I now offer you sci-fi taking place in space! I've written dystopian sci-fi before, but this is actually the first time I'm doing a story like this. Oh and not to forget, this is an incest story, so be warned. I got into space mode thanks to The Martian and brother incest is quirky and it fits this setting well. Both Sasuke and Naruto have dark pasts here and their current life isn't all sunshine either and well, the world I'm offering here – does the same moral code apply or better yet, should it? You decide.

Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.

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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke

Summary: Two stepbrothers trying to survive in space while dreaming of becoming pilots for the Alliance. When life deals you nasty cards and you learn secrets about your family history, who you can you turn to? Family relations, those are quite easy to overlook or? SasuNaru/NaruSasu. Rated M for sex, language and incest.

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

Nebula Rising

Nebula is rising from the east in two hours, we got to find the beacon before that, Sasuke huffs and I know he is right. After the moon is up, the cave setters will come out and they are hellish and greedy bastards. There is nothing out here except metal scrap and shit, the wind being the only presence making any sounds aside us. The sand gets into our system even when we are clothed well. Scarves and whatnot do not really work and the goggles are the only thing that makes us see anything at all.

Sasuke sets his goggles so that they now scan everything instead of smaller areas like we originally had in mind. The goggles go through anything that could look like a beacon and mine does the same, but it is still taking forever. There are no shitty beacons in this direction, I swear at him, but he just keeps going forward. Our job in this godforsaken planet is to find the beacons for the Alliance Shipyards. The planet is basically a cemetery of old ships and other space crafts that are left to rot here. The process is quite fast, because of the doldrums and the heavy and rusty air. It is a place you do not end up working in because you want to.

Sasuke and I are actually stepbrothers. We are dehumanized thanks to our origin and for the fact that we are wanted criminals. We share the same mother, who is a common expanse whore on brothel aircrafts. She surely as hell did not want kids, but it is not something a lowly life form can decide on their own. No one even knows who is Sasuke's father or mine for that matter, except they hardly are the one and same.

We do not even look alike, if you do not count the little resemblance we have with our mother. Clients or whatnot perhaps, basically everyone fucks prostitutes, since finding partners is made hard when purebred girls are locked inside for safety and breeding. Mother is actually too valuable a term to describe the woman that screamingly pushed us from her filthy womb. After me they cut her oviducts and burnt her uterus from the inside while she was still conscious. Sasuke still remembers the screams, but I do not.

We had to live in the brothel undergrounds with rats, weirdoes and molesters. We slept in sewers and stole our food while dreaming of becoming pilots for the Alliance. Sasuke is two years older than I am. Soon it was clear that the brothel owner, a fat shemale, wanted us as an attraction to the freak show they already held there. We supposedly had potential, since young boys as beautiful and well-formed like us were the perfect meal for the old and nasty customers frequenting the place.

We needed to escape and all I can remember is that Sasuke stabbed the owner with a self-made machete and carved his or her, who the fuck knows, eyes out. That was the starting point of our planetary escape, which led us eventually in the salt mines on Barbuda. Before getting captured we did odd jobs, like smuggling shit from place to place. We were both fighters, since that was the only way to survive.

By the age of fifteen Sasuke had already taught me to use laser point guns, electric executioners and automatic Garoon weaponry. He taught me to use my fists and kill, though the latter I did only when there was no other solution. Mostly he did the nastier jobs and it is not like we really talked about what we were doing, so no, I do not know everything he has done until know.

A year later Sasuke took me to brothels and lowlife bars, where we stayed quite a lot. I still remember my first time in the Love Boom Section brothel near Alamut, where I fucked my first girl. I am not saying she was a pure human, but who the fuck really cares. She was not a looker, but they hardly ever are or they would not whore themselves out. Basic logic and a cunt is a cunt, really. Even if you are fucking the face, it does not diminish the pleasure, if the said partner looks like the ass of a predator bird.

Sasuke got us both girls and we stayed in the same room, since that was way much cheaper. Space in space is a luxury you cannot really afford. As we walked into the room, I can still remember Sasuke grunting that never ever kiss a prostitute and he told me to follow his lead, which I did. I did not know shit about fucking, but gladly the girl took good care of me so that all I had to do was lie on my back.

Sasuke never let girls do this, but I somehow found it oddly arousing. To serve and be served, or something like it. Also, he never looked at them in the face, but made them position themselves on all fours and fucked them from behind. I myself like looking at girls' faces, since they look so different to us, and I hardly ever have the opportunity to see them, so I want to indulge myself a little.

Ending up in the salt mines kind of cut all the fun out, but I knew we could not stay on the run forever. In a way the salt mines were our destiny. A destiny that lasted for two hellish years of which I hardly remember anything aside trying to stay alive and not get fucked in the ass by the men double my size. There are absolutely no women in the mines and those who end up there are not that picky. Sasuke and I were separated immediately, since he was older than I am. Thus he ended up in a different section.

I hardly saw him during those two years and when I did, we never got to talk. I am assuming he had to work for labor mines that are basically the nastiest possibility to end up into or so I have heard. They must have known that he was dangerous or at least capable of doing really nasty shit. As I was younger, I worked in the fuming, which meant that we had to have gas masks on all the time and the fumes burnt your skin enough to change the color into a darker shade and it also burnt all you hairs. Gladly it was not permanent, but still.

We managed, which was probably the reason they offered us a position at the scrap yards. Well, I did not know we would be going together, since all I knew at that time was that I was offered the possibility. I was sure I would never see my brother ever again, but the opportunity meant that I could actually get out fast. Anything seemed more tempting than the life down in the pits, really.

I knew scrap yards as a place was shit too, but at least I would grow hair again and it seemed a legit reason at that time. To my surprise they had offered the same thing to Sasuke too and even paired us up, which suited me more than fine. It proves that he wanted out just as much as I did. I felt lucky for the first time since I was born.

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