Blood and Whiskey

Birthday fic for Mia

A/N: Enjoy

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and TV Tokyo. Whatever

UNBETA'D, PREPARE FOR THE WORST

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The ballroom erupted into hushed whispers and gasps as the butler announced a guest. The jaunty melody from the musicians dipped in volume and quality, creating a bizarre, disjointed sound. Sipping the whiskey Anko slipped him, Iruka turned around to view the source of the strangely jealous and petty remarks he was hearing. His eyes falling onto the newcomer, Iruka missed his mouth and the rim of the glass pressed painfully against his nose.

The man slowly descending the grand stairwell was tall, strikingly so with shocking grey hair that showed no sign of being combed. He had a commanding presence that could be felt from across the room, dulling the vibrant colors and laugher around him. Imposing, regal, sensual. The costumed couples milling about the stairs backed away, giving him a wide berth the further he moved in. Dressed in a crisp white shirt with a wine-red waist coat and midnight black trousers ensemble, the stranger paused, head swiveling to sweep across the room. He removed his frock coat and handed it to a nearby server, continuing to glance around.

Unable to see the guest's face clearly, Iruka lowered his drink before he inhaled it and turned to Anko who was attempting to loosen the strings on her bodice. The purple-laced gown accentuated her figure nicely but came with a price, mainly restricting the ability to breath.

"Anko, do you know who that is?" He took pity on her and adjusted the straps quickly and secretively. "Or of his reputation to cause such a stir?"

With exaggerated breaths, Anko huffed and smiled coyly. Curving her body into an attractive pose, she flicked her wrist and opened her colorful fan, using it to hide her face. One hand rested daintily on Iruka's shoulder. "Kakashi Hatake. A mysterious man that appears only at night to steal proper ladies out past curfew, to his estate where he ravages them all night long. No one knows much about him, as he keeps to himself whenever in public. It's rumored he's a ruffian with dirty money."

Iruka frowned. "It isn't true, is it?" He asked distastefully after taking another sip. "What a horrid reputation to have."

Anko lifted a shoulder. "I should add alleged, but who truly knows. I would certainly like to see if the rumors are true. Let him steal me away."

"Anko." Iruka admonished, unamused. "Be wary of what you say in company of others."

The dark haired woman laughed. "Oh hush. This is a party, I'm meant to be silly. You're not even supposed to know who I am." To emphasize her point, she placed her fan in Iruka's face, blocking his view of her.

Iruka shook his head, allowing a small smile to grace his lips. "That might've been the case if you wore your mask for more than a few seconds at a time."

Anko scowled, mussing her hair. "It itches."

Suddenly, a shiver of alarm shot down Iruka's spine, instincts alerting him of danger.

Confused at his increased heart rate and sudden wariness, Iruka removed Anko's hand from his shoulder and ran a hand across the back of his neck. Feeling nothing but the satin bow neatly holding his hair in place, Iruka spun, ready to scold any trickster messing with him.

Then he saw him.

Standing but a few feet away was Kakashi Hatake, purported lady-capturer and recluse. Broad, sturdy shoulders rested underneath a starchy shirt, accentuated by the tight waistcoat that flowed to a snug midline. A chrome mask decorated with intricate carvings and swirls hid his upper face, but a sharp masculine jaw and aristocratic nose were revealed. Lips curved into a devilish smile that had Iruka's mouth drying and hand clenching his glass.

Enthralled, Iruka met Kakashi's studious expression. The mask perfectly outlined his eyes; the stormy grey of one iris clashed with the blood-red of its brother. But the intensity of the stare had Iruka wanting to turn and flee, feeling vulnerable and naked under its scrutiny. Kakashi's eyes were trained solely on him, and if he wasn't mistaken, the man was sauntering directly to him. Nearby dancers parted, as if Kakashi were a shark amongst fishes. The aura of power he exuded deepened with each step and enveloped Iruka, causing the hairs on his neck to rise.

