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Babysitter	By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Fourteen
year old Haku and his twenty-one year old
baby-sitter, Itachi, have been engaged in a secret
relationship for the past three months and, although they�re deeply in love
with one another, Itachi is adamant that they save
the intimacy until Haku reaches the age of
consent.� The young teen had no problem
with that rule, at first.� Now, his
hormones are raging out of control and he has
to have his sexy baby-sitter tonight, one way or another.

Note: Based on
what I read on Wikipedia (I know that site is not always accurate), the age of
consent for both heterosexual and homosexual couples in California is 18.

Pairings: Itachi x Haku

Warnings:� AU, Shoto, WAFF
near the end

Babysitter
~~~@~~~

It always bothered him how profound his young ward had
become at the art of seduction.� For a
child, so innocent and underdeveloped in mind, to be capable of such lascivious
behaviour, made him wonder exactly what else he spent
studying with such dedication besides his school work.

Ah, but he was being a hypocrite, after all, had he not
lost his own virginity at a much tender age?�

Twelve, to be precise; not that he was bragging.

His first time was an experience easily forgotten, her
face a culmination of the many others that eventually followed.� It was an adventure for one so young and
na�ve, an act fulfilled out of youthful curiosity and the prepubescent need to
be recognized in the eyes of his peers.�
It was awkward, uncomfortable and not all that enjoyable and, had he
known then what he knew now, he would have abstained at the risk of being
labeled pious.

After all, sex was much more rewarding when done with
someone you cared about than for the sake of being worshipped as a god among
friends.� The rule of quality above
quantity never applied more than to the act of making love.

Soft, silky hands, unaccustomed to menial labour, frantically became acquainted with the broad
expanse of his chest and brazen fingertips followed every angular contour of
muscle and traced every line of corded sinew beneath the thin layer of cotton.� An undisciplined mouth hungrily attacked his;
a pink, demanding tongue thrusting far too deep for sensual comfort and sharp,
pearl-like teeth crushed painfully against his thin lips, but Itachi never corrected his technique nor offered his
instruction to be more gentle.� He had
promised to teach him everything he needed to know when the time was right but Haku was much too impatient and sought to educate
himself.� It saddened him somewhat that
his inexperienced lover was experimenting without his supervision but there was
no conceivable way he could tutor him personally.

He was twenty-one; Haku was
only fourteen.

Love carried no age disparity and, it had been three
months to the day that they confessed what they had been feeling from the time
little Haku was old enough to learn that
relationships were also possible between two men.� But the State of California carried such a
prejudice, and hefty penalties to reinforce its laws.� Yet, here he was, sitting in the living room
of his father�s best friend with his teenaged son straddling his lap, kissing
the very breath from his lungs.

As a responsible young adult first and an influential Uchiha second, Itachi knew better
than to engage in such a potential scandal but what they said about the
sweetest fruit being out of reach was never more true in this case.

Zabuza Momochi
and his father, Fugaku Uchiha,
were closer than blood brothers so, when the battle weary Navy SEAL retired, it
was no surprise that he�d settle down in the very same neighbourhood.� He�d also brought with him a young boy he�d
adopted from the Philippines and, whenever the two hardened soldiers wanted to
toss back a few drinks and reminisce, Itachi was �volunteered�
to watch the sickly child.

It had been a bother for the young man who, at the time,
would rather spend his Saturday nights drinking with his friends, than making sure a six-year old brat didn�t stick his
snot-covered fingers into electrical outlets; but Haku
was very intelligent for his age and eager to learn, not only the language, but
the culture of �The Land of the Free�.� It
was a joy to speak to him; so quick to pick up new words and ask questions
about things he�d heard about but never imagined he would actually get to see.� Unlike the other kids he was used to, Haku was easily impressed and became content with even the
most mundane of gifts.� While most little
boys kicked their feet and held their breaths for the latest gadget or
videogame system, Zabuza provided only books or educational
toys for his developing mind.� Itachi remembered fondly, his eleventh birthday party when
he�d given him a stuffed albino rabbit.�
Those impressionable chocolate eyes had lit up and he�d thrown his wiry
arms around his waist and thanked him profusely, immediately naming the bun-bun
�Itachi� and vowing to cherish it.� Never before had he seen such candid
gratitude, especially when he knew his little heart had been set on a real live
pet, but his over-protective father forbade it; afraid he�d be bitten.

Mr. Momochi worried too much
about his son but, looking at his sharp features set in that perpetual scowl,
one would never believe he possessed the capacity to care.� But Haku was his
axis; the epicenter of his universe of which he revolved.� He, and by extension, Itachi�s
own father, expected him to take very good care of the young boy.

He was sure they didn�t have this in mind.

Haku brought his hands up to
the Uchiha�s prominent jaw and tilted his face back, deepening the kiss by turning his head at an angle,
and Itachi had to admit that seeing Haku this aggressive was an immense turn-on.� He had his limits though and being at the
mercy of this delectable peach was driving him ever closer to the point of no
return.� His fingers clawed into the downy
cushions of the sofa and Itachi believed he would rip
them to shreds with the effort it took to restrain himself
from touching him back.

As with any relationship of such questionable merit,
there had to be certain rules put in place: �Inflexible, unyielding and uncompromising.

Intimacy was allowed in the privacy of closed doors and
away from prying eyes.� There was to be
no hand-holding, no flirtatious glances from across the room or any form of
affectionate displays in public, whatsoever.�

Haku could kiss him, as often
and for as long as his heart desired, but Itachi
could not kiss him back.� Likewise, the
young teen was allowed to touch him as freely as he wished, fully clothed and
above the waistline whereas Itachi could not put a
finger on him in lust.� Nudity was
forbidden on both their parts and he didn�t know why he had to stress this
every time they made out.� But Haku liked to push his boundaries and see how much leeway
he was allowed before he was considered, by the other man, to be bending the
rules.�

�Haku,� his voice was a deep,
husky warning as the pair of roving hands traversed his torso and coyly
fingered the waistband of his slacks.� The
child whimpered in protest but heeded the command for now, curling his fingers
into the dark red business shirt that was tucked neatly into his pants.�

Itachi�s mind reeled with
arduous urges and his senses were consumed by sexual stimulation.� It was hard to focus; harder to think, but
his sense of responsibility remained standfast and
his suspicious Uchiha nature stayed on the alert
because he knew he couldn�t trust the boy.

