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Thrill Me

There were shuffling of feet, heated arguments and curses that sounded as if a distance. The trickle of tap, the slam of doors and more arguments. Sasuke couldn't care less as his back creak against his cool solid wall, he couldn't care less that he was draped in nothing but sweaty damp fabric that twisted uncomfortably all over him, or that he was in a room filled with two suited men and a whole troop of them just outside his once existed door.

This is his house damn it! He could walk around stark naked and it would be his rights!

He didn't need to get up to pour them some tea or whatever high class booze they were use to. They can serve themselves for all he cares!

Or better yet…leave!

"Sasuke…" Itachi's voice echoed again and again. Fingers reaching to tap the side of his cheek.

Sasuke groaned, his head pounded, his guts churned in a violent heave sickening him to vomiting. He could barely move his body; he could barely lift his head as his entire being wasted in exhaustion.

He was on fire; his muscles were aching, heating him up in flames. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. He wanted nothing more than to stop this pounding in his head that was killing him!

Can Itachi just shut up for another five centuries or so!

"Get up now!"

Abruptly cold freezing water crashed onto Sasuke as if a truck had slammed into him.

Holy shit!

Sasuke snapped his eyes apart, his hands instinctively flew up as if self defense. His entire body clenched. Icy air sliced his skin, the coldness piercing every inch of him.

Oh God!

Swallowing gulps of water coughed chocked him. His lungs hurt, his entire being shook in the sudden cold.

Oh Christ!

Sasuke coughed, fury racing, mounting through his entire being as he blinked in utter shock. Dribbles of pearly fluid clung to the edge of his spiky locks, trickling down the side of his shaking jaws to his chin, rolling down his lithe form and drenching his sheets causing them to trace every inch of his lean form that was hidden.

It stuck to his thigh, his arms and his groin, tracing them shamelessly for them all to see.

Soft snickers and chuckles whispered fueling Sasuke's boiling rage.

He forced his gaze up towards the two damnable men standing before him.

The two damnable retard!

The blonde bane, Deidara that held an empty bucket ideally in his left hand. Admittedly, he looked nothing like a bane. In fact nothing short of stunning beauty that could wrench the air out of his lungs.

And the ever annoying Itachi, looking down right amuse at his state.

"Good morning" Itachi stated.

"What's so good about it?" Sasuke sneered leaning his damp skull back against the wall.

At once light ethereal laughter heightened filling the entire space. Louder…louder it became to his sensitive ear as he watched in amusement as Itachi's expression contorted to a sort of annoyance.

A smile twisted over Sasuke's lips.

Itachi didn't like being made fun of in front of his subordinate. He could get use to it.

"I think I can handle myself…thank you" Itachi whispered coldly.

It was their cue to leave and they did; still laughing hard. Deidara lid a hand over Itachi's shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.

"He is interesting isn't he?" Deidara taunted.

Itachi tightened his jaws; his hazel gaze bore into Deidara's clear azure in burning fury.

"Someone's piss…" Deidara smirked, giving a gentle pat he strode across the room, dropping the bucket just at the treshold. Golden locks trickled down his suited back as Sasuke watched him strode out the broken door and down the stairs.

Silence descended as the tap of designers shoes softened with every gentle thud until there was no more. Sasuke pushed his palm against the cold wall, pushing himself clumsily to his trembling feet.

Drenched sheets slithered and slid of his alabaster form, pooling over his ankle. He didn't care that he was stark naked in front of another man.

Why should he? Again…This is his house!

"So confident of your physic are you?" Itachi drawled in annoyance.

Confident? Well that is an understatement isn't it?

He had never been turned down by a woman.

So hell yes! He is confident! Confident without a shadow of doubt in mind!

"You tell me…" Sasuke smirked, tilting his chin up he strode relentlessly towards the other.

He could see Itachi tensing up, he could see the hard muscle clenched beneath his suited form, see the muscle of those slender jaw clenched as Sasuke neared.