Years of ingrained etiquette and his natural disposition to be polite forced Iruka to bow stiffly. "Kakashi Hatake." He greeted, suddenly aware of the lack of a certain female presence. Anko had disappeared into the masses, leaving him alone. He swallowed dryly as his heart thumped heavily in his chest. He was afraid. Of what he couldn't ascertain, but he wasn't one to ignore his instincts.

Kakashi came to a stop a foot away, his shoes expensive Italian leather that flowed seamlessly with his outfit. Iruka released his bow and met Kakashi's entrancing gaze once more.

Kakashi inclined his head in greeting. "You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, yet I don't know yours." His voice matched his appearance; rough with an alluring timbre that would unquestionably seduce any young woman by simply listening to him talk. "A shame."

Iruka cleared his throat, irate with his distracted thoughts. "I would be surprised if you knew mine. Iruka Umino." The image of a shark mutated into a lion as his tall companion circled him lazily, eyes never leaving Iruka's face. Confused by the man's behavior, Iruka tried his best to maintain a steady conversation.

"I take it you're not from around here. Visiting family, perhaps?"

Each spoken word was like a caress, sliding across Iruka's skin and slithering into his ears. His heart continuing to pick up speed, the instructor set his shoulders. "You'd be correct and incorrect." It was difficult to concentrate as his eyes focused on the pale expanse of skin exposed by a loose button on Kakashi's shirt. It wasn't difficult to picture the physique hidden underneath.

"Your lack of elaboration leads me to believe my company is unwelcome." Kakashi pointed out bluntly, coming to a stop in front of the brunet.

"I've been rude, my apologies." Iruka instantly blurted, unaware he had unconsciously insulted the other male. Kakashi was clearly nobility; it would do him no good to make enemies so soon. "I hail from the Umino Estate, many days from here, where I teach impressionable young minds."

"An Instructor; a worthy occupation." The other praised.

Pride flared in Iruka's chest and he smiled, reaching up to adjust his own mask. Much of the aristocracy relied on his teachings to shape their children into proper adults. "Ah, but now you have me at a disadvantage. I know nothing about you."

"You know my name but not who I am?"

Iruka could picture the silvery brow, hidden by the chrome adornment, arching up in question. He flushed, embarrassed. "I know what I've heard, but not what to believe."

"Oh? Pray tell, what have you heard?" Kakashi's head slanted a degree.

The embarrassment mounted. "Rumors, honestly. Nothing worth mentioning or repeating." Iruka spoke hastily.

"I would appreciate being informed about the gossip surrounding my reputation. I know they're not your words." Kakashi reassurance was tantamount to Iruka's whiskey, soothing him instantly.

"I warned you." The brunet sighed. "I may have heard that you enjoy engaging in vulgar activities that involve stealing young fare maidens to ravage through the night." Taking a large swig of his remaining whiskey Iruka deftly moved out of the path of a wayward dancer, inadvertently placing himself closer to Kakashi. He was practically aligning his body with the other, forced to tilt his head back at their proximity. Wide brown eyes blinked once as Kakashi's lips parted, bearing white, eerily pointed canines.

Iruka blinked once more and the teeth appeared normal.

"Hm. Worry not; my tastes lie elsewhere." Kakashi's nostrils flared as he tipped his head down and inhaled deeply, his eyes closing.

A chill ran down his spine and Iruka shuddered, captivated by his words and tone. There was something bewitching about the other, drawing Iruka in like a moth to a flame.

Pulling back in self-preservation, Iruka noted the curious way Kakashi's eyes shot open, irises dilated and focused completely on him, as if daring him to move away. "I'm pleased to hear it." He almost whispered, lulled. Clearly the whiskey was affecting him too much and he was no longer in the right state of mind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Anko making her way to a table full of finger foods. Iruka seized his chance to leave before he did something shameful. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have someone I must attend to. Farewell." Aware of his curt attitude and impolite behavior, Iruka didn't wait for a response before dodging away and appearing by Anko's side, removing a bottle of spirits from her mouth.

