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Hunt or be Hunted	By : shinigamislayer Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1112 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Hunt or be Hunted
- 1
For Kyuume's birthday.

The church was on the outskirts of the destroyed city, a vast stone monument in testimony to the thriving metropolis that had once surged around it, evolving and growing whilst the edifice stayed rooted in history. Time had gnawed its teeth on it gradually, chipping away at it resolutely like a prisoner scrapes his fingernails against a brick wall, and the roof had finally given way.
Light now streamed both ways through the large circular window of stained glass, and it was thought to be ironic by the man on the motorcycle that now that the building was devoid of religion, light was allowed to pass both ways.
It was built of golden sandstone that hadn't been lifted from the local terrain and in fact had come from a far off city that was now shrouded in fables and thought to have never existed. The real origin of the sandstone was a topic that was hurriedly overlooked by the spreaders of such conspiracies and so the church stood like a beacon of curling, twisted mystery amongst the blackened remains of buildings constructed of weaker materials. The two vast mahogany doors that had once filled the arching entrance had perished in the surging blue fires, but the arch itself remained, covered with intrinsic carvings that reached far beyond the scope of religious concept.
In the sunshine, the church was pure gold; not the glossy, polished gold we wear on our fingers or keep in our pockets as signature of our prosperity, but the raw, slightly dulled element that has been melted together and though it isn't refined or gleaming, it speaks of far greater purity and wealth than rings or coins ever could.
Only one pair of eyes beheld the magnificence of this final relic from before the blue fires. The man on the motorcycle had his feet planted firmly on either side of the rumbling black machine, keeping it upright with his strong legs as he looked upon the Church of Gold.
He could have been born directly from the very magnificence of the building. His skin was a caramelised gold only a few shades darker than the sandstone, his bright blond hair a stark contrast against it but at the same time perfectly fitting with the radiance of the once-holy place. Eyes that were like mirrors of the clear open heavens above him were framed with short but noticeable blond lashes that dusted upon sparsely freckled cheeks when he blinked.
These eyes now closed fully as he mentally prepared himself for his task, listening to the calming hiss of the waves breaking on the not-too-distant shore, the refreshing scent of salt and seaweed hanging in the air and clearing his mind. He sucked in deep breaths, willing the calm that had settled over him to stay ingrained within his bones, praying to no deity in particular that he would not lose control.
When he opened his eyes, his fingers drifted to the key in the ignition and twisted it, cutting off the machine's rumbling tirade and sending it to sleep. He kicked the stand down and swung his right leg over in a smooth arc, his boot bringing up a cloud of dust when it thumped down on the other side. Black riding goggles hung around his neck, half caught in the fitting leather jacket which he now unzipped down to his midsection, letting the bare skin beneath it breathe. Unconsciously his gloved hand strayed to the handle at his hip, curling around the weave of the wrap for a second before it was jerked away to adjust his black shorts.
Wetting his lips with his tongue, the man took his first determined steps towards the towering golden building. He had parked his bike just on the cusp of the church's vast shadow, and his blinding hair colour was muted somewhat as he entered the shade. The odd, water-like circle of light cast by the stained glass window rippled when he walked through it, as though it had more substance than just light particles, and he felt the hairs on his arms rise at the strange ethereal quality to the air. He wasn't even within the four walls of the church and yet he could sense the wraithlike quality in the atmosphere that had once drawn worshippers to their God.
And strangely, once he passed under the archway and his boots creaked on dusty wooden flooring, that eerie quality was muffled. Perhaps it was the way the sunshine streaming through the absent roof seemed to touch everything, leaving only the faintest of shadows, but he could sense sanctuary here.
What a strange place to meet a vampire.
The blond man didn't falter despite his wandering thoughts, taking long, measured strides down the aisle between the haphazard pews towards the altar, which still had a vibrant red cloth draped over it. He didn't quite reach it, coming to a stop just before the stone steps as he cast his senses out, searching for his quarry.
"For a vampire hunter, you are intriguingly unobservant."
He whipped around, blue eyes darting across the wooden benches, the fallen pillars, the debris of the fallen roof. The voice had been dark and cutting and clear, directly in his ear and almost whispered. A darkness flitted in his peripheral vision to the right and he whirled again, hand zoning in on the handle of his wakizashi as he tried to keep up with the mist-like shape.
