Happy new year! I'm on a roll here, wrote this piece in one go, hope you enjoy it!
Shutting the door behind him, Kakashi let out a deep breath and leaned against the steel frame. His neck was pulsing, a burning sensation spreading through his neck. How long had it been since he felt this feeling? He wasn't sure. Years, many years had passed since then. Possibly longer than this young Uchiha vampire had lived, although there was no way for him to be sure of that since vampires didn't age as humans did. For all he knew, the boy could be well over two hundred years old, and still, look no older than 19 or so.
He shivered as he remembered the desperate moans and movements of the pale-skinned youth, the delicious gasps, the way the young one had clung to him, the way he had been allowed to dominate the other. Another shiver ran through his body at the memory of how the fangs had pierced his skin, remembering how those soft lips had nursed on his neck, drawing his blood out, the way his head had been thrown back in his feeding and sexual ecstasy.
Sensing a small movement to his right side, the silver-haired man opened his eyes and looked at the man beside him. Stealthy as always, Genma was indeed an excellent hunter.
"You look like shit, Kakashi. I can't believe you let him bite you." Kakashi shrugged at hearing those words and all their hidden questions. He had a feeling that Genma wouldn't bring up the other things that had happened in that cell, considering the fact that there was quite the obvious wet spot in the front of the man's pants, and considering how satisfied the man looked, Kakashi was quite sure that Raido had been practicing some of his artistic skills on Genma, not more than a few minutes ago.
"You sure you're alright man?" Kakashi shrugged again and considered the question with a little more sober mind. The raven-haired vampire hadn't drained him dry, in fact, he had thought that the young one would drink a bit more than he had. At the moment all he felt was the pain throbbing in his neck and a slight dizzy headache.
"Yeah, I'm alright. He didn't drink that much, I'm just tired."
For a few moments, the silence held, both men considering the other, adapting to their new situation.
"You know you must explain to the council what's going on with you and that young vamp, right?"
Kakashi groaned but nodded.
"Yeah, I know."
And just like that, they had said all the things they needed to say. Both men, almost simultaneously, gave a shrug and pushed away from the wall and door. They walked down the corridor together, neither one needing to say much more than had already been said.
Being friends for so many years Genma hadn't questioned the loyalty of the other man or questioned his intentions, merely showed concern for his well being. Being hunters they lived in the moment, and even if he wasn't sure what was going on with his friend, Genma could see that the silver-haired man was alive and so far at least, in control of the situation.
Watching his longtime friend go at it with that blindfolded young vampire had been one of the sexiest things Genma had seen in a very long time. Raido had gone down on him almost immediately, and he had never been so happy to be on surveillance duty as this night.
Only a few times over the years had he considered Kakashi in any sexual manner, but this night was a huge turn around on that matter. Even if he had wanted to, Genma wasn't sure if he could ever get rid of the images of Kakashi dominating, feeding and making that young Uchiha vampire come.
It had been insanely erotic, and he had gripped Raido's head tight with his hands and pushed deep into the velvet heat of the man's mouth as he came, his eyes never leaving the screen for a second, his orgasm leaving him panting and confused at the same time.
Walking side by side with his friend down through the compound he tried to arrange his thoughts as well as trying to hide his half-mast erection.
Sasuke woke up slowly, yawning, the warm feeling of having fed well humming inside his whole body. Testing his movements he realized that he was indeed strapped down again, lying on his back with his arms and legs spread. It wasn't really uncomfortable, the straps holding him down didn't hurt, but it did gnaw at his pride, to be so easily controlled like this, and even worse, to have fallen asleep to the point where he didn't notice this being done to him.
The mask of irritation and control was back on his face, and he couldn't help but pout.
So this is what would become of him. Strapped down and played with like some exotic zoo animal. The blanket that had been spread over him didn't really help his injured pride either, even if he was secretly happy to have some cover to keep him warm in the cool room.
With a deep sigh, he relaxed against his restraints. Memories of the hunter that had caught him flashed through his mind, despite his attempt to force them away. Maybe the man had a fetish, maybe he was some kind of perverted hunter who enjoyed keeping his catches alive.
