Title: Are you Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Author: Tardar-Sauce

Rating: NC-17 (Suitable for Mature Readers Only)

Pairings: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Kakashi/Iruka

Warnings: Anal, Angst, Bad Language, Bestiality, Dubious consent, D/s, Oral, MPREG, Violence

Beta: TDaL

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Naruto'. I merely own this story which I make no money from.

Summary: It was awkward, but he had a game plan. Someone like him planning out his future was hard to believe, but he had made the effort. However, saving a pack of ungrateful douche bag werewolves never made the list.

A/N: Guys I'll try to keep this short and sweet. Thank you for putting up with me! I am very grateful. As they say third time's the charm! I have uploaded the old version on my LJ. If you want the link PM. Also I made a tumblr for you guys too, I'll post fic and manga recommendations, all that jazz. You want the link PM. Updates will be slow, that's nothing new. Please enjoy this chapter!


Stupid. This was stupid. Everything was stupid. Being so scared, even though he was vaguely aware that he was dreaming was also stupid. If this really was a dream, why did it feel real?

He was standing there, wanting to move, but unable to do so. Every muscle in his body twitched. Sweat coated his back and stomach before slowly dripping down his legs. There was no logical reason to be afraid. Yet, he was terrified.

From what he could gather, he was in a forest. Why a forest, hell if he knew. It was incredibly dark, but he could make out his surroundings and they weren't impressive. It was a typical forest, with trees, twigs, rocks, and dirt. There wasn't anything that made it frightening. But, his body was shaking. In the back of his mind, he knew something dangerous was approaching.

How did he know this? Maybe, the way his body was urging him to run was a hint. All he could hear was the wind rustling the leaves. The only thing in sight was what seemed like never-ending forest. Nothing that could be labeled as dangerous.

So why was his body pumping him full of adrenaline? What did his body know that his mind refused to accept? Were both his mind and body trying to protect him, in turn working against each other?

There was little time left for him to contemplate because a twig snapping in the distance jerked him into action. Within seconds, he could feel his leg muscles spasm and he was running.

What was he running from? He wanted to look back, but there was a small voice in his mind urging him not to. It chanted, 'don't look back.' All this did was fuel his curiosity.

What his eyes took in wasn't what most people would consider scary, but it sent a shiver down his spine. The thing he saw wasn't human. In fact he wasn't sure what it was.

If he were to give it a face-just for reference when his mind finally realized that it could save him from the nightmare by forcing him to regain consciousness-he would refer to it as an ominous shadow.

Somewhere along the way, he had managed to turn around and focus on escape. But, there wasn't any escape in sight. The forest seemed to go on forever. Instead of the distance increasing between him and the shadow, it decreased.

Every snap of a twig was louder than the last, informing him that whatever it was, was getting closer. He found himself wondering if he should be breathing so hard. If this was a dream why were his legs cramping and lungs burning?

He had too many questions that he wanted answered. What he hadn't expected was to come skidding to a halt when the clouds cleared to reveal a full moon.

The state of awe he finds himself in because of the majestic beauty of the moon is shattered by a piercing howl. His mind is screaming, 'run and don't look back.' However, his body has a different agenda.

His legs are rooted to the forest floor once he lays eyes on the shadow. It is slowly taking shape. For a second he feels triumph as it takes the form of a human. This feeling is quickly snatched from him.

The human shrouded in shadows, begins to shake. Limbs twist in awkward angles, he can hear the bones rearranging. Soon it drops to its feet, revealing its true nature. It is a wolf.

When red eyes lock onto him, alarms in his mind go off. He is in danger, but his body isn't moving. His arm trembles as it moves, slowly he sinks his nails into his arm and he increases the pressure every second his body refuses to respond.

Even when the wolf breaks off into a run, his body doesn't move. He can feel warm blood flowing from the impression left by his nails. The animal is getting closer and panic fills him.

He is going to die if he doesn't move. The wolf is less than a foot away, jaws snapping. He is going to die!

Naruto was barely able to bite back a terrified scream as he was jolted into consciousness. Gathering his bearings was incredibly difficult when panic had a tight grip on his mind.

He gasped constantly, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. Sweat dripped into his eyes and down every inch of his body. His pajamas stuck to his body uncomfortably as he shifted and threw the covers aside.

Somehow, he needed to force himself to calm down. His eyes darted around trying to place where he was. Familiar objects came into sight, aiding his body in its slow decent into relaxation.

It took what seemed like an eternity for his breathing to return to normal. His hands that had been shaking non-stop were only twitching every few seconds.

Taking one huge gulp of air, he threw himself down onto his sweat soaked bed. Lazily, he eyed the ceiling as a million thoughts bombarded him.

How many times had he had that same dream? More times than he could count. Not too long ago he would only have the dream once every few weeks. But now he had it every night.

Those red eyes haunted him every night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those red eyes staring back at him. How he still managed to sleep was a miracle. Anyone with an ounce of sanity would refuse to even let their eyes slip shut.

