Sweet and innocent

The best disclaimer I've ever written:

Take a good look at the anime... Do you see Sasuke whoring himself, while Itachi fucks his ass into the nearest counter, and Naruto fucks his mouth, while Neji masturbates, Kakashi-sensei fists Gaara, who's fingering Iruka, while he sucks on Kankuro, and Akamaru's licking Kiba's cock, and Shikamaru's got Chouji and Lee handcuffed to the bed, with lots of chocolate syrup over them, and turns Lee's hard cock into a meaty version of a banana split?? Do you see that in the show?! Well, that means Naruto doesn't belong to me...

Aw, man... I promised myself I wouldn't do this... I promised myself I would notpamper the fic by answering reviews, cause it sort of bothers me to see a lot of review responses, and little fic, but I'm a review slut, so I decided I'll pick those that get to my heart... just can't help but say...

Pepsi Sasuke AD: I loved your review, it made me swoon all over the place ; ), and really encouraged me to write more... I love this fic too, and though it's still cute and sweet, we're getting to the hot, sort of wicked parts of it. Just hang in there a little more chappies, while I solve this 'I got a crush, you got a crush, we all got a crush' situation. Hope you like the chappie!

This chappie contains yaoi.. as in, male and male doing naughty things with each other, and also, one of the males, is 8.. so, if you don't agree with this, please go away, I don't want to read senseless flames... it's just so troublesome...

Where we left off:

"Arigato... itachi-san" And then, Itachi knew it, he knew just why Sasuke became so infatuated with the kid, for he was frighteningly feeling it as well.

And... ACTION!!

Itachi sat there, perplexed on the bed, imprisoned by those bright blue orbs, the soft smile, the cute little face. Gods, the kid really was beautiful!

"It's okay... We just meant to help, that's all" Sasuke, no doubt taken away by the boy as well said, but there was a big difference between Itachi's and Sasuke's position: you see, Sasuke was holding the little puppy's hand.

The boy looked down at the joined hands, and the most becoming blush decorated his tanned face, in fact, the poor kid was so red, he looked like a tomato, and looking at Sasuke with such an amazed look, as if thinking he would wake up at one time or another.

"I don't mind, but... why did you save me, and took me here?" He asked, looking from Itachi, to Sasuke slowly, the question burning in his blues eyes. While Itachi kept on looking as aloof as ever, Sasuke had to speak his mind out.

"Because it's no fair! It's no fair those guys were beating you, or how people treat you for no apparent reason... it's no fair you got no one to look after you..." There was so much heat, so much conviction in the eight year old, that the boy couldn't help but smile in return, feeling totally flattered by the words. Itachi looked at his little brother, surprised Sasuke could hold such fire inside himself, for his Otouto was not known for letting his emotions take over him.

"I appreciate it, but... we've never even spoken before... I don't even think you know my name" The boy said, but his words were soft, and his smile was still there. To the boy's dissapoinment, Sasuke looked away, confirming the blond's suspicions. Itachi looked at the suddenly crestfallen look on the boy's face, and inmediately thought it somehow wasn't made for him, that the blond on the bed was made for smiling that sunshine smile, and lighten up everyone around him.

"That's easy... you could say it to us" Itachi stated, and Naruto blushed again, embarrassed by his lack of thought.

"I'm sorry... I'm Uzumaki. Naruto Uzumaki. A pleasure to meet you, dattedayo"

/Trust me, Naruto... the pleasure is all mine/ But, as a response, Itachi only nodded, acknowledging Naruto, who nodded in return. "Sasuke, please go get the bandages, so we can treat Naruto-kun" Sasuke nodded enthusiastically, and with a bright smile, ran to the bathroom, leaving Itachi frighteningly, and excitedly alone with little Naruto. "Naruto... I'm going to check on your wounds and bruises a bit, so I'll have to undress you" Naruto's blush was so bright, his sweet face turned so red, Itachi thought Naruto would have a nosebleed.

After a few seconds of strained silence, Naruto nodded his consent, and gave the very brave first step of removing the sheet from his little body. Itachi arched an eyebrow. Aside from the hazardly wrapped bandage, Naruto was bare chested, and orange pants hung seriously low from his hips.

/It looks like Sasuke did a little divesting and explorationg of Naruto on his own./

Immediately, images of his little brother setting Naruto gently on the bed came to his mind, touching his face, caressing those curious whisker-like scars, then proceeding to slowly remove the t-shirt which now lay on the floor, touching the warm skin then, his fingers flicking over brown, little nipples, basking in the joy of having his crush there, completely under his will.

