How Cliché

Part4

Weeks passed by with no ruckus, worrying the Uchiha boy. He had not heard from his “family” since the night Itachi had called him. He had settled into his lifestyle with the older man, and quickly found a way to ensure that he did not walk in on another bath. And he was immensely surprised to find the teacher knew how to cook. He had ended up learning how to pack his own lunch pretty quickly. Naruto had been wonderful in waiting for him to adjust to the lifestyle before asking for anything more than the occasional kiss and snuggle when they were alone. Sasuke allowed a small smile as he passed the flood of students filling the halls. Naruto had a meeting with his father - another prank he had been busted on that threatened him with another suspension. Sasuke was pushing his way through a group of girls when he found himself shoved into a locker on his right. The dial to unlock the metal container dug into his side. He winced before looking around the find the perpetrator. He found no one but the girls that were flocking to their beautiful and injured Uchiha prince.

“Sasuke-kun!” A familiar voice cried. “Are you okay?”

“Move aside, forehead girl,” another voice hissed.

Sasuke focused his eyes on the pink-haired girl worrying over him. He shot a glare at the blonde. He stood up tall and started to walk off.

“Sasuke-kun?” Sakura asked nervously.

“I’m okay. Thank you, Sakura.”

The girl blushed a shade that matched her hair. Ino scowled and rushed to his side.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can take you to the nurse.”

“I’m fine,” his voice was cold.

“Leave him alone,” Sakura hissed.

A fight of words broke out between the two former friends as they followed Sasuke to class. The headache forming between his eyes was throbbing. He had no issue with the girls as of lately, except for, maybe, Ino. The blonde did not know when to give up. After Sakura had realized it was not all about looks, that there were plenty of other guys out there, she had managed to make friends with Sasuke. Although it was not as close as the girl had hoped, it was better than nothing. And she had been the one to learn of Sasuke’s love for Naruto. She had resigned to silently cheer the couple on until they were ready to come out. The girls were still arguing when they all took their places in the classroom. Naruto’s seat remained empty. Sasuke subtly massaged his side.

“Sasuke-kun, you don’t think it was one of the people you used to associate with you do you?” Sakura asked.

“Maybe,” fully understanding what she meant.

Other than Naruto and his family, Sakura was the only one who knew the boy had moved in with their teacher. She smiled weakly and touched his shoulder softly.

“It will be okay.”

Sasuke nodded absently as their teacher entered the room. Ino was demanding to know what Sakura knew. Tsunade set her books on her desk and the bell rang. Sakura’s full attention to the woman. Science was her best subject. She rivaled Sasuke for the top position in the class. Sasuke watched the empty seat next to him and sighed. He would have to take enough notes for the dobe it looked like.

“Alright everyone, pair off and let’s pick up on yesterday’s experiment….”


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Naruto chewed on his lip as he faced the principle and the new teacher. The new guy had brown hair in a high ponytail. He had a scar cutting across his nose, which he liked to scratch at when he was nervous it would seem. Naruto had never seen his dad so pissed. The new teacher was covered in an eggshell colored paint. It had been meant for someone else; how was Naruto supposed to know there would be a new teacher today? Maybe the man in front had mentioned it, but the boy’s thoughts had been totally muddled up as of late. He definitely could not be blamed.

“Naruto, you disgraced our school,” Minato finally started, folding his hands under his chin. “We’ve been over this. I have been too lenient with you. This is has to stop. I have half a mind to expel you.”

“WHAT?!” Naruto exploded, standing up and knocking the chair backwards. “No way! I didn’t do anything that bad!”

“E-excuse me, sir. You shouldn’t expel him for such a simple prank,” the new teacher said nervously.

“Umino-san, this is my son. He gets away with too much here. First day of school and he had stolen Hatake-san’s underwear. While the man was wearing them. He more than deserves this, and I have always let him get away with it.”

“Namikaze-san, I believe the paint has dried,” Umino observed.

“Most likely,” Minato agreed.

Naruto was ready to yell. The tone of the conversation had reverted to something with a friendly air. How could they discuss his possible expulsion with such ease? He crossed his arms and pouted.

“The hallway will need to be cleaned,” Umino continued.

Minato caught on, a glint in his eye. He nodded to the younger man before turning to his son with a more serious look.

“Get busy, Naruto. If the hallway isn’t sparkling by then last bell, you will be expelled. You’d better hurry.”

