A/N: Mkay this is the next chapter… I'm ultra sleepy so I'm not doing much of an authors note.

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"Otouto, I need to go hunt, are you okay by yourself?"

Sasuke rolled over grumpily and looked out of the window. "The sun's barely set… why are you leaving so early?" he groaned.

Itachi chuckled and kissed his brother gently on the neck. "Because I need to feed… and you've been tempting me all day. I can't wait any longer."

Sasuke took advantage of their position, reaching up to tangle his hands in Itachi's hair. He pressed the weasel's lips closer to his neck. "Drink." He whispered. His voice was shaking partly from still being exhausted and partly from lust.

Itachi's breath caught in his throat and he felt his fangs elongating instinctively. He could feel Sasuke's pulse against his lips, drawing him in. The smell was intoxicating and the feeling of the blood against his skin was hypnotizing.

"You're such a tease, Otouto."

Sasuke chuckled, leaning his head back farther to display even more of his moonlight pale flesh. "It's not teasing if I don't pull back, and you know that I won't. I'm giving myself to you. Will you not accept?"

Itachi sighed and opened his mouth, letting his teeth sink into his brother's neck. He purred at the taste as the blood flowed into his mouth. It was ultimate submission, he didn't even have to suck. Sasuke was allowing him to drink as he pleased with little to no effort.

The younger Uchiha moaned, already high on the rush of Itachi's bite. He could feel each drop of his blood as it leaked into his brother's mouth, traveled down his brother's throat and distributed itself into his brother's veins.

In truth, he was letting Itachi drink too much, but he could always grab a snack later. Itachi realized that soon enough though, when he saw his brother's pale skin manage to go down a shade lighter somehow. He hastily sealed the wound and pulled away.

"Why don't you ever tell me to stop?" he asked somewhat angrily.

Sasuke gave a weak smile and lifted Itachi's hand to his lips, giving his palm a light and loving kiss. "Because I never want you to stop."

The elder sighed sadly. "Go drink something." He insisted with a firm yet kind tone.

Sasuke nodded and got up. He exited the room, but not to go hunt. He had other plans that he couldn't tell his brother about. He snuck downstairs, then down more stairs to the deepest and darkest place in the complex. It was never bright here. The sun couldn't touch it. This was the place where the elders slept, but if Sasuke's suspicions were correct, there was at least one Uchiha elder who was very much awake.

He walked down deeper into the dark, he could feel his eyes glowing red, helping him to see in this darkest of dark. He reached his destination and walked as calmly as possible- not wanting to disturb the rest of any other sleeping ancestors.

This place was set up like sort of a throne room, and just as he'd suspected the throne was occupied. The elder sat slumped to the right, sleeping peacefully as another hand stroked his hair lightly.

Sasuke looked up and let his eyes meet the matching ones across the room. He approached slowly and opened his mouth, only to be interrupted before he could speak.

"I must ask that you not wake my brother, Sasuke-Kun. Please step away from us and let him rest." The man said sternly, continuing to run his fingers through that insane mane of hair.

Sasuke frowned. This was not who he'd come to speak with, but maybe it would do. "I need to speak with your brother. He hurt my friend."

"I'm afraid that's quite impossible. I'm certain that he hasn't left my side for at least ten years, and I've been in this room for quite a long time."

"So you're telling me that he managed to find a demon, wake the demon, contract the demon, and have the demon possess my friend- and never left that seat?"

Sasuke glared at amused eyes. "My dear boy, you couldn't possibly be suggesting that my brother would do something as immoral as fraternizing with demons, could you?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. I know a demon seal when I see one, and I know the scent of Uchiha blood when I smell it. The only Uchihas I know who would be sick enough to contract a demon are you and your brother."

The man laughed. "Sick? Is that what the kids are calling us these days? No, I suppose the coven was calling us that quite often when we were still actively living. Do you know why? Have you ever asked what made Izuna and Madara Uchiha so god damn sick?" Sasuke gulped, able to tell that the man was getting angry as he continued his rant. "Do you understand how our names became so tainted? If you don't get it, then don't judge us for it, and if you do get it then be a little more careful next time and don't come before me with a half-dead body full of foreign blood- else I might assume that you can relate to me a bit more than you'd be comfortable admitting."

Sasuke gasped. He knew that if he had the blood to spare a blush would rise to his cheeks. There was no way… right? There was no way that he and Itachi had really shared enough blood for his body to have more of Itachi's blood than his own, right? Well, he had drained Itachi near dead the night before, and then Itachi had drained him half dead that night at sunset… it was actually quite possible. No matter. It wasn't any of Izuna's business, and whatever it was that had shamed Izuna and Madara really wasn't any of Sasuke's business. Itachi knew, so he could ask later. For now, he had to focus on the task at hand.

"I'm sorry that I called you sick. Still, your speech doesn't explain why Madara killed my friends parents and shoved a demon down his guts."

Izuna glared at Sasuke with hatred as Madara woke, having heard his name. He looked up at Sasuke sleepily then turned to where his brother stood behind him. So quickly that Sasuke's eyes could barely process it, Madara grabbed Izuna's wrist and brought it to his lips, biting down savagely.

Izuna's other hand continued stroking his brother's hair as the elder man drank, until he began to get weak.

"You're making me weak." He said calmly, nearly collapsing to the ground as Madara continued to gulp greedily.

Sasuke watched in horror. IT looked savage, unnatural even. It was nothing like his romantic exchanging of blood with his own brother. It was rough, and violent. Izuna submitted himself completely to Madara, he didn't even complain a single time as he collapsed to the ground and Madara continued to drink.

"Stop it! You're killing him!"

Madara lifted his head from Izuna's wrist and sealed the wound.