Within one fraction of a second later his shirt was
yanked from his trousers and naughty fingers splayed across the exposed plane
of his taut abdomen at the very same moment lean hips collapsed to his thighs
and a tented arousal ground into the hard bulge at his groin.� He was unable to respond fast enough, his
body temporarily paralyzed with need and the pleasure centre of his brain implored
him to surrender, just this once.

God only knew how much he would have liked to concede and
give himself up to his ravenous admirer, but these were his own rules (which he
experienced great difficulty in reinforcing, mind you) and the responsibility
lay solely on his shoulders to set the example.�

The older man turned his face away, breaking the
kiss.� �Stop!�� It was a wasted effort and he knew it.� Haku�s movements
only became more frantic and the disobedient child actually had the gall to tug
at his fly while lifting the shirt higher to caress one nipple with a middle
and forefinger.� Itachi
snapped into action then, his trembling hands whipped out to lock thin wrists
in an iron-clad grip and his captive mewled and struggled to break free but,
even though he was weakened by desire, he was still much too strong.�

�Itachi, please,� he whispered
seductively against the rim of his flushed ear.�
�I want to see you.� It can�t be
against the rules to just look?�

The young adult shuddered at the image of those soft,
brown eyes roaming across his naked body and, if his manhood wasn�t already
stretched to uncomfortable lengths within his pants, he believed it would have
burst the zipper at the seams.� If such a
thing was even conceivably possible, Itachi didn�t
think he wanted to find out and pushed Haku just a
bit farther away from his midsection until there was more than two inches of
space between them.

A soft gasp tore itself from the small boy�s lungs at the
feel of that powerful hand on his stomach and he wriggled his hips
lasciviously, trying to find contact on the sensitive bump between his legs.

�I think we�ve played enough for now,� Itachi sighed once his temptation was kept at bay and he
lifted the boy to his feet while attempting to support himself on the shaky
beams of his legs.� Haku
choked on his protest and pleaded up at his older lover with what one would
call �puppy-dog eyes�, but that ploy only worked if you were foolish enough to
stare back, hence, he kept his eyes focused on the far wall.

�Come, let�s get the popcorn,� and with his large hand
still cuffed around Haku�s wrists he led the sullen
child out of the dim living room and into the brightly lit kitchen.� �Please pour the drinks,� he instructed while
lightly shoving the petulant child towards the general direction of the refrigerator
and, with considerable distance between the two of them, Itachi
finally allowed himself to relax.� He
took deep, even breaths; inhaling through his nose and exhaling through a thin
slit between his lips in an attempt to suppress his arousal, but all he could
think about was that supple body writhing lewdly against his.

Itachi growled as he tore at
the Orville Redenbacher�s box top, nearly spilling its contents.� His nerves were flared, making it hard to
concentrate on the task and employ the controlled decorum necessary to remove
the plastic wrapping but when Haku�s elbow lightly
brushed against his arm as he reached into the dishdrain
for a glass, the packet went flying.

The boy giggled and his babysitter shot him a tired look
as he leaned over to retrieve the bag and a hard smack on his derriere made him
bolt upright.� A slightly annoyed glace
came to rest on the cheeky teen from behind tightly drawn eyelids and all he
could think of was returning the favour as a means of
punishment, but he knew the little pixie would only end up enjoying it.

�Sorry, couldn�t resist,� Haku
cooed and took a deliberate step towards his nanny and Itachi
hated himself for taking a wary step back.�
�You have a really nice ass.�� The look he gave him was sort of creepy on a
face so child-like, almost as if he was admiring a prime cut of beef and trying
to decide how, out of the many ways, he would like to truss it up and devour
it.

It gave Itachi chills.

�Could you get that for me?� the man cleared his throat
and shook off his discomfort.� He had to
keep him occupied somehow and he frowned as he caught the lingering arousal in
the crotch of the other boy�s baby-blue fleece shorts.� He knew what it was like at that age and it
wasn�t about to go away any time soon.� Haku leaned over to retrieve the bag of popcorn, bending at
the hips, and Itachi almost swallowed his own tongue
when he realized just how short those �shorts� were.

He turned away quickly but not before getting quite an eyeful
and his face became as pink as the pair of lacy panties beneath.

Itachi stared out the window and
into the dark driveway, not trusting himself to look at the other boy right now
and he opened his mouth to ask him a perfectly legitimate question before
snapping his jaw shut again.� No!� He did not
need to know why Haku was wearing ladies� underwear.

�How long?�

That question made his cock twitch in response.� �Hm?�

�How long do you want me to heat this?� He shook the bag
and the kernels rattled.

Itachi dared to face him then and
was met with an expression so innocent even God would have been fooled.� �Three minutes should be good.�

�Aww� only three minutes?� he
grinned impishly.� �Can�t we do it longer
than that?�

He sighed.� �I�ll
assume you�re talking about the popcorn.�

�Of course I am,� there was that innocent look
again.� �What were you talking about?�

He knew he was going to regret this.� �I got the impression you were talking about
sex.�

The thin lines of Haku�s brow
furrowed as if the very idea was preposterous.�
�Why would you think that?� he asked as he unfolded the packet and placed
it in the microwave.�

�Because I know the way you think.�

He bit his lip to hide a broad smile and, after he
punched in the time with a pastel-coloured fingernail,
he turned to batt his thick, long lashes at his
nanny.� �Then do you know what I�m
thinking about right now?�� His voice had
dropped to a low purr and he shot him the sexiest come hither stare he�d ever
seen in his entire life.

He must have spent hours in front of the mirror
perfecting that look.

Itachi feigned deep
contemplation as if he were reading the other�s mind.� �I know for certain what you�re not thinking about and that is how your
father is going to hang me by my thumbs and tear me limb from limb.�

Anger flashed within the depths of those dark brown eyes
and he clapped his hands on his hips then stamped his foot like a confrontational
child.� �Don�t say things like
that!��

Whether he meant to refrain from using such morbid
imagery or to stop buying into the neighborhood rumours
of his step-father�s violently psychotic nature, Itachi
didn�t know.� All he knew was that just
mentioning Zabuza had the effect of a cold water shower
and he watched as the distinct bulge in Haku�s blue
pants shrank considerably.

But not by very much.

�Papa would never do something like that to you; he loves
you.�

�Be that as it may,� Itachi
contested.� �I don�t think he�d take
kindly to me molesting his underage child.�

�I�m not a
child,� he yelled and his voice chose that exact moment to break.� Itachi raised a
neat eyebrow and tried not to laugh as he cleared his throat and tried again.� �And it�s not molestation.� You have my consent.�

�Our legal system would beg to differ.�

�I don�t care,� he said in a huff.