He saw Sasuke take a humid cloth in his hand, spill some alcohol into it, and gently, lovingly caress the cloth on Naruto's body, cleaning the wounds, but getting excited over touching Naruto so intimately, Itachi could even see the adorable blush decorating Sasuke's face as he reached down, to unbutton Naruto's pants, and move them down, to remove the blood and dirt from there, then caress the clean skin softly, getting tingles from the gesture.

Hell, Itachi could even see his sweet little brother leaning down after washing Naruto, placing litle kisses on the blond boy's stomach, his chest, and toy around the idea of kissing his mouth, afraid Naruto woke up, but anxious to fulfill the dream. Then, swallowing a lump down his throat, Sasuke moved down, and touched Naruto's lip with his own, in a soft, innocent kiss, and technically heard Sasuke moaning into it, satisfaction and excitement running all over his little brother's young body.

Itachi took a deep breath, the pleasurable images in his head causing him to feel the tug, that tug in the pit of his stomach, filled with lust and desire, swelling his private parts slowly, asking more playful and delightful things to do with entertain his mind and body with.

"Itachi-san... are you okay??" Naruto's timid voice reached him, pulling him out of his fantasies, and makig him quite aware of his reality, and how his pants were just a tad tighter than before.

"Yes, I'm fine, Naruto... just drifted off a bit" To this, Naruo laugh, and it was such a rich, happy laughter that almost made Itachi smile as well. Naruto looked positively more alive and beautiful, much more sweet when he smiled and laughed. Yes, itachi decided, Naruto was made for all the positive emotions in the world.

"I know what you mean, I do it all the time, drift off to my own world, that is, I mostly dream of becoming Hokage, or eating lots and lots of ramen, sometimes, I like to think of some cool new jutsu, you know, like flying or being able to look into the future, that would be really cool, don't ya think, Itachi-san?" It was all so fast, Itachi wondered if the boy had really said all of that in half a minute.

But those blue eyes were looking at him expectantly, really waiting for an answer, and Itachi felt trapped. Completely trapped. Somehow, he just knew Naruto's gaze was like a cat's: if you were a pray, it would be the warning before the attack, and, if you were something interesting to them, like Itachi was to Naruto right now, Itachi knew any respectable cat wouldn't stop looking at you until he was good and ready.

"Aniki" Sasuke's voice broke the moment, his curious tone alerting Itachi of his presence. He looked at his little brother, and saw the objects he laid on the bed: bandages, alcohol, some aid band, and a few analgesics. "Will this be enough??"

"Bring some water"

"Oh, yeah!" Sasuke scolded himself, slapping his own head. "how could I forget? I washed Naruto less than two hours ago!" Then, Sasuke left, unknowingly leaving a very flustered Naruto, and a once again vividly fantasizing Itachi in his wake.

A few seconds of akward moment followed, mostly because Itachi was fighting an straining erection down, and didn't want Naruto to find out about it, and because Naruto was too busy trying to pry his blush away from his cheeks, thinking of the small Uchiha undressing and 'cleaning' him was just so... overwhelming for him, in many ways he didn't really understand.

"Here you go, Aniki" Sasuke came back, fortunately braking the tense atmosphere with his soft voice, an setting the needed items on the nightstand to the bed, then quickly moving to the other side of the bed, completely resolute to remain in the room, should Itachi need anything, and to look after Naruto.

Grabbing a hold of his self control, Itachi silently began his task: unbandaging Naruto. And the moment he started, a frown decorated his face, his clinical eye alerting of something very obvious as he removed each and every one of the bandages from the little blond's body. Thankfully, Sasuke answered his question before he even asked them.

"WOW!!" Sasuke exclaimed, looking at Naruto's skin. "Naruto, you're all healed! But, that's so weird, you had a lot of bruises a few hours ago..." The boy said, stranged by the event, and Itachi could see his little brother was saying nothing but the truth. With a sheepish look on his face, Naruto simply shrugged the exclamation off.

