Okay, so…this is my first fanfiction of SasuNaru pairing. All I can say for this fic is…cliché, maybe. I don't know. But I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this.

Warning: AU-Demons, slight OOC-ness, smut

Disclaimer: Damn…I'll turn Naruto into superbly smexy anime series of yaoi if I own it. Unfortunately, I don't.

"Talking"

'Speaking to oneself'

Flashback or dreaming

Cyan: Okaaaaaay, ready for the first chapter, or we can kill the time knowing each other?

Tama: Sis, really. No one is interested in you.

CHAPTER ONE: THE NIGHT

A door was slammed so hard that the sound echoed throughout the palace. The Prince, Uchiha Sasuke, stormed down the hall with a scowl evident on his face. Fists clenched, he glared back at the person that came out from the room that he was in a moment ago. He gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath. Why wouldn't Itachi just leave him alone?! The moment he wanted to enjoy his goddamn peaceful morning was ruined by this one brother who had the nerve to piss him off.

"Little brother, please. It's not a bad idea." The Lord, Uchiha Itachi spoke. It was obvious that the man was amused by the whole situation. He indeed had this weird kink of putting Sasuke in endless misery. The sadistic bastard.

"I refuse, Itachi!" Sasuke growled as he gave his brother a deadly glare. Although, as usual, Itachi just smirked which ticked Sasuke off even more.

"Sasuke, all I ever ask is for you to enjoy yourself tonight."

"No."

"To the club, little brother. Not a brothel."

"No."

"Come on, it's your birthday."

Sasuke only increased his pace. He seriously needed Itachi to fuck off – not that he could actually say that, which by all means, he wanted to – and leave him be. Was that too much to ask? Perhaps he should throw tantrums or bitching out. But hell, he was an Uchiha. Uchiha forbid such attitude. "My birthday has nothing to do with me making an ass out of myself in a goddamn club!"

Sometimes, he could not figure out what was in Itachi's mind. Come to think of it, no one could. But that was not actually the point. Why in the world royals like him, the prince of Storm Landwould make himself look like nothing but a drunken idiot in such a place? Even Itachi himself never did things like that since he was always busy with charity events, meetings between the Lords, visiting the other Lands and all of the Lord's crappy duties.

Maybe Itachi just wanted him to have his fun and let loose for a while. But as frequent as Sasuke had assured his brother, he did not need that. He was fine as he was. He preferred to be left alone in his room or anywhere in the palace that provided him peace. He wanted to savor his alone time before he mated. Mated. Yes. That word sent frightful shiver down his spine.

Demons have to mate. But Sasuke, let's just say he hated the idea of mating. When demons mated, their prior purpose was having heirs to expand their clan. Demons mated out of animalistic lust and not pure affection. Sasuke snorted. Pure affection. Since when did he say such a thing? Truth to be told, he envied his parents. They were the closest example of mating out of love. They showed affection to each other which could be clearly seen in their eyes.

But that was long ago before they died.

Itachi took over the throne when he was 18 years old. He ruled the land at such a young age and it was better than their Father once did. He was a great Lord, a perfect brother and was the total opposite of Sasuke.

Really, he was just being melodramatic. But he was not the one to be blame when he had God-like person as his brother.

"Hn. I guess you prefer me throwing a grand ball tonight instead. Oh, and of course, we'll be searching for your soon-to-be-mate. I bet Sakura is interested." Itachi said and he chuckled at the end of his sentence with such a voice that could make flowers wilt and healthy people went to their edge of death in a blink of an eye. "Don't you think, little brother?"

Sasuke's vein popped and immediately halted. His eyes twitched in annoyance, anger and everything in between. He loathed balls, parties or any social gathering. Uchiha Sasuke and social just would not and would never get along and mentioning the name of Haruno Sakura made it even worse. She was like a leech; a very big and stubborn leech that sucked on every drop of Sasuke's life source and replaced it with her affection. Sasuke was dying from the inside because of her. He surely wanted to live longer hence, making her existence as one of his sole reasons as to why he made himself scarce when it came to socializing.

"Fine. I'll go." The prince half grunted, half mumbled.

Itachi smirked. "To the ball?"

Sasuke turned around and glared daggers at his annoying brother. "No."

"Really, little brother. You need to be more specific."

How he wished he could wipe the widening smirk on his brother's face. He could just feel Itachi's sarcasm poking his very soul. "I'll go to the damn club!" At last, Sasuke said, well, hissing between his gritted teeth to be more precise.

"I'm glad you see it my way, little brother." Itachi smirked. "I'm off to Land of Fire and will be back in two weeks."

"Why?"

"Missing me already?"

"Don't push your luck, Itachi." Sasuke growled.

"Just political business and have you heard the rumor that their Prince was kidnapped?"

