Begin Author's Note:

Daelyn: We're both so in love with the last sentence. It's just...yeah. And then the black hooker. Yum.

Cody: It's beautiful. Everything about this is just fantastic. We are normal teenagers doing normal things. Normal.

Daelyn: WE'RE NORMALERS. BELIEVE IT. Over four thousand words of pure normal. Enjoy~

Cody: ENJOY THE NORMAL. No but seriously, don't read this unless you have a strong stomach.

End Author's Note.


Eight Years Before

Sasuke bolted from the house. His arms pumped furiously and his bare feet hit the pavement so hard he thought they might split open. Tears clouded his vision, but he tried his hardest to ignore them.

"Sasuke!" Itachi burst through the front door of the house, chasing his little brother with the knife held tightly in hand.

The boy squeezed his eyes shut and ran as hard as he could. He needed to get help. A tight hand wrapped around his neck and lifted him off the ground. Sasuke gripped Itachi's arm and kicked his legs helplessly in the air.

"What are you doing, Sasuke?" He hissed in his ear. "I told you we needed to keep this a secret!"

Sasuke gagged for air and kicked his legs as hard as he could. His brother's arm tightened around his neck until his vision began to blacken around the edges. He opened his mouth in an attempt to beg to be let down but he couldn't speak. All he made were those same terrible choking noises his mother made as Itachi's pale fingers squeezed the life out of her.

"You're being a very bad boy, Sasuke," Itachi sneered. "Bad boys deserve to be punished."

He threw Sasuke onto the ground and knocked the wind out of him. Sasuke gasped as air once again entered his lungs, but his eyes grew wide as he saw the malicious gleam in Itachi's gaze. The elder raven casually strolled over to the younger, his smile growing with every step he took.

"Are you sorry, Sasuke?" He chuckled as he slowly sank to the ground until he was straddling the boy.

"I-I'm sorry!" Sasuke sobbed. He'd never been more terrified in his life.

Itachi simply chuckled and pulled the knife up, pressing the blade against his cheek.

"I bet you'd look so pretty covered in blood," he murmured.

Sasuke tried to pull away from the blade but Itachi grabbed his face and held him still.

"You deserve this, Sasuke." Itachi said and increased the pressure of the blade until the first droplet of blood spilled down his cheek. Sasuke gasped, but didn't move for fear of pressing the knife deeper into his flesh.

"Please stop," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Please, nii-san, please don't hurt me."

"You deserve this, Sasuke." Itachi said, his hot breath ghosting his face. "You deserve even worse than what I can do to you."

"I...I don't..."

"Yes you do," Itachi said.

Sasuke looked up at the starry sky above them. I deserve this..? Why?

Itachi lifted the blade from his face and whipped it across the exposed skin of his arm. Sasuke cried out and tried to extricate himself from his brother's hold, but found it impossible. He was far too tiny and Itachi was much bigger. Rocks beneath him pressed into his back, bruising him.

Itachi leaned down to lick up some of the blood that poured out of the cut. It was a foreign taste to him, but one he found himself immediately craving more of. The added pressure on the wound pushed a groan from Sasuke's lips and tears down his face.

"Please, nii-san, stop it!"

"Why? Why shouldn't I keep hurting you, huh?! Tell me, otouto!"

Sasuke sobbed at Itachi's words and cried even louder when Itachi started slashing at his arm again. It hurt so terribly, and all he wanted was for it to stop.

"Please, aniki! I'm sorry!"

"What are you sorry for?"

"F-For...f-for..."

Itachi once again slashed at his arm.

"For betraying me?" He growled and put the knife to Sasuke's chest. Sasuke shuddered at the point of the blade poised on his skin. His thin shirt offered little protection.

"For betraying you! I'm sorry for betraying you!"

Itachi smiled. "Good boy."

Then he cut him.

Sasuke screamed as loud as he could at the feeling of his skin spreading open. Itachi laughed as blood spilled onto Sasuke's chest and white shirt, staining them a lovely vermilion.

"I knew you'd look beautiful..."

"Oh my God!"

Itachi's head jerked up toward the source of the noise. He glared viciously.

"Someone call the police!" The woman shouted, her hand moving to cover her mouth. Her eyes widened with shock. "Help, someone, please!"

Itachi stood from his place on Sasuke and faced the woman. A small smile graced his handsome features. He slowly stalked toward the woman, bloody knife in hand. Sasuke soon felt his vision fade to black as blood poured out of his wounds.

"What's going on?" A man poked his head out of his door and gaped at the horrifying sight on the Uchihas' lawn. He reached for his cell phone and quickly began punching numbers on the dialpad.

