Apple Smirnoff

He grins at her as she pushes him backwards, deciding to let her have some fun before he returns to his earlier actions, but every part of him is frozen solid when she slices her finger. Blue eyes flash hungrily at the sight of the crimson, life-giving liquid running out of her wound. Instantly, the bulge in his pants and the view he's getting of up her skirt are both ignored. 

Any sense of reason he had before about hiding any peculiar habits was quickly thrown out the window as he felt the hunger taking over. A strong hand darts out towards her and grabs her wrist almost roughly, pulling it and her with it closer to him as he sits up and licks his lips wickedly. He had gone too long without feeding, which was always a mistake, even more so after meeting this female.

“Ow,” she whines, about to suck the blood off her fingertip but its jerked from her as a hand grips her wrist tightly and tugs her close, practically pulling her to sit in a lap. “I'm fi...” she whispers thinking he was worried about her, but stops short at the way he licked his lips, hungry blue eyes locked on the blood on her finger. Was it normal to have a blood fetish? She knew most people didn't mind it in the hospital, but the way he's practically shuddering at the sight...

His other arm wraps around her back and holds her in place rather tightly as he pulls her to sit in his lap sideways. With an almost violent motion, he tugs her injured finger towards his lips as drops of blood drip to the bed, his clothing, and her bare legs as the quickness of the motion makes their bodies jerk around a bit.

She squirms a little in his lap when his arm wraps around her, pinning her to her spot and not allowing any movement. Wide green eyes watch as he pulls the wrist in his grip closer to his mouth, wincing at the hold he has on her. He wasn't so gentle anymore, and she can see the predator that had shown himself at the club coming back to greet her. And why did she get a thrill from such a look? He was enraptured with the way the thick crimson fluid was trickling out of the wound, and gathering where it started.

Finally, he wraps his lips around the wounded digit, sucking fiercely at the warm, sticky liquid. Blue eyes close tightly as he savors the taste, letting the salty substance drip down his throat. A reddening tongue swirls around the finger several times making sure that not a single drop escapes. A pleasurable hum starts to develop as he continues sucking, relishing her taste which seems to be the best he's had in years, maybe ever.

There's something warm that spills across her legs, but it's forgotten when his mouth wraps around the bleeding finger and sucks violently. It hurts and she cries out, trying to push him away but he's the stronger of the two. Keeping her pinned as he continues to nurse from her finger, she watches him with still wide eyes and as her finger starts to pale.

Her teeth grit as she wraps her index and thumb around the knuckle of the finger he's sucking at, trying to stop the blood flow. What in the hell was he? How could he get so much blood out of such a small cut?

Naruto can feel new, invigorating life creep back into his limbs as he drinks from the small wound. He sucks more fervently than before as the blood begins to clot and the bleeding begins to slow, cheeks shifting inward with each violent inhale. If it wasn't enough that she seemed to drive him crazy with her personality and body, her taste was more satisfying than any other female he had ever drank from. 

He had to have more, much more.

A low growl rumbles from his chest as the blood flow stems even more and he flashes another hungry look at her wide, emerald eyes. Blue eyes are even brighter now with his small meal seemingly making them glow. His lips pull back revealing sharpened canines as he slides her finger from his mouth and begins licking up and down the side of it, catching any small drops that had managed to slide down that far from earlier. 

More.

He gives her a violent buck of his hips as his head runs down her arm, licking and sucking at small spots where he notices a blemish of blood. His eye catches more crimson stains on her legs and he burys his face in one of her thighs, sucking violently at the almost dried liquied there. A wicked, toothy grin spreads across his face as he growls again into the flesh of her thigh, craning his neck to lap up a small spot on her inner thigh.

She gasps, whimpers, and her hips jerk.

He wanted more.

With a swift motion his face is inches from hers. The hand holding her in place falls back slightly, pulling her with it and exposing her vulnerable throat. He rushes to the spot, mouthing over it several times and finding his favorite spot, right next to one of the main arteries. Lips pull back once more and sharpened teeth rest on the one of the most vulnerable spots on her body.

She must have imagined it, but she could've sworn that his canines were much sharper than what could be natural. There's another sting on her lips and she realized she's bitten so hard into her lip, she's torn the skin. Great, just what she needs. The blood fetish guy didn't need anymore, so she sucks on it herself, the metallic taste making her brows knit together. How could he like such a thing? It tasted like she had decided to lick an iron pole.

