The chirping of crickets and rustling of wind through dry leaves accompanied Iruka as he traveled through the tranquil forest. Atop his horse, he held the worn leather reins easily, swaying with the horse's trot.

Tonight Naruto had shown incredible growth in his lessons, making up for the difficulties they often encountered. The young boy was a well of boundless energy, eager to learn but at the same time, eager to cause mischief. Kushina and Minato most certainly had their hands full, but Iruka was proud to see Naruto's vigor channeled into more productive activities. He would become an exemplary young man one day.

A smile curled Iruka's lips as he fingered the small knickknack in his vest pocket that Naruto had bequeathed him; a shiny new marble with colors that resembled the night sky. One of countless gifts Naruto often presented to him, a token of their friendship and camaraderie. Naruto saw him more than a tutor and Iruka was attached to him as more than a student, along the lines of a younger brother, seeing as his parents doted on him just as much, habitually manipulating him into staying later than he should. Not that he minded, he enjoyed their company just as much.

Focusing on his surroundings, Iruka pondered the time, noting the waning moon as it peeked from the canopy of trees above his head. It would take around half an hour to get back home, but he felt no rush despite the dying light. He was familiar with the forest and wasn't quite looking forward to going back. A week had come and gone since he'd last seen Kakashi and the vampire had yet to make his appearance, leaving Iruka awaiting his arrival nightly visits with a peculiar sense of loneliness. His bedroom strangely changed by Kakashi's presence, Iruka found it lacking without him.

To combat the growing apprehension at Kakashi's absence, Iruka had fixated his attention elsewhere. Making use of his vast collection of books and of the connections he had to bookkeepers, he had set out to learn as much as possible about Kakashi and his kind.

Needless to say most of the readings he encountered were farcical, mere childlike tales and warnings. There were no concrete truths to be learned, no facts to draw from and learn. He could find no verifiable knowledge about night-walkers that extended beyond the basics of blood drinking and allures. Of course he hadn't expected much, seeing as mythical creatures more than likely didn't write about themselves.

Perhaps he could.

If the opportunity came, he'd have to ask Kakashi directly and hope he'd be willing to answer his questions. The absence of intimate insight on his future lover left Iruka feeling put out, as Kakashi knew more about him which left them unbalanced. It wouldn't do to be left ignorant and uninformed.

An owl hooted nearby, drawing Iruka abruptly from his reverie. He grimaced. While he was deeply familiar with the woods, it was probably best he hurry along and get home, for as well as he knew the way, he did not have the abilities to see in the night. That particular gift existed within Kakashi, the thought bringing about a quiet ache for the other.

The instructor shifted in the saddle, listening to the muted thud of hooves on soft dirt, the whisper of grass, and the crackle of broken branches. Frogs croaked, alerting Iruka of the nearby stream that ran alongside the path. In the subdued moonlight that guided his way, Iruka began to hum, feeling tendrils of his hair brush his cheeks as the night winds brought the forest to life. It was peaceful, comforting.

Iruka's horse startling and rearing up with the first sign something was wrong.

With a surprised yelp, Iruka pulled back the reins, trying to calm the beast and keep his seat. "Whoa boy, whoa!"

The mount whinnied, jerking in a circle as he bucked and snorted, hooves digging into the ground forcefully. Iruka rocked in the saddle, in danger of falling off. He reflexively dug his heels into the horse's sides, causing the animal to jump and cry out. Rearing back again, Iruka was thrown off, tumbling down into the dirt.

"Oof!"

Dazed and wheezing, Iruka grunted rolled to his side, attempting to sit up. Pain swept over him as he moved to get to his feet and to the horse. He was barely on his knees when beast then took off, galloping as though from the devil himself. He was out of sight in seconds.

Still out of breath, Iruka cursed, finally on his feet. What in the god's names had gotten into him? He could see nothing that would have warranted the reaction. Had the creature seen something Iruka hadn't? What ever it had been, the instructor was left alone. He'd have to walk back to the Namikaze household and ask for a fresh horse. He could only hope his own was heading home to the safety of the stable. Dusting himself off Iruka checked for injuries, pausing as he was suddenly aware of the second sign.

The forest was utterly silent.

