What Can I Do For You?

I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it



Summary: Naruto Uzumaki is a starving art student who is rescued one night by a vampire who offers him the role of being his private blood donor in exchange for money.



Warnings: Vampires, blood sucking, cursing, humor, tiny bit of angst



Blood Banks and Ramen Noodles



Part One



Naruto Uzumaki–art student by day and blood plasma donor by night–lay on a table beneath a tree in the park staring at the heavens for some sort of divine inspiration. The lights lining the concrete paths through the trees and grass were supposed to allow for safer night time strolls. Judging by the fact that half were blown and the other half flickered with the threat of going out provided less validity to said statement concerning safety. With a city unable or unwilling to repair areas frequented by the dregs of society, the park remained a dangerous place in the still of the night.



Of course, the park was also the best place to view the stars. The city lights tended to overshadow the twinkling balls of gas long having gone extinct in the universe, but the park with its mostly faded walkway lights allowed for excellent viewing if one could get over the occasional homeless or the more frequent junkie.



It wasn’t hard for Naruto. These were his people. He’d never been a junkie, but he’d been homeless at one point. Some times on warm late summer nights such as this, he would spend his evenings outside atop the roof of his apartment building. The open air felt more like home than his small, cluttered two room apartment.



Tonight, he roamed the park for a different reason. One of his art instructors had assigned a particularly annoying assignment which would determine his pass or fail of the class. Naruto had mentally imagined every possible way of killing the man while he rattled off the assignment to a silently annoyed class. Paint, draw, sculpt, or use whatever medium you chose to express your take on your place in the universe. It could be literal or philosophical–the meaning simply needed to be evident or explainable.



So here Naruto lay, staring at the twinkling in the sky while lying across a dirty picnic table. He would need to move on soon. The later the night, the more depraved the junkies became. He groaned and thumped his head against the coarse wooden table. It didn’t help that he was so weak from having given his recent plasma donation. He would rather not donate parts of his physical person to survive, but he had to eat and plasma was an excellent bolus to his income which working in the campus bookstore did little to support him beyond housing.



His life gave new meaning to the term, starving artist. Ramen noodles were his friend. Four packets for a dollar couldn’t be beat and with four delicious flavors to choose from, he never got bored. He was only grateful of the mana that was ramen or he might have been truly fucked. Enjoying the cheap food he survived on was a blessing.



And so, laying out like an offering to the gods, Naruto continued to stare at the sky–searching for some higher meaning in his life or inspiration that would work to at least let him pass the class. He really needed to return to his apartment, but couldn’t bear to leave the quiet peacefulness surrounding him. Even the faint blaring of horns and wailing of sirens did little to distract from his current state.



“What have we hear?”



The gravelly voice broke through his lazy mind with the effectiveness of a hot knife through butter. Naruto sat up, surprised at his thoughts having been so encompassing to hide the approach of the rather beefy man. Judging from the uncovered track marks on his filth covered arms, he was some junkie looking for an easy mark to rob so to pay for the daily fix of his heroine.



“What do you want?” Naruto clenched his jaw to keep fear from surfacing in his voice. He’d been dealing with men and women like this scum for nearly the entirety of his life. Even his so called mother had been one of the dregs of society, slapping him around before finally leaving him to the mercy of the state–if one could really call the failure that was the foster care system a mercy. He was sure there were warm loving foster parents, he simply wasn’t so lucky as to be placed with one.



The man grinned, showing more missing teeth than not. “I’m gonna take any money you have.”



Naruto stood cautiously as the man approached. He could outrun him, certainly. But there was no way of knowing what weapons he had hidden on his person. The money from his donation burned in his pocket. It was his food money for the next week. Without it he wouldn’t be able to eat. “I don’t have any money,” he lied easily.



The grin only widened. “Liar. I saw you leaving the plasma place. They won’t take my blood anymore.”



The man had followed him. It was too dangerous to remain. His only choice was to make a run for it. He turned to run, only to have something hard and heavy slam into the back of his head. His mind had been so focused on the large man, he’d failed to notice the younger stranger hidden in the shadows.



Spots of blackness danced though his vision and pain erupted through his head as he crashed to the ground. He was completely at the mercy of the two. They were likely to take the very clothes from his back, such that they were and there was nothing he could do to stop him.



“He’s a looker,” leered the younger of the two. “I’m gonna have a go at him.”



“Suit yourself.” The larger dug through the pockets of the loose jeans until he had the wallet and the pitiful amount of money in his hand.



“Where’s my share?”



The larger glared at the younger. “You can have the clothes and the boy.”



A slimy tongue darted out to moisten dry cracked lips. “I want the money.”



The argument began, going back and forth. Each was willing to kill for the small pittance of money clenched in a grimy fist. Neither noticed the approach of a man through the darkness until it was too late.



“Why don’t you two stop your fighting and just hand me the money along with the boy?”



Twin bloodshot eyes shot to the stranger. “Fuck off. He’s ours. Go find your own.”



Amber eyes drifted from the two to where Naruto lay crumpled on the ground. “What if I say he’s mine?”



The larger pulled a rusted knife from his pocket and brandished the blade. “Move on, stranger.”



Lips quirked at the sight of the small blade and tongue tsked faintly. “Well, then I suppose if you won’t give him freely, I’ll take him.”



Faster than either could think let alone see, the black clad body rushed them. He moved with the fluidity of an animal–vicious and unrelenting. Claws ripped through shabby clothes and into warm flesh.



Teeth sank easily into the sweat and grime covered neck. Warm blood flowed quickly into his throat. He could taste the disease and drugs flowing through the body. Even should he live tonight, this junkie’s body would not survive out the year. The pounding heart slowed its beat before stuttering to a halt.



The heavy body was dropped to the leaf strewn ground. Swirling amber eyes turned to the second man. The other assailant, silent and terrified at the visage before him, released a soundless scream as the shadowed man prowled towards him like a tiger preparing to attack. He didn’t have time to think to run. Just as quickly as his companion was brought down, he too was devoured by the ravenous being.



