A/N:Wow, this chapter took forever to get out. It was just one of those chapters I had to rewrite about a million times. I apologize for the lateness... I added a little lemony action in there if that makes up for things at all. XD I'd also like to add that a good deal of this was done while I was half asleep. If you see any grammar or spelling errors in there feel free to let me know so that I may fix them.

I would also love to thank my lovely reviewers. You lovely people and your comments never fail to cheer me up. =) Enjoy the chapter!

EDIT-Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I am a moron. I can't believe I had errors that obvious on this thing for nearly a year. Am I blind? Sweat mother of god I am stupid. Fixed now. Please forgive my massive failure. D: Also, working on new chapter right now. Should be out soon.

Chapter warnings:Lemon warning. Strong GuyxGuy, so, yeah, if that's not your thing I wouldn't recommend reading this.

Kabuto starred boredly, looking out the cloudy window at the light rain trickling down from the heavens. The weather was mimicking his current mood rather well, a slow, somewhat somber feeling hanging in the air. He was in a world of his own; a world centered around a certain serpentine man by the name of Orochimaru. Said man had been unable to spend his afternoon with the silver-haired teen for the first time since the two had met. He had a mandatory meeting that wouldn't be getting out until nearly six.

So until six o'clock that evening finally decided to rear its head, Kabuto was forced to sit in his room, bored, alone, and not particularly cheerful. He hadn't fully grasped his attachment to his midnight-haired lover until the man was taken away from him. It was just one day without him, his soothing, wondrous presence, and Kabuto already felt more alone than he had in his entire life. All the teen could think of was the older man. He needed his golden-eyed god.

Unfortunately, unless he went on some kind of rampage, and practically dragged the man out of the meeting, he was just going to have to suffer until six.

Dark eyes flickered over to glance at the digital clock sitting on the boys desk. 5:00. A whole dragging hour left. Could time move by any slower?

The boy snapped his head around when he heard a somewhat harsh knocking at the door to his room. He knew it wasn't Orochimaru. Orochimaru never knocked anymore, simply preferring to use the key he already possessed, and when he did have the decency to make his presence known beforehand it was always a graceful and smooth knock, not a terribly unpleasant banging.

After pondering it a moment, Kabuto decided to try and ignore the obnoxious sound. He wasn't in the mood to humor whoever it was pestering him. If it turned out to be a teacher or some other staff member they could simply contact him later.

When the knocking persisted, though, Kabuto let out an annoyed sigh, slowly getting up, and heading for the door. He was surprised, to say the least, when he opened to door only to come face to face with one of the staff members he had seen about the facility alongside a local police officer. Definitely not the typical afternoon visitors.

The silver haired teen recognized both instantly; the staff member being one of the grumpiest bastards the teen had ever had the displeasure of meeting, the cop being much, much more familiar.

"Hello, Kakashi, what brings you here? I had thought my parents case was settled and done with,"the silver haired teen said in a calm tone, a slight smirk crossing his face.

The strange cop simply starred down at Kabuto, replying as calmly as he could,"It is. I'm here to ask you about a report we received from here. Would you please come with us a moment?"

The teen walked out, locking his door behind him, before fallowing the two to a small, windowless room somewhere on the first floor.

Kakashi turned to the rather annoyed looking professor, uttering a calm,"Wait out here please," before leading Kabuto into the small room and shutting the door.

"So, Kabuto Yakushi, We meet again. I thought the name sounded familiar. Can't say I was expecting the little jerk who killed his own parents, though."

Kabuto simply relaxed in the small chair they had provided him with, before replying smoothly,"I don't recall ever being convicted of any crime, Hatake."

The silver-haired police officer glared with one black and one red eye, starring down the boy in front of him,"The only reason you weren't convicted was because you were still in grade school. A fucking first-grade murderer. You were the only one who could have done it. You were the only person with any reason to want them gone. Car brakes don't just magically dissappear on their own."

The dark eyed teen grinned, starring right back at the cop, meeting his challenge head on,"Oh, come now. Don't be silly. Why on earth would I go to all the trouble of staying up late to see about what time my parents drive in and out of the house, figure out how to remove the cars braking system completely without them noticing, and then actually doing so, making sure they wouldn't be even the faintest bit aware of the absence until they were speeding down the road at eighty-three miles an hour and about to crash into a road barrier that had just been put up the previous day?"

Kakashi starred at the teen, trying to figure out just what he was thinking. What was with this kid? Sure, he'd seen a psychopath before, hundreds in fact, but this kid... this fucking child, was something else entirely.

When he failed to find any hints of just what the teens thought process might well be, he let out a sigh,"I'm not here to talk about your parents murder," he stressed the word,"Actually, I was sent here for something entirely different. Danzo claimed he overheard something... interesting going on in your room last weekend."

Kabuto didn't bat an eyelash,"Really? Just what would that be?"

Kakashi glared. He knew that the dark eyed teen knew exactly what he was referring to. Of course, he wouldn't be getting any straight answers out of the psychopath. He was a genius with mind games, a prince of manipulation. It would take some serious effort to work any useful information out of him.

