Bleeding Sins
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Bleeding Sins
Title: Bleeding Sins
Author: pesha
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Uchihacest (Sasuke/Itachi)
WARNING: Contains dark religious content!
Summary: Meme fic written from these lines of dialogue from Pinkbunnycandy: "your blood will never cleanse your sins" ... "my blood won't... but yours will"
Itachi grunted with pain as Sasuke's roundhouse kick hit him full force in the stomach, knocking him against the trunk of the tree behind him.
He growled low in his throat and rasped through broken, bleeding li"If"If you kill me now, little brother, do you think God will grant me absolution?"
Sasuke sneered disdainfully, proud with strength age and his heritage had graced him with. "Your blood can never cleanse your sins," Sasuke responded darkly.
Itachi's Sharingan gaze flared at the flat statement. He let his reddened gaze slide appraisingly over his little brother's body; took in the changes time had brought him. At sixteen, Sasuke was tall, slender, and beautiful as Itachi never remembered himself being. His dark hair drizzled in shaggy, silken rivulets across his face. Itachi felt something dark and primal rise in himself as he noted the eyes identical to his own blazing at him with a fiery hate he wondered if even he deserved.
Itachi let the moment stretch into eternity as he devoured Sasuke as he himself was devoured -with Sharingan eyes that burned and hated and loved all at onFinaFinally, utilizing the distraction of thoughts of triumph in Sasuke's mind, Itachi pushed off the tree with a channel of chakra and tackled his slighter sibling to the ground. Pinning Sasuke under him, Itachi nuzzled his face into the slope between Sasuke's neck and his shoulder and breathed in the scent of his brother.
Whispering roughly against the fragile skin that protected the beating, life-preserving artery in Sasuke's throat, Itachi murmured, "What would it take for you to grant me absolution, little brother? Would you shed your blood to grant me that?” Sealing his lips over the trapped, fluttering pulse, Itachi sucked harshly, marking this blood as his own.
Sasuke whimpered at the unexpected turn of events and damned his body for its ever-readiness. His thoughts whirled much like the Sharingan wheel of his Uchiha eyes: I hate Itachi. He killed our clan. But. I loved him once. His smile as he watched me perform a kata well on the first try. What would I give for his absolution? He let me sleep in his bed when nightmares plagued my dreams.Could he pay the price Itachi was asking? He bought his eternity with our mother’s blood! Was Itachi asking for what he thought he was? Can I let him face Hell because I fear sex?
"Itachi?" Sasuke managed, voice a thready thin thing, "What are you asking me for?"
Itachi released the bruised skin of Sasuke's neck and laughed darkly as his brother tilted his head unknowingly to the side, offering him submission without realization. "A virgin sacrifice, brother," Itachi answered, sharply biting the skin over Sasuke's delicate collarbone. He blessed the maker of the ANBU uniform for its design which left nothing of his brother's lithe form to the imagination.
Sasuke grunted at the answer and hissed at the pain as Itachi drew blood. He wondered at his sanity as he felt himself lighten of his hate and indecision with every harsh suck of his blood into his brother's lusty mouth. As Itachi raised his head from Sasuke's chest, Sasuke thought of stories of vampire princes and eternal love.
"Would you save me from Hell, brother?" Itachi purred before sinking his sharp teeth into the skin over the other, neglected collarbone.
When Itachi demandingly gripped his bangs and pulled his head back to better expose the hollow of his throat, Sasuke whispered, "Yes," and thought of sunny afternoons watching his perfect, shining brother gracefully perform his exercises with eyes shining with love and admiration.
Itachi suckled happily on that tiny hollow, blood spreading from his lips to stain the perfect whiteness of Sasuke's skin a scarlet hue. His brother's words registered to him in a fog of lust behind a haze of rage.
"Fine," Itachi agreed, leaning up from Sasuke's chest to face his eyes once more, "You, little brother, will repent for me, so that I -through you- shall be saved."