Sasuke frowned deep. No, that didn't make sense. He was also confused as to how the man could have known his bloodline, known what ancient breed he belonged to, just by looking at him. It didn't make any sense, their breed wasn't known among hunters, they had been secret.
He tried to come up with all kinds of scenarios, but none of them made much sense. There were too many question marks, too many facts that he didn't know.
Thinking about the man, with the deep voice, with the warm hands, the strong flavor to his blood, the confident way he had handled Sasuke, the way he had let the raven feed on his own neck, all those things confused and made the raven haired youngster's heart race. His skin tingled at the memory of the man's hands on him, he licked his lips in memory of the warm and rich blood. And to his embarrassment, his dick very much remembered the first person to stroke it, the first person to make Sasuke come. With a groan, he felt his member swell and twitch, rising to full mast in a matter of minutes. In a wicked moment of self-torture, he couldn't help but wonder if the hunter was still in the room. It wasn't impossible, so far he hadn't been able to sense the man.
"Hunter...?" His quiet voice bounced off the walls. He licked his lips, expecting the man to reach out and stroke his chest again, to hear that voice again. The cell remained unanswered though, but even as the raven tried to relax, his mind was on edge even as he half slumbered away.
Tsunade leaned back in her chair while looking at Kakashi, sitting in the middle of the room on a chair. He looked relaxed, but she knew better. The man had worked as a hunter since he was a teen, the control of his expressions and chakra almost perfected.
He couldn't fool his leader though, and she crossed her arms as she took in his real emotions. He was focused, with a small streak of nervousness, waiting quietly for her order or reaction now that his report was complete. Exactly what part of this whole mess that had him nervous, she could only speculate. She did know, however, that he was certain of every part of the things he had reported. There was no hesitation in the man, not about this matter.
Yes, he had told them the story from his youth, a story they all knew already. His childhood friend, Obito, had been a born vampire, and Kakashi had been the first and only son from a great hunter nicknamed the White Fang. Obito's true identity had been unknown for the White Fang, and also for a while for Kakashi.
The two young boys had been the opposite of each other but had somehow against great odds become good friends.
The young boy named Obito, born of the Uchiha clan had with his dying breath gifted upon Kakashi part of his power, and one of his eyes, holding attacks and power so unique for that particular breed of vampire. Kakashi had survived the joining of those new powers into his body, and he had grown up into a fine young hunter, even if some frowned upon him for being what they called 'part vampire' or 'false vampire'. Men shunned him. Vampires shunned him as well.
He had walked a long and lonely path in his life. Twelve years ago, the mass slaughter had occurred. Even if the vampires had tried to hide it, there was no hiding it for Kakashi, who due to the part of him that carried that clans blood could feel their life force suddenly increase into a pulsing wave, just to fade away into a strange absence before the night was over.
He had laid in bed, struck by a sudden fever, mumbling and moaning about death and slaughter. There had been no doubt in his mind when he came out of it in the morning – the clan that his friend Obito had been born in had been wiped out during the night. In his mind where he had been able to distantly feel the creatures roaming just outside of his senses, there was now only silence. It felt as if a part of him was missing, and he had mourned them as if they had been his own blood kin.
And now, so many years later, he sat here before his leader and claimed that the vampire he had accidentally caught alive during the night was born from that clan. She was not unaware of what had happened in the cell where the vamp was being held. She had already seen the security tape of Kakashi feeding his own blood to the vampire, along with the other things that had transpired in that room.
The question now was what they should do about this whole ordeal.
There was no secret among the hunters that the vampires had their own ranking systems, some breeds and bloodlines more powerful and also more valuable than others. When the Uchiha breed was wiped out, it had thrown this system into a turmoil. The lesser clans, that would have been kept in line by the dominating stronger breeds, were now gaining territory and increasing in numbers. The hunters knew that there was a natural balance that needed to be kept and that this balance had been broken.