�Of course you don�t.� You�re not the one that�s going to be charged
with the illegal carnal knowledge and corruption of a minor,� Itachi solemnly murmured.

�I won�t let them take you,� and he latched onto the
taller man defiantly, daring anyone to try and separate them.� �I�ll deny everything.�

Itachi sighed again and stroked
the top of his young lover�s dark head.�
He shouldn�t talk about things like this, he was only upsetting
him.� Haku was
already well aware of the risks involved in such an unorthodox relationship and,
while he was more than willing to take those risks, he really wasn�t the one at risk.�
Itachi just wanted him to understand that if
he chose to pursue this fantasy, he had to be prepared to accept the very real consequences.

�I love you.�

Nothing weakened his stance more than those three words
upon those soft, sweet lips.� His hold
around the boy tightened and he rubbed his back through the white sweatshirt
that was probably three sizes too large for him.� The �Built Army Strong� logo on the front meant
that it belonged to Mr. Momochi and Itachi couldn�t explain the boy�s infatuation with wearing
clothes that never quite fit him properly.�
The bulky top engulfed him like a tent, hiding the rail thin torso
beneath, and, despite his odd eating habits, he never seemed to get any
fleshier.�

He worried about him constantly.

Iron deficiency anemia, while treatable, had its share of
debilitating symptoms.� He would often
become light-headed and short of breath, usually before succumbing to a
fainting spell and he�d sustained quite a number of injures over the course of
his life by falling into or onto things.�
His eating disorder was a major concern when he�d been younger and, whenever
Itachi had to watch him, he could not take his eyes
off the child for one minute or he�d find him nibbling on soap, paper or
grass.� The medication did wonders for
him and, as he matured:� His blackouts
were fewer and far between; his pica was not as severe and he satisfied his
cravings with ice, as most patients did.�
The alopecia also was no longer an issue; but Haku
had naturally long, thick hair so it was never really that noticeable.

When he was first placed in the care of the retired
seaman, his symptoms were overlooked due to his malnutrition and the fact that
he was obtained from very squalid surroundings, but their family physician, Dr.
Nara, recognized the signs of the disease almost instantly and was able to offer
the relevant treatment before it became any worse. ��Haku was much
healthier now and capable of taking care of himself (although Mr. Momochi didn�t seem to think so) and, despite the assortment
of multi-vitamins and medications he was committed to on a daily basis, the
child was happy.

�I love you too.�

Haku smiled then and nuzzled
his cheek against Itachi�s hard abdomen.� The wide neckline of the sweatshirt shifted,
showing the hard jutting bone of his clavicle and the thin straps of another
female undergarment: a silk camisole with a black lace trim.� Itachi was now
convinced that there was no possible way Zabuza
didn�t know about his son�s penchant for sexy women�s underthings
and if, for whatever reason, he was still unaware, then
he was either in denial or didn�t pay as much attention to his boy as he
claimed he did.

Itachi broke one of his rules
by curling a finger around one of the straps and idly caressed the fine
fabric.� �What�s this?� he asked, his voice barely above a throaty whisper.

Gooseflesh rose on the alabaster skin at Haku�s shoulder as he lifted a rapidly reddening face to
meet his lover�s gaze and Itachi was exceedingly glad
that he wasn�t yet completely desensitized to intimacy to become embarrassed.

�Do you like it?� he squeaked but the heated intensity of
that onyx gaze made his face burn hotter and he had to look away.� �I got it for you.�

�Hn.�� He had to stop this, he could feel himself
becoming stiff again and there was no doubt the lad was becoming aroused by
this as well.� �Are you cold?� his mouth
asked without first consulting his brain.

Haku shook his head, still unable
to meet his eyes.� He knew what he was
going to ask him next and he brought his hands to the hem of the sweatshirt and
slowly lifted it with trembling fingers but the piercing bell of the microwave
snapped them both out of the spell and Itachi took
two quick steps away from the child, chastising himself for losing his
self-control.� �I�ll get the drinks; you
get the bowl.� �He felt as if he had
grits stuck in his throat.

Haku nodded and did as he was
told, acquiring a large bowl and pouring the freshly popped kernels to the brim
filling the air with a warm and buttery aroma.�
After adding a generous sprinkling of salt, he made his way back to the
living room and was followed a few moments later by Itachi,
who was carrying a glass of red Kool-Aid in each hand and almost dropped them
when he saw that the other boy had taken the liberty of removing the sweatshirt
anyway.

The lingerie was such a dainty piece of material, elegant
and frail, much like its wearer.� His
torso was longer than the average female�s so the hem of the camisole rested
just above his navel and he could also see how carelessly the band of the blue
shorts clung to his hips, almost as if they would drop to his ankles if they
got tired of trying to hang on but Haku�s erection
was sure to keep them hooked into place.

He tried his hardest not to stare or spill any of the
juice onto the couch upholstery as he handed the boy his drink before taking a
seat next to him, immediately knocking back half his beverage but, unfortunately,
the chilled liquid was nowhere near as effective as a cold bath as he�d hoped.� �What movie are we watching?� he forced
through a throat constricted with lust.

Haku laid his glass on the
coffee table, bending over to do so.� He
then retrieved an unmarked DVD case from the floor, also bending over to do so,
but when he leaned over, yet again, to place the disc into the player beneath
the TV stand, Itachi emitted a tortured groan.� Haku remained
silent as he knelt in an eerie manner before the blue glow of the television
screen, like something out of Poltergeist, but once the disc loaded, and he was
sure that it was working, he turned to reclaim his seat.

That coy, little smirk that flashed across his lips just
before he sipped from his drink should have been an obvious clue that he was,
as usual, up to something naughty and, no doubt, the first scene of the movie
opened up with a room full of handsome, half-naked men.

Itachi sighed and the other boy
gave him a �how did that get in there� kind of look.� It was hard to walk with all the blood
pumping to his third leg but he managed to stop the video before anyone got too
hot and heavy and swapped it for something with a little less influence.� But maybe �Sweeny Todd� wasn�t such a wise
choice either, considering how much the star-struck teen adored Johhny Depp.

