I don't want to give much away but this will be a very dark short story. Nothing cute or fluffy about it. Basically, after watching the end of DRAMAtical Murder I wanted to write something really dark and fucked up.

So here it is.

Beta'd by HeartSNS

Possible Triggers!

Warnings: This is a MM horror erotica fic. It will contain blood, biting, rough sex, gay sex, pain with pleasure, explicit graphic sex that is either Non-con or extremely Dub-con, lots of swearing, and forced vampire turning. If you are uncomfortable with any of those things please turn back now. Proceed with caution.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Naruto.

October 9th, 10:28 p.m.

"Goodnight guys! Thanks for hanging out tonight. Please drive safe everyone!" Naruto smiled softly to his retreating friends as he waved them off, wishing all of them farewell.

"Anytime bro!" the rowdy, slightly drunk friend hollered back, stumbling a bit on his step down. "Wouldn't miss your birthday for anything, Naruto. Just wish you weren't kicking us out for that asshole flake you call a best friend. S'not fare, man. Seriously, dude. Sometimes I think there's more going on than a bromance between you guys."

Naruto forced out a laugh.

"Shut it, Kiba. That's just gross! You know damn well nothing's ever happened between us—I'm no like that. Now go home and sober your drunk ass up." Fucker.

Damn it, he was sick of his friends teasing him for being close friends with Sasuke. It was particularly humiliating when they did it in front of his girlfriend, Hinata. She didn't deserve that shit. Poor girl would always turn bright red and stutter for the rest of the day when Kiba joked about it. He really needed new friends…

"Whatever you say, boss." The asshole actually saluted. "But I've seen the way he looks at you, and it ain't brotherly—Trust me on this. Might wanna lock your bedroom if he spends the night again, if ya know what I mean." Kiba winked at him suggestively. "Unless, of course, that's what you're into these days…"

"Unbelievable!" Naruto groaned, then threw an empty beer can at Kiba's stupid fucking head before slamming the door shut.

Fuck Kiba, that little shithead!

He didn't need any more drama in his life right now.

Understandably he was a little worked up. A full week has passed since Naruto last seen his best friend. While that might be a big deal to anyone else, it was unthinkable for him and Sasuke to be apart for so long. They've been practically glued at hip together since middle school. Naruto was bored out of his freakin' mind without Sasuke around the past week—Fine, miserable. He was fucking miserable.

During the weekdays Sasuke would come over after class and they'd study together or challenge each other on a gaming counsel. On weekends they'd switch it up, do some other shit and often wind up crashing at each other's places. Didn't matter whose house they were at as long as they were together. A common saying between them was 'mi casa, tu casa' (my home is your home).

Life was much better with a best friend by his side. Naruto wouldn't change a thing.

However, having such a strong bond with Sasuke was not such a good thing for his dating life. Because they were always together, Sasuke and Naruto spent very little time with the women they were dating at the time, often putting a major strain on the relationship before it even got started. It was either: the girls got jealous, or demanded more time together.

They never lasted long.

Neither one of them ever found a chick interesting enough to steal the attention away from each other.

As far as Naruto was concerned, Sasuke came as a package deal. What they shared together was special, and Naruto wasn't willing to give it all up for a person he's just met.

But unlike Kiba's suggestive accusation, their relationship never was sexual in nature. Naruto viewed Sasuke as a brother. Simple as that. Although it would be a lie if he said he's never seen Sasuke check him out, and on more than one occasion. Sometimes those dark eyes would linger a little too long on him when the other man thought he wasn't looking. But Naruto always was.

Sasuke was a hard person to look away from.

Not that any of that actually meant anything, however. Sasuke never once made a move on him, or even hinted at being gay. And Naruto would like to believe he would be comfortable enough to share a big secret like that with him. Sexual preference wouldn't change a damn thing. Naruto needed Sasuke in his life like he needed oxygen to breathe.

So it was no surprise that he was an anxious mess tidying up the one bedroom apartment for the guest of honor to arrive. The man has been MIA for a solid week and Naruto was losing his fucking mind. It was as though Sasuke vanished off the face of the earth one day, skipping classes and never showing up to his part time job at a local deli—Very unusual behavior for someone like him. Sasuke was never late to anything. He always showed up, never skipping class or calling off at work.