"Danzo claims to have heard you engaging in," he cringed just the tiniest bit as he was forced to utter the words,"sexual intercourse with another individual. As video surveillance in the hallway shows, Professor Orochimaru was the only person to enter or leave your room all day."

Kabuto smiled, the kind of smile you get from people who know for a fact they are about to win an argument, and have already begun to relish in the upcoming victory.,"Are you suggesting that I, an underage, straight-A student who cringes at even the tiniest public displays of affection, spent my day engaging in sexual activities with my honored, highly praised biology teacher?"

Kakashi's gaze narrowed. What was his game?

"Yes, Danzo claims that there is no mistaking what he heard."

"And your only evidence that there was even a faint possibility of anything being committed by either myself or Orochimaru is the 'claim' of a senile old fart with a grudge against one of the accused?"

Now he knew where Kabuto was taking this. The surveillance cameras only filmed in the hallways, not in the rooms themselves, and didn't record sound. The two could have been going over a test for all the solid evidence showed. And the dark-eyed teen was right. Danzos credibility in court would be severely diminished with his and Orochimarus history. The two hated each other, that much was for sure, and it wouldn't take much of a stretch to come up with the idea that the whole thing could be some desperate attempt at revenge.

Kakashi knew he had to find some way of beating the brat at his own game, and deceit was probably his best option at this point.

"Give it up Kabuto, the surveillance cameras captured everything. We have enough evidence to convict you right now. So why don't we just make this easy, and admit that you were, in fact, voluntarily engaging in illegal activities with your biology teacher."

The predatory smirk that formed on those calloused lips made Kakashi tense up instantly,"You have nothing, Kakashi. Not a scrap of evidence. If you're going to lie, the least you could do is try to be a bit more convincing."

The police officer wanted to smack the smirk of the insolent teens face. He really wanted to. But, of course, he'd be in some deep shit if he hit a kid, regardless of how much the brat deserved it.

"Would you happen to know the time, Kakashi?"

A black and red eye blinked in a bit of confusion, before answering calmly,"It's about six fifteen. Why?"

The silver haired teen didn't even bother answering him, simply standing up and muttering a quick,"Goodbye Kakashi," before walking out of the room.

Kakashi starred at the door a moment, before sighing, knowing he had just lost the battle. The little punk had gotten away... this time. Finally, the brat had done something he could get in huge trouble for. He knew Kabuto was guilty. That predatory leer was enough evidence of that. He had discovered in his time dealing with the boy, that that particular look only came into his face when he was guilty. Admittedly, the brat wouldn't get in nearly as much trouble as he deserved, seeing as he was the minor in this case, but it was still a brilliant opportunity. All he needed to do now was get his hands on some hard evidence, and take the little murderer down once and for all.

Meanwhile, Kabuto was heading for his room. He knew that was were Orochimaru would meet with him as soon as the golden-eyed teacher got out of that damned meeting. If the cops were on his trail, particularly a cop who would do just about anything to see him suffer, he would have to find a much less conspicuous place to meet up with his lover. After all, it wasn't exactly normal for a teacher to show up at a students dorm almost every day.

He was still in the process of contemplating just what to do when he ran into the very person he had been looking for.

Orochimaru was exiting his prized students room when he noticed the boy headed his way,"Kabuto, where on earth have you been?"

The silver haired teen walked over so that he was standing about a yard away from the pale man, before muttering a quiet,"I was being interviewed by a rather troublesome police officer. We need to talk, preferably someplace private, and yet public enough so that it wouldn't seem unusual for a student and teacher to be seen speaking there."

Orochimaru's face fell, his mouth pressed into a hard line. Had the police already caught on that there was something going on between the biology teacher and his prized student? Would they take Kabuto away, and send him someplace else? He couldn't bear the thought.

He did his best to keep his mind occupied with less horrid thoughts as the two went to the only place they knew of where they could speak without being conspicuous, but still be in total privacy. Orochimaru's office.

There were no surveillance cameras in the room. Orochimaru had had them removed quite some time ago, saying that the all seeing machines made him paranoid that he was constantly being watched.

Orochimaru sat down in his rather large chair, Kabuto opting to sit in the mans lap as opposed to one of the other seats available. Orochimaru simply grinned, wrapping pale, muscular arms around the boys waist, as the teen laid his head against a shoulder.

"I don't think we'll be able to meet up in my room anymore. Apparently that bastard Danzo overheard us and reported it to the cops. They don't have any evidence yet, but they are starting to suspect something's going on between us. It wouldn't be that big of an issue if it weren't for the particular cop that was sent to investigate."

Orochimaru raised a thin brow, asking calmly,"Why is this particular cop such an issue?"

Kabuto let out a sigh, twirling a long strand of his teachers long black hair,"His name is Kakashi Hatake, and thanks to a court case I was involved in, in grade school, he hates me with a passion. He'd do just about anything to see me in a bad position, and I know for a fact he won't be dropping this for quite some time."

"Might I inquire as to the particular court case?"

"My parents murder."