No crickets chirped, no frogs croaked. Only the wind still blew but even it seemed hushed, feeding the paranoia that began to build steadily. Instincts warning him to be vigilant and his heart beating in a fast rhythm, Iruka snatched his fallen cloak from the ground and wrapped it around himself.

He started walking back, gaze skirting from side to side as he quickened his pace. The once comfortable shadows that surrounded him now seemed sinister, eerie. The sound of his own breathing sounded loud and harsh in the silence.

"A lovely night, isn't it?"

Iruka froze, breath caught in his throat. Slowly and unwillingly, he turned around, eyes falling on the figure that he hadn't heard approach.

It was a boy, older than Naruto but his face still round and childish with large eyes. Black, straight hair reached past his shoulders, making him appear as if a girl. He wore a tunic, the color indistinguishable in the scant light, with pale trousers and no shoes.

"You shouldn't be out here alone." The youth commented as he glanced around, stepped forward. He moved gracefully, inhumanly.

"I would say the same to you," Iruka responded tersely, lips dry. Around them, a thin mist began to seep in, barely discernible at first but growing in strength. "You should be home."

"I am home. I live here."

Iruka knew very well that no houses resided in their vicinity. The boy was lying.

"I—"

"My name is Haku," the boy interrupted him, smiling. There was no warmth in the expression, no kindness. Inclining his head, he continued, "and he is Zabuza."

A split second of confusion inundated Iruka's mind before he sensed the presence of another once more behind him. At once he felt pressure, though it wasn't physical. It was a strange force that pressed against him, bidding him to yield to its strength. The hairs on his neck stood up and the feeling of danger that was lurking in his blood rose sharply.

Whirling around, Iruka took an involuntary step back, eyes widening. Before him was a tall, shirtless man with white bandages wrapped around his mouth. Short black hair decorated his hair as bizarre black markings resembling splotches adorned his forearms. A large falchion sword was strapped to his back with leather straps. He didn't move, a statue as his black eyes followed Iruka intently.

Oh fuck. Thieves? Iruka glanced back to Haku, jumping when the boy was much closer than before. Haku was now paler, his skin almost glowing milk white. His smile grew frigid.

"Poor little man, all alone in the forest." He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from Iruka's cheek, the brunet finding himself unable to look away from Haku's beautiful dark eyes. His eyes began to water and sting as his mind commanded his body to turn away, but he could not move, held captive by the entrancing gaze.

"But we are grateful. Visitors are rare, and nourishment rarer still. I shall honor every piece of you."

Haku glanced towards Zabuza and Iruka traced his gaze, terrified.

The swordsman was removing the bandages, revealing smooth, unblemished skin that split into a gruesome mouth tipped with razor sharp teeth. Zabuza's black gaze bled into the white of his sclera, and his skin darkened and stretched.

Iruka didn't wait to see what the end result of the creature was. Free of Haku's hypnotic stare, Iruka turned and ran for dear life, heart pounding and chest heaving frantically. Stumbling through the thickened fog around his legs, the instructor prayed to the old gods and the new as he dashed to the safety of the town and the Namikaze household.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He cried, panic nipping at his heels with every step.

He didn't make it far, thrown once more to the ground as Haku appeared in front of him and shoved him down. Shouting in pain, Iruka scrambled back in the dirt, away from the approaching boy. Was he about to die? Was the end of his life?

Haku reached for Iruka just as Zabuza materialized beside him, sword sliding from its sheath as more fog spilled forth. "It'll be quick, I promise."

An arm dug across Iruka's waist and he was dragged from the ground and thrust behind a solid figure. Ready to fight the meager fight he could, Iruka went stock still as he immediately recognized the breadth of those shoulders, the familiar shock of silver hair.

Kakashi!

Speechless, Iruka felt a rush of relief that was quickly doused by the realization that he was in the presence of three very dangerous beings, two of which had just attempted to kill him. There was no time to rejoice.

"Be gone nightwalker, this is not your meal." Zabuza spoke, Haku's smile twisted into an ugly frown. His voice was grating, deep and full of threat. The man stepped before Kakashi, a menacing aura wafting off of him.

"A demon and a water spirit out on the hunt. Pardon me for dropping in." Kakashi remarked, his tone even but equally as full of malice. The line of his back was rigid, tense with coiling strength as he mimicked Zabuza's stance.

Kakashi was protecting him.

