Itachi could not recall whether or not he had ever had a wet dream. If he had, he couldn't remember it – and if wet dreams were the same for all vampires, then he could almost guarantee that he hadn't. This was because if wet dreams were always the way they were when Sasuke had his first – then surely his beloved brother would have woken up, as Itachi did, from the mere pull of such an enticing energy in their bed.

It was the most thrilling, wonderful, and horrifying thing he'd ever seen in his life at that point. He woke, not certain why, only knowing that there was an invisible force that was yanking him into awareness, and then he'd seen it. Sasuke had pulled away from him, and his body was parallel to Itachi's, though now a few rather significant inches away.

His penis was erect and visibly straining against the soft cotton of his pajama bottoms, but that wasn't by far the first thing to be noticed. His eyes were shut, though in the darkness of their room, Itachi could see that they were rapidly moving beneath those beautiful thin lids. Sasuke's skin was absolutely radiant. As vampires, they lived during the night, so Itachi had long since gotten over the beauty of such pale flesh in moonlight and the resulting glow – but there was no moonlight here. There was no light at all, because it was just past midday, which meant that all precautions had already been taken to make sure that not a single drop of sunlight made its way into their family's home. Yet the boy was truly glowing.

Still – none of this would be the first thing that a person would notice if they were to have seen Sasuke at that moment. No, the most noticeable part of his appearance was his teeth. It seemed rather ironic, really – because a human would have expected it to be normal, perhaps, but Itachi knew better. A vampire's teeth would never be visibly seen like that. The only time they ever got like that, they were already sunken into a supply of fresh blood, and no one saw the way they curled and caressed a vein.

Sasuke's teeth made him look like a monster. They were longer than Itachi had ever seen them before, and they had a crescent curve that reminded him oddly of a saber toothed tiger. His mouth was open, forced as such – or they would have gone straight through his jaw. Yes, he looked like a monster, an erotic, and exquisitely beautiful monster. The exact type of monster that Itachi would have been elated to discover under his bed or in his closet. He'd never wanted his brother more than he did in that moment.

Then, there was more... oh, there was more. His neck... his neck looked so tempting it should have been a sin just to lay eyes on it. It was flushed red, and the veins rose tauntingly against the flesh, like they would for a human on a cold winter day. But it was not winter, and Sasuke was not cold. Everything in his body catered to a vampires most hidden and carnal desires. His teeth, so sharp that they'd slip almost painlessly into Itachi's flesh... his own flesh, red with the way that his blood demanded it be sucked out.

Itachi was already licking at that neck before his mind caught up to his body's actions, and he had to stop himself. He had to wonder if it was wrong to take advantage of Sasuke's helpless position, but he realized that it didn't matter if it was wrong. They were already underage. They were already vampires. They were already brothers. They were the absolute definition of the eternally damned, and a little sexsomnia wouldn't be what made him a bad person if he was one.

Delicately, almost afraid that such an offering wasn't even real, Itachi allowed just the tip of his canines to graze against Sasuke's neck. The blood came out so effortlessly and suddenly that Itachi thought for a moment that he was the one having a naughty dream – but at the same time, he'd never felt more awake. He felt more than heard the delectable way that Sasuke whimpered out his name in desperation as soon as the red hot liquid began seeping into his throat. Always his, always wanting only him, even in sleep. Itachi continued to suck, and he felt like he was drinking in Sasuke himself. It was as if every loving emotion, every lustful desire, and every cherished memory was pouring into him, down his throat, into his veins, all at such a mind-numbing speed that it would have taken his breath away had he been breathing.

Suddenly this felt so right that it was wrong. How dare he let Sasuke sleep through something as perfect as this. It was like magic, really – the way that as soon as the desire for Sasuke to be awake passed through his mind, Sasuke woke up. Itachi moaned as he felt his brother's drowsy awareness, and was astonished that they were connected enough for him to wake the younger Uchiha with nothing more than a passing whim.

Sasuke said nothing as he woke, but he made a sigh of absolute contention, then wordlessly reached for Itachi's wrist. The request was so understood that it barely crossed either of their conscious minds as Sasuke sunk his disturbingly sharp fangs into his brother's skin.

One suck, and Itachi realized he'd been hard as a rock for quite some time as his cock pulsed viciously. He shuffled himself closer to Sasuke, letting the swollen appendage find some relief for itself against his little brother's leg. Sasuke felt it there, and paused for a moment, gasping in alarm, before diving back into Itachi's wrist with a vigorous craving emotion that shocked both of them as they felt it taint the air. The younger Uchiha sucked violently, his mind tainted with some sort of anxiety that he was unfamiliar with, and then Itachi's position shifted again, and he was atop Sasuke, with his thigh between Sasuke's legs as Sasuke's thigh took the same position between his.