Itachi really didn�t care at
this point, he just needed to put something in that wasn�t- he flipped the DVD
over in his hand but wasn�t at all surprised to find there was no label.� Figures.� Haku would never leave
�something like this lying around in such
a way his father could easily notice it and it was more than likely that he�d
downloaded it off the internet then converted it to a blank disc.� If Zabuza knew what
he was doing with the internet connection he was paying thirty-five dollars a
month for�

He shook his head and knew he was only trying to be
spiteful because Haku was getting off to these kinds
of things and not by his hand.� He knew
how much his hormones must have been raging out of control but he just wished
the boy was a little more patient.

Again, he was being a hypocrite.

Going back to that couch was like daring to enter the den
of a ravenous lion and he was surprised when the other boy didn�t maul him the
moment he sat down.� Itachi
could feel his restlessness from the shifting of the cushions and he prepared
himself for whatever he deigned to throw at him next.

�Itachi, may I kiss you some
more?�

He broke another rule by refusing his request.� Haku whimpered and
the sofa shuffled again as he crawled over to his babysitter and the older man
mentally strengthened his resolve, determined to reject any further advances
from the jailbait.�

�Itachi, my penis really
hurts.�

His will shattered and his own cock practically screamed
in frustration from within its confines.�
Haku inched closer and dropped his head to his
older lover�s shoulder.� �It�s really
hard now and it won�t go down,� he sobbed almost painfully.� �If you can�t touch me then can you at least
watch me?�� He lifted his face then to
meet the glazed desire in his lover�s black eyes.� �I want you to watch me masturbate.�

The voice of reason warned him against it but he could
hear nothing but the rush of blood in his ears and, before he was aware what
was happening, Haku had taken him by the arm and was
dragging him upstairs and into his bedroom.�
But there was no way a five-foot, one hundred
and twenty pound child could drag a six-foot, one hundred and eighty pound
adult up a flight of stairs.� No, Itachi�s legs had followed him of their own free will and
he knew that argument would never hold water in a court of law.

Haku flicked on his bedside
table lamp, giving his room a warm, orange glow and, beneath the weak light, the
Uchiha could see the red colour
that stained his cheeks as he closed and locked the door behind them.

He had never been inside Haku�s
room after he�d matured to a certain age (for obvious reasons) and, if he hadn�t
know any better, he would have assumed that Mr. Momochi
had also adopted a little girl.�

There was no doubt in Itachi�s
mind now that Zabuza was aware of his son�s sexual identity.�

To be fair, the soft, pastel hues of his curtains,
bedding and carpeting were subtle enough for any man, secure in his
masculinity, to reside comfortably without feeling the need to throw Penthouse
magazines all over the floor.� It was the
floral patterns on the bed and the frills on the curtain that cancelled the
deal and that�s not even taking into consideration the wall he dedicated to
posters featuring his favourite actors, bands and solo
artists (the majority of which were male entertainers).� On his vanity -� No, really, he had a vanity - was a
cornucopia of toiletries ranging from body sprays to body lotions in every
fragrance conceivable by nature.�

Haku was probably the only boy he
knew that kept, not one, but two jewelry boxes and, even though his father said he could only get
his piercings when he turned sixteen, he was already collecting earrings of
every shape, stone and size.

A committee of stuffed animals looked down haughtily from
above their lofty perch in a hammock against the far corner of the room but, it
was one teddy in particular that caught Itachi�s
interest, and that was the one that sat alone at the foot of Haku�s bed.

Itachi stared into the glassy,
dead eyes of �bun-bun Itachi�, the rabbit, and he
found it touching that the toy was as clean and well kept as the first day he�d
bought it.� Obviously Haku
hadn�t been lying when he said he would cherish it.

Nervous hands took him by the arm once more and ushered
him towards the edge of the double bed where he was encouraged to make himself
comfortable and the painfully aroused man was glad to finally be able to sit
again.� �Haku graced him with
a short strip tease as he hooked his thumbs in his pants to loosen the waist
band then let it cascade down his legs by wiggling his hips and Itachi was forced to lean forward to rest his elbows on his
knees and knot his fingers together to make sure they stayed in place.� The little dancer kicked the garment out of
the way then sauntered over to the man on his bed whose eyes were glued to the
dark stains on the crotch of his panties made by his pre-ejaculate.� �Itachi, do you
want to take off my panties?�

His nostrils flared and the scent of Haku�s
arousal, just a few inches away, clouded his better judgement.� His hands were surprisingly steady as they
tugged the undergarment to the floor and the feel of his smooth, hairless skin
on his fingertips made him want to cream his pants.� Haku shivered as
his lower body was made bare to his nanny and the stream of transparent fluid
that leaked from the tip of his tiny member dripped onto Itachi�s
large hand.� He immediately took that
hand in his and cleaned the mess with his tongue, not at all put off by the
taste of his own essence.

Itachi�s throat went dry as he
watched a pair of delicate lips suckle at the flesh on the back of his hand and
when a cute, little tongue peeked out to taste the flavor of his skin he missed
two breaths.

Haku released him and climbed
onto the bed.� He could feel a rapacious
pair of eyes on his powder-white derriere and his face became as red as a beet,
but the tingling on his face became almost unbearable as he slowly turned onto
his back and spread his legs wide, exposing himself to his lover�s hungry glare.�

He didn�t touch himself right away,
he was content to watch the other man get his fill.� Just to prolong the fun a bit, he suspensefully lifted the camisole up to his neck and moaned
softly as the light texture of the material caressed his body.

This was why he loved to wear women�s underthings;
they felt so good against his skin.

A needy groan slipped past Itachi�s
tightly pressed mouth and he licked his lips as two delectable pink nipples
were brought into view.� Haku was now practically naked, save for the lifted
camisole and a pair of fluffy, white socks and it took every last ounce of
self-control he had left not to lay himself between his legs and bang him into
a sweaty stain on the mattress.

Haku�s hands were moving now;
one played with his pert nipples and the other moved lower to fondle his
scrotum.� God, it was so cute.� That tight, little ball
sack of his.� It was pulled so
close against his pelvis and had the same, even colour
as the rest of his body that it was almost unnoticeable.� His tiny penis, however, was a slight shade
darker but so engorged with blood that the skin wrapped around it shone against
the light.� His nectar flowed in copious
amounts from the slit and Itachi was actually
concerned that he may have a medical condition. �He also noticed that there were no traces of
pubic hair around his private parts; therefore, either puberty was being
inordinately selfish with Haku or he chose to keep
himself clean-shaven.� If the latter was
true then he�d have to remember to ask him if he�d let him watch that as well.