Itachi charged at the woman who had wandered much too close to the scene and blindly swiped the blade. She shrieked and fell backward, landing on the grass. She brought a hand up to guard her face as she trembled with fear.

The knife fell out of Itachi's grasp as he was roughly tackled to the ground. He snarled and struggled violently as he was pinned down.

"Th-Thank you," the woman breathed. She was still shaking.

"Get the fuck off me," Itachi hissed. He thrashed under the man's weight, but soon found his smaller, fourteen-year-old frame was no match for a grown man.

"What the hell happened to you, Uchiha?" The man muttered. Was this really the same quiet, well-behaved boy he'd watched grow up?

Itachi stopped thrashing. He was quiet for a moment, but then he began to laugh. It was quiet at first, but soon grew louder and louder until he could hardly catch his breath. Once his laughing quieted down, he finally responded.

"I got bored."


Present

Itachi tied Sasuke up carefully and made him sit on a chair in the corner of the room. He would have a perfect view of everything happening on the bed, which was exactly what Itachi wanted. He could look, but he couldn't touch. Itachi dragged his fingers over the prostitute's mocha skin. She threw her head back with a breathy, feminine moan and arched her back.

Whore, Sasuke thought to himself with distaste. He hated it when Itachi brought these women home. They were disgusting. The only reason he got off in situations like this was because of watching Itachi fuck them mercilessly.

Itachi growled and practically ripped the woman's skirt off. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She looked down at him and smirked with her plush lips.

"Eager?"

"Shut up," he growled, his eyes shining with both lust for her body and her blood. These nights always ended the exact same way- but unlike all the other nights, this time he made sure to pick one who would scream loudly when he had his fun with her. He could just sense it.

He bit down on her inner thigh, earning a sweet moan from above. Sasuke squirmed in his seat as he imagined Itachi doing the same to him. He pulled at his restraints harshly, but Itachi made sure to bind him tightly. Sasuke had no chance of escape. The cuffs chafed against his wrists and ankles, giving him no room to move comfortably; just the way he liked it.

The woman cried out when Itachi's finger plunged into her sex. He was rough, but not quite as rough as he was when fucking Sasuke. He added a second finger and she pushed against them, moaning loudly. Sasuke almost felt repulsed until Itachi glanced at him with half-lidded eyes. Sasuke moaned and bucked his hips, making Itachi smirk sadistically. He pushed a third inside the woman writhing beneath him and then leaned forward to tease her clit with his tongue.

"Ah, God," she cried. She yanked at Itachi's hair, pleading for more. Sasuke wished nothing more than to switch places with this unworthy woman. She didn't deserve to be pleasured by a god like Itachi.

Itachi continued to tease and play with her, but soon grew impatient. He retracted his fingers and tongue from the her wet womanhood, and leaned backward to unbuckle and pull off his belt.

"You want to have a little fun?" He folded his belt over on itself and held it up for her to see. Her face was flushed, lust clouding her better judgment. She nodded fervently.

Itachi cracked the belt over her upper thighs. She screamed and thrashed, looking up at Itachi with confused eyes. It hurt worse than she imagined. Smirking sadistically, Itachi leaned forward and quickly fastened her hands together with the belt. Her eyes widened as fear began to set in.

"Wh-What are you doing?!"

"Having fun," he replied.

Sasuke smirked. The slut would get what was coming to her.

She began wiggling frantically and tried to kick Itachi, but he held her legs down with his hands. She started screaming, but Itachi made no move to stop her.

"Scream louder," he said, his voice low and husky. "It turns me on."

Sasuke mewled from his seat in the corner. Oh God how he wished it was him.

Her eyes were wide and frantic as Itachi unbuckled the front of his pants. She tried to kick once more, but his hands were soon back to stop her. Leaking cock now exposed, he plunged into her mercilessly. She threw her head back with a shriek as pain wracked her entire frame.

"S-Stop!" She screamed as loudly as she could.

Itachi moaned in response. "That's more like it," he chuckled. He continued to fuck her savagely, screams pouring from her ruby-red lips.

Sasuke was painfully aroused. His cock strained against his jeans and he wished for nothing more than to simply be allowed to touch himself. Watching Itachi dominate someone so ruthlessly had him reduced to nothing but a lustful mess.

The woman's eyes were tightly squeezed shut as she continued to scream. She didn't see Itachi reach under the pillow to grab the serrated knife he kept there. She didn't see him move to press it against her throat. Her eyes only shot open after she felt the cool metal of the blade against her pretty neck.

"N-No," she sobbed, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please stop!"

