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The Art of a Well Staged Murder	By : Night_Being Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sasuke stared. Naruto stared. The night was cold and dark. The air around heavy and tense. Long peaceful sigh has been heard when Sasuke's arm with the loaded gun eased down. He threw the weapon away with an irritated huff. It clang on the pavement once then slid under a container.
"You're annoying," Sasuke hummed deeply, "and bleeding."
Naruto finally moved. Strolling his eyes away from Sasuke's standing form he registered the piece of glass stuck inside his palm. "Yeah," he breathed out absentmindedly and brought the hand under his face. He began to observe it curiously, then without thinking pulled the sharp object out. The blonde hissed when fresh blood began to pour from his palm.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Let's go, I'll take you home."
As if the blond remembered that Sasuke was indeed still there, he pulled the injured hand closer to his chest, staining his jacket with crimson fluid. "I can go on my own, you know. And I'm not stupid, I won't go anywhere with you when I have this." Naruto waved with the hand and then swiftly hid it back against his body.
Sasuke rolled his eyes again. "Suit yourself," he murmured and turned around, intending to walk away.
"It's cool. So now we are like even, right?" Naruto chirped suddenly and stood up from the dirty ground.
He was about to leave, really. He wanted to just disappear back into the night and never see this freak of nature again. But something inside simply didn't let him. It sounded so cliché when he thought about it. Vampire who couldn't leave his prey alone, vampire who got obsessed with a person he could not kill, vampire who couldn't dumb a petty little human. Sasuke had heard it all before and he mocked the vampires who got stuck in a situation like this.
Now he was one of them. "What makes you think we're even?" he said, gritting his teeth.
"I've saved you and you saved me," Naruto elaborated with a grin.
Sasuke rolled his eyes third time. "You didn't save me."
"Yes, I did. Back there, by the river. I pulled you out, remember?" The blond furrowed as if trying to make Sasuke remember with his vivid blue gaze.
His temper was searing in a second. Sasuke seriously had no idea where to start. That he didn't need anyone to rescue him back there? That he actually wanted to 'go for a swim' those three months ago? That throwing himself into his life Naruto had only ruined everything? Damned idiot! How could anyone be so dimwitted to think that they could possibly save a vampire from drowning?!
"Sasuke? Do you remember? Back there? It was like four months ago or something? I pulled you out of the river… I saw you-"
"Just shut up!" Sasuke barked. Unable to listen to that ranting anymore. "Shut up and fucking let me give you a ride home," he hissed. He had no idea how actually those words came to his mind, then further on his tongue and out of his mouth. But they were there. An offer.
Naruto looked surprised. "You have a car?" he asked in disbelief.
No! He wasn't going to answer that question. "Are you deaf?" Fuck it!
"Hehe, no. It's just weird," he babbled and began to walk along Sasuke. "I thought vampires didn't need cars… aren't you like a superhuman or something? Cause I saw you jump down from the roof. That was so cool… so cool… I thought you can like jump from roof to roof… or… you know… tree to tree?"
Sasuke kept his mouth shut, chewing his tongue to actually remain that way. They rounded few corners. The vamp dead silent. Naruto yapping nonstop. Sasuke managed to think of ten possible ways how to kill the annoying human. He realized none of them. After few minute walk, although for some it might have felt like hours, they stopped in front of a dark blue vehicle.
"Is this your car?" Naruto scoffed.
Sasuke stiffened, then twitched and ever so slowly turned towards the blond with a distinct warning in his eyes.
"Eeh, I just thought… that…" Naruto scratched the back of his head, "vampires have badass black cars with spikes and stuff."
Why didn't he kill him again? "Let me make this very clear, you moron," Sasuke began in his deep rumble, "I will explain only once and you better remember everything I say, because otherwise I can promise you a very painful death." He couldn't promise a shit, but Naruto didn't know that! "I'm not a damn monkey, so I do not jump around, or from roof to roof, or tree to tree… or any other high place for that matter. I use a car, normal damn car like this…" he waved towards the vehicle, "I'm not a fucking rock star either, so I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is my car. Now get in or get the fuck out of my sight!"
Naruto pouted. "Jeez, chill out. I thought vampires were classy, that's all," he shrugged it off as if nothing happened.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Sasuke barked and narrowed his gaze, very dangerous gleam in his onyx orbs. If it would be just anyone else, Sasuke's pupils would have the color of fresh blood by now. Actually no. Scratch that. If this was anyone else, he would be long dead! Like three months dead!