Naruto’s arms had fallen to his side. At the last words, he turned and started running. He tripped on his own feet and crashed into the door in his frantic struggle to get out. His eyes were wide as he rushed from the principle’s office and headed for the janitor’s closet. It had not fully kicked in yet, but something inside told him the words his father had spoken were not a joke. He knocked on the door with urgency.

“Yes?” the janitor asked nonchalantly, opening the door wide.

“I need to borrow something,” Naruto requested, holding his hands out at the level of his face and bowing.

The older man chuckled and ruffed up the blonde hair. Naruto peaked up with one eye and saw the open invitation to enter the large closet that held the cleaning supplies needed to keep the school clean. The janitor made small talk as he readied a large bucket of soap and water. He supplied Naruto with two armfuls of scrubbing utensils.

“I’ll carry the water this time,” the man winked.

Naruto only had the sense to nod. He followed the man to the place of the paint spill. He would be allowed no paint thinner. The fumes were too dangerous to the surfaces of the floor and walls, as well as to the students. And the paint had indeed dried. He frowned at the mess as the janitor sat the bucket near the closest paint splash. The boy muttered his thanks and dropped the items he held. He fell slowly to his knees to pick the first brush he was going to try. He dipped the scrubbing brush in the scalding water and set to cleaning the floor. He tried to hum as he worked at first. It was just a chore, right? When the bell rang to send the students to their first class, his expression darkened. He nearly stood and kicked the bucket.

“Where the hell do they get off on doing this?” He scowled. “I’m just a kid. I think there are laws against this shit.”

He scrubbed with more ferocity. He would show them! He would have that hall clean by lunch, no doubt. He dipped the brush back in the water and set back to the paint. He was making little headway. He was only just finishing the first splash of eggshell when the bell dismissed everyone else from their first class. His hopes sank below the marble floor. His section of the hall and been roped off; however it did not stop the talking and laughing from reaching his ears. He was mostly ignored as the students passed the blonde bent over scrubbing away. He silently cursed them all. He refused to blame himself for his well-deserved punishment. He redoubled his efforts. He would prove to them all he could do it. No way he would get expelled. He moved on to the next paint splash with renewed vigor. He fished around in his pocket, thankful he had taken his boyfriend’s mp3 player. He was not totally thrilled at the music choices, but it got him pumped to keep going. He ignored any other noises and worked non-stop to finish his task. Even when the water got cold and turned a muddy grey, he kept going. He would mop later. He didn’t notice the lone figure stalking his way down the hall. Everyone was in class, giving Naruto no reason to be looking out for angry looking red-heads that may have a grudge against the world.

“You missed a spot,” he said darkly.

“Kyah!” Naruto fell back, knocking the bucket of cold and nasty water onto the floor. “Fuck me….”

“Maybe later,” Gaara mumbled.

Naruto blushed and choked on the air in his lungs. He decided to pretend he had not heard it. Instead, he frowned at his soaked pants and shirt. How could his day get any better?

“Do you need something?” He asked innocently.

“Not really,” the red head replied casually.

“Then what are you doing here? Why aren’t you in class?”

“Why bother. I know it all anyways.”

Gaara let out a dark chuckle at the blush creeping down Naruto’s neck. The blonde scrambled into a better position and resumed his scrubbing. If he worked off the burning desire he held for the pale teen, he would be finished in no time. Gaara watched silently, leaning against a piece of the wall not covered in paint. He had a perfect view of the blue eyes full of turmoil. He watched them flash several different shades of the beautiful color. The boy’s emotions would not be hard to decipher with eyes like those.

“Is there a reason you’re the one cleaning the hall?” Gaara went with his impulse and decided to start a real conversation.

The blonde intrigued him. He would never be able to explain it. The boy was all cheer and sunshine. Gaara hated cheer and sunshine.

“I’m the one who did it,” Naruto laughed. “It just fell on the wrong person.”

Gaara frowned and crossed his arms across his chest. And a prankster to top it off? He had better leave versus lead the boy on. There would be no way Gaara would even think of getting closer to such a thing as Uzumaki Naruto.

“I probably shouldn’t have. Dad’s been under a lot of stress lately. Having to expel your son can’t be fun.”

Gaara was already off the wall and picking a direction to walk in. The words filling the empty hallway took a moment to settle. Dad? Expel? This idiot was the principle’s son? Gaara thought twice about leaving. Maybe being the principle’s son’s boyfriend wouldn’t be bad at all. His frown deepened at his own thoughts. He had no reservations about stealing things from other people. He was honestly surprised at his own level of evilness. The thought of dating the blonde for the sake of being able to get away with anything was just too delicious for him. He had only transferred to this school because he had been in one too many fights, after all.

