Obsession

Obsession

Itachi knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help it. He wanted his virginity and heart to be taken by none other than his Uncle Madara.

One-shot

Snowysess: This story contains incest, lime, masturbation, minor, Yaoi, and is considered a bit plot-less. It’s just a one shot I wrote a while ago and has yet to put up. If you don’t like then don’t read it.

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Itachi stared into the distance, looking out the classroom window. His was only fourteen and he was in the twelfth grade, about to graduate from Amekagure Academy School for Boys. He was sent here by his father since it was a school for those who were considered geniuses. The principal, Nagato happily accepted him into the program and considered him the top student in the entire school. His exams always had perfect scores. His homework and class work was always done on time or before it was ever even given.
It was a long way from Konoha City, about two thousand miles to be exact. He was only allowed home during the summer and even then he was taking college classes at the local community college. Itachi had a special ability to memorize every detail or fact into his brain. He had photographic memory so he never needed to study. Information is filed away and continues to grow with each lesson. School wasn’t a challenge for him; it wasn’t a game to see who was smarter either. It was a waste of time.

In his opinion, he was smarter than most his teachers and maybe even the counselors that were claimed to be childhood geniuses as well. The only problem he had was with his peers. He was shorter, younger, and anti-social. He only spoke when absolutely necessary and he stayed by himself most of the time. He never really had gotten along with people around his age or older. Itachi’s own father didn’t like him because he was too smart for his own good. Yes, it was good to be proud of someone so smart but it wasn’t good when that child made the parent feel inferior.

It was the reason why he now lived with his Uncle Madara. His uncle wasn’t the typical uncle. He hardly ever saw him unless it was something dealing with a school event. Ever since he first met his uncle, which was only three years ago, he did any and everything for his attention. His wiser and matching obsidian eyes were the only set to actually see him. He saw him for what he really was. A young teenager, a boy that wasn’t special, and basically a brat.

He actually called him brat on numerous occasions but anyone else would be scared to even mention brat in Itachi’s face. His intelligence and his cold indifferent face canceled out any insult in a second. Many people have called him robotic, unable to feel but it wasn’t like that at all. He was able to feel, he just was never taught how to.

Once his father found out that he was a genius, his toys were taken away and replaced by books. The television was replaced with a computerized tutor, only at the age four. He was neglected by his parents because he was smart enough to understand. It didn’t help him once his little brother was born. It was like they totally forgot about him unless it had to deal with a goal they wanted to complete. He has only seen Sasuke a handful of times because he was always busy with his studies. Sasuke was now eight and hated him. He wanted to please their parents so much but he hasn’t figured out that they couldn’t be pleased by anything. Itachi learned the hard way.

No, what he felt for his parents was resentment. He felted enraged by their treatment of him. He felt guilty for Sasuke because he didn’t understand yet. He thought he’ll never understand until it’s too late. He felt relief and a weird kind of emotion for his uncle. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help it. He wanted his virginity and heart to be taken by none other than his Uncle Madara. Madara was the only person that didn’t treat him like some kind of robot. He talked to him like any other person would talk to an adolescent.

Itachi continued to stare out the window, his expressionless face discouraging any of his classmates to communicate with him. He had learned the basics of human intercourse which only involved a woman. He wanted to be with a man though. He knew it was possible; he just needed to find out how. His photographic memory could help him in all matters of the subject. He had just decided this morning that on the way back home he would stop at an adult store and buy a few DVDs.

There were many homosexual couples since it was an all boy school. He could as the couples that were open enough but he didn’t know how to approach the subject. His bluntness has always made people uncomfortable. It didn’t help that his emotions were malformed so he came off slightly rude to anyone he talked to. The only person able to get along with him was the guidance counselor, Kisame. He was weird since he always wore blue face paint and made gill markings on his cheeks. He was nice to Itachi in his own kind of way. He wouldn’t be able to talk to him about homosexuals since the man was into women.

No, doing it on his own was fine. The bell rang, signaling class to start once more. Lunch break was over and he had four more hours to go before he could do his research. He turned back towards the classroom and walked to his assigned desk. He didn’t know if he felt excitement, fear, or nervous for what he was about to do. Maybe it was all of them.