"Uhm, nothin'," the boy awkwardly looked away.
Sasuke walked around the car and opened the driver's door. "Do you want the ride home or not?"
"But you won't bite!" the boy instructed and raised a finger on his uninjured hand, while the other one stayed hidden near the safety of his chest.
Sasuke shot him another glare and got in the car, deciding it would be better not to comment. Naruto promptly followed.
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The soft vibrations of engine faded when the dark blue car stopped in front of Naruto's apartment building. Sasuke had pretended the whole time he didn't know where the dimwit lived and let him give directions after every turn. It was actually quite amusing to listen to his babble when he didn't rant about how disappointing vampires were. Naruto possessed this rare optimism and enthusiasm, which he sufficiently ventilated by everything he said. It fed the air around him with overwhelming positive energy. And exactly because of that it was definitely risky to be around him. Only his company was strangely soothing. Sasuke didn't want to know how the rest felt.
And the bloody hand? Sasuke wasn't centuries old to come crumbling down at the smell of someone's blood. It was inviting; sweet and tempting; but he could hold himself even in a presence of an unknown person. With Naruto it all came to him even easier, which considering the effect of his presence, wasn't such a surprise.
"Uhm, so…"
At the voice next to him Sasuke turned towards the blond. He expected him to be out of the car by now, so despite his face stayed completely expressionless he felt a tingle of something inside his chest.
"It's kinda late, but do you want to go up for a coffee or something?" Naruto finished his invitation hesitantly.
Vampires don't drink coffee. Sasuke hated coffee even when he was still human. It was one of the little things he actually remembered. So naturally, he intended to 'politely' refuse.
But then he registered his mouth already answering for him. "Sure."
It was too late to take it back and seeing Naruto's soft blush he didn't even want to. Sasuke knew about the effect his appearance had on other people, he learnt to use it a long time ago. He never thought about using this on Naruto though. Why should he? He wanted to kill the boy, not woo him. It wouldn't make sense. Yet this unknowing blond seemed to find him appealing. What a fool he was. If only he knew about Sasuke's hobby during these last three months he probably wouldn't be that friendly to him.
What was that? A quiver of guilt? No! That couldn't be. It was late for any doubts anyway. Naruto was already standing next to the door of his apartment. Unlocking them and right after that opening. He let Sasuke inside with sheepish smile, apologizing for the mess. Not like Sasuke wasn't already familiar with that as well.
"You should take care of the hand," Sasuke hummed and closed the door behind them.
Naruto glanced at his injured hand. The blood was almost dry, the cut not that deep, but it would still need some bandaging. "Yeah, I need to wash it," he announced and made his way to the kitchen.
Sasuke thought about telling him that if he would put the cut under a stream of warm water it would probably start bleeding again, but he didn't really feel like talking much. Or explaining anything to the idiot. If he didn't realize that himself, it was his own fault. He was the one who was going to have kitchen stained with blood... among other things.
"Oh crap!"
Yep. He was an idiot.
Stalking after Naruto Sasuke stopped in the kitchen. His hip casually propped on the counter and arms folded he watched as the dimwit stood above the sink, new blood pouring from the cut, water still running. It probably didn't really hurt anymore, but it was a mess. A lot of mess. A mess Sasuke actually kind of liked. The smell of the boy's blood was like a cherry on a cake to the aroma of him as a person, and the vampire suddenly discovered that he very much enjoyed cherries.
Sasuke stared at the trickles of red fluid streaming down Naruto's hand. And he left his eyes in one place just a second longer than he should have.
"Hey! Don't even think about it!" Naruto called out and Sasuke's gaze snapped up towards his face.
The vamp scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. Do you have bandages?" He looked around as if expecting to find a first aid kit stashed somewhere near.
"Yeah, somewhere… but wait." Naruto seemed to be thinking deeply. "You mean you're not even tempted?"
"No! Bandages?" Sasuke raised an impatient eyebrow. He lied. Of course he did. What was he supposed to tell the moron? That he would want to suck him dry but his inner demon went for a stroll who-knows-where? That if he could, he would sink his teeth deep into that tanned skin and gulp on everything Naruto could give until his body would move no more? That he prayed he could bury himself deep into that warm flesh and own every inch of the sweet boy. Suck him. Taste him. Mark him.
