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T_T I want to write an itasasu vampire fiiiiiic.
Kinda want to revamp an idea and scenes I RPed with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarolynne, but while shiny on their own, they wouldn't make a good fic. We can't play more than one or maybe two characters each at a time, and we tended to summarize and gloss over a lot of stuff, and go more toward "that would be hot" than "that would be deep and believable and plotful". That's not goodfic. u.u;
Kind of anita-blake-ish sort of deal with a master vampire having a human servant (would need another term for it since that's the only idea we took straight from her and I'm pretty sure she wasn't the first one who had the idea of a human bound to a vampire for protection during the day. XD) Itachi started the link when he killed their parents, but didn't complete it because Sasuke was a kid and that would have frozen him at that age, and, yeah... not useful.
And of course we played tons of events between them, which I intend to keep... But that's not enough of a plot. So I'll have to think up something if I want to make it a full fic, butin the meantime I have a couple of drabbles based off Rp scenes. Which is pretty lame but itasasu! vampires!
... T_T why is itasasu so hard to write. It isn't fair.
01: Tell me
Sasuke rages, sweat dripping into his eyes, whirling and slashing and -- connecting. Hurting Itachi as much as he's hurting himself. The brutal assaults resonate through his bones, and his muscles scream, and his skin tears, and it doesn't matter because Itachi hurts too, and that's a victory. "Am I still not worth your time now?"
Itachi smiles, a faint quirk of the lips, one part smug, two parts mocking, and all too satisfied. He wipes the blood off his forehead, ignores the slashes on his legs, the gaping hole just over his hipbone that offers glimpses of his entrails. "No, not anymore."
The silent "finally" resonates through the air between them, and Sasuke doesn't know who thinks it the loudest. He finds out that he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with Itachi's approval; he was expecting to claim it in his brother's death.
But Itachi doesn't look like he plans on dying. He doesn't look like he plans on fighting, anymore. He smiles, a tenth of an inch more. Sasuke almost staggers back when, behind the lofty amusement and unshakeable self-confidence, he recognizes something that's almost ... pride.
"I need you to be my enforcer."
05: Claim
It's just a duo of faint, white pockmarks. To the touch, it's barely there; without a mirror to guide his hand, his few birthmarks attract his fingers much more surely.
When he could get a mirror, there were days he could see nothing else, even though Kakashi told him again and again that he was the only one who even noticed. Old scrapes, nothing to fret over.
Now he doesn't need help to find the scar. It thrums in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Come to me. Come to me. Come to me.
Nowhere is far enough to slip the leash.
19: Options
"I would rather you come to me of your own free will. But if you don't--" Sasuke snorts, gives a teeth-baring sneer, "--I'll have you anyway."
Itachi brushes a lock of hair away from a bruised cheekbone. Sasuke's eyes keep staring at the wall over his left shoulder.
"I would prefer a strong-willed, competent warrior to a pretty killing puppet with nothing but muscle memory and mindless adoration. But make no mistake."
He crowds Sasuke, slowly, slowly.
"If you don't come, I'll make you."
His lips against the bruise.
"Not having you at all is not an option."
25: Pets
Itachi is holding court. Rare occurrence; every monster and witch and undead corpse has come, every human traitor. To drink in their master's words; to question, to test; to challenge.
To take a good look at Itachi's new pet Hunter.
'Don't make me break you', he said.
So instead Sasuke bends himself so far, there's almost no difference.
Itachi spends the night caressing his hair, amidst decrees and condemnations; Sasuke spends the night having to trust him to keep them safe, because he doesn't want anyone to see the hate in his eyes. It would rather ruin the little act.
26: Room
"You've FUCKED in that bed, that's why!"
Itachi arches an eyebrow. His calm only infuriates Sasuke farther, and he doesn't care if yelling hurts his cracked ribs.
"I'm not sleeping there, and that's final!"
"I don't need it. It isn't like I sleep there during the day. I don't have a guest room for you, Sasuke," Itachi repeats patiently.
"I'll sleep on the couch!" Sasuke shakes with barely contained rage. If only he could do something about his anger. Broken arm, head trauma, cracked ribs, sprained knee; he can't fight Itachi. He throws himself on the couch, crosses his arms, pretends he didn't just hurt himself again.
Itachi stares. "I've fucked on that couch, too."
Sasuke jerks away, right into the coffee table. His knee doesn't thank him, his ribs either.
"The table too."
Sasuke stiffens, and glares, and eventually turns away, a curse on his lips. "... Swear you changed the sheets."
Itachi doesn't even have the good grace of looking satisfied by his capitulation.