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After school, Itachi immediately packed his things, changed from his school shoes to his walking shoes and set out into town. He usually walked home since he didn’t like the school buses. He never really did, even when he was a kid. His father used to yell at him for missing the bus on purpose. No one wanted a little kid walked five miles to their house. His teachers in primary school used to give him rides home once they figured it out. Public transportation was never something he learned. He knew the concept but he never did it personally. He took out the map he had downloaded from his laptop early in the day. He had marked the nearest store on the way home. It was a few streets away from his usual path so he wouldn’t get lost.

He put it back in his backpack and continued his walk down the street. It only took about forty minutes to get home. Stopping by the store, it would be an extra thirty minutes at least. He fingered his wallet in his pants. His uncle gave him money on a constant basis and now he figured out what to spend it on. He quickened his step, the street light was about to change. He didn’t want to be in the street when it happened.

Once he finally reached the store, he stood in front of it almost hesitant to go in. The store’s name was Fantasy Entertainment and it was right next to a tattoo parlor. Across the street from it, were a gas station and a small diner. When he reached the double doors he pulled open one and stepped through. The man at the cash register was sleep. There were many shelves lining the walls and shelves in the middle of the floor. There were signs hanging from the ceiling with each shelf in a category. He looked for the sign that said, Gays, Lesbians, and Bi-sexual.

It was located in the back so it wasn’t that popular. He walked over to the shelf and started looking for gay men titles. He instantly found some. They all had ‘Cock’ or ‘Balls’ within the title. Some either had job titles but the pictures on the case were completely indecent. Mostly half naked or completely naked men posing in some kind of seductive way. He picked up Secret Gym Trainer, Seducing the Bachelor, Steal Cock, and a few of other DVDs. He looked around to make sure he got enough, eight cases total.

He walked to the cashier that was still sleep and set the DVDs on the counter. The man jumped away when he heard the small noise. It seemed as though he was a light sleeper. He was old, a beard hung from his chin, down to his neck and his glasses didn’t fit his face at all.

“You’re gay, boy?” he asked while he rung the movies up. “It’s a shame with the young men today.”

“Hn.”

“That would be $74.93.”

Itachi handed him the cash and took the bag with all his DVDs not bothering to wait for change. He left the old man screaming at him to come back. He didn’t care. He had enough money to last him a month if he wanted to eat out every day. His uncle was rich as well. He was only thirty four and was his father’s younger brother. They didn’t really get along and he thinks they never will. Uncle Madara was an owner of a couple of hotels and law offices.
He had a clinic and even his own fashion line named Akatsuki. It was expensive but it wasn’t expensive for people as rich as Madara.

Itachi walked home with his spirits high. His uncle won’t be home for another week so he needed to learn as much as he could. His hands were starting to sweat from holding the bag. Or maybe that was his nervousness.

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Getting home felt like the longest twenty minutes of his life. Even though it was a short walk, he felt impatient. He threw his backpack on his bedroom floor and walked to his DVD player with the bag full of homosexual porn. He immediately opened the case and turned on his flat screen TV. It was a thirty inch wide and twenty three inch in length. His didn’t really need it since he hardly watched television but he was going to need it now.

He put in the indecent decorated DVD and watched the screen come to life. It was a scene with a man taking a shower with his penis already hard. He was humming to some weird song in the background until a slam was heard in the background. He stopped humming and stepped out of the glass shower.

“Akito, is that you?”

There wasn’t an answer. He turned off the shower and wrapped a white fluffy towel around his waist. It didn’t really hide his erection very well. Itachi continued to watch as the man walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway. He peeked into the living room and it was empty. He shrugged, and started walking towards his bedroom. Before he could push the cracked door open he was pushed in and slammed on the bed.

A hand covered his mouth and his eyes widened up at his attacker. Itachi looked down at the case. The title was Steal Cock. It was a random choice. He inwardly shrugged and continued to look at the screen. The white towel was snatched off the naked man’s body and a hand firmly grasped his erection. The hand had started to pump it making the other male squirm.

The attacker had a mask on so Itachi couldn’t see his face. He was starting to get uncomfortable though. He couldn’t sit like he normal could. He glanced down in his trousers and found out that he too had an erection. He had one before but that was almost a year ago. Nothing has every aroused him, until now. He looked back on the screen seeing now the naked man was willingly letting the man pump him. His mouth was no longer covered and he moaned with every little touch.

