A/N:Hello people! I apologize for this being so ridiculously late. Seriously, I am really sorry. I was having some school issues -coughfailingbiologycough- and yeah... Anyways, I hope you lovely people like this chapter. If anything at all seems off feel free to let me know. It was about two in the morning when I wrote about a third of this, and I'm pretty sure i fixed any mistakes. Either way, I hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter warnings:Well, something finally happens, but nothing too graphic. In my opinion anyways. This chapter would probably be about PG-13 or somewhere around there so yeah. Just read and enjoy. XD

When Kabuto awoke the next morning, he felt no better than he had the night before. If anything, he felt worse. As the night had passed by, the events of yesterday had gotten a chance to fully sink in, along with newly admitted feelings.

In Kabutos' eyes it was all one huge mess he had practically skipped into. He had let his guard down, grown attached to another human. Now he was paying for it. Mentally the boy was a wreck, as emotions that had been kept under lock and key were unleashed for, probably, the first time in years. Some familiar, distant memories in his mind, passing flashes of his childhood. There was one emotion, however, that was an altogether new experience for him. It was unfamiliar, and frightening, something any normal person would have recognized easily. Something someone such as Kabuto would never fully understand. Guilt.

Of course these unfamiliar emotion, mixed in with interfering logic only caused more problems. He was lost in a world of his own. His attention span in class throughout the day was practically nonexistent. Repeatedly, teachers had been forced into yelling his name, and even then they could only get a one word answer from the boy before he drifted off yet again. No one seemed to notice, though. After all, the boy had always been rather calm and antisocially quiet. To anyone on the outside he really didn't seem all that different from average.

The silver haired teen was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't notice that he was approaching his last class of the day until he was standing only a few feet from the classroom doorway. In all honesty, Kabuto wanted to do just about anything other than walk into that classroom. But, being the person he was, he simply composed himself and walked in as though nothing at all was different from usual. The only real hint that anything was amiss in the first place was the way the boy went straight to his desk, averting his gaze from his golden eyed teacher. Normally the two would at least nod to each other, a simple gesture of acknowledgment.

The teenage boy simply sat down, andkept his gaze concentrated on the notes in front of him as class started, allowing his silver bangs to somewhat hide any leaking emotion that might seep through his dark, cold eyes. He himself didn't fully understand just why it was he was avoiding looking at Orochimaru, but he still couldn't force himself to lift his head and even glance at the raven haired man.

When Orochimaru finally spoke, it was in as normal a manner as it was any day,"Pay attention now class. Turn to page five-seventy and do the review on chapter nine. Your work is due by the end of class today, so I'd recommend you start now."

Was he imagining things? That underlying emotion in his voice couldn't be pain, could it? The silver haired teen quickly banished the thought, allowing himself to finally send a glance at his teacher.

Orochimaru stood at the front of the room as usual, scribbling something on the board in his normal, inhumanly graceful handwriting. The man really didn't look much different from usual, other than one small factor. Something nobody normal would even take notice of. He looked almost tired, normally vibrant golden eyes staring on boredly.

Only when a student in the back accidentally dropped something heavy on the floor did the other students realize something wasn't quite right. Instead of snapping at the rather terrified looking student, the raven haired man simply glanced back and said in a harsh tone,"Pick that up, now." It was so anticlimactic, so understated. Kabuto could have sworn he heard someone gasp at the bizarrely calm reaction.

The silver haired boy actually gasped at the reaction as Orochimaru turned back to the chalk-board. There was definitely something wrong with him. A sinking feeling sunk into the teens gut as he recomposed his normal, expressionless face. He knew instantly, instinctively, it had something to do with the events of the day before. What scared him, though, was the sheer weirdness of it all. Orochimaru was always strict, and almost insanely so. It must be bad if he would actually pass up an opportunity to yell at a student. Especially one of the trouble-makers in the back of the room.

Orochimaru just seemed to adore torturing those particular students.

Even with this, the students returned to working immediately. They didn't want to even risk the chance of earning their teachers' wrath.

By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, Kabuto still had no idea what in the world he was planning on doing. In any normal situation, the boy would easily have been able to figure out what to do in a matter of seconds. The sheer fact that he couldn't come up with a thing was frightening. Then again, this wasn't exactly a normal situation. After all, falling head over heels for you male biology teacher who just happens to suffer from PTSD isn't what you could call an everyday occurrence.