“You’re the principle’s son?” Gaara asked casually.

“Yeah. I guess I did deserve it this time. I was aiming for that pervert Jiraiya-sama. I got the new teacher instead.”

Naruto groaned as he stretched to reach another paint splatter. His back was really starting to hurt being down on all fours. It had already been a couple of hours, but he easily had another one or two in him of work. The floor was finished after that spot, leaving him to move on to the walls. Although there looked to be very little of the eggshell colored paint on the walls, the grooves in the stones would make the scrubbing much more difficult. And he was out of water. He stretched backwards, popping his back before picking up the empty bucket.

“You should go back to class, Shukaku-kun. They’ll notice you’re missing soon.”

He smiled and scratched the back of his head with his free hand before heading off to refill the bucket with hot water. Gaara blushed slightly as he watched the boy disappear around a corner. The way the wet clothes had clung to his body set Gaara’s blood to a boiling point. Years of practiced control kept his face from heating any more than to turn a pale pink. He made sure he was well down the hallway before the fox-like boy returned to his task.


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Sasuke woke slowly with a throbbing pain on the back of his head. Somewhere along the way to his next class, his vision had gone black. He had been so stupid to take a side route outside. He had only wanted to check on his dobe. Sasuke’s eyesight slid in and out of focus. He felt nauseous and realized he was in a car. He had been laying down on a leather seat, his cheek sticking to the seat cover. He sat up, holding his spinning head in his palm. When he managed to focus on something, he saw the back of the person’s head who was driving. Blue hair stuck up from over the driver’s seat. The passenger seat was empty.

“What the fuck, Kisame,” Sasuke demanded darkly.

Kisame snickered. He had been Itachi’s partner ever since high school. They had entered college together, and Sasuke and Itachi’s father had found Kisame a job beside the eldest Uchiha sibling. Kisame was strangely devoted to a man he claimed to hate.

“Be good, Sasuke-chan. Itachi wanted me to pick you up from school today.”

“Then why was I kidnapped? That’s hardly picking me up after school,” the boy hissed.

“I said nothing about after school.”

Fear swept over Sasuke. He looked out the window. He had no idea where he was, and without knowing how long he had been out for, he had no idea of where he could be. Yes, he was terrified. He swallowed quietly and steeled himself. He would not show said fear. It was not the Uchiha thing to do. And he was still an Uchiha. He buckled his seatbelt. His bag was laying the floorboard of the backseat. He had to give a silent compliment to the man driving: At least he knew how to leave no tracks behind. He reached down for his bag and pulled out a book. He regretted letting Naruto keep his music. He would have no way of truly ignoring anything said to him. They rode in silence, neither caring to speak to the other. At one point, Kisame answered a call to his cell. His voice was kept low and Sasuke could hear nothing coherent over the drone of the engine. The conversation lasted no more than five minutes. Kisame was chuckling when he hung up.

“Itachi can’t wait to see you, Sasuke-chan. it’s a shame he couldn’t come with me. I just know he’d be back there with you right now.”

Sasuke growled at the words. He struggled to keep the bile in his stomach to stay where it was. He forced his attention back to his book. Kisame laughed loudly at the boy’s struggle. Oh, how he wished he could watch Itachi make the boy squirm more later. He already knew the plans the twenty-year-old Uchiha had. He was enthralled with the level Itachi would take things to for what he wanted. Still, he was envious of both brothers. The Uchihas seemed to be a race of their own. They were gorgeous. Anyone would have killed to get a piece of either of them. It seemed only appropriate to Kisame that they kept it in the family. Maybe he was just as fucked up as they were. The man sped through the city. He had driven down back roads Sasuke was sure to not recognize upon the orders given to him. Itachi did not want his otouto to know he was still in the same city. The clock on the dashboard had been turned off. Itachi had wanted Sasuke to worry, but not panic. The boy would not be restrained. He would have access to his own things, except his phone. He would have the ability to get into the front seat if he so chose. Things went smoother if they did not have a scene on their hands once Itachi got to his brother. Kisame parked the car in the large parking garage. Sasuke lowered his book at that point, still unsure of where he was. His door was unlocked and someone opened the one on the other side of the car. Itachi climbed in gracefully as Kisame left.

“What do you want?” Sasuke snarled.

“Its been awhile, hasn’t it otouto? Don’t you miss your dear aniki?” Itachi’s voice was smooth, like silk, or maybe smoother.