It brought a jolt of affection for the vampire, but it also worry for Kakashi's own safety. He didn't want Kakashi to be harmed on his behalf. Iruka shifted nervously, his shoes scuffing the ground. Immediately Zabuza and Haku turned to stare at him, and Iruka shrank back. The silver-haired man moved again, blocking their line of sight.

"I will not ask again. This kill is ours."

"Lay a hand on him and you'll have no hands."

"You dare interfere?"

"It would seem so."

Haku was silent, his calculating gaze switching between Kakashi and Zabuza, to Iruka and back. "What is he to you? Do you lay claim to his soul?"

"He is mine-" Kakashi thundered.

Zabuza moved to strike with his sword but Haku held up a hand; the demon went still. "Drain him, leave the body. There is no need for bloodshed amongst fellows of the realm, we can share like civilized beings."

Kakashi didn't speak, but the alarming power he gave off grew into something terrible that had Iruka petrified. The air was static with tension and danger, quieting the forest further until no winds blew. Neither of the creatures breathed, and Iruka found it difficult to draw breath with the thrumming energy that was roiling to a point.

The mist that had accumulated was now dispersing, leeching away around Zabuza and Kakashi.

Iruka caught Kakashi's profile, shocked at the glowing red of his normally grey eye. Fangs fully descended and mouth twisted into a vicious snarl, the vampire looked every bit the night creature he was.

Haku blinked before his eyes narrowed into slits. "Perhaps we shall feast elsewhere tonight, as this mortal soul is not worth butchery. We take our leave, but know that if we cross paths again, there will be no niceties."

Zabuza sheathed his sword, the metal singing. He then methodically rewound the bandages over his mouth, hiding the pointed teeth that rivaled Kakashi's fangs. "Farewell, human, vampire," he rumbled.

The demon gave his back to Kakashi and vanished into thin air, the acrid smell of sulfur following his departure.

Where Haku had once stood was a shallow puddle.

xXx

Once Iruka was safely tucked away in his house and in his bedroom, Kakashi thought he would finally relax.

His nature demanded retribution for the threat of Iruka nearly being killed; it wanted bloody revenge and violence, pounding a steady rhythm throughout his being the longer he fought to calm down. Alternatively watching the door and windows, Kakashi paced the room, unable to keep still.

Iruka sat at the central round table, chair scraping on the wooden floor as he leaned forward. He was paler and reeked of subsiding fear and perspiration, but Kakashi smelt no blood to indicate injuries. Though, Iruka did stink of demon and nix, the disgusting stench further eating away at Kakashi's resolve.

It didn't help that he hadn't eaten in weeks, unable to drink from Iruka. Having been away on business and important dealings, Kakashi had to stomach subpar meals from convenient victims. He'd found out very quickly that the more he drank from Iruka, the less he could withstand the taste of anyone else, eventually forced to fast until their next meeting.

"Will that be happening more often?" Iruka asked quietly, drawing his attention.

"Possibly."

Iruka seemed to take the information in stride, much to Kakashi's relief working through it rationally. "Did they….ah, was it because you—?"

"I didn't draw them to you, if that's what you're asking." Kakashi arched a brow as the brunet blinked and turned to face him.

"Any particular reason they wanted me then?"

Kakashi shrugged a shoulder as casually as he could. "Coincidence. You wandered into their hunting ground, you were fair game."

"I nearly died," Iruka huffed in a tone of disbelief, rubbing his palm across the bottom half of his face. "I would have died."

"It wouldn't be your first brush with death. I am still here," Kakashi smirked, eyes once more darting to the windows as his ears strained to pick up any suspicious noises. He didn't expect to see them again, but the feeling of danger persisted. "And of course you would draw the attention of two very deadly creatures. It seems to be your gift."

"Ah yes, the gift of enticing mythical beings. You've discovered my secret." Iruka chuckled, bringing pink to his cheeks. The ashen pallor was melting away, becoming the warm tan of his natural skin tone.

"You've certainly caught me in your web." Kakashi leered at Iruka, switching to a grin as the instructor flushed.

"Welcome to my parlor."

Amused at the brunet's boldness, Kakashi ceased his pacing and stepped towards Iruka, wanting to touch him. He stopped when the foul scent of demon invaded his nose in a fresh wave. At once his body reacted defensively; his fangs threatened to slide out and his normally trim nails lengthened into claws as his eyes focused sharply. Kakashi grimaced as he forced control over his body. The irony of being a receptacle of incredible strength and power, only to fall weak to his own body's reactions was not lost on Kakashi.

