Disclaimer: Still don't own…~

Warnings:Blood and lots of it, Yaoi Threesome - M/M/M, Incest/Uchihacest + Naruto (can you say... cha-ching!?), Cross-dressing, fluff, and definitely some angst.

A/n: Some sort-of smexing in this chapter. XD It trails into the next one…

Blood Thirsty and Hell-bent

Ch. 3

~matahari

Sasuke walked around the large marble-topped island in the middle of the spacious kitchen, headed for his parents who were sitting happily in the breakfast nook, apparently enjoying some last minute brunch. Despite the fact that Mother was one of them as well, she'd never felt comfortable on a strictly liquid diet, if you knew what he meant.

Father, who had been smiling a very small smile to his wife, blanked his face as his youngest son approached. Sasuke fought the urge to scowl at his Father. Schooling his features into that of nonchalance, he took his Mother's hand and turning it over, placed a gentle kiss over the light beating of her pulse point. It was a sign of respect, love, but most importantly trust, between the two of them.

She giggled at her son's actions. Sasuke and she had always been far closer than her and Itachi. She loved both her boys very much, but Sasuke was just hers, all hers. Shifting her overly large stomach, she faced her little-boy-turned-man and smiled warmly at him. Sasuke smiled back. "Naruto and I are ready to go shopping, Mother, whenever you are ready," he said lightly.

"Oh, good! Where is Naruto-chan, darling?" Mikoto addressed him.

"In the foyer, Mother." He noticed her starting to propel herself up and out of the booth-like seat and hastened to help her. Offering his arm, he added, "We can wait until you are ready to go, Mother. You should be careful of the baby."

She waved his concerns away, a hand absently rubbing her pregnant tummy. "Nonsense. There's no reason for you two strapping boys to have to wait on your old doddering mother."

The sarcasm was evident in her voice but was clearly, as always, his mother's way of poking fun at herself. He could hardly help the amusement pulling at the corner of his lips. "Besides, we have to find my lovely Sasu-chan something gorgeous. I promised remember," she winked. Sasuke didn't even turn his head at the derisive snort he heard from his father. Instead, he kept his full attention on his mother as she turned him around. "You go on, dear. I'll be there in just a moment."

Obeying, Sasuke went to join Naruto and hopefully quell the blonde's onslaught of questions/complaints that always seemed to be available in droves. He always caused a constant stream of what Sasuke could only define as palpable infuriation.

Fugaku turned to his wife. "Why do you always encourage that boy's awful quirks," he accused.

She scoffed. "They're not awful you old prude. Just because they weren't something evident in our time doesn't mean that boys his age didn't do it then as well." She beamed as she thought of her Sasuke. He may not have been the pride and joy of the Uchiha family according to her husband, but he was her pride and her joy. "He's unique."

"Unique is not always a good thing," he reminded her, face darkened. "Remember where unique got people in our day," he said, as he got up and left the kitchen.

She did remember. She remembered the awful atrocities that were forced upon innocents for being different. But this was a different place and most definitely a different time. She didn't know what her husband was playing at; he knew well that nobody was ever stoned these days or, god forbid, burned at the stake. Did that mean that the family was planning something? But how could they really hurt one of their own when the rest were just as odd if not far worse?

She needed to talk to her son, warn him. Just in case. A . . . precaution.

I flopped quite ungracefully and totally boneless onto my large bed. Which was very comfortable, I noted happily. Shopping had been completely brutal. How the hell could Sasuke keep up with his mom? More importantly how the hell had she moved that fast while pregnant!? God, then Sasuke had left me alone with her for a while. I shuddered a little at the thought.

No matter. I was going to look totally Hot tomorrow, with a capital 'H' baby! I'm not normally one for shopping (well...usually) but it had actually been pretty fun with the kind of taste that Sasuke's family had - it was like some unspoken rule: If you aren't well dressed you're not allowed to be an Uchiha. It was pretty sexy (I expected less from vampires?). Aren't they like one of the sexiest creatures in fiction? I idly wondered if the two brothers were anything like the vamps in Ino's supernatural romance novels. Probably not, I guessed. Of course, one could never tell with how hot the bastards were already. What could vampiric allure add to their already fine asses.

I stretched, joints popping as the kinks in my muscles loosened. I let my mind wander, hopefully if I let everything go I could sleep. Ever since I was a child, I'd had to forcibly make myself relax enough to go to sleep except for my junior year of high school when sleeping pills had become my favored companion.