"You left me alone." He gritted out, setting the alcohol down. "I thought I had told you not to do that." Now that he was away from Kakashi, Iruka noted how much easier it was to breath and focus. The sense of unease that had pestered him was absent. Strange.

"And yet you're perfectly fine." Anko waved a hand flippantly. "No harm done."

Iruka glared. "That wasn't the deal."

Anko cocked her hip out and crossed her arms, pushing her breasts forward. "I'm well aware of our agreement. I left you with the handsome hermit, not a virgin damsel looking to secure a fortune or a wild temptress needing you to bed her." She smiled widely. "Though, given your proclivities, Kakashi makes a much better candidate in that regard."

Iruka froze, temper rising. He had begged his long-time friend to help hide his choice in partner, not reveal it to a crowd of strangers! If word got out, it would mean the end of his profession.

As if sensing the change in Iruka's demeanor, Anko hooked her arm into Iruka's and dragged him to the middle of the ball room, weaving her way through the thick dresses and costumes of the party. "Dance with me. If you want to make a good impression, try to avoid stepping on my feet."

"I'd be honored." Iruka responded instinctually, hiding his displeasure at Anko diverting the conversation. It would be disrespectful to ruin the mood of the evening with sour dispositions, therefore he played along. A lively, happy tune was playing and Iruka soon found himself swaying and moving to the song easily. Holding Anko respectively, he dipped her before twisting into a spin.

The pinpricks of awareness struck once more.

Iruka's eyes scoured the people dancing nearby but he couldn't find the familiar mask. He ignored the misplaced sense of disappointment, choosing instead to focus on the music and their feet. It was rude to push his preferences onto another, particularly when the other was an outsider with a seedy status.

"Tell me, what did you and the mystery man talk about in my absence?"

Twirling the dark-haired woman a few times, Iruka lead the waltz, crossing the ballroom easily in tandem with the other couples. "Nothing in particular. He denied your allegations and wanted to know my name." With a small grunt, Iruka grasped Anko by the waist and lifted her.

"Hmmm. Interesting." Anko responded once her feet were back on the hardwood floor.

Hearing an odd insinuation in her tone, Iruka smiled wryly. "Not really. A simple interaction between polite adults. Nothing more, nothing less."

"If by interaction you mean he was well-nigh devouring you with his eyes."

The brunet colored, unable to help the small bolt of hope that spread in his chest. "And you know this because you were there?"

"I know this because he's staring at you as if you were an oasis in the desert." Anko smiled, peering over his shoulder. "I swear, if I weren't merely your friend I'd be jealous at the looks he's aiming at you right this minute. Are you sure you two only talked?"

Iruka faltered in his steps and very nearly stepped on Anko's foot. Catching himself quickly, Iruka spun them, renewing his efforts to find the other man. Swirls of colors and people blurred in his vision but he couldn't see Kakashi anywhere. "You're looking for things that aren't there again." He muttered, more to himself than to Anko. "I appreciate your concern over my lack of partner, but you know I can't—"

"Last time was a mistake, I can admit to that." Anko interrupted, placing her hands on his chest and ceasing the dance. "But no harm came from it and we even helped Raidou in the end." She grimaced, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. "Oh—I need to use the powder room. I'll be back momentarily."

"Anko wait, let me take—" Within seconds Anko was out of his sight and he was left unaccompanied amidst the dancers. Fuming, Iruka made his way to the less crowded areas of the room, needing space. Riotous parties were not part of his favorite pastimes, often resulting in nothing more but headaches. The instructor could tell the whiskey was taking affect by the way his vision slightly wobbled as he walked. He entertained the thought of heading home, but it would be disrespectful to abandon Anko, despite the fact she wouldn't mind. The least he could do was attempt to enjoy the festivities.

Picking up another glass from the serving table, Iruka sipped it casually as he traversed the adjacent rooms, searching for nothing in particular. The large ballrooms where decorated with wild ornaments that had no order. High arching ceilings in baroque-style architecture, the halls were impressive and grand. Iruka was not familiar with the family hosting the event, but it was clear they were well off to be able to afford such an establishment.