Naruto grew more and more concerned with every day past without hearing back from his friend. At one point, he came very close to calling the cops to report Sasuke as a missing person, but then his employer replied back and informed Naruto that Sasuke was out on sick leave, but couldn't offer any more details. And of course Naruto did the usual: text, call, and fill up his voice mail inbox with a million concerned messages. Hell, Naruto even went to his house a few times but there was never any answer. Until today.

At 4 am, a text came in stating Sasuke would be coming over this evening. Which was by far the best text message Naruto's ever received in his entire life.

Basically, that was his reasoning for why everything had to be just right; the food ready, his bed dressed, clean towels fluffed in the bathroom in case Sasuke felt like showering in the morning, and most importantly, the entertainment. Even though it was the night before his birthday, Naruto put Sasuke's needs and comfort before his. Nothing new there.

Running back and forth, Naruto was buzzing with anxious energy as he paced the confined space of the apartment like a caged tiger, eager for his best friend to arrive at any moment now. Feeling like a boyfriend trying to impress the in-laws for the first time. Odd analogy for this situation, but that's exactly what it felt like. Naruto snorted. If only Sasuke knew what he was thinking he would totally rip him a new one. They've known each other way too fucking long to care about dirty laundry on the floor or other small, insignificant shit.

A firm knock on the room paused him from Windexing the counter top. Fucking Windexing! That's what it has come down to. Damn it, he was losing his shit.

"Coming!" the blond shouted as he flew across the room. A couple substantial strides later he hastily threw open the door with a crooked grin plastered on his face. His smile fell when he saw the condition his friend was in. He wasn't looking so hot…

Hunched over, Sasuke leaned against the concrete pillar that supported the old buildings infrastructure, appearing small and frail in the huddled state he was in. The slightly taller man's hands were tucked inside the front pockets of his dark grey skinny jeans. He was wearing nothing else but an old concert t-shit from when they saw Metallica five years ago with an accessory chain that attached to his belt loop, dangling loose over his thigh to compliment the studded belt hugging his narrow waist—Hardly proper attire for a sick person to ware on a crisp autumn night. If it weren't for his sickly complexion Naruto would've suspected Sasuke of going clubbing without him.

Sunglasses hid Sasuke's eyes from Naruto, but under close scrutiny he was able to make out the heavy bags under his eyes, hinting a lack of sleep. Darkness might've cast his friend's aristocrat features in shadow and masked many of the flaws, but not all. Like the way his skin appeared a few shades lighter and cheeks were hollowed out. Or that his immaculately styled hairdo appeared disheveled and matted like it hadn't been washed in days. Oh, and there was this weird dark vibe thing going on with him too.

"Umm, S-sasuke… you feeling okay there buddy? You don't looks so good, man." It was only the partial truth. Goddamn genetics.

No matter what, the lucky bastard always looked good. It was frustrating as hell. Even when death was knocking at his door his face somehow appeared flawless. Actually…it was even more flawless than usual—if that were even possible. Not one fucking blemish or red inflammation from shaving. Lucky bastard.

However, the sunglasses at night thing were a major cause concern. Just what was he trying to hide behind them? Or was its purpose to complete a Goth look with those ripped jeans and tight black t-shirt? Hell, it was cold as fuck outside and Sasuke was sick as a dog. If dumb-fuck or asshole was the look he was going for, then he certainly nailed it.

Another concerning aspect was in the way he kept shifting around as if he wasn't comfortable being here...as if he no longer felt welcomed at Naruto's home. Which didn't make any sense really. Where else should he be other than here with him? They were family goddammit! If Sasuke was really that sick, the first person he should've reached out to was him. So he could give him all the proper care and attention that he needed.

Sasuke smirked, the haunting moonlight reflecting off his ivory skin reminded Naruto of what a prince from the underworld might look like if one ever existed. Sinister. Malicious. Otherworldly. "Is that how you greet your best friend, dobe?"

Naruto blinked slowly.

Freaky. Even his voice sounded different. Richer, deeper, silkier…possibly even hollow? It was hard to pinpoint the subtle differences.

"Oh, ah, sorry! Umm…if you want we can reschedule movie night for another time—Err, I mean…I don't want to make you sicker or anything." Damn it, why were his cheeks heating up? He was never shy.

"Chill Naruto, I'll survive. It's not like I can miss out on your 21st birthday, after all. So…Aren't you going to invite me in?" Since when does Sasuke ask for permission to enter his home?