Itachi saw the unknown man start to suck his fingers and brought the submissive man where his thighs were touching his chest. The moisturized finger found the man’s anus and started to probe.

Itachi felt something wet in his pants. He unzipped his school trousers and saw that he was leaking a clear liquid from the tip of his penis. He pressed it with his pointer finger and gasped at the feeling. It felt good. He wrapped his hand around his erection and groaned at the sweaty tight grip. He mimicked the masked assailant’s movements as he pumped the other’s penis. It was almost too good to be true. He leaned over, gasping and moaning along with the DVD. The masked man was now entering the anus with his penis, with a groan of his own.

Itachi pumped in their rhythm, losing himself in pleasure. He cried out when he hunched over to quicken the pace. It felt too good to be true. He moaned, his mouth wide open the whole time with saliva trailing down his chin. He didn’t know what was about to happen and then before he could stop himself. He let out a long moan as he ejaculated all over his fingers and the carpet.

His whole body trembled from the pleasure and as he looked at the screen once again, he saw the submissive man coming all over their chests with a satisfied smile on his face.

He felt himself harden again and he stared down at his penis. He was all sticky now. Not to mention his school uniform was ruined. The masked man switched the positions, expressing he wasn’t done with the naked man just yet. Itachi couldn’t help it. He imagined that it was his uncle and him doing those naughty things. He gripped his erection once more and continued to lose himself in pleasure all over again. And again.

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After that, every day after school Itachi watched his pornographic material. He lost himself in pleasure. He continued doing his school work but his teachers knew something was distracting him at home. He was scolded in Biology for making the same incision twice while dissecting a frog. He ended up damaging the organs and had to get another one from the science lab down the hall. He was never known to make a mistake. It was because his mind was on other things.

He could hear his peers’ whispers about him being human after all. It was an insult but he ignored it. He didn’t care about that anymore. He was constantly aroused. There were many times where he had to go to the bathroom to jerk off. He couldn’t stop it. He caused so much pleasure to himself, tears starting forming in his eyes and when he ejaculated it was always a lot. It was like he was backed up from not starting years ago. He could care less about anyone’s opinion on his activities. They didn’t need to know and if they did, it was none of their business. His teachers were included.

He once again had his hand wrapped around erection once again, sitting in front of the TV. He had bought some new DVDs. He now had a whole collection under his bed, all in alphabetical order of course. He popped in a newly bought DVD. It had only been six days since he started his research and started his masturbation. He almost felt like everyone else. Like every other teenage boy but he kind of knew he was different. It was starting to turn into an obsession. He couldn’t go three hours without an erection or without a thought of his uncle doing erotic things with him.

He looked at the screen, his mouth wide open and his tongue out. It felt so good. He put apple scented oils on his hand to make his hand slide easier. It felt so much better. His hand and wrist was sore from all the pumping and now he thought he should move on. He leaned down, bracing his shoulder against the carpet and used his other hand to reach around to his anus. He felt it twitching slightly. He didn’t know if it was anticipation or if his body really wanted it. He pushed a finger in, groaning as he did so. It burned slightly but it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would.

He moved his finger in and out with the rhythm of his pumping hand. It’s as if the pleasure heightened. He wasn’t satisfied though. He wanted to know what exactly it felt like. He added a second finger, going faster and ignoring the slight pain that came with it. He could hear his anus making noises, very wet noises. He almost came undone at that moment. His release was inevitable.

Itachi continued to push himself. He felt tears pouring out of his face. It was too much! He cried out his uncle’s name and ejaculated again into the carpet. This time though, it was a mixture of sweat along with it. He decided to take all his clothes off since he figured out that any kind of sex was hot. He moved his hands away from himself, and continued to stare at the screen. The two men were holding each other in an intimate way before the movie ended. He stared down at his body, wondering would his uncle ever hold him in that way.

He took the DVD out and put it back in the case. He pushed it under his bed, deciding to organize it later before going to his adjacent bathroom. He really needed a shower. His uncle will be back tomorrow morning. He didn’t want to repulse him. He walked on shaky legs to the bathroom and didn’t hear his cracked door close to its original state.
Itachi fell asleep, content not realizing that his uncle was already home.