As usual, he took his time putting his things away. Picking out notes and random sheets of paper, making sure they were in the right order before stuffing them in his backpack. Purposely being overly meticulous about every little insignificant thing. Trying in some sad effort to put off the inevitable.

Eventually the only remaining article on his desk was the review he had managed to complete in class. Nothing left to give himself more time. Letting out a sigh, the silver haired teen picked up the review and headed for the exit. He decided quickly that he would simply make an attempt to discreetly place the review in the pile with everyone else's, and sneak out of the room to give himself another day to think.

That little spark of brilliance was instantly erased from Kabutos' mind, though, when he noticed Orochimaru from the corner of his eye. The man was staring directly at him, an unreadable expression on his face. The silver haired boy instinctively looked away, knowing all too well just how powerful the mans' golden gaze could be, and finally placed his paper on the pile. He proceeded to drop his bag on the floor, knowing he probably wouldn't be leaving for a while, and headed towards his beautiful raven haired teacher.

Leaning his elbows down onto the hard top of the pale mas' desk, Kabuto managed to ask calmly, "Orochimaru... Are you all right?" The boy didn't fully understand why he asked the question, probably for lack of anything else to say. He kept his eyes low and seemed to become suddenly fascinated with the swirls in the wood of his teachers desk.

When he got no reply, he slowly looked up. The serpentine man had tilted his head downward, allowing his long midnight locks to shroud his face from view. Pale lips remained pressed in a hard line, obviously not planning on responding.

Kabuto, genuinely worried for the older man, made his way around to the opposite side of the desk,"Orochimaru? If this is about yesterday I'm sor-"

The silver haired youth was abruptly and suddenly cut off when his previously statuesque teacher suddenly sprang to life, getting up from his chair and proceeding to wrap his arms in a death grip around his young student. The younger of the two involuntarily let out a small gasp, looking at the older man in shock.

Kabuto quickly wrapped his own arms around the man, and started to run a hand up and down the older mans' spine in a soothing manner. The silver haired teen was even more surprised than he already was, though, when he felt the man shaking in his arms. Orochimaru seemed to also be mumbling something or another over and over again under his breath. Kabuto couldn't quite make out what exactly he was saying, but he did pick up on the fact his teachers normally silky smooth voice was cracking slightly.

When the young boy strained to hear just what the man in his arms was mumbling, he could just barely pick up on three small words that nearly made him gasp.

"Don't leave me..."

Orochimarus' mind wasn't in control anymore. The logical part of him had been in control far too long for its' own good. He was running strictly on emotion now, and he couldn't even think straight enough to try and stop it. Everyone had left him. His mother, his father, his entire family... He had never had any friends. Not a single one. Sure there were people he would converse with on occasion, but never had he ever been close enough to someone to consider them anything at all.

Now he had someone. For the first time in what seemed to be forever, he had someone he honestly, truly cared about... And he knew that even he would eventually abandon him. As soon as some nice family looking for a bright, well behaved boy came along he would be gone. Worse? He didn't care for the boy as a son. He cared for Kabuto much more than that... And it was maddening that he could never have the boy in such a way.

The silver haired teen was too shocked to do anything at all for a moment. He had been expecting the older man to be mumbling something about car crashes, what with the last little episode he had witnessed.

But, as soon as he got over the startling effect of the words the golden eyed man had just uttered, he gripped the man in his arms even tighter. Kabuto ran a hand through long black hair as he said calmly and honestly,"I won't leave you, Orochimaru... I could never leave you... I promise."

There was no way for the dark eyed boy to be even the slightest bit sure that what he had said was true... But he'd find a way to make it fact. He knew he would. For once in his life he not only cared for, but probably even loved someone. He wasn't letting go of Orochimaru anytime soon. Not for the world.

The younger mans words sunk in slowly, but they were deep to unbelievable extents. At first the serpentine man didn't believe what he had just heard. It was impossible. Why in the world would such an intelligent, young, and overall near perfect boy chose to be with him? But, realizing it wasn't his imagination, his pale lips curved up into a genuine smile.

Not a smirk. Not a grin. Not some other bizarre facial expression. A genuine, one hundred percent real smile.

Kabuto, thinking that the man in his arms hadn't heard him, was about to repeat himself, but was cut off abruptly by a pair of cool, pale lips pressing firmly against his own. Dark eyes widened in shock as golden ones slipped closed. A pale hand made its way to the back of the teens head, holding him firmly in place, while the other gripped tightly around the boys' waist, preventing any form of escape.