Naruto peaked his head out further. There was no red 05 Mitsubishi Eclipse parked in one of the visitor parking spots. "Hey Sasukeeee ~ where's your car? You did drive here didn't you?" Naruto thrummed his fingers on the door frame.

The raven visibly tensed. "No… I walked here," he said slowly, hesitantly.

Something didn't feel right here. Sasuke wasn't acting like himself and the blond was starting to feel anxious for entirely different reasons now.

"But you live five miles away! And, and you're sick!" There were so many other reasons why it was such a terrible idea that he didn't voice. Like the fact that it was late at night, or that he lived in the shittier side of town.

"What do you want me to say, Naruto? I needed to burn off some extra energy so I took a walk. I've been locked up in the house for a week and couldn't stay there a minute longer," the man grew irritated.

"Well then, you should've answered the fucking door when I dropped by your place a half dozen times," Naruto snapped. Yep, he was still a teensy bit sour about that. "Not even your parents answered. I thought you were avoiding me."

Sasuke expression softened at his pout. "Look Naruto," he sighed, "I was in my room and sick to my stomach. I couldn't've answered the door even if I wanted to. Hell if I know what my mom or dad were doing when you dropped by, I've been sleeping the entire day away for the past week. And you already know how Itachi is…he's rarely ever home. Now, will you please drop it already and let me in?" He never asks for permission…

Suspicious behavior or not, Naruto wasn't about to waste time arguing with a sick man who just walked five fucking miles just to see him for his birthday.

"Fine, whatever bastard. Sasuke, oh royal pain in the ass, won't you pleaseee enter my humble abode?" Naruto said sarcastically in a British accent. He then stepped aside and opened the door wider, ushering his friend inside with a wave of his hand as he bowed down overdramatically. "Just, please—for the love of God,take a seat on the sofa so I can get you something to eat or drink, or I'm totally gonna mother-hen your skinny white ass. You'll be sippin' chicken broth and listening to classical music for the rest of the month if you let me have my way with you." Sasuke arched a brow at that, as if he was contemplating Naruto's words closely and debating whether or not he wanted to take him up on that offer.

Entering the apartment, he purposefully stepped right in Naruto's personal bubble as the blond straightened his spine, and leaned in close. Close enough that Naruto could hear the deep inhale coming from his friend, and felt his loose strands of blond hair feather across his nape upon exhaled.

Huh. Did he just sniff him?

"That's not I want right now," the other man whispered huskily in his ears. Oh god. Yes, that was defiantly a sniff!

"Ah, what do you want then?" Naruto breathed weakly.

There was a long and awkward pause.

"Never mind." Sasuke clipped, then just walked away! "Let's just watch the show."

His defenses were obviously back up, although he had no clue why. Sasuke wasn't exactly the easiest person to read, and Naruto was often told he was dense at times. But he could tell that he was definitely getting the grumpy, brooding bastard version of Sasuke tonight. How nice.

"Yeah, sure." Naruto replied flatly, brushing his sweaty palms down his shirt. Walking over to the kitchen, Naruto grabbed a large bowl of freshly made popcorn and a six pack of Bud Light from the fridge. Technically Naruto wasn't old enough to purchase liquor yet, but he knew the pervy old man in the store very well so he had been no problem purchasing the stuff.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Sasuke taking in the surroundings before he reached the secondhand sofa. His ever assessing gaze scrutinized the small, one bedroom apartment, lingering on the flickering candles lining the window mantel, and then the black roses soaking in a crystal vase that had been placed meticulously on the center of the coffee table in front of the couch. All of a sudden the room became unbearably stuffy.

"Nice. Is there something I should know about, Naruto?" Sasuke inquired, his voice dipping down to a teasing, seductive purr as his attention shifted back to the blond gathering stuff in the kitchen. "I would've dressed more appropriately for the occasion if you would've told me beforehand that this was going to be a date."

"Hardy, har-har, asshole. If you must know—Hinata was planning to come over tonight. But then you texted me that you were coming over, and I…ah, I…ah…yeah." He could just feel his cheeks turn a flaming fire hydrant red with every stupid word that spewed out of his mouth. Naruto dared to look Sasuke in the eyes, well aware that he was blubbering like a fool, and hating that he couldn't read Sasuke expressions through those damn shades he was still wearing.