Iruka was blind to his struggle, lapsing into silence again as he stared at his feet. "So there are such things as demons and water spirits. I wonder what being I'll be meeting next." He said wryly.

"Worry not, there aren't many of us hanging around here. Though, a demon and nix are a very odd pair. It wouldn't be too farfetched to anticipate other unusual sights."

"Odder than a human and vampire?"

Kakashi's lips quirked, slightly strained. "Not quite. We win in that regard."

"Good to hear." Iruka then pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in thought as his hands fidgeted in his lap. "You've come to my aid once more."

Kakashi gritted his teeth, jaw aching. "It was purely by chance. I was on my way to see you when I caught your scent cutting into the woods. The change in smell told me you were in danger." His non-beating heart had just about restarted when the familiar fragrance had been overtaken by the rank odor of demon, much like it was now.

His face tantalizingly red, Iruka swiftly stood and began to unbutton his vest, moving onto the collar of his shirt once the garment slipped to his feet. The column of his neck exposed, Kakashi salivated.

"If you will." Iruka indicated to his throat, unable to hold Kakashi's gaze and looking away. The vampire found his embarrassment and shyness endearing

"Love, as much as I want to take you right now, I must ask that you go bathe."

"…Pardon?"

xXx

Thankfully Iruka had been understanding and had quickly heated water for the large copper tub in his washroom. Sitting on Iruka's bed, Kakashi listened as the human rummaged around the adjacent room before finally stepping into the tub with a muted splash of water. Curiosity and tinges of want urged and successfully drove Kakashi to leave the chamber and make his way to Iruka. The door was unlatched, easily swinging open to reveal an alluring sight.

In the middle of the room, the claw-footed tub took up a large amount of space. It was elegantly carved, befitting of the human resting inside. The water lapped mid-chest with his knees poking out, hazy in the steadily rising steam; the rest of his body was tastefully hidden.

With nothing but the pure, riveting aroma that was Iruka wafting in the air, Kakashi was unable to stay back. Wordlessly, he unbuttoned his waistcoat, carelessly dropping the clothing onto the floor. He then rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, taking a knee right behind Iruka who still hadn't noticed him. It was a shame Iruka had already washed his hair; he'd have to take advantage the next time Iruka bathed.

"Do all other creatures have distinctive odors? Are you able to tell from smell alone?" Iruka called out, using a white washcloth to scrub at his forearms. "That must be a useful trick."

"Sight and smell, even when they're clever enough to attempt to stay hidden." Kakashi replied, his hands reaching out to caress Iruka's shoulders before trailing down to take the washcloth from Iruka's now rigid grip. He had surprised the instructor and it brought a smile to his lips.

Wringing it out, he lightly pushed Iruka forward, curving his back delectably. Fingers sliding over each bump of vertebrae, Kakashi rubbed the cloth in slow circles, deliberately keeping the motion light and sensual. Iruka's naturally tan skin was a stark contrast to his pale flesh; together they made a peculiar combination. "But the young ones," he continued, "are far easier to spot."

"I-I can wash myself." Iruka breathed out, turning to face Kakashi but stopped by the vampire himself. Sharp nails tickled the tender skin of his neck, tracing the rise of his Adam's apple and sinking down to grace over his collarbones.

"I assure you, I'm well aware of what you're capable of." Kakashi whispered. "But allow me this pleasure." Finished with Iruka's back and shoulders, Kakashi tugged the human to rest against the lip of the tub, his chest rising up as Iruka leaned into position. The human's head titled back, warm brown eyes meeting Kakashi's bicolored pair.

"Washing me is pleasurable?" Iruka responded just as quietly, gaze smoky. Lips parted and Kakashi very nearly attacked.

"It can be."

Boldly, Kakashi dipped the cloth into the hot water, dragging the sopping fabric across Iruka's ribs and pectorals. He rubbed it across the tips of Iruka's nipples in small swirls, feeling the sensitive flesh bead beneath his touch.

