2 Young 2 Be Mine

Kisame tossed and he turned trying to get his mind to rest so he could. Too many things were keeping him awake. Namely Itachi kissing his finger. He was still trying to come to terms with that. It of course was probably innocent. Itachi was fifteen after all. Then there was Sasuke words. “You are really dense, you know that?”  He had tried to figure out what that meant. He had covered scenarios that were unlikely.

The funniest one he had come up with was that Itachi had a crush on him. He almost laughed hysterically over that one. Though something kept making him think that he may not be that far off the mark. It was preposterous though. Itachi was fifteen and he was twenty seven. Teen boys didn’t have crushes on older men like that, did they? He rolled over again and closed his eyes only to open them a second later. What if Itachi did have a crush on him?

What would he say to the kid to make him understand that he was flattered but that was prison waiting to happen for him? How would he explain to Itachi that he could never betray Mikoto and Fugaku’s trust? He was in over his head with this. Then he did laugh. He was trying to come up with something to say to Itachi about a crush that was non existent. Still the kiss on the finger, what was that about? Was Itachi messing with his head on purpose? If he was it wasn’t fair. Itachi was an alluring kid and Kisame was a respectful man.

Kisame groaned and got up. No use trying to sleep when your mind wouldn’t relax enough to let you. He went to his kitchen and sat at the table. He dropped his head into his hands. He was going to go slowly insane at this rate. He could simply ask Itachi if he had a crush. That would just embarrass him. He could ask what the kiss on his finger was about. That might be a safer bet. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind to go to bed. It wouldn’t pay to blow up the lab when he was getting ready to go out in the field.

He stood and went up to his room to try to sleep. He lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes. A vision of Itachi swam into his view. He was tortured by the beauty of the boy. Those long black lashes and his long silky hair not to mention the soft pale skin. The way he always looked so in control and those lips. Full and luscious lips that were in dire need of being kissed and the things he had imagined those lips wrapped around.

Well that just helped his situation. He groaned as his pants became tight. ‘Yes this was going to be a really long night’ he thought as he slipped his hand inside of his pants to relieve the pressure. As dirty and wrong as it was it didn’t really matter at a time like this. Desperation was a very cruel thing. He sighed in contentment as he finished. He rolled onto his stomach and slept peacefully, dreamlessly. Itachi was also sleeping soundly. He was dreaming though. In all of his dreams it was the same. Kisame would kiss him and tell him he loved him and that they would be together forever. Of course in his dream it was always done in a sensual, exciting way.

~DREAM~

Kisame and he were sitting in Kisame’s truck. Kisame was sliding towards him and reaching out to cup Itachi’s cheek. Itachi’s throat was dry. He knew what was coming and he always gave in. Kisame leaned closer. He licked his own lips and then touched them to Itachi’s. Itachi’s eyelids fluttered shut. He opened his mouth only slightly. Kisame slipped his tongue into Itachi’s waiting mouth. Itachi’s head started getting light and fuzzy. He wound his arms around Kisame’s neck and pressed them closer.

Kisame wrapped his hands around Itachi’s back. He was picking him up slightly as he moved Itachi onto his lap. The kiss grew deeper. Kisame rubbed his tongue against Itachi’s. Itachi moaned. Kisame panted as the kiss was broken. He slid his hands up Itachi’s shirt. He loved the feel of Itachi’s skin. He rubbed his fingers over heated flesh. Itachi whined. He wanted something and Kisame knew exactly what.

He slid Itachi’s shirt off of him and kissed his cheek then kissed his neck down to the collar bone on down to Itachi’s pert nipple. He stopped there to bite lightly long enough to make Itachi cry out in lust. He slid lower and kissed Itachi’s ribs on down to his stomach where he could swirl his tongue around his navel. Itachi was on the verge of passing out from so much anxiety. Kisame smiled at him as he laid him down on the seat of the truck. Kisame glided his hands up and down Itachi’s flawless skin.

Itachi pressed his hips up into Kisame’s arm. Kisame smiled. He ran his hands down Itachi’s clothed thighs. He slid his thumbs over the crotch of Itachi’s pants. Itachi groaned. Kisame repeated the action several times. Itachi was on fire. He whimpered. The pressure and stiffness was too much. Kisame smiled knowingly at him. He reached out and undid Itachi’s pants. Itachi was so happy he thought he might cry.

Kisame slid the zipper down slowly, torturously. Itachi whined. Kisame laughed softly. He slid Itachi’s pants off of him gracefully. Itachi wiggled trying to make it go faster. Kisame held Itachi down with one hand while he ran his other hand over the crotch of Itachi’s boxers. Itachi cried out. It felt so uncontrollably good. Kisame leaned down and pressed his mouth over the crotch of Itachi’s boxers. He blew hot breath through the fabric. Itachi was on the verge of screaming. He wanted so much more and yet he liked this too.

