REVIEW REPLY: Hello there madam "her glitchyness" Thanks for the review! Yes, I take requests, feel free to message me when you sign in or leave your request as part of your review for this chapter. About the cabbage: I have this tendency to build a world in my mind and not get it out correctly on the keyboard- I do mention previously something about Sasuke learning something or another in "school". I think that in vampire school, one of the things that young vamps learn is how to identify and detect the different flavours and characteristics of human foods. Sort of like a culture class. Which is also why Itachi keeps comparing Sasuke to fruits- because he's learning about foods, and trying different foods, and doing that thing that kids to when they find a way to talk about the things they learned in school because they like feeling intelligent. I probably should have put that in somewhere... but I didn't, so oh well. That's why he knows what cabbage tastes like. If you're also interested in knowing why that's specifically the flavour of Sasuke's baby slobber that would be because when Itachi's a human (like in the show or manga) his favourite food is cabbage =D Again, thanks so much for reading and reviewing! I know this review reply is WAY too long, but I get ahead of myself... soo... Gomen!

A/N: I just spent so much time responding to that review... I can't even think up much of an authors note...

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'Don't let your brother bite you. Do. Not. Let your brother bite you. He has teeth. He can't bite you. It's wrong. It's homoerotic. It's incest.'

At one point, those were the thoughts that would cross Itachi's mind: careful, warning thoughts that played in his head like a depressing symphony made up of the voices of his coven. It was always the same with them... ever since that first bite.

But the first one had been an accident... sort of... well... not exactly. He'd known Sasuke was about to bite him- and done nothing to stop it. No, the accident was falling in love with the kid in the first place. If he hadn't already loved Sasuke, he would probably have been able to resist the semi-curious teeth as they first grazed against his skin. He would have pushed Sasuke away, and that would have been the end of that. Since he was in love with Sasuke prior to the "bite incident" (as his mother called it) he found himself unable to deny the child anything. Including his own blood.

A while after the "bite incident" Itachi figured that it was treated as something wrong for three reasons:

Firstly, they were both boys -Slightly disturbing.

Secondly, they were brothers- Extremely Taboo.

Lastly, Itachi first realized his feelings Sasuke was three- Sick.

And it was sick. But it's not like Itachi could do anything about it. He loved Sasuke. Not in an entirely sexual way, he didn't have much interest in sex when he was eight, but also in much more than a brotherly way... He wanted to hold him, and spoil him, and pet his hair, and kiss little tomato-cheeks, and sleep next to him every night. Was that really so bad? Was that really such an awful thing for an eight year old to do to their three year old brother? No... not that bad. But the bite was... a lot of things.

When he'd realized what Sasuke was about to do, he'd almost said no... and what a fool he would have been. It was kind of everyone's fault. At eight, Itachi was considered old enough to hunt humans between the ages of ten and fifteen. Small children couldn't donate blood without major health risk, and Itachi was still too young to prey on adults.

This meant that Sasuke was the only reason that people actually had to be kidnapped and brought back to the complex, and since it was never really decided who was supposed to find someone for him, sometimes people forgot.

Itachi never thought it was that big a deal that Sasuke would go a day without feeding. He was still chubby, so he could take it. Or at least, that's the way it seemed to him. Which is why he never could have imagined how parched his little brother was when they lied down for bed that night.

They were laying close together, and Sasuke's face was comfortably nuzzled into his brother's neck. It had been one of those nights when he hadn't fed, and it was already seven a.m. so the sun had everyone feeling a little irritable and distraught. Itachi realized when he felt moist lips against his neck that Sasuke was tempted by the blood he could smell and at that distance, feel.

"Niki?" The boy asked in a whisper-like yet somewhat desperate tone.

There were plenty of responses that would have been appropriate. Like:

"Sasuke, you mustn't bite. I'll ask mother to get you something."

"Hold on, Otouto. I'll make the cut myself."