"No." Really, Sasuke was not into gossips or politics or anything that would end up messing with his brain. However he did know was that the Land of Fire was partner with his Land – Itachi's Land actually – and the Lord was Father's best friend. But no one ever saw the now missing prince. Only the palace knew the prince's existence and they leaked no further information.

"You better get out from your nest, little brother. Lee will be waiting for you at the club." Itachi chuckled as he swiftly walked away, leaving Sasuke growling to his heart's content.

He was wearing dark gray leather pants that hugged his legs, leather boots up to his knees and a black tunic with silver and gold embroidery with a pair of black fingerless leather gloves; perfectly radiated his 'Midnight Prince' persona that he was famous of. He grabbed his dark silver coat and dashed out from his room, ignoring the ogling eyes of the maids and butlers of the palace. Sasuke emitted a very dark and heavy aura. He was obviously pissed off. Itachi did not give him the chance to sneak free. That bastard of a brother even had Lee waiting for him.

The moment he stepped out from the threshold, his personal bodyguard approached him. "Sasu-chan. Ready for your best night in your life?"

Sasuke bared his teeth at the other man as he growled. This man, his personal bodyguard and the only person he could handle being around aside from his brother and his childhood friend. Hatake Kakashi; a very weird person. He was just, weirder than Itachi in some kind of a weird, abnormal level. One eye bared and all his features were covered under a mask with a silver-white hair.

"Shut up, Kakashi."

"The ride is ready for you."

"No. I want to walk." The prince said. He just felt like breathing fresh air before giving up his soul to whatever it was there in the club.

"Ma, Sasu-chan is a grown up man. Papa is so proud." Kakashi snickered.

"Just go and fuck yourself, Kakashi."

Sasuke strolled down the street with his hands in the pockets of his coat. The night air was chilly and the sky was deserted. No stars, no moon. He shrugged it off. It did not matter anyway. He just wanted to end this goddamn night as soon as possible or Itachi would have his head. The prince stopped and gazed up to the building in front of him; Kurai Akuma. A very well-known club.

"Prince Sasuke! Such a youthful appearance from you!"

Sasuke winced. That voice was no other than Lee's. The prince looked at the approaching figure and nodded curtly. "Lee."

"Youthful Lord Itachi sent me for you! He said you're not to be trusted!" Lee laughed as he patted on Sasuke's shoulder.

'Typical Itachi.' Sasuke grunted lowly.

"Go on in, Prince Sasuke. I'm in no way of delaying your youthful night!"

With that, Sasuke once again nodded and stepped into the club. Loud music intruded his hearing, the smell of alcohol was breathed in and there were too many people like sardine in the tin. The prince scowled. Glances were thrown over him and he knew well they were particularly hungry of him just by looking how they actually drool and started to undress him with their eyes. Sasuke held up his guard; cold and dark aura to keep those 'pests' away from him. He made his way to the counter bar and took his seat on an empty stool.

The bartender slid a glass of drink. Sasuke eyed it suspiciously and arched an eyebrow at the other man.

"The only drink available for you, Sasuke-sama. Lord Itachi's strict order."

Sasuke snorted. 'Of course. That possessive bastard.' But he said nothing more and drank up the liquor. His eyes darted from the glass in his hand then to the smiling bartender before finally stopped at the dancing people. They looked nothing more like retarded monkeys. The music was too loud to his liking. The people were talking, screaming, shouting and anything that concluded to speaking loudly to the point that his eardrums might dysfunction.

"Never seen you out here before, Sasuke-sama." The earlier bartender started a conversation.

The prince tear his eyes away from the dance floor and looked at the man behind the counter, glancing on the name tag pinned on his fitter vest; Haku. For a moment, Sasuke had mistaken him for a woman. His features were too feminine for a man.

"Hn. Give me another shot."

Sasuke pushed the door open and stepped out from the suffocating and noisy zone. Dizziness attacked him and his eyes could barely focus on anything. Maybe he indulged himself way too much. He was never the person who fond of liquor and Itachi would always make fun of him for his low alcohol-resistance.

"Prince Sasuke!"

Lee called out for him. Sasuke narrowed his eyes, trying to focus his vision on the blur moving image in front of him. He recognized the voice but somehow his brain would not cooperate with his limbs to make any movements or some sorts aside from leaning his body against the wall.

"Prince Sasuke! Such youthful night you had! Your ride is ready for you, my youthful prince!"

Sasuke looked at the awaiting carriage, and then he shook his head. "No. I want to walk. Make myself sober." He was actually proud of himself for spilling coherent words out from his lips although his current state normally could not do much. 'Take that, Itachi.'

Lee's eyes were wide when he heard Sasuke's reply as if it was the most sinful thing in the world to say. "Oh, no my youthful prince! Lord Itachi would kill the youthful us if you get into trouble."

