CONTAINS MATURE THEMES SUCH AS SHOUTA, YAOI, SHOUTA, LEMON, SHOUTA, ANAL, SHOUTA, ORAL, SHOUTA, INCEST, SHOUTA, SHOUTA, SHOUTA.
If you DO NOT like any of the above, I suggest you leave!!! You HAVE been warned. If you thought my other stories were super raunchy then I suggest you RE-RE-THINK before reading this!! ... Or I could be over exaggerating...
On a lighter note: I've had this idea for months, but hadn't been able to write out the lemon. There are three other SHOUTA scenarios plotted out, but dropped.
I DO NOT CONDONE PEDOPHILIA!! I don't know if anyone's noticed, but it's more dangerous to be a little boy these days. This story is purely fictional and I can't help but want some older Itachi and younger Sasuke action.

Please enjoy.

(A couple of hours after uploading...) Thanks to KeairaxSeiaa for the corrections!! heehee. I really appreciate them! This story is so much better because of you

Uchiha Sasuke disliked how much his mother made him work at their bath house. Though his father ran a corporate business, his mother had started out by owning one of the most popular bath houses in the countryside of the Konoha district. Every weekend after his lessons Sasuke was forced to work as a host at the Uchiwa Onsen. It was also a resort and bar, and so all varieties of people came, which had sometimes made his job that much more difficult.
His mother had once said he was particularly popular with the ladies, and on the weekdays the regulars would come in and ask for him. What she didn�t know were the regular males that practically molested Sasuke whenever they got the chance. They were usually drunk and unaware that Sasuke was actually a boy and could kick serious ass (having taken Karate and all), but Sasuke could avoid their advances easily enough. Summers were the worst time of the year for such cases, but Sasuke refused to think about it.
Saturdays were by far the busiest. Business owners to young teenagers used the hot springs or made reservations at the spa. The tea house adjacent to the bath house was crowded in the evenings until early the next day. Uchiwa Onsen received a lot of tourists as well. Sasuke spoke a fair bit of English, which made his employment all the more invaluable. He wasn�t a very sociable person, but one sharp look from his mother's sister would make him say at least four-word sentences.
He worked at the tea house as a waiter on some weekends rather than a host at the bath house. He was currently stuck at the former this weekend since a girl called in sick the day before. Although he wasn�t old enough to consume alcohol he served it diligently and was glad to be rid of it. Customers both male and female have offered to buy him some sake, but he�d just decline as politely as possible. If he had no choice in the matter, he�d just get the bartender to fill his bottle with water. His cousin, Satoshi, had long been accustomed to such a routine as it happened quite often.
Sasuke was loitering by the front counter when a man entered. He was dressed in a black sleeveless turtleneck and black pants, both of which contrasted starkly with his pale skin. Sasuke looked up and met the darkest pair of eyes he had ever seen, slightly hidden behind long bangs. He had a straight nose with an odd line on either side like faint scars, and pink lips. His straight black hair was tied in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck, shiny and all to perfect to belong to a male.
A fine eyebrow rose inquiringly. �Aren�t you too young to work here?� the man asked, his smooth voice shaking Sasuke out of his reverie. Sasuke glared up a the man, momentarily forgetting that he was on the job and that he had to be nice to all customers because they are always right.
�Maybe to you, old man. If you don�t like it -- �
�Sasuke-kun!� a shrill woman�s voice called out. Sasuke turned and noticed one of his mother�s lackeys giving him a not-so-discreet glare. �Please show the young man inside.�
Sasuke knew that his mother would hear about this and sighed in annoyance. He turned back to the smirking customer and snatched a menu off the podium. �Right his way, sir.�
�Thank you, Sasuke.�
The voice made the young waiter shiver not entirely unpleasantly. Though his man didn�t seem like the type to molest boys Sasuke had figured a while ago to never judge a book by its cover.
They came to a two seat table by the window overlooking a wild field of flowers. Sasuke placed the menu on the table and quickly turned away, though he felt those fathomless dark eyes follow him until he disappeared into the kitchen. Sasuke leaned against a metal counter and breathed deeply. He would rather have an old pervert than a younger handsome one. Not only were his eyes so eerily inhuman, they were also very alluring to Sasuke. Every time Sasuke looked into them he felt the man was promising something. What that something was he didn�t know, but it probably wasn�t very good.
He went back out a few moments later to take the man�s order.
�A pot of green tea and a plate of onigiri.�
Sasuke wrote the orders down, though he had exceptional memory. He simply refused to look at him. �Is that all?� he asked with a tinge of impatience. The man noticed it and gave a small smile.
�For now.�
Sasuke turned away. This was going to be a long night.

