Claws And Fangs

AN: This is my gift one shot for Stacey and InuVampy. Hope you guys don't mind the crappiness.

Vampy: Sorry for making you mad

Stacey: Sorry it took so damn long.

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Tee hee. Hope you enjoyed it.

The blonde’s tongue was in his mouth, tanned hands lacing fingers through ebony silk, tilting his head. He grabbed the man’s hips tightly in his grasp, tugging the body closer to his own, parting his lips as he permitted the shorter man to ravage, devour, suck, and claim. Flinging a leg into the air, he righted their bodies, shifting his weight as they moved together, the blonde’s pelvis cradling him. Legs mashed against his hips, his sides, arching upwards into and against him, rhythmically moving back and forth.

In a sudden burst of rebellious exertion, the blonde bucked his body, trying to unmount him. He allowed himself to be flipped by the blue-eyed youth, allowed the whiskered male to think he was in control. Even as the damp sheets bunched and gathered around their writhing bodies, heaving, slick chests, did he let the boy believe he was leading their carnal dance. Clothes had long ago been abandoned as they fought for dominance, naked in a world of crimson satin.

But it had been a losing battle for the golden-haired man from the instant their struggling tryst had begun. He was the true prey, hunted by a creature of darkness, of death—of desire. Whimpering fitfully, the blonde’s tongue slid from the recesses of his hunter’s mouth, exposing a long, tan neck, silently accepting his defeat. The tender flesh was soon attacked by hot, plush lips, the owner of the dexterous mouth rasping his fingers along his prey’s form, hands memorizing that which had become his.

Unable to hold off his animalist needs any longer, he claimed what he had rightfully conquered. Angling his hips upwards, he groaned, becoming one with the blonde, their bodies twisting and shivering…


…as Sasuke awoke.

His eyes widened, adjusting to the dark, quiet dampness of his room, sighing gently under his breath. It was the same damn dream again. Nearly every night, he dreamt he was fucking a blonde he had never seen, never met…and a boy, at that. Granted, Sasuke wasn’t overtly opposed to homosexuality…he had just never been with a boy. Or a girl, for that matter. But it was too depressing a thing to think upon. Still a virgin after two hundred years.

Kicking his legs over the side of his four-poster bed, he yawned widely as he rested a hand on one of the cherry-wood beams, bracing himself as he rose. Tilting his head back, he shook his hair, the soft strands of raven’s wing hair cascading down his bare back like a velvet sheet. He took a step forwards towards the window, only to stop in his tracks as though he had been struck. Rolling his eyes as he blushed, he swayed his legs slightly, the stickiness of his boxers making the fabric cling to his legs.

That same damned wet dream.

It was getting rather frustrating, he had to admit—almost everyday it was the same thing. He would awake from a dream in which he and a blonde boy were rolling around, making love, finding his pants stained and sheets wet. He wondered absently as he kicked off his undergarments if it was only a phase, like any normal boy would experience. Were vampires supposed to have wet dreams?

Groggily stifling yet another yawn, he wandered in his nakedness towards the window, tugging on the tasseled cord, yanking it aside. Inhaling deeply, he caught his breath as he fought the smile that tickled his cheeks, keeping it from rising to his lips. He couldn’t help himself, truthfully—nothing knocked the wind from his lungs so much as the full moon, ivory orb swollen with magical beauty. A light breeze ruffled the leaves of the scattered oaks outside his window, sweeping through them like feathers.

Clasping the latch between two manicured fingers, he thrust the thin glass sheet open, inhaling deeply, the heady scent of night flooding his nostrils, and awakening him completely. A cool gust of air brushed past him, gently gliding along his bare flesh, making a shiver run up and down his spine. There weren’t many people meandering in the streets his apartment window overlooked, but at this time of night, it was expected.

Most people were asleep at 3 in the morning. Uchiha Sasuke was not like most people, however.

He leaned against the wall, letting the darkness and the cool air wrap around him like a chilling embrace, tingling his flesh and his spine. He exhaled, his breath leaving a faint ghost of a cloud in the air before fading into nothingness. It was all very symbolic and metaphorical, but he didn’t really have time to be poetic. He was hungry.

Flicking his tongue against a pointed tooth, he stretched, bending over and grasping his soiled undergarments in his hand, eyeing them wryly. It was rather embarrassing to be plagued with the same difficulties of a twelve year old boy after having been alive for long over two centuries. He accredited it to sexual frustration. That was it. Of course.

Scuttling towards the washroom, he dumped his boxers into the wicker wastebasket, mentally scolding himself for the amount of clothes contained within. Damned dirty clothes always multiplying on him. What he wouldn’t have given to have a maid. But, really, he couldn’t have a maid around. What if he got hungry while she was on the job?

Sasuke was not a typical two hundred year old boy, permanently trapped within the body of a seventeen year old teenager. He squeezed an ample amount of toothpaste onto his brush, scrubbing his teeth rigorously, cupping water in his hand, and spitting it out into the sink. Leaning to his right, he wiped his face dry with a towel, glancing in the mirror out of old habit.

There was nothing there.

