Poisonous Disrespect
A collaboration by Victimofadr3am and Kaline Reine
Disclaimer: We don't own the Naruto series, it belongs to Kishimoto-sama.
WARNINGS!: Incest (even though they aren't actually brothers in this one), yaoi, vampires, blood, gore, violence… And anything else we didn't think of. XD Don't read it if you don't like it.
Chapter 2:
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-Sasuke's POV-
I feel the way he's looking at me. It's so powerful, so poisonous…
As my body slides down the pole, I see him licking his lips. But when he catches me looking, he turns away and acts as if nothing happened. He's trying to disregard me; ignore me. He doesn't realize that will never work with me.
I see him glance at me out of the corner of his eye, as I remove my leather jacket, pausing to run my hands over my chest. I toss it to someone in the crowd, and they go wild. Next to come off are the pants, and he's staring now… The only thing I'm wearing is a small black leather thong and the boots I had on earlier.
I continue with my sensual act. The crowd is eating it up. But I notice he is looking away again… Jerk.
I decide to take a somewhat more bold approach. It's time to bring out the good stuff now. I slip off the pole, and make my way through the crowd, to where he is. I have to slap away the hands that try to grope me, as I pass. Tch. They're all just losers. None of them are what I want. My only goal is to kill. If any of these men knew that, they wouldn't be so eager to touch me.
…Not that this man will be allowed to touch me either… The rules of this club make that very clear.
I already know his name. Itachi… And I know today is his birthday. He's turning 289 tonight, if I'm not mistaken. That was what I was told, anyway. Just from looking at him, I'd never believe it. His beautiful, pale skin… The way his hair hangs in his face, and makes him look so mysterious…
'What am I thinking?!' I reprimand myself. 'This guy isn't beautiful. He's everything that I hate!'
His eyes fix on me once more, as I move across the room, toward him. I wonder if he can sense that he is my goal… He won't find anything out from reading my mind. I have enough experience with vampires to know how to blank out my thoughts. I just… think nothing. I let instinct take over, entirely. That is what it takes to be both a dancer, and a killer.
Before either one of us knows what is happening, my legs are straddling his hips. Like an invisible force, we are pulled toward one another. There is nothing that can stop it from happening now. I'm running on pure instinct, alone. Each moment that happens is instantaneous, and unpredictable. I feel wild; feral even. My fierce nature is starting to come out. And it thrills me, every time. I get such a rush, such a high from this…
He raises a hand to try and push me off of him, but I just smile, and point to the sign on the wall. 'Touching the dancers is strictly prohibited by law…' and there is a bunch of legal jargon under it.
Hah. He can't even touch me, to push me off of him.
He turns to me, with a glare distorting his lovely features… But my body has already begun to move on it's own. I try to only think about what I am doing right now, and not my future goal.
I think it's slightly odd that he still hasn't spoken to me yet. He doesn't seem to know what to do with himself, as I begin moving my body in his lap. I grind myself against him, working my hips to please anyone who happens to be looking. I turn around, to see all of his friends staring.
'I wonder what their problem is?' I think, not caring if they hear me or not, but I keep going. Some of them are looking the other way now.
I lean closer to him. My hands drift over his chest, until I reach the buttons on his silk shirt. The red fabric beneath my hands reminds me of blood… His blood. And I want it; to see it spilled by my hand. I wonder if he wants my blood too. Hn. That's a stupid question. He is a vampire, of course he does.
Finally, he opens his mouth to speak. "What are you… doing?" He sounds hesitant, like he doesn't know what to say.
He's already struggling with himself. Am I really affecting him this badly? I continue to undo his buttons.
"You, if you're lucky…" I smirk. "Birthday boy."
As if in answerance, he shifts in his seat. His groin bumps against mine, and I feel… Oh god, what has he done to me?! I'm feeling excited too…
"Don't call me boy. I'm a man," He whispers, only a breath away from my lips. And now he growls… "You whore."
A man… Yeah right. It's obvious he's a vampire. And as far as I'm concerned, that doesn't even count as human.
"What are you gonna do about it?"