Orochimaru seemed to stare off into space a moment, thinking, before asking in monotone,"I was under the impression that your parents died in an accidental car wreck."

Kabuto let out a sigh, knowing that he was going to have to tell Orochimaru the truth sooner or later. He was worried that the man might not react well to it. After all, he had collapsed into a fit of trembling misery when he found out about the crash itself. The story behind it might just send him into another, potentially worse attack. Kabuto didn't want to see that happen.

But he knew that Orochimaru could tell when he was lying, and doing so would only make him angry.

"My parents and I... never really saw eye to eye. We didn't get along at all, my mother being overprotective to a borderline psychotic point, and my father beating the living hell out of me if I so much as stepped a toe out of line. He was convinced that I had 'natural violent tendencies', and for some unexplainable reason thought that being as strict as physically possible with me was the only way to keep me from becoming the next Charles Manson."

Orochimaru just nodded, not really saying anything. He couldn't even begin to imagine what his silver haired lover must have gone through. His parents had been strict, yes, but in a loving, caring sort of way. Not at all cruel.

"Well, by the time I was six I'd had enough. I was utterly sick and tired of being treated terribly when I hadn't even done anything to deserve the punishment. I'd never beaten anyone up or so much as called someone a rude name, but they treated me like I was already a murderer... Sure, I was a bit strange, but I never actually did anything. There's a saying,'treat someone like something they're not long enough, and they'll eventually become it.' I suppose the saying was true for me. I knew for a fact that my father almost never used the braking system, preferring to let the car idle down, saying that it saved gas. So, one night, I simply snuck into the garage, removed the braking system entirely, and went back to sleep. The next day my mother and father both ran head on into a recently placed road barrier, and died within a matter of seconds."

It was completely silent in the room. Not a sound dared penetrate the wall of utter quiet, as Kabuto waited for a response of some sort. What was probably only seconds seemed like days, as he prayed to whatever god might still like him enough to care, that Orochimaru wouldn't go into some PTSD meltdown.

"You really have been a little psychopath from the start, haven't you?"

The tone was light, almost joking. Kabuto had to hold back a sigh of relief as he replied in his usual tone,"Of course, Orochimaru."

Orochimaru just tightened his grip on the boy, pulling him closer. He knew Kabuto well enough to understand that he wouldn't just go out and kill his own parents without some reasoning behind it. He couldn't get mad at the boy for the murder. If anything he was somewhat impressed that Kabuto had managed to carry out such an elaborate plan at the tender age of six.

Kabuto gently pulled Orochimaru's face down to his, planting a kiss on cool, smooth lips. The older of the two ran a tongue across rough flesh before invading his teenage lovers mouth, pulling the boys glasses off, and placing them on the edge of the desk. Kabuto ran a hand through silky black hair, letting out a soft moan as pale hands ran up his shirt, teasing at a hardening nipple.

The silver-haired teen tightened his grip on the older mans hair, letting out a quiet gasp. He couldn't get enough of Orochimarus touches, just the feel of his flesh enough to send shivers up his spine. The teen tugged at the older males shirt, his jacket long ago discarded on the floor. Orochimaru quickly pulled of not only his own shirt, but his students as well, before wrapping his arms around the teens waist again and pulling him flat against his chest. Kabuto was now straddling his teacher, letting out a loud moan as their erections rubbed against each other through strained fabric.

It was taking every ounce of the midnight haired mans will to not moan. He was determined not to let himself do such a thing, but when his silver haired student started to suck and bite at his neck, and unbuckle his belt, he couldn't help but let out a deep groan.

Orochimaru's patience was starting to wear thin. He wanted his stunning student, and he wanted him now. He somehow managed to pull off both the boys pants and boxers in one go, shortly fallowed by his own. He nearly just pounded into the teen when the boys hips thrust into his, heated flesh rubbing against his aching cock, but managed to restrain himself long enough to pull a tube of lube out of his bottom desk drawer. He squeezed a good sized glob into his palm before hastily coating himself in the slippery goo, and immediately thrusting up into his silver haired lover.

Kabuto let out something that could almost be considered a scream into a pale shoulder, as his teacher pounded into his tight ass. He was in heaven, waves of sheer pleasure radiating through his entire body. Each thrust hit that wonderful bundle of nerves dead on, and brought him that much closer to completion. He could tell from the wonderful noises Orochimaru was making that he was in just as much ecstasy, and each poorly stifled cry sent shivers up his spine.

Blunt nails ran across a pale, sweat sheened back as the silver haired teen came, crying out his lovers name. Orochimaru came not a second later, moaning out 'Kabuto', filling his underage lover.

Orochimaru pulled out of his student, before moving the exhausted teen into a more comfortable position, simply resting in his arms. All he managed to mutter before passing out in a cheerful bliss was a quiet,"I love you, Orochimaru..."

The black haired teacher let out a chuckle, planting a kiss on the boys forehead. They really would have to work on the boys endurance. He really did grow far too exhausted far too quickly.

"I love you too, Kabuto... I promise... I won't let some idiot cop steal you away from me."