Naruto watched the events through pain and hazy eyes. The darkness curling around the corner of his vision gave the scene playing out before with an almost dreamlike ethereal glow. As the monster approached him, he could see the amber eyes glowing with an unnatural light and the blood dripping from his face was thick and bright against the strangely pale skin.



Even if he’d wanted to fight, he hadn’t the strength to do so. So he allowed his body to be lifted–his mind falling blissfully into oblivion.



The darkness remained, cradling him in its warm embrace. He knew nothing other than the quiet calm it provided. He dreamed but not in the vividness of vision. There was peace and warmth. A comforting touch and soft linens beneath his body–far softer than any he owned. But as with all wonderful dreams, they must soon come to an end.



His eyes fluttered open to stare into strangely intense amber. Instinct took over. Instead of rationally trying to analyze the situation, he drew back a fist and reacted as any caged animal would. The action happened long before he could think and suddenly his fist plowed into a surprised face.



The body crashed to the floor by the bed with a grunt, his hands clutching at his profusely bleeding nose. “Fuck!”



Naruto peered over the edge of the bed, the motion of moving making his head ache and vision swim. He blinked several times to see an attractive man slumped on the hard floor, blood pouring from his nose. Strangely enough, the deep rich color of the blood matched his long hair perfectly. If he was going to escape this man’s grasp, he would need to do so now.



Naruto was on his feet, walking apparently much harder than simply laying in the soft bed. He was weaving across the room and had just reached the door when a blood stained hand flattened on the hard wood. “Is that any way to thank the person who saved your life? Do you realize I‘ll be stuck with this painful, swollen nose until tomorrow night?”



The words were strangely nasal and the stranger’s nose was already swelling comically. Naruto almost felt bad for the man…almost. “Fuck off. You probably intended to rape me or kill me. Back up or I’ll give you an eye to match the nose.”



Amber eyes blinked slowly and a deep chuckle erupted from the man’s throat. “You think you can take me on?”



“Well, I took your nose on so I figure the rest of you wouldn’t be too bad.” Naruto’s hand grappled for the knob while maintaining eye contact with his assumed captor.



The pale face took on an annoyed look. “I save you from being robbed and raped. Show some gratitude.”



“Oh? I should think you for kidnapping me? That’s a new one.” Naruto twisted the knob and swung the door open.



“I told you I didn’t kidnap you,” argued the redheaded stranger, slamming the newly opened door closed once more.



Naruto returned the glare as intently as it was leveled on him. “Then why am I here in this strange bedroom instead of in the hospital, hmm? Thought so. Kidnapper.”



The amber eyes blinked incredulously at the reasoning. “That’s your reasoning? What is wrong with you? I told you I didn’t kidnap you. You were hurt but not bad enough to require more than a bed for a few hours.”



“Liar! Look, you’re trying to keep me from leaving.” Naruto was panicking, his mind producing whatever reasoning he could as to explain his predicament.



“I just don’t want you to injure yourself by going outside in your condition.” Naruto struggled even more to open the door and pale hands were thrown up in exasperation. “Fine, leave.”



“I will.” Naruto slammed open the door and raced through the house. It wasn’t until he was standing on the cold pavement outside the townhouse did he realize he was without shoes of any sort. “Fuck me.”



A clearing of throat from behind him revealed the kidnapper dangling a pair of ragged converse from his fingers. “Missing something?”



Naruto glared at the man, pleased at how swollen and red his nose appeared under the light of the street lamp. He growled under his breath and prowled up to the steps, reaching for the dangling shoes.



They were lifted from his grip just as he reached for them. The action earned another growl from Naruto’s throat. “Give them back.”



“In exchange, I want your name.”



Naruto backed away. “No fucking way. I’m not giving you a way to track me down and murder me. I’ve seen your face.”



“Idiot.” He tossed the shoes at Naruto’s head. “I don’t need your name to track you down should I wish it.”



Naruto ducked to avoid being hit by the flying shoes. “Asshole!”



The redhead snorted and turned to reenter the house when Naruto shouted out to him. “My name is Naruto Uzumaki and don’t you forget it. If I ever see you again I’m going to report you to the police.”



The redhead stopped and glanced over his shoulder with his strangely, almost glowing eyes. “Kyuubi.”



The door shut with a snap and Naruto muttered to himself as he slid his feet into the worn sneakers. “Asshole. Who does he think he is–kidnapping me and them throwing my shoes at me?”



All the excitement had him shaky on his feet as he stood. He wobbled a bit and looked for some sort of sign to get an idea of where he was. The state of the houses on the street were much nicer than any he’d ever lived in, immediately telling him he had a long walk home if there weren’t any running buses this late.



Just as he rounded the corner of the silent street, a yellow taxi pulled up beside him. Oh how he wished he splurge on a ride home. It almost hurt to pass by.



“Hey, you…blondie.”



Naruto turned to see the driver looking annoyed. “What?”



“Get in. A taxi was called for a blond guy in jeans and a tee-shirt. That’s you. Get in,” answered the driver.



Naruto shook his head. “I don’t have the money for the fare.”



The man snorted and gestured for him to climb in. “It’s already been taken care of.”



Naruto blinked several times. A free taxi ride home? His exhausted body refused to allow him to turn down the offer though his pride smarted at the gesture. He slid easily into the back of the cab and closed his eyes while rattling off the address of his dingy little apartment.



The ride was blissfully quiet, the driver seeming to understand Naruto’s need for the wonderful silence. The ride passed quickly as Naruto dozed, his breath creating fog on the window against where his head rested. He remained still and unmoving until the breaking of the cab alerted him to having reached his destination.



He felt a twinge of guilt at not paying the man a tip of some sort but figured if the asshole could pay for the ride he could pay for the tip as well. The driver didn’t seem bothered by the lack of a tip and nodded his head to Naruto in goodbye before disappearing down the street.