Body tensing underneath his, her fists clench when she feels the same sharp teeth she thought she had imagined from earlier press into the creamy flesh of her column. Her chest heaves, and she feels like a deer caught in headlights or a prey finally cornered by the predator. She winces slightly when he kisses the skin, expecting and dreading a bite, feeling his heavy breathing on her skin as he nuzzles her.

But a violent shudder stops him as he brings himself under control with deep breaths. He kisses the skin gently a few times before nuzzling her neck. There's no way of knowing what the hell she thinks is going on, so he doesn't offer any explanation.

It all makes sense now that the pain had brought some sobriety back to her. She had read the stories before, but they were supposed to be scary for children. Could it be real? She decides not to take the risk and keeps from moving. Maybe if she's good, he won't kill her.

A glimpse of dark crimson catches his eye and he turns his face to see a barely noticeable line at the corner of her mouth. The hunger isn't as demanding anymore so he can control his actions better. He trails kisses up her flushed neck and to her jawline, stopping to suck a few times at her chin before raising higher. His lips nip at hers a few times before he pulls at her lower lip, sucking on it gently. Mouths lock together and he slides his tongue inside, searching for the taste of blood and relishing it when he finds small pockets of it.

She's submissive to his dominant, and it's primal, especially now that she knows what he really could be. What he probably is. At first she thought she was still drunk, as she had a tendency to have weird thoughts then, but it made more sense than anything, which was a little unsettling. Were there more out there like him? And had she come in contact without knowing? She lets him have his way with her, only closing her eyes tightly and tensing the muscles of her stomach and legs.

There's no fight when he slides his tongue into her mouth, she only hopes he doesn't start sucking the blood off her lip and tongue like he did to her finger moments ago. She's already a little lightheaded from the alcohol, and him sucking the blood out of her finger. Her neck tilts back when he stares into her eyes, trying to get away quietly, but tenses when he pulls her closer. Expecting him to bend down and finally bite at her neck, where blood continues to flow furiously through her veins, her heart sounding more and more like a hummingbird, she's a little surprised when he just whispers into her ear.

Another wave of euphoria washes over him as he drinks a few more drops. The combination of her natural taste and the deliciously thick liquid dripping from her wounds makes him hum pleasurably once more. Tilting his head parallel with hers, he rests his forehead against hers, breaking the kiss after he's had enough and breathing deeply.

Bright blue eyes open slightly and stare at emerald ones. The look on her face says it all and he knows she's terrified. He's seen that look a thousand times, usually right after feasting to his heart's content, but this is the only time it affects him negatively. He can't help the tight hug that follows as he pulls her to his chest and leans around to her ear, wrapping his other arm around her waist and stroking her back reassuringly and whispering softly.

"I won't hurt you, I promise."

Won't hurt her? Was he joking? He had just almost sucked all the blood out of her hand, before licking up the remains scattered across her legs and then delving into her mouth where she he sucked her own blood from her newly damaged lip. However his voice is soothing, and her taut back relaxes as he rubs it slowly.

“Are you really a...?” she rasps, unable to complete her thought.

"Yes," he sighs, leaving the title unsaid. She was either very smart or very imaginative. Not many people would make the connection, or they'd just dismiss it as impossible and try to explain things in a more realistic way. There had been a few in his past like that, those that scoffed at what he was and didn't believe the obvious signs, but she seems to really think it is possible. Another quiet sigh escapes his lips as he leans back and watches her curiously.

She wasn't expecting him to own up to it, and her breath leaves her again when admits that he is what she thinks he is, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat. It couldn't have been making it easy on him, she's sure he can hear the blood he had been craving all night pulse through her veins. Now she understands why he was always so close to her neck, what his deep inhalations meant...

Why his hand didn't break when he punched the wall.

What would she do? Squirm until he let her go and flee her own apartment? Scream until the whole city block woke up? It wouldn't be the first time. The thought is a little depressing because he actually enjoys her company, not just the physical contact they were getting hot and heavy into. Her presence seems to calm his tortured soul and he wishes they had met under better circumstances.

