Warnings(for the whole story): There will be graphic (very graphic...hardcore you might say.) Yaoi...pinch of blood and a bit of violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I make no money with this writing.

Pairings: Hidan/Itachi...only them... no other characters used... and if they are, they don't really mater...

An: I don't really care how overused the vampire thing is...whatever... as for the 'demonologist' thing... I blame the video games... it might seem that the story will have a plot when you start reading it...but it actually doesn't... also for the faint of heart and the prudes... don't bother reading this...this will turn out perverted and...rough and...sweet and stupid at the same time.

Now for the first chapter... it's more like an intro...needed to explain a few things before the abuse starts, warning for the chapters ahead...there will be some sort of rape-ish thing(s)...yeah...

Inanimate... pt. 1

Not wind, but the breath of the death.

The world was simple... the choices were simple... kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten. Simple...

The war raging between the vampires and the other dark nations was fierce and bloody. And the vampires would definitely win this war but the fact was that they were so few now, almost extinct didn't help them.

Hidan was a demonologist... a kind that was hated by the un-dead. because they were able to command the dead... Hidan was able to bring hell... immortal yet young he had raged for only fifty years but that however seemed to be enough for this particular demonologist to gain bad fame.

He was cruel and in the matter of twenty years he had became something that most feared. The vampires hated him. He seemed not to care whether he kills and tortures his own kind or humans or the vampires. And when Hidan became something like an exile, he brought his fury on the dark nations... he killed many and cared not. He killed his own mentor and his heart didn't quiver. He was infamous for his own deeds and he couldn't even deny any of it because it was all true.

Right now it was getting a bit too dangerous for him to walk the nights and feed on the horror... the dark nations were ganging up on him and there seemed to be no exit out of this, only to retreat and hide...

Right now... was the time that he had to run to save his life... or more like... his existence... he was immortal and he was strong and he could only hope one day they would succeed and kill him, but to fall in an unfair fight... where they would rip him apart just because they were so many... well, that was something his pride didn't want to accept. So he run... with his black long leather coat ripped and bloodied... the blood of his enemies or his own he did not know... his platinum coloured hair all messed up from their usual neatly combed back style, stray bangs hovering his pale face and shadowing his violet eyes. His arm bleeding and refusing to heal as the bite was given by a vicious werewolf... the pets for vampires... their bites wouldn't heal unless a vampire showed mercy and licked the wound... yes, as funny as it sounds vampire saliva had the healing ability. He also felt a nasty deep wound on his stomach and the dizziness that was taking over him fast warned him that his blood is running to its end... and now at the verge of his end... he didn't want to give in. He didn't want to die...

His legs still carried him when he run past the dark trees, he didn't know where he is or why there is trees surrounding him he didn't know why the howls of the werewolves suddenly stopped... he didn't know why the shrill screams of the vampires stopped coming closer. He did not realise he has entered the grounds of the ancient vampires... and ancient vampires were a force that was feared even between vampires themselves.

As he kept running he was one step away to discard his weapon, it was so damn heavy, his big sized scythe was the most precious thing in his life and his hand refused to let go of it even if he would die. His precious blood dripped on the soil... he felt his head spin terribly and he falling to his knees cursed violently... if this was the end... then fuck the world... it never gave him anything else but endless battles and endless baths of blood. Death didn't seem relieving when he could feel it's cold grip...

"Fuck it..." he choked out when even his knees gave out and he collapsed on the forest ground with his bloodied face in the dead leaves. He had no power left to cast a spell or curse to save himself. He smirked faintly turning his head to the side with his cheek flush against the cold wet ground, he heard the wind but he didn't feel it and he was aware of what it means...

When he saw the black boots stopping right before his face, he knew his suspicion to be right... those black nicely polished boots definitely belonged to a ancient vampire... he couldn't look up... no way in hell, he was already nearly dead... but his smirk didn't vanish.

"Bring it on bitch." He choked out and when he felt that boot on his side as he was forcefully turned on his back his violet eyes closed and the darkness embraced him.

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The first thing that came to his mind when his violet eyes opened weakly was 'no shit...afterlife exists' but when he felt the chains around his wrists keeping him in standing position he suspected that he is still on the damned face of earth.

He lifted his head watching the iron bounds around his wrists keeping his arms spread out. He yanked on them weakly and suddenly he felt very cold... his eyes took in his surroundings... he was in some kind of dungeon and if there wouldn't be few candles it would be pitch black... he watched the stone walls and he could only wonder who's captive he is. He saw a table and a chair and a bed on the opposite side of the room and he could only wonder why there was a nicely made bed in here. He also thought that soon he won't be able to wonder because the nasty wound on his stomach was still bleeding, his crimson blood spilling from him... someone had taken off his long leather coat leaving him half naked in only his black jeans... he grimaced feeling that even his damn boots and socks were taken off... someone had robbed him of his scythe and that was bad...