Iruka's lips curved into an 'o' and a small sound escaped him. He firmly gripped the edges of the tub, spine arching into the sensation as Kakashi softly thumbed the pebbled flesh, the pads of his fingers creating a pleasant friction as they peeked from the cover of the cloth.

Kakashi bent down, his nose brushing the curve of Iruka's ear as he spoke lowly. "I do intend to keep my promise to you. Do you remember what I said?"

The washcloth abandoned Iruka's quivering chest and snuck down to stroke the soft skin of his abdomen, beneath the line of water. Greedy fingers outlined Iruka's navel, Kakashi impressed with the solid wall of muscles hidden underneath.

"Impossible to forget," Iruka breathed, shifting away from the caress, clearly unable to stand the teasing.

Kakashi purred, following Iruka's movements. "Tell me."

"You said…you'd fuck me." Iruka gasped, jolting straight up as Kakashi's hand dipped between his thighs, the clothed grip bringing a keening cry from the instructor. "Oh god."

Using the cloth for friction, Kakashi stroked Iruka slowly and steadily, the water beginning to rock with the motion. Iruka's wet hand came up to clutch his forearm, soaking his cuffs while blunt nails dug into his arm.

Letting go, Kakashi suddenly appeared in front of the brunet, kneeling inside the tub. His trousers and shoes were instantly soaked but Kakashi couldn't find it in him to care. Reaching into the water and grabbing hold of Iruka's ankle, Kakashi planted the foot to his chest, running the washcloth up and down Iruka's calf. He caressed the thin skin covering his ankle bone, watching Iruka shiver from the touches. He could feel the other's toes curling against his shirt.

"What was that?" He murmured, his fangs sore with want as he was inundated with the waves of Iruka's excitement. He could clearly hear the other's heart beating frantically in his chest, could hear the whisper of blood traveling through his veins. Naked and wet before him, Iruka was vulnerable, the epitome of his fantasies.

The raging need to bite and drink threatened to overwhelm Kakashi, but he resisted mightily. The compulsion that was driving him to claim Iruka was no longer powered by the risk of other beings harming Iruka, but by the human himself. The hold Iruka unknowingly had on him was precarious.

"Fuck me." Iruka cried out, squirming and trying to pull his foot free as Kakashi slid the towel to the sensitive meat of his inner thigh, alternately massaging and washing.

"And I will." Kakashi smirked and rewarded his human. His hand slid further up and touched the pouch of Iruka's testicles before wrapping around his cock again.

Rhythmically stroking with the small towel, Kakashi's smirk grew as Iruka's weak composure broke, leaving him mumbling and rolling his hips in need. Water splashed out of the tub, accumulating in puddles on the floor. Bending forward and pushing Iruka's leg away from his chest, Kakashi went lower, brushing Iruka's entrance. Iruka's leg twitched spastically, sending water droplets in all directions.

"Right here, I will enter you." Kakashi emphasized his words with a light push, not enough to breach but enough to cause the pucker to twitch. Unintentionally, his voice grew gravelly and rough. "Then you will truly be mine. In blood and body, I will own all of you."

Iruka grunted as his hand came up to clasp Kakashi's collar tightly, tugging him down. "And you'll be mine."

The flair of possessiveness was perfection. Kakashi yearned to taste the temptation of flesh, leaning forward for a kiss. "Of course."

His lips met Iruka's in a vibrant clash of need, diving in and savoring that enigmatic flavor. Nipping on Iruka's tongue, Kakashi cradled Iruka's head carefully, holding him in place as Kakashi kissed more forcefully, bolstered by the small noises escaping Iruka. Oh how he wanted to take him right there, but there were preparations to make before he bedded the human.

Reluctantly pulling away from Iruka's swollen lips and wanton gaze, Kakashi climbed out of the tub and picked up the towels Iruka had set out prior. Unraveling the soft material, he handed it to Iruka who was coming to his senses but still very much aroused. "Dry yourself and wait in your chamber. I shall be with you shortly." Kakashi ordered.

A swift visit to the kitchen let Kakashi find a container of cooking oil. It wasn't his preferred method, but it would suffice. Jar in hand, the next second he was entering Iruka's bedroom once more.

He was pleased to see Iruka sitting on his bed, fidgeting and nervous. He was wrapped in a large towel, notably hiding his erection. Kakashi's lips twitched. They had done considerably lewd things already; there was no need for bashfulness. But it certainly added to Iruka's overall appeal of innocence.

