Hello everyone. I know that it has been a VERY long time since I last updated this story, and for that I apologize. But since I have some free time right now, I'm going to give you guys an extremely long chapter. I hope you enjoy it, and I love to have your feedback. It's all very helpful. I will try my hardest to update more often. Thank you 

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Naruto's POV:

I walked into the school, looking at all of the students passing by. A handsome young man was standing at his locker, his red spiky hair and lip ring were making him all the more attractive. God…I can imagine him sitting on my desk, legs spread, cum dripping all down his legs while I pleasure him…

I felt my pants get tighter, and I immediately pushed that thought to the back of my mind. Now, where are my favorite students? I walked down into the room that said "Principals Office", and when I stepped inside, I noticed how small it was.

I'm NARUTO. I think I deserve better things that this worthless office. The desk wasn't new, the blinds on the windows were old and crooked, and the walls were orange. It had a creepy aura to it, but no matter. I will change it eventually.

I sat down at in my comfortable office chair and set all of my personal belongings up. When I reached two frames, I held them in my hands. One was a picture of Itachi, who looked so beautiful with that emotionless look on his face. That pale white skin, that silky black hair, and those moist luscious lips.

I licked my lips self-consciously as a low growl formed in my throat. I love that boy…and I know he loathes me. But that will change when I pay him a little visit later. I glanced at the other picture, which was a picture of Sasuke, sitting on his bed with a small smile on his face. I love that smile..mmm how I want to taste him…

I clicked the small button on my desk and spoke into it, "Excuse me, Aniya, but will you send Sasuke to my office please?"

Itachi's POV

Damnit. I leaned against my desk and watched the class work on their assignments, which was an essay on why you shouldn't have sex at such a young age.

I looked at Sasuke and tried to make eye contact with him, but he had his eyes focused on the paper. I watched his body grow tense as he clenched the pencil in his hand. I could tell he was on the verge of tears.

I still can't believe I let that sick bastard do all of those things to him. I love my brother more than I should, in a way that I shouldn't, and as wrong as that is, what that guy is trying to do to him is even more wrong. I want to go over, I want to pull him into my arms and hold him close to me, and tell him that everything will be alright, that I will always be there to protect him.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth together hard. I can't do all of those things. He doesn't feel that way about me, I know that. But it's hard to accept. And he would never believe me if I tried to make him a promise as big as that. I remember all those promises I made to him…

Flashback:

He walked to the front door and looked up at me.

"Oni-chan, your going to watch my goldfish right?" He asked, and I couldn't take my eyes away from his. They were so mesmerizing and so cute, I couldn't.

I smiled at him and patted his head and said, "Of course I will. I promise that nothing bad will happen to your goldfish."

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I savored the moment of having him next to me.

That was four years ago. When he came back two days later, the five goldfish were all floating upside down, unmoving. He asked my mom what happened to them, and she had told them that they went to sleep, and that they would be asleep for a very long time.

He had told her okay and went to check on them for the rest of the day, but the next day, they were gone. My mom had scooped them out and flushed them down the toilet.

And the second Sasuke was out of the house, I got a damn lecture for letting them die. Wasn't my fault they died either. All I did was dump in a whole cup of ice cause the tank needed more water.

When he was old enough to understand what really happened, he had told me he would never trust me again. Damn goldfish.

End of Flashback

"Sasuke, please come to the front office. Sasuke, please come to the front office. Thank you," the woman announced over the intercom.

I raised an eyebrow at Sasuke, wondering why he would get called up to the office. I don't think they know about that Naruto guy…his math grade is pretty damn low though. He stood up slowly, and I could see that he was shaking. He must be scared, I doubt he knows what happened.

I mouthed to him "What did you do?" but he just shook his head and walked out of the room. I sighed and shook my head, sliding my hand down my face. What did the boy do now?

Sasuke's POV:

This has been the worst year of my life. Between being raped and the way my brother has been acting lately, everything is changing. Now I'm getting called to the principal's office? This is terrible. My grades aren't good, but they aren't bad either. Except for math…

I looked up at Sasuke as he mouthed "What did you do?" and just shook my head and walked out of the room. He probably thinks I'm failing everything.

I walked into the office and opened the door to the room.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked.

"Come in Sasuke," a deep voice said, and I walked into the room and closed the door. It was dark in here. I didn't know what else I should do. I just stood still and didn't do anything.

The tall figure walked over to me slowly and I was trapped against the wall by two large hands.

"You walked out very quickly this morning," the familiar voice whispered in my ear as large hands trailed down my arms.

Oh shit. My eyes widened as I realized who it was. My fucking rapist was back. And even worse, he was the school principal.

"Get away from –" I didn't get to finish my sentence, because his lips covered mine in a rough, brutal kiss, and as scared as I was, I liked it. I slowly kissed him back and shut my eyes tightly, hoping that this wouldn't be anything like the last time.

I felt his hands holds mine, and I was no longer pressed up against the wall, but instead I was against his strong muscular body. God it felt good. But this was wrong…this was so wrong…

I imagined soft, moist lips kissing mine, black hair falling in front of his eyes, Itachi's beautiful black eyes gazing into mine as we kissed.

