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 3:

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-Itachi's POV-

His scent is intoxicating. The way he breathes underneath me, the way his chest rises up and down, brushing against my skin, making it undeniable. I want him. Badly. What is he doing to me?

Stupid little… beautifully poisonous whore.

He struggles a bit in my hold, seeming uncomfortable in my grasp. I let go of his hands, as he instantly wraps them around my back, digging his nails into my skin. Not being able to suppress it, I let out a long hiss, a breath away from his face. He smirks at me, his eyes pure passion with a glint of a masochistic shine, as he draws his hand back and brings it to his lips.

I see him lick his slender finger, tasting it whole, smearing my blood all over his pale lips. I'm unable to suppress the fierce shiver that consumes me whole, such a passionate sight before my eyes.

I smirk and purr at him, completely amazed by his tasty actions. He surprises me again, this time by wrapping his long legs around me, forcefully grinding our bodies together. My eyes widen from his sudden movement. 'Where the hell is his strength coming from...?'

Not bothering to fight his full-body grip on me, I use the chance to run my hands up his pale tights, riding his coat up as far as possible. He growls at my touch, gripping me with his legs even tighter and I can't help but moan out as our groins touch. I feel his hand twirl in my hair and he pulls me forward, crushing our lips together.

The way his lips feel like - I don't think words could explain. Intoxicatingly sweet and soft, they make me want to bite down on them when they touch mine. They are edible.

This beautiful whore underneath me... is edible.

And he's driving me insane. I dig my nails into the porcelain skin of his left thigh, loosing my senses at the sound he makes... His scent makes me loose control, my animalistic nature taking over me.

As I sense warm blood pour over my hand, I realize I've forgotten... he's not a vampire... I'm hurting him.

He hisses, our lips still brushing. I draw my tongue out and lick his lip, begging for entrance. He hesitates with opening his mouth for me. 'You should know better than to tease me...'

Once again, I dig my nails in the same spot, feeling his hot blood all over my hand. His mouth opens as he screams in pain, and I push my tongue into his lovely cavern. Tasting him whole, I slide my tongue even deeper, as he tries to push me away, but fails.

Never offer yourself to a vampire...

Delicate. One word that could explain the way he tastes. Even though, that wouldn't be enough. I savor every bit of exploring his hot mouth, tasting even the remains of my own blood. He moans in my mouth, not even resisting it anymore, just letting me ravage his edible mouth. And now he's having a hard time breathing. Hn. Humans...

...unless you plan to give yourself whole.

I pull back from the sweet poison, and take a look. This is something I want to remember. Little moments like these, make all these years of surviving worthwhile.

And he's beautiful. His eyes are shut, his eyelashes thick and heavy...His mouth parted, lips swollen. Did I exhaust him already?...Thought he was a whore. You'd figure he's used to this.

Am I wrong? ...Maybe he's just not used to vampires.

What do I care. I shake myself mentally. He'll survive.

I close the distance between us again. Supporting myself with my hands, leaving some space for the poor thing to breathe, I lean down and start trailing kisses down his gorgeous neck. He moves his head a bit, giving me more space to play with... until he recovers, I suppose. Hah. Am I too much for him…?

We didn't even start anything.

I can smell him, all over the air. The seductive scent of his blood is very strong; I've never sensed something like this before...

Or am I hallucinating...? Playing around for so long made me really horny. Guess, hallucinating sounds possible.

Oh well. He amuses me with his little sounds and heavy breathing, as I keep on teasing him with my feather touches. But something's wrong... he's too calm. My eyes jump wide open as something cold breaks the burning atmosphere. And the next thing I knew would happen... In an instant, I grab his wrist, stopping his hand.

Inches away.

"You underestimate me." I purr at him, lowering my voice on purpose, even thought I am majorly disappointed.

See why I hate hookers...?

I get up, saddened as the warmth of his body separates from mine. I turn his hand in mine, twisting his wrist. Not by purpose, but pure amusement. I take a closer look at the dagger; such nice details carved into the handle...This thing looks familiar. I swear I've lost mine... 18 years ago. Thought it was unique. Whatever.

He still glares at me, eyes widened - fear and shock - it's obvious, without even reading his mind... Humans.

He moves underneath me, planning to attack again. I grab his neck with my right hand, forcefully pinning him down to bed, still holding his right one by his wrist.

Now he can't move.

This is why the room felt weird in the first place... Just how many did he slay here... Right on this bed, I wonder.