Kakashi set the oil down on the nightstand, focusing next on removing his wet clothing. His back to Iruka, he deliberately stripped slowly, aware of the eyes watching his every move. "Tell me, have you ever slept with another man? I ask solely out of concern."

"…no, I have not." Iruka replied quickly, his words rushed. Kakashi would bet every cent he had to his name that Iruka's cheeks were glowing red with embarrassment.

"Then this is truly a special occasion."

"Which isn't to say I'm completely without experience."

Kakashi stilled, eyebrows perched high on his forehead.

"I do know what I like."

Throat dry, the vampire licked his lips and shuffled out of his waterlogged trousers. He would need to profusely thank whichever deity had taken a shine to him and twined their fates to meet. "I'm tempted to ask, but I shall know soon enough."

Iruka let out a short laugh. "Quite cocky."

Completely undressed and still dripping with water, Kakashi stood at the foot of Iruka's bed, enjoying Iruka's scandalized expression as he gave himself a couple of leisurely strokes. "Not without reason," He smirked, watching the brunet's flustered appearance deepen as his eyes trailed over Kakashi's body, lingering below his hips. The proof of Kakashi's desire was standing tall at attention, gently curving up towards his stomach.

Kakashi leaned forward and placed a knee on the edge of the bed. Iruka scooted back in response, still keeping the towel around himself; the silver-haired man tsked. "Reveal yourself to me," He ordered, his voice husky.

Wordlessly and without resistance, Iruka did as he was commanded.

"Shall I tell you what I plan to do to you?" Kakashi whispered, taking away the blanket and using it quickly dry off before tossing it aside. He crawled further on the bed, rising above Iruka's prone form. "How I plan to take you apart until I'm deep within you?"

The instructor blinked rapidly, face coloring as he gazed up at Kakashi. "I'm not sure I want to know." Iruka replied, voice trembling.

The vampire smiled in agreement. "Good choice. It will be a surprise."

He hadn't intended on taking this path for their first time, fully expecting Iruka to take a different role, one of someone more shy and reserved, but he was nothing if not improvisational. Using a soft scarf he filched from Iruka's armoire, Kakashi wrapped the fabric around Iruka's eyes and tied it in a sturdy knot at his nape.

Startled, Iruka sat up and touched the scarf. "Kakashi, what are you doing?"

"What you asked for," Kakashi leered. "Stripped of your eyesight, you'll know nothing but heightened sensations."

To illustrate his point, Kakashi walked his fingers down Iruka's stomach, watching his muscles contract and body jump in surprise.

"Gods, what have I gotten myself into." Iruka muttered, licking his lips and falling back onto the bed. "It seems that I will be dying tonight." Dark red spread from his face to his shoulders and chest.

Kakashi inclined his head, fascinated. "Albeit a more enjoyable one."

Iruka gave him a tiny smile. "We'll see. Or at least one of us will."

"Hush or I'll restrain you as well."

The brunet swallowed, Kakashi's eyes tracking the movement of his Adam's apple. "Deviant."

"Perhaps I'm not the only one. Who knows what you do when all alone."

Iruka's lips pursed and Kakashi immediately leaned down for a slow, passionate kiss. He swept his tongue along Iruka's lower lip, pulling the flesh into his mouth and sucking on it carefully, unable to retract his fangs this far along. He deepened the kiss, stroking further with his tongue. Iruka responded eagerly, head tilting to slot their mouths together more firmly.

Satisfied, Kakashi soon left Iruka's mouth a matching swollen red. Easing into light, smaller kisses along Iruka's chin and jawline, Kakashi felt the human's arms come up and encircle his neck. Fingers carded through his hair, the gentle caresses stirring his hunger.

The brunet's breathing became ragged. "Even so, your imagination is greater than anything I've done."

"Oh? So you don't begin by slowly stroking yourself in the safety of your bed at night, driven with need to cum? You don't slide to your knees and work yourself open, reaching deep within yourself where you wish something else would replace your fingers?"

Kakashi's hand snaked down and teased at the leaking head of Iruka's cock, adjusting his position and Iruka's body curled at the unexpected touch. The hands in his hair tightened deliciously, the bite of pain arousing him more.

"N-no…," Iruka grunted, hips rocking lightly.