His anus, not surprisingly, was also the same colour as the rest of his skin and the rim of his entrance
was indented and held a concaved shape, much like a bowl.� Itachi swore
silently.� His was the most appetizing perineum
he had ever seen and he couldn�t even taste it.

Large doe-like eyes peered down at his admirer through
heavy lids and he mewled as coal-black orbs ran over every inch of his exposed
flesh.� Haku
thought he would melt, he was so happy that his body pleased his lover so much
that he couldn�t bring himself to look away.�
He couldn�t take this anymore.�
His hand closed around his quivering member and began an unmercifully
quick pace.� He writhed and panted
wantonly, calling out Itachi�s name on strangled breaths.

He was so close, but he didn�t want it to be over so
soon.� He wanted the other man to enjoy
this too.

But he was enjoying the display, although, he would have
enjoyed it more had he been a participant.�

Itachi swallowed hard and gingerly
crawled across the bed, careful not to interrupt his show, and Haku hadn�t even realized he�d moved until he felt an arm
slip behind his head and he looked up to see his babysitter�s handsome head
hovering above his.� The boy yelled and
spilled his milk onto his flat abdomen.�

Itachi�s stomach seemed to
growl as he stared hungrily at the white droplets that glittered upon the Momochi boy�s porcelain skin and, just for curiosity�s
sake, he scooped up a dollop with his fingertip and brought it up to his mouth
to taste.

It was quite delicious.

Haku moaned at the sight and,
despite his lightheadedness, he propped himself up on his elbows to obtain a
passionate kiss, and Itachi kissed him back.

Their tongues met for the first time and Haku�s toes curled as the accomplished kisser demonstrated
a slow and languid variety than the desperate urgency he was used to but, just
as suddenly as it had begun, it ended and he could see the turmoil on the older
man�s face as the gravity of what he�d just done caught up with him.

But the young boy wasn�t finished having fun yet and,
while the older man was preoccupied with his moral guilt trip, Haku reached out to grab his testicles in an uncompromising
grasp.� When he tried to pull away, he
exerted a little more pressure, just enough to keep him in place but not enough
to hurt him.

His eyes were stern now, and all traces of his previous desire
had vanished.� �Haku,
let go.�

The severity of that tone made him want to scuttle beneath
his bed but the boy remained the dominant one and shook his head.

Itachi grabbed him by the wrist
and made to yank his hand away but that turned out to be the most agonizing and
idiotic thing he�d ever done in his life.

�itachi,
please don�t fight me,� Haku whimpered, hating to see
his lover in pain especially since he was the one responsible for his discomfort.� �I don�t want to hurt you.� Please, just do what I say.�

The man took a deep, shuddering breath to calm the dizzying
waves, and when he was certain his equipment sustained no irreparable damage,
he nodded in surrender, allowing the other boy to maintain his control and Haku burrowed beneath his pillow for something then yanked
out a pair of fluffly handcuffs, much like a magician
would pull a rabbit from his hat.

It was quite a trick, but Itachi
failed to see the charm in it, primarily because it meant the sly child had
this planned all along and he�d fallen right into his trap.

�Handcuff yourself to the bed.�

Itachi obeyed reluctantly,
clasping one bracelet around his wrist before linking it through the sturdy bars
on the upper half of the bedhead then securing his
other hand with the second bracelet.� Since
the bars were higher than the solid lower half of the wooden frame, his arms
were now elevated above his head as Haku made him lie
flat on his back and slipped a pillow beneath his head.

�Are you comfortable?�

The older man said nothing as his ponytail was freed from
the rubber band and Haku combed his silky hair into a
disarrayed mess on the pillow.� The boy
could tell he was very angry but he didn�t care.� He finally had his sexy babysitter right
where he wanted him and he was not about to let this opportunity pass.

Haku straddled his hips, reinforcing
the power he had over his lover and began to undo the buttons of his red shirt.
�He took his time, there was no rush, Itachi couldn�t stop him and he heard the chains clattered as
he tried to grab his wrists and drag his hands away out of habit.� Haku peeled the
shirt back, exposing his well sculpted torso, and he wished he could remove the
garment completely but this was enough.�

He was like a perfect marble statue, whose creator labored
endlessly to carve a pale yet beautiful Adonis and Haku
admired the handiwork, running the flat of his palms across the warm, taut
flesh and observing the cavernous rise and fall of his chest and the thunderous
beating of his heart.� He leaned over to show
his appreciation with a kiss but his idol kept his lips pursed and would not
accept his offering.� Playful fingertips
found the twin buds on his pectorals and gave each a gentle pinch causing him
to hiss, and unintentionally bidding Haku�s tongue
entrance.� But the stubborn man kept his
teeth clenched tightly together and no amount of sensual persuasion allowed him
to pass that barrier.�

Disappointed, but not discouraged, Haku
left a trail of kisses along his jaw, neck and shoulders, working his way lower
where he worshipped his pectorals with light flicks of his tongue, paying
especially close attention to each dusky brown nipple.� ��

Itachi ground his teeth together
to stop himself from moaning, but God, the feel of his wet mouth on those
sensitive nubs was sending him into a tailspin.�

Haku pulled away to look down
at his lover�s chest, slick and glistening with a thick coating of saliva and Itachi shivered as the warm, slippery fluid dribbled down his
sides.� �Next time�, he wanted to
explain, �don�t drool so much�, but that would only give him the wrong idea;
that he encouraged this behavior, which was not the case.

Just because he was enjoying it didn�t suddenly make it acceptable.

The horny teen scooted himself lower to sit on a pair of
muscular thighs and resumed his admiration of his lover�s body by kissing his
stomach.� A pool of saliva overflowed
from the bowl of his navel and his shirt was now damp from the excess that spilled
from his abdomen.� It was a wonder the
boy wasn�t dehydrated by now but he kept going; nipping, lapping and salivating
all over the other man�s pale torso.

He hadn�t realized he�d called out to the younger boy until
Haku paused his
ministrations and glanced up into the piercing black orbs of his older lover
and saw his eagerness to please, reflected within the chocolate brown
depths.� Itachi�s
hips bucked, unintentionally prodding him in his stomach and the child gasped
when he realized that his girth felt much larger than it looked.

Itachi swore when he jerked again
out of reflex and willed himself to remain perfectly
still, but when Haku sought to satisfy his curiosity and
unclasped his belt, the man flinched, tempted to use his weight and toss the
boy off him but too afraid he�d fall off the bed and hurt himself.