"I won't hurt you, I mean it," he repeats, caressing her back still and finding one of her hands with his other. He intertwines their fingers and lifts the hand to his face, stroking his cheek with the back of her knuckles. "We're not all terrible monsters." He grips one of her slender fingers gently and pulls his lips back. "They're real, see?" Pressing her finger to the front of his teeth, he removes his hand to let her explore.

Any sane person would probably try to find a way out, but he speaks again and her muscles slowly relax until shes hunched over slightly, sitting on her mattress. His skin is cold, as it has always been, when he leads her knuckles to his cheek but his skin is flawless, except for three markings on each cheek. What did that mean? A marking of who he was? He didn't seem like a monster now, as he's his gentle self once more, letting her explore.

In all honesty, it's fascinating and she traces the sharp fangs with her fingers, making sure to avoid the tip so she doesn't cut herself again. “When you were at the club,” she starts quietly, still feeling his sharp white teeth. “Were you hunting? For blood? Did you want to drink mine?” She's surprised at herself for asking such questions, and that she actually remains calm throughout. Why wasn't she freaking out and trying to escape?

He eyes her warily as she moves her finger around his canines. What kind of person asked those types of questions when they very well could be in mortal danger? Not that he would hurt her. Just as he promised, he wouldn't do anything to harm her. There was a connection between them now, however small and new it might be. She knew more than most people did about him and didn't seem too shocked or distraught over it. It seemed more like curiosity that drove her actions now.

His hand tugs at her wrist gently to pull her fingers from his mouth so he can speak. Strong digits wrap around hers loosely and squeeze tightly as if he was afraid she might leave. Actually, he was slightly disturbed at the thought. Even if it was the alcohol that kept here where she was and affected her reasoning, she was still here with him, driving the almost constant loneliness away for a few brief hours. 

"At the club," he started, speaking slowly and watching her, "I was hunting, yes." What had been the reasoning behind choosing that specific club? Well, it was the only one he hadn't used yet and it was best not to frequent the same place over and over if you were taking the patrons and...

Her mouth goes dry. So he really was hunting? And she was the target? So what changed his mind about wanting to kill her right away to not wanting to harm her at all? She unconsciously rubs her thumb across the cut on her finger, feeling the bump where she ripped the skin. It's just her luck that unzipping a pair of pants would cut open her finger, exposing blood to a vampire.

Well, it wasn't like she knew he was at the time.

Now that she pays attention, she can even hear a slight purring to the way he speaks, luring her in more. He was the predator to every human out there, or at least the ones that were good enough for him to drink from. Why isn't she disgusted over the thought? Because right now she's far too interested to be anything but curious. He must be very lonely, constantly killing people he could get to know, and he didn't seem like he was a member of any covens.

It's incredibly lonely. In fact, she doesn't blame him much for wanting to be intimate with her. She wouldn't be able to go so long without contact, monst- vampire or not.

“You're thirsty, aren't you?”

A familiar pang aches inside him when she asks. The earlier meal he had stolen from her wasn't enough to satiate him completely, only making the ache more dull. He nods slowly at her, staring deeply into her eyes. "I hadn't had any... for a long time. Going without makes us weak... and unable to control ourselves." The thought of how he acted their first hour together makes him look away and he sighs once more.

"I'm sorry I treated you like that. Yes, I'm thirsty."

She nods quietly as he explains, and an insane idea crosses her mind. The alcohol again, but words are out of her mouth before she thinks about it. “How thirsty are you?”

It's the blonde's turn to be shocked and confused. What exactly was she getting at? Was she thinking what he thinks she's thinking? Did she have any idea what she was getting ready to offer? That is, if that's what she was going to do. They barely knew each other, not to mention the fact that he was widely considered a monster. In fact, he's quite surprised her first instinct wasn't to grab around for anything sharp to ram into his chest like that silly myth.

Her likely thought is a dangerous one. It would be difficult to control himself if he started and he could very easily hurt her, something he didn't want to do. Even if she had given just a few moments of comfort from his dreary life, it was enough for him to want to keep her safe and protected. She probably didn't know it, but she had unconsciously made a friend for life.

In his case, a very long life.

But all his thoughts about her thinking are mere speculation. He had no idea why she was asking, it could just be more curiosity. Naruto wasn't able to read minds, after all. Not yet, that is, just wasn't that powerful. A blank expression forms on his face and he raises one eyebrow, peering at her from behind fallen blonde hair and behind curious blue eyes.