Honestly, flowers and candles weren't even worth getting flustered over. This was not the first time he's chosen Sasuke over a girl, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. They were tight like that. It just go to show how much of a mess he's been without Sasuke around.

And it also might've had something to do with Sasuke's husky voice. But he would never admit that. He'd take that to the grave.

Juggling the pile of food and drinks, Naruto grumbled his way over to the sofa that Sasuke was now seated on. After placing the snacks safely on the table, he plopped down on a well-used cushion with an unceremonious 'hmmfff' before continuing the conversation. "Anyways…We agreed on a vampire fic tonight. So I hope you don't mind watching the original Dracula movie? I know it's old, and not as cool and stuff…"

"Its fine," Sasuke murmured.

"Cool." He inwardly cringed at his school-girl behavior.

Really Naruto, could you make this any more awkward?

Scratching the back of his neck, Naruto took a healthy swig of beer. Nervous habits die hard. With the click of a button the movie started, and he blew away a stray strand of blond hair that kept getting in front of his eyes while the opening credits rolled. It took a while, but with the help of liquid courage warming up his core, easing the unwanted tension in the room, Naruto managed to sink into a relaxed state with his feet propped up on the coffee table, cold beer in hand. A pleasant buzz ran through his system as he grabbed a handful of popcorn and munched happily on the salty snack. This was not the first drink he's had this night.

Early on in the movie Sasuke also got more comfortable, grabbing a beer of his own. And at some point, he had managed to scoot closer to Naruto without his notice. That was until their knees knocked together and elbows bumped with every subtle movement—not that Naruto minded the close proximity. He quite liked it actually. But when Sasuke started breathing in his scent again, the fine hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

"Hey, Sasuke…why do you keep sniffing me? Do I smell bad or something?"

"No. You smell good, Naruto… So fucking good." Sasuke's words came out almost groanlike—all gravelly and breathy. Okay…

Naruto didn't believe him. He's been complimented before, but never has anyone told him that his sent was, 'so fucking good'.

Naruto's nose scrunched up as he raised up an arm to sniff his pit. There was no strong odor coming from it but he wasn't exactly fresh either. "Dude, that's a weird thing to say to a guy. Nice, but weird. You must be mistaking me for the flowers or candles," he pointed over to the mantel and stated proudly, "I bought scented kind."

"It's not the candles," his friend disagreed.

As if to prove the theory correct, Sasuke actually dared to press his nose right into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. Then the bastard fucking groaned! Groaned!

Now. Naruto like to believe he was a confident dude. A man comfortable in his own skin, and 100% confident with his sexuality. He didn't mind butt slaps or long hugs from other men, especially not one coming from his best friend. That being said, he had his limits. Another guy scenting him and groaning, as though he were covered in cake frosting was definitely one of those hard limits.

Men don't groan. Not like that they don't. Not unless they were aroused or injured or eating a greasy burger.

Staring blindly at the screen, Naruto held himself utterly still while Sasuke breathed him in, feeling oddly flushed for having him so close and sniffing him like this. Honestly, he was sure of what to do in this situation. This scenario wasn't included in the bromance handbook. And he would know, Kiba bought him one for Christmas as a joke one day. Go figure.

"Ah, Sasuke…are you okay, man?" he found himself asking. "You're acting really strange." Understatement of the year.

"Sorry. You're scent—It's really distracting." Sasuke pushed away and moved to the far side of the couch, distancing himself but never denying it. "Sorry," he apologized again and paused. "It was a bad idea for me to come here tonight. I can't be around you when you smell like that...you're making me really hungry. So, ah, yeah—I should probably head out."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. You're aren't going anywhere, my friend, you just got here." Naruto reached over and pressed a hand down on Sasuke's knee. "If you are hungry you should've spoken up sooner. I've got plenty of party leftovers in the fridge."

Scratching at his chin, Naruto bolted out of his seat before Sasuke could argue another lame-ass excuse to leave, empty beer can in hand. "Just hang tight for a minute, I've got exactly what you need—pizza and cake! Can't ever go wrong with that," the blond announced overenthusiastically over his shoulder, not bothering to look back to see if Sasuke had gotten up to follow him or not.

In reality, Naruto needed the distance so he could remember how to regain control his breathing again.

Sure he was thrilled to have Sasuke over, but the man kept making him nervous. The sniffing thing really freaked him out.