Naruto sighed wearily. He felt more exhausted than he’d ever been. Already his body seemed ready to shut down and allow him to sleep where he fell.



He stumbled into his apartment and closed each of the five locks on the door before collapsing on the bed. The numbers read four-thirty. Only three hours to sleep. It seemed a crime but there was nothing he could do about it. He had three morning classes and then worked the bookstore until closing at six. Tomorrow would be a hellish day indeed.



oOo



Naruto sat brooding in the plasma donation center. He’d been wary about coming in for his weekly donation. Technically speaking, he could donate twice a week but he figured that with his busy work schedule and less than healthy eating, it would be unwise to donate more than once a week.



During the last week, he’d thought a lot about what had happened in the park. He felt partially guilty for his treatment of his rescuer. He’d been under stress and pain, not to mention suffering from the effects of a concussion. He wasn’t even sure where the man lived to go and apologize for his actions. That night was a bit of a blur, even after waking in the man’s home…Kyuubi. He said his name was Kyuubi.



“Naruto.”



Naruto glanced up at his name and smiled at the pretty nurse. She was there every week and recognized him easily. His face was rather familiar around the donation center.



“Hey, Sakura. How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in like a week though it seems like forever since I’ve seen your pretty face.” Naruto was a shameless flirt when it came to pretty girls. His door swung both ways and he always welcomed the attention of pretty women. They were soft and caring and just plain wonderful.



“Flattery will get you nowhere with me.” She batted lightly at his arm though a blush was beginning to stain her cheeks. “Take these forms and fill them out while you wait. We’re a little backed up today but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get in before closing.”



“Thanks Sakura. I’ll just work on my homework while I wait. It’s no biggie.” Naruto began answering the questionnaire, knowing the questions by heart after so many visits.



He felt the brush of fabric as someone sat next to him. He hated that. People always sat next to him and then expected him to listen to their troubles. It was frustrating. Sakura told him he had one of those earnest faces. He wasn’t sure he believed her.



“See, I told you I could find you even without your name.”



Naruto went stiff and glanced up in the direction of the voice. Sitting there grinning toothily was Kyuubi. He looked different without his nose swollen and misshapen. The long red hair was tied at the base of his neck and his amber eyes gleamed with amusement.



“Yeah well…” Naruto mumbled and glanced at the other. “What do you want? You want an apology or something?”



Kyuubi’s lips quirked and he glanced at the questionnaire in Naruto’s lap. “Actually, I have a business proposition for you.”



Naruto’s eyes widened and he stared at the man as if he’d grown a second head. What the hell sort of proposition could he have for him? It had better not involve sex. The man might be hot, but Naruto had standards.



“What is it?” he asked cautiously.



“Can we go elsewhere to talk?”



Naruto looked at him incredulously. “Fuck no. Other than the fact that I’m not giving up my spot and money, there is no way I’d go anywhere with a kidnapper…even if you were only helping me.”



Kyuubi chuckled dryly. “How much do you receive for your time here?”



“Two hundred dollars,” Naruto lied thinking it would send him elsewhere.



Kyuubi didn’t bat an eye as he withdrew a wallet from a pocket in his jacket and produced two crisp hundred dollar bills. “Do I have your attention now?”



Naruto blinked at the greenbacks. They called to him just as his cup ramen did in the morning. Denying himself the pleasure of their touch was a crime in itself. He snatched the money from Kyuubi’s hand and glanced towards where Sakura was helping one of the clients in the waiting room fill out the paperwork. “Hey Sakura, I’ve changed my mind. No donation today.”



“Naruto?” She looked at him oddly but he was already being led out the door on the arm of Kyuubi.



“Dude, I’m not some blind person you need to lead around by the arm.” Naruto jerked his arm from Kyuubi. “Just so you know, I don’t fuck for money. I didn’t do it when I lived on the streets and I don’t do it now.”



Naruto paused for a moment, cocking his head to the side. “That includes hand jobs, blow jobs, frotting, and fingering.”



Kyuubi looked decidedly unimpressed. “If I needed the services of a courtesan, I would go to a professional.”



“You saying I don’t know how to give a good fuck?” Naruto glared angrily at the man who simply smirked.



“I didn’t say anything.” Kyuubi moved towards the waiting car and opened the door. “Get in. I’ll take you to dinner and describe what I would require of you.”



Naruto sniffed indignantly and slipped into the back of the car, followed by Kyuubi who turned to him. “Where would you like to eat?”



Naruto thought long about it. He could name off some expensive places just for spite, but in the end he only wanted one place. It was his mana. It made the cup and block ramen he kept in his apartment look and taste like nothing but cardboard. He couldn’t in good conscious choose some steak place over Ichiraku Ramen.



“Ichiraku Ramen.” He could already feel his mouth beginning to water at the thought of having the delicious broth and noodles running down his throat. He was only able to splurge on Ichiraku two or three times a year but each time was heaven. His stomach rumbled loudly and he flushed slightly.



Kyuubi rolled his eyes slightly and nodded to the driver who took them through the city streets and stopped outside a slightly rundown building in a middle class neighborhood. The two stepped from the vehicle and entered the establishment.



Small tables were scattered about the room and a mouthwatering fragrance drifted from the kitchen. Naruto’s idea of heaven was this place. He would rather die before giving up ramen.



“Naruto? It’s been a while, my boy.” The old man finished setting down a customer’s order and went to pat Naruto on the back.



Naruto flushed and shifted under the affection. “Yeah, times have been hard.”



The owner nodded his head and gestured for the two to take a seat. “What can I get for you, Naruto? The usual?”



Naruto glanced at Kyuubi who was settling back comfortably in his chair. “He can have whatever he likes.”



Naruto’s eyes lit up. “Anything?”



Kyuubi smirked and nodded. “Anything.”



Naruto grinned like a kid in a candy shop. “A bowl of teriyaki beef ramen, a bowl of miso ramen, and a bowl of shrimp and crab ramen.”