�Haku,� he attempted to reason
with him instead but the need in his voice negated the severity of his order.� �Stop.� Don�t do this.�

His plea went ignored as disobedient hands opened his fly
and tugged his black slacks down to his knees with the exuberance one would
expect from a six year-old tearing into their presents on Christmas
morning.� The boxers were removed with twice as much haste and Itachi�s
cock sprang free, slapping Haku on his chin.

�Be careful,� the adult warned, more out of concern for
his young lover�s safety than his own.� It
wasn�t that he�d smacked the boy black and blue nor
did he risk poking one of his eyes out, so he was only flattering himself, but
the damned thing seemed to have developed its own ego and pulsed with pride beneath
the other boy�s wide-eyed appraisal.

It was huge!�
Almost as big as the ones he�d seen in the movies, maybe even bigger
since he was certain most of the actors used some form of male-enhancement.� He had to be at least seven inches in length
and a girth of about five inches, give or take.�
But he had to be sure.� Haku climbed off the bed to search frantically through his
school supplies and returned a few moments later with the required instrument.� He was enjoying this far too much for Itachi�s liking and the analytical student lined his
plastic ruler alongside the turgid member.�
Haku cocked his head to one side.� �It�s seven inches and
almost a quarter,� he then used the measuring implement to compare his own
erection.� �Mine is only four and a
half,� the child pouted.

Itachi didn�t know how to reply
to that.� To be honest, he liked Haku�s diminutive stature, those features were what made
him absolutely adorable but, as a male, he probably didn�t want to be described
as �small� and �cute�, no matter what his sexual orientation.� But, adolescence was fast approaching and he
still had a lot of growing to do and Itachi frowned
when he realized that thought saddened him more than it should have.

�Just be patient,� the more experienced male said and his
words held a deeper meaning.�

Like most youths his age, Haku
was only interested in the here and now, not at all concerned with what the
future had to offer and he snubbed Itachi�s
proverbial suggestion and straddled his thighs once again.� �Itachi,� his voice
was suddenly weak as he stared at the intimidating piece of flesh.� �You�ll make sure it doesn�t hurt, right?�

The man lifted his head slowly off the pillow and glared
at the boy as if he was out of his mind.�
Obviously he expected some kind of immoral hanky-panky or Haku wouldn�t have gone to the extreme of restraining him;
he had said he�d wanted to look at him in the nude and, yes, touching was sure
to follow, but there was no way he could have anticipated they�d go all the way.� He couldn�t be serious?

�No, I won�t,� he said plainly, playing on his gullibility
and fears.� This was why he didn�t want
him watching those dirty films; they deluded him into thinking that it was as
simple as sticking shaft �A� into slot �B�.�
�Sex is not as glamorous as those movies would have you believe,� he
elaborated.� �It�s very uncomfortable and
extremely painful for virgins.� Your body
has not fully developed yet and there will, no doubt, be tearing and a lot of
bleeding.� I had planned on making your
first time a very memorable and enjoyable experience but, if you�re too
impatient to wait and insist on going through with this now-� he rattled the
binds that kept him chained to the bed.�
�- then go ahead.� I can�t stop
you.��

It was a no-brainer:�
Take advantage of Itachi and have unbearable
sex now, or wait a few years and be made tender love to later.� The decision should have been an obvious one
but Haku, for whatever reason, still needed two, full
minutes to deliberate.�

After weighing his pros and cons, he retrieved the key
from the same hiding place and Itachi�s body sagged
with relief once the crisis had been averted.�
He sat up to rub his wrists; his authoritative presence dominating the
space on the bed, and Haku shrank back once his
babysitter was back in charge.� �You hate
me� don�t you?�

Itachi glanced over at him where
he knelt just out of reach.� His head
hung low and his face was concealed behind the curtain of hair that had spilled
over his shoulders and, even though he couldn�t see his expression, he could
tell he was crestfallen.� His tone had
been cold and bitter and he�d practically spat those words in his irritation
but it hadn�t been his intention to demoralize the boy with such a caustic lecture,
he just didn�t want him throwing away his virginity due to impatience.�

He sighed, riding out his guilt trip to the last
stop.� It was mind-boggling how that
innate gift Haku possessed allowed him to make his
disciplinarians feel as if they had done him a great injustice, even though
what they did, they did for his own good.�
It also explained how he managed to wrap a hulking beast of a man, like Zabuza, around his little finger.� Itachi closed his
arms around him, slightly cautious he might try something funny, but when he
settled quietly into the warmth of his embrace, the older man allowed his
vigilance to wane.

�You know that�s not true,� and
he planted a chaste kiss atop his forehead.

�Are you mad at me?�

It was impossible to stay angry when he looked up at him with
cherub-like innocence.� �No.� I�m proud of you.� You did the right thing.�

Haku frowned in distaste before
resting his head on his lover�s exposed shoulder and the young adult imagined
that, at that age, being told to do the right thing was as uncool
as having your mother wipe your face in public.

�It�s just really hard to be with you but not be able to
do anything about it until after you leave,� the boy confessed.� �I�m really sorry I did what I did, Itachi.� I just want
to be intimate with you without having to rely on� other media.�

�I suppose I�ve been a little too restrictive in that
regard,� was his low admission and he took Haku by
the chin to tilt his head back until they were face-to-face.� �How about this:� I promise to take your needs into
consideration if you promise to stop �relying on other media�.�

The ecstatic teen nodded in compromise and Itachi watched humorously, half-expecting his round head to
pop clean off his shoulders and he drew him closer to seal the proposition with
a kiss.� It was the first time Itachi ever instigated one and Haku
practically melted beneath the attention.�
The taste of his passion and the feel of his tongue sent him to dizzying
new heights and the teen clutched at his shirt to keep himself grounded.� A frantic moan erupted from the smaller boy
when his lover made an attempt to pull away and he tightened his hold about
him, adamantly refusing to let him go.� Itachi smirked against his lips as the teen kissed him
relentlessly and, as much as he loved to savor the feel of those delectable
lips against his, he was eager to move on to the next stage.�

Instead of forcibly peeling the child off him, as he was
accustomed to, the considerate gentleman made good on his word, abandoned his
rules, and introduced his partner to a higher plane of ecstacy.� His touches became whisper-soft and he took
control of the kiss, forcing the hasty teen to adapt to a languid pace.� Their tempo slowed and Haku
was now consciously aware of every feather-like caress across his skin and
every breath of air shared between them.�
He noticed the way Itachi�s lips glided
fluidly against his and focused on the subtle gyration of their hips teasing one
another but not making full contact.