"I already promised that I wouldn't let you, just hold on until tomorrow night."

or even:

"Here, take my finger, Sasuke. Don't do it someplace so sensitive."

But Itachi hadn't said any of those things. He hadn't said anything. He'd tilted his head upwards, further exposing his neck, a moment later he felt soft teeth grazing against his flesh. A short-lived sting and then...

Some emotion that he was not yet able to understand. A new connection that was born between he and Sasuke. A charitable feeling, that he was giving himself to his brother. He was, in that moment, Sasuke's possession. He was giving his brother his blood - the most prized liquid any vampire could ever acquire. The force that kept him alive. He was giving Sasuke his life. Yet at the same time... he was living through him, and because of that, he wouldn't die. His life belonged to Sasuke, and Sasuke was alive, so he was alive as a part of him.

Even as he was trying to find a way of describing the sensation of surrender, he felt another feeling washing over him. An odd tingle spreading from the spot on his neck that Sasuke was sucking, and spreading first upwards- suffocating his thoughts in a hazy gaze... then traveling lower... making him want Sasuke to be closer... but why? What was this odd curling that was building in his stomach?

Before he had time to identify it, his mother was bursting into the room and snatching Sasuke off of his neck. The violent withdrawal of the toddler was very painful for Itachi, but he didn't voice much complaint- deciding that a tiny yelp would suffice.

Mikoto quickly placed her youngest son none-too-gently into the crib that he was supposed to sleep in and rushed over to the elder boy.

"Itachi? Oh gosh. Are you okay? How do you feel? How long did you let him-"

"Just for a second." That was a lie. "I feel fine." That... wasn't exactly the truth.

"Are you sure? You don't feel strange in any way?"

Of course he felt strange. But if he told her that, she'd separate them. "No, I feel perfectly alright."

Mikoto hate gratefully left it at that and stopped pestering her son. That was the first day Sasuke actually slept in the crib. Around two pm, Itachi snuck out of bed and went down to the families library.

Something had stuck in his head... that unknown emotion he'd had must have had a name. And there were a few things that he would have to figure out if he wanted to know.

He climbed the small step ladder and reached up to the shelf. There it was... Now, to get some answers. Itachi opened the book, flicking over to the page he needed. There it was. So this was the feeling he'd had. How strange, the word that he'd been confused about for so long was back in his life yet again.

E-ROT-IC

–adjectiveAlso,e·rot·i·cal.

1.arousing o rsatisfying sexual desire:an erotic dance.

2.of, pertaining to,or treating of sexual love; amatory:an erotic novel.

3.subject to or marked by strong sexual desire

Erotic, eh? So he was being "marked by sexual desire" when Sasuke bit him. Shisui had already made him plenty aware of what "sexual desire" was. But Itachi'd never had the guts to ask Obito what "erotic" meant. Now he understood. And now he'd had a taste of that feeling. But that wouldn't be the last time.

Itachi sighed, turning slightly in his bed as he remembered that first bite. It had reoccurred so many times in the past two years. Sasuke was getting old enough to understand that it was a secret, and he couldn't tell or do it at such a venerable time again.

The weasel looked down at the slim, five-year-old lying beside him, and touched his neck. Sasuke had fallen asleep directly after taking his blood, just like the day he'd been brought home.

Itachi gently ran a loving finger across the child's neck.

"You've captured me, Otouto." He whispered, knowing that the boy couldn't hear him. "I'm yours in every way... and maybe someday, when you're a little older..." Itachi grazed a nail against the blood vein clearly visible under Sasuke's marble-white skin and continued with his private musings. "You'll be mine."

A/N: You have NO idea how hard it was to just write "you'll be mine" I kept wanting to go back and insert "In nine hours and twenty-three minutes" before the "you'll be mine" but that would have made NO sense at all... so I resisted.

I know the chapters for this fic are REALLY short, but by doing that I can guarantee an update at least every week, so it's worth it, right? *hopeful eyes*

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