A sudden thrill of excitement tingled within Sasuke's blood, a sudden spark of amusement prickled through his groggy mind.

He knew he would regret this in the next few hours, he knew he would feel down in the dumps when the alcohol and drugs are out of his system but right now, he could not think of anything he would rather do than to taunt this dangerous man to his heart content.

"Do you like what you see?" Sasuke smirked; tilting his head slightly his tongue peaked out to give an erotic lick of his lips.

His soaked obsidian bangs trickled against his alabaster cheeks as his fingers kneaded over his own pale chest, his toned abdomen, his groin tempting the other.

Haaa…

Sasuke parted his lips in a tiny pant, looming closer towards Itachi.

"Put on some clothes" Itachi lips curled in disgust as he turned away.

"Why?"

"…"

"What's the matter? Never seen a man naked?" Sasuke's fingers immediately reached forward to roughly catch Itachi's chin, turning them to face him.

Itachi's entire body clenched in shock, anger, mix with a sudden thrill of excitement that pulsed in his veins.

No one had ever dared man handle him in any way. No one had ever out rightly dared defied him and he found it oddly exhilarating.

It was as if he was a ring master in a circus facing with an untamed lion that was threatening to rip him apart. Defying his every command. Driving him mad to insanity, driving him mad to murderous but yet it provide a certain anticipation he could not understand.

A desire to strike the other out of sheer annoyance and the desire to let it go on for the thrill of the unknown.

What would Sasuke do next? He didn't know…he wanted to know.

"…"

"What's the matter? Cats got your tongue bitch?" Sasuke whispered, shifting closer.

His lean wet body pressed tauntingly against Itachi's stiff ones, purposefully soaking him.

"…"

"Why so tense? I'm sure you've had tons of men rubbing against you….with such a face like a women"

Itachi narrowed his gaze, his fingers lifted to lid over Sasuke's burning chest, halting his advance.

"Don't taunt me"

"Oh…what are you going to do about it then?" Sasuke purred, leaning more insistently against Itachi's cold fingers.

Ahh… It felt so good. The coldness of it, against his burning skin.

Sasuke is so close, Itachi could smell the reeking scent of alcohol against Sasuke's burning breath that brush against his pastel cheek. He could feel the soothing drumming of heart against his fingers and feel the coldness of water soaking his suit and ruining them.

And he could not stop staring.

Itachi could not stop staring into those mystic hazel eyes that kept him rooted to the spot.

Those eyes that hinted a certain wickedness that thrill him, that hinted a certain danger that excite him. As if he was treading on unknown water.

Sasuke would not dare harm him…but he is far from innocent either.

"…"

"Come on…tell me…what are you going to do?" Sasuke taunted, his other fingers reached to cup Itachi's stoic features as he pressed even closer, brushing his sleeping length against Itachi's clothed ones.

"Sasuke…"

"You came all this way to see me because you miss me no?"

"No…"

"Lies…" Sasuke leaned forward, guiding the older closer.

"…"

"Then tell me bitch…why did you come?" Warm breath brushed against Itachi's rosy lips, making his heart crash in exhilaration, making his finger itch to strike the other, demanding submission but yet making him want to smile at the sheer cheekiness of such a fragile brat.

"…"

"Why dear? Tell me…don't be shy…"

"You owe me for that stuff I gave you…"

"Oh…right…I forgot" Sasuke smirked; brutally releasing Itachi's chin, his fingers sliding along Itachi's slender jaw, his thumb tracing over those velvet lips, feeling the softness of it.

That's right…if this bitch could offer him such amazing stuff, he wouldn't mind obliging to this bitch's desire. He would screw him even if he is male.

Oh he knows Itachi wants him… Who doesn't?

"…"

"So…How much would that be love…?" Sasuke cooed, his fingers kneading down Itachi's clothed chest, feeling the smoothness of chiseled muscles beneath clenched. His fingers wittingly slithered to rack over the little nub.