One tiny, barely noticeable shiver – and both of them shook with an orgasm so overpowering that they choked on the blood for a second, before hastily gulping it up, only heightening their pleasure somehow, even though that hadn't seemed possible.

It took several minutes for them to regain themselves properly, and when they did, Sasuke let out a laugh with such freedom and delight that Itachi couldn't help but smile along with him even though he had no idea what the hysteria was caused by.

"Might I ask what's so funny?" He asked casually, leaning back against the cool corner where the bed touched the wall, and kicking a leg up against his other calf as if he hadn't just had some sort of strange indescribable sort of vampire sex with his kid brother.

Sasuke just grinned. "You've been telling me we could talk about sex for quite some time now,"

Itachi nodded.

"But we haven't, not really. The subject gets changed, we get distracted, my best friend's boyfriend gets eaten by demons from the inside out – you know, the usual."

Itachi snorted, and nodded again as Sasuke continued.

"I guess it's just strange that with all the crazy stuff happening in our lives at the moment, the brief moment of normalcy would be something that we've never actually done before... that combined with the strange feeling of waking up and reliving the exact dream that you just had is oddly funny at whatever fucking time it is... what time is it? Can I go out and brag about our little bedtime adventure without getting fried?"

Itachi rolled his eyes and reached into the bedside drawer, taking out a very small analog watch that he kept there. "It's three forty-two PM, but I bet you'd make a much more delicious strip of bacon than whatever humans use in theirs." Itachi said, in reference to Sasuke's bad-humored suggestion that he would 'fry' in the sun. Vampires absolutely did not fry. It was much more frightening than that. Frying suggested you got crispier on your skin, which would actually cut off your sensory nerves and dull out whatever else you suffered through from that point on.

No, vampires simply fell apart. Depended on the clan, how it was that they disintegrated. Some would walk into the sunlight and have their heads fall right off of their bodies without further notice, then the pieces would get smaller and smaller until they were dust. Some would melt. Some would simply poof into a gaseous substance the moment they stepped into sunlight. Surely the most scary thing about the sun wasn't what it did it was the fact that by the time you knew what it'd do to you, you'd already be dead. Imagine that? Knowing that there is something that without doubt – will kill you, but never knowing how or why.

"Humans use... ugh! What's that little retarded pink creature called? From that movie Carrie, right – PIGS! That's what it was. Yeah it's pigs. Humans eat weird things don't they? Imagine that, animals that roll around in the mud all day and they chop them up and have a meal or two."

Itachi frowned. "I'm sure that an adult pig would suffice for many more meals than that, Otouto."

Sasuke shrugged, yawning sleepily. "Doesn't matter for me. I've got the best stuff right here!" He said with a sultry smirk, licking his lips very deliberately and glancing at Itachi in a way that could only be described as suggestive. "Speaking of this amazing delicacy that I so enjoy, your neck is looking sinfully undisturbed this fine afternoon..."

All Sasuke received for his efforts was a roll of the eye as Itachi deliberately faced away from him and lied back down. "Go to sleep, you Incubus."

Sasuke giggled. "Wrong supernatural being there, big bro. The word you're looking for is Vampire. Try again. If you get it right this time, I'll give you a big wet kiss!" He waggled his eyebrows in a way that he just knew Itachi was aware of, even if his elder brother wasn't looking at him.

"I do enjoy my kisses from you to be wet, but as you know, my liquid of choice is not saliva when it comes to what makes a kiss wet. If I were to kiss you I might be tempted to have another drink, and I think we are both drained of any and all bodily fluids, at least for the next few hours.

Sasuke pouted, but decided to be a good sport, and snuggled up close to Itachi's back – making a final effort in seduction as he laid a very open mouthed kiss against his brother's shoulder blade. Itachi didn't show one bit of reaction, but Sasuke giggled as he felt the blood rising up to greet his lips. It probably wasn't natural the way their bodies begged to be consumed by each other, but it was so damn sexy that Sasuke refused to bother Itachi by inquiring into whether or not it was normal for a vampire's blood to try and escape his body in an attempt to be drunk by another vampire.

Maybe he'd go down to the deep basement tombs tomorrow – because Sasuke bet that he knew exactly who to ask.

A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is so short and you've waited so long for it. It's seriously the best I can manage right now, so please try to be grateful for this little bit if you can.

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Love always,

-Beloved