Fire and ice

Summary: Opposites attract. This statement in itself is enough to describe Sasuke and Naruto's relationship. Especially when one's a vampire and the other possesses ancient magic strong enough to destroy him. Things could get ugly, or rather, very interesting.

Warnings: Yaoi, some alcohol and drug use, the usual. Except this time there's also vampires. And, I know I'm gonna get asked, is this SasuNaru or NaruSasu, and the answer is... both. Lol it's more fun that way, no?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything - except my laptop and my fucked up imagination that is.

Chapter 1 – One kiss

He was smiling as he drove his car back to his mansion. And he never smiled. Well, it was pretty fucking rare anyway. But he couldn't help it. And the reason for this smile was that he had just met someone. Someone special. And when you'd lived for many centuries and seen so many people it was quite an achievement to actually think that a human in particular was something special. But he did.

He turned on the radio and listened to the dance music currently on. A song called Backseat – the lyrics weren't particularly deep but the beat was catchy. Actually it was the same song as the one that had been playing at the club earlier… He relaxed in his seat as he recalled the events of the night.

…

He was sitting in his black Ferrari across the street – yes, he had a Ferrari, and he was very proud of it even though he had purchased it with stolen money – waiting for an adequate prey. He was rather hungry and hadn't fed in a week. For a vampire his age it was no big deal but still… he felt like some delicious human blood. To him a perfect prey was someone alone, attractive and young, and also vulnerable and drunk. It was so much easier that way. And the gay bar he was currently watching was full of them. If he concentrated enough he could hear the music playing inside and even the conversations of the people talking outside in the stairs.

At 2 am a guy walked out of the club. And the guy was tall, wore black skinny jeans and a matching tank top with an army style belt, he had mid-length spiky blond hair and it clashed with his tan skin nicely. Attractive, check. Alone, check. Also he wasn't walking so straight, so… drunk, check. As for vulnerable, well, humans were always vulnerable to vampires, really.

He got out of his car casually. He got his share of envious and lustful looks, but he ignored them. He was used to it. As always he was clad in only the best clothes; perfectly tailored black suit and designer shoes. It flattered his tall and lean frame. He started following that sexy blond guy not so subtly. But who cares about subtlety? There was nothing abnormal about him. Well except for his fangs but as long as he didn't grin or laugh he was fine – and he never did these things. If people were watching them they would probably assume that he knew the guy and wanted to talk to him.

For now the drunk blond was too busy lighting himself a joint to realize he was being followed. Well that was okay, he was patient. Sometimes.

He followed him to a more deserted area. Well that was good. Deserted was good. At some point the blond guy stopped and leaned against the wall of a building. He threw his joint on the sidewalk and crushed it with his converse shoe. He looked up at the moonlit sky and then he looked straight at the vampire.

He had the prettiest blue eyes, the most gorgeous full lips and overall the most beautiful face he had seen in a while – in a really long while.

"Hey," he said simply.

The vampire didn't reply, instead he stepped closer slowly.

"You were following me?" he frowned slightly.

"Yes."

He took out another joint from his pocket and lit it. After he took a whiff he offered it to the vampire.

He accepted it, amused. It wouldn't have any effect on him whatsoever but why not play with his food a little?

"You don't think it's creepy that I was following you?"

They exchanged the joint again. The blond shrugged.

"You know what they say about stalking. If the person's hot, then it's considered cute."

He made a little smile and stepped closer, "So you think I'm hot."

He could play flirty young man. He was a good actor when he wanted to.

"Hmm… yeah. What's your name?"

"Sasuke, you?"

"Naruto. Were you at the club? Cause it's a shame I didn't see you…"

"I like you, Naruto," he said huskily, avoiding the question.

The blond had been about to bring the joint to his lips but he interrupted his movements. He smiled and leaned closer. Such a willing victim…

When he was close enough Sasuke whispered, "Too bad I have to kill you…"

He parted his lips, leaned towards the exposed neck and bared his fangs. Enough play time. Then the funniest thing happened. Naruto tilted his head to the side and kissed him. Sasuke was very surprised at first. What the hell? Trying to drink blood here…

He could've easily pushed the blond away. But he didn't. Damn, even with the taste of strong liquor and marijuana this guy still tasted delicious – and he wasn't thinking about his blood. He found himself kissing back passionately. Oh God… that Naruto guy was trying to dominate him. He was slowly but surely pushing him towards the wall and at the same time he was shoving his tongue in his mouth.

Sasuke couldn't have that. He reversed their positions and pinned the blond against the wall. He grabbed his wrists tightly and crushed his body with his own. He kissed him breathlessly over and over again. He couldn't stop. This was intoxicating.

Naruto was moaning, and at some point he sounded pained. Sasuke pulled away slightly.

"You're hurting me," he whispered.

"Good," Sasuke replied but he loosened his grip on the blond's wrists.