"Why would you do that to your own brother?" Sasuke whispered. He could feel the familiar burn of tears stinging in his eyes. This is why he hated coming down here. Because Madara was sadistic and insane and should be kept sleeping at all times. Or at least, that's what he'd been raised to believe. In truth, he really didn't know that guy all that well, but he now had just cause to believe that the rumors were true.

"Don't act all high and mighty, Sasuke. You really havn't come here in a fit state to complain about a brotherly relationship. Look at you. Can you see yourself? Can you smell yourself? How stupid do you think we are?"

Sasuke winced, suddenly finding Madara directly in front of him. Not good. He was one very weak, very parched, very tired fifteen year old. Up against two legendary vampire elders- one of which was filled with fresh blood. Not good. Not good. Not good. He started panicking and his eyes darted between them franticly.

"What are you thinking? Trying to find a way to beat me? To kill me? To wound me, perhaps? Or were you going to dash over to my brother and try and kill him first?"

Sasuke took a deep breath. He'd told himself not to get involved with human drama… Now he had to grow some balls and just be strong and say what he'd come to say. "Madara, why did you implant a demon in Naruto Uzumaki?"

"Naruto Uzumaki? Never heard of him."

"You're lying!" Sasuke yelled angrily. He could feel Itachi's blood flaring in his veins. Truly it was much more powerful than his own- he was in luck to have it.

Madara shrugged. "I'm not lying." He bended down and took off his shoe, confusing Sasuke even more. Until he saw. Madara displayed the bottom of his foot with a smug smirk. "See that? You should recognize the signature. I can't leave this room. Or do you doubt your own father's craftsmanship?"

"Why did my dad seal your foot to this room?" Sasuke asked stupidly.

"Well, obviously because he doesn't want me to leave this room. The point is that unless vampires as a species are completely underestimated there's no way I'd have access to whoever Naruto Uzumaki is within the last ten years."

"Then why was the seal on his stomach marked with your blood?"

Madara shrugged again. "Dunno. Itachi, please take him back upstairs now, I'd like to get back to my eternal rest."

Sasuke jerked around quickly to see his brother standing at the edge of the room looking quite annoyed and somewhat concerned. "C'mon, Otouto. You need to hunt. Let's go."

He nodded slowly and followed Itachi back upstairs. It was a very tense silence, Sasuke knew that Itachi was upset about him keeping secrets.

"Why didn't you tell me?" the elder asked in a hurt tone.

"I was scared… I always hear such scary things about the elder's… especially Izuna and Madara. I didn't want you to get caught up in it and get hurt."

"Madara Uchiha and his brother don't deserve to be locked up like that. Our father had no right to do that to them, and barely any of what you hear about them is true. Drop the subject and forget it. They're beyond our help now."

"Fine. So sorry that I care about your life."

Itachi sighed, and turned to look his brother in the eyes. "It doesn't bother me that you tried to protect me. It bothers me that you were afraid of them and decided to approach them as weak as you are anyway. It bothers me to know that I'm the one to made you that weak in the first place, and it bothers me that you let me. Did you see the way Izuna let his brother drain him dry like that? I don't want that for you, Sasuke. I don't want that for us."

"Don't be ridiculous, Aniki. That's not us. Let's just… not talk about this anymore, okay? I'm gonna go hunt- for real this time. Then I guess I'll stop by Neji's place and see if Naruto's showing any demonic qualities yet."

Itachi frowned. "Neji should kill him before that thing rips him apart from the inside out."

"Neji won't kill him. That much is quite certain. I'm much more curious in figuring out how the demon got nested in him in the first place."

"Well if he's not gonna kill him, he needs to change him. His body isn't strong enough now to fight the demon off, he might have a chance of healing if he crosses over."

"Neji won't change him this early. He thinks he's still too young."

Itachi glared at Sasuke disbelievingly. "He's gonna let him die? Slowly and painfully? Demons take their time you know, they devour the soul, then the heart, then the flesh. It'll be agonizing."

Sasuke shook his head. "No. Neji wants to save him. And I want to help."

The weasel raised an amused yet curious eyebrow. "Wait, you want to help a human repel a demon?"

Sasuke nodded. "You'll help me help him, right?"

Itachi nodded, leaning down and kissing his brother's lips gently. "I'll support you no matter what you do. You know that. But please, don't do anything to get yourself killed."

Sasuke smiled, and returned with another gentle kiss. "Of course I won't. I'd never leave you alone like that."

"Did you know that I find you perfect in every way?" Itachi asked.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Sure, I'll remind you of that next time I piss you off and see if you still believe it." He commented jokingly as he walked off to go hunt.

"Don't stay out for too long!" Itachi called after him.

"I won't! See you later!"

Itachi smiled hearing the soft thud of his brother jumping out of the hallway window. He was worried for Sasuke, he was always worried for Sasuke. It was more than just a brotherly thing. It was more than the feeling of dependence that they had towards one another because of the blood they shared. It was out of love that he felt that way. Raw, confused, but powerful- love.

He hated and adored it all at once. But he didn't hate Sasuke. He couldn't feel anything for his beloved Otouto other than adoration and love… and maybe lust. He'd promised to talk about the lust with him. Maybe when he got back from hunting. Then they'd talk.

Itachi sighed, walking into his room and flopping out on the bed. All that he thought about was Sasuke. It had been like that for the past fifteen years. He lived breathed and bled only for Sasuke. And he couldn't have asked for a better existence.

A/N: For those of you who know me- you're probably afraid that Madara and Izuna are about to take over this fic. They're not. They're very, very, VERY minor characters in this one… kind of… right now… they're kind of involved actually, but you won't be seeing much of them so don't get too excited.

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