"You don't sweat with want as you pump your fingers in and out, your other hand wrapped around your cock? Your chest pressing down, rubbing on the sheets as you cry out in desire?" Kakashi wanted to emphasize his words and reach inside Iruka's entrance, but he withheld, planning on taking his time.

"Oooh fuck, Kakashi."

Disentangling Iruka's hands from his hair, Kakashi sat back on his heels, eyes taking in Iruka's now sweaty and obscenely warm body. "Place your hands beside your head and don't move them, else I will tie you up."

As if his life depended upon it, Iruka complied, a shiver running through him. His fingers twisted into fists that curled and uncurled restlessly.

Kakashi arched a brow and tongued a fang. Was it possible Iruka had a penchant for being ordered?

He would have to test it.

"Part your legs and bend your knees. Make sure I'm able to see all of you." He instructed, purposefully making his words demanding and full of threat.

Iruka's cock jumped and his legs opened easily. Knees bent, Iruka's pelvis tilted up, exposing his most intimate areas. The brunet was now breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down. His nipples were perked in excitement, drawing Kakashi's hands.

Once more rubbing the peaks, Kakashi bent and took onto his mouth. He laved the nipple roughly, using the very edge of his teeth to scrape across the tip. Iruka cursed and threw his head back, his words broken and incoherent.

The urge to bite down rose and Kakashi very nearly let himself then and there. Instead, he released Iruka's nipple and scooted down, nestling himself between Iruka's thighs. Iruka's cock dangerously close to Kakashi's fanged canines, he gave Iruka a warning, licking a long stripe up Iruka's erection. It twitched and pulsed, matching his own throbbing cock that dug into the bed.

A second later and his fangs were buried in the crease of Iruka's thigh and hip, draining hot blood from Iruka's femoral artery.

Iruka convulsed at the sudden bite, hands scratching at Kakashi's shoulders as he cried out. "Fuck!"

Kakashi drank, the dark hunger hitting him intensely. He was insatiable but kept an iron grip on his impulses, not wanting to gorge just yet. He anchored Iruka's hips down, biting harder. Above him, Iruka shook, his free leg bumping Kakashi repeatedly.

Letting out a muffled moan of pleasure, Kakashi awkwardly shifted to his knees, keeping the bite unbroken. He was losing patience. The compulsion to fully devour Iruka was exacerbated by the heavenly taste of the other draining into his mouth.

His erection wept, leaking his fluid into the sheets, craving to be sheathed by the human's warmth. With the slide of his tongue he sealed the wound so that only a few drops dotted Iruka's skin, which were licked away swiftly.

Kakashi traveled back up Iruka's torso, lazily nicking and sucking tiny scratches which left Iruka mumbling deliriously and digging his nails into his palms. By now, the brunet's body would be confusing the slightest bit of pain with pleasure, leaving him a thousand fold more sensitive to the lightest caresses.

Each press of his lips, each touch of his fingers pulled Iruka into a whirlwind of hazy and all-consuming ecstasy. Before his very eyes Iruka unraveled, whittled down to primal grunts and groans of need. Kakashi couldn't look away, captivated by the delicious and seductive display Iruka unintentionally created. The human was beautiful, wholly unlike any other creature he'd encountered; perhaps Iruka had some different blood in him, creating the obstinate and perfect being he was.

Kakashi had never ached liked this before, desperate for release but denying himself. Intoxicated, his sole focus was Iruka. There wasn't an inch of skin he didn't explore and memorize.

Iruka gasped at the flick of Kakashi's tongue on his carotid. "Kakashi, please."

"Patience, my dear one." Kakashi's own voice was ragged with want.

The vampire reached out for the container of oil, spilling a meager amount as he drizzled it over his fingers. He then reached down and tentatively touched Iruka's entrance. He ran his fingers around the pucker, light and teasing.

Kakashi arched over Iruka's body, taking in every wanton moan and expression rising from Iruka. The brunet's head was tilted back, turning left and right with each swipe of Kakashi's fingers.

Carefully, Kakashi pushed into the ring of muscles, beginning a slow and steady stroke along Iruka's inner walls. He spread the oil liberally, gradually working Iruka open to receive him.

Iruka's hands flew up and latched onto him, the limbs trembling and hot. "Oh shit." He cursed, his voice stronger than his earlier attempts at talking. There was a thread of pain laced in his words.