He ravished the bruised lips once more. He didn't even want to drink his blood anymore – well of course in the back of his mind he wanted to but it wasn't his main desire. He just wanted to kiss him, kiss him, and kiss him again.

When they pulled away Naruto was breathing hard.

"Fuck…" he eventually whispered.

But despite his wrists – and his lips – being bruised he was smiling.

"I'm drunk so I'm not gonna be shy about asking… Can I have your number?"

Sasuke almost laughed. The situation was simply too amusing. He had been ready to attack him and drain him of his blood and now he was being asked for his phone number.

There was also another thought on his mind. Naruto reminded him of someone. It was hard to say whom, though. But there was something about his handsome and perfect features that reminded him of… someone. It was so frustrating yet he couldn't remember who it was exactly.

"Give me your phone I'll put it in," he finally said.

Naruto smirked and did as he was told. Sasuke wrote his name and his number in the contacts list, and handed the phone back to Naruto.

"Call me," he said.

"Oh I will," Naruto replied.

Sasuke shook his head slightly in disbelief and then he walked away, returning to his car. What the hell had just happened?

So that was the reason why later in his car he was smiling like a silly human. Naruto had amused him, and that was somewhat of an achievement. He hadn't been scared at all! Perhaps he had been too drunk to be scared. Oh well… it was still amusing.

And now to find a new victim…

…

After he had fed and destroyed the evidence he returned home. He owned a two-story mansion with a nice view on the ocean. He had been living here on the west coast of the US, more precisely in San Francisco, for fifty years. No other vampire had tried to mess with his territory. Well, except one, but that was a long story. He didn't want to think about that. He wanted to think about Naruto.

What was so special about him? Sure he was handsome and fit and totally rapeable, but there was something else… And just why had he kissed back like that? Naruto was a good kisser, yes, but Sasuke had often kissed humans who weren't too bad and then he had simply drunk their blood right away. This wasn't like him.

He went to pull down the shades and close the curtains in his bedroom. He stripped off his clothes graciously and lay down on the comfortable king size bed. He felt strangely sleepy; it wasn't even the morning yet.

His dreams took him to a place far away in his memories. A place he never wished to remember. He wanted to wake up, yet he couldn't…

He was naked, exposed and vulnerable. He hated this feeling. But he couldn't escape. He had been compelled to never try to escape. Compelled by a much older, and more powerful vampire.

Said vampire was currently drawing him. He was controlling Sasuke so that he didn't move. So he was frozen into place. There was such hatred in his heart yet he couldn't so much as blink. The man's name was Varin. He had long brown hair and green eyes, with the trademarked pale-white skin of vampires. He was the one responsible for turning Sasuke. It seemed he had turned him only to make him his pet, his slave, his play thing…

After he finished his drawing he smiled and got up. He made his way to Sasuke and picked him up. He dropped him on the bed and told him, "You can move now, but don't try to escape from me."

It was just as bad as not being able to move, because the only thing Sasuke wanted was to get away from him. But he couldn't. He had to endure being raped once more. Sadly he was used to it by now. He would heal quickly, too. But the mental scars would never heal.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"I need to speak with you Sir," a feminine voice said.

"Not now Kushina!"

"Very well. I shall wait outside."

Varin finished what he had started. Sasuke was left hurt and lifeless on the bed. A tear of blood fell from his eye and Varin wiped it off tenderly. Sasuke felt like throwing up.

"If only you returned my love," he whispered.

"Never," Sasuke replied fiercely.

As he went to open the door a young female vampire was standing outside. But it wasn't Kushina unfortunately.

"Sakura, my dear, come in," the older vampire said, "I'll be busy for a moment so you can have your fun if you want."

Sakura was a vampire two hundred years older than Sasuke. She had strawberry blond hair and pale green eyes. Varin had changed her as well, after he found her in Northern Europe. He had renamed her Sakura because of the colour of her hair. The two had recently added Sasuke, needless to say against his will, to their little family.

"But he won't do as I say," she pouted, "my dear Master, would you care helping me a little?"

Sakura wasn't old and strong enough to compel younger vampires. So Varin sighed and walked up to Sasuke once more. The latter closed his eyes.

Varin forced them open with his fingers and chuckled, "Your attempts at resisting are rather pathetic my young friend. Oh, right, you will obey Sakura's every word."

He turned to face the blonde female, "Will that do?"

"Yes, thank you," she smiled.

He left them alone. Sakura came to sit on the bed with him. "Will you make love to me, Sasuke?"

"In your dreams," he spat.

He got up from the bed and went to look out the window. The beautiful red-head named Kushina was talking with Varin in the gardens. There was a full moon tonight.

"You are indeed in my dreams, Sasuke," she eventually said. She came to stand beside him, "I love you, I hope you know that. Oh, how is it in your language? Ai shite iru?"