Madara couldn’t believe his eyes or ears. His own nephew desired him. He thought something was wrong with the boy since he didn’t have any friends and didn’t seem to be attracted to anything. He decided to treat him different than everyone since Itachi wanted to be normal. It was in everything the young teen did but at the moment he wasn’t so sure. He had just watch Itachi jerk himself off twice with his name coming out of those succulent lips.

It was one of the reasons why Madara was gone all the time. He thought of
Itachi in a way that no other uncle should do his nephew. He was absolutely beautiful in Madara’s eyes. Their eyes were almost identical but Itachi’s was a lighter shade. Instead of having black eyes like the rest of the family, it was a very dark gray. The true color could only be seen when the light shone in Itachi’s eyes. His black hair fell down to the middle of his back but he kept it in a ponytail. He had never cut it once from what Fugaku told him. His skin, unlike other Uchiha’s was slightly darker and a healthier color than the usual pale dead skin. He was very attractive. The only problem was his expressionless face.

Madara came back earlier than expected because Kisame called him and informed him of Itachi’s strange behavior. The boy wasn’t focused on school anymore. Currently, Madara knew why. He sighed, wiping his hand over his face. What was he going to do? He knew that Itachi desired him. Should he hold back like he has been doing or should he take him as his?

It was wrong. It was incest but temptation was hard to resist. Madara would confront Itachi about it tomorrow. This couldn’t go on. It just couldn’t. It was a good thing school was out tomorrow. He walked down the hall, knowing he probably wouldn’t get any sleep tonight. He might as well get some tea. He was going to need it to lessen the tension throughout his body.

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Itachi woke up the next morning feeling slightly better. He had an erection but he ignored it. His uncle should be here by now. It was close to nine o clock and his flight was to arrive at six this morning. He hurried up to dress; it was difficult because his penis wasn’t soft. He decided on baggy black pants and a dark red t-shirt. The pants would hide his obvious condition. He slipped on his slippers and calmly but quietly made his way downstairs. He always did this but it seemed as though his Uncle Madara always knew where he was.

He almost made it to the kitchen before his name was called.

“Itachi. Come here.” Madara called from the dining room.
Itachi sighed. It sounded like his uncle was upset about something. He walked into the room, seeing his uncle for the first time in two weeks. He always looked the same. His broad shoulders, strong chest, and tall legs always amazed him. He had a strong face, long spiky hair that reached his waist, lean fingers, deep obsidian eyes, thin but soft lips, and a confidence that spoke volumes. He was everything to Itachi.

“Yes, uncle?” he blinked.

Madara stared at him for a bit. “Sit down, brat.”

Itachi felt his mouth twitch but he remained impassive. He sat down like he was instructed to but his gaze remained on the older Uchiha.

“You’re school counselor contacted me yesterday about your behavior at school. Can you care to explain where your entire mind went?”

“I try my best.” He simply ignored it. He didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“Your teachers all sent a complaint that you’re more dismissive and you even made a mistake in class. If you don’t tell me right now, I will make sure you are punished accordingly.”

“I am human. Am I not allowed to make mistakes?” Itachi narrowed his eyes.

Madara sighed then. He closed his eyes and gave Itachi a disapproving stare. “I see. You won’t tell me. I already know.”

Itachi’s eyes widened slightly. It wasn’t really noticeable but since Madara could read people easily, he saw the reaction. “Know what?”

“Your obsession. Your dreams and your fantasies. You desire me.” Itachi’s eyes widened completely at the words coming out of his uncle’s mouth. “You wish to suck my cock, to ride it, for it to be within you.”

Itachi shook his head, closing his eyes hoping this was all some type of nightmare. “That isn’t true!”

“No? Why deny it? It’s written all over your face. You thought that I would never find out?” Madara moved closer to him. “I could tell you’re aroused just by seeing me. You think I don’t recognize lust? Here, let me show you an example.”

Madara moved quickly to him, pushing him out of the chair and against the wall. Itachi barely came up to his uncle’s chest and for some odd reason he could feel, an erection poking him. He gasped as a pink flush appeared on his face.