Itachi tensed, a gasped threatened to shame him, shivers racing through his entire body.

His heart crashing in an instant at Sasuke's roughness that excites him, his blood boiled in anticipation wanting more. Wanting to see more, to see the animal Sasuke truly is, yet wanting submission, wanting to dominate the other to his knees.

Sasuke smirked.

"What's the matter…?" At once Sasuke's fingers reached down to cup Itachi's limp member with a knee buckling touch.

A gasped wrenched, Itachi's hand flew to grasp Sasuke's upper arm as Sasuke gave a teasing squeeze.

Christ!

"Sasuke!"

Sasuke let out a ringing laughter.

Itachi shoved him sharply away.

Sasuke laughed some more, stumbling back.

Itachi tightened his jaws, his gaze narrowed slightly as his fingers curled into a fist. He didn't mind cheeky little brat, he didn't mind insolent fools, but he'd draw the line when he came to being sexually harass!

And by the flames of hell! Why is he still tolerating this shit!

"You are so tense…umm…sure you don't need me to ease you?" Sasuke purred, laughing hard, his finger reached up to comb over his dripping locks.

He didn't know what was so damn funny but he didn't care. He couldn't stop laughing. Didn't want to stop laughing. This is fun…what exactly was fun he wasn't quite sure at the moment.

God!

Maybe he should stop drinking! Or stop taking those ecstasy pills like sweet tablets. Or just maybe, he should get some sleep…

"…"

"Oh come on…you mad?" Sasuke snickered.

"You will pay me two million yen by this weekend since you refuse to cooperate"

"Tw-"

Abruptly, shock and horror came slammed into Sasuke like a three thousand ton truck wiping the smirk from his very features. Humor, laughter trade in an instant with a torrent of pulsing anger and shock.

The saner part of his mind shrieking impossible!

"Two million!" Sasuke cried in shock.

"Yes"

"Two million for that measly shit!" Sasuke bellowed in sudden wave of fury.

This is a rip off!

Itachi smiled, design to irritate. It's an entertainment to watch such energetic mood swings.

"They don't worth even an eight of that price!"

"Maybe…but I never said how much they were…for all it is worth, you might as well have handed me an empty signed check for me to fill in the numbers" Itachi smirk.

"Fuck you!"

"Have you considered anger management therapy?" Itachi asked, turning towards the door.

He could feel Sasuke's murderous glare behind his back, he could feel Sasuke's desire to punch him, to strike him or even chock him, and for a moment of amusement, he truly thought Sasuke would foolishly try.

This man is full of surprises after all. And he liked it.

Itachi halted at the threshold as he looked over his shoulder towards Sasuke's blazing glare.

"I'll collect them from you this weekend…good day…" Itachi smiled.


As far as those who Sasuke could consider a friend, he hadn't much or any at all. Naruto would be the man closest to that description, but he would rather use the word associates. Many may use the word associate and friend synonymously just as they would use the word pride and vanity but not he. Just as pride and vanity are different, associate and friends are different too.

Sasuke heaved a sigh as he gaze ideally over to his jet black Kawasaki Ninja bike parked just outside the shop. His prized possession. One he would be homeless and starving to his grave before he would ever sell it.

"Here you go" Naruto muttered, setting down a bow of ramen in front of Sasuke snapping him out of his blank stare.

Sasuke nodded, picking up his chopsticks without a word. There wasn't much to be said anyway.

He couldn't very well tell Naruto to stop serving him those hideous long yellow strings Naruto called food can he? For the love of God, he is sitting in Naruto's ramen shop, what else did he expect?

Unagi? Sashimi?

"On the house again…" Naruto heaved a sigh as he wiped his hands over his orange apron.

Yeah…and that. The food is free.

"I know…" Sasuke slurped those nauseating yellow strings.

Oh dear Lord…how many more days could he stand eating this stuff.

"So what happen to that waiter job of yours?" Naruto asked, probing his elbow over the counter as he watched Sasuke force down more of his ramen.