Wait a second… was this still about killing him? Yeah, possibly not. Sasuke refused to name the feeling bubbling from the depths of his abdomen, or so much as categorize it. But between you and me, this vampire didn't experience lust for such a long time that he almost forgot how it feels to desire someone else in any other manner than as a prey. So yes, Sasuke was starting to secretly lust for the boy, but he was way too stubborn to admit it. Unfortunately.
Small pout appeared on Naruto's face at hearing Sasuke's rejection. "Come on," he dragged the sentence. "Not even a lick?" he suggested mischievously.
Sasuke should probably warn him that you do not tempt a vampire. Like never! It was as hard to resist the temptation as refusing a tasty food. He could do it, if he really wanted to. Or he could simply succumb to the sweet calling of Naruto's blood, if he felt like it.
"A small lick?" Naruto lured him further.
The decision has been made. Sasuke gave in with an inward shrug. If the dumb blond was offering so willingly, why should he even try to resist? He was kind of hungry anyway.
The vampire detached his hip from the edge of the counter and approached the boy with two slow and deliberate steps. He saw Naruto's eyes growing wider as the distance between them was gradually disappearing. Sasuke reached for the tap and turned the running water off. The kitchen fell into stiff silence, only driblets of Naruto's blood measured time as they dropped unsteadily into the sink.
His next target was Naruto's hand and Sasuke gently grasped it from below to lead the injured palm under his face. He felt a small twitch in Naruto's arm, but other than that the boy seemed too shocked to actually move or protest. He brought this upon himself. Sasuke neared the red soaked skin, his own hand now being stained by the aromatic flow.
Pink tongue darted out and Sasuke gave Naruto's hand a tantalizing lick. The metal taste of blood immediately attacked his senses. Sasuke began to lap on the thick fluid like a kitten drinking a bowl of milk. Just as he expected, Naruto's taste was beyond sublime. It calmed his body and relaxed his soul. It was rich and the feeling of it melted on his tongue and slid inside his throat like hot chocolate.
Sasuke vaguely registered soft vibrations beginning to raise from his own chest. His other hand instinctively reached for Naruto's waist and wrapped itself around the boy's body. It was the most primitive of actions – to hold the prey in one place. Sasuke knew how close they now stood and he was also aware of the heat eliciting from the boy. He could sense everything. His fear, his anxiety, his surprise. But he chose to be lost in his own momentary pleasure and ignored all these mixed emotions. Even the tincture of arousal and Naruto's mildly labored breaths fanning over the side of his face.
Sasuke dragged his tongue over the cut and gently nipped on every small dose of blood which leaked out. He rounded his lips around and sucked softly, swallowing even the tiniest amount with care and delicacy. He had no memory of closing his eyes, so when Naruto hoarsely spoke up, he found himself opening them quickly and with shock.
"You're purring," Naruto whispered. The words fluttered to the vampire heavily and it took a second before his brain processed them.
He distanced his face from Naruto's hand and straightened, looking deep into his vivid blue eyes. Their position now strongly resembled a dancing pair for the boy had placed his free hand on Sasuke's shoulder. It laid there hesitantly and with no intention to push him away.
Naruto spoke again. "I had no idea vampires can purr," he breathed out in awe.
"We don't," Sasuke replied, immediately knowing that it was complete nonsense, because his own body just proved otherwise. Those soft vibrations raising from his chest a while ago could indeed be perceived as a purr of a cat. He released the blond and stepped away. "Your hand is clean," he declared and watched as Naruto glanced at his licked palm.
"Thanks," he murmured.
The sound of a purr reached their ears once again and both men simultaneously looked down to Sasuke's feet. There… a kitten lazily snuggled the vampire's ankle.
"Kakashi," Naruto said with a smile.
The vapor of previous tension faded away and Sasuke bent down to pick up the little furry creature. "You have a cat," he stated matter-of-factly. Where did he see this animal before?
"Yeah. For a while now. You wouldn't believe it, but some asshole left it in the middle of a road. Just like that. Who can do such a thing? This poor little guy was all scared and shaking when I took him home," Naruto explained.