000 000

Two hours later and Sasuke�s least favorite customer was still there, sipping at his tea and occasionally watching Sasuke. Sasuke tried to ignore him as he served other customers. He even indulged in a bit of conversation if only to take his mind off the other man.
As he turned back to his post by the entrance the customer he hated entered at that exact moment. Sasuke considered running away but the man was already approaching him, along with his two henchmen (as Sasuke liked to call them).
�Good evening, Sasuke-kun,� the man said in his sickeningly sultry voice. �Might I get the usual?�
�Of course, Orochimaru-san,� Sasuke bit out, turning automatically to the partitioned rooms of the tea house, which was in a different area entirely. Orochimaru was a business associate of his father�s, although not necessarily on friendly terms as well. Sasuke must have inherited his dislike of Orochimaru from his father, but there were far worse things that made Sasuke hate him.
They turned the corner and came to a hallway lined with rice paper sliding doors. Sasuke led them to the room at the end of the hallway and opened a room for them.
�Won�t you join us, Sasuke-kun?� Orochimaru asked, taking off his shoes and stepping onto the platform. There was a low table surrounded by sitting pillows in the traditional Japanese style.
�I can�t,� Sasuke replied.
Orochimaru gave a rueful smile. �You always say that.� He stroked Sasuke�s cheek with cool fingers. Sasuke shuddered.
�I�ll be back with your orders.� Sasuke quickly left the hallway and stopped once he rounded the corner. He roughly rubbed his tingling cheek with the sleeve of his yukata until he was sure it was red. He honestly hated Orochimaru, who never ceased to proposition him for sex. Though hecould be subtle there were other times when he would touch Sasuke rather inappropriately. He never told anyone in fear of embarrassment. Sometimes he wished he had an older brother to confide in.
Sasuke sighed at the depressing thought and went back into the main room to get to the kitchen. A hand quickly grabbed his wrist, and Sasuke almost twisted it in reflex.
�Did he touch you?� The look in the young man�s eyes made Sasuke�s blood turn cold.
�N-no,� Sasuke replied, pulling at his wrist. The grip was too tight. �Let go of me.�
Dark eyes narrowed dangerously, but the man begrudgingly released him. Sasuke watched as the man stood, pulled out his wallet to throw some bills on the table and leave without another word. The abrupt departure oddly hurt, though Sasuke didn�t know why.

000 000

The next weekend had Sasuke working at the tea house again. Thankfully, nothing had happened with Orochimaru the last time. Actually, Sasuke didn�t remember much of that night. The young man whom Sasuke disliked had occupied most of his thoughts to the point where he only remembered his condescending eyes and cool smirk.
It was nearly midnight when Sasuke was placing three bottles of sake in front of a man apparently trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol. He was a businessman who had gone bankrupt after his wife had left him months ago. Sasuke wasn�t very good with consoling people, but he offered to listen.
�That�s enough, I think,� said Sasuke as he cleared the table of six empty bottles and put the three full ones back on his tray.
The man looked up at Sasuke from beneath sweaty grey and brown hair. �S�pose so,� he conceded tiredly. �Yerr a gud boy.�
Sasuke made a face. �Not really.� He was, in fact, unlike any other boy his age and therefore had very different thoughts that weren�t completely innocent. Shaking his head he went to put the tray of bottles on the counter of the bar. Satoshi dutifully took the bottles and passed them to the kitchen window behind him. Sasuke sat on the bar stool and sighed tiredly.
�Go home, kiddo,� Satoshi said with a small smile, wiping the shot glasses dry.
The young boy propped his head on one hand. �I�m not that sleepy,� he argued obstinately, though fighting back a yawn. In actuality Sasuke was dead tired. He had been hoping� well, it was too late, anyway.
Satoshi shrugged and spotted a customer further down the island. He patted Sasuke�s head and went over to tend to the scantily dressed woman with long, curly brown hair and red lacquerednails. Sasuke often wished he was older. Not only would he get more respect, but he�d receive the acknowledgement from adults. He was sick of people saying how adorable he was � of all the innocent touches on his face or hair. People might have thought he was too young, but he perfectly understood what was wont to happen in bars or in the resort next door. Sasuke envied that woman now on the opposite end of a grown man�s flirtations. He had long desired the same attention to be focused on him -- to be wanted in that way, not as a little play-thing to satisfy perverted men's desires.