"Well, I've always been able to heal quickly..." the kid admonished, scratching his blond little head, looking from one Uchiha to the other. Then, his look turned from one of carelessness to a somewhat worrisome look. "guess, I'll go, since I was just staying 'till I felt better, and I just- -"

"No" Naruto blinked, along with Sasuke, at Itachi resolute negative. They even felt their pulse hurry up a bit. Itachi looked positively intimidating with such a confident, determined look on his face, as if nothing in the world could make him change his mind, and there was no saying to his words. But it was all in a good way, both boys decided, not frightening, just... impressive. "Naruto will stay, at least for the weekend, who knows if you have a broken bone of something. I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow, for a check out"

"I- you... But I just--" Naruto started stamering, the most tantalizing blush on his face, and Itachi saw Sasuke stare at him in awe, in that mix of thankfulness, and excitement way that made Itachi's stomach turn to jelly.

"That is final, Naruto..." Sasuke quickly silenced Naruto's polite efforts. He wanted his new friend to stay with him, and since Itachi was willing, there would be no way the small Uchiha would let the blond out of his sight, at least for the weekend. "Aniki agreed, so stay, please... I promise we'll have lots of fun!"

Naruto looked at Sasuke, his teeth worrying his lower lip, turning it a little white, then red, as he did, a clear sign of doubt, but a short nod from Itachi seemed to ease the blond's mind.

"Alright, then... since that's settled.. what's for dinner??"

For a few seconds, silence reigned in the room, until Naruto's stomach made its presence known by loudly demanding food. Sauske chuckled, then burst in fits of laughter, and Naruto blushed, noticing his sudden rudeness and lack of tact.

And just as Naruto began telling Sasuke how much of a 'rude person' he was for laughing at him, Itachi debated if he should laugh, or groan. Naruto seemed to be someone who wouldn't take long to like them, and Sasuke was clearly attached to the blond, while Itachi found himself surprisingly accepting of the blond, almost thinking this new friendship delightful, in more way than one. He simply didn't know if this sudden closeness between Naruto and Sasuke was a good thing, or a bad thing.

/What did you get yourself into, Itachi??/ the young ANBU asked himself, taking his mask off to indulge in the mundane desire of massaging his temples.

Naruto had clearly gotten along with Sasuke. Actually, getting along was a poor way to describe it. The two children seemed fucking tied at the hip! Ever since that afternoon two months ago, when Sasuke had brought the injured blond into the house, to take care of him, there hadn't been a single day Naruto hadn't barged into their lifes, bringing that fresh smile, and extroverted personality.

It wasn't a bad thing, Itachi hadn't had a single boring afternoon or night for the last two months, Naruto had the natural ability to light up the Uchiha residence, and the blond never let Sasuke forget his house duties, and Sasuke seemed positively perkier than Itachi could ever recall to see him... and that was it.

Sasuke was happier. He was happier, and better, and brighter, smiling and so very fucking unaware of Itachi!! It was like, whenever Naruto was around, Itachi went from center of the universe, to a random star in the periphery of a blond, blue-eyed galaxy, yelling to be noticed, but failing miserably.

He hated it. Itachi hated the way Naruto could simply walk into a room, and Sasuke's eyes would light up like a sun, and nod at pretty much whatever idea the blond would have, and leave Itachi in a state of abandon he was clearly not accustom to. Itachi hated that Naruto had the power to make his Otouto contradict Itachi, that Sasuke now spent most of his time making Naruto company, than spending it with him.

But most of all, he hated how Naruto would always look at him, and he would speak to Itachi, always sweet and admiring, like a kid he was in a candy store, so blinded by the wonderful things he saw, and not really caring about his teeth at all.

Itachi hated it, because Naruto made him forget. In those moments, there was no 'stealing Sasuke' thoughts, no recriminations, only a sense of possessiveness and passion Itachi had only been able to feel for Sasuke.

He couldn't deal with this. Itachi couldn't deal going through this AGAIN. For years, he had known he had harbored intense, abnormal feelings for his sweet little brother, he had seen the symptoms quite early, and through sheer strength and determination, Itachi had learnt to control them, to accept it as a part of himself, and locking it up along with most of his emotions, but now...

Now, it wasn't just Sasuke... It was Naruto AND Sasuke, it was jealousy of Naruto, as absurd as that sounded, it was a certain jealousy of Sasuke, too, and at the same time, it was passion, and rage, impotence, bliss, frustration... God, this was his 8 year old little brother, and his best friend!

/If only they were older, and knew better.../ Yes, Itachi admitted it. Sasuke being his little brother wasn't really the problem, he had long ago accepted he felt attracted to Sasuke, so Itachi no longer gave mind to the blood related factor. It was the innocence. They were kids. So young and far from the darkness of the world, like little isolated white clouds in a gray winter afternoon.