Kakashi had claimed, more than once during his report, that killing this young male Uchiha would be a mistake. That keeping him alive and trying to learn more about his breed would be the most beneficial move to make at this point. When they had gathered information from and about him, and possibly learned from him what had happened with his clan all those years ago, then he could be released again.
Hunters caring for and releasing a vampire was unheard of. They were called hunters because that was what they were, they hunted. But as any hunters their long term goal to care for the natural ecosystem and maintaining a balance, not to wipe out the vampires from the face of the planet.
Tsunade let out a wholehearted sigh and waved at Kakashi.
"I need to think this over in more detail. Go and tend for your young vampire. Try to get information from him if you can, and be aware of him trying to use tricks on you. If he is truly an Uchiha as you claim, then he is very strong. Don't underestimate his abilities, don't let your guard down."
Kakashi rose from the chair he had been sitting in and bowed before his leader.
"As you wish, my Lady." Tsunade snorted at the honorific.
"Don't get smart with me kid, you're not half the age for trying it."
She snorted again as she watched his smirk under that black mask as he left the room. The other council members were observing him as well, and she cursed the system she had become part of. Her orders could not be overruled by the council, but neither could she ignore their advice on many matters. It was a complicated relationship, and there were many days where she wished that it had been different.
Strolling back down through the corridors of the huge building Kakashi couldn't help but feel slightly pleased with himself. That meeting had gone a lot better than he had thought it would, and he actually felt that his leader had considered his suggestion to re-introduce the young Uchiha into the 'wild' population of vampires later on.
If the young male lived, if he survived, and later on had his own offspring, then it was possible for the clan to return. Certainly not within the next five hundred years or so, but sooner or later they could if he lived. Also, there was the chance of other survivors if this young one had lived.
By finding this young vampire, Kakashi felt as if he had found a piece of himself that had been lost for a long time. He couldn't deny that he was very attracted to the dark haired male. Maybe it was because of his young friend Obito from his childhood. Maybe it was because he had been lonely for too long. Or maybe the young vampire was simply his type.
Coming around the corner he noticed Genma leaning against the wall, and a voice in the back of Kakashi's head declared that his best friend had turned into a stalker, always waiting behind corners for the white-haired man to come along. He knew though, with a true sense of certainty, that his friend was simply showing his support and concern, and in a way, he felt flattered to have that kind of friendship with another hunter.
"I take it that the meeting went well then."
He shrugged as an answer. He honestly didn't know if it had, he just suspected it. Genma was nodding to himself, the words not spoken still heard between them. The man shifted a little and smirked.
"Are you going to need some...help...with your new pet?" There was no mistaking the unspoken words there if the bulge in the man's pants were anything to go by.
"Nah, that's fine. I'm pretty sure I can handle him." He walked past his friend, meeting the grin with one of his own.
"Uh huh...just let me know if you need a hand or two. I'm more than happy to help you out."
Kakashi stopped for a brief moment and looked at his friend over his shoulder.
"If I were you I would head up to the office and get as many work shifts in the security room as possible. I have a feeling it might get crowded up there in a not so distant future." Then he turned away and left his friend standing there with a shocked expression on his face. He had no doubt that the man would be in the office within a few minutes to do just that.
Sasuke tensed up, knowing this time that someone had entered the room, feeling some kind of change inside of it. He tried to focus his senses, but he couldn't pick anything up. He was almost certain that he could sense a heartbeat though, and soft breathing, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from. His dick was still hard, but it was the least of his worries. He needed to pee, and really bad at that.
"Hunter...?" What would he do if it wasn't the same man? As hard it was to admit it for him, he was helpless. He wouldn't be able to defend himself in this position.
"Yes, I'm here, little Uchiha." The familiar voice was almost soothing.
"I need to use the bathroom. Right now." He tried to sound determined. He tried so hard not to let any insecurity sneak its way into his voice. He wasn't sure how well he had succeeded, but just after he had finished that warm hand was back, stroking his chest on top of the blanket. It made him shiver, and he was suddenly glad for the piece of fabric being there for other reasons other than to keep him warm.