Clowns and jesters in vivacious attires pranced about, tossing a handful of streamers at him. Entertained, Iruka latched onto one and threw it back after a few twirls. Roars of laughter followed the group as they seized another partygoer to harass and dance with. Screams of delight erupted from another room and Iruka was able to catch the last act of the illusionist's performance. He clapped along with the applause before darting into the long gallery that stretched to another ballroom.

He wondered how many of the masked individuals he knew. A few he could recognize by their coiffures and personalities, but others were as if chameleons, able to hide expertly. His thoughts returned to Kakashi. He had no doubt he'd be able to recognize the other without the mask, but when would they meet again? Their short conversation had been the most exciting, if not oddest, experience in the night so far.

Iruka brought his cup to his lips but frowned when he realized it was empty. Had he drunk it all? That wouldn't do. With shaky steps he found another table and poured himself a drink form an unfamiliar canter. The liquid was a bold golden color that stung his nose, but Iruka drank it down nonetheless. It burned, causing him to gag lightly. Warmth spread through his chest and Iruka refilled the glass before navigating into an adjacent corridor. The prickling sensation that had been absent exploded into an almost physical touch of awareness, curling down his spine and making his spine stiffen and heart jump into a gallop.

Iruka was being watched.

He could feel the gaze like a caress, traveling all over his body, could feel the intensity hot on his skin as he mingled through the masked crowd. It made him shiver, wanting more but wary of the predatory intention that made his blood sing.

He was being hunted.

Spurred by the alcohol running through his veins and his own sense of fun, Iruka left the hall and made it a goal to get lost amongst the crowds. If he was truly being followed, he wouldn't make it easy. A smile curving his lips, Iruka traded his mask for a rebellious jester cap and ducked behind the group of clowns he had seen earlier. He couldn't see Kakashi but something urged him to keep moving to avoid detection.

He snuck from kitchens to studies, all the while conscious of a shadow virtually nipping at his heels. Kakashi had yet to enter his vision, but his presence was that of a predator tracking his prey, slowly but surely closing in.

Feeling giddy, Iruka forgot about Anko and her toilet break, indulging in his own affairs as he cheerily hid in plain sight. He lost his cup somewhere but easily replaced it with a full one, traversing from room to room clumsily. Eventually realizing he was going in circles, Iruka made an effort to up the ante and conceal himself somewhere new.

Iruka staggered through a set of closed double doors to an opulent banquet hall, only to find it completely empty and devoid of furniture. Moonlight from the large bay windows lit the room, painting it in innumerable shades of grey. Put off by the lack of entertainment and hiding opportunities, Iruka blinked a few times to get his bearings and go back to the celebration. The cup in his hand almost spilled onto the floor with his jerky movements.

"Enjoying the party, I see."

The instructor gasped in surprise and spun on his heel to find Kakashi once again behind him, casually leaning on the door frame. Arms crossed, the silver-haired man arched off and shut the double doors with his foot, leaving both men inside the vacant room. The commotion of the festivity was muffled by the doors, creating an eerie atmosphere between them.

A muted sense of apprehension struck Iruka as Kakashi slowly advanced towards him with a vulturine gait. Walking back blindly, Iruka worked to stay on his feet. "I, ah, um…" He struggled to form words, surprised by the intense inclination to let Kakashi come to him. He wanted the other, needed to touch him and taste. Iruka shook his head in an attempt to clear it, but succeeded in dizzying himself further.

"I find myself contemptuous of them, but this one has brought something exceptionally intriguing to my attention." Kakashi crooned, his voice deep with temptation and sin.

"I-intriguing." Iruka repeated, throat dry and constricted. Reaching up to his suffocating collar, he tugged the fabric loose, watching as Kakashi's eyes keenly followed the motion.

"Quite."