Sasuke watched Kakashi the kitten in his hands for a while. Yep. It was definitely the one he had bought in order to kill Naruto. He didn't really expect that the moron would actually keep the animal. It looked genuinely happy in the blond's care though. That much Sasuke had to admit.
The vampire held it in front of his face, as if seeing a cat for the first time in his life. The cute thing began to purr again and tapped Sasuke's nose with its soft little paw. Naruto chuckled at the view and Sasuke carefully placed the kitten back on the floor where it continued to circle and curl around his legs.
Awkward silence settled between them.
"I should go," Sasuke hummed after a while. He didn't really want to leave. To be completely honest he considered Naruto's home a newly found paradise. With Naruto actually being there too, it was the perfect place to spent an eternity and soak in the warmth that radiated from the boy in unhealthy amounts. But it was exactly what he needed to avoid.
Maybe that was the reason Sasuke kept trying to kill the boy before. He couldn't afford all this. He was too old for this shit and had no idea how it was actually done in this era. Was it the same as fifty years ago? Or as one hundred years ago? And how was it done then? When was the last time Sasuke actually tried to establish a real romantic relationship? Was that even what would Naruto want? Was it what Sasuke really wanted? How could you recognize these feelings anyway?
Sasuke had knowledge about seducing people. He knew how to successfully charm a person and play all the shallow and empty games which in the end could hardly last few weeks. But few weeks were like a minute in the life of a vampire. They needed more to actually feel the strength of a bond. Maybe months? Years? Sasuke had no idea anymore.
People in the new age considered vampires sex symbols. They thought that being with one was the greatest adventure in the world. The adrenaline, thrill, danger and excitement. But that was usually only the human's point of view. The reality was completely different for a vampire. People thought that a vampire could fall for a person in matter of days. That they could be smitten by a human's smell or looks. That there were special people who attracted vampires like a honey attracts flies.
Well… of course there were people like that. But guess what happened to a person who smelled really nice? Yes. They got eaten. Very quickly actually. The vampire probably regretted a decision like that. But when instincts kicked in, there was not much they could do. Most of them didn't even want to. They would remember the person for the rest of their immortal existence and the memory would live with them. Eternally. While the vampire's existence went on, hollow and lonely, with nothing more to do than cling to another human who would eventually end up just as another victim.
Naruto should have been one too. He should have died a long ago. But he was… different. His spirit was strong and instead of actually fueling the vampire's hunger, it muffled it. Somehow, Naruto could make Sasuke feel almost human. Almost being the key word, because Sasuke still had no idea how to act humanely.
And so he was here, standing stiffly in the middle of Naruto's kitchen with a cat named Kakashi whirling around his legs; demanding attention; and human named Naruto smiling at him happily and demanding – nothing.
"You can't leave yet!" Naruto exclaimed suddenly. Or at least that's how it felt to Sasuke who got completely lost in his thoughts for quite a while. The vampire actually needed to recall the last thing he had said. Yes… that he should leave, but he never moved from his spot. How long had he been just standing there? It must have looked incredibly stupid.
Not to Naruto though, because the joyful boy simply continued where he left off. "I've offered you a coffee… or something… but since I don't really have anything else, coffee will have to do." Naruto turned around enthusiastically and began to rummage through his messy shelves full of stuff.
Being temporarily freed from the effect of Naruto's merry smile, Sasuke did exactly what he considered right at that given second. He left. Abandoning Naruto and kitten Kakashi in the kitchen, Sasuke made his way towards the main door. He heard Naruto blab to himself and then cut the sentence in the middle when he realized that Sasuke was no longer there to listen. But at that moment the main door were already slammed shut. Naruto being left in his apartment, probably holding two empty cups in his hands, and Sasuke walking down to his car – quickly – before he would change his mind and then never be able to leave Naruto again.

A/N: This was originally meant to be a one shot. Then two... then three... and now I've ended with this. So yes... there will be one more chapter and it will be the last one! I've never thought about the story further, so I would have nothing for more chapters anyway. But I promise it will have a proper ending. :)

Btw... I hope kitten Kakashi wasn't too weird. The reason I chose to name it like that is because this story is written for a friend and Kakashi is one of her fav characters from Naruto. So I wanted to have him there as well. ^^
xLoveless19: Don't laugh, please! This was my awkward way of including even Kakashi into this freaky b-day fic. I hope you'll find it at least funny... hopefully cute. :)
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