Minutes later he returned with a paper plate stacked with pre-heated pizza slices, and a second one carrying a generous portion of chocolate cake. The bastard rarely liked anything sweet but he'd have to suck it up and deal with it for once. It was Naruto's birthday cake, after all.

"Here, eat up big boy. I've got more where this came from if you're still hungry."

Sasuke almost looked insulted at the generous plate of food. Naruto had to hold in a laugh, his friend's stony expression was the definition of disdain. Behind those shaded glasses he was absolutely certain there would be a glare of some kind. Sasuke was the only person Naruto knew that could look at pizza and cake that way. Nevertheless, the grumpy bastard graciously accepted the plate, albeit reluctantly.

Un-pausing the movie once they resettled in, Naruto's blue eyes glued to the screen. Every so often he'd comment on the movie and crack jokes to lighten the mood. Still, the one sided conversation sounded strained even to his own ears. Out of the corner of his eye, he silently observed Sasuke take only a few nibbles of food before setting it down or shuffled the food around with a fork. Typical behavior for someone who hated the food and was trying to hide the fact, or not hungry at all.

At some point in the movie Sasuke's gaze drifted towards him and stayed there, completely disregarding the flick. Naruto's skin tingled with heightened awareness the longer he pretended not to notice. It didn't take very long for him to start fidgeting in his seat.

Adamant on hiding his discomfort, the blond kept his mouth shut for once and downed half a can of beer in one go, pointedly ignoring the discomforting atmosphere swallowing up the room. It was pretty common for Sasuke to be a grumpy, brooding mess on a good day. Naruto usually knew how to handle it, however tonight his attitude was almost unbearable. The harder Naruto tried, the more distant and curt his friend grew. Something had to be bothering him or he was sicker than he led on.

"So, ah, what do you think it would be like if vampires actually existed?" Naruto pitched when the silence became too unbearable. The TV screen flashed with an innocent woman screaming her head off as Count Dracula sunk his fangs into the victim's neck. Neither of them pretended to be watching it anymore. Naruto's gaze darted to the half-eaten cake slice sitting on Sasuke's lap after their eyes caught. Sasuke remained focused solely on him, not even bothering to have the decency to look elsewhere. So awkward.

"There are some good things about them," the raven murmured. Naruto almost jumped out of his seat when his friend actually answered back. Although, it was kind of an odd response to his question. Who the fuck sides with the vampire?

"Really?" The blond arched a brow, shooting him a skeptical look. "Like what?"

"Population control for one. But wouldn't it be great to never age or get sick again? To have unimaginable strength and speed? You could do anything you ever wanted with those abilities, no one could stop you." Of course Sasuke would think like that.

"Yeah, I guess…but I'd never be able to walk in the sun again or have a child of my own one day. And who'd want to live off of blood when there is ramen in this world?" Naruto scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Immortality has to come at some price," Sasuke agreed. "But ramen would taste like shit after you got a taste of fresh blood—Just think how incredible it would feel to have someone's life-force rushing through your system like a shot pure ecstasy. The power. The adrenaline. The high. How much better sex could be with no physical limitations, no STD's or unplanned pregnancies holding you back. You could fuck for hours on end."

Sasuke scooted back over. And without permission, he began stroking small circles over the younger man's clavicle with the smooth pad of his thumb, elbow resting on the back cushion of the sofa. A seductive smile teased his lips. Naruto smiled back shyly in return, until he realized what Sasuke had just said.

The intimate touch was a bit uncomfortable but not as bad as the sniffing. He was genuinely happy that his friend was no longer brooding. Just getting the grumpy bastard to smile was a victory in his books. Well, it was more of a sexy tilt of his lips—but it still counted!

He could do without the subject matter though…

The blond never understood why his male friends always brought up sex around him. Naruto wasn't the type of guy that thought about fucking or naked chicks all the time. Food was of much higher importance as far as he was concerned. Although, that could possibly change if he ever got around to losing his virginity...

Nah. Food was everything.

Thankfully Sasuke was a private guy by nature. Rarely did he ever bring up sex, or women for that matter. So it was a bit of a shock that he would bring it up now, out of all times. Amazing sex wasn't the first thing that came to Naruto's mind when discussing vampires. What really got under his skin was the way his voice got all husky as he slid into Naruto's personal space.

"Instead of adding to the overpopulation in the world you could just turn the ones you love, Naruto. They'd be your children…your family…your lovers." Sasuke continued in a dark tone.

