Thread: Bound by Blood (captain levi & Razz)

Itachi was very much pleased that Sasuke had caved without much of a fuss this time, which really went to show how powerful and manipulative blood lust could be at its peak. Soon enough, Sasuke would learn to harness the ability to control his urges but that was a skill that was earned through frequent meditation and discipline, both things that Sasuke lacked at this time. But he would learn. Itachi would teach him everything he knew, and he had no doubts that Sasuke would make a prodigal vampire due to his familiarity with both the human and vampire world. Danzo's teachings would come in handy if he ever were to succeed the Akatsuki clan someday. For now, Sasuke was but a day-old vampire, only just learning to feed with Itachi's help. He welcomed him, his back resting against the bed's headboard to keep himself stationary while Sasuke experimented with different ways to draw the most blood out of his healing wound. It felt like Sasuke hadn't developed the special toxin in his saliva that helped slow the coagulation process of blood, allowing it to flow more freely for lengthy periods of time, but at least he was trying. Itachi chuckled as he felt the dull pain of the younger Uchiha's fangs scraping his skin, the pressure just barely enough to bruise but not break his outer layer of flesh. He allowed Sasuke to dig at his neck some more for the sake of practice, wanting to coax the younger Uchiha's true self out of its shell as quickly as possible. You're going to suck me dry, Sasuke, Itachi chuckled, one arm casually slung around his brother's waist and the other hand pushing flat against Sasuke's chest to interrupt his feeding. He grinned once more at the sight of crimson smeared all over Sasuke's muzzle, assuming that his neck more or less looked the same but with unsightly bruises left where his brother had none-so-gently gnawed at. Now, that's my Sasuke, he cooed, slender fingers reaching up, gently brushing aside his brother's inky fringe that covered his glowering red irises. They were beautiful and clearjust like his ownand it completed the vampire look Itachi had always known him to be. It's wasteful to feed like this. I'll teach you how to feed properly, he said, and when he smiled, the razor-sharp edges of his own perfect set of fangs appeared. Now, it was his turn. He had no doubt Sasuke's bloodalthough the medication's effects were just fadingwould be more potent for him than Kisame and Pain's combined. He had longed to connect with Sasuke like this, to drink his brother's essence and feel a dead part of him breathe again. Itachi tilted his head and parted his lips, his incisors flawlessly aligning with the younger Uchiha's jugular vein and puncturing it with a quick and painless prick. The enzyme coating his fangs caused the blood to flow freely from what only looked like two pinpricks on the bend of Sasuke's neck. Slowly, his tongue snaked up the column of Sasuke's neck and his lips expertly closed around the open slots, forbidding any of the crimson to spill out of them. As he fed on his brother's warm, virgin blood, his irises flashed a deeper crimson and the veins on his toned arms thickened. He felt power surging through his bloodstream, igniting parts of his mind he never knew could be unlocked this way. Hungrily, his tongue swirled around the holes and his lips suckled, the meticulous, but repetitive pattern making it so that he could finish feeding and leave Sasuke with just two freckles on his neck to show for the experience. As the wound was slowly closing, he gave the skin one final lick and even left Sasuke a kiss of gratitude along his jaw, mostly for being such a cooperative meal. His lips, unlike Sasuke's, was impeccably clean, just slightly tinged redder than before. How do you feel now? he asked, almost asking himself the same question as he felt more empowered than he ever had before. So, it was true that vampires often reached their fullest potential feeding on pure-blooded relatives. Or, was it the bond? When he had fed from Sasuke, he felt... a mixture of emotions he had admittedly felt before rage, fear, and even loneliness. Itachi's ability to synchronize with who he fed from was so powerful that he even saw glimpses of Sasuke's memories. Of Sai, Sakura, and Naruto. Of Danzo. Of the days the younger Uchiha had spent alone. He wondered if Sasuke could feel something similar, because some of Itachi's most significantly happy memories involved Sasuke. Surely, his brother could feel the immeasurable warmth that welled up in his chestthe pride and lovehe felt for him? It's... been a long day for you, Sasuke. Your body will still need time to adjust, so you need some rest, he spoke out of concern. I'll be here if you'd... like to ask questions later. I also have something I want to give you. It was a gift Itachi would give to Sasuke if the latter was in better condition. Itachi had been preparing it for years as a late present for all the birthdays he had missed and he hoped it would hold some significant meaning to Sasuke as it had for him. And, from the looks of it, the younger Uchiha did need a new weapon. His gift was a wakizashi melded and fashioned from all the metal parts that had survived the night of the Uchiha massacre. Even the blade that had slain their parents had been melted to forge the wakizashi's core, and Sasuke's name engraved on the metal to state its rightful owner.