"Will you behave if I release you?" He turned his head towards the voice, the man was standing on his right side. Licking his lips he nodded, and a few moments after that the blanket was removed from his body and he could feel the man starting to undo the bindings around his legs. His cock twitched. It was then he could feel the cold air on his member, and he realized to his embarrassment and horror that he was, in fact, naked and that it must be the reason why the man had covered him with the blanket in the first place. He knew he was blushing, and he hated himself for it. Fearsome vampires did not blush. They did not get embarrassed by being naked.
When the hunter had removed the bindings holding his chest and arms down he sat up slowly, massaging his wrists, thinking. The hunter paused, and then took a hold of Sasuke's wrists and hands and examined them in his own, warm fingers rubbing into his skin.
"Were the bindings too tight?" Sasuke told himself over and over that there was no concern in that voice, that this was a hunter, who wanted him dead sooner or later.
"No, it's fine." he snarled, and pulled his hands and wrists back, glaring through the mask in the direction of the hunter, who simply chuckled at him.
"Alright princess, if you say so. Now, let's get you into the shower, you can relieve yourself there if you want. If you need to take a shit just tell me so, and I also brought some food along for you."
Sasuke snarled over the 'princess comment', but the other things sounded very nice. He had always been very strict with his hygiene, and right now he could kill to be able to get a shower. He felt dirty all over, and not just in some of the good ways.
The man guided him across the room with a hand on his shoulder, his skin tingling from the contact, goosebumps spreading across his skin, a shiver traveling down his spine.
The hunter made him stop after they had walked a short distance, and reached out, touching some kind of controls which started a shower close to them and then shifted, possibly feeling for the water to turn warm.
"Can you at least take of this eye mask?" The loss of eyesight was a pain, he wasn't used to suddenly be blind and it was making him feel helpless. The hunter snorted, and the gave a small, quiet laugh.
"So you can use your sharingan on me, maybe?" Sasuke's blood went cold. There was no way a hunter could know of the attributes of his bloodline. There should be no way, but over and over this hunter proved that he knew, and it was becoming more and more unsettling for the young vampire.
"How do you know about that?" He nearly hissed it out, his body tense, and he was for the first time beginning to seriously wonder who this man was. The man sighed and grabbed him with one hand on his left shoulder, and the other hand against his chest, and then pushed him into the now warm stream of water.
"Over here" and he grabbed Sasuke's hand and showed him a shelf on the wall. "there is shampoo, conditioner, and soap." Then his hands had retreated, the man vanishing into the room, melting into the air it seemed. Sasuke could no longer even sense his heartbeat due to the noise of the shower.
Was the man watching him? Where in the room had he gone? Sasuke didn't know, and he ducked his head in embarrassment and shame over the helpless feelings that invaded his mind. His hands worked as if on their own accord, using the soap to wash of his body, the feeling of getting clean and rubbing the bar of soap over his body refreshing, the feeling of rubbing shampoo into his hair and working his hair back from his face as he washed it out a pure delight, even if it was a pain in the ass to work around the blindfold and face mask bindings. Lovely as the shower was, he still cursed over them.
He was also very embarrassed by having to do this in front of someone else, in particular, a perverted hunter, but his need for hygiene was greater than his shame. That was something that could change though, he realized as his bladder was close to bursting with the build-up urine.
Groaning, and once again ducking his head, turning his back against the direction he thought that the man had gone, and then let his hands sneak their way up to his member. He was still hard, and he had to hold it firmly as he relieved himself, letting out a soft sigh as the pressure decreased, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
Kakashi had gone over to the bed when he left Sasuke on the other side of the small room, in the shower area in one of the corners, to take his shower and to relieve himself. If the raven haired young man had been attractive when he was sleeping peacefully, then he was drop dead gorgeous when he was awake, butt naked and taking a shower. Even as he felt like a complete pervert Kakashi was unable to take his eyes of the youngster as those hands rubbed the bar of soap all over his body, his dick bobbing softly with every movement, his skin gleaming in the dimmed light of the cell.
