Title: Love Bite ch.1, part 1

Rating: overall-nc-17, this chap-nc-17

Genre: action/adventure, horror, romance, angst, mystery

Pairings: mainly KakaObito, but there will be others...MinaNaru, YonKaka, KakaNaru...

Warnings: yaoi, graphic lemonz, AU

Summary: Kakashi is a vampire hunter. He hunts the hunter for a living. One basic, common sense rule of hunting vampires: don't sleep with them, and sure as hell don't fall in love with them. This had always been so easy before...until he met Obito. He didn't even seem like a vampire most of the time...but it didn't matter how human he acted. The fact of the matter was, he was a vampire; he ate humans; he was a monster. Kakashi could NOT fall in love with him...or sleep with him again...He should just forget he ever existed...But when Obito becomes involved in a murder investigation Kakashi's helping the police with, he can't seem to escape him. Will Kakashi be able to sort out his feelings and catch the killer terrorizing the city before he strikes again?

A/N: Just soz ya'll know, this is an AU fic obviously set in Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Black world...sort of...I mean, I've changed it a bit, but if you've read her books and notice some similarities...that's why...8D

Chapter too long for one post, so split in two...link to part 2 at the bottom!^_^

 

Love Bite Ch.1

How could this happen to me? How could I, Hatake Kakashi, a vampire hunter, have fucked up so utterly? How had I missed all the signs I’d drilled into my head over the years hunting the hunter?

How could I allow myself to be so vulnerable with the enemy?

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The club was packed. I sat at the bar, a drink in hand, watching the writhing mass of people move and gyrate to the beat of the music. On both sides of me, couples leaned in close to each other, whispering and giggling about Kami-sama only knows what—probably some dirty shit they were going to do together later. Lights flashed on and off, rapidly dousing the room in light, just before plunging it into complete darkness for a split second again. I was half surprised the damned lights hadn’t caused anyone to have a seizure yet.

I hated places like those.

There were always too many people; the music was way too loud—not to mention bad—the drinks were watered-down, and more expensive than they were in a regular bar; the combination of the blinking lights and the horrible music gave me a headache; and the people who came up to me to buy me a drink were always such arrogant assholes that I just wanted to kick their asses so they’d know just how much of an asshole they really were.

However, the clubs also happened to be the best place to get laid.

I didn’t go looking for ass very often, but I was still a man, and I had needs. Jerking-off would usually do it for me, but about once a month, I treated myself to a real fuck. Kami-sama knows I deserved it.

The only problem was finding a willing one-night-stand. It wasn’t that I couldn’t find a willing ass; it was just that most people would either expect some kind of a relationship, or…they’d go blab to the media about their night with Hatake Kakashi, the infamous vampire hunter.

Everyone wanted their five minutes of fame, so the real trick was finding someone who would be satisfied with one night and wouldn’t kiss and tell.

That was really all I asked. I didn’t care about looks, as long as they were clean, and I didn’t care about how good they were in bed. As long as they’d bend over and let me do as I pleased, I was happy.

Finding someone who fit that criteria was harder than it sounds. Sometimes I just gave up and hired a prostitute, but that was only when I was desperate.

As it was, there was a certain patron in the club that had caught my eye. He was on the opposite side of the room, dancing half-heartedly with a tall, dark-haired man that made him look even shorter than he was. I’d seen the short man come in, loudly, with a group of friends. Their pack had split up as soon as they were in the doors like magnets with identical poles.

The man that’d caught my eye was petite in every sense of the word, except, as it seemed, personality-wise. I’d watched him as he slowly made his way across the room, through the thick crowd. He’d stop every few seconds to talk to someone or dance with someone else, spreading smiles throughout the room to everyone he showed a little attention to. He was a goofy man, and seemed to be having a good time—until he got to the man he was currently dancing with, and Kakashi could see why.

The tall man apparently thought it was okay to grope his smaller partner like they were close lovers who did that kind of thing all the time. He also seemed to think it was okay to prevent the poor man from moving on to someone else. He was holding the slight man tightly against himself, his hands on his ass, and whispering secret things in his ear while he shamelessly ground himself against the near-stranger.

That man was the number one thing I hated about clubs. Those dickheads who think they’re the fucking shit and are somehow doing you a favor by taking an interest in you and scaring away any other potential playmate that you might actually be interested in.

I was a little interested in seeing what the short man would do with the guy. As animated as he’d been when he first cone in, I’d expected him to go off on the guy and start screaming, or at least get some of his newfound friends that were all around him to help him out, but he didn’t. He was just holding onto the man’s shoulders, putting up with it.

This somewhat annoyed me. I’d just been about to get up and make my way to the short man when Mr. Grabby-Hands got to him first. Now I’d been waiting for almost half an hour for a chance to talk to my prey, but hadn’t gotten a chance. After all this waiting, there was no way I was going to let that asshole completely ruin my night. I was going to get that man to come home with me, or I was going to at least destroy the tall man’s night since he’d seen fit to waste my time.

I downed the rest of my drink and started pushing my way through the crowd. As I got closer, the short man turned his head towards me. His almost ethereal face was screwed up in a grimace of disgust. Whatever his captor was whispering in his ear clearly wasn’t the man trying to get to know his partner.

When my prey caught sight of me coming towards them, I gasped just a tiny bit. His eyes were so…captivating. I’m not even sure why. They weren’t some rare, vibrant color like sky blue or grass green; they just held so much depth. They almost sparkled with their very own personality.

