The first day continuation

He wanted the wolf. It was a fact he couldn't deny, he had never felt anything like it.

When he was alive he was supposed to marry a young lady from a wealthy family, only for status not for desire or love though everyone thought she was beautiful.

Love was not something he knew about, at least the romantic kind of love, even when he was alive. He had never felt the physical symptoms of love not even once, nor did he ever found someone he was attracted to, which was very odd, in his opinion when he was always surrounded by female that were heads over heels for him. From the dozens of girls he had socially met or simply walked by, none of them had caught his interest.

He knew bloodlust though ever since he was... turned. It was an overwhelming feeling, the need of wanting to feast on blood with no self control or awareness of the surroundings.

What he felt for the wolf was similar, the need and want of his presence, even to the point of ignoring everything around him, but there was no blood involved.

That lead him to the conclusion that he lusted after the wolf.

The word was also new, not only the concept. Love was hard to find but feeling lust should be normal. So why had he never felt lust when he was alive? If neither women nor men had ever aroused him, what made Naruto so special that made him feel this way?

All he wanted was to remain near him, touching him, and smell his scent while leaving his pheromones to mark him as his. Yes, Naruto was his. He had decided it, at least for the moment.

Their relationship would be short though, if he stayed longer this little precious moment would end up in tragedy. He could see it. All the roads ended badly no matter how much he worked a way out of the loop and conditions.

If he stayed and told the truth, Naruto would in a spurt of rage transform and he would try to kill him. From that scenario either the blond killed him, or he would manage to escape somehow.

If he stayed, and didn't tell the truth the blond would find out his true nature one way or another; he would transform; he would try to kill him. He either died or escaped.

In another road, if he stayed, the vampire hunter would find him; Naruto would find out the truth from another; he would be enraged, transform; they would fight; he either died or escaped barely; if he escaped the vampire hunter would be waiting from him; he would be weak; he would definitely die.

Furthermore he dreaded on the idea of being hated by the wolf. He would definitely leave before he could find out.

In his mind there was no doubt that Naruto would react that way. He would in his shoes. He was an aberration after all. He was a dead cold corpse that needed the life forces of others to continue to live.

But no matter how much he hated himself, it hadn't been his fault. He hadn't volunteered to be a vampire; on the contrary he had begged to die… repeatedly, until his throat had been ripped and no sound could be heard.

He still wanted to live the life that had been taken away from. It was selfish, he knew that, but it was the only thing left for him: an eternal life of penance and shame.

Sasuke never thought that this fake life would bring him the opportunity of discovering the world again and again. He never also once thought that he could find someone he could care about, or at least feel lust towards someone.

Sex isn't a need, and it was very unlikely to occur between turned vampires whose only objective in death was to consume as much blood as they could, even when they were full. But unlike them, he was conscious of his actions, and he had control over his body.

The idea of having sex with the wolf that now hugged his middle in a possessive manner, while in his sleep, was tempting but not possible. Wolfs only mated their partners. He would have to be satisfied with the feel of the warm skin against his cold one.

After a while, knowing that his skin would most likely be cold, he slipped from the blond's embrace. He couldn't risk having him waking up from the noticeable different temperature between them.

With nothing else to do that could entertain him, he spent the day cleaning, which distracted him from the eventual confrontation that they would have if the wolf found out about him, because he obviously didn't know. Nobody be it werewolf or vampire knew that he was a bitten vampire for the simple reason that he didn't acted or looked like one. The only thing that gave him away was his body's warmth and he had covered that when he let Naruto feel his warmed after bath skin.

Sasuke didn't know why he didn't want to fight the wolf if he could avoid it, other than perhaps feeling aroused around him. Maybe that's why he didn't leave, when he obviously could. But wanting the wolf and actually having him were two separated things. He would never let the wolf touch him now, he couldn't possibly let him. And while he knew it was probably just lust, it would break him to have Naruto feeling disgust towards him, when he felt like this.

After putting away the last piece of dishware he went to look for the remains of his outfit. His gloves and socks were the first thing he found. The boots were drying outside and he doubted that he could use them yet. Now all that was left was to find suiting clothes. Not that he thought that the wolf was a liar he just needed some fabric, a sewing kit, and a lot of luck.

Luckily this clumsy wolf had a sewing kit, most likely because of all the times he ended up transforming with his clothes on.

Rummaging through the garbage he inspected the clothes that the wolf had previously dealt with. His white dress shirt was beyond possible salvation, but he might be able to do something with the shreds of his dark jeans and the wolf's also shredded light jeans.

He had seen a black t-shirt between Naruto's now washed clothes that he could use. Taking the cloth into his hands he ripped the sleeves mercilessly, and also the neck. There was no way he could use a t-shirt with above elbow gloves, the dress shirt had been fine because it covered the gloves but short sleeves were definitely unthinkable. With the precise accuracy of a needle and black thread, the t-shirt was now a v-neck sleeveless shirt, which showed his chest and a little bit of his stomach. The remains of the sleeves had been sewed into a high collared neck with pointed tips.