Chills ran up Naruto's spine when Sasuke's fingers brushed over his pulse—the same spot that he nuzzled earlier. Sasuke hooked a finger under the collar of his shirt and pulled, exposing the tanned shoulder hidden beneath. Closing the distance, he leaned in all the way. His chapped lips ghosting over the blond's bony shoulder blade before pressing a chaste kiss on the taut flesh. Naruto's heart pounded in his chest as Sasuke worked his way up to his throat.

A tongue darted out.

One lick, then two.

"Sasuke?" Naruto's voice shook. He couldn't breathe right. Eyelids snapped shut, his brows furrowed in confusion as he swallowed down the lump in his suddenly dry throat. If he wasn't so damn terrified and confused by the whole situation he would've noticed Sasuke's breath was cold on his skin—Not hot or even warm. Cool.

"You taste better than you even smell," Sasuke moaned.

Every muscle in Naruto's body tensed up instantaneously, the frown on his face said it all.

"Jesus, Sasuke. Just what the fuck do I smell like? Beer? Pizza?"

"Like bl—You smell like dinner." Sasuke inhaled deeply. "So sweet and savory. I need to taste you."

What the actual fuck.

Was Sasuke seriously suggesting that he smelled like a goddamn roasted duck in cranberry sauce or something? Naruto fought back the immediate urge to scream or punch the crazy, sick bastard in the face. But he didn't. Because he knew that Sasuke was just being an ass to get in his head.

"Seriously, Naruto, you smell really good. Crazy good." A second later Sasuke was literally pawing at his loose t-shirt, nose pressed up against his neck. Chilled breath washing over Naruto's skin in the creepiest way possible. "Tell me to stop, Naruto." Sasuke murmured gruffly, his voice to low and animalistic to be normal. "You really should tell me to stop."

Shit. He really needed to get the hell away from him. Something was seriously wrong with his best friend.

"Jesus, man—Fucking stop!" Naruto shoved his friend off him. "What the hell is your problem, Sasuke?"

Anger surged through Naruto's veins when his best friend chose this time to ignore him. Blue eyes narrowed into slits. The fucker didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. And those damn sunglasses that he was hiding behind got on his last nerve. Naruto sucked in a few deep breaths to calm himself down and get his shit together. It wouldn't do him any good if he picked a fight with Sasuke now, not when his friend was obviously going through stuff. Maybe this was his coming out of the closet confession.

"Sasuke talk to me, bro. You know I don't swing that way, right? I've got a girlfriend—one whom I'm very much attracted to. So tell me what's wrong. I promise that I won't get mad or tell your secret to anyone. You can tell me anything…anything at all," he said calmly.

"I can't," Sasuke replied curtly. Head cast down, his thick, choppy bangs hid his features from Naruto, making him impossible to read. "I'm sorry, I really should leave now."

"Oh no you're not!" Naruto snatched his wrist. "I haven't seen you in a goddamn week, Sasuke! You ain't going nowhere until you talk to me." Before he even knew what he was doing, Naruto lunged out of his seat and reached for Sasuke's shades, tearing them off. A gasp escaped his lips when blood red irises greeted him instead of black. "Holy shit, dude—your eyes! What the fuck happened to your eyes?"

"Contacts," Sasuke said flatly, brows furrowed in tight line.

"Damn," Naruto couldn't help but chuckle, tension slowly draining from his body. It was all staring to make sense now. "So that's why you were acting like that. You went all out for vamp night, didn't you? Shit Sasuke, you should've said something to me sooner."

Years ago they developed this unofficial tradition where they'd both dress during the month of October, playing the monster in the horror film chosen for that night. A tradition that Naruto had completely forgotten. He'd been so distracted with setting up for the party and worried sick about Sasuke health that he hadn't given it a second thought. Naruto would've figured it out sooner if Sasuke was wearing his old vampire costume. The contacts certainly made for a sweet new addition. The man was a master at cosplay, and it completely natural for him to fall into character. However, it was unusual for him to take the role-playing to this level—he'd never gone so far as to lick or even threaten to bite Naruto in the past.

"I bet you even put on fangs…here, let me see 'em…" Naruto hummed appreciatively.

Unable to resist, the blond reached up to Sasuke's mouth and stupidly pried his upper lip open with his thumb and index finger, revealing the sharp tip of an elongated canine.