Kyuubi lifted a brow at the large order. “Hungry?”



“I’m always hungry for ramen. Ichiraku’s is the best ramen in the world. I cherish every visit. You should try the seafood or beef teriyaki ramen. They are awesome.” Naruto rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the meal soon to come.



“I’ll pass. I’ve already dined this evening. Just bring me a glass of water.” Kyuubi glanced at Naruto who was practically bouncing in his seat in excitement. “About my proposition…”



Naruto stopped his fidgeting and glanced at Kyuubi. Oh. He remembered now. Crossing his arms, he glared across the table. “What is it?”



“I suffer from a rare disorder. It requires me to receive frequent blood transfusions. Sadly, I’m quiet particular of who I receive these donations from. Call it a quirk of the rich. My last donor moved onto other things and I find myself in need of a replacement.” Kyuubi explained though it was obvious he wasn’t exactly being truthful.



“So what? I come visit you once a month? I mean, I can only donate every 6 weeks so…” Naruto scrunched his nose in consideration. It would free up a tremendous amount of time. Giving plasma every week took at least two hours per visit.



Kyuubi’s smirk turned a bit devious. “Oh, this isn’t like blood donation. I require a ‘dose’ every day.”



Naruto opened his mouth to dispute the possibility when his companion grinned and showed off his quite large canines which until that moment had been hidden. “You’re shitting me? You’re one of those crazy fuckers?”



Kyuubi arched a brow. “Excuse me?”



“Those people that like to think they’re vampires. They like pricking fingers and sucking blood, have fangs put in, and sleep in coffins. Like I said, crazy fuckers.” Naruto looked pointedly at Kyuubi.



Before Kyuubi could explain, the three bowls of steaming ramen were placed before Naruto. The man looked as if he’d just died and gone to heaven. He didn’t give pause before digging into the closest bowl with as much gusto as Kyuubi had ever seen in his considerably long life.



“I’m not joking,” he said seriously.



Naruto gave him a disbelieving glance but didn’t provide a retort as his mouth was constantly being filled with ramen.



Kyuubi sighed heavily. “Fine I’ll explain the details of your position and you may make your decision as you see fit.”



“Every day my driver will pick you up from your home or school, whichever is more convenient and bring you to my home. You will feed me, I will pay you and then my driver will take you home. Easy enough.” Kyuubi smirked and waited until Naruto was in the process of swallowing. “I’ll pay you a thousand dollars a week.”



The effect was just as he’d hoped. Naruto promptly began to choke on his ramen. He reached for his soda and downed it in a large gulp. “Are you fucking serious? You’ll pay me a thousand dollars a week to prick my finger and act like a vampire? Seriously? What’s the downside? There‘s a downside isn‘t there?”



Kyuubi shrugged nonchalantly. “No downside. Well…almost no downside. My feeding from you will give you a burst of energy. I suppose our saliva has a type of stimulant similar to epinephrine. You’ll likely develop an erection that has nothing to do with your level of attraction to me. It will also mark your blood so my kind will stay clear of you. The downside will come in that you’ll need to eat to replenish what I take which is surprisingly less than what humans take at donation.”



Naruto snickered and nodded as if understanding. “Yeah, whatever. You want to prick my finger, suck it for a minute or two and then send me on my merry way. Listen, for a grand a week, you can do what you want as long as it doesn’t kill me.”



“Still not a believer, I see?” Kyuubi shrugged and pulled a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and placed it on the table as Naruto finished the last of the broth in his third bowl. “Come with me.”



Naruto eyed the money. It was far more than the cost of the meal. “Hey, what about the change?”



“Consider any remaining a tip.” Kyuubi led Naruto back to the waiting car and shoved him unceremoniously inside.



“Hey, asshole. You don’t have to be rude about it.” Naruto was attempting to right himself and secure the seatbelt when Kyuubi crawled inside and took his place atop him. With a smirk, he lowered his lips to Naruto’s neck and swiped his tongue over the visible flesh.



Naruto moaned low in his throat and shuddered at the touch. “What do you…think you’re doing? I said no sex.”



Kyuubi nipped at the skin, bringing just the faintest bit of blood to the surface. “I’m not fucking you.”



He’d fed earlier so there was no need to do more than prove a point. His teeth sank into the warm skin of the throat and Naruto went rigid beneath him. There was a quiet moment before the struggling began.



“Ow, fuck! Get off. Jesus did you bite me?”



Instead of pulling back and releasing Naruto, Kyuubi gave an experimental suck and pulled some of the warm liquid into his mouth. Heat rushed into Naruto like a freight train. He released a garbled cry and arched into the touch.



Kyuubi chuckled lightly against the skin and swiped at the mark with his tongue to encourage healing before sitting back and sighing. “You taste good. I was correct in choosing you, though your mouth could be put to better use.”



Naruto sat up ready to punch the asshole’s lights out when he froze and glanced down at his lap. He’d never had an erection that hard. His heart was pounding in his chest as if he’d run a marathon–an equal pounding occurring in his trousers. “What the fuck?”



“Hmm, oh the feeling of heart racing will pass in a few minutes…that…well, you’ll need to take care of that or it will persist for a bit longer.” Kyuubi licked his lips, savoring the last taste of Naruto from the skin.



“You slipped me something.”



Kyuubi rolled his eyes. “You’re hopeless. Do you want the position or not? It’s your choice. I can look elsewhere for my donor.”



Naruto fumed for several moments. A thousand dollars a week was more than most people made at a full time job. It was crazy. He could get a better apartment, pay off the school loans, and get the XBOX360 he’d been drooling over for the last year. Fuck it. For a thousand bucks a week, he’d suck the man’s dick…though he would never tell him so. “Fine. But no funny business.”



Kyuubi smirked triumphantly. “I wouldn’t dream about it.”



And so began Naruto Uzumaki’s life as a blood donor for the vampire Kyuubi.





