Hierarchy

It turned out that Naruto had no idea how to drive to Sasuke’s house. Usually he’d just walked there, since he’d been…. Well, way too young to drive the last time he’d been there, and so it was strange to navigate the streets around Sasuke’s house. They were all one-way streets, and it was weird.

So it was about 6:30 by the time Naruto ran, almost breathlessly, up to Sasuke’s front door, knocking a little more enthusiastically than was necessary. He waited. And waited.

He waited for about five minutes, smile faltering after every few seconds, before he turned his back on the door. It looked like he was actually being stood up by Sasuke… that was weird.

“Hey you,” He heard drawled out from behind him, and Naruto turned, blinking several times. It looked like Sasuke. Only older… and a little paler, and his hair was so much longer. Looked like a girl really.

Well… actually, it even looked like Orochimaru-sensei. That thought made him frown a little, and pressed confusion into his mind. This was definitely Itachi. Sasuke’s older brother. The rude one. Well… the only one. But he’d always been real mean to Naruto when they were younger. Although Naruto couldn’t remember exactly what it was that he didn’t like about the older man. Well, aside from the fact that he kind of looked like a mix of Orochimaru and Sasuke, so it was weird that Sasuke would have let their teacher touch him.

Well… weirder than it usually was to let your teacher touch you in all those… places that teachers weren’t supposed to touch. Definitely not teachers that looked like your family. Weird.

“Hi, yeah, I’m uh… I’m here to see Sasuke…” He said slowly, wondering why he felt a little anxious at the sight of the other man.

Itachi rose a brow, dark eyes narrowing very slightly, “Oh?” He drawled coldly, “Then I suppose you can come in. Just try to leave as much of your filth outside as you can.” He said, openly disgusted by Naruto.

Yes. That was why he didn’t really like him.

Sighing heavily, Naruto shook himself off as much as possible, removing his shoes and coat both outside, before stepping inside. Thanks to Itachi, his previously very meticulously mussed blond hair was all frizzy, and he looked like he’d flown about in a tornado. A small tornado, but one none the less.

Sasuke heard the slight commotion from the ground floor, and slid out of his room, stepping almost silently down the stairs, dark eyes fixated on the boy standing in their foyer, “So you decided to show up, huh, dumbass?” He asked coldly, giving his brother a rare, almost sultry smile, “Thank-you Aniki. I’d forgotten I was having a… guest,” He said, gesturing half-heartedly towards Naruto.

Itachi shrugged lightly, lifting a pale hand to lightly caress his younger brother’s cheek lightly, “It’s fine, Otouto. Come to my room after you’re finished with the trash downstairs, all right?” He said smoothly, before moving the rest of the way up the stairs.

Naruto decided he didn’t like being called trash. It just seemed not very nice.

“Sorry I’m late!” He called, moving towards the staircase, “I got lost. I’ve never driven here before, and the roads are all weird…” He said, frowning a little at the memory.

Sasuke shook his head, gesturing Naruto up the stairs, his foot tapping a little impatiently in one precariously placed slipper, “Whatever, I don’t care. It’s your time that was wasted, not mine.” He said simply, gaze cold as he watched the other boy.

Naruto flushed a little, hurrying up the stairs as best he could, tripping a few times, “Yeah, sorry,” He mumbled, “Let’s just study, okay?” He hated being treated inferiorly.

Sasuke shrugged, leading Naruto down the hall in silence, and pushing open the door to his elaborately decorated bedroom, “Here, just get in here.”

Naruto nodded, stepping inside, and waiting for Sasuke to close the door behind them, “So… what subject were we gonna do today?” He asked with open curiosity.

Sasuke closed the door behind Naruto, walking over to his bed, and sitting down gracefully and staring at the other boy, “Mm…” He drawled smoothly, working with the buttons on his shirt.

Naruto couldn’t help but stare at Sasuke as the boy’s fingers moved against the buttons, pale skin exposed to his eyes, and he flushed a little, “What s-subject…?” He asked a little shakily. This was all very, very confusing to him…

Sasuke shrugged his shirt off of his shoulder, glancing up at Naruto with slightly annoyed dark eyes, his fingers moving to the button of his jeans, “You can drop the act,” He spat softly, “I agreed to your terms.”

Naruto stood there, tensed up as he stared at Sasuke. This was all wrong. And very confusing. And why was Sasuke taking off all of his clothes…?

Sasuke stood up, pushing down his pants and boxers, standing there completely naked, hands on his hips as he stared at Naruto, “Well? Why are you just standing there?”