Nothing.

Shoulders heaving as he loosed a sigh, he turned away from the sink, finishing his washroom routine, exiting from his room and rooting through a dresser. Seizing the only clean clothes he was able to locate—tight, black, and very sexy—he tugged them on, once more chiding himself for the unkemptness of his wardrobe. He looked like a whore, he knew. But he had no time to run a load of clothes in the dryer. He had overslept, and had only a few hours before sunrise in which to feed.

Licking his lips, he glanced at the top of his dresser, scanning the ornaments and jewelry he had placed there. Grabbing several silver rings and a necklace—with a cross—he placed them around his fingers, his neck, flipping his hair out of the way. He tugged his shoes on, lacing the knee-high boots to his calf, kicking the heels till they felt comfortable, and stood, stretching, arching his back upwards.

He wondered how he looked, but in lieu of the ability to observe himself in a mirror, he could only speculate. He knew, however, he was dressed to kill. Or at least stun until they exposed a tender artery in the neck. Shivering with anticipation, Sasuke ran a hand through his hair, the black silk clinging to his hand and spiking automatically out of habit.

His steel-toed boots clicked along the ground as he paced towards the door, turning the knob and slipping outside, into the quiet hallway. He could have lived alone in some cryptic castle, sleeping in a coffin, leaving only in the dead of night to gorge on blood; however, he preferred living amidst the hustle and bustle of humans, where a little bit of blood here and there would go unmissed.

As he emerged from the apartment complex into the night, scarcely a car zipped past, and those that zoomed by were driving by the drunk or the drugged. Wrinkling his nose, he let them pass, not wanting to follow tainted blood. He would walk until he was tired of walking, and then enter the nearest building, feast, and return home well before sunrise.

Perhaps it may have seemed senile that he chose to walk when he could have flown, but Sasuke was a victim of the Night’s charms, unable to pull himself away from Her. The post-midnight air buzzed and hummed with a type of demonic energy, the same tingling sensation that coursed within his own body. He was in love with the darkness, with the mystery, with the nearly forbidden sensuality of the velvet black. Vampires were creatures of the Night, and Sasuke was no exception.

A couple stood against a building half a block ahead of them, hands crawling over one another, pawing, fondling, embracing. He ignored them, though he did not fail to notice their sexuality—both were males. The way they were nearly immersed in the throes of passion attracted Sasuke, the exhibitionistic hint of forbidden fruit tickling his fancy. Maybe being with a boy wouldn’t be so bad, he found himself thinking, vivid images of a naked and panting blonde flushing to his mind.

He felt all the blood in his body concentrate between his thighs, and he sighed, wondering if he would ever be able to handle this heightened power. Vampires were sort of super-humans in truth, blessed with acute senses, increased stamina, and heightened strength; though they drank the blood of normal mortals, they were more similar to their brethren then they cared to admit. Sasuke was a horny vampire. And he was, at that precise moment in time, a horny vampire with an erection.

He stopped, glancing upwards, the monolithic brick-laid structure of an apartment building towering above him. Grinning to himself, his eyes fixated on an open window, and he knew that was where tonight he would dine. He licked his lips hungrily—the hunter had selected his prey. Now to hunt.

Sasuke’s eyelids slid down over his black eyes, and he inhaled deeply, focusing his attention at his shoulder blades, the blonde forgotten as his power, his essence flowed through his body. He barely winced anymore at the searing pain lanced through his body as wings tore through his flesh, sprouting behind him. They did not tear his clothing, however—it had been created for just this occasion. For flight.

He opened his eyes slowly, aware of the fact they no longer resembled glittering coal, but sparkling blood-red rubies. He flexed his leathery wings, adrenaline rushing through his body as he leapt upwards, feet leaving the floor as he sailed towards the open window, towards the prey. He scaled the building in seconds, leaving behind the gritty street with its parked cars, littered sidewalks, filthy gutters. For a moment he was airborne, gliding on the updrafts of the night breeze.

But he settled on the windowpane gently, noiselessly, shaking his head to himself. Humans, such foolish beings. They thought that by being on the tenth story there was no need to lock their windows from thieves. Sasuke was, in a sense, a thief. Though his treasure could not be hidden in a safe for it ran through the veins of those he stole from.

His wings returned to their sheaths beneath twin slashes in his flesh, and he ducked his head, disappearing through the window. If the couple making out below him had ceased for breath and looked in his direction, they would have seen a boy in leather sprout wings and fly. However, he highly doubted they would have stopped—they rather seemed to be enjoying themselves.

His eyes scanned the room before he moved, red orbs taking in their surrounds with intense detailing, noting everything. He could the man—yes, it was a man—who lived here was alone. Though the form on the bed was masked by covers, he could sense the youth in the human’s breathing, and knew his prey was at the prime of his life.

The room was bare of anything except several posters lining the wall. He peered at them, though he could see each one clearly—however, he found it difficult to believe a teenage male living alone would have posters of noodles and not of nakedness. Shaking his head, Sasuke grinned as he padded towards the boy’s bed, feet remarkably silent despite the heavy boots, sadistic smile appearing on his face as he stared at the comforter, grasping it in his hand and tugging it back.