Part Two



Naruto yawned and stretched his arms above his head. He’d arranged for Kyuubi’s driver to pick him up after assisting with closing of the bookstore. By the time the car arrived at Kyuubi’s townhouse, it would be most likely be long past sunset.



He snorted loud enough to draw the attention of his manager who shot him a curious look which he shrugged off with a grin. Who would have ever thought he would be the blood donor of some vampire wannabe? Granted, he had to give the guy credit. He pulled out all the stops, including drugging him with a stimulant and bruising the hell out of his neck. He’d actually had to wear a high collared shirt to school to hide the massive hickey gracing his neck. Not that he cared, but a hickey that big drew attention and questions he’d rather not deal with.



“What’s up with you?” Karin asked with an arched brow.



Naruto shrugged his shoulders and arched his back with a series of loud pops. “Nothing. I just got a new job that pays well. I thought about quitting this one but figured what the hell, I got nothing better to do.”



“Good, because I don’t want to have to train anyone new.” Karin set about counting the change in the register while Naruto began putting away disarrayed books and supplies.



“All that’s left is counting the money. Go on and leave, Naruto. I’ll finish up here.” Karin waved off the unspoken offer of help and sent Naruto on his way.



He couldn’t deny that he was excited. He only hoped the ass didn’t go through the motions of using that stimulant on him again. He hadn’t been kidding when he said the hard-on could last for hours. He’d laid in bed for three hours with a boner before finally giving in and jerking off. Even then it only partially deflated. Whatever he’d given him must have been derived from Viagra for him to be pitching a tent for that long.



The money he would receive from this ‘job’ would allow him to relax and finally have a chance to enjoy life. It was long over do. Now he just had to go through the motions of actually letting the dick suck on his finger for a few minutes. Much better than the two hours of plasma donation, that was for damn sure.



Rubbing his palms together, he grinned upon seeing the black sedan waiting for him with driver standing on the curb–bored expression gracing what little of his face Naruto could see over the rim of the book he was reading. He recognized the driver from when Kyuubi had proposed his offer. “This my ride?”



“Yes, sir. I’m to take you to Master Kyuubi.” The door to the car was opened and Naruto slid into the cool leather interior.



Naruto felt like a celebrity being chauffeured to some snazzy party. It was okay to dream. In a side thought, he figured he should probably have asked for a clean bill of health from the man before agreeing. The money had blinded him to any other thoughts but now that the excitement had calmed, he wondered about how this relationship would affect his health. “He better not have any communicable diseases,” he muttered.



There was a bit of a garbled chuckle from the driver making Naruto lean over the seat to glare at him. “He doesn’t, does he?”



“No sir. Master Kyuubi doesn’t have any disease known to man.” The driver smirked a little, glancing at Naruto through his one visible eye–the other covered by an eye patch.



“He better not or I’m coming back and kicking your ass.” Naruto released a huff and settled back into his seat.



This time the chuckle fully escaped the driver. “I’ll take that into consideration, sir.”



Naruto sniffed but remained quiet through the remainder of the surprisingly short ride. The neighborhood looked even better during the fading afternoon light. There were actual flower beds arranged on the walkway at varying intervals. The only thing on Naruto’s street was a lone tree that looked to be on its last leg of life.



The car door was opened and Naruto stepped from the vehicle while glancing around the area. “Lucky bastard.”



“Hello Naruto.”



Naruto glanced up at the front door of the attractive townhouse opened just as the sun dipped over the horizon. “Sup. Do your neighbors know you’re a vampire?”



Kyuubi rolled his eyes and stepped back to allow Naruto into his townhouse. “They’ve yet to show up at my doorstep wielding pitchforks and torches.”



Naruto snickered under his breath. “I’ll take that as a no.”



Kyuubi showed off a toothy grin and gestured for Naruto follow him into the kitchen. “I’ve taken the liberty of having the kitchen stocked with food you might like. Can I fix you something?”



“You can cook? I thought the liquid diet thing would keep you from developing that particular talent.”



Kyuubi began pulling several vegetables from the refrigerator along with oil and a few pieces of prime meat. “Stir fry?”



Naruto shrugged and settled on one of the stools to watch the man work. His hands moved with deft ease–slicing and dicing the vegetables like a professional chef. “You sure you’re a vampire?”



Kyuubi shot him a glare but continued to cook until he placed a plate of steaming meat and veggies on a plate and set it before the blond. “I expect you to eat better. You can do so either here or at home but you need at least two decent meals a day. Those sodium death traps you use for food won’t do at all. Your blood literally tasted like salt. It‘s not healthy for you or me.”



“Well, I couldn’t afford anything better before and there is nothing wrong with ramen. It’s the best food in the world!” Naruto said around the food he was rapidly stuffing into his mouth.



“Chew with your mouth closed.” Kyuubi wrinkled his nose before continuing. “I didn’t say it wasn’t tasty. Just try to use it in moderation with proper meat, vegetables, and dairy.”



Naruto waved his hand in the air in acknowledgement before swallowing the large bolus in his mouth. “Yeah, yeah. So…”



“So?”



“So, I’d appreciate you not leaving a monster sized hickey on my neck again and lay off the Viagra. I didn’t appreciate the boner.” Naruto flushed a bit in the face, making Kyuubi chuckle at the faint traces of embarrassment.



“There isn’t much I can do for the erection that you would appreciate. I told you it was part of the deal. But I’ll try not to use your neck exclusively.” Kyuubi placed Naruto’s plate in the sink and turned to him, leaning against the marble counter. The jeans and tee-shirt seemed to take away from the whole vampirey thing. He looked like an ordinary man in his twenties.



Naruto looked at him with a disgruntled expression on his face. Well, for a thousand bucks a week, he supposed that would have to do. “Okay, but no more giant hickeys where everyone can stare. I’m not all that fond of turtle neck clothes.”



Kyuubi nodded his understanding and pushed away from the counter before prowling towards Naruto. “Shall we?”



Naruto licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed. “What? Now?”