It was a sample of everything Itachi
could offer; a prelude of what he�d promised to give him.� It was all Haku had
ever asked of him, just a tiny morsel of his adulation, and yet it still wasn�t
enough.� He craved more and the greed in
his needy moan was not hard to miss.� The
pads of Itachi�s fingers sank into the soft flesh of
the young boy�s round ass and Haku threw back his
head to gasp with delight as warm, moist lips immediately latched onto the pale
column of his throat.

�Yeah, Itachi.� I want a hickey, please?�

A request made so politely was hard to say no to and he
irritated a spot at his neck with his lips, teeth and tongue.� Itachi suckled
hard, drawing the skin into his mouth and pinching it between rows of sharp, even,
white teeth causing Haku to wail at the painful yet erotic
sensation.� His concerned lover pulled
away and looked down into his lust-crazed face but the child nodded, letting
him know he was okay before he returned to his task.

Even as he floated through the heady clouds of his
desire, Haku�s mind worked, albeit slightly
distracted, to come up with excuses to explain the mark against his neck.� Keeping it hidden was no problem for one who
was fashionably notorious for wearing turtle necks and scarves but, in the
middle of one of the warmest July�s to date, even his own
father would become suspicious.� He could
always stay hidden in his room until it healed; it wasn�t as if he had to go
anywhere during his summer vacation and Naruto and
the others-

He lost his train of thought when Itachi�s
dark head dipped lower to close his lips around a pert nipple and Haku could think about nothing else.� His eyelids fluttered and his grip in the
other man�s hair tightened significantly.�
He was aware he spoke but the overwhelming jolts of pleasure had already
fried his brain and the words sounded like gibberish to his ears.� Itachi answered
back, his honeyed reply smothered against a smooth chest and his warm breath
ghosted across the wet nipple, sending shivers along Haku�s
arched spine.� The man chuckled when he
noticed his lover was too paralyzed with pleasure to respond and he took
advantage of his condition to remove the remaining vestiges of their clothing
and crawl beneath the sheets.�

Their lips joined yet again and their tongues ravenously
sought each other out, the kiss never faltered even as they rolled beneath the
covers and Itachi settled his ward comfortably atop
him and his lean legs straddled his babysitter�s hard hips.� The feeling was unanimous, they�d had enough
foreplay, but while Haku hungered for the main
course, Itachi was only willing to offer him the hors
d�oeuvres. ��He took his tiny waist in large
hands that could easy span his stomach and adjusted their positions
slightly.� Because he was so tall, it was
physically impossible for them to continue kissing as he pushed the boy further
along his body, but when he introduced their lengths for the very first time, the
child made no complaint.�

Haku�s body shook with
excitement, having never gone this far before it was a whole new experience for
him and he was much too green to consider what he should do next so he did
whatever came naturally.� His hips began
to move, thrusting his arousal at the large one beneath him and he dug his
fingers into the mattress and sobbed almost pathetically as the stimulation
became too overbearing for him to handle.�
Haku�s head fell against Itachi�s
chest and his long, silky hair cascaded about his shoulders and settled as
black, inky tendrils on the Uchiha�s skin.�

He liked that; the way those luxurious locks tickled his
midriff and the scent of his herbal shampoo wafted up to his nostrils.� He enjoyed listening to the sweet sounds he
made; every whimper, every gasp and every chocked or strangled moan was a symphonious
delight.� He loved the feel of those
plump, little arse-cheeks in the palm of his hands
and his fingers stroked and caressed each powder-while mound as their shafts
slid and rubbed against each other.� He
could tell he had already developed an unhealthy fascination with Haku�s ass and his hands became more playful and daring;
squeezing, jiggling and lightly smacking his derriere.� He grabbed him roughly and pulled each cheek
far apart and he wished he could see that bowl-like entrance again, just
thinking about it made him groan and his deepest perversions imagined it filled
to overflowing with his saliva or his sperm.

The fantasy was too much and Itachi
grit his teeth as he felt his climax rapidly approaching.� An index finger ventured closer to the boy�s
heat and bothered the hole there.� Haku�s eyes snapped open then and he cried out to his
boyfriend to put it in, rocking his hips between the hard shaft against his and
the finger probing at his anus, but Itachi would not
take his virginity this way.� He would
have cried in disappointment then had he not reached his peak and, considering
that he�d come just a few minutes ago, impressed the other man with his
stamina.�

Hoarse and light-headed, Haku
shivered as he felt a blast of warm fluid shoot against his stomach and his
face reddened when he leaned up to watch thick gobs of jizz
spit from his lover�s thick penis.� Even
after he�d emptied his reserves, his cock still twitched and Haku reached out naively to wrap his hand around it and
help it along.� Itachi
hissed as an excruciating stab of pleasure went through his spine and he
snatched the curious hand away from his hyper-sensitive flesh.

�Trust me, now is not the time to play with him,� he
warned with a gruff and pulled the inquisitive boy closer, trapping his arms
between their bodies and cradling his head against his shoulder.� Itachi held him
tightly, holding him still and idly stroking the boy�s hair while he waited for
the passing of his post-orgasmic haze.� �Haku, however was still curious about what he�d meant by his
previous remark but decided it was better not to ask.� Knowing how much his lover knew him, he
really didn�t want Haku touching his penis and, no
matter what reason he gave, he would have disobeyed� like he wanted to now.

�Haku,� Itachi
growled in a threatening manner when his mischievous, little sprite tried to
rub his leg against his softening shaft.

�I�m trying to get comfortable.� It feels icky,� he said a little too quickly.
�He was good at coming up with excuses on
the fly, a handy skill that was very useful whenever her wanted to talk his way
out of a grounding from Zabuza.

Itachi only smiled; again, he
couldn�t stay mad at the unruly teen.� �We
should get cleaned up then,� and he watched the boy pout when he realized his scheme
backfired.�

�Can we lick each other clean?�

He saw right through that one.� �No.�
We�ll just end up making more of a mess.�

Haku climbed off his lover as
he sat up and made to get off the bed.