Itachi drew the kunai from its holster at Sasuke's side and calmly cut histherther's pants away. He did not remark whether the sharp blade grazed Sasuke's vulnerable skin and doubted whether his shivering sibling did either. Shifting lower on his brother's body, he placed a wet, blood-slick kiss to the newly exposed head of his brother's cock and thought of how similar it looked to his own: large, purple head atop a slender, delicately curving shaft lightly traced with lines that pulsed with precious Uchiha blood. Itachi faintly rumbled at the knowledge of his brother's carnal similarity and slowly lowered his head down over that offered piece of himself, confident in his ability to bring pleasure.
The seal of his brother's lips around himself combined with the rasp of uncovered teeth brought Sasuke to a swift, shaking orgasm that left him too weakly dazed to realize himself being shifted and turned until he found himself forehead-down to the ground with his brother's breath once again at his neck. Itachi wasted no time on preparations, thinking ‘Absolution for sins such as mine come at a great price...and with great pain.’
He shifted his clothing to the side and immediately guided the familiar purpled head of his own erection into contact with his brother's virginal entrance. Rocking forward harshly, Itachi buried himself in Sasuke. He held those sososimilar hips in a bruising grip and proceeded to buck against Sasuke's torn entrance until the blood itself granted him the slick slide of conquest he craved.
Sasuke was sure he screamed as his brother entered him fully, but then waves of pain burning from his torn entrance up his spine to his brain ca him him to become a mindless whimpering thing to be consumed in the fire that was his brother.
Itachi's wild rhythm crescendoed as he worked himself in and out, harder and faster, deeper and deeper into his brother's shivering body. The rhythm built up to leave them both trapped in their circle of rutting hate, burning them both alive in each other, until Sasuke came again -harder- in thick, hot spurts that were lost on the forest floor beneath him and Itachi was reborn inside his brother in a flash of white and an appeal to a god he thought had long abandoned him.
Panting, shaking everywhere from exertion, Itachi pulled from his brother to collapse. Sasuke mindlessly rolled to curl against him, wincing at his torn tissue and bruised flesh. Together, they basked in the glow of glory of rebirth and renewal -one to another- until the darkness of sleep overtook them. The Uchiha clan had finally been revived: bleeding sins cleansed through bleeding love.
Author: pesha
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Uchihacest (Sasuke/Itachi)
WARNING: Contains dark religious content!
Summary: Meme fic written from these lines of dialogue from Pinkbunnycandy: "your blood will never cleanse your sins" ... "my blood won't... but yours will"
Itachi grunted with pain as Sasuke's roundhouse kick hit him full force in the stomach, knocking him against the trunk of the tree behind him.
He growled low in his throat and rasped through broken, bleeding li"If"If you kill me now, little brother, do you think God will grant me absolution?"
Sasuke sneered disdainfully, proud with strength age and his heritage had graced him with. "Your blood can never cleanse your sins," Sasuke responded darkly.
Itachi's Sharingan gaze flared at the flat statement. He let his reddened gaze slide appraisingly over his little brother's body; took in the changes time had brought him. At sixteen, Sasuke was tall, slender, and beautiful as Itachi never remembered himself being. His dark hair drizzled in shaggy, silken rivulets across his face. Itachi felt something dark and primal rise in himself as he noted the eyes identical to his own blazing at him with a fiery hate he wondered if even he deserved.
Itachi let the moment stretch into eternity as he devoured Sasuke as he himself was devoured -with Sharingan eyes that burned and hated and loved all at onFinaFinally, utilizing the distraction of thoughts of triumph in Sasuke's mind, Itachi pushed off the tree with a channel of chakra and tackled his slighter sibling to the ground. Pinning Sasuke under him, Itachi nuzzled his face into the slope between Sasuke's neck and his shoulder and breathed in the scent of his brother.
Whispering roughly against the fragile skin that protected the beating, life-preserving artery in Sasuke's throat, Itachi murmured, "What would it take for you to grant me absolution, little brother? Would you shed your blood to grant me that?” Sealing his lips over the trapped, fluttering pulse, Itachi sucked harshly, marking this blood as his own.
