Warnings: This is Mature and I intend to stretch that rating as far as it will go. Needless to say, I don't need kids reading my fic. Also this is yaoi. So if you continue reading, it's of your own discretion.
Disclaimer: The world should be glad that I'm not the owner of Naruto. At least under Kishimoto Masashi kids are able to watch the anime.
Silky, golden strands danced in his palm
Silky, golden strands danced in his palm. Quiet surrounded the figures, only disturbed by the whisper of air escaping from the plump pink petals of the creature's lips with a small hiccup thrown in occasionally here and there. Long pale fingers gently traced the three scars that littered the soft cheeks.
How long had it been since he'd first met the boy? The tiny angel that slumbered peacefully beside him, so full of innocence and so naïve, he could still see when he'd first laid eyes on his petite frame. Time stood still once crystalline eyes landed on his. So nervous, the small child's brow was furrowed in concentration so that he didn't fumble any of the procedures. So endearing, even now the memory still managed to pluck at his heartstrings. The little orphan had no knowledge of the real world. He was pure…was.
That all changed after he'd gotten his hands on him. His little angel wanted to learn; he was just unfortunate to get him as a teacher. He'd shown him how the world really worked. Immersed the angel in sin so thick and dark that not even God could find the light. But his boy was special. He didn't become tainted with the black sludge that surrounded him, the forced itself in him. No, he stood resiliently against the shadows and shown, still, like a beacon.
Even now, even after he'd just been with him, with his fingers tracing his taut stomach and smooth thighs, his innocence still clung to him like a force field, repelling all sin from the boy's body. He'd never give him up. He was his addiction, his drug. The boy was as potent as heroine and didn't even know it.
How many fought for just a glimpse, a sign of acknowledgment from the tiny angel? And yet, he had it all. The boy belonged to him; he was his to own from his body to his very soul. He controlled every action, each response taught by his teachings, every feeling given to him, feed to him byhim. His only, only his.
But none of that mattered right now. He was about to send off his most precious possession to filthy dogs unfit for his excrement. But it had to be done. Politics was never to be undermined, and he still wasn't powerful enough to effectively overpower the Uchiha clan. They demanded something worth their money and troops. So he gave his only treasure, to be safeguarded until his campaign was over.
He brushed back the soft blond bangs and gently touched his lips to the smooth forehead. He'd miss his angel. The addicting smell, the taste, the feel. Oh yes, he'd most definitely miss his addiction, his drug. But it was worth it; he'd have him back. And he'd be powerful. More powerful than any being ever hopped to be, and when that time comes he'll come back for him. Together they'll rule over everything. Oh yes.
"Don't worry Naruto, my angel, this separation is only temporary. I'll get you back."
And with one last look towards the sleeping boy, one last taste of his swollen lips he rose from the bed and dressed. Walking out the heavy oak door, he didn't look back. Instead he merely whispered
"Goodbye Naru-kun. I'll see you later."
And with that, Orochimaru stole down the vast maze of hallways and disappeared in the cool October night vanishing into the night.
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