Kakashi could feel his hands twitch in the desire to simply walk over there and explore that slim body. His breath got stuck in his throat when the raven washed his hair, his head tilting back to rinse out the shampoo and later also the conditioner. He nearly groaned when he watched the myriad of feelings dance over the youngster as he turned around and relieved himself.
The subtle way those shoulders relaxed, the small sigh of relief, it was barely everything Kakashi could do from keeping himself from jumping the raven there and then.
Then there was the moment when the raven was done with his shower, and he stood there, blindfolded, muzzled with the mouth guard, and stood there lost as he didn't know what to do now. Water was dripping down from his hair, his pale and wet body glistening in the dim light.
Kakashi got up, his movement actually catching the attention of the youngster, his head turning in the direction of the hunter, trying to track his movement.
He could have simply have given the towel over to the raven, but Kakashi couldn't resist the temptation. He turned the shower of and walked up to the young man. It was clear now that the man, this young vampire, was tracking his movements, his head turning towards him, following him.
"Keep still now, and I'll towel you off." He didn't wait for permission but simply started to towel down the lithe body before him with firm strokes, starting from the shoulders. The vampire was no doubt young, but his body was strong and deadly. The warning from his leader had been justified, there was no way of telling how many lives this vampire had taken, and despite knowing this, or maybe because of it, Kakashi had a boner hard enough to stab someone with.
His hands found their way over the raven's body, stroking with the towel, exploring where they went, learning the location of any little scar or blemish, of which there wasn't many.
Sasuke, unaware of the internal conflict of his captor, did however now notice a smell from the man. It was lust, of that much he was certain. He had started noticing it when he was almost done with his shower, and as the man had moved through the room the hunter had failed to completely hide his sounds and movements, making it possible for Sasuke to locate him in the cell.
As the man came close, and while the man was toweling him down, he could not ignore the strong smell of lust around the man, the first smell or fragrance he had been able to pick up from this hunter. In a way, it made him nervous, for there was no denying that his life and safety was in the hands of this man, but in some ways, it made him proud, that he just by taking a shower had triggered such a strong reaction in the male.
A small voice in the back of his head teased him, wondering how far he could push the man, how strong he could make that smell. It made him feel powerful in a way he hadn't felt before.
As the man came to his front, those strong hands drying of his hair, he leaned in, placing his nose and head against the crock of the hunter's neck.
"You smell good when you're lusting." It felt awkward to say such a thing, and as the hunter's hands froze up, their bodies so close, their crotches now pressed together, Sasuke was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake with his approach. The warmth of the man was inviting, and the room felt colder now that his body was wet, so he leaned in, carefully, seeking that warmth.
His heart was hammering away in his chest, and yet he licked his lips, remembering how this man had controlled his body and given his blood, overloading the senses of the young vampire and making him come on the hunter's lap.
Those hands were moving now, draping the towel around his shoulders, that broad chest heaving with a sigh. The man moved his hands, grabbing the face of the vampire gently, and even if he could not see, the vampire knew that the man was studying him as he tilted the blindfolded and mouth guarded face slightly upwards.
"I can't feed you again today." Sasuke nodded slowly at hearing this.
"I'm not thirsty for blood." The hands were still holding his face, one of them tracking his jawline and mouth guard, following his neck down over the towel resting around his shoulder, and came to a stop just above his collarbone.
"Then what are you thirsty for, little one?" There was the unmistakable hint of lust in that voice, and a hint of playfulness as well.
Sasuke licked his lips but didn't answer. He honestly didn't know what to answer. He had never played this game before, it had never interested him. He had a faint idea of what he wanted, he wanted more of whatever had happened when the man had fed him blood and controlled him earlier, but he was uncertain how to voice this want.
The hand that had been resting against his collarbone started moving south, stroking his skin, passing over his nipples, making him shiver. He licked his lips again and moved just a little bit closer to the man. Now the other hand moved downwards, and he passively let it explore his skin and his body.
If Kakashi's mind had earlier been a turmoil then it was complete chaos now. The younger man was clearly giving him permission to explore his body and was responding nicely to his advances as well. Mental images of what this could lead to were bombarding his mind, making it hard for him to do much more than to give in to the impulses, one by one.