Dimples appeared on each side of Kyuubi’s lips and his eyes took on an almost predatorily gleam. “Why not?”



Naruto shuddered at the touch of a cool hand on his arm. Fingers teased along the skin, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the curve of his arm. A black nail ran along the visible veins, pausing and glancing at Naruto through the fringe of his hair. “Here?”



Naruto stared mesmerized by the man. What happened to finger pricking? He opened his mouth but was unable to verbalize the retort. He merely nodded to Kyuubi who released a low almost purr and lowered his lips to the skin. His tongue began to stroke over the tender skin, making Naruto suddenly very hard.



“Uhh, wasn’t…that is…I’m hard. That’s supposed to come after the bite? Seriously, you don’t have to drug my food. I…I’ll pretend to be aroused.” Naruto’s eyes were wide and his pupils dilated.



Kyuubi smiled and sat back. “I won’t hurt you and I’m not drugging you. Any reaction you’re having now is your own doing.”



Naruto glanced down at the jutting from his pants with horror. “No it’s not.”



Kyuubi sighed and drew Naruto’s arm up to his lips. “You’ll soon learn the difference.”



His teeth sank into the flesh and Naruto yelped and jerked but was unable to free himself from Kyuubi’s teeth. He groaned clamped his eyes shut, hoping and praying that the bite wouldn’t scar. Then came the gentle sucking and lapping of tongue–almost in apology from the pain he’d inflicted earlier. It felt nice. Actually, it felt better than nice. A warm heat was beginning to rush through his bloodstream with every gentle suck.



Naruto’s eyes cracked open and he saw a sight which awed and aroused him beyond anything he’d ever felt. The look of abject pleasure on Kyuubi’s face at the slow flow of blood from the wound was something out of fantasies. Gone was the determined look of power and replaced by a look of lust and desire.



A small trickle of blood dripped down towards Naruto’s wrist, soon followed by Kyuubi’s tongue in a gentle swipe. The sight and feel made Naruto light headed in such a way that had nothing to do with the loss of blood. It was both erotic and grotesque. How could someone derive pleasure from performing such an act? It gave pause to wonder–how deviant was he to receive pleasure from it?



Kyuubi purred a sigh and sat back from the wound. His tongue stroked over the bite marks at the curve of Naruto’s elbow and before his eyes they healed to leave only a dark purple bruise. “Delicious if a bit salty.”



“You’re really…a…a…vampire.” Naruto stared at his arm. There was blood. He’d seen it. He’d felt the pain of teeth sinking into his arm. No. It wasn’t possible but he’d witnessed it before his eyes. This beautiful creature was what he said, a vampire. Panic and awe warred with each other for dominance in his brain.



“I told you I was.” Kyuubi licked his lips, savoring the last taste of blood from them.



Naruto groaned at the sight of Kyuubi licking his lips. It made him wonder just how Kyuubi looked when licking cum from those same lips. “Oh, fuck me.”



Kyuubi glanced at him through hooded eyes. “Well if you’re sure.”



Naruto’s eyes widened and he stood quickly, backing against the wall with such a force he knocked a picture from its place in the process. “No…I mean, I didn’t…oh fuck…”



Kyuubi smirked and sucked a finger into his mouth as he approached Naruto. “Didn’t you? I distinctly heard fuck you.”



Naruto’s body screamed at him for even considering not taking Kyuubi up on the obvious offer. “I need to go.”



Naruto rushed away from the approaching man as fast as he could or as fast as he could with the rock hard boner coming out of his body. He pushed the discomfort aside and hobbled for the door with a quickness. The gray haired driver was still sitting in the car reading his book and munching on some cookies when he reached the vehicle. Wrenching open the door, he lunged into the car. “Drive. For fuck’s sake, drive.”



A dark eye glared at him over the seat before sighing. “Why couldn’t you be like the last one? At least he was much more calm about it.”



“The last one?” asked Naruto, more calm now that the car was in motion.



“Yeah, he was a pleasant guy. Went and got married; Master Kyuubi refuses to take blood from involved people,” answered the driver.



Naruto gaped at the man. “You know he’s a…?”



“Vampire? Of course. I’ve been with him since I was eighteen. My blood isn’t good for him or I’d be his donor. I have an odd antibody which reacts badly with him. Or so he says.”



“Just hurry. He might come after me.” Naruto kept glancing back towards the disappearing visual of the townhouse.



“If Master Kyuubi wanted to come after you. I’m sure he would and my driving would do little to prevent that.”



Naruto nodded weakly and stared out the window as the apartments and streets became less and less pleasant. He winced as the car was pulled in front of his building. Compared to what he’d just come from, the place looked as if it should be condemned. It probably should be.



“I’ll pick you up at the same time tomorrow. If you decide not to donate any longer, please be polite and inform Master Kyuubi so he can procure the services of another donor.”



Naruto nodded weakly. “Thank you…uhh, what is your name again?”



The visible eye twinkled. “Kakashi Hatake. But you may call me Kakashi.”



“Uhh, thanks Kakashi.” Naruto moved to exit the vehicle when a hand grabbed his arm in an unrelenting grip. “Hey!”



“I would advise you not to hurt Master Kyuubi. He likes this city and it would hurt him to have to move because you fear what he is. He hasn’t hurt anyone in a long time and you would do well to remember that.” Kakashi squeezed the arm faintly before releasing Naruto.



The words stung. Partially because Kakashi seemed to think Naruto was heartless and partially because despite his fear, he didn’t want anyone else providing for Kyuubi. Unable to sort through his emotions, Naruto rushed from the car and into his apartment building, nearly tripping over the homeless drunk sleeping in the stoop. He didn’t stop moving until he was locking all of the locks on his door and slumping against the stained wood.



Now in the comfort of the familiar, his heart began to slow and his body to relax. His mind spun with what he’d seen. Kyuubi was a real vampire, not one of those finger sucking geeks who liked to play pretend. It was unbelievable yet he had the bruise on his arm to testify to it.