Kakashi's hand reached out and caught his other, taking the cup of alcohol that was in danger of slipping from his grasp. Putting it to his own lips, Kakashi sipped the liquor, taking a second to let it sit in his mouth before swallowing. "Scotch whiskey. An excellent choice, but not what I'm craving." He drank the rest of the golden liquid, Adam's apple bobbing.

Iruka resisted the urge to demand for his drink back, watching with shocked eyes as Kakashi finished and ran his tongue across his bottom lip, catching any stray drops. He winked.

Sluggishly, the brunet pieced together the fact that Kakashi was flirting with him. It was direct and incredibly arousing, lighting a smoldering fire within Iruka's belly. Regardless, the sense of danger that seemed to follow the other man was still present, making Iruka cautious.

He blinked; the cup was gone and Kakashi was before him, a pale hand drawing Iruka's loose fist to his mouth. His gaze never leaving Iruka's, cool lips brushed across his knuckles in a caress, gently mouthing at the joints in a kiss. "You smell absolutely divine."

Mouth agape, Iruka let out a small moan, struck by the hunger and desire swirling in Kakashi's eyes.

"I was drawn to you the moment I captured your scent amongst a banality of perfumes and musks. The masked man whispered, almost drawing Iruka's fingers into his mouth. Palm up, lips traveled to Iruka's inner wrist. Kakashi's nose pressed against the thin skin protecting a network of delicate veins. "A dangerous allure for one such as myself." His voice took on a dark, menacing edge that muddled Iruka's thoughts further. Kakashi moved to unbutton the cuff on Iruka's sleeve.

Iruka pulled his hand back in a dazed panic and retreated a few steps. His skin felt tight and hot, his clothes cumbersome and heavy. He wanted nothing more than to fall to Kakashi's feet and do whatever it is that would please the other, but he fought the impulse. Blood surged into his cock, further impeding any clear thought.

Kakashi's mouth pulled into an evil smirk as he let his arm fall to his side. "Do I frighten you?"

Iruka shook his head from side to side slowly. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he forcibly shut it lest he begin to drool. No, this wasn't fear. It was equally as primal, but much more visceral. There was something off about Kakashi, something that flitted around the edges of his mind but he was unable to concentrate.

"Or perhaps elicit a different emotion? One with a more favorable, physical reaction?" The other's gaze slid down Iruka's body, smirk growing when he could undeniably see Iruka's bodily response.

"W…what do you want." Iruka breathed, his voice quivering and legs trembling.

"You." Kakashi said candidly with a step forward. "Or we can save the game for later and focus on another issue." He took another step. "You see, I was terribly hungry to begin with and you've managed to make me voracious. Merely being around you is forcing me to use every ounce of control I possess to keep from doing something regrettable."

Swallowing heavily, Iruka gave a tremendous effort to piece together coherent sentences. "I don't… understand."

Kakashi looked pleased. "Oh I think you do. But if you don't, allow me to explain." The silver-haired man's grin widened and Iruka watched as the other's canines sharped and lengthened, becoming piercing fangs. Continuing with the reveal, Kakashi pulled his mask back, revealed his full visage. A long, thin scar bisected his left eye, reminding Iruka of Anko's 'ruffian' comment. Rather than detract from his appearance, it added to his appeal.

It clicked in Iruka's mind with a sound resembling a clap of thunder. He had heard rumors of vampires existing in Romania, in the Transylvanian province, but not here. What in God's name was a vampire doing in this sleepy town?

RUN his instincts screamed as adrenaline shot through his veins to prepare for flight or fight. But Iruka couldn't move, body frozen in place as Kakashi continued to close the space between them. Rationally he knew escape was impossible and he stood no chance against a creature of the night. "You're going to kill me." He stated, voice pitched with fear. His blood ran cold and the fleeting though of being a cool drink for the other crossed his mind.

Kakashi appeared taken aback. "The thought did cross my mind," He admitted, "but I find myself unwilling to take your life just yet."