Now came the tricky part: the jeans. There was no point in hide the fact that there were two different tones of jeans sewed together so he decided he would exaggerate the stitching using white and red thread. The ragged doll effect would give a fun touch to the dark combination of the clothes.

When he was finally done, he decided he should have another bath before the wolf woke up. The hotter he warmed the water the longer the effect of warm skin would be. And while he was bathing, his pheromones would decrease. The amount he was releasing was driving him insane! Ever since he realized he lusted after the wolf his body continuously released a cloud of strong pheromones. And the worst was that he couldn't control it. Forget about his own self control, he didn't think the wolf would be able to resist from jumping him and fuck him against the nearest flattest surface.

Not that it was actually true, he didn't know if his pheromones worked on wolves. It worked on humans and other vampires very well, but he had never released this quantity. It was normally just a little bit, to mark something, or distract a human by charming them. What if the wolf found it disgusting or worse what if with this he would be able to tell he was a bitten vampire? Was that even possible?

If he had a beating heart, it would've skipped a couple of beats at this thought.

He would have to disguise it with perfume, or pepper, he just had to find a good excuse to which why he had sprayed the house with either of those.

The bath hadn't been quick. The raven spent hours in it, fearful that the wolf would wake up and find out what he was, while at the same time trying to control the amount of pheromones and wild thoughts of spooning with the blond, and wanting him to touch him like a lover. The vampire was delusional. It was the only explanation he could come up with. Was lust supposed to be this intense? Or was it just the result of hundreds of years of abstinence?

He definitely couldn't let the blond touch him, he didn't trust himself right now.

Leaving the tub he dressed the newly sewed clothes, his gloves and socks, the now dried above the knee boots, and for the final touch his choker with the silver (actually white gold) cross.

The vampire looked at his reflex, (contradicting the legend of vampires not having a physical form), quite thoroughly, questioning his idea of patching the jeans in such way. It didn't look bad… it wasn't the word he would use to describe it, it was just, well different.

Will he like it?

As soon as Sasuke realized he was being delusional again, he noticed he was again releasing pheromones like some sort of animal in heat. He got annoyed and irritated at this but his body continued to make fun of him by secreting a bigger amount of that alluring smell.

Where is the bloody damned pepper!

Leaving the bathroom, he went straight to the kitchen cabinets, but no matter where he looked, he could only find…

"Ramen?", he whispered with a slight tint of exasperation.

This was bad, he needed the pepper otherwise things would end up badly. What if the wolf liked the smell so much he would rape him even if he wasn't his mate? It could happen. It wouldn't be the first time, although he didn't let anything happen. But if it was him then…

"Shit! Where the bloody hell is it?", he roared searching the kitchen from top to bottom.

While his body moved and perceived his surroundings, his brain was still on the rape scenario. Yes, he would let the wolf do anything to him! But again even if that happen and he managed to leave with this situation not ending in tragedy, there was still the mate point. If he wasn't the wolf's mate, Naruto would end up dying from heart break in such case.

His body slowed downed, until he stopped moving. If he wasn't a cold corpse, his body would have dropped in temperature at the thought. He should stop being delusional, and dream of happiness. The raven would never be able to be happy again. Even if it wasn't his fault, anything regarding him would end up in tragedy.

Even if it hadn't been his fault on how he ended up like this, on how his family ended up…

Everything always ended up in tragedy regarding him.

It had been so in life.

It would definitely be in death.

No happy endings.

Who was he kidding? The wolf didn't like him, and his own interest was purely sexual not love.

Because obviously… corpses didn't have feelings, much less a feeling like love. No matter how human he did act, facts were facts. Lust isn't a feeling, it's a reaction.

His body began resuming the search for the pepper.

The wolf would be his in his delusional dreams.

He could… exist with that.

So why was his chest hurting?

Black eyes finally found the flasks hidden away, and automatically a hand reached for them.

Only when he finally stared at the flask that definitely contained black pepper he realized that he didn't need it anymore.

The vampire was about to put the flask in place, when he heard the loud sound of something hitting the ground. Over the kitchen table he saw the orange couch turned over but what left him on high alert was the blond wolf that stared blankly at him with red eyes, and fangs peeking through his lips.

He knows.

In a moment of horror, images replayed in his head, blood was seen everywhere. No! He didn't want that! Sasuke left for the door at an incredible speed but to his dismay and horror he was intercepted by the wolf.

The raven was tackled to the ground. Images of that night flashed through his head. He remembered the pain he felt when he was first pierced by fangs; the same time those fangs ripped his neck. He remembered his brother screaming his name in despair and horror. His body was still, the same way it had been that night. He knew it was futile to fight.

Just like he had predicted: a tragic ending.

Closing his eyes, waiting for it to end he could've never imagined what followed next.

"You smell really good.", the blond wolf said before licking his neck.

Sasuke opened his eyes shocked, but he still didn't move. He lied on the floor, while letting Naruto suck and lick every bit of expose skin. All he could think of was the heat. Wherever he touched, he felt so warm; he actually felt it in his skin. He felt…

"Mmnh."

... Pleasure?

"Sasuke."

The spell broke, and in a second he threw the pepper powder into the wolf's face.

It has been a very loooooonnng looooonng time. Sorry about that!

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