"A vampire hunter, I see..." I purr at him, leaning my head from side to side, in a scolding manner. "Just how well prized is my head, I wonder."

He tries to say something, but gets stopped with my finger on his lips. I take the dagger from his hand, as his eyes widen in shock. 'Is he that weak..? Or am I just so much stronger, than the rest he's been slaying?'

I move my face back to his, slowly closing the distance. He glares at me, his pride keeping him in place. "Such a shame, you know." I whisper at him, teasingly. "I still admire your beauty." I purr at him, licking my lips.

He frowns and starts struggling. "You disgust me." He growls.

I smirk at him. "You get a compliment from a vampire, and this is what you do?" I can't help but chuckle. "Kitten, you should behave yourself before I change my mind."

He gasps when I move my left hand. I leave the dagger on the cupboard, getting up from the bed and picking up my shirt. I feel more than just disappointed at the way things turned out tonight... Nobody amuses me lately. And now when I find someone interesting, his only interest is taking my head off my shoulders.

I start walking towards the door. I swear I could just feel my body sigh. Great... now I'll think about it for the whole night... or more. Stupid insomnia. I tense up as I hear something behind me, and turn around just at the right second.

Underestimating me again... I grab his wrist and turn us both around, pinning him to the wall with my body. "Do you really want to die that much?!" I yell in his face, as he keeps on struggling. Can't believe this. I spare his life and yet he keeps on pushing. Why is he into this so much?

"Why won't you just die, you despicable fuck?!" He screams in my face, pissed. He keeps on struggling, his strength... too much for a human.

Way out of human... I think to my self as I feel a sharp pain, my head flying sideways from the hit. I don't hesitate for a second, it's getting obvious, he won't let me walk away... And if I don't kill this thing, it'll kill me.

Sure, he can slap, I think to myself, as I brush my hair out of my eyes. But can he top this…?

I pull him off the wall by his hair and hit him with the back of my hand. The blow sends him flying, and he hits his head.

"See what you made me do now?" I growl, more to myself than him.

I get dressed and walk out of the room, as he just lies on the floor... Unconscious or not... I couldn't care less at the moment.

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-Sasuke's POV-

Everything is happening so fast, it's like a blur. I don't remember ever taking on a vampire this strong before. Itachi is much, imuch/i more powerful than I had anticipated.

I could tell something was about to happen, just as I brought the dagger in for the final blow... He stopped me. Something that's never happened before. They never see it coming. All of my victims are as carefully chosen as theirs. It's never by random chance. After all, I have many less years than they do. I can't afford to take a chance at losing my life. I didn't think this was such a big risk. I was wrong.

Now I can't see, the room is swirling from where the bastard knocked my head into the wall. I had expected him to be much more violent than this…

'Hn. Strange.'

I know I need to get out of here. There is no time to think about it right now. My boss will understand if I leave. After all, that was my last dance of the night, anyway… But at this point, I really don't give a damn if I lose my job or not. I have no way of knowing if that vampire will be back, with his friends for backup.

I make my way to the back door, glancing over my shoulder the whole time to make sure I'm not being followed. I don't see anyone, so I think it's okay.

Stumbling out the door, into the alley behind the club, I still feel dizzy. I am understandably shaken from what just happened. I mean, who wouldn't be a little edgy after an encounter with a vampire? But I'm sure I'll be fine, soon.

'I'll just head home from here, and– What the hell was that?'

I hear footsteps coming my way. They're ominous, getting steadily closer and closer. Then they get faster, the steps coming closer together as the person approaches. Then I smell it… I know that scent; the scent of a vampire. This one doesn't strike me the same way as Itachi.

He has the same blood red eyes, and shocking black hair as my target. 'Maybe they're related…?' A vague thought breaks through the cloudy haze that is currently my mind.

Before the creature gets too close to me, he stops. His eyes glowing in the darkness, I can feel them piercing through, straight to my soul. And I know what he wants… There is no longer any doubt that he can smell the strong scent of blood from where Itachi scratched me earlier. I'm only human, after all, and even I can smell it.

I see him lick his lips hungrily. 'Oh shit.'

"Hmm…" He groans. "Well, well… What do we have here?" His tone is dark and sinister. He is every bit the monster that storybooks make them out to be. This one is a predator, for sure.

Faster than I can blink, he's on me; his hands around my neck. He slams me toward the wall, and I brace myself for an impact that never comes. He is being surprisingly gentle with me. Now he's just staring into my face. It annoys me.