At first, Itachi had thought it was a defect of himself. The only two people he had happened to feel attracted to were both boys, and both children, he had thought he was a pedophile, or something of the sort, a paraphilia, something he could cure or get right of. But no, after spending a seriously large amount of time cataloguing several Konoha young boys, and also the adult population, he came to the conclusion that it wasn't the age... it was his reflection on the eyes of the people.

Of all he had seen, only Naruto and Sasuke held that thing, that closeness to him, and got to see him like a true hero, as if he was the most magnificent thing they had ever thing, and it was a great priviledge to be around him.

It was the power, he came to the conclusion. Around Sasuke and Naruto, he felt like the most powerful person in the world, like he was a God, and they were his most loyal servants, awaiting every command, cherishing every suggestion, craving every praise. With everyone else, he was a symbol of authority, yes, but he didn't held that unshakable power, he wasn't the core of any of their lives, only with Naruto and Sasuke, he felt like each of his action, his words, his thoughts could actually shake up their lives and alter their perceptions forever.

It was sick, yes, but that was the truth. He loved having that power, loved being a need to those two little angels, simply basked in the innocent hugs, and the sweet looks, and found bliss in those bright eyes looking at him, awestruck, admiring, love and care deprived, silently begging him to sate that hunger.

Therefor, the sudden stroke of jealousy, when both his ego-feeding, beautiful boys found company in one another rather than him, because then, what did he have?! Nothing, that's what!

Now, it wasn't all egocentric love. No, he really did care about his little boys, he craved and missed their presence for other reasons than his own selfish power hunger, he found them highly entertaining, and very endearing. They did something only Naruto and Sasuke had been able to do: they warmed up his heart.

And that scared that him. He wasn't used to it. He felt like the closer those two little walking menace would be, the harder it would be for him to control himself, He could deal with one of them fine enough, he had dealt with Sasuke most his Otouto's life, but when he added the contradictions Naruto brought to his life, his situation was like a time bomb with a broken chronometer, which skipped time back and forward, and no one really knew when the whole thing would blow up in Itachi's face.

/I have to put an end to this... I can't go on like this./ He thought, knowing he could deal with being turned on by power, but highly doubting he could face up his own feelings concerning the two boys. /Somehow, I have to brake them both apart, or something!! This situation is going to drive me insane/

Slowly, he walked to his house, and right upon his door, he saw Sasuke's neat handwriting on a note:

'Went to the store. Back in a flash.

Love, Sasuke.

Ps: Naruto's home, sleep. Just got home, so you'll have to cook (I promise i'll make it up to you!!)'

Itachi actually chuckled. There was his somewhat careless Otouto he knew and loved. He could even see the nervous look on Sasuke's face as he wrote this, asking himself if he could pull this off without the usual 'we all got duties' scolding from Itachi. /Well, you won't, Otouto... you just look so good with that blush on your face, promising yourself you'll do anything to please from that moment on/

Slowly, Itachi entered the house... and really wished he had stayed to work late today. Naruto was clearly there, he was currently sleeping on the couch... sleeping like a babe, really, turned on his side, hugging a pillow, his shiny blond hair falling sweetly over his face, blissfully oblivious to Itachi's heated gaze.

Slowly, silently, Itachi walked over to Naruto, looking at the blond peacefully lost in his world of dream and slumber, and Itachi wondered just how something so small and delicate could make him feel so weak and displayed, with just one look, or touch. Without even thinking about it, Itachi's hand moved to caress a tanned cheek.

"mhm..." To Itachi's surprised, Naruto let out a soft sound at his touch, and leaned his small head closer to Itachi's hand, cuddling to it. Itachi actually smiled, he had always thought Naruto looked like a pretty little kitty, due to his whisker-like scars, but now, sleeping all curled, hugging pillow, and leaning into Itachi's touch, a soft smile on his face, Itachi thought Naruto would perhaps be a feline in another life.