Itachi laughed throatily. "I love it when they beg," he said, his eyes gleaming with insanity. He slowed his hips down a bit and ran the dull edge of the knife against her throat. She was shaking with terror.

"It's been fun," he said, his tone light and almost amused, "it really has, but now it's time for our game to be over!"

With punctuation, he sliced her throat open.

A gargled scream ripped her lips open as her throat filled with blood. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body convulsed. The life quickly drained out of her, blood splattering all over Itachi. He grinned wickedly as the woman died.

Itachi increased the speed of his hips. This whole ordeal had brought him incredibly close to completion. With a few more thrusts he came into the woman's lifeless body. He allowed himself a moment to steady his breathing, then pulled out of her and sat back on the bed.

Sasuke panted in the corner. He was unbearably hard just from watching.

"Nii-san," he pleaded. "Please, please fuck me. I need it."

Itachi simply smirked at the younger.

"Really? Did watching me fuck and kill some random whore really get you that worked up?"

Sasuke nodded fervently. "Please fuck me," he begged. "Cut me, burn me, stab me, fuck me, just please, please touch me."

Itachi stood from the bed and strode over to Sasuke's writhing form. He straddled his baby brother and gyrated against his hardness. Sasuke threw his head back and mewled. He stared into his brother's charcoal eyes and bit his lip. This gorgeous creature above him, this amazing being who was too perfect, too flawless, too sexy to be human. He moaned louder and fought against the biting cuffs to meet Itachi's thrusts.

"God, aniki, please!"

"I am your god."

"You are my god," he breathed.

"You worship me."

Sasuke nodded.

Itachi smirked and leaned down to capture his brother's lips in a searing kiss. Sasuke moaned into the kiss and fought harder against his restraints. He wanted this so badly it hurt.

"Itachi, please touch me, please, please," he cried, but Itachi's mouth over his muffled his pleas.

"How badly do you want it, otouto?" Itachi reached down and fondled Sasuke's cock through his jeans. "You don't seem to want it that bad..."

"I do! I do, nii-san, please give it to me!" He arched his back in the chair and felt a trickle of blood ghost down his hand.

Itachi's hand squeezed tighter until Sasuke couldn't breathe properly anymore.

"I-Itachi," he mewled.

"Want to try something new, Sasuke?" Itachi nipped at Sasuke's neck, bruising the skin. Sasuke hummed deep in his throat and let out breathy gasps. He tipped his head back and practically begged for Itachi to keep biting every inch of him.

"Yes, sir," Sasuke breathed.

Itachi smiled. He stood from his position on Sasuke with one last stroke to the crotch of his pants and moved to the nightstand. He opened the mahogany drawer and pulled out a blue and red lighter; on the side was the crest of the company, the white outline of a traditional Japanese fan. Itachi turned around and flicked the flame once, twice, and then held it the third. He strode over to Sasuke and sat in his lap again, pressing their cocks flush against one another.

"Open your mouth, otouto," he breathed, teasing Sasuke's neck with the tiny flame, "let me see your tongue."

Sasuke's breathing came in quick huffs at the lovingly painful burn of the fire. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The little black piercing in his mouth poked out and Itachi thought this was the best place to start their night's games. He set the flame to Sasuke's tongue. Sasuke cried out and threw his head back, but only from the shock. He wanted pain like anyone else wanted air. Itachi brought his other hand up and yanked Sasuke's head back to the flame.

"No," he growled, "lick it."

Sasuke moaned and bucked his hips against Itachi's, even though the only real friction he got was from the cuffs cutting his skin open. Itachi let go of the trigger on the lighter, but held the searing hot tip to the bottom of Sasuke's tongue. The younger moaned loudly and thought he was going to scream.

It felt so fucking good.

Itachi pulled back the lighter and tossed it on top of their chest of drawers. He crashed their lips together, loving the taste of his little brother's charred flesh. He pulled away from Sasuke, a shiny sliver of saliva tying the two together until it snapped, and moved to pick up a tiny key from the top of the chest of drawers. He stood behind Sasuke.

"Do you want me to let you go?"

"Yes!" Sasuke practically screamed.

"Do you?" Itachi leaned down and breathed across the back of Sasuke's neck. He pulled a pocket knife out of his pants, one he kept for spur of the moment decisions. "How much?" He tilted his head like a curious little kid.

"What the hell do you want me to do, Itachi-nii?" Sasuke spat out the words, hoping to incite anger in his brother. He wanted him to be angry. He wanted Itachi to be angry and fuck him harder than he ever had in his life. His erection pressed against the crotch of his pants painfully. How much more waiting could he endure? Itachi tutted at Sasuke's disobedience.