000 000

None of the employees were absent for the rest of the month, and Sasuke was quite busy with his lessons, though he received several lectures for spacing out. During his French language and etiquette lessons he zoned out in composing l�imparfait. Madam Francois was silent for about ten whole minutes until Sasuke realized he hadn't been paying attention. She was a nice old widow, though quite impatient. His piano instructor could tell he wasn't focusing on the keys and proceeded to strike his fingers with his metal pointer. Sasuke hated how the man was a family friend, otherwise he would have made sure the pompous fool never worked ever again. His other teachers were more lenient, but his mother was eventually aware of it.
�Are you sick, honey?� she asked, touching his forehead with the back of her hand. Her hands went to his cheeks to try to discern any abnormal warmth there.
Sasuke pouted while he lied on the bed, prepared for sleep. �No, Okaasan.�
�Hmm�� Her elegant brows furrowed as she touched his neck. �Are you sure?�
�Yes, �kassan,� Sasuke replied dutifully.
Mikoto couldn�t resist pinching her son�s cheeks to which Sasuke scowled even further. �Don�t make that face. It�ll stay that way.�
�Good, if it will stop people from calling me cute.�
�Now Sasuke, we can�t have you falling behind in your studies, alright?� Mikoto said, combing his long bangs back with her fingers. �It�s not like you to get distracted.�
Sasuke�s heart began pounding in his chest as he dared to ask what he had wanted for a while. �Can I go to the bathhouse this weekend? I haven�t been there for a while.� It all came out in a rush, but Mikoto seemed to understand. She smiled.
�Is that it? Well, if you do well for the rest of this week, then perhaps.� She kissed his forehead and left his room, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind her. Sasuke fell fast asleep, content.