Obviously nothing. He can't even touch me. And he ignores my question. I smirk even wider, knowing I've won. I can feel his arms around me, but they aren't touching me yet. He's fighting the temptation, I can feel it. As I finish my sentence, I move even closer to him, licking his cheek. I can tell from the way he gasps that he wasn't expecting that.
At last, his chest is bare to me, and I can't help but rake my nails over it. I sit down on his lap, so I can have a better view. I'm still swaying to the music… I really know how to work it, when I want to. He was trying to ignore me at first, but now he's doing nothing but watching me. His eyes are fixated on me, and he's ignoring everything that's going on around him.
"I don't have any money…"
I almost laugh, but I manage to restrain myself. …As if money would make any difference right now. Then again, I know he is lying. A powerful Vampire Lord like him has to be loaded. I know he's just trying to get me to leave him alone.
"Lap dances are free on your birthday," I smirk, knowing I've got him now. "And if you go in the other room with me, I'll show you a really good time…"
"Hm, I might…" He purrs.
I'm slowly peeling away his shirt, to reveal more skin. And I'm tempted to reach for his pants, but I don't want to embarrass him in front of his friends… I feel something touch my back, then drift down to my ass, and I realize it's his hand. Quickly looking around to see if anyone is watching, I leave it there for a minute, letting him have his fun. But I have to slap his hand away. If management sees that, they'll throw him out. And I can't have that.
Over the pulse of the music, I could have sworn I heard him growl at me when I removed his hand… I smile at him.
"Mmm…" I tilt my head back, slowly getting more intimate with him. "Come with me to the back." It was hardly a question.
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-Itachi's POV-
"Do I get my birthday present…?" I purr at him, moving my head back to lock our gazes.
He smirks at me again, dragging his neat nails up and down my chest. "I am your birthday present."
Not saying a word more, he gets up from my lap, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with him. I can hear Kakashi chuckle and I frown as people stare at us, checking him out as if he were some kind of a vase or something... My eyes jump wide open as I realize they are staring at me, too. All I see is his back... Wait, what is his name? I can't believe he distracted me that hard with his delicious body, that I didn't even try to read his mind.
I hear catcalls and a whole bunch of other, animalistic sounds as we walk across the room...and I swear, a guy just winked at me.
'I have to stop looking in their eyes…' I shake my head as I get terrible mental images.
We enter a hall and I tense up a bit when we reach the door, and see his lips mumble a 'don't interrupt us' to the door guard. He turns his head to me and smirks, pulling my hand and guiding me into the room.
I sense creeps all over me, as I look around the room... something's weird about it. Not the room itself, but the feel of it. He closes the door behind us, and starts walking towards the other side of the room, swaying his hips sensually with each step... Mhm... I lick my lips. 'Happy birthday to me.'
The room is quite small, with no windows or mirrors on the wall. The walls are crimson red, and the floor made of dark wood, giving the place a dimmed look. There's a large bed in the middle, with red silky sheets and several pillows.
He steals my attention as I hear a rustling sound and see him taking his boots off, then browsing through a cupboard. 'So, he has his own room…?' Pulling something red and silky from it, he gets up and turns around. He puts the red coat on, leaving it open. Our eyes meet and he smirks at me, sitting on the bed and motioning his finger for me to get closer.
'Hn.' I smirk at him... I take my time with walking towards him, lingering to take a better look at his sprawled pale legs. For a boy, he sure has nice legs... In fact, they are feminine and just... plain attractive.
I sit on the edge of the bed, as he smirks at me and lies down on the bed, looking rather... amused.
Not being able to resist the temptation, nor wanting to, I reach for his leg and slowly drag a line with my finger. Ghostly, barely touching him... but still, it raises goosebumps on his pale skin. "Where's the bow?" I tease him, lowering my voice. I want to unwrap my present.
He chuckles, sitting up, and mumbles. "Find it yourself." The way my eyes close on their own from the tone of his voice, makes me want to pin him on the bed and eat him alive.
'Not yet.' I think to myself, as he wraps his slender legs around my waist and straddles me, making himself comfortable in my lap.
