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Sasuke was freaking the fuck out. What the hell was wrong with him? You don't just go biting human teenagers at two in the morning, even if he was particularly desperate after barely escaping a disturbing snake demon. He was injured, the bastard had bit him in the neck and injected him with venom. Who bites a vampire? Only Orochimaru, of course.
But this stupid little human had rid him of any injury with just the mere purity of his blood. Sasuke leaned on his kitchen island across from his bed as he watched the blond boy sleep in it, scarily still with the royal blue light of early morning shining on his sun kissed skin.
You would have thought he was dead if Sasuke was unable to hear the faint beat of his heart and the soft exhale of breath. His smell was simply intoxicating; a sweet tantalizing scent that Sasuke couldn't begin to explain, which was what attracted Sasuke to him in the first place. Well... that and his convenient location. Three knocks quietly tapped at his door, breaking Sasuke out of his who-knows-how-long stare off the boy. He steps didn't make a sound as he moved to open the door.
Uchiha Shisui stood outside the door, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved into the front pocket of his maroon hoodie. His curly tufts of hair were a mess on top of his head, pushed back with a black headband which Sasuke thought looked utterly ridiculous. Shisui yawned before taking one step forward only to stop to sniff the air suspiciously. His eyes instantly slid behind Sasuke, his brown eyes transitioning into a rich crimson as he shoved past him.
"Hey-" Sasuke tried to stop the older male from entering his home with his shoes on but Shisui put his hand up, instantly making Sasuke stop what he was going to say.
"Relax, Sauce. Their Yeezy's," He tried to assure and failing as Sasuke scowled. His hand reached out to grab the hood of Shisui's maroon sweater but Shisui was gone so quickly that he made Sasuke's bangs flutter against his face. Sasuke's scowl only deepened.
The older Uchiha was leaning down to observe the blond boy that lied motionlessly on his bed. The boy was wearing an annoyingly bright orange hoodie with a green frog smiling in the center with black joggers and grass-stained white converse. His tan neck was a mess of dried blood that stained the side of his obnoxious hoodie, some blood even dried in a few strands of his bleached blond hair. He also unfortunately bruised, purple and red mixing together to create something that could only be made by Sasuke. Sasuke didn't mind that as much as the blood, if he was being honest.
Shisui finally straightened his back, looking up to Sasuke with wide crimson eyes.
"You fucked up." He stated.
Sasuke ran a hand through his hair while letting out a quiet groan.
"I know, I know- I just- I was really, really desperate and he was just thereafter a run in with Orochimaru," Sasuke tried to explain, tugging at his dark hair in stress. Shisui didn't seem to hear him. Or he just didn't care. Sasuke never knew which.
"No, I mean like- you really, really fucked up this time," Shisui emphasized, knowing that Shisui wasn't the type to repeat himself; Sasuke opted for staying silent so he could explain, probably in perfect detail on just how much he fucked up this time and how extraordinarily grateful he should be that Itachi and himself would be there to help clean up his mess.
"This-" Shisui stroked the blond boys hair affectionately, "This is Namikaze Naruto. Son of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina," He elaborated with wide eyes, the crimson slowly fading back into their original chocolate brown. Sasuke wanted to scream at the revelation.
"And-" Sasuke was interrupted by a smooth, cold as ice voice from beside him, "Deidara's little brother." Itachi finished for him. If Itachi wasn't letting him finish his sentences then Sasuke knew he was in deep shit.
"He's the son of two powerful supernatural activists and politicians, the little brother of ticking-time-bomb Deidara and fucking Karin," Shisui continued to elaborate, all three Uchiha male simultaneously shivering at the mention of the red-head. Itachi sighed, moving past Sasuke in graceful movements as he took a seat at the kitchen island.
"And you chose to mate him so indecently," He added quietly, curling a piece of hair around a long, pale finger. Sasuke didn't notice the beginning peaks of the morning sun in the distance through the large window above his bed as he processed his older brothers words, staring at him with wide eyes but Itachi remained unbothered. Shisui fluttered around his small, open spaced loft in quick, fluid movements as he closed the curtains so the shining rays of sun couldn't harm their sensitive skin.
"I- I... Mated him? I didn't-" Sasuke gaped, hating himself for his sloppiness. Shisui finally chose to stay still behind Itachi as he placed his hands on top of Itachi's shoulders, rubbing affectionately and making Itachi lean into him.
"Can't you smell it? You literally inhaled the poor boys soul, now he can't be the cute little independent human he's supposed to be because you just had to suck the soul out of him," Shisui droned before leaning down so his face was beside Itachi's, "And not in the good way." He winked at his mate, Itachi silently smirked in response and tilted his chin up to place a kiss on Shisui's cheek.
"I regret calling you," Sasuke deadpanned, he was sure that if his heart was still alive than it would be beating out of his chest. Shisui straightened his back, again, and finger-gunned Sasuke. Sasuke had to repress a cringe.
"Your moms are like, kinda- best friends. Itachi calls Kushina aunty and your daddies work together, so it shouldn't be that bad if we ignore the fact that none of his family planned on telling him about their supernatural ties, like, ever," Shisui asserted with a roll of his eyes. Itachi unhelpfully nodded in agreement against his stomach.
"It's not like I wanted to mate him!" Sasuke defended, his fingers curling into his palms. The two mated Uchiha both shrugged and Itachi gave him a warm smile. It infuriated Sasuke on how stupidly calm the pair could be, no matter the circumstances and always even seemed to still land a few smart-ass jabs.
"Doesn't matter, you did." Shisui said.
"You're very lucky, as the Namikaze's youngest son; he's very sought after," Itachi disclosed, standing up in a way Sasuke knew that he was getting ready to leave.
"Wait- what do I do?" He called his older brother and mate for help, not to just come over and tell him he fucked up. He knew that. Shisui clicked his tongue.
"There's really nothing we can do but...." He trailed off.
The two advanced towards him so rapidly that they made a mess of the papers on his counters, Sasuke watched in silent frustration as the papers slowly fluttered to the ground.
"Well, he's your mate, Sauce. What do you do to your mate?" Shisui continued, his gaze on the blond in his bed, making Sasuke's eyes flicker over to him and subconsciously warm.
"He seems quite proud," Itachi noted to Shisui, Sasuke winced and tore his gaze from the sight and scowled, again. Shisui hummed in response.
"Well, Sauce- Gay?" Shisui teased, Itachi gave him a warning glare at the jab at his little brother, Shisui put his hands up sheepishly. When Sasuke didn't answer, Shisui 'humphed' and Itachi let out another one of his sighs that made Sasuke know he was disappointed.
"You love and respect them, Sauce. Take care of your human," Shisui concluded and while he didn't say the words, they all heard his intended message.