In a fraction of a second, Kakashi had an arm wrapped around Iruka's waist, brazenly invading the brunet's personal space. He pulled Iruka closer and his mouth hovered over the soft portion of Iruka's throat, teeth lightly scraping the tan skin.

"What say you?" He whispered.

"Oh god."

Iruka whimpered, heart in his throat. Fear in his veins twined with bouts of pleasure, wreaking havoc. Simply being touched by the other sent his body into a tumultuous state of mixed reactions. He wanted to fight back and run but at the same moment wanted to bare his neck completely and let Kakashi take his blood. He knew what the sanest choice was but he couldn't fight the raging desire coursing through his being.

Iruka knew not where the potent rush of lust came from, but all resistance left his mind at the caress of needle-sharp canines across his throat. His trousers were too tight, constricting his length. His hips rolled desperately, driven by a heady concoction of hormones. He tried to move, but was held in Kakashi's iron-grip, unable to do much.

"Please."

The brunet gasped, letting his head fall back. The ribbon in his hair was ripped out smoothly and Kakashi's hand sunk into the strands, gripping tightly. The column of Iruka's neck was fully exposed as his head was tugged back not too gently.

A cool tongue swept across his carotid and Iruka let out a keening cry. He wanted it, was frantic with need. He didn't care that Kakashi was a night-walker, didn't care that he was virtually playing with the hand of death; it didn't matter. What mattered was the intoxicating being that was licking his neck, threatening to nip. The idea of Kakashi biting him was almost enough to fuel his release, but frustration built as Kakashi only teased him, hands roaming down his body.

"You ask for an act that you do not know the consequences for," Kakashi was growling, gripping Iruka in a bruising manner. Palms pressed to Iruka's bottom, squeezing the flesh and pulling the cheeks apart as a slightly taller pair of hips grinded into him. "Reckless." The devilish man tutted.

Driven by impatience and cloudy reasoning, Iruka found his hands clenching at the fabric on Kakashi's shoulders and let go, transferring his grip to Kakashi's strange hair. He pulled Kakashi's face to his and kissed the man fervently. The last vestiges of fear left his frame, leaving behind nothing but carnal hunger.

The instructor could taste the stolen alcohol on Kakashi's tongue along with an unusual flavor he wasn't familiar with. He sought it, clutching to the other male tightly. The hard lines of Kakashi's body felt perfect against him, strong and undeniably male.

Kakashi responded with equal fashion, muttering a quiet, "Careful, love," as Iruka's tongue found the razor-sharp fangs. Cold fingers teased the sensitive skin around his hip bones, pushing fabric out of the way to access more.

Curiosity powering him, Iruka let the pointed tip of Kakashi's canine sink deeply into his tongue, wincing at the bite of pain and taste of copper. As if an electric shock ran through the other, Kakashi stiffened underneath his hands, becoming a statue.

Iruka pulled back, panting heavily as he met Kakashi's stare. The other's pupils dilated to the point of eclipsing the irises before constricting into narrowed slits.

"Kakashi?" he whispered.

Before he realized what was happening, Iruka's back slammed against the wall as he was shoved against it. Two pale hands planted themselves on either side of his head, caging him in as Kakashi's head bowed, hiding his face.

With wide eyes, Iruka realized Kakashi was vibrating, arm muscles standing defined beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. The splintering of wood behind him sent shocks down Iruka's spine. He had forgotten vampires possessed inconceivable amounts of strength, able to rip a human into nothing but shreds of meat with every little effort.

That thought shouldn't have made his cock throb painfully.

The power coursing through the other was tantalizing; Iruka felt helpless, completely at the behest of the night-walker and the mere thought made him faint with desire. Not to be a recipient of that brutal force, but to feel it. He should be fighting for his life, motivated by terror to escape Kakashi's clutches; yet here he was, experiencing pleasure at the slightest thought of being overpowered.

And it was he that was driving this creature to fight his very nature.