/So beautiful.../ Itachi kept on touching the tanned face lightly, careful not to awake the little blond, his body awakening the intimate touching, how forbidden it was, the sense of danger of being discovered bringing even more pleasure to the simple caress. Just then, Itachi knew Naruto and Sasuke not only had him, they ahd him good. /you'll bring me more problems than solutions, Naruto.../

Then, Itachi slowly picked the young boy up in his arms, and slowly... very slowly walked to Sasuke's room, savoring the feel of Naruto's young, warm body in his arms, the light tensing of muscles, and he could see the irises moving, and a small hand took a soft hold of his shirt. Naruto was dreaming... and Itachi too, he was dreaming of that small, cute pink, mouth his cheeks pink too, in pleasure and embarrassment, shy about his excitement, as Itachi did so many wonderful, dirty things to his sweet blond.

By the time Itachi made it to Sasuke's bed, to lay Naruto down, his youthful body was aching, pants tight and tenting, and he could feel ever part of his body just singing out to him, to take the blond, to make each dream come true, telling him Itachi could pull it off, all he had to do was play his cards right, and Naruto would do anything Itachi wanted.

Shaking his head, Itachi grabbed a hold of himself, and carefully laid Naruto on the bed, indulging the urge to kiss the tanned forehead, if anything, before moving back... to find himself attached to Naruto by the blond's hand clutching his t-shirt.

Itachi looked at the little hand, it was a soft grasp, but it seemed quite stubborn not to let go. /Even if his sleep he's stubborn/

Smiling, Itachi touched the blond's face again, caressing each scar, enjoying how Naruto moved into his touch, a soft smile decorating his face, and Itachi vaguely wondered how Naruto got those scars, but didn't put much mind into it.

Instead, itachi moved closer, encouraged by Naruto's obliviousness, and slowly, delicately, he touched his mouth to Naruto's, not really kissing, more like caressing their mouths together, a sensual dance that tested Itachi's self-control. Oh, how he'd love to take the warm body under him, completely take over Naruto. Smirking almost sadisticly, Itachi moved the centimeter left, and softly kissed Naruto on the lips.

It was like an explosion. For that first second his mouth touched Naruto, his body trembled, and he felt his cock jump inside his pants, his whole skin tingling at how forbidden, and loaded this moment was, the thrill of knowing he was finally doing exactly what he wanted, even if partially, and still got to get away with it.

Taken by this passion high, Itachi pressed his lips a little more firmly over Naruto's, and his hand went down, slipping under the t-shirt, the small muscles twitching under his fingers, an relaxing inmediately, as if knowing there was no danger, only pleasure in the touch, responding to Itachi so delightfully.

"Urgh..." Itachi froze, his heart hammering inside his chest, hands actually twitching upon hearing Naruto moan, as Itachi's hands moved over his young left nipple. But, fortunately, Naruto simply cuddled more into Itachi's hand, and kept on dream land. Itachi drew his eyebrows together, trying to puzzle out what Naruto could be dreaming of.

"Itachi..." It was so soft, Itachi almost missed it, but he didn't. Naruto was moaning his name in his sleep! This sweet boy was harboring wonderfully sinful things in his innocent mind, dreaming about him, moaning out his name. /Fucking god.../

Surrendering, Itachi kissed the boy again, careful not to let go completely, maintaining the kiss soft and shallow, but also sweet and intimate, his hands kept on touching the young chest, fully aware Naruto could sleep through an earthquake, and his tongue caressed the blond's mouth softly, licking Naruto's pouty lower lip, then nibbling it, and Naruto gasped, opening his mouth some, and Itachi took advantage, inserting his tongue in the small blonde's mouth lightly, slowly, relishing every moment, basking in his conquer, this little piece of heaven he had stolen all for himself.

Naruto's sweetness was tasty, and the raped innocence of the moment gave Itachi a sense of decadence no other act could ever awake in him. Desire guiding him, his right hand closed over Naruto's pelvis, right between his legs, and Itachi was met by a small, but surprisingly hard prick under strained pants. Automatically, Itachi began an expert stroking of the young cock through the clothes, his own hips moving against a young thigh, ecstasies clouding any attempt of reasoning.

Then, blue eyes slowly opened sleeply, and Itachi didn't give a flying fuck, he kept on the soft kiss, heard Naruto moan, felt a little hand grip his shirt, and Itachi deepened the kiss, felt the akward moves of Naruto's inexperienced body moving, instinct clearly guiding Naruto as the blond moved his hips against Itachi's hand, and his shy tongue met Itachi's, testing new ground, awakening new sensations.