Kisame grabbed the top of Itachi’s boxers. He pulled back the elastic to reveal Itachi’s manhood. He licked his lips lustfully as he slid the material off of Itachi and tossed them aside. He leaned down and captured Itachi with his mouth. The pressure built more. Itachi was in heaven. In the next instant Kisame was naked and he was getting ready to take Itachi’s innocence. Itachi could never figure out how it happened so fast but this was the part he longed for.

Kisame spread Itachi’s legs apart. He had lubed them both and nothing stood between them. Kisame smiled at Itachi. “Are you ready Angel?” He asked. Itachi nodded eagerly. In his mind he was screaming “just do it already” Kisame thrust forward and BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.  Itachi’s alarm was going off and he wanted to cry. Why did that happen every single time? Fate hated him. He got out of bed and headed to his bathroom. He locked the door and turned on the shower.

He groaned in discomfort as he climbed into the shower and took care of his morning issue. He was still grumbling under his breath after he was dressed and going downstairs to breakfast. He slid into his seat and ate slowly. Mikoto looked at her oldest son in wonder. He was always slightly upset about something in the mornings it seemed. She let it go and continued to pack Sasuke’s lunch. Itachi had “outgrown that” So he said. She knew it was just so his friends wouldn’t make fun. She had seen this behavior all the time.

Madara stepped into the kitchen. Mikoto gave him a plate of food which he ate eagerly. These boys who moved away from home and lived the life of a bachelor never seemed to find time to eat. She always made sure he ate properly. His parents were in America a lot on business. They seemed to be hopping a plane every other month to over see business. The Uchiha’s were a very successful family. They were all of Japanese heritage and were a proud family. Mikoto had felt like she was marrying into royalty.

Fugaku would always be a prince to her so she guessed that she did. Madara gave her back a clean plate and she smiled approvingly. She handed him a bag and he smiled gratefully. If she could feed him and keep him somewhat healthy it was enough for her. The boys headed out the door to Madara’s car. Itachi climbed into the front seat and Sasuke into the back. Madara placed the bag into a lunchbox he carried. Itachi always noticed the lunchbox was pretty much empty.

“If it wasn’t for my mom you would starve wouldn’t you?” Itachi asked with a smile. Madara gave him a ‘what do you mean’ kind of look and then laughed. “Yes, it is sad that I am 24 and I can’t take care of myself.” He said with a grin. Itachi laughed as did Sasuke. Madara dropped them at school and headed to work. Madara walked into the office and punched in. He handed a smaller bag to Zetsu. Zetsu smiled in thanks. “Someday I am going to have to thank that woman in person.” Zetsu said. Madara nodded.

“So come to my cousin’s birthday with me next weekend.” Madara said. Zetsu smiled and was about to decline. “Tobi will be there.” Madara said with a wicked grin. Zetsu turned red. “Okay, I will go, not because of that but because your aunt really is a wonderful woman.” Zetsu said. Madara nodded. “That she is.” He said and they headed to their work stations. Zetsu sat down in his cubical and opened the bag. There were bagels with crème cheese and jam. He moaned in appreciation when he took the first bite.

A container below that held eggs, bacon and toast buttered to perfection. Zetsu’s own mother worked at a diner and he rarely ever saw her. She was married to a biker and Zetsu was happy for her. He went home on occasion but he preferred to stay here most of the time. His mom lived two towns away and she had been into many things. Drugs had almost ruined her life, jail had straightened her out and losing custody of Zetsu had broken her spirit. She had fought and fought hard to recover her life and her son.

He was proud of his mom but he felt like he was more of a burden then a help. She was always trying to give him money and she was always worried when she saw him. He loved his mom but he needed to make sure that she was happy. So he stayed here. He worked and he partied and he did things with a sixteen year old boy that he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help it. He loved Tobi. He was planning a trip soon to see his mom. He wanted to tell her about his relationship with Tobi. She had always known he preferred boys.

He finished his bagel and opened the container. He loaded his computer and ate while he worked. Tobi was a lucky boy to come from a family so tight knit. Zetsu could only hope that he and Tobi could be like that one day. A stack of files got dropped onto his desk by Kara. She smiled apologetically. He waved at her and smiled. He was going to be swamped for the rest of the day. He put down his fork long enough to enter his password and account name. He picked up his fork and went back to the delicious food. Oh yes he was indeed going to thank Mikoto in person.