"Eager for death, are you?" Kakashi hissed hoarsely, finally lifting his head. His bi-colored glare bore into Iruka, the blood-red iris of his right eye almost pulsating with a strange light. His grey eye lacked the crimson glow but pulsed with its own tempestuous power. Lips drawn back in a feral snarl, Kakashi let out a rumble from deep within his chest, resembling that of an animal.

"Not death." Iruka exhaled shakily.

A beat of silence.

"Not death." Kakashi echoed, lifting a surprisingly gentle hand that cupped Iruka's cheek, thumb rubbing against parted lips. The firm pad of Kakashi's digit slid along the edge of Iruka's teeth, pausing at his dull incisors before pushing through and pressing lightly on the injured muscle within. Drawing the blood-tinged finger into his mouth, Kakashi licked the crimson liquid reverently before placing his palm to Iruka's awaiting throat.

He pulled the instructor into another passionate kiss, sucking on his tongue with gusto. Blood flowed freely, renewed as Iruka purposefully nicked his lips on the fangs. Each drop seemed to invigorate Kakashi, much to Iruka's delight, making the silver-haired man more aggressive in his caresses and touches. A cool hand clamped onto his hip, pressing him to the wall.

Kakashi pulled back and kneaded at the juncture between Iruka's neck and shoulder, fingers crawling under the brunet's shirt collar to play teasingly with his clavicle. In the moonlight, the blood smeared on Kakashi's lips looked black. He appeared savage, every bit the dangerous creature he was. Iruka swore the only thing still holding him up was the steel grip on his waist.

"Tell me, Iruka Umino. What do you want?" The silver-haired man was just a breathless, voice raw with desire.

"You?" Iruka grunted huskily with longing. You, you, you, oh god you. His back arched as he tried to create more contact between them, aching for friction between his legs. He was aware of the growing wet stain on his bottoms and wanted nothing more but to discard them and find release.

The brunet managed to rub himself against Kakashi's thigh, feeling pathetically aroused. He let out a yell of frustration as Kakashi moved his leg back, taking with it the brief relief it had brought.

In a flash, Kakashi's hands gripped the edges of Iruka's waistcoat and ripped it open, tearing the fabric easily. The sound of buttons falling on the floor was interrupted by the cry of silken fabric being shredded, leaving Iruka naked from the waist up in the cool temperature of the room.

Iruka jerked, surprised and illogically hard at the handling. "Shit!"

"What else." The silver-haired man demanded, leaning in and licking a strip up Iruka's sternum. He shifted and paused at the area right above Iruka's heart, nosing the spot. Inhaling profoundly, Kakashi dragged his nose across the brunet's skin, following an unseen path as a throaty moan of appreciation crawled from him.

A sick thrill of pleasure tightened the muscles in Iruka's stomach. Kakashi was scenting the blood running through his veins, following his major arteries from his heart to his neck.

"B-bite. I want your bite." Iruka confessed, almost delirious as Kakashi stilled once more. When had he become suicidal? His body shook with yearning, brimming with tension that thrummed through his very bones. He was despairing, on the verge of begging on his knees.

"Turn around." The steely command left no room for argument.

"Pardon?"

When he didn't move fast enough, Kakashi grasped his midriff and forcefully rotated him to face the wall, grabbing his wrists and planting his hands onto the fractured wood. The small displays of strength left Iruka panting.

The other growled. "Don't move."

Iruka's fingers twitched as Kakashi dragged his hands down the length of Iruka's arms, sliding across to his torso to outline the brunet's abdominals with a feather-light touch. Shivering, Iruka groaned, letting his head fall back as a wet tongue tasted his shoulder and teeth nipped lightly. A fleeting hint of fear reminded Iruka of how hazardous it was to entice a vampire, but it was overwhelmed by the sensation of Kakashi reaching down to cup him.

Trousers loosened, they fell to Iruka's ankles, exposing his undergarments which were quickly tugged away. Erection free from its confines, Iruka cried out wordlessly as Kakashi began a torturously slow rhythm, starting at the base of his cock before gradually making his way to the head.