Itachi groaned, increasing the tempo of the strokes, loving Naruto's rapid breath, the confusion on the sleepy blues eyes, the lust, his squirming body beneath him. Itachi knew Naruto wasn't sure if he was awake, or sleeping, if it was true, or not, the blond's mind was a turmoil of things, but he knew one thing: Naruto was enjoying every moment of it, even if he didn't really knew what was going on.

"Itachi..." Came the moan again. Encouraged, Itachi grabbed a hold of Naruto's free hand, and guided it to where he needed to feel it the most: right over his hard cock, guiding the small hand's moves, moaning into the kiss, deepening it, coaxing the small tongue to move against his, still stroking the young prick under his hand.

Suddenly, Naruto choked out his name, and his small body arched, blue eyes lost and confused, his muscles tense, and Naruto's young hips thrusting erratically against Itachi's hand, Naruto's delicious mouth opening in a silent scream, and his face and neck turning a most enchanting shade of pink, only letting out half sobs and gasps.

Itachi looked on, fascinated, as Naruto shockingly went through his very first orgasm, taking in every detail, feeling every move, his body responding to it, thinking he had never seen anything as beautiful, as hot as the boy going through his very first sexual experience under his gaze.

Breathing deeply, Naruto let his head fall on the pillow, and closed his eyes, whispering the older Uchiha's name as he did, and promptly fall sleep.

Itachi laughed, then groaned, and closed his eyes, replaying every moment in his mind, careful not to let any detail go by. It all happened so fast, Itachi was scared he had missed something, but no.. his honed ninja skills and the intensity of the moment made sure his senses hadn't skipped a single thing. But he hadn't, he played the look of Naruto's first orgasm over and over in his mind, printing the image deep in his mind.

He oppened his eyes, and the sight that greeted him comfirmed it: the shallow breathing, Naruto's still somewhat pink cheeks, his swollen lips, that look that only a good make out session or sexual encounter could give you.

Growing desperate for an outlet, and hit by a sick, twisted desire, Itachi undid his pants, reaching into them, to free his straining erection, and right there, kneeling over Naruto, on his little brother's bed, indulged himself in the desire, and began a quick work of his pent up pleasure.

He looked at Naruto sleeping peacefully, the images of their previous activities burning his body, he felt the all too familiar tension in his body, arching his muscles, going across his nerves, wave after wave of bliss invading his body.

He came with a groan, the picture of Naruto dry orgasm burning in his mind, sating his hunger, a wicked smile on his face. Normally, Itachi would masturbate, like any other healthy teenager, but he would only feel it as a needed nuisance, something to get off his system, but now, it was more than that, it was the culmination of one of the most exhilarating experiences of his life, and he was painfully discovering he was already addicted to it, not thinking he'd now have the control of keeping away from the forbidden fruit after tasting it, specially since it tasted so very delicious.

He opened his eyes, and the image that greeted him almost made him come again: Almost as if aimed, his spilled seed had fallen onto Naruto's little body: on his uncovered abdomen, some on his small neck, but most of his on his little face, a few stray drops surrounding Naruto on the pillow.

Without even thinking about it, Itachi leaned down, to 'erase the evidence', as his mind proyected, licking away each and every bit of his semen on the young blond's body, first his stomach, then his neck, surrendering to the desire of placing a careful nibble over it, then his face, licking Naruto like a thirsty kitten, his tongue just peaking out, to take the white fluid, then quickly moving back into his mouth, savoring every moment, bittersweet as it was, until there was no more to collect. Then, Itachi looked at Naruto's face, very aware his licking had him ready for another round of child play with Naruto, but his mind was in control, and he knew he couldn't indulge himself once more.

Quickly, he accomodated Naruto, trying to make him look less... ravaged, and made a quick work of the stray seed on the pillow, then, he kneeled once more on the bed, a soft smile decorating his face as he looked at the blissfully unaware face, and a single thought filtered through his mind.

/you'll bring more problems than solutions, Naruto, but damn, it'll be all worth it/ then, Itachi set a chaste kiss on Naruto's lips, and swiftly moved out of the room, wondering where his OTHER eight year old obsession would be, and if, given a chance, getting intimate with Sasuke would be as satisfying as being with Naruto.



Oh-oh... me thinks Itachi's growing a little naughty, isn't he?? giggles I'm sorry bout the delay, but unfortunately, these type of scenes (the graphic ones) always give me trouble... Well, whatever... originally, this was two separare chapters, but the mood stroke, and I just couldn't stop writting. I hope you liked the chappie!!