Alright, so this time let's try to actually include the main characters of the story. . . I get so caught up with my side characters(: My apologies. SasoDei is actually my 2nd favorite pairing from Naruto and I'm considering doing a fic featuring them (Not a sequel to this, unrelated) in the near future. . . But I am commited to finishing this fic.

On a side note, in regards to this chapter, I kind of felt like I needed to make clear; Orochimaru seemed the best character to be the main antagonist in this story, but that's not to say I don't really enjoy his character in the manga and anime (After all, he is one of the only Scorpio characters, like me. . . Also Sasori, of course, he is represented by the scorpion. . . We are a somber bunch to say the least lol, but I do at least try to keep upbeat). Anyway, the point is I do really like Orochimaru's personality and character, but I will do my best to portray him in a bad light for the sake of this story. . . Also, as his character has no definitive last name in the series, I have provided him with a random one. Happy reading(:

Zabuza's internal clock woke him up less than a half hour after they had fallen asleep. Haku's head was still resting on his shoulder, his mouth loosely open in an 'o' shape, his eyes heavily lashed. He made tiny murmuring noises when he breathed, much to Zabuza's pleasure. His voice was so lovely and breathy. He shifted, lifting the boy off him and laying his limp body on the sofa, leaving him there to finish out his nap. He stared down at him for several moments, feeling a sort of tingle travel up his spine at the gorgeous specimen of a person laying beneath him.

Imagine, Zabuza Momochi the completely cruel, cold-blooded, and emotionally detached assassin had fallen for someone who could easily be described as a lamb. Fallen so hard that instead of taking the low road like he had at all other points in his life, he seemed to have doomed himself to a perpetual state of sexual tension. . . What a fucking state of affairs, he thought with half amusement, half annoyance. He let his eyes drift over the boy again, trying not to make mental notes of every section of Haku's body as if he were a used car in a lot that the man was considering purchasing.

Nice, classic face with big doe eyes and pretty, pouty lips. A long, elegant neck leading into slender shoulders and arms, followed by a lean torso. . . Hipbones that drive the man crazy with with thoughts of nibbling, licking or toying with them. Lithe thighs which he already knew were perfect for wrapping around him like a vice. He groaned quietly, grabbing a blanket off the arm of the sofa and throwing it haphazardly over the boy, to hide the sensual body that was ailing him.

To distract himself, he stalked over to the large bookcase which held the albums full of Haku's photographs. He plucked one off the shelf, took a seat in the armchair and began to thumb through it. . .

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Orochimaru let his gaze slide across the enormous and heavily ornated room, pleased with his life's work. The bedroom and what he often thought of as his harem had dark wood flooring, a tremendous canopy bed draped in silk jewel tones, and large fluffy pillows. He had state-of-the-art electronics, the latest model of television, which was currently tucked away in the large entertainment center bureau, the doors snapped tightly shut. He wasn't big on television, but it was part of his job to keep up with the news and the goings-on of the country. Expensive works of art were placed tastefully around the room, and in fact every room of the house. He had a pool (in a very discreet and impressive grotto), a sauna, an immaculate marble kitchen, a wraparound porch with voluminous columnns holding it up wrapping around his romantic, Victorian home. But what pleased him nearly as much as the material worth of his possesions were the steamy and seductive toys, as he often thought of them, that lived with him and served him in every way imaginable.

He had taken up the habit of collecting pretty boys the same way people got interested in collecting antique stamps or interesting postcards. There was just something so gratifiying about having someone openly and submissively obey your every whim. He housed them, clothed them, and paid them lavishly and in return they provided him with what he had always wanted - Accomodating and malleable young partners in which he could perform any act he could dream up, or have anything done for him, sexual or not.

Letting the thought sink in with a wicked grin, he let his hand slide over the perky ass currently contained in tight shorts of one of his particular favorites.

"Good morning, sir." The resolute and serious Ukon, so different from his rebellious and feisty twin, Sakon but both equally delicious in the snake's eyes. The young twin glanced back at his master with a conceited but questioning smile. "Is there. . . Something you wanted?"

"Not particularly." He answered, stretching leisurely, laying in his usual spot on his bed, though leaving enough room for the boy the join him. As expected, Ukon slithered down onto the mattress and began drawing sensuous little circles over the man's chest with his finger. "I'm just. . . Considering."

"Considering what?"

"Considering a new. . . Addition to my lovely home of vibrant, virile little nymphs."