His eyes darted to the far corner of the church, the darkest part with the least amount of sunlight, knowing that the vampire would find his refuge there. Whilst the myths about vampires perishing in sunlight were false, they certainly didn't appreciate it and he was led to believe that it burned their virtually pigment-free skin if they stood in it for a long period of time.
Dark eyes.
The hunter yelped loudly and stumbled back, the vampire who had brought himself nose-to-nose with the blond smirking in curled amusement. His hair was such a pure black that it didn't even shine in the sunshine, his deathly pale skin as cold and stony as marble. The only life in this being was in his expressions, the pure amusement and cruelty reflected in his eyes.
His lips parted, a flush becoming apparent on them, and two long, lethal teeth were made visible before he'd even pulled his upper lip up in speech.
"Boo."
The hunter's sword was drawn in a singing of metal and he held it before him in a reversed style, his teeth bared in a growl and all the previous calm he had been instilling into himself gone as quickly as a shell washed off a beach. This vampire knew exactly where his buttons were and how hard to push them, something which he evidently realised from the way his smirk spread into a dark grin.
"It's been a while, Naruto. I missed our little encounters." He began to stalk, wolf-like and prowling in a circle around the man now known as Naruto, the blond pivoting on the balls of his feet to keep his eyes on the enemy. His sword glinted in the sunlight as he moved.
The light didn't appear to affect the vampire too much because he made no moves towards the shadows dotted about the place. Naruto was inherently bewildered – why had he requested to meet in such a place, where there was virtually no protection from the fatal sun?
The vampire laughed, a short but deep chuckle that ripped gooseflesh up Naruto's arms. "Confused? You should be noticing by now that the sunlight isn't affecting me."
The blond swallowed down hard on the lump in his throat as his mind acknowledged this unexplainable fact – the vampire's flesh wasn't burning, nor did he show any indication that he was paining himself by standing in the light. If it weren't for the two hungry fangs bleeding from his gums, the man could have been an ordinary (if very pale and beautiful) human.
"Sasuke... What have you done?"
Hearing his name spoken seemed to please the vampire. The mirth that lay poised in his face like a snake became much more apparent, though whether this was because he was amused or because his nose was suddenly touching Naruto's again was anybody's guess.
Naruto didn't even have a split second to react. Never had Sasuke been this fast, and they had fought on countless occasions. Cold hands fisted in the front of his leather jacket and the wind whistled through his hair as he was thrown into the front row of pews, the rotten wood cracking under his weight with a splintering crash.
There was no time to think; Naruto's body moved on autopilot, turning his crash landing into a backwards roll through the smashed wreckage of the bench, his sword still held firmly before him. Sasuke was no longer standing by the altar and immediately Naruto made a break for cover, aiming for the shelter of one of the fallen roof pillars.
A hand on the back of his jacket halted him immediately and he was grateful that he had unzipped it else the vicious tug Sasuke gave on the material could have choked him. His steel-capped toes scraped the floor as he was lifted by inhuman strength and then smashed face first into the floor. Splinters cut into his face and sawdust went up his nose, but all that went out of his head when Sasuke stomped with insane pressure on his back, thrusting the wind out of his lungs.
His sword was kicked out of his hand, skimming across the floor to rest with a clang against the stone steps of the altar. Not giving his body time to recover, Naruto thrust his leg out in a swiping kick that Sasuke easily dodged, before the vampire reached under Naruto's chin and grasped the open collar of his jacket.
Naruto struggled, coughing and trying to get his wind back as Sasuke lifted him to his feet again and led him with an iron grip up the stone steps to the altar. His mind was racing. Sasuke had never been this powerful before, and they had been fighting for a very long time – he was faster, stronger and most importantly, the sunlight wasn't affecting him.
The next thing he knew, he was staring at the blue sky above him as he was slammed down onto the red clothed table, Sasuke over him in a feral crouch. Naruto could hear the squeak of the vampire's black jeans as Sasuke loomed over him, his fangs longer and his eyes bleeding into crimson as the bloodlust consumed him.
"Wh-what the hell?" he choked out. The red eyes that had been tracing down the exposed part of the tanned chest, snapped back to Naruto's own blue ones, Sasuke's breath coming in eager pants. Sasuke's grin was so morbidly excited that Naruto felt himself recoiling in horror.
"Curious?" The timbre of Sasuke's voice was practically a purr, his head cocked to the side as he continued to survey his prey. Slowly, he raised his ghostly white hands to the hem of his maroon t-shirt and tugged it up and off, revealing a chiselled alabaster chest. He then placed one hand firmly on Naruto's sternum, putting enough pressure on it to warn the blond to keep still, before twisting to display his left shoulder.
