You are one of God's mistakes

D o w n T h a t H i l l

It was Friday morning, and tonight Sasuke would come home. Itachi wasn't overjoyed by the fact that Sasuke was coming home, but that also meant that Sannin Naruto was coming home.

The two last days had felt very empty, for some reason. He had had nothing to do, really. He finished his homework in seconds, and he had spent much time proof-reading and correcting even the most insignificant homework.

He hadn't been in Sasuke's room once, and it felt odd to spend so much with his spiders.

When he first bought the eight-legged animals, he had spent ridiculously much time with them, letting them climb over his body and in his hair. It had been so satisfying to put them in Sasuke's room and then in the evening hear a terrified scream from his little brother's room.

He stretched discreetly before climbing out of his car, closing the door and locking it. He took long, graceful steps over the parking lot, not bothering to wave back to a few girls that waved to him.

He walked soundlessly through the corridors until he reached the right classroom. It was half-filled, as it always was when Itachi arrived. He didn't want to arrive first, because that would make him a geek; and he didn't want to arrive last either, because that meant that he would attract attention.

As he sat down and waited for the class to begin, he found himself thinking of Naruto. Again. Somehow, the boy had forced himself into Itachi's mind and seemed to like it there. Now, Itachi had tried to think of something else, he really did, but it hadn't worked once.

When the teacher arrived, the class finally calmed down, but the chattering didn't all disappear. In fact, the idiot, two rows behind Itachi, were still mumbling.

"Okay, class. As you all know there's only two months before you have to hand in the – assignment, and I expect your project to be perfect."

Itachi almost scowled, the corners of his mouth barely pointing down. Two months was a short time.

"Jeez, old man!" Some idiot rumbled happily. Itachi fought the urge to roll his eyes. "We've got a lot of time!"

The professor certainly did not agree, and Itachi smirked as the moron got detention for interrupting the class.

UAUAUA

Sasuke grunted. He really wasn't made for sleeping in tents. Kiba had been sleeping on his arm, and he couldn't feel his hand. He made sure to pinch the brunet harshly before climbing out of the tent. At least the pain prevented him from getting a morning erection, and he was grateful for that.

Kiba only shifted a little from having been pinched, but it didn't bother Sasuke. Shino wasn't there, meaning that the more mature brunet was already awake and probably taking a shower or something alike.

Sasuke had spent yesterday's night with Shino, Kiba, Sakura and Ino. Hinata had been with some other girls, and Sasuke wished that she could have been with them instead.

It seemed that his absence hadn't been unnoticed, for Kiba and Sakura spent almost an hour trying to get him to tell them where he had been. It was only because Kiba had been pulling his hair that he told them that he had gone ice skating with Naruto.

Oh, how he regretted that he told them. Ino and Sakura didn't make much of a deal of it, but they seemed a little curious as to why he, Uchiha Sasuke, would like to hang out with the blonde whose name always was forgotten.

Kiba was worse than the girls, teasing him and jumping into conclusions. Shino only gave him a faint smirk before saying something cynical that Sasuke really couldn't hear.

So, to say that yesterday night had been pleasant would be a lie. But it had been a good day, and learning Naruto how to skate had been worth the teasing.

He made his way over the camp, only acknowledging Shino as they walked past each other. Sasuke ignored the girl who giggled her greetings to him, only shrugging as a teacher that asked him if he had seen another student. He wasn't in a crappy mood, but he certainly didn't have time for them.

During the three mornings he had woken up here with Kiba and Shino, he had arrived to the bathroom at the same time, and he had met Naruto each morning. Only one of the mornings had other people been there, showering before they prepared to go to another museum.

Today they were all going on a concert. Sasuke wasn't one for classical music, but he could easily endure it for an hour or two. His grandfather had always played classical music to him when he and Itachi were younger and their grandparents babysat them.

He opened the door to the red building, stepping inside to find only Naruto there. Two or maybe three showers were running, telling that a few more people were there too. Sasuke had showered before he went to bed, so he wouldn't have to do that this morning.

Naruto's hair was wet, meaning that he had had a shower; Sasuke walked up to the mirrors and stopped a few meters away from the blonde. He unpacked his hair straightener and the blueish gel on the counter and plugged in the flattener.

He glanced over at Naruto, who was brushing his teeth. He gave the blonde a weak smile, but it went unnoticed. He cleared his throat discreetly. "Good morning. Naruto," he added the blonde's name thoughtfully, as if he was unsure if he could use it or not.

Naruto looked back at him, spitting out some foam before looking back. "Good morning, Sasuke-san." Naruto sounded very carefree. Sasuke wanted to be able to sound like that too, but he always ended up sounding arrogant.

"You look…well, you don't look tired." Sasuke felt a little lame, but it was the truth. His mother said that honesty was important.

Naruto cleaned his toothbrush and drank some water before answering. He gave Sasuke a hesitant smile. "Yes, Gaara-kun didn't keep me up all night." Seeing Sasuke's confusion, the blonde continued. "Gaara-kun has insomnia, so I've been up with him all these nights."

"I see."

"Not that I mind, though!"

Sasuke raised a brow at the blonde's sudden change of tone, but didn't comment it. He started fixing his hair, unnecessarily slow. Naruto didn't spare him another glance, and Sasuke didn't know whether to feel offended or appreciate it.

"Yo!"

Sasuke almost dropped the flattener, but managed to keep his cool very well, as always. He glared at Kiba's mirror reflection as the brunet walked up behind him. "Moron," he muttered.

"Oh, shut it, Ice Prince." Kiba made a grimace, as if trying to hold in his laughter when he looked over at the blonde, who was still brushing his teeth carefully. "What's up, Na…Naruko, was it?"

