A/N: Hello readers! I welcome the new alerter/favoriter of the story and I thank you for over 800 hits so far. And here the new chapter - it's getting smexy... ... ...

When Naruto woke up, he felt a little bit better. He could open is eyes and looked around, turning his head slowly. He was laying in a big, soft bed in a bright room. He could smell a strong scent, he almost felt like he was in a hospital. There was some furniture in the room, some cupboards, a wardrobe and his bed. On the walls were some paintings, some portraits of male persons. The Uzumaki had never seen this room before. Where was he?

For some reason, he felt sick. Sick and wrong. He was on the wrong place, he needed to be somewhere else...

He sat up, the white blanket rustling a bit when he moved. He needed, should be somewhere else. Something was missing where he was. Something very important. He slowly put his legs on the floor, looking down himself and noticing that he was wearing cloths which weren't his. A too big, half-opened shirt and some pants which were so long that a part of them dragged along the ground. He stood up, a bit wondered that he was so slowly. But the youth had other problems to take care of.

The blond started walking, his head turning around until he stared in one direction. He felt that, he felt where he had to go.

This way... there., he thought while he walked out of the room arriving in a corridor. His legs moved on their own, guiding him to a closed door out off bright wood. His heart started beating fast in his chest, his breath sped up and he heard a small, lowly moan of a weak voice. He could hear it, the pain the voice had, he could feel it. He knew he had to be there, inside the door, in the room behind that.

Naruto lifted one hand, graping the door handle tightly and pushing it down. He hold the handle and pulled the wood away, so he could see what was behind it. Another room, similar to the one he had been before, appeared, but this one was darker, the walls painted dark-grey and the paintments were shadier, showing dead, sad areas and people with blood all over their bodies. But the Uzumaki had only eyes for one thing in the room after all.

A big bed with metal bars on the head-side was on the center of the wall opposite the door. A body was covering on it, forming a white bundle. Strange noises came from it, lowly cries and moans. There it was, the part Naruto needed to be complete again. He was painfully incomplete... He needed him...

"Sas..." he said, his voice still too weak for talking. Called man jerked his head to the site, his eyes wided and scared. He sat up, crawling away from the blond as far as he could.

The Uzumaki watched him with half lidded eyes, seeing that the raven was wearing handcuffs which bond him on the bars. He was still sleepy and had to fight for reaching the bed, his knees resting on the mattress. The Uchiha pressed himself against the wall behind him, shocked and terrorized by the young man.

"Y-you should leave... Now!" he gasped after some time, still staring horrified at the other. Naruto just blinked slowly, putting his hands on the mattress and crawled towards the dark-haired.

No. The blond needed to get closer, not to leave. He felt so sick, so incomplete... He needed to get closer. Closer. Closer.

He crawled closer, until he was only inches away from the raven. Sasuke had turned his head away, his eyelids and mouth pressed closed. The Uzumaki felt a little better, but it wasn't enough. That wasn't close enough. He sat down next to the dark-haired, looking at him for some seconds before he rested his upper body on him. He sighed relaxed while the Uchiha flinched, pressing even more against the wall.

"Please... closer, please..." Naruto whispered, his head resting oh the hard chest. He could hear the beating heart, he could feel the shock-waves which ran throw the body next to him. "Please..." The lad slowly hugged the other, sitting on his lap and taking a deep breath. Better, but not enough. Not enough yet. "Sas... ke, please..." he repeated, pressing himself closer to the other. It was so cold... cold, but good.

"You should leave. It... is for your own sake." the Uchiha answered, looking down to the hot body and the golden hair. He swallowed, forcing himself to close his eyes. He had harmed him enough.

"Sas... I don't care... please..." the blond breathed, his arms pressuring the raven more. Not even a sheet of paper had space between the two bodies anymore, but it was still not enough. What else could he do? His memory came back, he remembered the night on Halloween... …

"Bite me." he ordered, not being aware what he was doing.

"No. Leave. You do not know what you are asking for." Sasuke hissed while his legs wrapped around the other's hips. He was loosing control again, his ears only hearing the fresh blood running throw the tan body. "Naruto, now. Leave as long as you can." he added, everything in him seeking for the blond accept for his brain.

"Sasuke... closer... bite me, please..." the Uzumaki asked, almost begging. The incompleteness was so painful, so eating up. And if it meant to be bitten again for passing that, then he was going to do it. He lifted his head, looking at the raven with half-lidded eyes before he pushed higher, his neck rubbing the other's nose.

The Uchiha growled and twisted around within one blink, pinning the blond man on the wall with his own body. Naruto gasped out in pain, but wrapped his legs and arms around him, pulling the raven even closer. He could barely breath, but graped the black hair with one hand, trying to force him to his neck. "Do it... please..." he whispered into the pale ear, crying out when he felt the wet, cold teeth tickling his flesh, but without biting yet. He could feel the breath over his skin, started trembling thinking that the pain would be over soon. He could hear Sasuke's beating heart, how he opened his mouth wide, ready to dig the sharp teeth into the neck.

But before he could bite the Uzumaki he was graped on the shoulders and jerked back. Naruto blinked confused and felt strong, warm arms lifting him up and caring him away. He was still tired and sleepy and he only saw two persons forcing back Sasuke on the mattress while said raven was screaming and fighting to get free before he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Naruto woke up with a yawn, turning to his site and twisted into the blanket, hugging a pillow. Suddenly his stomach made it loud noise and he sat up frustrated. But then he froze.