“You see brat? Lust can take over the body in multiple ways.” Madara wrapped his arm around his waist, staring down into dark gray eyes before smashing his lips on his nephew’s.

Itachi gasped, only making the kiss deeper as his uncle’s tongue slipped inside his mouth. He groaned at the feeling, his body relaxing against the older Uchiha’s hold. He couldn’t stop his hand from lifting and gripping his uncle’s shirt. It was too intense. The kiss that he dreamt of, the mouth of a man he desired on his. He clung to him desperately and finally started to kiss him back. He was a novice so he didn’t know if he was doing the right thing. Instead, he just followed Madara’s actions until they were both breathless.

They pulled apart and Madara reached down to cup his buttocks. He blushed at the feeling of the other’s hand cupping an intimate part on him. He was suddenly lifted, making his eyes widen in shock as his uncle carried him bridal style towards the stairs.

“Uncle?” he asked timidly.

Madara just glanced at him and then kissed him on the forehead. “I will make it better.”

Itachi clung to him. They shouldn’t be like this together. They shouldn’t want each other this much. Itachi realized that they were going to his uncle’s room. He not only felt fear but excitement as well. He was finally going to get what he wanted. He was going to be Madara’s.

Once they reached the bedroom, Madara laid him on the king sized bed. He looked down at him passionately before he climbed on top of him so their lips can connect again. Itachi wasn’t complaining, he wrapped his arms around his uncle’s neck refusing to let go. He didn’t want this moment to slip away. This could be the only time he could get to be with his uncle in such an intimate way.

He moaned when Madara palmed his erection. He immediately arched against the touch, wanting more pressure. He wanted more. He wanted the pleasure that he knew only his uncle could give him. He panted against the older Uchiha’s lips.

“More, uncle.”

Madara pulled away from him a bit before he said. “If you want more, there’s no turning back. You belong to me. No one else.”

“I know. I want it that way.” Itachi blushed.

He smirked. “Then I’ll give you more.”

Soon enough Itachi was stripped of his pants in only a few seconds. He was blushing like mad because he was embarrassed that his uncle was seeing him this way. He could see the way his uncle looked at him. He was looking at him like he was the last meal he’ll ever get. It almost brought tears to his eyes at the thought. Itachi never thought Madara would fill the same about him. His was quickly brought out of his thoughts when a mouth wrapped around his nipple.

He gasped at the feeling, never truly knowing that nipple could give someone pleasure to. His body tingled with unknown pleasure and his erection leaked with pre-cum already. It almost hurt but he was willing to endure it as long as he was with him. With the man of his dreams. He moaned lightly when his other nipple was fondled with two fingers. It copied the motion of the tongue that circled around his other nipple. He was at a loss of breath. It was so intense, that he thought he would choke. He concentrated on the pleasure coursing through his body. It was too good to be true.

He hissed in disappointment when the fingers disappeared but wasn’t upset when they appeared around his erection in a tight but soft grip. He almost lost it then. He moaned loudly when Madara began to pump his erection. It was felt so much better than his own hand. He felt like he was about to cum.

He moved his hips in rhythm, moaning and squirming against his uncle. “Ahhh! I c-can’t take it…ahhh.”

Madara stopped sucking and licking his nipple then and only concentrated on his erection. He felt him moving further down and before he could warn him he was cumming. A mouth quickly closed over his erection sucking the twitching member dry. He whimpered at the feeling, tears of pleasure escaping his eyes and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He closed his eyes in bliss.

“You taste a bit bitter. You should eat more fruit.” His uncle broke the silence.

Itachi’s flushed face only became a darker red. He opened his eyes to see his uncle starting to remove his clothes. When did he move off the bed? He didn’t know. He revealed a muscled chest and a hard abdomen that he worked hard to maintain. Itachi felt himself getting aroused again. It was fascinating to see his erection deflate only to go back up in seconds.

“Ready for more, Itachi?” Madara raised an eyebrow.

He could only nod, not trusting his voice. His body was still feeling a bit shaky after his release. He watched his uncle remove his pants, revealing his erection. Itachi felt excitement at the sight of it. Would that be able to fit? Could he pleasure him like he could in his dreams? He got up into crawling position, and moved over to his uncle. He wanted to touch it. To feel the smooth hardness in his hands so he could make sure it’s real.