"You son of a bitch," I rasp, struggling to talk around the hand that's relentlessly squeezing my throat. "You can't hurt me… Can't do anything that hasn't been done already. Don't bother being gentle with me. Why don't you-"

He cuts off my airway, halting my words, and I don't struggle. I already know it's useless. Vampires take sick pleasure from toying with their victims. It's more fun if they struggle, and scream. By not moving, not reacting to any of his silent intimidation, I am being defiant. And he knows it…

"I don't like to bruise my forbidden fruit," I cringe as he licks my neck, his tongue making a light circle around my jugular. "Before I taste it…"

I close my eyes, getting ready to fight back. I'll have to… I feel his fangs digging into my skin, pressing and pressing, until-

"What the hell's going on? Madara?"

…That must be his name. I hear a voice shout, and his grip on me tightens even more.

I can't fight it any longer, and as the panic sets in, I feel my legs kick out at him. I start to struggle. It's useless, and he's dodging every single attack I throw at him. When nothing else works, I spit in his face. He growls his displeasure at me, before punching me in the stomach.

It feels like I'm going to throw up, but I'm gasping for air at the same time. This isn't how I wanted to die… Not at the hands of these disgusting… creatures.

"I was on my way to Itachi's party," Madara tells the other one, who cocks his head to one side, listening. "And this one just smelled so very… tempting." He licks his lips again.

And I recognize the other vampire now… He was with Itachi; one of his friends, I think. That's right, I read a file on him too. His name is Izuna. I'd recognize his unique blue-black eyes and hair anywhere. He reminds me of myself, in a lot of ways.

"Don't waste your time with the likes of him," Izuna's glare falls on me. It's as if he cannot stand to see this other vamp touching me.

I smirk then, knowing this is my chance. He's jealous. It's so painfully obvious. As a dancer, I've seen this kind of look many times before. Countless faces, watching someone they care about be seduced by me. I love the feeling I get from it… But this time is different. This time I don't want to be the one being envied.

"But he smelled so good…" Madara bares his fangs again, as if he is getting ready to take a bite, and I wince for a pain that doesn't come… At least, not yet. "I just want a little taste… Nothing wrong with that."

Izuna's jaw drops. Hn. Perfect… He can't stand to see the way Madara is looking at me. I don't know how they know each other, and I don't care. At the moment, all I want to do is escape.

The one holding me is watching him out of the corner of his eye. I only manage to get a glimpse of eye contact with this Madara person, and it's enough to make my blood run cold. I know I will only have one chance to escape, and I'll have to take it when it comes.

"You should at least have the manners to share…" Izuna purrs.

Madara just smiles evilly back at him, and watches him, contemplating his words and watching his movements as he approaches.

This is bad! If I don't do something, I'll have two vampires feeding on me instead of one! He's looking away. Now is my only chance… When a sharp surge of adrenaline hits me, I lash out at him, raking my nails across his face. It's all I can do at the moment, and I'm not exactly thinking my actions through. But it worked. He didn't expect it, and I caught him off guard.

This time when I kick him, it hits him between his legs. Madara goes down, allowing me to wrench myself out of his cold grasp.

And the next thing I know, I'm on my feet and running.

"Stop!"

I think it was Izuna who yelled, but he's too concerned with his fallen friend to do anything to me. I almost make it to the end of the alley, when I feel a cold wind hit my back. And I'm tackled to the ground.

"He's not worth the trouble!" The vampire called Madara snarls in my face, effectively trapping me with his weight.

'Damn.' I try to push him off. 'He recovers quickly.'

That is when I hear the grim words from Izuna. "…Kill him."

This is serious now. Madara draws back to hit me, and there is nothing I can do. Izuna approaches and holds both my arms, yanking me to my feet. Fists cover me with bruises and nails leave angry red marks on my skin. Madara moves fast, even when he's hitting me. It feels like my guts are going to come out my mouth, and I realize that I'm puking up blood. Gross.

Now I'm regretting even trying to escape in the first place. Being bitten and maybe even dying would be better than this. He isn't dealing any life-threatening blows, but I'm sure I will have serious injuries by the time this is over.

And it's over before I know it. I'm barely conscious and not even sure if I heard them leaving or not. Someone else is walking up… I don't know who it is, and I don't care at this point… My world is spinning, and I'm being consumed by darkness. I think I can sense someone else coming near me, but… I'm not sure what happened…

'Where… where did… they…'

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