Kinda want to revamp an idea and scenes I RPed with
sarolynne, but while shiny on their own, they wouldn't make a good fic. We can't play more than one or maybe two characters each at a time, and we tended to summarize and gloss over a lot of stuff, and go more toward "that would be hot" than "that would be deep and believable and plotful". That's not goodfic. u.u;Kind of anita-blake-ish sort of deal with a master vampire having a human servant (would need another term for it since that's the only idea we took straight from her and I'm pretty sure she wasn't the first one who had the idea of a human bound to a vampire for protection during the day. XD) Itachi started the link when he killed their parents, but didn't complete it because Sasuke was a kid and that would have frozen him at that age, and, yeah... not useful.
And of course we played tons of events between them, which I intend to keep... But that's not enough of a plot. So I'll have to think up something if I want to make it a full fic, butin the meantime I have a couple of drabbles based off Rp scenes. Which is pretty lame but itasasu! vampires!
... T_T why is itasasu so hard to write. It isn't fair.
01: Tell me
Sasuke rages, sweat dripping into his eyes, whirling and slashing and -- connecting. Hurting Itachi as much as he's hurting himself. The brutal assaults resonate through his bones, and his muscles scream, and his skin tears, and it doesn't matter because Itachi hurts too, and that's a victory. "Am I still not worth your time now?"
Itachi smiles, a faint quirk of the lips, one part smug, two parts mocking, and all too satisfied. He wipes the blood off his forehead, ignores the slashes on his legs, the gaping hole just over his hipbone that offers glimpses of his entrails. "No, not anymore."
The silent "finally" resonates through the air between them, and Sasuke doesn't know who thinks it the loudest. He finds out that he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with Itachi's approval; he was expecting to claim it in his brother's death.
But Itachi doesn't look like he plans on dying. He doesn't look like he plans on fighting, anymore. He smiles, a tenth of an inch more. Sasuke almost staggers back when, behind the lofty amusement and unshakeable self-confidence, he recognizes something that's almost ... pride.
"I need you to be my enforcer."
05: Claim
It's just a duo of faint, white pockmarks. To the touch, it's barely there; without a mirror to guide his hand, his few birthmarks attract his fingers much more surely.
When he could get a mirror, there were days he could see nothing else, even though Kakashi told him again and again that he was the only one who even noticed. Old scrapes, nothing to fret over.
Now he doesn't need help to find the scar. It thrums in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Come to me. Come to me. Come to me.
Nowhere is far enough to slip the leash.
19: Options
"I would rather you come to me of your own free will. But if you don't--" Sasuke snorts, gives a teeth-baring sneer, "--I'll have you anyway."
Itachi brushes a lock of hair away from a bruised cheekbone. Sasuke's eyes keep staring at the wall over his left shoulder.
"I would prefer a strong-willed, competent warrior to a pretty killing puppet with nothing but muscle memory and mindless adoration. But make no mistake."
He crowds Sasuke, slowly, slowly.
"If you don't come, I'll make you."
His lips against the bruise.
"Not having you at all is not an option."
25: Pets
Itachi is holding court. Rare occurrence; every monster and witch and undead corpse has come, every human traitor. To drink in their master's words; to question, to test; to challenge.
To take a good look at Itachi's new pet Hunter.
'Don't make me break you', he said.
So instead Sasuke bends himself so far, there's almost no difference.
Itachi spends the night caressing his hair, amidst decrees and condemnations; Sasuke spends the night having to trust him to keep them safe, because he doesn't want anyone to see the hate in his eyes. It would rather ruin the little act.
26: Room
"You've FUCKED in that bed, that's why!"
Itachi arches an eyebrow. His calm only infuriates Sasuke farther, and he doesn't care if yelling hurts his cracked ribs.
"I'm not sleeping there, and that's final!"
"I don't need it. It isn't like I sleep there during the day. I don't have a guest room for you, Sasuke," Itachi repeats patiently.
"I'll sleep on the couch!" Sasuke shakes with barely contained rage. If only he could do something about his anger. Broken arm, head trauma, cracked ribs, sprained knee; he can't fight Itachi. He throws himself on the couch, crosses his arms, pretends he didn't just hurt himself again.
Itachi stares. "I've fucked on that couch, too."
Sasuke jerks away, right into the coffee table. His knee doesn't thank him, his ribs either.
"The table too."
Sasuke stiffens, and glares, and eventually turns away, a curse on his lips. "... Swear you changed the sheets."
Itachi doesn't even have the good grace of looking satisfied by his capitulation.