Wherethe hell was he?! He had never seen a room like that before and absolutly anything looked familiar to him. The door was opened and a tall man with grey hair entered the room. He had a book in his hand, but when he looked up and saw the young man awake in his bed, he closed it and stepped in.

"Good morning. You must be hungry – do you would like something to eat?" the man asked. His face was half-hidden under a dark cloth which reached from his neck to the nose.

"Where am I?! Who are you?!!" the blond screamed, looking around confused.

The man smiled under his cloth, "My name is Kakashi Hatake. And now you are in the guest's room of our apartment." He went over to a chair next to the bed and sat down, looking at the blond youth. The Uzumaki jerked back when he gave a glance to the older man. One of his eyes, the left one, had a long scar from the forehead to the cheek and the iris was bright-red, remembering him what happened on Halloween night.

He narrowed his eyes and hissed, "Where is that psychotic jerk?!" For some reason he wasn't only angry with the raven, but felt somehow worried about him. The grey-haired rose an eyebrow.

"If you mean Sasuke; he's still sick, no wonder after all the silver nitrate he swallowed after the blood. That is going to take a lot of time to heal." he answered and waved his hand so that Naruto should come closer. The lad did it after some time, rising an eyebrow when the man touched his chin, turning his head left and right. "Hmmm..." he muttered, "It'll take a few more days before the red is completely gone..."

"Red? What red?" Naruto asked. As long as he knew there have never been something red in his face, apart of wounds or blood. The other let him go and laid back in his chair.

"The red of your eyes. It's normal that they change when your blood gets in contact with their saliva." he explained and the blond shook his head.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, turning his head and made a chance look into one metal bar of the bed. He jumped back and screamed, "What the fuck?! M-my eyes!!!" A strange, deep red had replaced the usually azure blue.

Kakashi blinked confused and said, "Well, they are red, just like they should be." He watched the blond almost freaking out, shaking his head furiously.

"Hell no! They should be blue! Deep, bright blue and not RED!" he yelled, loosing his mind. What happened? Waking up in a foreign apartment, seeing strangers and having different eyes. He came back to reality when the other answered.

"I told you they will turn back. But don't worry – you're not going to be transformed into a vampire after all." he said, taking out his book for reading it. Naruto looked at the other like he had big fat lips under his cloth before his head turned all red.

"Ah! I see! That fucking, annoying bastard is pissed off because I took away the damn syring so that he wasn't able to takeany drugs anymore! Yeah! And now he acts like, whoohoo, a vampire! Help me, I was bitten by a vaaaaampire! Fuck you Sasuke and your stupid shit-games!" the blond yelled, causing the Hatake to jump up in surprise when suddenly a pillow flew in front of his eyes.

After one second the older asked, "You don't know? What Sasuke is?" He closed his book, staring at the lad on the bed.

"No, I know what he his; a fucked up, stuck-up sick bastard which thinks the whole world has to circle around him." the Uzumaki huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I thought... Since you asked him to bite you, that..." Kakashi muttered, thinking hard. It seemed he had to tell the young boy in what he was be pulled in. The man looked up again, stood up and sat down on the bed, next to the blond. When he was young he had wished for someone to hold him. "Naruto-kun, what I'm about to tell you is the truth, even if you might think I am lying. So listen carefully and if you have a question, feel free to ask me." he informed the other. The Uzumaki rose an eyebrow, confused and feeling completely lost.

Kakashi took a deep breath and began narrating.

"It sounds unbelievable, but Sasuke in not a human. And he uses he's syrings to squirt blood, not a kind of drug. Your eyes changed because your blood reacted with vampire's saliva. It'll take a few more days before your body breaks down the contaminated blood." Before he could continue the blond lifted his arm.

"Wait a sec." he interrupted the older man, "Lemme sum up: You are saying that the bastard didn't dress up as a vampire, but that he went to the festival just like he usually is?" The grey-haired nodded and Naruto started giggling. "Hm, sure. Vampire, right? I think I should go home now." he said, waving his legs off the bed and standing up. He still felt a bit tired and weak, but there was no way he would spend more time at that freaking place.

How long had he have been there anyway? What about school? And Gaara and Iruka? Were they worried about him? And-

"Kakashi, the brad is throwing up again, hm." suddenly someone said and stood right in front of the leaving lad. The Uzumaki looked up, meeting red eyes and long, blond hair. The stranger was bigger than himself, his hair bonded into a pony-tail, but he seemed to be not older than 18 or maybe 19.

He grinned all over his face, showing long, sharp teeth and whispered, "See who woke up, hm... Our needy kid, hm." He lifted his arm, put his hand on the boy's head and messed up a bit more the blond locks with a big smile. Then he got serious and asked, "He needs a new shirt and Danna said I should ask you which we may use." Naruto stepped back swallowing, eyes slightly wided. The strength and the cold skin...

"You can give him one of Itachi's. They are in the wardrobe." Kakashi answered the stranger's question and the man nodded, turning on his wheels and went down the corridor. The Uzumaki walked backwards, closing the wodden door and resting on it.

Sasuke. Itachi. Kakashi. That stranger. Sasuke... …

"You... … A-are you one, too...?" he asked, voice lowly and slightly trembling. Asked man shook his head.

"No. I'm a human." the grey-haired answered and the blond took a deep breath, pressing his eyelids together.

"Y-you said-... … This is real, right?" he wanted to know, already knowing the answer.

Now he was ready to listen to what the old man had to say.