Jealousy was not an emotion tolerated at this home, and wasn't something that made sense in Ukon's logical mind anyway. He truly did want his master to be pleased and stay pleased, and if another option of pleasure was available to him, he was more than open to the idea. Tiring as it was, only he, his brother, and one other (Kabuto Yakushi) were permanent fixtures to this place. Any other boys that drifted in had been "let go" as Orochimaru put it. If they caused a fuss, they were slaughtered. But most of them were fine with it, happy to have made such a copious paycheck for the endeavor. Ukon assumed the snake had found flaws with these who had been 'let go', but he never did dwell on it. As long as the three of them remained in the man's favor, nothing else mattered.

He, and his brother had been inducted into this house of sin shortly after Kabuto had, and they were all friendly with each other, despite frequently having sex with the same man, often two, sometimes three at a time. They did all sincerely have fondness for the snake, but it wasn't as if any of them toyed with the notion of romanticism or monogamy. They were there to meet Orochimaru's needs, whatever they may have been, and cattiness, envy, or greed wasn't something that occured to them. They were all different in their ways, Ukon with his quiet and acquiescent way, Sakon with his bold and immodest defiance, and Kabuto was so smart and self-assured, he always knew just what to say and what to do.

"What sort of addition?" He inquired thoughtfully, beginning to replace the finger circles with soft kisses, trailing over the man's chest, neck, and shoulders.

"I met him awhile ago. . . I've been waiting for him to. . . Develop." He explained. "A very. . . Pristine type."

"Go on." He offered, but was pleased when the man's arousal began to show.

"He's quite the little. . . Lamb." Orochimaru eerily used the same term Zabuza had been thinking just a few hours before. "I have been watching. . . And waiting. He will be perfect. Just like you." He added, lifting his hips to allow the boy to slide his pants down and toss them off somewhere behind them.

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When Haku awoke an hour or so later, he breathed a sigh of contentment before using his hand to brush his silky hair back away from his face. Zabuza looked up from the photo album, his gaze fixed on Haku, who offered him a sweet, sheepish smile.

"Sorry." He expressed, and stifled a yawn. He rubbed his eyes slowly, then shifted, slinging his legs over the arm of the sofa, stretching lazily. "It came over me so suddenly, and I was so sleepy."

"It's fine. I rather enjoyed watching you." The assassin admitted, immensely enjoying Haku's light blush. "And of course, it did give me time to look over a few of these books."

"Oh!" Haku gasped, realizing what he was holding. He bounced up, and scrambled over, presumptuously plopping himself in the man's lap. "My photos!" He exclaimed happily. "Do you like them?"

"I love them." He replied honestly. "You're so talented, Haku." Beaming like a child who had been praised by an indulgent adult, the dark-eyed teen layed a smacking kiss on the man's cheek.

"That's so nice of you to say, Zabuza, but I'm just an amateur, really. I need a lot more practice." He said shyly. He glanced down at the page Zabuza was currently looking at. "These are some of the more recent ones I've taken."

Zabuza watched his face while the teen became lost in his thoughts, revolving around his photos. . . Where they had been taken, how they had been taken. . . He watched the sublime face grow stormy and conflicted almost as if the boy was trying hard to remember. His lips pursed, his brows furrowed together, he looked more adorable than usual.

Haku gasped, startled when Zabuza shut the book with a snap and stood, letting it fall to the chair, but taking Haku's body with him. His mouth was covered by the man's, who only stopped drugging him with slow, hot kisses long enough to speak. "I see and hear you in my sleep, in my dreams. I ache for you, even when I'm with you." He kissed the teen roughly, with too much passion, traces of anger and frustration. His hands cupped the pretty face while his mouth plundered. "God, you're sweet." He murmured, letting his mouth roam from the lips to the cheeks to the ears, breathing in the scent of his hair.

Haku tilted his face up, embracing the warm caresses and strokes, and felt the man press him against the wall. The older man caged his angel's hips with his own strong thighs, his teeth nipping and nibbling on the soft mouth, his tongue slipping between them.

"Ah, Zabuza. . ." He let out a soft noise, part alarm and part delight as he was brutally and delightfully used. "This is wonderful, but. . ." He trailed off and tried to clear his head but his lover's mouth skimmed back to his.

"But?"