"Is that an order...?" I purr in his ear, reaching out and putting my arms around him. 'He's inviting me to play with his gorgeous body. Should I accept it...?'
Saying nothing, he licks my ear and purrs on it, twirling his hand in my hair, the other on my back. The closeness of our bodies and the sweet smell of his blood are making the sweetest scent a human could possibly have... But then again... Why would such a beautiful human boy work as a hooker...? I don't think money is the case, seeing as he's 'doing' me for free.
He doesn't hesitate at pulling my shirt down all the way, and throwing it aside. Instantly, he starts dragging his hands up and down my back, lightly scratching me with his nails. He stops and lets out a sexy hiss, as he traces the tattoo on my left arm with his slender fingers.
I smile at him, reaching my hand out and lifting his chin to lock our gazes. "You like tattoos... Sasuke?" I mumble in a teasing tone, our lips barely inches apart.
Surprised at the mention of his 'name', he widens his black eyes in shock, and then smiles at me. It's a beautiful name, but I'm sure he's not fond of me knowing it. Not waiting for him to say anything, since I already know the answer in the first place, I move my hand from his chin to the left side of his neck, mumbling... "I could give you one... right here." Smirking at him, I touch the delicate skin of his neck. He tenses up, suppressing the shiver. 'Why bother..? You're gonna be mine, anyway.'
He ignores my offer, grinding his body against mine, instead. I move my hand to his hips, reaching under the silky coat, touching his waist with feather touches. Licking my lips, I twirl my other hand in his raven hair, loosing my sanity for a moment from the softness of it. Staring at his beautiful lips... I feel my mouth start to water, and can't wait anymore... I pull him closer, crushing our lips together.
His hands slowly drift from my back to wrap themselves around my neck, as I start parting my mouth slowly. He reacts in instant, and lets me push my tongue into his mouth, letting out a soft moan but trying to suppress it. My grip on his hair gets rougher, as I push my tongue deeper into his hot mouth and deepen the kiss. Exploring his mouth, I lose myself in his taste... He's delicious.
Barely moving away from his face, I break the kiss and start trailing soft pecks from his chin to his neck, tightening the grip on his erotic hip. He throws his head back as I work my tongue on his beautiful neck, lightly sucking and nibbling on it. I barely control myself not to drain him, as my teeth throb heavily in my head. I sense his hand taking a tight grip of my hair as I linger at a certain spot of the smooth skin, preparing myself to taste the sweet juice of his being.
His grip tightens and he growls out a choked 'no' as I bit down on his neck, breaking the skin smoothly. His whole body spasms and I hold him tighter, as he struggles against my hold, slowly losing his strength. Sweet blood finally pours out to me and I suppress a shiver at the exotic taste of it, sucking his soul straight out.
His lips let out a soft moan, yet I know he's trying to fight the pleasure storming through his body. It's undeniable, he can't neglect it. 'He can't neglect me,' I think to myself, as I slowly start hearing his pants. He moves his other hand and digs his nails into my shoulder, lightly, since he has no strength. I growl at the feel of it, removing my mouth from the sweet fountain, my teeth hurting from the loss.
I lick the blood off his neck, tracing the little droplet that went down his shoulder with my tongue, closing my eyes at the taste of it. The puncture wounds on his neck start healing in instant. I suppress the chuckle that threatens to escape my lips as realization hits me... "I'm your first." I tease him, lowering my voice.
It's always a thrill for a vampire to drink someone's blood first... Especially when 'the someone' is this beautiful, I think to myself, smirking.
He lies on the bed, panting and shivering, sprawling himself down to catch some strength. His eyes are closed, his cheeks beautifully flushed, and I can't help but chuckle as he mumbles a barely audible 'fuck you.'
I laugh, not being able to resist the beautiful pouty face and lay on top of him, pinning his hands above his head. "Don't be impatient." I purr at him.
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Author Notes:
Nothing much to say, the system is still the same; Kaline writes Sasuke's POV, I write Itachi's.
Enjoy.
-Victimofadr3am