It was only when my prey’s captor turned them around in their “dance” that I realized I’d just stopped in my tracks to stare at the man.

I shook myself and moved forward to clamp a hand down on my target’s cancerous tumor. The man turned himself half around to give me an annoyed look and a silent, “fuck-off,” sneer.

I smiled sweetly at him and said, “I think you’ve hogged him enough, asshole. He clearly isn’t enjoying you all but raping him in public, so why don’t you just go and fuck-off, huh, buddy?”

The man blinked at me, astonished.

I took his momentary shocked paralysis to peel him off my beautiful prey and step between them. When the man recovered, he tried to step around me, glaring at me, and grab his newly freed captive, but I just stepped in his way again.

“Hey, look, pal, I had him first. You missed your chance with him, shithead. Now back off,” the man growled at me.

I just smirked at him and stepped out of the way. “Well, if he wants you, then I guess it’s not my place to interfere, but I don’t think that he’s interested, jag-off.”

The man just sneered at me and stepped forward to take the smaller man’s arm, but before he could, my prey moved next to me and grasped my arm, half hiding himself behind me.

I smiled triumphantly at the enemy and lifted the arm the man was holding to wrap it around his small frame.

The man glared at me and stepped up to me, getting as close as he could without touching me, trying to intimidate me. He growled something at me, but I couldn’t understand him over the music and roar of people around us.

I didn’t even blink while the man did his best to scare me off with his primitive threats. I’d faced scarier things than a mere disgruntled human male in danger of loosing a potential mate. He may have been had almost a hundred pounds on me, but sheer brute strength wasn’t everything—I could take him.

Not to mention I also had a gun under my leather jacket.

I didn’t need it though, because when I didn’t back down, the man lost interest and stormed away in a short-lived rage that was forgotten when he bumped into another okay-looking man, whom he latched onto like he had my quarry.

“Thank you,” was said directly into my ear, the beautiful man’s lips brushing my skin as he said it. Even though he was so close, it was still hard to hear him over the overall noise of the room.

I just smiled at him and pulled him a little closer, asking with my eyes if he wanted to dance with me.

He grinned at me and pushed himself flush against me, wrapping his arms around my neck, and laughing at me when the shock of his forwardness showed on my face.

Unlike his former captive, I kept my hands on his hips while we danced. Granted, they were rather low on his hips, but I was still far from groping his ass. He was an avid dancer now that he was freed from his purgatory. I was getting a little worn out trying to keep up with him. He may have been petite to an extreme, but he definitely wasn’t fragile…

“What’s your name?” I all but screamed into his ear. I swore the music just kept getting louder as the night wore on…

He said something back, lifting himself up with his hands on my shoulders to yell in my ear, but I couldn’t hear him over the God-forsaken music. Before letting himself fall back down, he bit down on my earlobe and pulled it down between his teeth as he sank down. He gave me a quick smirk before darting back to my neck to nibble at the soft skin there and leave kisses along my jaw. His fingers slid through my hair, gently pulling my head back to give him more room to maul my neck.

I moved my hands to his ass.

People started staring at us as we got more and more into each other. We were openly making out in the middle of the dance floor, not caring who we bumped into or stepped on accidentally.

Out of nowhere, Obito jumped up slightly and wrapped his legs around me, forcing me to take his whole weight unexpectedly and I almost toppled us to the floor. But I was able to right myself again when I knocked into another man behind me, giving me the momentum to gain my balance. I ignored the man cursing at me for smashing into him.

There were much better things to focus my attention on—like the fact that I was hard as a rock and Obito was grinding his own tented pants on me while he tried to find the meaning of life in my mouth.

“Get a fucking room!” half the room screamed at us, tired of our shenanigans.

Obito pulled away enough to look at me and we laughed at each other. He unhooked his legs from behind me and slid down my body to stand on his own feet. He grabbed my wrist and started pulling me along behind him as he threaded his way expertly through the pressing crowd.

I dutifully followed him, eager to get out of the club and away from the music that was threatening to burst my eardrums with its crushing bass line.

Obito yanked me through the place until we finally escaped the overwhelming room and spilled outside into the late-night streets of downtown Konoha. There really weren’t any less people outside than there were inside, but, as a rule, outside is bigger than inside, so it was less oppressive.

Once outside, I took the lead. I wound my way around people, up and down streets, and finally to the small private parking lot behind my favorite bar whose owner let me park there, because I was such a great customer. In other words, he let me park there, because I was famous and gave him free publicity and brought him customers. I didn’t mind his exploitation of my reputation though, because, not only did I have great—free—parking downtown, but my drinks were always half off—if not free altogether—and he always saved me the dark corner booth that I could hide in so no one bothered me while I was trying to drink peacefully.

But I digress.

When we got to my car—a cheap, black sedan, because I’m pretty good at destroying my cars—Obito pushed me against its trunk and gave me another searing kiss, burying his tongue as deep into my mouth as he could get without gagging either of us.

“Your place or mine?” I gasped out when we were finally forced to part.

“Yours,” he said, stepping back and turning to round the car and climb into the front passenger’s seat.

I smiled and shook my head at his obvious impatience.

I slid into the driver’s seat beside him, started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot to head towards my house. It was about fifteen minutes away.

Part 2