000 000

Apparently, everyone had missed Sasuke, too. The Saturday night regulars welcomed him back with enthusiasm, and Sasuke managed to smile a couple of times. Hours had passed in what seemed like minutes. He kept himself busy with escorting customers and bringing drinks and appetizers. (His aunt thought he was too small to handle the main courses.).
He was on his way from the bar when he happened to glance towards the entrance and see Orochimaru. Panicking, Sasuke tried to turn and flee from sight when he suddenly crashed into someone. Two empty bowls clanged loudly against the wooden floors as its contents had spilled elsewhere. Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut and waited for his body to hit the floor but a firm hand on his arm stopped its progression. He slowly blinked up, preparing an apology in his head when he realized who it was that had saved him. All coherent thought left his mind as thin, pink lips curled in a self-satisfied smirk.
�Clumsy boy,� the familiar young man teased, black eyes skimming over Sasuke�s petite frame. Sasuke fought back a blush, instead trying to get his annoyance to dominate the war his inappropriate emotions were currently engaged in.
�I� I�m not clumsy!� he protested defensively. The gorgeous man released him with an amused snort. Sasuke stepped back and got a good look at him; the miso soup had spilled onto his grey suit. Sasuke tried not to notice how the wet material of his white dress shirt turned transparent and stuck to the firm abdomen beneath it. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully.
�Sasuke-chan!� called the boy�s aunt angrily. �What in the world -? Ah, I�m so sorry, sir�. Help him get cleaned up!� It was scary how she could change her tone from harsh to polite and back again, or how her eyes would narrow dangerously then crinkle sheepishly in apology. Sasuke thought nothing more of it as he snapped back to reality and took the man�s warm, thin fingers.
�Come on,� he said hurriedly, ignoring how nice their single point of connection felt. Sasuke pulled him through the bar and brought him into a door on the side marked �Employees Only.� He made sure no one was inside the small lounge before leading them in and locking the door behind them. �We should have some stain removers somewhere��
The lounge was cozy with beige walls, three leather sofas, a glass coffee table covered in magazines, and a television set. There was a closet in the wall across the room next to a door to the bathroom. Sasuke went into the latter to find something to get the stains out of the young man�s shirt. He searched the cabinet under the sink and found a spray bottle of stain solution. He walked back out into the main room. The young man was already sitting on a couch and shrugging out of his jacket.
Sasuke couldn�t fight the blush from spreading across his face even if he wanted to. �Umm� what are you�?�
He received an amused look in return. �You can�t clean this while it�s still on me.�
The young boy caught himself staring at firm, pale skin and turned to find a small towel from the closet. He considered just tossing the items at the older man and then high tailing it out of there if only to save himself from embarrassment and disappointment. A handsome grown man would want nothing to do with cute little Sasuke. His type was probably the high maintenance daughter of a corporate president. Sasuke�s father owned a business, but that was besides the point. (Sasuke wasn't a daughter, unfortunately.).
A moment of uncomfortable silence passed, and Sasuke looked off to the side. "So... what's your name, anyway?" he asked quietly. "Since you obviously know mine."
"My name is Itachi," the man replied, his eyes keeping focus on Sasuke's face, as if watching for any reactions. Sasuke glanced up at him then, and time seemed to have stopped for a single moment. Itachi's expression was unreadable but intense, and Sasuke had to blush and avert his gaze elsewhere. His heart pounded painfully against his ribcage.
Finally, he thought, a name to the man who had haunted his mind for weeks. Their relationship had surpassed business transactions and became more like an acquaintance association. He nodded, accepting the name � real or fake � and stepped closer.
Itachi smiled. Although it was a rather weak curl of his lips, Sasuke thought it made the man look so much more gorgeous than he already was (if that were possible). He handed Sasuke his shirt. �Do you know what you�re doing, Sasuke?� he asked almost teasingly.
�Of course,� Sasuke said, ignoring the part of him that tried to analyze the innuendo in Itachi�s words. He took the shirt, gave him the towel and turned away. Itachi�s hand reached out to gently halt his leave.
�How old are you really?� Itachi�s eyes bore into his until Sasuke had to look away. The calculated gaze instead traveled down the rest of his body.
�N-nine.�
�And you�re comfortable with older men, let alone, a complete stranger?�
Sasuke wasn�t sure where this conversation was going, but he did know he wanted it to continue. Itachi�s initially smooth, cool voice had lowered to a seductive, sinful tone that made his skin prickle and his body flush with heat. �You�re not a stranger to me,� he replied softly. The grip on his wrist tightened ever so slightly.