The raven rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine." He said and started to walk away to the other direction. He needed fresh air and long walk to regain his composure and sane mind. The sky above him clearly indicated that it was really, really late. Not that he minded it but the idea of him staying out from the palace at the hour was bizarre. Fun, was the word Itachi would usually put in this moment. Fun. Smile. Laugh. All similar things, to Sasuke, were inappropriate. He needed no fun. He needed no smile. He needed no laugh. What was the point? He would not gain anything but only waste of time.

He had changed, he noticed. After his parents' death, Sasuke was more likely locking himself up in his room. He barely talked. Smiling was scarce for him now. He knew that and he knew Itachi hated him being that way. He knew Itachi tried to pull his old self back and he thanked his brother for that. But, something just could not be changed anymore. With Itachi was now the Lord. He had lesser time spent for Sasuke. How much the prince hated to admit this, but, he was lonely. He longed to feel.

'I'm 21 damn it!' He hissed inwardly.

Sasuke breathed in the air, feeling the cool breeze brushing on his porcelain skin, moving through his silky pitch hair. It was quiet and peaceful. Just how he liked it and it was even better when he felt his dizziness started to wear off, but he was still far from sober. He kept on walking, taking in the deserted area he was in.

And it was the moment where a faint scream was heard.

"Get off me! Stop it!"

Sasuke came into a halt. Although his vision was somewhat still blur, his hearing was sharp enough to catch the noise.

"No! Sto—ah! No!

Curiosity ravaged the prince. He followed where the scream came from, frowning when the scream sounded more real and nearer. A male. Pain. Two conclusions came up in the raven's head and he had no idea what possessed him, he started to run and turned right to a dark alley.

What feasted upon his eyes was an image of a very erotic display of raping. There were three men circling a smaller male. It was quite dim so Sasuke could not take in the victim's features. The tallest and bulkiest man was pinning the victim up against the wall and was dry-humping the smaller man. The other two laughed and roamed their hands on the lithe body and ripping off the victim's clothes. One of the attackers leaned in and bit down the victim's shoulder. A cry of pain was pulled from the attacked male.

Sasuke wanted to walk away. This was none of his affair. Raping in an alley was too normal for him to get involved. That was what his rational mind said. But his body declined that. Instead, he clenched his fists and thunder erupted around his knuckles, drawing the attackers' attention to him. The victim took it as an opportunity to set himself free by pushing the man that was pinning him and bit his arm hard.

"Fuck you!" The man roared and he took a knife from the back pocket of his pants and stabbed the victim in the torso while the other two men had their feet surrounded by gray chakra and started to kick the other male mercilessly.

Sasuke's eyes widened and he drew both of his hand outward and convulsed them with his lightning. The three men's body quaked wildly as the smell of burnt flesh started to spread in the air. The prince stepped closer and drew his hands back to him, letting the three burnt figures fell on the ground motionlessly. He glared at the tallest one in disgust and stomped his feet on the head and crushed the skull beneath his leather boot, and then walked over the panting victim.

Only then, Sasuke realized that the pitiful victim was blonde. His hair was so bright that it could be seen despite the poorly lit area. He reached his hand forward to hold the other male's cheek. He did not know what was happening to him but he let himself drown into the urge to look directly at the male's face. Sasuke tilted the victim's face upward, noticing that he was trembling and flinching to his touch.

"Are you okay?" It was unusual of Sasuke to ask if other was okay. But he just did. The words just rolled out from his lips. His hand swiftly pressed on the bleeding slash on the exposed skin.

"Nhn…" The blond mumbled painfully.

Only then, he started to flutter his eyes open weakly and caught the prince's breath. His azure eyes bore into Sasuke's bottomless black. The blond's eyes were as bright as his hair but deep at the same time. Sasuke froze at the spot, for once in his life, he was lost. Lost in the deep depth of blue.

"T-Thank you." The other's voice echoed in Sasuke's mind like the holy bells, chiming. The blond's voice triggered something unfamiliar in the prince. Before Sasuke could react to the other's gratitude, the victim fell into Sasuke's arms.

The prince panicked. He was panicking for the first time. He could not think straight and he was damned sure he was sober. He supposed to be able to think! However, the other's body pressed fully on Sasuke, almost bare if he may add. The heat slowly radiated into the prince and his chest tightened and mind went dizzy. For some reason, the blond smelt extremely good, extremely inviting, extremely…alluring. The scent was driving Sasuke crazy, literally.

This must because of the liquor.

TBC

Okaaaay! That's the wrap! How's my first chapter? Please go easy on me! I promise I'll improve in the next chapter!

Cyan: Please review, guys!

Tama: Thanks for reading!