"I would be lying if I said the hunger I'm feeling isn't one of the most difficult feelings in the world to cope with."

Yep. Just as she thought. He probably thought she was crazy, and she just might be with this idea, but something about that purring voice just makes her want to do it even more. He'd probably already gotten half a cup of her blood from earlier, judging from how lightheaded and how pale her finger was. She used to give blood at resources back in high school, but this was something else entirely. How much did he need in order to be satiated?

She's surprised there's still a throb between her legs, even after everything that had happened. But if he was sparing her life, then there had to be a way to repay him. No. She was thinking illogically, but she has a feeling he won't let her go while he gets nothing, even with how nice he's being. She wonders if he notices the still prominent bulge in his pants.

“I used to give blood a lot,” she swallows. “Two pints every month.” Her breath shudders, and her heart flutters slightly. “Will that be enough?” What the hell was she thinking? Could she trust him? He was a vampire, dammit! But somehow he manages to evade the stereotype of monster with inquiring blue eyes, blocked slightly by sunshine hair. He wasn't a very good vampire, was he? She pictured them with dark or red eyes, and ebony or red hair. The kind that were described in the books.

Maybe he was alone because he was an outcast.

Two pints. It wasn't nearly as much as he was used to, but he'd make it work. Any more and things would get dangerous. There was always the risk of her passing out or going into shock, and he wasn't a doctor. Far from it. His softer side still debates on whether he should accept her offer. The short drink he had from her finger was enough to keep him going another day until he could find someone else, but the temptation of a full meal is almost too much to resist.

“I'm Type O,” she smiles nervously. “The Universal Donor.”

He swallows the knot forming in his throat, still remembering her taste and how it drove him wild. A slow nod begins as he continues staring into her eyes. "Plenty," he purrs at her, unable to mask the desire in his voice. He feels inwardly ashamed that the feral side has won out over his gentle side once more. 

Leaning closer, he plants a soft kiss on her lips, pulling at her mouth gently as he moves. Kisses drift to the corner of her mouth and then her chin before her jawline and finally the side of her neck. The sound of air filling his lungs can clearly be heard as he inhales deeply, drinking in her scent once more and closing his eyes. His nose brushes along his favorite spot a few times, caressing it softly and preparing her for something she may or may not like very much.

His arms wrap around her, steadying her and reassuring her that he would try his best to keep her comfortable. "Sakura... it's going to sting." Slightly reddened lips pull back from pearly white fangs as he positions himself to the side of the artery. Penetrating it would just lead to a quick death for her, so he's going to need to use one of the smaller veins. It will take longer, but it's much safer.

With a nervous shudder, he plunges his fangs into her, holding her tight in his arms and cursing himself for being too weak to resist. Delicious blood hits his tongue almost instantly and he begins to drink.

She hopes he has enough self control to stop when his two pints are up. There's a feeling she's either going to be incredibly tired and dizzy when he's through. At the first sting in her neck she inhales sharply as if gasping for her last breath, and then grips tightly to his back, twisting his button-up shirt in her small hands when his fangs pierce her. Yeah, it stung, but she doesn't stop him.

The wound aches, and his drinking of the blood that pours out makes it throb even more, but she doesn't complain. Just whimpering softly at the pulsing on her neck and the lingering tingles between her thighs she had almost forgotten. Green eyes stare blearily at her white ceiling as the blond indulges himself in her offering. She's fairly certain no other girl would've dared offer such a thing, but no other girl had gotten to know him as she had. And in this budding relationship, she was somehow willing to offer herself for his benefit.

Her body starts to squirm the longer he drinks, the pain increasing and making her more lightheaded and dizzy. The whimpers get louder and more frequent, licking her dry lips and twisting his shirt in her hands. It had never hurt when she had donated blood, and she has to blame it on how he's sucking the fluid out of her veins. Could she have pictured herself in this position a few weeks ago? Hell, a few hours ago?

A male sucking the blood out of her neck, his body hovering over hers, bodies aligned. If she wasn't in so much goddamn pain it might have actually been kinda sexy. Had the circumstances and obvious dangers been different, it could actually be a very intimate moment. Of course, she would be the only one to think such a thing when her blood cell count was going down.