"Anta no koto daikirai," he replied with such venom in his voice, "I hate you, Sakura."

She didn't look hurt in the slightest. She whispered, "Kiss me. It's an order."

His body moved on its own. He had no choice. He literally couldn't disobey her. And so for the next hour he was hers to play with. And he felt like he was dead inside. Lifeless, just an object. A sex-toy for these two to play with.

Later, the three of them were sleeping together in the large bed. Well, Sakura and Varin were sleeping. Sasuke was wide awake. He had only been waiting for them to fall asleep. So he got up and walked around the large house aimlessly. He couldn't escape, but at least he didn't have to be near them.

As he walked down the hallway, looking absentmindedly at the Renaissance paintings on the walls, he stopped short. He felt a presence. Kushina.

"Hi, Sasuke," she said softly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I've made up my mind," she said, "I will cast a spell so that he can no longer control you. When the night comes, wait for an opportunity, and escape!"

Sasuke's eyes widened and he lowered his voice, even though it made little difference, "If he finds out he will kill you."

"I tricked him today. While we were talking I cast a spell so that he would sleep soundly the entire day. He won't wake up, trust me. I can do this. Afterwards I will join my family. They're taking the boat as we speak. He will never find us."

"You're willing to risk so much for me? A vampire?"

She took his hands, "I can't stand the sight of him treating you like this any longer. My duty is to protect humans, and yet I feel the obligation to protect you from him as well."

A sliver of hope entered Sasuke's heart. It was a feeling he had thought he would never experience again.

"Then please, I'm begging you."

"You don't have to," she smiled, "I've already made up my mind."

Still holding his hands, she closed her eyes and frowned, concentrating. Sasuke's heart was beating fast. This could be his only chance…

"Fool!"

They pulled away from each other with a gasp. Sasuke's heart sunk and he was filled with dread. It was Varin, of course. He shouldn't have hoped for the best… he shouldn't have let Kushina risk her life.

"You think you can trick me, witch?"

He ran towards them and pushed Sasuke aside roughly. His head hit the wall and he watched, helpless, as the vampire crushed Kushina's fragile neck.

"We have a pact, remember? You can't hurt me! Even your little spell to make me sleep couldn't work! When you've been around for a millennium you're rather hard to fool. You should've taken this into account. And now you will die for your insolence."

"No!" Sasuke yelled and got up to his feet.

He tried to push Varin away from her but he might as well have been bouncing into a wall. Annoyed, the older vampire pushed Sasuke away once more. And then he proceeded to drain the already weakened girl from her blood.

As she died, so did the faint hope in Sasuke's heart.

He woke up with a gasp. What an intense dream… He realized he had been crying in his sleep. Great, and now the bed was stained.

But even his usual cynicism couldn't take his mind off things. That had been the darkest period of his long life, and he didn't want to remember it. He'd gladly erase it from his memory if he could.

It was so long ago… hundreds of years ago. But in the dream it had felt so real. He had relived the moment all over again.

Kushina! Of course! His eyes widened in realization. He sat up and ran long pale fingers through raven black locks. Naruto looked so much like her. And his presence… it felt just like hers. Could she be his ancestor? It was possible, considering her family had indeed escaped. It had pissed Varin off so much, but he had been too late to stop the boat. He had pursued them over the years but he had never found them. It had been the only thing that made Sasuke happy.

But the spell still existed. The thing was, Varin had threatened to kill Kushina's children so that this line of witches and magicians would disappear forever. So she suggested a deal. She casted a spell against herself and her descendants. They would never be able to hurt Varin. And the spell couldn't be undone by one of them. He wouldn't accept anything less, so she had no choice. It was the only way she could save her children.

So if Naruto indeed was her descendant, and possessed magical powers, Sasuke supposed he could warn him that against this particular vampire he would be helpless. Because, yeah, unfortunately, that Varin asshole was still out there, somewhere. Sasuke had finally been able to escape from him – after a century, that is. Worst century ever.

He wondered if his guess was right. Sasuke hadn't encountered a lot of witches or magicians over the years, but he knew this much, they had to be confronted directly by a vampire for their powers to be unlocked. In other words, they had to get bitten. They were basically meant to protect the natural balance and other poetic crap like that. Once their powers were unlocked though, they were practically unstoppable. If Naruto really was one of them, things could get interesting…

Hey guys, I hope you liked the first chapter!

just wanted to put some notes at the end cause if you put them at the beginning no one reads them, right? lol

So I got to admit, my inspiration for this fic comes from the vampire diaries. I've been watching the two first seasons on the internet (shame on me...) and I just really like their take on vampires and all... So if any of you guys know that show and noticed some resemblance, i just want to say fear not, I will not copy the story. Of course not. Just wanted to clear that up.

So this is my second Naruto vampire fic, but it's gonna be very different than the first one I wrote.

There's much more to come if you guys feel like reading it^^