�Perhaps, but that doesn�t deny the fact that I�m much older than you.� Itachi brought his free hand up to tilt Sasuke�s chin until their gazes met. �I could take advantage of you right now, and you would be powerless to stop me.�
An unfamiliar sensation coiled in his lower belly. It felt so good and so painful that he had to moan to release some of the tension. His heart thundered loudly in his chest as Itachi�s hand slid back to cradle the base of his skull. The shirt and spray fell from Sasuke�s grasp.
�Sounds to me like you don�t mind at all,� Itachi murmured with a smirk, pulling Sasuke closer until the young boy was straddling his lap. Sasuke blushed as he felt a hard lump pressing against the cleft of his ass and unconsciously squirmed against it. Itachi hissed, his hips jerking upwards ever so slightly to get closer to Sasuke�s heat. Sensing that Itachi liked it Sasuke rocked his pelvis down and forward, his moan coming out in unison with Itachi�s growl. The heat spiked again in the pit of Sasuke�s belly and coiled in his loins, making him arch his back to get more friction. Sasuke whined, the insistent throbbing at his penis only growing. He could feel Itachi�s too � the thick length pulsating hotly in expensive slacks. �Stand up and take your pants off," Itachi suddenly said.
Sasuke shakily got up and undid the slash of his yukata. The black fabric fell open to reveal his thin, heaving chest and pink nipples. Itachi silently admired the pale, smooth skin of the young boy as Sasuke began sliding his pants off. Sasuke�s small erection bobbed as he stepped out of his discarded clothing. Itachi noticed the slit wetness at the head and idly stroked himself. He had to stop once he realized how close to the edge he was. One more touch and he�d cum in his pants, and there were other places he would rather cum in.
�Are you alright?� Itachi asked, his voice hoarse with lust. Sasuke shook his head, his fists clenching at his sides.
�It hurts,� he mumbled, looking at the region between his legs. �It�s never done that before.� He tentatively reached out to touch his penis, but Itachi stopped him.
�Not yet. Come here. I want you to try something.� Sasuke nodded, reluctantly ignoring himself as he approached the older man. Itachi spread his legs and started unfastening his belt and slacks. Sasuke watched, fascinated, as Itachi�s big cock sprung free from its confines. The tall, thick shaft was purple and glistening at the tip with something white. Sasuke already knew what he wanted to do even without Itachi telling him. �Put your mouth on it and start sucking it like a lollipop,� Itachi instructed, �but don�t use your teeth.�
�It�s too big,� Sasuke said, though kneeling in front of Itachi on the rug. He watched as the white substance trailed down the length of Itachi�s cock, and he instantly shot forward to lick it up. He rolled the taste around in his mouth before swallowing. His mouth practically salivated as Itachi moaned his pleasure. �I want more,� Sasuke whispered, leaning into the source of Itachi�s cum. He sucked at the tip and tried prying his tongue into the slit. Itachi cursed as he resisted the urge to fuck the young boy�s mouth.
�Hold onto it with your hands,� Itachi said between ragged breaths, guiding Sasuke�s small hands to his erection. Sasuke gripped the base of the thick flesh and resumed sucking at the wide tip. More of the salty cream escaped and Sasuke eagerly ate every drop. Itachi started to pet the young boy�s hair as he watched him through glazed eyes. �If you stroke it, more of my cum will come out.�
Sasuke pulled back slightly, licking his lips to get the last of Itachi�s taste on his tongue. �Cum?� he inquired innocently. Well, as innocently as any boy who was performing fellatio on an older man with flushed skin and a red, red mouth. Itachi nodded, tracing Sasuke�s mouth with a slender finger.
�That�s right. There�s a lot more in there. Try getting my cum out with your hands and mouth.�
Sasuke was eager to start again, and he made sure to use his hands and mouth. He started pumping Itach�s erection, the friction easing from the saliva and semen seeping from the head and down the sides. Sasuke tried taking in as much as he could, encouraged by Itachi�s loud groans and slight thrusting. He used his tongue to wet every expanse of the large organ before settling at the slit once again. Itachi had said there was more, and Sasuke couldn�t wait to get all of it.
Suddenly Itachi shoved Sasuke back as he reached orgasm. Sasuke fell back on his butt, panting as stream after stream of Itachi�s cum shot out from his cock. Some of it landed on Sasuke�s torso and thighs, and he reached down to scoop it up with his fingers. He moaned as he finally got more of his hot, white treat began collecting all the drops from his body to lick clean. Sasuke was finishing the last drop when he looked up to find Itachi staring at him with dark eyes. The young boy glared.
�What did you do that for?� he whined, getting back up to his knees. Ribbons of Itachi�s essence had landed on the man�s chest and thighs and he pouted. �You wasted it!� Itachi�s wet cock was at half mast, much to Sasuke�s relief, and he returned to his previous position to get Itachi up again. He sucked and stroked the older man�s cock until it was erect and throbbing again. This time Itachi pulled him back slowly.