She tastes even better than before. He doesn't know whether to blame it on the fact that he hadn't indulged himself in days or whether she just naturally tastes this good. Maybe it's because she's given herself freely and he didn't have to take it from her? Whatever the reason, he feels he could quickly become addicted to her blood. Not even the few virgins he had had was as good as this.

Their bodies are connected and one and he can feel every movement of hers against his. Every shudder she makes elicits one of his own. Knowing he's causing her pain keeps him from losing control. For some odd reason he considers her special to him and they've barely known each other for half a night.

He always knew he'd fall for the first person to show even the slightest amount of concern for him.

The whimpers she's making cause him to suck slower and less violently.

She sighs softly as the force of his mouth is lessened, taking some pain along with it. Her head tilts back slightly as her vision blurs around the edges, and she knows he's nearing two pints. She had never gotten like this when she had gotten her blood taken out, so these reactions are new to her, at once deciding he's taken enough.

Not a word is said however, as her voice is caught in her throat along with the blood flowing into his mouth. The only things that manage to escape are her now, much quieter, whimpers.

He needs something to take her mind off the pain and his hand drifts across her torso and down her stomach, slipping up under her skirt once more and resting against the front of her panties. He starts to rub slowly, trying to keep her interested in something else so she doesn't have to think about his fangs inside her. His palm moves in small circles and he slides her underwear to the side slightly so he can get at the sensitive skin underneath, brushing against her slit all while still drinking slowly from her neck.

The process is slow because of having to use a smaller vein and it'll take a bit longer than he's used to.

It all changes when she feels a pressure between her thighs, where the ache has returned back to its throb. Moans replace the whimpers as she moves her hips with the digit, focusing on the feel of his hand and not his mouth on her neck and the stinging pain.

“Nnnnh,” her hips buck into the finger teasing her opening. She must be some kind of lunatic to actually be a little wet over all this. Normal girls would be screaming their heads off, trying to get away, and here she was aroused of all things. They were right when they called her crazy.

His hand continues working between her thighs, palm pressing against her clit as he slides two fingers into her opening. They gently spread and scissor inside her, trying to keep her mind off the throbbing pain he knows she has to be feeling. The other hand grips at her back, squeezing and putting pressure on the small muscles as he runs it up and down her spine.

It's probably enough. Anymore and she'd probably pass out. Besides, he's fairly satisfied. Despite the smaller amount than he's used to, the meal is actually one of the best he's ever had. He takes his last few drinks, sucking small amounts out of the two puncture holes in her neck. Finally finishes, he slowly slides his teeth from out of their spots, closing his mouth over the holes and running his tongue over them, stemming the bloodflow.

He looks different. His cheeks are a little flushed and his lips red, whether from her blood or something else entirely she has no idea, but she's glad it's finally over. Her eyes feel heavy and she can feel her head drop forward slightly, as his voice purrs to her still, although quiet, content all the same. Well, she's done a little good in her life, even though it was strange. More than strange. Ridiculous, insane, ludicrous would all be better terms.

After he's satisfied the blood loss will be minimal, he kisses her neck a few times tenderly. The hand between her thighs ceases its motions and the one at her back cradles her gently, knowing that if it was removed she would most likely fall backwards. Sliding his hand from out of her skirt, he reaches up and gently brushes hair from her even paler face. The hand rests on her cheek and he can feel how much warmth she's lost. Leaning in, he kisses her lips a few times, doing all the work because he knows she can barely move.

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, leaning back to make sure she was going to be fine.

She can hardly feel his lips on her neck, or the digits leaving her as most of her body has gone slightly numb. Shivering slightly at the hand on her back, the support is gentle but strong, and she needs it especially when she feels like she's about to collapse or pass out from exhaustion. His lips against hers is firm, but the slight numbness that was just curtaining over her is almost smothering her. “Fine,” she croaks and winces as it gives a sharp pain in her neck.

Hopefully he was satisfied, she had been able to risk herself in the place of another person, and hopefully she could get out of it alive. Some rest could be what the doctor ordered, and she was more than willing to follow its advice. She offers him a weak smile before letting her eyes slide closed, hiding the dulled green eyes from the blond's impossibly blue ones.

“Just,” she takes a deep breath. Even talking took a lot of strength, “need some rest.”