Kakashi registered the slight grimace on his face and he adjusted his hand. "Didn't I tell you to keep your hands still?" He scolded.

"Didn't you say you'd find what I liked?" Iruka countered.

"Oh?"

In a smooth movement, Kakashi held both of Iruka's wrists in one hand, stretching up to pin them over Iruka's head. "I have you completely at my mercy, your body craving to take me in." He expertly pressed against the small rise of flesh inside Iruka with two fingers.

Iruka let out a strangled breath, mouth opening and closing wordlessly. His hands strained against Kakashi but he held the grip easily.

"I know exactly what you want, and what you need. Your most secretive desires, the dirty and dark longings that drive you. I know you, Iruka."

Iruka nearly wept. "Merciful Gods…"

Three fingers deep, Kakashi withdrew, quickly substituting his hold on Iruka with yet another scarf. He poured more oil into his hand and coated himself.

The broad head of his cock pressed into Iruka, pushing past the tight rim to slide within. Enveloped by velvet heat, Kakashi could barely think, all cognitive activity frozen by the rush of sensations.

The brunet writhed, arching as Kakashi continued to enter him. "Oh."

"Fuck, Iruka."

Seamlessly lined together, Kakashi braced himself on either side of Iruka, waiting. His arms shook, making him recall the first time Iruka forced him to the edge of his control. He purposefully breathed rhythmically, closing his eyes and listening to the thunderous beating of Iruka's heart. He gritted his teeth as Iruka suddenly jerked underneath him.

Iruka tried to raise his hips but winced with the movement. "Hurts more….than I expected."

"Say goodbye to your innocence." The vampire remarked, bending over and lightly biting Iruka's chin. "It's mine, as is all of you." Kakashi gave a short thrust, eyeing Iruka intently. The human's pained expression was wiped clean, the change echoed by a throaty, startled gasp.

Pulling nearly all the way out, Kakashi dove back in, back and hips rolling with increasing power as Iruka squeezed him. It pained him to move away even an inch from Iruka, instantly addicted to the feel of Iruka's inner muscles twitching against him. Despite being slicked by the oil, Iruka's entrance was snug, sucking him back in with each thrust.

Leaning back to his knees, Kakashi grabbed Iruka's waist and yanked him down, spreading his thighs further apart. Slamming back in, he set a harsh, demanding tempo. Each time he was buried until his base, pleasure tore through his body, unlike anything he had experienced before. His thrusts grew deeper, harder as Iruka vocalized his approval.

Shoved back by Kakashi's powerful hips, Iruka's bound hands clutched blindly at the headboard, using the grip to steady himself as he moved with Kakashi, rising up to taking him in and rocking back as Kakashi. Iruka's pelvis rotated in a small circle, a rhythm that had Kakashi biting into his lip, dripping his own blood onto Iruka's bitten and bruised chest.

A menacing growl vibrating deep in his chest, Kakashi was helpless to his darker nature, arching down to mark Iruka permanently. His fangs sank into Iruka's neck, piercing his jugular and drawing in his life blood once more.

Iruka went wild, locking his ankles around Kakashi, impaling himself as he dragged Kakashi closer. The long column of his throat was exposed as he pushed into the bite, broken fragments of Kakashi's name falling from his lips.

The brunet came hard, cum spilling out against their stomachs. His pulsed and throbbed, hot against Kakashi's cool skin as he emptied himself.

As Iruka's walls tightened impossibly around his cock, Kakashi couldn't drink, blood smearing around his mouth and Iruka's neck as he stilled. Swept along with Iruka, Kakashi swallowed a howl that bubbled in his throat. He released deep within Iruka, trembling with the intensity of the ecstasy inundating him.

Retaining enough mental capacity to know he needed to seal the bite, Kakashi sluggishly licked at the wound, feeling unbelievably satiated and full. Still inside his human, Kakashi freed Iruka's hands and withdrew the scarf covering his eyes.

Iruka squinted, blinking rapidly. His struggled to catch his breath, twitching with the slightest touch from Kakashi. "If this is the afterlife, it's not bad." Iruka's voice was hoarse.

The vampire laughed. "If you were taken to the afterlife, I would go there and bring you right back."

He wasn't going to let him go.

FIN

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