It made Sasuke shiver. Maybe from the unspoken promise of what was to come. Maybe from the fear of knowing that this man could break him if he wanted to, in every sense of the word. He had done it once, and the younger brother had been lucky enough to have someone waiting to pick up the pieces. Would he be so lucky this time? Would he even let Itachi break him, would be a better question. Sasuke swallowed the lump in his throat and set his glare firm.

“What. Do. You. Want.”

“You, I’d have thought that was obvious.”

Itachi laughed quietly and shook his head in disbelief. He finally shut the car door. The car’s locks clicked. Itachi pulled Sasuke’s things away from him and tossed them into the front seat mercilessly. His eyes were shining with something very alien to Sasuke. Sasuke was left searching for air from the look he was getting. It was so dark, so cold, and yet so very inviting. Sasuke was drawn in by the onyx color that matched his own eyes. He was leaning towards his brother. Itachi reached out a hand to smooth over his little brother’s hair.

“You shouldn’t run from me, otouto. I do love you.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. You ruined everything! I would never go back to loving you.”

Itachi sighed. His hand moved down to the soft cheek. He leaned down to capture the lips with his own. Sasuke was pushed back into the door behind him. Itachi was settled between his opened legs. His head was spinning. There was too much heat in that car - or was it just him? The lips devouring his own were needy. A tongue pushed into his mouth to fight with his. Sasuke closed his eyes and reached up. His fingers were tugging insistently at long black tresses. He hated himself, his own brother, and he would have given anything at that moment for time to stop and leave him in the embrace. He was disgusting. Itachi pulled away from the boy. Sasuke still clung to his hair. He was panting, his face flushed nicely. The way the pale and muscular chest heaved was too much for the older Uchiha to stand. He pulled at the shirt, indicating he wanted it off. Sasuke lifted himself up enough to remove the article of clothing insulting his aniki. He ripped it off, cursing under his breath all the while. He earned another dark laugh.

“If you don’t want anything to do with me, why are you doing this?” his brother teased.

“Sh-shut up. I don’t fucking know.”

Itachi leaned down to place soft butterfly kisses on the freshly exposed skin. He murmured something. It was too far away to understand. There was only room for the heat and lust. There was no time for words. Sasuke arched into the kisses and moaned. Hands gripped his sides as the mouth took a nipple hostage roughly. Sasuke cried out loudly. Teeth brushed the sensitive nub. His sides hurt under the pressure of the delicate fingers. His skin was on fire, he was certain of that. Sweat traveled down his bare back. Itachi moved to the neglected nipple to repeat the actions. His precious otouto squirmed beneath him. His hands released the pale hips and moved down to unbutton the pants blocking him from what he wanted. Sasuke’s stomach sunk as his fingers danced their way down. The button popped open easily. The zipper slid down. Sasuke groaned as his erection was freed of the denim. He reminded himself once more how much he hated himself, before giving over fully to the feelings attempting to sweep him away. A mouth was trailing kisses down his chest. A tongue was slicking his alabaster skin in such a way that he thought he might die on the spot if the treatment was taken away. Said tongue swirled around his belly button before finding its way to the cloth covering the most heated body part the boy owned. The mouth descended on the covered member. The boy arched up with a wild moan. Itachi pulled away enough so his mouth would still tease the boy, but not allowing the arching to force the erection any farther in.

“Patience,” he warned to deaf ears.

His own erection was painful. The look on his adorable otouto’s face really was too much. He had wanted to enjoy the boy one more time. He had only needed a little assistance in making sure the boy would enjoy it too much to stop him. He repositioned himself to tug the pants and boxers off the slight frame. The fully exposed cock was more beautiful than he remembered. It glowed its red color as it twitched at the colder air surrounding it. The pre cum glistened seductively. Itachi’s tongue flicked out to lick it clean.

“Mmm, you taste so good Sasuke-chan…,” Itachi moaned deeply.

Sasuke shifted his hips, hoping to get more of that skillful tongue on him, instead of just teasing the head. He shivered and groaned when Itachi complied. The hot mouth covered him quickly. His vision went white and he emptied himself into his brother’s mouth. He could not even manage the decency to be embarrassed. Itachi glared up at Sasuke. The semen dripped down his chin as he pulled his head back. He had not realized the boy would come so quickly. He would have been a lot more careful if he had known. He wiped his chin clean and swallowed the rest of the substance filling his mouth. Sasuke was struggling to keep his eyes open. His body was already too weak and heavy to move on its own. Itachi bent back down to lick the soft cock hard again. The poor teen was going to suffer so much before Itachi was finished with him.