Naruto blinked, attention turning towards his arm. His eyes widened. How the hell could this be real? He lifted his hands, staring in shock at the wounds on his arm.

In his panic, had he actually injured himself like in his dream? He lowered his arm, ignoring the fact that it would need to be treated if he wanted to avoid a nasty infection.

Naruto laid silently on his bed, trying to sort out his thoughts. His mind was jumbled, trying to find some sort of explanation.

It didn't take him long to find one. In fact it was quite simple. He was flipping insane! That was the only logical explanation. In the morning, he'd find Iruka and demand to be taken to a shrink.

After all there was no reason that dreams should be so real! It wasn't as if he was suicidal or had a reason to harm himself. Thus he would stick to his self-proclaimed plea of insanity.

This wasn't how he thought he would be spending the weeks after his eighteenth birthday. Naruto was an adult and should be living it up. Instead he was having all too real nightmares that were leading him to an asylum.

He could picture it, white padded walls and a nice comfy straightjacket. That would be his future if he couldn't find a way to stop having that reoccurring nightmare.

Sighing, he tumbled out of bed and onto the floor. A shower and change of night wear would hopefully lull him back to sleep.

SASUNARU

It didn't take him long to realize that he was too afraid to risk closing his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to visualize the red eyes that haunt him day and night.

What the actual hell was that anyway? Wasn't he at least allowed some peace during the day? Sighing, he rolled around, tangling his limbs in the cool sheets.

Naruto knew that he would have to do laundry in the morning before Iruka got home from his shift at the hospital. The last thing he wanted was to be teased because he knew what his guardian would assume.

If only he were having wet dreams. It would have been a nice escape from red eyes that were attached to a wolf.

Screaming in frustration, he grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled. He needed just a few hours of peaceful sleep to function in the morning. How the hell would he be able to work if he was ready to fall over due to exhaustion?

In the bathroom he tried his hardest not to pay any attention to the gigantic black bags under his eyes. It was a blatant testimony to his nights without peaceful sleep.

Naruto wasn't opposed to wearing makeup to cover it up. It was for Iruka's sake, he didn't want his guardian worrying about him.

He needed to work hard and make something of himself as repayment to Iruka. When Iruka's parents died, he could have abandoned Naruto, but he chose to keep him. He had worked so hard to raise him.

It wasn't a secret that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the tool shed. Most of the time, he was ashamed of how he acted when he was younger.

But, somehow he had managed to get into college and he would do his best no matter how hard he had to work. Naruto wasn't sure what career he wanted to peruse. The only thing he is certain of is he wants to make Iruka proud.

Maybe, if he slammed his head hard enough against the wall, he'd knock himself out and he'd be able to rest. However, that would result in a concussion and he couldn't risk that.

What the hell did he need to do to have one night of peaceful sleep? Who did he have to sacrifice? What chant did he have to perform?

The lack of sleep was making him very unpleasant, which was starting to affect his everyday life. Snapping at his costumers at the store he worked at wouldn't win him any points with his boss.

Groaning, he got up and stomped over to his window. Maybe, he was exaggerating, but it felt like just for a moment the blood flowing in his veins froze.

Once again he lost control of his breathing as he stared up at the moon. His was mind was making a mountain out of a mole hill.

He was filled with fear as the moonlight washed over him. It was hard to convince himself that this was reality and he wasn't stuck in his nightmare.

It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to tear himself away from the window. Within a few seconds he had made it to his bed, throwing the covers over his head.

Feeling such fear was foolish. Yet, his body was trembling and it seemed like he had lost control. At that moment all he knew was fear.

Naruto pulled the covers tightly around him, willing himself to regain a stable state of mind. All he needed to do was think of something else.

It was easier said than done. Every thought somehow led back to his reoccurring nightmare. If this continued he would really go insane.

Shakily, he got to his feet and forced himself to move as quickly as possible. Naruto threw open the door and made his way towards Iruka's bed.

It was empty, but maybe a change of scenery would calm him down. Grabbing a pillow, he wrapped his arms around it, making sure to inhale Iruka's scent.

The panic ebbed away with each inhale. Iruka had always made him feel safe and loved. It was a feeling he couldn't get enough of.

Curling tightly around Iruka's pillow, he slowly drifted off into what he hoped was a peaceful sleep.

SASUNARU

How much longer would he need to wait? In fact how long had he been waiting? If he waited any longer, his pack would cease to exist.

Questioning the mother moon was risky and if he died, his pack would not survive. It wasn't as if they were thriving with him as Alpha.

The thought made him bitter. He was a failure as Alpha. How could he expect his pack to depend on him when he couldn't revive the pack on his own?

How could the mother moon expect him to work together with a human to revive the once powerful Uchiha Pack? Had she forgotten that it was a human that led them to the edge of extinction?