He cursed quietly and his head hung down he was ready to pass out again... that was until he felt delicate fingers grab his chin, his violet eyes opened still weakly as he tried to focus on the creature standing before him... he knew there is someone because he could feel steady breaths on his lips... so the person was close. But his eyes refused to concentrate, his world was spinning and he wondered can a demonologist actually throw up... he hadn't done it before but now he really felt like it.

"Those are werewolf bites... werewolves are vampire pets... who are you and why are you hunted?!"

Hidan's eyes closed... even though he felt like dying he now realised that the person standing before him really was an... ancient vampire.

Shit!

He was a demonologist, he could control the dead... he could control vampires, that's why they hatred him so much but... he could not control an ancient vampire... they were too strong for his curses and the only thing he could do was to kill them with physical strength. Oh well...

And the second thing his mind fixed was the fact that the vampire's voice was alluring... deep and soft... Hidan smirked.

"Fuck you..."

And yes he felt rather proud that he managed to get it over his lips he didn't like the way those fingers on his chin tightened their grip till he was forced to open his eyes again.

"Answer the question!"

That creature whoever it was, was definitely demanding, didn't the ancient bastard realize that he's not able to fucking say more than he already did? The vampire bastard would realize it when Hidan would simply die... he kind of saw... blurry though... that the vampire before him had dark hair and crimson eyes, but that was all, his body went limp and his head would hung limply on his chest if the delicate fingers wouldn't hold it in their steel grip.

Hidan heard the wind, which only meant that the ancient vampire bastard standing so damn close to him is hissing... that sound couldn't be mistaken for anything, he shuddered and wondered how comes only the ancient vampires are able to emit such an eerie sound.

He flinched terribly when he felt something warm and wet against his stomach, crazed he opened his eyes and the shock apparently helped to clear his vision because now he saw clearly... he saw a guy crouching down before him, long black hair that were made in a low loose ponytail that reached to the guys lower back... he saw the lithe form of the vampire and he saw the pink tongue licking the wound on his stomach... he gasped and his violet eyes went wide... why would an ancient vampire do such a thing... why would he heal Hidan... not even knowing who he is.

He observed the wound close up, the raven haired vampire stood up facing him... Hidan was transfixed for a while... the creature standing before him was so damn... beautiful. The crimson eyes with long black eyelashes, the black eyebrows perfectly arched, the perfect nose, plump lips and the skin ever so flawless and pale that it almost made Hidan shiver again for different reasons though... not to mention that the ancient was lithe and lean and there didn't seem to be much muscle on that body... Hidan's near death clouded mind took in the clothes... all black matching the hair... skin tight black jeans and black tight shirt was a weird thing to see on an ancient vampire though. They all usually wore something classically boring.

The delicate long fingers grabbed his chin again and the beautiful pale face was now very close to his...

"When I'll come back... you'll be giving me some answers!"

And with that said Hidan was left alone in the dark dungeon-like room.

Hidan feeling his strength return now when his blood stopped flowing out of him stood up straighter and looked at his well toned stomach, the wound was almost healed now, which meant that the bastard that just left the room was ancient indeed and powerful as well. And the fact that that creature left his arm wound to bleed only meant that despite the fact that he had been healed the vampire wasn't planning to leave him alive when he would give the answers that the bastard wanted.

He didn't have to hide anything... but as stated before he didn't want to die, his hands jerked against the shackles. The ancient vampire really shouldn't have healed him. Hidan smirked, he was damn strong and just because he was restrained by some aristocratic vampire bitch he would become stronger from his fury... and when he would get to that raven haired creature he would show him what a demonologist can do to a aristocratic vampire's ass.

After an hour the chains were becoming loose where they were fastened at the ceiling, the fact that he would have to run around with long iron chains hanging on his wrists didn't appease him but he ignored it seeing no other way. Besides he would definitely go and find that raven and the very same creature would definitely have the key to get the chains off. He would take the key by force of course... and he would definitely play with that bastard, didn't matter to him that the bastard healed him... the intentions for that healing where only to torture him when he would get away from death.

No, thank you and Fuck you.

The last brutal jerk of his arms made the chains come loose and fall over his head, hitting on it in the process, Hidan scowled as he rubbed his head to soothe the pain... unnecessary avoidable pain was exactly what he needed right now...

Holding the chains off the floor not to make noise as he walked he went for the huge door... so this dungeon was something like a hideout for that raven haired bastard, at least it looked like a hideout. Hidan smirked when he found the door locked. He stood next to the door pressing his back against the wall and closed his eyes, he would wait... and while he would wait he would recover his strength...

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Let me know what you thought of the first chap since I'm writing the second one already... you might get it sooner than you think o.o

Meti...