The silver haired teen was too stunned to do anything at all for a few seconds. Once this wore off, though, he quickly wrapped his arms around the older mans' neck, deepening the kiss. The teen didn't even notice when his golden eyed teacher pulled out his hair band, sending silver hair cascading down his back like a river of moonlight.

Orochimaru ran a rough tongue over the younger boys lips, asking for permission to take make the kiss deeper. The silver haired boy eagerly parted his lips in reply, allowing his teacher to explore every inch of his mouth with the mans' slightly longer than average tongue. A low moan escaped the teens' throat as the two males' tongues ran across each others almost violently.

The kiss was filled with pent up emotion. It practically dripped with passion, and a mix of so many other feelings impossible to put into words. The two could have sworn they were seeing fire works behind their closed eye lids as they lost themselves to the sheer pleasure and need.

After a few minutes they both were forced to pull away from one another, their lungs requiring oxygen. The two were panting heavily, and still had their foreheads pressed together. Kabuto slowly looked up at his teacher and couldn't help but to smile as deep midnight eyes met glowing golden ones.

Orochimaru slowly moved down, leaving a trail of feather light kisses down the boys jaw and throat. The silver haired teen let out a small moan as his midnight haired teacher hit a spot of particularly sensitive skin. The serpentine man instantly dedicated all attention to that one spot, as he proceeded to nip, bite, and suck at that one tender piece of flesh, smiling at the way Kabuto reacted beautifully to his every touch. He eventually grew bored with this, though, and pulled away from the younger teen, leaving a rather large hickey in his wake.

The silver haired boy pulled Orochimarus' face back up and firmly pressed his lips against the older mans'. The friction between the teens rough, warm lips and his teachers smooth, cool ones was absolutely breathtaking, and neither one of them seemed to be able to get enough of it. Tongues danced in a battle of dominance, causing both partners to let out almost animalistic sounds of pleasure.

The older of the two slammed his student against the wall, pressing both of their bodies together, and pulling off the younger of the twos' glasses and placing them on a nearby table, fed up with the glass barrier. Kabuto couldn't care in the slightest, completely overwhelmed with pleasure, and wrapped his legs around the older mans' waist, pulling them closer if that was physically possible.

When they pulled apart both of them were practically gasping for air. The silver haired teen couldn't keep his eyes off of Orochimaru, who at this point was completely holding him up. The older of the two had a wide smirk on his face, flashing brilliant white teeth.

The two were about to launch into another make-out session, when they both heard a knock at the door. That little knock was enough to pull the two males to their senses. Only then did they realize they were still in Orochimarus' class room. Although they still weren't entirely coherent, they were thinking well enough to realize one simple fact.

If anyone caught them like this there would definitely be a problem.

They scrambled to make themselves look as casual as possible. Kabuto quickly slipped his glasses back on and tried to fix his now lose silver hair, while Orochimaru headed for the door, not as physically affected, on the outside anyways, as his dark eyed student. Both of them were eternally grateful to the odd doors that had a habit of locking by themselves at random.

When a math teacher who had a room just down the hallway walked in, everything seemed completely normal. Kabuto was leaning against his teachers' front desk, and seemed to be looking at something written on the front board. The raven haired biology teacher simply spoke with his colleague a moment before stating that he was very busy with his student, and shooed the other teacher out of the room.

Orochimaru closed the door, locking it as he did so, before turning to his dark eyed student. Now that he was back to running on logic, he couldn't believe what had just happened between himself and the silver haired sixteen year old. The younger boy was looking away from him, towards the other side of the room.

Face falling flat he walked calmly over to his student, who continued looking in the other direction. When he finally reached the teen, the boy still hadn't turned around. Orochimaru himself would never admit to it, or anything else that had occurred today for that matter, but a bit of worry had managed to seep into his mind. If Kabuto turned him in, he could lose his job, be labeled as a sex offender, and be thrown into jail for rape, be it consensual or not. His student was technically underage after all.

But, to his surprise, when the boy finally did turn around to face him, a bright crimson had danced its' way across his face. The silver haired youth, although normally brilliant when it came to hiding emotion, was blushing like a lovesick teenage girl.

The two simply stood, staring at each other, for what seemed like all eternity. Both speaking in the form of silence, something only they could ever hope to understand.

Then, simultaneously, both smirked wryly, knowing and speaking without saying a word.