He nearly gasped as his eyes scanned the man’s face, stepping back instinctively. It was the blonde from his wet dreams. However, this fact did not surprise him as much as it should have. For a moment he simply stood at the boy’s bedside, hands clasped behind his back, watching intently—if not fondly—the parted lips as they inhaled, exhaled, chest rising in like fashion.

His eyes moved lower, to that exquisite neck, to the beautifully graceful neck he had seen in his dreams. He almost didn’t want to mark it with his teeth, so great was its beauty. Almost.

Reaching forward hesitantly, he brushed a flaxen strand of blonde hair away from said neck, leaning forward. He tried to tell himself over and over that he could not do anything more with this boy—even if he dreamed about it constantly. Just bite, suck, and leave.

But his body had other ideas.

Instead of his teeth clasping on a vein, instead of his lips pressing against the young man’s skin, Sasuke’s mouth pressed itself against the boy’s.

The blonde youth stirred slightly, eyes as blue as a summer’s day fixing themselves on Sasuke, widening in surprise before glazing over. Sasuke felt the other man’s body stiffen before relaxing. The blonde must have assumed Sasuke was a figure of a dream, for he pulled away from the Uchiha, looking at him, faint blush splotching his tanned cheeks.

“Be…be gentle,” he whispered quietly, nibbling on his lower lip.

Sasuke wasn’t sure why—he never would know why, really—but he nodded, fingers cupping a whiskered cheek harshly. “What’s your name?” he said, surprised at how husky his voice sounded.

“N…Naruto,” came the reply, soft, hesitant, nervous and afraid. Sasuke loved it.

“Naruto,” he said, rolling the word around in his mouth. “I am Sasuke. I’m going to fuck you.”

“I…I know,” the boy responded, tilting his head as he shut his eyes. “Just be gentle.”

Grinning in spite of himself, Sasuke found himself promising he wouldn’t harm Naruto…much.

Before the blonde could speak, Sasuke’s mouth had attached itself back on the boy’s sinfully full lips, sucking on them and nipping, careful not to break the skin. Why did it feel so good to kiss a boy? Why did it feel so good to kiss THIS boy? He didn’t know, didn’t care. He simply knew that it did.

His hand moved to cup Naruto’s head gently, angling it backwards as his tongue laced the blonde’s lips, dipping downwards as they parted, permitting him entry. He shivered as Naruto’s tongue brushed against his, the strange, yet somehow familiar feeling warming his entire body, setting his flesh on fire. He found himself tugging away, tearing his boots off, kicking them away from his mind, hunger no longer mattering.

How far was he going to let this go? How far did he really want it to go? He knew, and that scared him more than not knowing.

Sasuke’s mouth nibbled along Naruto’s jaw, sucking at the skin, savoring the salty, tangy taste of the boy. He didn’t know skin could be so delicious. He tucked the information away for later. His tongue slipped lower, lapping at the base of the boy’s throat, teeth gently scraping along the flesh. Naruto’s body twitched beneath him, the blonde loosing a moan that would have driving a deaf man wild.

The air was brimming with a kind of energy he had never felt before—much more intense was it than the Night felt. This burned his skin and made him feel alive, though he as a vampire he was considered undead.

His hands unbuttoned the blonde’s shirt, tearing it apart and wrenching it off the boy’s body, throwing it away. His mouth inched lower as he moved slightly, bracing an arm on either side of the blonde, attempting to support himself. Sasuke was thankful vampires were stronger than humans—otherwise, he surely would have collapsed. His head was spinning, as though he had drunk wine since the day he had been born.

“Sasuke…”

The sound made his ears nearly scald with the passionate desire laden on the single word. Sasuke couldn’t believe what he was doing—all he had been intending was to have a snack. Paling slightly—difficult to do, considering the vampire was normally ashen as a sheet—he closed his eyes, resting a single cheek against Naruto’s flesh. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but he felt as though he belonged here, curled up against this boy, skin against skin, nuzzling and loving and licking and biting.

But Naruto thought it was a dream.

He could have done it—it would have been so easy! All Sasuke had to do was follow his instincts, simply move and mate. However, something told him he could not take advantage of Naruto, not like this. Residue from his life as a human, he supposed. Yet, it did not matter why he was unable to force himself to concede to his body’s wishes—he simply could not.

And so Sasuke slowly withdrew from the blonde’s body, crimson gaze lingering on the boy’s form, the blonde peering at him intently. He mumbled something—an apology? He, himself, was unsure—and turned abruptly, seizing his boots, clutching them to his chest. He backed towards the window, eyes never leaving Naruto’s. They did not break contact until he hurled himself from the windowsill, wings blossoming on his back, carrying him away from the boy.

Inside his heart was breaking. It was as though a stake had been driven inside him. He was suddenly afraid of being alone, being away from Naruto. And still he flew away, wondering absently why his eyes and cheeks felt so wet and so hot.

He was nearly home when Naruto spoke to his empty room, still staring out the window, wishing silently that the man/boy/vampire from his dreams would return.