�Are we going to bathe together?�

Itachi snatched up a few
tissues from a box on a bedside table and wiped off his stomach before handing
it to the other.� �I stopped bathing you
when you turned seven, remember?�

�Yeah, I remember,� the boy�s head drooped dejectedly and
he plucked a few sheets for himself before returning the box to its rightful
place.� �But that�s not what I meant.�

Itachi sighed and tossed the
wad of paper in a wastebasket where candy-wrappers, a few dead batteries and torn
pages of sketches for Art class already resided.� �Why do you want to rush this?� he
asked.� �I already told you I want your
first time to be something special.� I
care about you Haku.�

�I know,� the boy sighed as well.� �I want that too but�� he shook his head and
made a frustrated gesture with one hand.�
�I keep telling myself it�s only four more years but a lot could happen
in that time, Nonna.�
What if you move on or decide that it�s really not worth all this
trouble?� What if you find someone your
own age and realize you�re just wasting your time on some dumb�� his voice
cracked on the next word.� �Kid.�

Itachi sat on the bed and gathered
the distraught teen into his arms, the damp ball of paper slipped from his
fingers and rolled under the side table.�
�I�m sorry you feel that way,� he began and took one of Haku�s hands in his to kiss his knuckles.� �Four years does sound like a long time but
that time will pass before you know it.�
I just want you to enjoy it while you can and not focus too much on me
or you�ll miss it.�� Haku
nodded, then sniffed and he saw the tears trickle down his cheeks.� �You know Haku, you too might meet and
fall in love with someone your age and I�d just be a burden to you.� You could risk missing out on a promising
relationship because of me.�� Haku shook his head vigorously and a few tears splattered
onto Itachi�s naked chest.� �Stubborn,� the older man laughed and combed
his hand through the child�s hair.

He too had thought long and hard about this.� Teenage love was fickle at times and, if a
situation did arise where the Momochi boy did, in
fact, start dating someone from his age group, he would be in no position to
stop him.� Honestly, he was serious about
the boy and was more than willing to put his life on hold until he came of age
and decided if he wanted to pursue their relationship, but, until then, and only then would Itachi
move on, but he was not ready to give him up now.� Maybe, not ever.

�I don�t want anyone else.� I want you.�
I love you, Itachi.� I don�t care what anyone thinks, this isn�t
wrong.� I�ll deny everything.� I promise I won�t tell anyone, it�s our
secret and I�ll take it to my grave. �I
promise I won�t let them take you away, Itachi.� I�ll threaten to kill myself if-�

�Hush,� and he silenced his morbid
rambling with a finger against his lips.�
�Don�t think about such things, alright.�

Haku�s eyes widened once he
realized what he�d just said and he apologized before hanging his head
shamefully.

�Sprite, I don�t think it�s a good idea for me to babysit
you anymore,� he said after a long moment�s silence and the look he got from
the young boy was a hundred times more devastated than he�d anticipated.

�Why?� he whimpered and the creak in voice told him that
he was fighting the urge to break into fresh tears.

�Well, because I didn�t want this to happen,� and he made
a sweeping motion with his hand, referencing everything that had taken place
within the last forty-five minutes.� �You�re
upset, and it�s all my fault.�

�I�m not upset,� he argued.

�You�re not happy right now, and I only want you to be
happy.�

�I�m happy when I�m with you.�

�No, you�re horny when you�re with me.� There�s a difference,� he teased, and Haku couldn�t help but smile at that.� �There, that�s better,� the older man grinned
as he watched contentment rise on that tear streaked face like the wakening of the morning sun.

�If I promise not to ask you to be intimate with me
anymore, will you continue to babysit me?�

�I don�t think I�ll be able to resist that temptation now
that I�ve had a taste of your forbidden fruits,� and Haku
blushed at the innuendo.

�If I try really hard, and wear �not-so-revealing�
clothes, then will you?�

�Haku, I-�

�Please, Nonna, I feel so much
safer with you when Papa�s not around and I like spending time with you.�

Itachi was actually flattered
by that comment.� To be put into the same
light as Zabuza Momochi as a
protector was quite the compliment.� �Didn�t
I tell you to stop calling me that?� he frowned with distaste.� It was a nickname that had stuck since his
early childhood when English wasn�t his first language and he couldn�t quite
pronounce �Nanny�.� Not that Itachi quite liked being referred to as a nanny in the
first place but Zabuza probably thought he was doing
the Uchiha a favour by not
calling him Haku�s �babysitter�.

�Only in front of other people,� Haku
volleyed back with a cocky smirk.� �I can
call you �Nonna� when we�re alone.�

He couldn�t debate that.�
�Don�t your friends make fun of you for having a babysitter at your age?�
he tried approaching this from another angle.

�Who�s going to make fun of me?� I�ll just tell Papa.�

Itachi chuckled at that.� All of Haku�s
friends were more afraid of his father than having an embarrassing picture
floating around Facebook and, knowing the kind of delinquents
he hung out with, they had a lot to
be afraid of.� �I think you need to make
new friends.� The boys you know are all
bad influences,� the young adult then said in an authoritative tone.

�Of which your little brother is one of them,� Haku pointed out with a giggle.

�That�s why I can say, from personal experience, that Naruto, Kiba and Sai are all bad influences.�

His giggling evolved into light-hearted laughter and Itachi felt serenity stir within him.� He loved to see Haku
when he was happy.

�I�m going to tell Sasuke you
said that.�

�Go ahead.� I�ve
been trying to tell him that since he got his first B-minus.�

Haku taunted the other man by
clapping his hands over his cheek as if he�d just heard the most scandalous
thing.� �Oooh, a �B-minus�.�
What�s he going to do next?� Play
hooky from school?� Pay a nerd to write
his school reports or, heaven forbid, sleep with the teacher to get a higher
grade.�

For that, Itachi lifted him
into the air and playfully tossed him onto the bed then crawled over him and
tickled him mercilessly while he squealed, kicked and begged him to stop until
water ran from his eyes.� Only when he
shrieked that he was going to pee himself did his tickle torture stop, although,
a perverse curiosity didn�t want him to.

Haku continued to lay there in
his naked splendor, his hair in disarray around his body and his skin a healthy
flush from his exhilaration.� His lips
were lifted in a contented smile, still plump and moist from their earlier
kissing and his shimmering brown eyes looked up at his lover with his heart and
soul dancing within their depths.� �Itachi, please say you�ll be my Nonna.�

He�d made it incredibly hard to refuse him looking the
way he did right now, and it was much too late to tear his gaze away.� �Very well,� he conceded and stretched out
next to his naughty, little sprite to take him into his tender embrace. ��As long as you still need
me.� I�ll watch over you.�

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