Naruto took in a painful breath, his eyes widening. "That's..."
"The seal of Orochimaru," Sasuke finished for him. His eyes were now completely red and his lips were swollen as though he were aroused. In a rolling, cat-like movement he dipped down and surged up Naruto's body until his face was pressed intimately to a tanned throat. He inhaled through his nose deeply, taking in Naruto's scent.
"That's impossible!" Naruto spluttered, panicking at how close Sasuke was to his neck. If he got bitten, he would almost certainly be sucked dry by the vampire. "The seal of Orochimaru is no more than a myth!"
He had read about in his father's journals when he was training as a hunter, a seal of protection that raised a vampire's powers exponentially but forsook his already damned soul to the demon Orochimaru of the Snakes. The soul was then used by the demon to re-enter the world of the living, but the original owner of the soul had no control. In essence, in Sasuke's next life, he would be a puppet to a demon.
But all that was just stories! An old-wives tale passed down between generations of vampires! It... it couldn't be real... could it?
All that Naruto had seen so far told him that yes, it was very, very real.
Sasuke must have seen the dawning comprehension on Naruto's face (or maybe he smelled it, he was really taking in his prey's scent now) because he just smirked again.
"You're powerless, Naruto. And now, your time as hunter ends."
He felt sharp pricks of pain scraping down the side of his neck and immediately began to struggle despite the crushing pressure on his ribcage from just one of Sasuke's hands. "Hell NO!" he yelled, writhing and jerking his neck away from the source of the pain. "If you've got the cursed mark now, then you can get those fucking teeth away from me!"
"You were going to let me bite you before?" Sasuke inquired, sounding amused and intrigued. He shifted his weight so that he was on his knees over Naruto as opposed to crouching and braced his arms heavily on the hunter's shoulders, rendering Naruto virtually immobile from the waist up. He kicked out with his legs which were totally free, but as they rained down on Sasuke's back he might as well have been kicking a concrete block for all the good it did him.
Yeah, he had been opposed to being bitten pretty heavily before. But if Sasuke really did have the cursed mark... then that meant he had a power that vampires hadn't been graced with since their creation, an ability that had slowly died out as their population had spread.
It was the ability to turn humans.
If Sasuke bit Naruto now, then Naruto would become one of them; the very creature his career revolved around killing!
"Get the FUCK off me!" Panic setting in, Naruto did the last thing he could think of. He bent his knees and planted his feet firmly on the altar table, pushing off with all his might and pulling Sasuke towards him. The result surprised even him. Sasuke was caught completely off guard by the movement, allowing Naruto to pull them into a backwards roll that resulted with their positions reversed, though Sasuke still had a bruising grip on Naruto's shoulders and Naruto was lying between his legs. Immediately, Sasuke's legs wrapped around his midsection and squeezed like a vice, winding Naruto for the second time in just a few minutes.
Sasuke attempted to roll them to the side but Naruto had braced his arms on either side of his head and was resisting the movement with all the strength he could muster. Luckily he had the weight advantage, being taller and broader than the vampire, and this coupled with his position allowed him to just about resist the momentum of Sasuke's roll.
When Sasuke realised he wasn't going to be able to wrestle out of the hold, his hand shot out to grab the back of Naruto's hair, wrenching the blond's head back and exposing his tanned throat once again.
"If you wanted to be on top, you should have just said," Sasuke growled, absolutely no humour in his voice now. He leaned up and swiped his rough, cold tongue against Naruto's throat, shuddering at the taste of the hunter's skin. Naruto let out a nasal growl, trying to get out of the hold but only succeeding in thrusting his hips down wildly.
"Steady on," the vampire purred in his ear, strangely immobilising Naruto. Blue eyes were wide in terror as Sasuke's breath ghosted over the side of his throat, toying with him. "We'll have plenty of time for that when you're changed."
"Wh-what?" It was all that Naruto could manage to gasp out, especially when he felt those teeth again like pointed icicles against his skin.
"You obviously know you'll be changed," Sasuke replied, seeming to tease himself now by abstaining for the moment from drinking. His grip around Naruto's waist with his legs tightened and he rocked his hips gently up into the hunter's. Naruto could feel a smirk against his neck as he fought down an irrepressible groan that bled out reluctantly as his body reacted naturally to the friction.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't like this," Sasuke rumbled darkly, continuing to rotate his hips in slow, sensuous circles. His grip in Naruto's hair tightened painfully, making the blond wince, though there was still a pleasured flush creeping up Naruto's face now that he couldn't control.