It wasn't his place to demand the answer he wanted. Insulting the deity that gave him power would have severe consequences.

She had spoken through the Elder witch, Tsunade, and he had no choice but to believe her words. After all Tsunade had never lead them astray. She was loyal to the Uchiha Pack alone.

That should have been enough to convince him to be patient, but he wasn't someone who enjoyed waiting for what he wanted.

Help from a human wasn't ideal. However, if it meant reviving his pack, he would make the sacrifice. Somehow he would squander his hate for the pathetic species.

Having those thoughts in his mind was riling him up. The urge to destroy everything in sight was too strong. He needed an outlet or he would cause an even greater strain on his pack.

Sitting up, he didn't bother getting dressed. Every member of his pack had seen him naked one time or the other. Only humans made a fuss over such a natural state.

"Sasuke, where are you going?" His hand twitched slightly. The urge to choke and mangle was slowly over taking him.

"Get out." It was a command. If she protested, he wasn't sure if she would live to see the sun rise.

Lucky for her, she obeyed. The lack of her presence was almost soothing, but it wasn't enough to ease his anger.

Every day he was more on edge. Tsunade had said he had to wait on a sign, but she hadn't elaborated.

He was tired of waiting for her to give him a sign! Time was running out and every nightmare since childhood seemed like it would come true.

Everything was irritating him tonight. Her voice alone had been enough to rile him up to the point where he wanted to shed blood.

Maybe, it would be best to run through the night. The stench of sex and the female was probably adding to his bad mood.

Sasuke couldn't quite recall the last time sex had been enjoyable. Recently he had been using it as a stress reliever, but now it seemed to be having the opposite effect.

Once he regained some control over his anger, he'd have to have a little chat with his pack mate. They knew better than to spend the night in his bed.

If there was one thing humans did right, it was the no strings attached sex. Sasuke had no time or desire for a relationship. He was far too focused on restoring power to his father's pack.

According to Tsunade he was destined for someone. It had a direct message from the mother moon. Finding another mate would only anger the mother moon.

Throwing open his window, he jumped out landing gracefully on the grass. Looking up, he noted that the moon was shinning down over him and the pack house.

Sasuke walked closer towards the light, basking in it. Slowly, his anger began to fade. Standing in the moonlight always seemed to put him in a somewhat decent mood.

It was risky, foolish in fact, but he slowly titled his head towards the moon.

"Where is my sign?"

His fist clenched when no answer was given. Anger bubbled inside him as he glared up at the moon. Had he asked a difficult question? Was this some sort of punishment?

Sasuke stilled as a gush of wind surrounded him, howling filled his ears.

"Be patient." It was barely a whisper, but his hearing was better than most.

That wasn't the answer he had wanted and it only caused his anger to heighten. Was it her intention to make his entire pack suffer?

The wind became harsher and the rays from the moon shining down on him started to burn. He knew she could sense his anger. Was this a warning that he was over stepping boundaries?

"Soon, you will be reunited." The wind stopped abruptly and thick clouds hid the moon.

What the actual fuck did that mean? Sasuke didn't know who the hell the human was so how could they be reunited?

It wasn't as if he took the time to mingle and make friends with the species. Wouldn't it be an insult to his parents to interact with them?

Tomorrow, he would demand some answers from Tsunade. As for now, he needed to deal with his blood lust; it was taking control of his mind.

Sasuke dashed towards the forest, enjoying the crunch of leaves and twigs under his feet. The cold air against his body seemed to cool the fire in his veins.

It was almost a miracle that he hadn't begun to see red. He had always been horrible at controlling his blood lust.

As a child and even into adulthood, he has been incredibly angry. However, it had been worse when he was younger.

The memories were vague, but he had been informed that he would go on rampages destroying almost everything in sight.

As he grew, he found various ways to control it. As of lately, the only method that actually helped was running.

The reason for this wasn't something that he liked to admit, but he wouldn't be able to hide it for long. Sasuke was frightened of failing and shaming his parents.

As an Alpha he wasn't allowed to show weakness and fear was the greatest weakness. How could he face his pack if they knew his weakness?

Sasuke increased his pace, unconcerned that his feet were bleeding. He needed to stop thinking or he would lose control.

Maybe, he would never be able to fully control his blood lust because they would be him accepting failure. If he accepted that, the Uchiha Pack would be wiped out.

He wasn't sure if he should be irritated or thankful. The moon revealed itself, rays covering his body.

"Be patient, my child." Sasuke found it odd that she had spoken to him several times that night. The only one she really spoke to was Tsunade.

"I have to save my pack," he couldn't keep the anger out of his voice. He had to be careful with his tone or he might never get the answer he wanted.

"You will be reunited soon." Was she purposefully pissing him off? Sasuke refused to participate in the conversation that would only result in him succumbing to his anger.

It was best that he ran until he passed out. Maybe, then he wouldn't think of the unpleasant future that awaited the Uchiha Pack.