"That isn't going to get you what you want tonight." The blade flicked from its hold with the press of a tiny button. Itachi moved around to face Sasuke and held the blade against his throat. "Or do you want me to treat you like I treated that whore?"

"You have no fucking idea how badly I want that," Sasuke said in a strangled voice. Itachi's eyebrow twitched in amusement. His otouto really was asking for it.

"Alright then," Itachi breathed.

He pressed the blade a little harder -but not too much-, just enough for a striking red line to chase the blade across Sasuke's neck. Sasuke tilted his head back to give himself more room to see Itachi's face. His older brother's smile gleamed wickedly, showing off his perfectly white teeth. He was so perfect...such a god. Sasuke moaned sadly at the loss of the blade when Itachi pulled it away. Itachi leaned in and dragged his tongue across the red beads of blood, savoring the taste of his brother. A huff of hair from Sasuke tossed some of Itachi's bangs, tickling his brow.

"Is that how you want to be treated?" Itachi asked. Sasuke nodded. "Really?"

"Yes!"

Itachi pulled the knife from beneath Sasuke's ear to the collar of his shirt. He yanked the knife through the fabric and cut Sasuke's shirt off. He sat in front of Itachi, bare chested and nearly crying to be touched. Itachi looked down and smiled at the tent in his pants. He looked up at his little brother through thick lashes and smiled at him once more.

"Do you want me to touch you like this?"

He kneeled in front of Sasuke and took up a pert nub in between his teeth. He bit down on his nipple and stuck his tongue in the entrance of one of his empty piercings; he'd neglected to put it in this morning.

"Yes!"

Itachi put the knife to one of Sasuke's ribs and cut a pretty design around it. Sasuke liked when he paid attention to details like this, and Itachi liked the myriad trails of blood that followed. He lapped them up, Sasuke a wanton mess above him and poked the knife in between one of his ribs, breaking the skin and causing Sasuke to yelp.

"A-ah, Ita-" Sasuke tossed his head to the side, sweat dampening his brow. "Hah~"

Itachi smiled and flipped the blade back into its place. He tossed it onto the bed -he had a feeling he would definitely be using it again tonight- and found the key he stuffed in his pocket. He unlocked the first cuff. Sasuke gasped and twisted his hand around to get used to the regular flow of blood. There was a fleeting afterthought of wanting to see that blood on their pretty white sheets again. When Itachi undid the other three restraints Sasuke nearly bolted from the chair and tackled Itachi onto the bed.

"Nii-san," he whined.

He bit at Itachi's neck and pressed his cock into his side. He sucked on Itachi's pale skin and savored the sweaty, bloody, musky taste of his brother. Itachi's hands moved to unbutton Sasuke's zipper and stuffed his hands in Sasuke's pants, grabbing his erection. Sasuke reached over and flicked open the pocket knife. He grabbed the blade and tightened his grip on it until he felt the metal sting as it bit into his skin. Itachi worked furiously in Sasuke's pants, making his grip on the knife tighten even more.

"Oh God," he cried. The mixture of pain and pleasure felt incredible. He'd been made to wait for far too long, and having to watch his brother fuck and murder that girl had aroused him to the point where he could hardly even think straight. He didn't care that his pushy behavior would likely get him punished later. All he wanted was to be touched, fucked, sliced, burned, raped, used, anyfuckingthing.

"You're so needy tonight, Sasuke," the elder chuckled. "Do you like watching your god slaughter those who are unworthy?"

Sasuke nodded his head furiously. "I-I love it," he panted as the speed of the elder's hand increased. He gripped the knife harder. He knew he'd probably have trouble using those fingers for the next few days, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

Then Itachi's hand was gone.

Itachi roughly pushed Sasuke down onto the bed, the elder looming over him. Sasuke was saddened to find the knife had been stolen from his grasp, but was reassured when he saw that Itachi held it. Pain dealt by Itachi felt much better than any pain he could inflict on himself. He'd learned that the hard way.

With a sadistic smile, Itachi swiped the blade over Sasuke's chest. There were plenty of cuts and scars there already, but he wanted to make more. He would never get sick of marking Sasuke's body as his.

Sasuke mewled and tossed his head from side to side. His cock twitched painfully in the confines of his dark jeans.

"P-Please!" He begged.

Itachi chuckled and flicked the blade closed. He threw it to the side, eager to get on to other things. He'd had enough of this bloody foreplay. He pulled down Sasuke's pants and tossed them away. He never allowed Sasuke to wear underwear so his job of stripping the teen was made slightly easier.