�I want to have sex with you now,� Itachi said throatily, staring straight into Sasuke�s doe eyes. �Do you know what that means?� Sasuke shivered but shook his head. �I�m going to put my cock inside of you.� Itachi gripped his shaft and pumped a few times. He moaned loudly despite himself, if only because Sasuke was watching him with such a hungry expression. �And you�re going to ride me until we both cum.�
�H-how?� Sasuke asked, licking his lips. Couldn�t he just go back to sucking Itachi�s dick? �I want your cum.�
�You�ll get it,� Itachi said, ceasing his masturbation with difficultly and pulling the boy on top of him. Sasuke shakily knelt on either side of Itachi�s hips. The hot, wet tip of Itachi�s erection brushed against his inner thigh, making him moan so wantonly. Itachi began licking three of his fingers to get them slick for penetration as Sasuke started rubbing his thigh on his cock. The young boy braced his hands on Itachi�s shoulders for leverage as he gasped and panted. Sasuke saw the fingers disappearing into Itachi�s mouth and leaned forward to help wet the slender digits. Itachi slipped his tongue between his fingers to make contact with Sasuke�s. Sasuke whimpered at the sensation and hungrily sought out Itachi�s tongue. Itachi withdrew his fingers and ravenously plundered into Sasuke�s mouth with a loud groan. He tasted himself among the natural sweetness of the boy and greedily ravished Sasuke. He traced the boy�s crack with his fingers before finding the entrance and easing a digit inside. Sasuke broke out of the kiss with a cry of surprise.
�What� ah� are you d-doing?� Sasuke whispered as the intruder slid further inside him. It felt odd yet not completely uncomfortable. Itachi�s finger twisted and bent forward slightly, hitting something that made Sasuke jerk and cry out in pleasure. Itachi did it again and Sasuke was thrusting back to meet him. �More,� he gasped, looking into Itachi�s dark eyes. �Please, Itachi-san.�
Itachi didn�t want to hurt the boy, but he also couldn�t wait any longer. He quickly added two more fingers, stretching the small passage as best he could to prepare it for his dick, which was currently weeping to get inside. Sasuke looked like he was desperate for the exact same thing. His greedy little body was begging for Itachi to take it and mark it as his own.
�I want your c-cock now,� Sasuke whimpered, reaching down to tug at Itachi�s erection. �Put it inside me.�
�You want it?� Itachi teased, withdrawing his fingers slowly. Sasuke moaned. �Do it yourself.�
Sasuke shifted so that his hole was right above the blunt head all slick with white cum and began to lower himself onto it. It nudged his entrance, and he bit his lip against the burn as he slowly impaled himself upon the thick shaft. Itachi gave a soft cry beneath him, but Sasuke didn�t care. He concentrated on breathing as he slid all the way down, his head tossed back in pleasure. Itachi gripped his hips tightly.
�Have you� done this before?� Itachi asked, hissing as the velvet walls constricted around him. It was like Sasuke�s body knew exactly what to do with him. He groaned when Sasuke rocked his hips.
�No,� Sasuke replied breathlessly. �Please, do something.�
That request snapped something within Itachi, and he pulled Sasuke off him until only the tip of his erection remained inside. He pulled Sasuke down and thrust up at the same time, making the young boy scream in more pleasure than pain. Itachi did it again, growling each time he entered Sasuke�s exquisite heat.
�Bounce on my cock, Sasuke,� he said, reaching out to twist and pull the boy�s nipples. �Ride me.�
Sasuke�s cries grew steadily louder with each thrust. His thighs and ass burned with the strain of fucking himself on Itachi�s penis. Sweat poured down both their bodies, slicking their skin and easing the friction between them. Itachi pulled Sasuke down for a kiss, fucking the boy�s mouth with his tongue much like how his cock was spearing Sasuke�s ass. Sasuke felt a throbbing at his small erection and screamed his orgasm, though nothing shot out. Itachi pulled out of Sasuke, threw him onto the couch and started pumping into him with fast, rough thrusts. Sasuke held onto Itachi�s neck and took it all with wanton moans and pleas for more. He came again when Itachi bit into his shoulder and filled him with hot, thick semen.
Sasuke must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing he knew Itachi was wiping him down with a damp towel. The older man was already dressed, though his stained dress shirt remained open. Sasuke whimpered as the towel patted between his legs.
�I�m sorry,� Itachi said quietly, his voice still husky from sex. �I got carried away.�
Sasuke sat up, wincing slightly as his weight shifted to his sore ass. He wanted nothing more than to sleep, but he had a feeling Itachi was going to leave. �Don�t go,� he whispered, holding onto the flaps of Itachi�s shirt. Tears burned at the edges of his eyes. �Stay with me�. I love you, Itachi-san.�
Itachi was about to reply when there was a knock on the door, the lock twisting soon after. It swung open moments later and a woman stepped inside, her straight black hair swaying behind her. Mikoto froze as she looked from the young nude boy to the haphazardly dressed man beside him.
�Itachi,� she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise.
�Hello, mother.�

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Little boys aren't so slutty, but tell that to SASUKE!!
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