"But. . . I think. . . We should. . . Maybe hold off on this kind of stuff for awhile." He stuttered through the words, blushing when Zabuza's lips left him and the man leaned back, giving him a questioning look. "You know. . . I think you were right. We just aren't ready for sex yet, and this kind of stuff is just too much for me when I know it isn't leading to anything."

Zabuza immediately set the boy's body down on his feet, and gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead. "If that's what you want. I understand."

"Really?" Haku asked with some hesitance. "I mean. . . I love this part of our relationship. It's really. . . Intense." He bit his lower lip thoughtfully, his hands wringing together nervously. "But. . . Maybe for the next little while, we can. . . Get to know each other more." He suggested. Zabuza smiled a little, despite the slight sinking feeling in his stomach. Great, more sexual frustration.

"I'm completely fine with that." And with that, he leaned down and brushed a light kiss over the boy's lips. "What would you like to talk about?"

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Kisame lay quiet, still steeped in the warm afterglow of his weasel. The scent of Itachi's skin, heated with passion, rose up and mingled with the fragrance of floral candles in the air. He hummed in his throat and turned his face into the neck of his lover, which was still sheened with sweat and heat. "Good sex." He declared, not moving his body off the willowy body beneath him.

"Always." Itachi replied quietly, his arms roping up to hold the shark tightly and possessively.

They were both silent for a few minutes before Kisame spoke. "I am sorry, baby. We need to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about." The eldest Uchiha reminded him. "So I wanted you to come over last night, and you didn't. Nothing new. It's not a big deal."

"I mean about Haku."

"Well, you know what happened with that." Ita said briskly. Kisa rolled off him, but snuggled their bodies together.

"Meaning. . . ?"

"Meaning your brother is friends with my brother." He said simply.

Kisame frowned, thinking for a minute. "What does that have to do with anything?" He asked, a little surprised when Ita chuckled.

"Isn't it obvious? He saw us from inside, and he thought I was Sasuke. It has happened a lot of times. I guess as Sasuke has gotten older, his looks are favoring me more and more. It must make him pretty angry." He finished, shaking his head. Kisa frowned, he knew the subject of the raven was painful for his lover.

"I'm sorry." He repeated.

"I miss him." He admitted, thinking of his young brother. They had been so close, always, despite the 7 year age gap. "I. . ." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I didn't want it to be like this. After they died. . . He will never forgive me."

"You didn't do anything wrong, Ita." Kisame promised him, hugging him tightly. "It was an accident, unavoidable. You didn't know what was going to happen. You know that."

It was true, it hadn't been his fault, but that didn't change the fact that the raven believed it was. . .

He couldn't stop the assault of painful memories on his mind and willed them to go away but it didn't work, as it never did.

Itachi had been 19 when they had been killed, Sasuke 12. 19 was an age filled with partying and experimentation and craziness (If Deidara was any indication), so when Mikoto and Fugaku went out of town for one Fugaku's business trips, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Ita to get talked into (By who else but his chum, Kakashi Hatake) throwing one of his legendary parties at the Uchiha manor. It was a far cry from a detailed, organized soiree, one of those snowballing parties that friends of friends of friends somehow get invited to, and attend. There had easily been 65 people scattered in and throughout the mansion, unbearably loud music, drugs and alcohol being passed around as casually as slices of pizza. Itachi remembered tucking Sasuke into bed before the party, instructing him sternly to lock his bedroom door and not open it until morning. Sasuke had looked a little concerned, but had obeyed, as he had always obeyed his big brother.

Ita had been panicked to say the least, although his prideful stoic manner had disguised it well. Kakashi, of course, had recognized it and assured the weasel everything was fine, not to worry, this was totally normal for a party.

So many people, milling in and out. On every floor and in every room of the house. Having sex in the bedrooms, smoking weed in the bathroom, he could vaguely remember someone baking something in the kitchen, which had turned out to be basically a culinary abortion.

At the trial for the murders of Fugaku and Mikoto, the supects had been Itachi's age, had attended the party. They had been amazed at being presented with more riches than they had ever seen in their lifes, had even hocked a few items before leaving the party. Unnoticable things like a silver candleholder set, a white gold diamond bracelet. . . But the locked safe in a back bedroom of the house had driven them mad with desire. If the rich bastards kept such expensive shit just laying around the house like idiots, imagine what kind of stuff needed to be kept in a safe.