He grasped it in his hand; the organ hardening even more, if that was possible. He pumped it once out of curiosity and looked up at his uncle’s face. Madara had a deviously handsome smirk on his face and his eyes were lidded with pleasure. “We have all the time in the world for you to explore but I want you on your back with your legs around my waist. I’ve waited too long for this.”

Itachi gulped. “Okay.” He went back to lying on the bed and spread his legs unashamed. The older Uchiha went into the closet and pulled out a small tube of lubricant. It was really small, and was probably considered the travel pack. He climbed in between Itachi’s legs like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“This might sting.”

Itachi nodded.

The cap was removed and the lubricant was squirted onto three fingers. His uncle rubbed it in some before commanding him to lift his knees so he could see his anus. Itachi watched nervously and took a deep breath to calm himself. He wanted this. He wanted his uncle ever since he met him. He would finally be his in a matter of minutes.

A finger entered his ring of muscles, forcibly but slowly. He squirmed at the weird feeling. His uncle’s hands were bigger than his. He closed his eyes as the finger went deeper and began to thrust in and out of his hole. It felt good but in a strange way. He could understand it. A second finger was added, leaving him breathless. This time it came with a burning pain of being stretched.

His uncle kissed him on his knee. “Take deep breaths.”

He did as he was told, blushing all the while. Even though he was in pain, his erection was still painfully hard and if his uncle didn’t do anything about it soon, he might go crazy. The burning sensation disappeared and once again the good but strange feeling came back. The fingers twirled in his anus, stretching him gently and slowly. His uncle knew how to make the pain much less. It wasn’t until the third finger entered him was when he choked out in pain. He gasped trying to move away from it but his uncle kept him still.

“Keep still. Squirming at this point only makes it worse.”

“I-It hurts.” Itachi cried out.

Madara glared at him. “Stay still, Itachi.”

Itachi nodded. It was the first time his uncle called him by his name without any malice in it. It felt good and made him forget the pain. After awhile the fingers were moving freely and smoothly within him. He was taken back when suddenly his Madara pushed the fingers into him with a force. He gasped in pleasure, not knowing what it was. He started to move against the harsh thrusts almost forgetting the pain altogether. It felt so good. He couldn’t control himself.

Soon the fingers disappeared all at once, making him whine in desperation. He heard the older Uchiha’s dark chuckle and felt something bigger at the opening of his anus. He opened his eyes to see his uncle’s erection about to enter him. He wanted to see it so he sat up a little on his elbows.

“Ready?”

“Y-Yes.” He wasn’t nervous anymore. He was excited knowing the pleasure would come.

He didn’t have to wait long because soon his uncle pushed all the way inside him without a moment of hesitation. He was stretched beyond his limit and tears were coming down his cheeks at the sharp pain he felt. The pain dissipated after a few seconds leaving a full feeling instead.

With a grunt, his uncle began to move within him and Itachi could only close his eyes at the feeling that overwhelmed him. He felt strange again and then with one particular thrust he was moaning out his pleasure. Madara gripped his hips in a tight grip, probably going to leave bruises afterwards. He almost cried out when the next thrust did the same thing, leaving his body a puddle of goo. He wanted more. He wanted his uncle to make him truly his.

He started moving against him once he got a hang of things almost stopping every few thrusts to catch his breath or let pleasure wash over him. His body shuddered uncontrollably, his legs and inner thighs were beginning to become sore, and his anus was giving him enough pleasure for his whole body. He gasped when the older Uchiha shifted and used one of his hands to grasp his erection to go in time with his thrusts. It was like an explosion.

“U-Uncle! I-I…I can’t…ahhhhh.” He came hard against himself and his uncle’s chest. He was so lost that he didn’t feel the twitching or the hot liquid shooting inside him.

His uncle collapsed, pulling out and rolling them over so he could breathe properly. Itachi laid his head on Madara’s broad chest in delight. It was just like the last movie he watched with the couple holding each other. He lazily climbed up a bit to kiss him under the chin and fell asleep seconds after.

Madara stared down at his sleeping nephew with surprise. His nephew just confessed that he loved him right before he fell asleep. He kissed the boy’s forehead and tightened his arms around him. It was so wrong but he would gladly be wrong to feel right.