Metallic Wings (Kakanaru)

A Fighter

Inu shook his head and groaned wanting to repetitively smash his head into the rough wood. Naruto paused as a groan escaped the other male but quickly dismissed it with a swift sniff of the air to find comfort in the man's natural cologne- dried blood and a fresh earthy smell- which made Naruto become lost in the moment. There was no fresh blood. Naruto would have known.

'Of course, you would know, insect.' A lazy eye roll could be felt in the back of Naruto's mind as the boy simply shrugged not having the heart to reply with a snarky comment. It would have driven me crazy... Naruto thought in a daze remembering the first time he had smelt someone else's blood. It had knocked Naruto out his cold indifference as something pumped erratically in the place of his heart. Blood put him on the edge, into a trance but he was unusually excited. The aroma of the crimson liquid made him unconsciously lick his lips with desire. Something he blamed the Prince for.

'God was an asshole and decided, 'Hey let's make these insects delicious' making us crazy at the mere whiff of the liquid. But seeing as you hate the insect village so much you might as will get excited as you spill their blood. Some insect you were?' Naruto involuntarily started to bite his lip will being submerged in his thoughts. The first time he was 'excited', as the Prince said, was when he had shoved a classmate off himself when he was attacked. The boy was bleeding with multiple miniature cuts on his palm. Then it happened. Naruto started to sweat profusely as his eyes dilated as the enticing scent flooded his system for the first time. The boy he had shoved looked up to give Naruto a piece of his mind but froze immediately. An arrow of fear stabbed his heart as bleached blond hair covered Naruto's quivering eyes and a sadistic smile spread proudly across his face. Looking up Naruto had chilled the boy to his bone. Scampering away like a wounded puppy the boy ran away in fear having seen the devil himself. Seeing the hasty retreating form of his attacker Naruto felt an unusual yearn. Feeling a familiar pressure he felt when he looked at happy families. Desire.

The desire for blood.

Inu got up and cleared the table and dropped the dishes into the sink, he would wash them later but sleep came first. Looking at Naruto for a response he could only pause with several blinks of his eye. Pearly white teeth, sharp enough to tear skin with a simple bite, gnawed at his pinkish lips. The scene was something straight from an erotica novel.

Here we have the innocent teen with no control over her, or his in this situation, actions. These actions being so naively sensual for any older adult to take the meaning the wrong way. I have to exercise pure restraint from jumping the unsuspecting teen. And I'm so going to jail... Obviously, Inu had not yet explored his sexuality as all erotic actions were strictly professional be it to seduce a target to gain information or infiltrate enemy territory as a couple. Inu has had many experiences in this field but he never allowed his feeling to come in between so he never knew how he felt about women or men. At times, it had become awkward with the blatant sexual acts he had to perform on his partner just to keep up the lovers act. But all the women who tried to get into his pants outside of work didn't stand a chance against Inu's self-control. Inu being a workaholic who would usually push his body to the limit until he had no choice to give in to the fatigue- seeing no benefits from a life partner. All they do is get in the way with all their whining. God the whining one man has to survive to welcome death with open arms.

"Inu-san?" Inu blinked and nodded with a slow answer to the timid unspoken question

"I'll get your night wear." Inu spun on his heel and made his journey without looking back.

Naruto followed the man only to be handed a soft crème coloured full sleeved shirt and shorts and was crudely deserted in the room as Inu retreated into the bathroom with his own nightwear. All without a word.