Sasuke's cock was now exposed, leaking heavily and nearly red with arousal. Itachi reached out and grabbed it, stroking harshly, earning a breathy moan from Sasuke.

Blood poured freely from Sasuke's multiple gashes, and the elder couldn't help but smile as their sheets were once again stained with the blood of not one, but two people. He threw a glance toward the lifeless body of the woman he had convinced to come home with him. She looked so beautiful, her dark skin drained of color and her eyes hollow and lifeless. He smiled.

A breathy gasp from Sasuke diverted his attention from the corpse to his very alive baby brother. The boy's entire body was flushed red, a stark contrast to the woman who was a pale ebony. But Itachi thought they were equally beautiful. They were both covered in their own blood, after all.

Itachi released his hold on Sasuke's cock and trailed his fingers upwards to collect some of the cooling red liquid. He slowly trailed his fingers toward Sasuke's entrance, but the boy reached out a hand to stop him.

"No preparation," he said, his voice high and breathless. "Please."

Itachi grinned. "As you wish, otouto."

He instead used the blood he'd collected to stroke his own cock, then positioned himself outside of Sasuke's twitching entrance. He plunged in completely with only one thrust, causing Sasuke to throw his head back and scream. His body hurt, it hurt so bad, but oh, it hurt so good.

Itachi continued to plunge in and out of Sasuke's entrance, groaning as the tight heat encased his swollen length. Fucking the whore may have felt good, but nothing felt as good as fucking his own flesh-and-blood.

"H-Harder," Sasuke croaked. He knew he was going to black out soon, but he just needed to cum before that happened. He was already so close. He looked up at Itachi's bloody face and moaned deep in his throat. His felt his stomach coil with the pleasure of seeing his brother drenched in blood. He looked so much sexier with the beautiful red covering his pale body.

Itachi's hips sped up. He knew he wasn't going to be able to last very long, not with everything that happened that night. He was already teetering close to the edge for the second time that evening.

Sasuke screamed louder than he had in too long as his stomach coiled and his balls tightened. He was so close, so close.

A few more thrusts of Itachi's hips and Sasuke came. He arched his back, screaming beautifully, before collapsing. He blacked out.

Itachi came soon after, emptying his seed into his baby brother. He hunched over the unconscious teen, his breathing quick and shallow. They definitely needed to do this again sometime soon.

He pulled his spent length out of Sasuke's bloody entrance, and sat down. He was still trying to catch his breath. After a few moments, he noticed Sasuke's wounds were still bleeding heavily and he felt the urge to wrap them. He stood up and made his way over to their bathroom to grab the gauze they kept there for Sasuke to wrap his bad cuts, then made his way back to the bloody bed.

He refused to believe it was worry that made him act this way.


Sasuke woke up to changed sheets and Itachi nowhere to be found. He tried to sit up, but grimaced and fell back down. His body ached everywhere, but it was a good ache. One that told of an incredible amount of pain.

He noticed the dead woman was gone, which meant that Itachi had left to dispose of her body. He briefly found himself wondering how he got away with murdering prostitutes, but decided to shake it off. Akatsuki probably helped him dispose of the bodies.

Sasuke simply laid there until he heard the front door open and close. He glanced down at his body -or at what he could make out of it in the dark- and was heavily surprised to find that his wounds had been wrapped. Itachi had never done that before, and this wasn't the first time Sasuke had passed out. How strange. Had he really been hurt that badly?

"I see you're awake," Itachi said. He flipped on a light which caused Sasuke to screw his eyes shut.

"You got rid of her?" He said while opening one eye slowly. Itachi nodded.

"I just threw her body in the trunk then gave it to Pain. He thanked me for such a...nice specimen."

Sasuke nodded. He understood.

"Ah, aniki?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry for being so...forceful earlier."

Itachi's face scrunched up for a moment as though he was trying to decipher the meaning behind Sasuke's words. His face relaxed after a couple more seconds. He smirked.

"You were excited. I understand. You didn't step out of line."

Relief crossed Sasuke's features. "Thank you, sir."

Itachi nodded and moved closer to the bed. He leaned down and pressed an almost gentle kiss to Sasuke's lips, but pulled away before Sasuke had a chance to deepen it. The younger was almost tempted to ask why he'd wrapped his wounds, but decided against it. Itachi was in a good mood again and he didn't want to set him off. They were having a good day and Sasuke hoped to keep it that way.


Cody: THE LAST LINE SLAYS BOTH OF US.

I LOVE YOU, DAELYN FOR PUTTING THAT THERE OMFG.

IT'S JUST LIKE;

YOU MURDERED A HOOKER.

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