The fiend knew exactly where to squeeze and press, building Iruka steadily to his breaking point. The teasing had gone on for so long that Iruka was in seventh heaven from the simple stimulation.

"Mmm, plea-ah…Kakashi…"

The silver-haired man responded in a foreign tongue; however, Iruka wasn't deaf to the erotic undertone. Feverishly, the brunet rocked forward, widening his stance for a better balance.

Kakashi's laugh blew across his ear, tickling the sensitive flesh. He trailed kisses across Iruka's nape to the skin beneath his ears, settling above Iruka's jugular and sucking dryly.

Was Kakashi going to bite him? The mere anticipation thrust Iruka into a frenzy, babbling as he supplicated Kakashi to do something.

The other took pity on him and increased his pace, wrist twisting with technique. Iruka knew he wouldn't last long with the amount of his essence that was leaking out and liberally coating Kakashi's hand.

"Kakashi! Oh.."

The brunet moaned, chest heaving as he struggled to breathe properly. His hands fisted, barely having purchase as he fought the need to hold onto the other. His vision swam with unshed tears as he was enveloped by pleasure regularly denied to him. His only train of thought consisted of a name he had only just discovered, both cursing and praising it in a chant. The beat matched Kakashi's set tempo, following the crescendos and decrescendos unerringly.

Kakashi's own length was digging into his bottom, heavy and insisting. Iruka lamented the fact that they weren't fully prepared, willing to let Kakashi take him then and there, celebration be damned. The sudden realization that they were in a public event and liable to be caught sent Iruka's heart rate spiking, and his cock stiffening further. He let out a small cry, on the verge of his climax.

The silver-haired man's incisors slid neatly into the meat of his neck, puncturing his jugular with ease before sucking strongly.

Pain shot down Iruka's neck and spine, mixing into a potent fusion of euphoria that blew him over the edge. Bright white infused his sight and left him blind. He screamed, immediately silenced by Kakashi's free hand clamping across his mouth. Its brother continued stroking him, becoming sloppy with the spurts of semen leaving his cock. Iruka's hips stuttered in a broken rhythm.

It was like nothing he had felt before. There was discomfort from the bite itself, but it was nothing compared to the sweet sensation of his blood being drawn from his veins. It was pleasure unparalleled, making his knees weak and leaving Iruka an incomprehensible mess.

The steady extraction of his lifeblood continued as his body cooled and his heartbeat slowed. Kakashi mimicked his pulse, drinking in tandem while fondling him lightly. Iruka lifted a heavy hand and buried it in Kakashi's hair, gripping the strands in a fist that pressed Kakashi further into the bite.

Feeling thoroughly sexed and exhausted, Iruka hummed appreciatively as Kakashi finally withdrew his teeth, sending another pulse of pleasure-pain to the instructor's groin. He was drowsy from their activities and, more than likely, from missing a couple pints of blood. Iruka felt irrationally happy as he leaned heavily on Kakashi, head lolling feebly. He absentmindedly recognized Kakashi had no pulse of his own. It was strange but Iruka found no reason to think it was wrong. That was a problem for a more articulate mindset.

Kakashi tugged Iruka's hand loose from his hair and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm. "I taste more whiskey than actual blood." He commented, amusement in his ragged voice. "But I could take every drop from your body and never be satisfied. It seems I've become addicted."

Iruka mumbled a response, but even he couldn't understand himself. He was lethargic, enjoying the sensation of Kakashi nosing the crown of his head and wiping him clean. A pale hand slid over his eyes and Iruka followed the command and closed his eyes.

In his somnolent state, he still felt Kakashi's member nudging him in the back, rigid with want. Wait, it wasn't fair that he was the only one to achieve relief. Iruka believed in reciprocity. He indolently moved to return the favor when deft hands stilled his.

A throaty chuckle.

"Sleep for now, Iruka Umino, for there will be time for that and much, much more."

A/N: Happy Birthday Miasen!

A big thanks to HazelBeka for putting up with me and being my sounding board!

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