I'd been feeling a little odd; maybe I should talk to my new caretakers and see if there were any bloodsucker reasons for it. Besides, the jerk offs hadn't explained much yet about my own changes. Deciding that I should see if they were awake still at least because I wouldn't get any sleep otherwise, I heaved myself out of bed, my body promising abuse for leaving it, and left the room quietly. Realizing that if I knocked loudly, I'd probably wake up any other inhabitants of this hall and I had no way of knowing whether the rooms were occupied or not, I settled on a light knock. My hearing had already heightened enough that I knew that Sasuke or Itachi should hear that easily.

No answer. I rapped my knuckles lightly again. I checked the door knob. It turned easily so with a conscious reprimand for my actions, I pushed inward just an inch, then six, then finally about a foot. Poking my head in I looked around only to find it completely empty. Huh, wonder where they went?

I was going to close the door, figuring I'd wait until morning since I couldn't seem to find them, when I heard a noise. It was like a low hum to my ears. Hmm, there it was again. The pitch had started to change a little... and then there was another sound only not as deep as the first. As near as I could tell, it was coming from somewhere off to the right, which meant it had to be coming from behind one of the doors. The room was dim, but one of the lamps on a bedside table was on still. It made it so that I could just barely make out a sliver of light leaving the crack under one of the doors.

I tiptoed (don't ask why) my way over to the door, listening at it for a moment. I could hear voices. No matter how much my brain was screaming at me that this was wrong, that it was an invasion of privacy, I couldn't seem to stop my ear from pressing to the door. That was when I realized that it hadn't shut all the way. The door had closed but the mechanism hadn't clicked. It was a terrible thing to do, but I gently leaned into the door until it started to give. Thank god, it was silent. It would have been a far easier ordeal if the Uchiha had built a traditional Japanese house with sliding doors, but unfortunately the architecture was as western as they came.

The crack was only wide enough to show the back of an antique looking bathtub and the side of the toilet. It was the tub that caught my interest though. It was easily large enough to hold at least three adults comfortably and sunken into the floor, but it only held Sasuke. I could just barely see his pale shoulders. Itachi was sitting behind him, perched on the edge of the tub's rim, only in a pair of black pants rolled up to the knee. His legs were slipped easily behind his little brother in the water while long, graceful fingers deftly moved through the younger Uchiha's hair.

One shoulder was pressed against Itachi's thigh as his head stayed leaning forward, bangs obscuring the side of his face. His posture was what was startling though; I'd never once seen Sasuke so hunched in on himself (well maybe that one summer his cat died - in his defense, we were only four) but he had always been the strongest person I knew. I was always the weak one. I was always either too emotional or too expressive to him - brash and abrasive, he'd once told me.

"Otouto," Itachi murmured, close to his ear.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," but surely that couldn't be Sasuke's voice. It sounded so distant and meek.

The elder Uchiha hummed, nodding, and I couldn't help but notice how all that beautiful black hair cascading down his back shifted with the movement, though it was still bound at the base of his neck. I'd seen pictures of his performances where his hair was undone, swirling with his passion, but it would be nothing compared to it this close up.

"Sasuke, you know he's just blinded by the prejudices of his youth. He doesn't really feel this way, it's just all he knows," Itachi said softly and as he collected the hair falling in Sasuke's face to lather it with the shampoo, I could finally see his face. Finally see his pain, as one lone tear slid down his cheek to mingle with the water of the bath. I couldn't see his eyes, but somehow I knew they would be a puffy red and more expressive than he ever let them be.

Sasuke huffed. "He thinks I'm a freak still," he whispered without a hint of emotion but so quietly that I started to lean forward before I caught myself. Itachi had retrieved a large pitcher from somewhere, one with a large dip around the lip to lead the water out, and scooped from the bath to pour it over his little brother's head, rinsing away the soft white suds. After replacing the pitcher in its rightful place he spoke again.

"Father doesn't think you're a freak, Sasuke," Itachi said firmly, "Now I will not let you wallow in self pity like this." He let his hands trail the length of Sasuke's neck to his beautifully muscled shoulders and down his back. Long fingers, still tipped in black I noticed (I always wondered how Itachi could be such a rocker at heart, but I guess it was things like this that gave it away), moved up and down soothingly and came to rest on those pale shoulders where they began to knead away at the tense muscles. Sasuke's shoulders slumped visibly and he let out a sigh that sounded as though it held all the worries his heart contained.

It seemed Itachi didn't just know how to physically release all of Sasuke's tension, but he also knew how to make him let go of his emotional pain as well. The younger Uchiha relaxed into the rhythm of Itachi's fingers, letting himself be moved like a doll, his knees moving out of the water as he pressed them against his chest, placing his chin on them, wrapping his arms loosely around his folded legs.