"I think you would," the vampire continued, sitting up very slightly to press their torsos together, Naruto's leather jacket preventing skin-on-skin contact on their stomachs, although the opened zipper allowed for full contact of their chests. Sasuke's skin was cold, but oddly this didn't make Naruto want to pull away. It was cold, but in a refreshing way, like iced water is on a hot day. Alarmingly, it made him crave more.
When Sasuke's teeth finally pierced his flesh, Naruto didn't move an inch. It wasn't that he couldn't. It was just that for some reason, he didn't want to fight Sasuke anymore.
Dammit, the fucking vampire is seducing me! He thought angrily, though his body showed no inclination of agreeing with his anger. In fact, he relaxed further into Sasuke's touch. The pain wasn't even as bad as he had expected. The teeth were so sharp that the wounds were clean... and for some reason, it seemed as though Sasuke's saliva had numbed the area where he had licked.
Sasuke was being curiously gentle too. In fact, he was even making the experience somewhat arousing, something which Naruto's brain was refusing to compute but his body was quite happily going along with. He could feel Sasuke's surprisingly soft lips moving minutely against his heated skin, that rough tongue lapping up the blood drawn forth by Sasuke's teeth.
His breath was coming in hot pants now, and it was taking all of his willpower not to return the grinding motions of Sasuke's hips.
"A-ah..." he gasped as the teeth sank deeper, the slight aching pain sending delicious shivers down his spine. His arms were trembling as they struggled to keep him braced.
"Hmm," Sasuke murmured against his neck, clearly enjoying himself. Naruto could hear swallowing noises, indicating that Sasuke was taking his fill, and while the idea of that would have repulsed him at any other time, right now it was just another contributor to the catalyst of lust that was coiling inside him.
"Sh-shit..." he panted into Sasuke's collarbone, feeling his strength beginning to seep away. Very slowly, he allowed his arms to unlock, bending them at the elbows and lowering himself and Sasuke to the altar as Sasuke continued to drink.
The fangs were withdrawn, and Sasuke lapped up the blood that continued to spill out like a cat laps at a bowl of milk. "You taste fucking good," he said huskily, his voice as saturated with lust as his movements were. "Definitely worth the chase."
"Shut... up..."
He felt drowsy now. Peaceful. Sasuke sensed that he was no longer resisting in anyway and took the opportunity to flip them again, blood spilling down Naruto's neck. Quickly, Sasuke darted in to drink it up as if afraid to waste it. Naruto stared up at the sky with a feeling akin to utter bliss stealing over his entire body, his mind finally complying with what his senses were telling him, that this was right, this was good.
He was taken completely by surprise when bloody lips were pressed against his and a scarlet-soaked tongue thrust into his mouth. The coppery tang of his blood made him wince at first, but as Sasuke rubbed their tongues together Naruto gradually became accustomed to the taste, came to like it even. And then he was kissing Sasuke back, his tongue being the only muscle in his body that was moving aside from his slowly stilling heart and lungs. Droplets of blood rolled down his throat and he swallowed them compliantly, not minding that it was his own.
His heart was beating so slowly now that every beat felt like its last, and every beat was thunderous in his ribcage. Sasuke's mouth left his to tend to the blood still streaming from Naruto's neck, and Naruto could swear that the sensation of the vampire's tongue on his skin was twice as sensuous as before. New colours were seeping into the skies above him, the smell of salt was almost stinging in his nose. He swore he could hear Sasuke's eyelashes swishing through the air as he blinked.
It's the change, he realised dazedly. It's really happening.
As quickly as the new senses arrived, they began to black out, one by one. He was losing consciousness now. How long had it been since his last heartbeat? Minutes? A black ring had formed around his vision now and was creeping inwards slowly, like the burning edges of a parchment set on fire.
"I'll see you on the other side," he dimly heard. Sasuke's voice was faint, muffled as though he was speaking underwater. Naruto's eyes fluttered closed because he could no longer see. Lips were pressed against his very briefly, a smirk curving them.
Just before all connections were cut, he heard Sasuke's voice, cutting and clear as though he was right inside Naruto's head, declaring the doom of his second life.
"You're mine now, Naruto."
Naruto welcomed it with a smile.
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