"Fuck, you really do have them! And they look so real, too. Damn it, you are always so much better at cosplay than I am." He pouted. "I'm so jealous right now. All I've got on are plain clothes—"

"Naruto, you need to back away. Right. Now." Sasuke warned in a dangerously low tone, a look of raw hunger burning through his blood red eyes. No, not hungry—Starved.

"Sasuke, you can cut the act now," he scoffed. "But for a moment there you almost scared me," Naruto admitted with a crooked grin, then looked away sheepishly. There was something about Sasuke's eyes that still made his heart pound a little faster than normal. The way they seemed to light up a hellfire red like a crazed light settled in them, something dangerous and predatory sparking just beneath the surface. Yet his stubborn side chose to ignore the threat for what it was and go for the fangs anyways. "Since you've got the eyes and act down lemme at least borrow the fangs for the movie. God, you're such an overachieving bastard. I'm feeling naked here."

Naruto grunted as he tried prying out the prosthetic fangs with one hand but the damn things wouldn't budge. They were really glued in there tight! Tugging harder, his pointer finger slid down the saliva coated tooth and nicked from the pointed tip. A droplet of blood fell from his fingertip onto to the tip of Sasuke's tongue.

Don't ask him what had happened next. It happened so fast it was all a blur.

One moment he was hovering over Sasuke, trying to steal part of his best friend's costume; then the next, he was lying on the floor after being shoved, or so he suspected. The force of the hit was hard enough to punch the air out from his lungs and send him soaring across the room, where he crash landed on the ground.

Dazed and confused, Naruto glanced at the couch and found no one there. He moved his aching head to the side. Sasuke was no longer in the room. It happened faster than his brain could process.

What the fuck?

There was no way he drank that much. He was feeling only slightly buzzed. But there was no other reasonable explanation that came to mind. Getting drunk and tripping over his two front feet was a hell of a lot easier to believe than getting tossed as though he were nothing but a rag doll by his sick best friend, who suddenly and mysteriously developed the strength of a motherfucking pickup truck over a week. Even steroids couldn't work that fast.

Still, that didn't explain where Sasuke had run off to. Or the deep, demonic rumble he heard after spilling blood.

Seriously, just what the hell happened?

This night kept on getting weirder and weirder...

A disturbing hacking sound coming from the bathroom encouraged Naruto to pick himself up off the floor. He swayed unsteadily once he managed to stand upright, legs trembling ever so slightly while he waited patiently for his balance to return. Shit, he must've dropped harder than he thought.

Screams from the horror movie playing in the background did nothing to help calm his nerves as he made his way over to the bathroom. The apartment was dark except for the eerie glow from the moonlight cutting through the kitchen window, and flickering candlelight. The softy burning flame cast deep shadows throughout the small apartment, which naturally increased the creep factor ten-fold. Of course being so close to Halloween didn't help either.

Naruto's mind kept wandering to impossible conclusions with every step he took, cursing himself under his breath for binge watching horror flicks every damn night since the 1st. God, he was really starting to hate that tradition. Now it felt as though he was the star actor of a real life horror movie.

Correction. He was the star victim of said film.

The hacking resumed and Naruto forced himself to set aside the irrational fear and paranoia so he could go and take care of Sasuke. Because that's what best friends were supposed to do. Yeah.

One thing was certain—Sasuke was not doing well. That cough sounded like death itself, definitely not simple case of the common cold or flu. It was much worse than that.

Determination side, Naruto still saw images of large, masked men wielding chainsaws, snarling werewolves, and other nasty disfigured monsters lurking just behind the door, hovering at the surface of his mind as he laid a heavy hand on the wooden door, a faint yellow light streamed through the cracks. He hesitated.

Damn it, he was over thinking again.

Sucking in a deep breath, Naruto braced himself as he called out to his friend on the other side of the door, sweaty palm gripping the metal knob. "S-sauke…you alright in there buddy?"

Fuck. What kinda dumbass question was that? Of course he wasn't doing okay. He was coughing up a lung for Christ sake!

More of that horrid retching.

Great. Now he felt like a pansy-ass-bitch, a coward who should've immediately ran in there without second thought to help out his one true friend.

Twisting the handle, the door swung open with ease, artificial light assaulted Naruto's unadjusted eyes. Squinting, his stomach churned at the sight of his friend's deplorable condition when he came into view.

Later he would regret ever turning that knob…

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