"This simply won't do, little brother," Itachi teased, pressing his thumbs in the hollows beside Sasuke's spine and dragging them down, subsequently drawing a long, content groan out of him. "That's better," Itachi enthused. "You were being far too quiet." He then leaned down, as I watched enraptured but with a faint surprise, and pressed his lips somewhere between Sasuke's temple and cheekbone, more gently than I thought he had in him.

Sasuke turned his head just ever so, hesitantly, his large dark eyes searching out Itachi's. My fascination grew further as Sasuke's eyes seemed to start glowing with an inner light, scarlet just barely seen swimming in those deep black depths. It was odd how his expression changed to something else entirely, something slightly feral, animalistic, but then mostly softening into what looked like submission. His eyelids lowered, and he tilted his head slightly.

Before I could figure out just what had passed between the brothers, Itachi leaned forward again, this time with parted lips. I clapped a hand over my mouth before I could gasp at the sight of his elongated canines, glinting with malicious intent in the candle light. An overwhelming fear gripped my heart. What should I do? Was this normal? Was he going to hurt Sasuke? I couldn't let that happen!

Oh, god! What should I do? What should I do? Shit! Shit! Shit!

I was panicking, wondering if I should maybe burst into the room and stop whatever was about to transpire, except as usual while I was busy worrying, things were happening. Itachi had sunk gently into Sasuke's neck after licking the skin there and the younger brother was clutching Itachi's arms to him and keening desperately like an animal. Itachi groaned, pulling Sasuke closer, trying to turn him so he could be granted better access to that long, pale neck.

And I swear to God (was I allowed to do that now?) that my jaw actually dropped when quicker than I could even follow their positions changed again. It was wrong. So wrong, but I just couldn't seem to care. It was beautiful and sinfully sexy and it honestly didn't once cross my mind that they were brothers. In fact, to my shame, that may have just made me hotter if it had.

Before I could see what was happening, Itachi let go of Sasuke's neck, blood still coating his lips and teeth. He looked like some wild beast and Jesus, God in Heaven I was getting hard just seeing it. Sasuke turned with as much speed as he could muster and before the shock could even set in, I was watching them kiss each other with a raw passion I'd never seen in two people before, Sasuke's tongue visibly licking the blood out of Itachi's mouth and off his lips like a starved cat as he held his brother's face in his hands.

"Waiting for him is keeping you pent up, little brother," Itachi managed with faint amusement when they pulled apart. Sasuke was still licking at his lips and seemed to be having a very hard time focusing.

"Nnn... I don't want to tell him yet." As Itachi sank fangs into the soft hollow in between his shoulder and neck, just below the first bite, Sasuke gripped Itachi's biceps in a hold that would surely have crushed a mortal man, nails leaving small red crescents in their wake. "If ever," he whispered, lapping at the now bloody half moons when his brother released his neck, bloody marks that were healing almost immediately right before his eyes.

"I heard that," Itachi said gently. "Just admit you love him."

Sasuke leaned back, sinking downward again till his forearms were resting on Itachi's thighs; I immediately missed the arch of his back and the curve of his ass that had shown. He looked up into his brother's face angrily. "So? I love you, too. What's your point?" He looked away, glaring at the wall beside them.

The seemingly inconspicuous answer made Itachi pause. His eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" he breathed out sharply.

Sasuke turned back to his sibling, acutely aware that something was wrong by Itachi's tone of voice. Then it hit him. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. For all his articulacy, he was left gaping like a fish.

It looked as though Itachi was eyeing him with suspicion, but his face also looked genuinely baffled. "Did you mean that?" Itachi murmured into his neck, nuzzling him affectionately. Sasuke's eyes went from their widened state to a more normal size and became slightly heavy lidded at the feelings his brother had drawn from him.

I scrambled up away from door and left the room like a bat out of hell - and jeez, that made a really bad pun now that I was damned, didn't it? One thing was for certain, as I reached my room across the hall: Talk or no talk, I was not going to get any sleep now.

If this was truly what it meant to let go and be a bloodthirsty monster lusting over the sound of life pumping through another's veins then I was so glad that someone had signed me up. Maybe vampires were sexy like in those stupid novels, ferocious carnal desires and pleasures of the flesh ruling their hearts.

Oh man. What was I in for now?

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A/n: Like I said, expect sex in the next one. Obviously, the rating will go up then. ^_~

--M