Sacrificed

Sacrificed

Author: ladygizarme
Written for: Halloween minifest on the lj community queershinobi100
Spoilers: iffy
Warnings: sex, blood, strangeness, angst, character death, incest (sort of)


Sacrificed


His eyes are bright red and gleam with something wild and feverish that makes my heart race as he lays me down in the circle he’s drawn. Flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows across his face while illuminating his bare upper body. Is it passion or fear pumping my blood so fiercely through my veins? I can’t tell anymore. But it’s Sasuke, and I can’t deny him this.

I can’t deny him anything.

“Don’t worry, dobe. I altered the jutsu.”

I know that “pet name” is a ploy to keep me distracted by riling me up, but it’s a pitiful offering, swallowed by the roar of blood in my ears. I’m lightheaded and my vision tunnels as Sasuke uses a kunai to carve symbols into his skin—his beautiful body that I worshiped with mine hours ago.

He drags his fingers across his chest and draws symbols on me in his blood.

Paper rustles; his fingers make it wet. I don’t need to look to know what he has written. He ties the tag to the kunai.

His lips press firmly to mine. They are wet.

I lick my lips and my tongue drags against his mouth. I know this taste—Sasuke’s blood. It is bittersweet and addicting. Something hot prickles behind my eyes and my chest aches suddenly. I long to cling to him, but I don’t.

“You won’t die,” he vows.

My eyes lock with his. Conviction burns in them like fire. His eyes gloss over and I see a grossly distorted version of myself reflected there. What is Sasuke seeing, I wonder?

He brings his arm up. I glimpse the blood glistening on the tip of the kunai just before he plunges it into me.

I can no longer see Sasuke. I know I’m not dead, but I’m not quite alive, either. Someone else is here with me—I feel their presence pressing against my consciousness.

Is it you, Itachi?

My mind is clouded with familiar, powerful chakra. It isn’t Kyuubi’s—in fact, it represses his until his presence is nothing but an annoying buzz in the back of my memory. Like a dream where I’ve become nothing more than a floating consciousness, I feel my body move on its own, directed by the will of this chakra.

Faint words find their way to me.

“Nii-san.”

My mouth moves, but I can’t hear what I say.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

My arms are numb, but I feel them wrap tightly around Sasuke in reply. He is already holding me tightly, as if clinging to me will keep me in the living world.

No, not me.

“I couldn’t just let you go.”

Time passes, but I can’t tell how much. I feel Sasuke all around me, all the time. His heat warms my abnormally cold skin, his chakra fills my veins. His body takes mine in until I am a part of him as well.

“Sasuke, no.”

I hear my words, finally, but it isn’t my voice.

His hands will leave bruises on my skin that has become so paper thin, and I’m too distracted being awed that I can actually feel him to worry whether his bruising grip on my neck will kill me; kill Itachi.

His thumb suddenly moves, caressing gently where it’s just been pressing. His lips brush mine. A passion that seems long-forgotten fills my soul and I kiss back.

I feel a detached yet terrible desperation clawing at my insides, and then I can’t feel Sasuke’s mouth on mine anymore, though my tongue is still caught in a battle with his.

He moves against me, and I think I speak again. I can’t hear it.

“Naruto understands.” His voice breaks as he whispers, and I vaguely wonder if he believes himself.

I can’t remember if I do.

Dim light breaks through the darkness I have become used to. I blink my vision clear, but it’s still fuzzy.

I can make out enough to see that it is Sasuke who stands before me. Dark, red tears stream silently down the right side of his face. They make it really hard to believe the smile he wears.

“You can see now.”

It isn’t a question, and I have a moment of clarity when I realize there is no reason to wonder. This is a tradition Uchiha have followed secretly for generations, after all. I told him myself.

The Sharingan spins and the world shifts stutteringly. I see Sasuke move towards me before I feel it. His lips have that taste again, and I drink it in greedily—Sasuke’s blood. The tears must have dripped all the way down his neck, because I taste it there, as well.

He breathes heavily as he pushes himself onto me. The world is fuzzy but for Sasuke, flushed and beautifully-scarred above me.

“Nngh… Na..Naru—”

My nails are stained with old, dried blood, and drag fresh blood to the surface of his previously unmarked thighs. His eyes widen in realization and he sends the proper exaltation to the darkened heavens.

“Nii-san!”

His cheeks are wet when he looks pleadingly down at me, and I glimpse one Sharingan eye and one eye of faded blue before his face is shadowed by his bangs.

“You do understand… don’t you?” The words are soft; not spoken to me.

Something inside me fights to the surface, and I watch my arms pull Sasuke to me. I kiss him gently and whisper against his ear. I can’t hear it, but it feels like a promise turning to ash on my blood-stained lips.

There is a pain not quite physical inside me, yet worse than any mortal wound. Lying to your precious person; it’s like a jagged razor’s edge against your soul, isn’t it, Naruto?

I blink my vision clear again. The world is sharp lines and stark contrasts of color and light.

Two faded blue eyes stare blankly at me, drawn to my face by learned behavior rather than sight.

“Sasuke, your eyes!” he mimics in a voice neither of us have heard for ages.

A familiar reprimand echoes in my head, but he won’t let the words leave my mouth. He’d rather be deaf, as well as blind.

I lie obediently in the circle he’s drawn. Blood paints his body and mine. My skin stings, but I don’t complain. This is the least I can do, for Sasuke.

“You’re… not dead,” he says. I know he’s trying to sound firm, but I hear the desperate plea I know so well.

Birds chirp loudly in my ears as his fingers reach into my chest.

‘Foolish otouto,’ I sigh sorrowfully as I’m expelled from the body that was never mine, but now looks so much like me. ‘I’m sorry, Sasuke.’

I know there is no one left behind in my place, and the familiar, outraged cry tells me soon the kunai will have a new resting place in my foolhardy little brother’s broken heart.


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