The blonde looked slightly terrified as Kiba grinned big to him, flashing white teeth. Sasuke rolled his eyes. He hated pathetic people, he really did, but for some idiotic reason he found that Naruto needed some…assistance.

"It's Naruto, Kiba. You moron, I'm surprised that you even remember your own name."

"Oi! Uncalled for!" Kiba barked before heading to the showers. Sasuke didn't even bother to roll his eyes as he glared after the loud brunet. Sasuke turned to look over at Naruto, a light smile on his lips.

But instead of being met by a grateful grin, as he had expected along with a quiet 'thank you'; he was met by a fierce look. Naruto's glare was weak, and it was more shocking than hurtful. The blonde gave Sasuke a small nod before leaving.

Sasuke stared after Naruto, wondering what the hell he had done wrong.

UAUAUA

Around seven o'clock Naruto entered his home. He was met by such a horrible stench that he wondered if someone had died in the living room.

Using his index finger and thumb to clench his nose, he walked inside the kitchen. There was no note or anything that could possibly tell Naruto if his guardian was at home or not. "O-Orochimaru?" He stuttered out. What if he was disturbing? Should he come back later?

His questions were answered when Orochimaru stepped out in front of him, leaning against the doorframe. Naruto unconsciously took a step back, his heel hitting the table. "So you're home."

Orochimaru didn't wear his usual smug expression – instead he looked tired and worn. It was as if his age had finally caught up with him. The ashen-skinned man gave a vague smirk, before he spoke in his hoarse and calm voice.

"What makes you think that you're welcome here, Naruto-kun? Do you believe that you can come and go as you want?" Orochimaru took a few steps closer, reaching out his hands. "Do you believe that you can live here without giving something back? Do you, really?"

"No," Naruto whimpered. He shut his eyes as he felt Orochimaru's cold hands taking a firm grip on the collar of his jacket. "I'm sorry; I'm sorry, so s-sorry…"

Orochimaru snorted. "That's pathetic, Naruto-kun. I know you can beg better. I raised you, after all. Beg."

"I-I'm really sorry, Orochimaru-sama. I didn't mean to–"

"You didn't mean to what? Disappear for a few days and then come back home and pretend that everything is fine? I'll tell you something, Naruto-kun." Orochimaru gave a weak chuckle. "IT. IS. NOT. FINE!"

Naruto gave a small sound as Orochimaru raised his hand. The slap seemed to echo in the silent, nearly empty and impersonal kitchen. The next slap seemed to bounce around on the faded mint walls. And the next slap died out quickly because Orochimaru ripped off Naruto's jacket.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down harshly and buttons being ripped off filled the room. Naruto bit his tongue to prevent any kind of sounds escaping his throat. Orochimaru trailed his long fingers through Naruto's hair. It wasn't a harsh movement; it actually felt kind of good as the grown man massaged his scalp gently with spider-like hands. But at the same time, it made Naruto want to shave off all of his hair.

"Bend over, Naruto-kun."

The blonde obeyed, bending over and leaning his upper body against the counter. He inhaled deeply through his nose, not daring to open his mouth. He could hear Orochimaru panting behind him, into his ear. The hot breath of Orochimaru's against his skin would always be there, just like a tattoo.

Naruto shuddered at the feeling of Orochimaru's hands parting his ass cheeks. He knew that his guardian didn't do this because he wanted to, or because he was horny. Orochimaru was much deeper than that – he wanted Naruto to understand that he had done wrong; he wanted to discipline his son.

When Orochimaru entered him, Naruto gave a meek cry, a whimper of sorts. Orochimaru's hands were now warm on his hips, holding a firm grip on his hipbones.

Bruises. Marks.

There would be purple and blue bruises on his hips and thighs when Orochimaru had taught him this lesson.

Naruto had to bite back the sudden urge to vomit as Orochimaru pulled out, only to thrust back inside harshly. The blonde focused on his breathing, not on the pain inside of him or on his hips.

"How…does it feel now…Naruto-kun?" Orochimaru breathed hotly on his neck, bringing out his long tongue to lap a part of his exposed skin. "It feels…good…doesn't it? Because you know…ahh…that you deserve this."

Naruto nodded fiercely, knowing that it was true. He should have asked Orochimaru to call him in sick or something instead of going to that trip. But then again, that might have been suspicious, and Orochimaru needed Naruto be average in everything.

"Say that you…deserve this," Orochimaru groaned. Naruto nodded, tears behind his closed eyelids. His fingers were trembling and his insides were aching, he could barely hold back the screams. "Say it!"

Naruto inhaled dramatically, his throat thick with sobs. "I…I deserve this…I deserve this!" He repeated it until Orochimaru finally released inside of him. The uncomfortable feeling of being filled didn't bother Naruto as much as the fact that the liquid would drip down on his bruised thighs.

"Good boy." Orochimaru pulled up his pants, a little bit out of breath. After all, he hadn't fucked Naruto in awhile, and that was about all exercise he got, seeing as his work was too attention craving for any other kind of activity. "Now…Be a good boy and spread your legs a little."

Naruto obeyed, parting his legs as much as he could with his jeans still around his ankles. Orochimaru crouched, his pink tongue peeking out of its cave. Naruto let out a hiss when he felt his guardian's tongue running up the inside of his thigh. In a way, it would probably have been very sensual to clean off your lover with your tongue, but not in this case. Not when your lover was a grown-up man – a doctor – and he was supposed to be your father.

Naruto swallowed everything he wanted to scream, every curse and moan. He would save it for the day Orochimaru died. Then he would be able to rest in peace.

But, for now, he was going to stay silent and let Orochimaru lick the insides of his thighs.

To Be Continued

A/N: Yeah. An update. I feel good. It's around midnight right now, so I haven't proof-read it. Spot any errors and you tell me, yes? =) Thank you for reading! Please review!