The comment the young vampire had given, about him smelling nice to the raven raced around in the back of his mind. He thought the young Uchiha smelled good as well, in fact, the young man smelled nothing short of amazing to the older male. Kakashi had always had a keen sense of smell, much better than most other hunters, and his nose did not lie to him now. The young vampire in his arms was excited and needy, and it was triggering him and making his own lust even worse. There was something hot about having the young vampire blindfolded, mouth guarded, helpless and needy, that was incredibly sexy for the hunter.
"Perhaps it is milk you want. Maybe it is a stray kitten I've picked up, and those always want more milk than one can spare."
The words found their way out of his mouth before his mind had completely registered the words as thoughts, the words spoken huskily and deep, in a voice Kakashi hardly recognized as his own. For a moment the young man in his arms seemed confused until Kakashi gently rubbed their crotches together. There was a short moment of realization in the youngster, those soft looking lips parting slightly behind the mouth guard, small panting breaths passing them by.
The raven sucked on his bottom lip, almost as in thought, and then swallowed, seeming slightly nervous.
"I wouldn't mind trying some milk..." They were both moving slightly against each other at this point, using all their senses to take each other in, the heat of their body increasing along with the playfulness and lust of the conversation.
Kakashi's hands moved around Sasuke, resting on his elbows, and then moving them both back through the room. Sasuke followed his lead, his own heartbeat loud in his ears.
He had never had any kind of sex with anyone before, and now he was about to lose his virginity to a hunter? A human? A hunter that had caught him, tied him up, controlled him and tempted him with that delicious smell of lust.
He tried to be angry at the man, to find the rage and anger he had felt in the alley when he was first captured, but he could not. All he found was an even deeper feeling of lust. This man was powerful. This man was strong and deadly, and Sasuke liked it. The feeling of the man's power fed straight into his own lust, fueling it, making it burn even stronger.
Kakashi guided Sasuke around until the raven could feel the edge of the bed against the back of his knees. As the hand on his shoulder prompted him to sit down, he let his body down on the soft mattress. The hands moved calmly, steadily, to the back of his head and started to remove the mouth guard. Once again Sasuke felt a little nervous, but as the mouth guard came off, and the hunter stroked his now bare cheek with one hand, his rough fingers stroking over his lips, and then dipping two of them into his mouth, Sasuke decided that he didn't have any spare time to feel nervous.
His breaths were coming out fast and shallow as he let his tongue explore the invading digits in his mouth. He knew that as far as sex went this was probably pretty mundane, but for him, right at that moment, it felt kinky and taboo. He was a vampire, and there was a human hunter, sticking fingers into his mouth.
He licked those fingers, tasting them, tasting the salty flavor of sweat, smelling the leather from the half finger gloves the man was wearing, along with several other flavors he could not classify, none of them tasting bad as he savored them all. The smell of lust from the man was strong now, insanely strong, his crotch must be so close to Sasuke's face.
Kakashi had been certain, absolutely certain, that it would take weeks if not more of training and taming to make this vampire trust him or obey him. Yet all it had taken was a shower, and him forgetting about masking his scent as it changed from his lust.
Watching the dark-haired young man suck so eagerly on his fingers was enough to make Kakashi's brain implode, or so it felt like. Pulling his fingers out from that wet cavern before any more of that erotic sight made him come prematurely, he stepped back a few steps, hand almost fumbling as he started to remove his clothing.
At first, when the hunter stepped back and pulled his fingers out from Sasuke's mouth, the youngster nearly panicked, thinking he must have done something wrong. A string of saliva hanging from his lips, from the hunter pulling out his fingers, and Sasuke raised his hand automatically to wipe it off like he would have if it had been blood.
He could hear rustling, and the unmistakable sound of clothing falling to the floor, and it made him lick his lips, his hard cock twitching in anticipation as the smell of the hunter, his real smell, filled the room along with the smell of his lust. Sasuke didn't really know what to expect, or what would happen next, but if it were anything like it had been during the feeding, then he didn't mind finding out.