Only a few weeks after the party (which had required the house to be frantically scrubbed clean and repaired by he, Kakashi, and Iruka before his parents came home), the two punks had broken in, in the dead of night with what they considered a detailed burglary plan. Of course, they were as amateur as they had come, and had made more than enough noise to wake the sleeping couple, Itachi himself and the young Sasuke. When the adults had gone down to check on what was going on, the criminals had panicked, sloppily shooting their handguns into the owners of the home. Panicked, they had fled the scene, and the bodies of their dead parents had been discovered by the two remaining Uchiha's.

Itachi remembered Sasuke's haunted eyes, and that no tears had formed. Neither of them had any idea that the killers had anything to do with the party, until the trial. . . At that point in time, Itachi remembered glancing over at his younger brother, the one remaining family member he had and had been utterly shocked at the look of pure and unadulterated hatred and loathing. There was no need for either of them to speak, the words didn't need to be said. They were clear as day in the young Uchiha's eyes- I blame you.

Since then, their relationship had been more than strained. Since Sasuke had been so young, and Itachi old enough to take care of him, he had continued to raise him, and take care of him. Of course, in the 5 years that followed, even being the boy's legal guardian, he could count the number of words Sasuke had spoken to him on both hands. He had been a bitter, resentful teen. . . Until that blonde had started coming around. Itachi was no idiot, it was easy to tell the raven had strong feelings for him. And only a few months after they had began dating, the raven had moved out. Just like that. It hadn't been a surprise to Itachi, but the loneliness and pain had felt had only been able to be soothed by one person- the man he was currently lazing in bed with.

"Yes." He whispered. "But he doesn't. And he never will. I will never have a relationship with my younger brother as you have with yours."

"Itachi, it's-"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." So they didn't.

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"I take it really. . . Seriously." Deidara finished, licking the spoon seductively before letting it drop back into the bowl. Ha, as different as Sasori was from any other guy he had spent time with, he was no exception as far as one thing went. He wasn't immune to the powerful sexual prowess the blonde was so talented at emitting. When Sasori didn't speak for a moment, just stared in a sort of bewilderment, Deidara smiled sweetly. "Something wrong?"

Sasori scoffed, angry that the teen's obvious flirtations had affected him so blatantly. "I'm just kind of disgusted at the thought."

"That's too bad, un." He retorted. He couldn't believe he was acting this way to the crazy sexy Sasori Akasuna! Sure, he was confident in his sexiness but jeez, his heart was basically threatening to beat itself out of his chest. "I'm, uh. . . Pretty sure, though. . . That I can change your mind."

The scorpion considered for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow. "Nice try, you hormonal little slut. You're just going to have to take a break from getting pounded by every male within a 5-mile range of you." He leaned forward, capturing the wide, blue orbs with his own copper ones. "Like I said, if another guys even touches you, he's as good as dead."

Deidara looked visibly surprised, a wing of bright hair falling to wing over one eye. ". . . Un. . . You're not going to have sex with me? But you don't want anyone else to?"

"Are you having trouble understanding me? Do I need to repeat it in a way that you will understand, you spoiled valley girl wannabe?" He hissed, his eyes narrowed.

"No. I understand." He answered, feeling sweat threaten to prick out all over his skin. Oh God, it was so hot the way Sasori bossed him around! "So, is this, like. . . A long-term thing or. . .?" He practically breathed out. He, once again, felt like he was captured by the redhead's gaze, and was surprised he could even speak.

Sasori gave him a withering look before scoffing again. "Just eat and don't worry about what I'm going to do with you." He said casually.

"Easy for you to say." Deidara retored, but did what he was told, nonetheless.

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In a manor similar to the one Ita had been living in, far across town, Orochimaru was sitting at his kitchen table with what he considered 'hired help' - A hitman, in layman's terms, ironically enough, the same profession that Zabuza lent his hand to. He layed out his files and documents on the table, pushing them over to the man, who glanced up at him with beady, evil eyes.

"You want the Hoshigaki brat? The senator's son?" He questioned incredulously. The snake gave him a poisonous smile.

"I will have the senator's son. And you will get him for me. He will never be traced back to here. And then he will be mine." Orochimaru chuckled, thinking only of porcelain skin and bright, heavily lashed eyes.

Shaking his head slightly, the hit man gave him a dollar amount.

So I tried to get a little bit of everything in there, and I was pretty happy to be able to make reference to Sakon and Ukon, who I still consider to be 2 of the most interesting characters in the anime. Very cool, what with the body inhabiting and all that.

Hopefully everyone likes this chapter better than the last one. Review, as always!