Blood Lust Chapter 1: Naruto, a naruto fanfic

Blood Lust

Naruto lay on the bed, sated after a round of sex. A lithe figure among satin sheets, dispersing the passionate crimson and soothing it with his toned presence.

There was no one beside him, there never was. Not after such a night.

Sasuke had left, like he always did when Naruto handed over the controls. He left him. Leaving only an imprint. A subtle indication. And a foreboding feeling.

Clank. Thunk. Thwack--------------

Drip.

Naruto shivered. Like in every one of those nights. Getting up, he made his way to a window, opening it just slightly. At the sound of the wind howling, he slammed it back down. He wasn't in a horror movie after all.

Downstairs, the clanking continued. The muffled sound of metal smacking something disturbingly familiar. Of voices in the form of soft mumbles whose words all but seem to avoid his ears.

Then silence.

Drip.

Moving away from the window, Naruto once again climbed into bed. Reclaiming the picture of perfect ease. At least externally.

Sasuke had never been normal. Not before he left. He was perfect. Not when he was gone. He was ethereal. And not when he returned. He was ominous.

The clanking renewed. The same disturbing clanks. The same metallic beats. The same brutal vigour. But it was worse. Each strike was aided with a faint slushing sound. Of pulp intermixed with the solid surface – No – of surfaces slowly degenerating into an unrecognisable mass.

Then the inhuman sound was silenced.

Drip.

Naruto breathed heavily. He thought he'd grown used to it all. The sinister dripping downstairs. The twisted sound below him indicating the veiled activities underneath.

He thought that in some sick way he could find comfort in this all. An eerie reminder of his company. An assured constant in his turbulent life.

Sasuke had truly surprised them all when they met again. A surrender to them with an ultimatum of only two conditions. The first being no sanctions imposed. And the second being his relationship with Naruto.

Resuming the harsh clanks and the gross abuse of some bat and surface, the sound began to echo through the corridors. Faster. Harder. Rougher. An unnatural pounding that, with each successive hit, assaulted faster, both Naruto and the intended target.

Drip.

Naruto gripped, viciously on his skin until his knuckles were white and marked with the same passionate red as his bed sheets as his flesh split open.

Gasping softly, Naruto stared at the clean slice. His blood oozing out, furthering parting the small crevice across his arm. It was like a custard bun, how easily the bread broke open and how freely the content inside flowed out tainted with a rich taste and thick texture. Naruto continued to watch, as the blood fell from his hand.

Drip.

Frozen in realisation, he didn't notice the activities below. Until...

Drip.

Together, with his cold comfort, his blood dripped. Together, in some sickeningly perfect time, the dripping downstairs was accompanied with the flow of his blood. And the heart that pumped it.

Drip.

Thump.

With a tightening clench, Naruto urged his twitching hand, cautiously turning the knob. He stepped outside, his hand now surging violently. And the sound downstairs.

Drip.