Fuck! I pushed the guy away from me and wiped my lips. My eyes started to water as realization hit me. It wasn't him I wanted…it was Itachi. I shook my head and tried to yank the door open, but strong arms wrapped around my waist and held me back. I was thrown onto the desk, and I grunted as the pain hit my back.

"Your not going anywhere," he whispered huskily into my ear as he slid his hand up my shirt. I closed my eyes and hoped that Itachi would come…but he was in the classroom, all the way across the campus. I didn't even try to fight him this time, because I knew that he would just take me forcefully again.

Itachi's POV:

Where the fuck is he? It's been 20 minutes, and he still isn't back. I can't imagine talking about his math grade would take that long…

I sat at my desk and stared at the door, and glancing at the clock every once in awhile, anticipating when he would return.

Maybe something happened to him? Or he had to go to the bathroom. If something happened to him, I would-

"Mr. Uchiha," one of my students said from the back of the classroom.

"What?!" I barked at him, and his eyes widened.

"S-sorry, I-I just…I need to go see the new Principal…" he stuttered out. I rose an eyebrow at him, and I looked up at the clock.

"You can't wait 35 more minutes?" I asked suspiciously. Stupid kid probably just wants to get out of the essay…

"I need to see the new Naruto guy. The blonde principal? He said he would change my class," he informed me.

My heart stopped beating for a second. Blonde? Naruto? If this was who I am thinking it is…

I jumped out of my chair and ran towards the door.

"Stay here," I commanded in a deathly voice. If that fucking bastard is touching Sasuke…

I sprinted as fast as I could across the campus, and when I got to the principals office, I kicked the door open. The sight I was greeted with broke my heart.

Sasuke was laying on top of the desk, his pants were down to his thighs, his cock was standing tall. The sick bastard was on top of him, his pants undone, and his hand grabbing Sasuke's cock. I felt such hatred for him that I had never felt before. I ran over to them and socked the fuck out of him, my knuckles making a cracking noise from the impact. He rolled off and groaned in pain. Sasuke's eyes were shut tightly, and I could see the tears escaping them.

I took off my coat and wrapped his body up in it, then I picked him up and cradled him close to me.

I walked out of the room, carrying y little brother with me. The secretary sitting at the desk stared at us as I walked by. I didn't stop as I said, "Send a substitute to my classroom. I'm going to be taking a vacation for now, and so is Sasuke."

I kicked the door open and walked outside, the fresh air hitting my face. I walked over to my car and opened the door, then I set Sasuke in the back seat and shut the door. I got in on the drivers side and back up, then I sped out of the parking lot and down the street. We weren't going back home this time.

It was about time we went to go see a friend of mine.

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Garaa's POV:

I sat on top of the huge boulder in front of my house, looking at the dirt road. I took a long drag out of my cigarette, and I closed my eyes. It tasted so good. I blew out the smoke as I saw a car approaching.

Who the fuck was coming to disturb my peace? Nobody ever comes up here, so why the hell are they starting to now? This fool was going to get a piece of my mind. I got even more suspicious when the car stopped right in front of my house.

The last time I got a visitor was three years ago, and that was from Sakura, asking me if I had wanted to have a one night stand with her. And that was when I told her that I don't love anybody. I'm not capable of loving someone. Love was stupid, and it was for stupid people who were in love with the idea with it.

I remember when I was a little kid, and I was in the 1st grade. Everyone else was drawing a picture of a unicorn or a dog, but I drew a picture of a heart with a sword through it. I got kicked out of school for a week for that.

I picked up my gun as the figure stood up and got out of the car.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing at my house?" I asked angrily.

"It's me dumbass," I smirked as I heard that voice. Good ol' Itachi came to visit me. Now there's something that doesn't happen everyday.

"What are you doing up here? You never come to visit me," I asked him curiously as he picked something up out of the back seat. My eyes widened when I was what it was.

Sasuke was wrapped up in a blanket, and he didn't look well from the looks of it. I growled as I jumped off the rock, dropped my cigarette on the ground, and put it out.

"What happened?" I asked him as I walked hurriedly over to them.

His jaw was tight as he growled out, "That fucking bastard Naruto."

I looked at him incredulously, because I couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

"N-Naruto?"

He walked into my house and disappeared from my sight. I stood their like an idiot, because I couldn't comprehend what he was telling me. Five minutes later, he walked back out, except he wasn't carrying Sasuke anymore.

"Naruto, that sick, fucking bastard. He…he raped Sasuke…" He ground out as he looked down at the ground.

I felt my stomach churn at the thought. Poor Sasuke. Itachi slumped down onto the rock, and I sat down next to him. We sat there in an uncomfortable silence, neither one of us knowing what to say next. I opened my mouth to say something, but I stopped. I felt his shoulders shaking, and I heard quiet sobs coming from him.

I felt my heart throb at the sight beside me. I haven't seen Itachi cry in awhile. And fuck, I don't do good with people and their emotions. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me, patting him on the back. I felt him stiffen in shock at first, but he soon relaxed and embraced me back, and I let him cry into my chest. It angered me to see him cry, but why does it feel so damn good to hold him?