"Little one...if you bite me now, I won't forgive you." The husky tone and the hint of lust were still present inside the voice, but it wasn't playful this time, it was serious. The next second Sasuke understood why, when the musky smell came close to his face, his hands reaching up and finding the man close to him, the smell of the hunters erect cock carrying a unique tang to it that Sasuke had not felt before.
His hands stroked the legs of the man, exploring the being in front of him instead of his eyes. The strong legs had hairs on them, but not as rough and plentiful as he had thought they would be. The muscles were firm, strong and very warm under his touch, and it nearly made him purr in the back of his throat. His hands moved upwards, until they found the crotch and hesitantly, he let them explore the very erect cock that was standing in a strong curve forward into the air, taking his time to feel the warmth and the veins of it.
This man, this hunter, was well hung. Not as thick around as he was long, but he was larger in both aspects than Sasuke, that he was sure of just by touching it.
Pausing for just a few seconds, Sasuke then guided the hard member to his mouth, hesitantly licking the head, lapping at it, taking in the flavor. He could hear the man hiss, hands coming up to the side of his head as if to guide him, but then staying there, leaving him to decide the pace and his actions on his own. He started an exploring set of motions, licking around the head at first, then down the shaft, his hands fondling the ball sack in fascination.
Since he couldn't see, all his exploration would have to be done by touch only. He worked his way back up along the shaft, and took the head into his mouth, trying to suck on it, drawing out some pre-cum that let him taste more of those flavors. It was salty and slightly acid in flavor, but at the same time, there was something there, a trace of some flavor that left Sasuke wanting more.
He started almost desperately to suck and lick, fondle and stroke the cock before him. He may never have even come close to an erect penis before, but right now he was doing his best at pleasing one, surprising himself at how much he liked it. Not once did the thought to bite down and draw blood cross his mind. Instead, there was something else, something he didn't quite know what it was, that he wanted.
"Oh yeah, that is good, so good little one, just like that." The hunter sounded out of breath, his legs and hands twitching every now and then, even his dick twitching.
Sasuke came to the conclusion that even though he didn't exactly know what he was doing, it seemed to be working just fine, and he increased his effort even further. He licked the underside of the shaft, sucking on it as he went down, and then up again. He sucked on the back of the head, dipped his tongue inside the slit, finding more of that strange flavor, that trace of something, and it made him moan. He took the head into his mouth and started sucking hard while moving his hands up and down the long hard organ, taking it deeper into his mouth with every stroke, until finally, he had it as deep as he dared to take it.
"Ah shit, little one, I'm close, I'm about to come." The hips of the hunter were twitching, his hands were holding onto his hair, and before Sasuke could pull back all the way, the man was coming in long moans, filling Sasuke's mouth with his cum, surprising the young vampire. He had never tasted cum before, not even his own, but as this hunter came into his mouth, dousing his tongue with spurt after spurt, he found himself moaning deep, and before it even became a coherent thought, he was swallowing, pushing his face back down, making the cock spill the last few spurts of sperm into the back of his mouth. Some of it had leaked through his stretched lips and was running down his chin, but he hardly noticed. The hunter had stopped moaning, and the cock in his mouth had stopped twitching, but he wanted more. He licked the entire cock clean, wiping his chin with his hand and licking that clean as well, then going back to the now only half erect cock to give it another licking.
The hunter, although seemingly out of breath, chuckled.
"It certainly looks like a little stray cat that I've picked up, just look how much you liked that milk."
Sasuke licked his lips and smirked. The overly confident ways of this man were beginning to grow on him, and he had to agree about him liking the 'milk'. There had been something there, something he had never tasted before in his life, except maybe that one time when he drank the blood from this man, and whatever that something was it was making him into an addict, and fast at that.
Kakashi watched the young vampire lick his lips, seemingly happy sitting there before him, and his mind raced in all kinds of directions. Rubbing his hands through the hair of this young killer in his hands, at his mercy, he glanced up towards the security camera and winked. He was sure that Genma was the one behind the screen on the other side, and he could bet his money on what the other man was doing.
TBC. Hope you all liked it!