Glancing down at the tent created from his loose jeans, he whined. And the erection. “Fuck!”



oOo



Naruto sat awake the entire night staring at his raging hard on. It was so tempting, standing at attention with the hopes of a little pat of affection. In the end, he gave into the need. He’d heard erections lasting more than four hours could cause damage to the veins and capillaries inside the cock. That could mean no more erections…ever. Or at least that’s what the Viagra commercials always implied. So, he gave in.



The orgasm helped, but didn’t do much to the spinning in his mind. Large bags of gray lined his eyes come morning, making his morning classes all the more torturous before reporting in for work in the bookstore. Karin gaped at him but didn’t say anything as he took it upon himself to reorganize the stock room so not to be seen in the store unless needed. Looking like that, he might scare away the potential customers.



When closing time came around, he was still holed away in the storage. Karin had already counted the money and was ready to lock up, all that remained was Naruto leaving. “Naruto? It’s time to lock up.”



“I don’t want to leave.” Naruto glanced up from where he was seated in one of the chairs arranged for the employees during breaks.



“If this is a plea for overtime, it falls on deaf ears.” She crossed her arms and glared at him over the rim of her glasses.



Naruto shook his head. “He’s out there.”



Her eyes narrowed. “Who?”



“Kakashi,” he whispered. “He’s going to take me to be eaten alive.”



“Moron.” She turned and stomped to the window and there sat the gray haired driver from the previous day, nonchalantly reading his book while waiting for Naruto. “Do you want me to tell him to go away? Or call campus police?”



Naruto walked reluctantly from the back. “No…”



“The what the fuck is the matter?”



Naruto sighed heavily. He could tell her he was the food source for a vampire but she would only laugh and then punch him for being an idiot. “Nothing, I guess. If I don’t come into work tomorrow…I’m leaving all my ramen to Chouji.”



“Idiot. Get some sleep tonight. You look like death warmed over. You need to take care of yourself if you plan on being a groomsman in Sasuke’s and my wedding.” Her eyes took on a dreamy tone.



Naruto blinked several times, staring at the woman as if she’d grown another head. “Doesn’t he have a restraining order on you?”



She snorted and glared. “I’m wearing him down. By the time you get pretty again, he’ll be mine and we’ll be together.”



Naruto laughed nervously and edged for the door. Kakashi and Kyuubi were a sight bit safer than Karin when it came to Sasuke, and Naruto wasn’t about to be the one to break the news to her that Sasuke was as queer as a two dollar bill. He’d let her find that out on her own if Sasuke ever lifted the restraining order, that was.



He trudged from the store and settled into the car. Kakashi hummed the song playing on the radio under his breath and left Naruto to his thoughts. As they pulled in front of the house, Kyuubi was once more standing in greeting in the door.



“Welcome back, Naruto. I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Kyuubi gestured for Naruto to enter his home and once more lead him to the kitchen where the smell of food slammed into his nose with the force of a mach truck.



“It smells good,” he acknowledged and settled into one of the chairs.



“Vegetable soup.” Kyuubi set a bowl of the thick soup before Naruto and settled in front of him with a glass of red wine, or at least he hoped it was red wine.



Kyuubi noticed the glance at his glass and smirked. “It’s wine. Solid food doesn’t sit well on my stomach.”



Naruto relaxed a little. “The whole liquid diet thing?”



The smirk widened. “Something like that. How is the food?”



“It’s good.” Naruto ate another spoonful. “But it’s not ramen.”



“God, I hope not.” Kyuubi drained the glass of wine in a single gulp and turned to pour another glass before glancing at Naruto with intense amber eyes.



Naruto shifted under the vampire’s gaze before speaking, swiping his hand around the kitchen. “Why do you do this?”



“Cook for you?”



Naruto nodded and Kyuubi heaved a sigh. “I miss food. I miss cooking and tasting. Vampires always miss things and it’s different for each person. Some miss the sun and the beach, others the effect of alcohol. I miss food. I like watching you eat and enjoy the food I prepared. That enjoyment is transferred to your blood.”



“Oh.” Naruto glanced down at his empty bowl of soup.



“Don’t worry, Naruto. I don’t expect you to fully understand.” Kyuubi stood and like the previous night, he placed the dirtied dish in the sink along with his empty glass of wine. “I’d like to try something with you tonight. If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again. I’m bothered by how tired you look. I know the reason you’re not sleeping.”



Naruto bristled at the comment. “What do you know? For all you know I spent the night with some hot partner and we didn’t get much sleep.”



Kyuubi grinned and lifted a hand to run over Naruto’s cheek. “Alas you did not. I would smell them on you.”



Naruto crossed his arms and huffed. “Well, I could have.”



Kyuubi settled on the sofa in a comfortable living room. The entire house was comfortable. Some areas were displaying rare and expensive antiques but for the most part, the house exuded comfort. The living room was no different.



He patted the soft sofa and waiting until Naruto approached cautiously. “I think that you are having trouble willingly taking care of the problem caused by my saliva entering the punctures.”



“No shit,” Naruto muttered as he sat down.



Kyuubi grinned, obviously happy with Naruto’s admission. “I’ve decided to help you out with it. Of course, if you don’t like it, I’ll bow to your wishes and trust you to handle it yourself. If your health deteriorates, I can’t use you as a donor.”



“Help me how?” Naruto asked though he knew good and well what helping him would entail and his body was fully willing to participate in the helping in any way it could, most evidently by standing at attention in his pants.



Kyuubi ran a hand down Naruto’s chest and placed his hand over the rise in his crotch. “This way. It has been a while since I had any desire to help out my donors. You’re quite interesting, Naruto Uzumaki. You’ve caught my attention and that’s very hard for a human to do in any sense other than sustenance.”



“Should I be flattered?” asked Naruto “Or offended that you thought of me as only food?”



Kyuubi shrugged his shoulders and began undoing the buttons on Naruto’s pants. “It’s me who should be flattered.”



