"Wow. Holey shit this is insane!" Itachi looked around the penthouse in full amazement. It almost looked like a glasshouse with all the windows paned around it. The florescent light shining in, from the few stained-glass windows in the corners.
"You think so?" Madara questioned fully proud of how he has a big affect on his nephew. Itachi walked all around the penthouse not leaving a door unopened. He finally reached the bedroom door and practically freaked out. "This is your fucking bedroom? This is the size of my house!" he exaggerated.
The walls were painted a dark wooden brown which matched with the furniture and floor. Itachi completely lost his cool and rushed over to the bed and jumped in it. Practically being sucked in by the beds fluffy-ness. The blankets embracing him causing him to sigh like he had come home from a hard days work. "You like?" Madara asked cunningly as he made his way to the bed. Itachi smiled and nodded like a little kid who just found the perfect stuffed animal.
Madara loved it when Itachi acted like a kid. It made him happy. Seeming how the first time he had met him he acted like a stuck up snotty teenager. Madara shook off the thought and slowly made his way to Itachi. "I waited for you to go in here. I wanted you to be familiar with my bedroom." He spoke softly with seduction slowly filling his voice... "Itachi your innocence drives me crazy. It makes me want you more when you look so vulnerable." The elder admitted. Itachi blushed and turned his face into the pillows.
Madara took that as an 'ok' and he leaned in and nibbled on Itachi's neck making the younger boy moan. Madara couldn't help himself he needed him now. He grinded his hips with Itachi's, receiving another moan from him followed by panting. "s-stop." Itachi managed to get out behind the moaning. Madara obeyed and stopped looking at him with wondering eyes.
"Madara. I'm sorry." Itachi spoke as if something was caught in his throat. "About what? Madara questioned. "I can't do this." The words rushed through Madara's head echoing over and over. "w-what are you saying?" Madara stammered. "You are my uncle Madara. This is a sick sin. We can't anymore." Itachi insisted while pushing the man off of him.
"What? That didn't matter before! What's the sudden change of mind Itachi? We don't have to tell anybody. Please don't do this." He pleaded. Itachi looked away from him which caused more pain to rush through him. "I'm going home." He said softly. He walked out of the room. Leaving Madara in his bed. Speechless.
"Kisame can you come pick me up?" Itachi questioned. Kisame said yes and that was followed by Itachi telling him the address and hanging up the phone. Placing the electronic into his pocket Itachi sighed and sat down on the bench next to him. He lifted his head and looked to the sky. It was a mix of pink and orange splotched with fluffy clouds.
Itachi sighed as he watched the sunset while waiting for his friend. He needed a night at the bar. No Madara. He couldn't keep this relationship going. Seeming how it was his uncle. But it was hard. And he just made it worse. He should have just made Madara hate him. That would be much easier. Madara will end up trying to get him back