Sasuke whimpered at the unexpected turn of events and damned his body for its ever-readiness. His thoughts whirled much like the Sharingan wheel of his Uchiha eyes: I hate Itachi. He killed our clan. But. I loved him once. His smile as he watched me perform a kata well on the first try. What would I give for his absolution? He let me sleep in his bed when nightmares plagued my dreams.Could he pay the price Itachi was asking? He bought his eternity with our mother’s blood! Was Itachi asking for what he thought he was? Can I let him face Hell because I fear sex?
"Itachi?" Sasuke managed, voice a thready thin thing, "What are you asking me for?"
Itachi released the bruised skin of Sasuke's neck and laughed darkly as his brother tilted his head unknowingly to the side, offering him submission without realization. "A virgin sacrifice, brother," Itachi answered, sharply biting the skin over Sasuke's delicate collarbone. He blessed the maker of the ANBU uniform for its design which left nothing of his brother's lithe form to the imagination.
Sasuke grunted at the answer and hissed at the pain as Itachi drew blood. He wondered at his sanity as he felt himself lighten of his hate and indecision with every harsh suck of his blood into his brother's lusty mouth. As Itachi raised his head from Sasuke's chest, Sasuke thought of stories of vampire princes and eternal love.
"Would you save me from Hell, brother?" Itachi purred before sinking his sharp teeth into the skin over the other, neglected collarbone.
When Itachi demandingly gripped his bangs and pulled his head back to better expose the hollow of his throat, Sasuke whispered, "Yes," and thought of sunny afternoons watching his perfect, shining brother gracefully perform his exercises with eyes shining with love and admiration.
Itachi suckled happily on that tiny hollow, blood spreading from his lips to stain the perfect whiteness of Sasuke's skin a scarlet hue. His brother's words registered to him in a fog of lust behind a haze of rage.
"Fine," Itachi agreed, leaning up from Sasuke's chest to face his eyes once more, "You, little brother, will repent for me, so that I -through you- shall be saved."
Itachi drew the kunai from its holster at Sasuke's side and calmly cut histherther's pants away. He did not remark whether the sharp blade grazed Sasuke's vulnerable skin and doubted whether his shivering sibling did either. Shifting lower on his brother's body, he placed a wet, blood-slick kiss to the newly exposed head of his brother's cock and thought of how similar it looked to his own: large, purple head atop a slender, delicately curving shaft lightly traced with lines that pulsed with precious Uchiha blood. Itachi faintly rumbled at the knowledge of his brother's carnal similarity and slowly lowered his head down over that offered piece of himself, confident in his ability to bring pleasure.
The seal of his brother's lips around himself combined with the rasp of uncovered teeth brought Sasuke to a swift, shaking orgasm that left him too weakly dazed to realize himself being shifted and turned until he found himself forehead-down to the ground with his brother's breath once again at his neck. Itachi wasted no time on preparations, thinking ‘Absolution for sins such as mine come at a great price...and with great pain.’
He shifted his clothing to the side and immediately guided the familiar purpled head of his own erection into contact with his brother's virginal entrance. Rocking forward harshly, Itachi buried himself in Sasuke. He held those sososimilar hips in a bruising grip and proceeded to buck against Sasuke's torn entrance until the blood itself granted him the slick slide of conquest he craved.
Sasuke was sure he screamed as his brother entered him fully, but then waves of pain burning from his torn entrance up his spine to his brain ca him him to become a mindless whimpering thing to be consumed in the fire that was his brother.
Itachi's wild rhythm crescendoed as he worked himself in and out, harder and faster, deeper and deeper into his brother's shivering body. The rhythm built up to leave them both trapped in their circle of rutting hate, burning them both alive in each other, until Sasuke came again -harder- in thick, hot spurts that were lost on the forest floor beneath him and Itachi was reborn inside his brother in a flash of white and an appeal to a god he thought had long abandoned him.
Panting, shaking everywhere from exertion, Itachi pulled from his brother to collapse. Sasuke mindlessly rolled to curl against him, wincing at his torn tissue and bruised flesh. Together, they basked in the glow of glory of rebirth and renewal -one to another- until the darkness of sleep overtook them. The Uchiha clan had finally been revived: bleeding sins cleansed through bleeding love.