Kyuubi’s grin widened as Naruto’s erection popped out of his pants. Naruto flushed. He was big, not freakishly big or so big it was disturbing to his partners but a noticeable length and width. Most of his partners, both male and female thought his size was fitting. He didn’t dispute them. He’d always made guys in the locker room jealous in high school. That alone made those four years a bearable endeavor.



“I’m pleased with this Naruto. Would you like to know why?” Kyuubi apparently loved taunting Naruto with both word and touch. The brush of the fingers along his erection was pure torture.



Naruto merely pressed his head back into the sofa and clenched his eyes closed. “No.”



“I’m pleased because it means I can feed from your shaft.”



There was a long and silent pause before Naruto was on his feet and shakily tucking himself futilely back into his pants. “There is no, and I mean no, fucking way you are getting anywhere near this baby with your teeth. Jeez! Absolutely not.”



No way. Not in a million years. What if he bit it off? Could it be reattached? There was that Bobbit woman and he thought they’d reattached the man’s dick but still, did it even work right after that. Naruto shuddered and petted his still very hard boner. Apparently the message of teeth hadn’t reached the very small brain in his dick.



Kyuubi sat back and crossed his legs, his face not looking the least bit bothered by Naruto’s vehement denial. “I can promise the best orgasm of your life.”



“No way. Do you realize you could damage me for life? I could be impotent.” Naruto’s face began to pale at the thought and Kyuubi kicked out a leg so that the toe of his shoe connected with Naruto’s shin.



“Ow!” screeched Naruto, falling on the sofa as he clutched at his leg. “That fucking hurt.”



“Poor baby,” snorted Kyuubi. “I suppose that means I have to make it better.”



Naruto found his pants open once more and his eyes wide. Kyuubi didn’t waste any time. Apparently the man was really hungry because the moment he lowered his lips to the amazingly still hard flesh, his teeth sunk in.



The pain was probably more acute than before but instead of growing soft, he became harder. Then the sucking. God the sucking.



Then the coming.



Naruto was loathe to admit it, but it was probably the best orgasm of his life. Kyuubi was an ass. But he gave an amazing blow job…or well, whatever it was he gave.



Naruto lay panting on the sofa while Kyuubi knelt over him. A few drops of blood spilled across his lips and chin along with a bit of semen. He smirked at Naruto who was unable to do more than lay there limply.



“See…not so bad, and look no erection.” Kyuubi seemed satisfied with himself and the outcome.



Naruto was embarrassed. He felt like a novice in Kyuubi’s presence and the asshole was just that, an asshole. Of course, if he could get a blow job like that everyday, well…he could deal with Kyuubi. Maybe they could have a working relationship after all. He wouldn’t look past what they had but he found himself becoming attached to the vampire.



“You’re awfully quiet, Naruto. What’s on your mind?” Kyuubi asked as he cleaned the last of the blood and cum from his face.



“I was just thinking you’re an asshole.”



Kyuubi grinned, looking more animal than man. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it but I think you’ll learn soon enough. I’ll see you tomorrow, Naruto.”



Naruto sighed and fastened his pants. Yes, he was right. Kyuubi was an asshole who wouldn’t fix him ramen and forced him to eat healthy for a thousand dollars a week. Maybe later he would attempt to think more on the issue of his emotions.



“Naruto,” Kyuubi called from the stairs as Naruto was making his way to the foyer.



“What?” He just wanted to get out.



Kyuubi leaned against the railing so that his hair flowed down around his face in a curtain of red. “You taste good. And that part of you like to be salty.”



Almost instantly the formerly sated and thankfully calm part of his body reared its head…literally. The erection was back in full force and didn’t show any signs of leaving. “Fuck you! I’m not coming back.”



Kyuubi merely laughed and disappeared up the stairs. Of course, Naruto would be back. He would always come back, like a moth to the flame. He would be the vampire Kyuubi’s blood donor. He would come back even if there was no money to be offered.



Suddenly he knew what he would paint for his project. He wouldn’t paint the universe or something theological. His fingers itched for the brush between them.



Each day he returned to Kyuubi and each night he painted. Their bond grew stronger and stronger to the point where Naruto couldn’t imagine his life without the vampire. They were bound together through a bond of blood and mutual desire.



When the end of the semester drew near, he placed his canvas before the class and unveiled his work. A crimson haired demon crouched before their eyes, fire leaping in the background and chain around his neck seemed to fall and led towards the audience.



“Well, Mr. Uzumaki, tell us how this represents your place in the universe.” The teacher seemed almost bored after so may presentations which seemed almost cookie cutter images of each other.



Naruto grinned. “Well, he has me by the dick but I have him by the neck.”



The professor sat forward with a frown. “Who, Mr. Uzumaki?”



“My new boyfriend.”



The professor rolled his eyes and marked the grade in his notebook before standing. “I’ll review the pieces later and give you your final grade during the next class.”



The class grumbled but left quickly, leaving only Naruto and Sasuke. “I didn’t realize you were seeing anyone, moron.”



Naruto stuck his tongue out in Sasuke’s direction. “I don’t have to tell you everything, Sasuke.”



“What’s so good about him that I’m lacking?” asked Sasuke.



They’d dated for a while but it felt better just to be friends. Naruto liked Sasuke better when he wasn’t a boyfriend. He was less of an asshole.



Naruto grinned widely and tucked his hands into his pocket as they walked out of class together. “He gives fucking amazing blowjobs.”



Naruto laughed loudly at the look on Sasuke’s face. He wished he owned a camera because if a picture was worth a thousand words, the look on Sasuke’s face would be a novel. Maybe he would introduce Sasuke to Kyuubi and ask him if he had any single vampire friends. It really was a shame Sasuke had to miss out on the amazing blow jobs a vampire could give. Naruto was suddenly very glad for the class assignment. It had been the catalyst that sent him on the path to find a strange but amazing relationship with an asshole vampire. Life was good.



The End