Sasuke shrugged. He didn't have the obligation to report to anyone whatever is going on in his life. And he certainly didn't need to report to Naruto!

"You got fired again didn't you?"

"Would you just give it a rest?" Sasuke snapped, lifting his gaze.

Azure meets hazel.

Sasuke hardened his glare, daring Naruto to ask what happen.

Well this idiot just actually might… And even if Naruto did, like hell he would tell him.

What is there to say anyway?

He got fired because they found him taking a break…or more like not working when he was suppose to? That just makes him sound like a bastard! And besides, none of that matter at the moment!

He needed two million yen in the next three days! Oh God!

"Okay…so what are you going to do now?"

Well isn't that obvious?

"What I always do"

"Drink yourself to death?"

Sasuke tightened his jaws, annoyance tingling in his blood. Can Naruto just shut up for a millennium? And that bastard Itachi too…They are acting like his mom for God sake!

Did he mom just resurrected and he didn't know anything about it!

"Or maybe sleep yourself to the next century Sasuke?"

"What's your problem!" Sasuke spat in pulsing fury, his fingers tightened over his wooden chopstick.

"What's my problem?"

"Are you deaf now!"

"No! But thank you for asking! You know damn well what my problem is!"

"Well sorry! Did Hinata refuse to have sex with you last night! Well I'm so remorseful to hea-"

"You are the problem Sasuke! Do you expect me to feed you for the rest of your life!" Naruto shouted, slamming his hand against the counter.

Several heads in the shop turned towards Naruto, whisper murmured and fingers pointed. Naruto groaned, wiping his hands over his features in frustration.

Sasuke narrowed his gaze, setting down his chopstick as calmly as he could. Anger, rage pulsing through his veins like molten lava. Pressure building in his chest with mounting frustration as if a volcano ready to erupt anytime.

So he wasn't really good at jobs, so what!

Did Naruto have to embarrass him this way? Did Naruto have to shout to the whole world that he is an asshole! That he couldn't do a thing right! That he could never keep a job more than a month of less!

"Sasuke…"

"…"

"Sasuke…I'm sorry" Naruto muttered urgently.

"I understand…" Sasuke gritted, standing to his feet, resisting the urge to just knock the steaming bowl right off the counter in rage. His fingers curled, shook in blazing fury and frustration.

"Sasuke please just sit down"

"Really?" Sasuke growled, venom dripping from his word.

"For God sake I'm worried about you!"

"…"

"Just sit down and eat okay?" Naruto begged, tapping the table slightly.

"…"

"Sasuke…look...I've told you before, I would hire you if you would accept it"

"…"

"It's not much but at least you can pay your rent"

"No! And how ma-"

"Okay…just…just sit down please…"

"…"

"Sasuke..."

Sasuke grudgingly nodded, sitting down he picked up his chopstick.

Relief drenched over Naruto like freezing water with a mix to suspicions as he watched Sasuke eat. Of course he is glad that Sasuke did as he was told for once in his life but it wasn't normal.

Not by a long shot.

"Umm… Are you in trouble?" Naruto whispered uncertainly.

At once, Sasuke's entire body clenched at Naruto's words. His guts wrenched, his heart hammered not knowing why as he forced more noodles down his throat.

"Sasuke...i'm your friend...tell me"

"..."

What sort of a bastard is he if he gets Naruto involve too? What sort of a useless jerk would that make him if he asked Naruto for money again?

Hinata is going to flip! But he knows Naruto would go to hell and back for him if he asked him to.

"Sasuke?"

Sasuke lifted his gaze. Naruto did asked...

"I need two million yen in three days"

"Two mil-" Naruto chocked.

"In three days…" Sasuke said dryly.

It wouldn't even be an understatement to say that Naruto look furious enough to kill him right at that moment. He couldn't even blame him if he actually did kill him.

He might as well have presented Naruto with a divorce paper with his wife!

But hey…bachelor's life isn't so bad. And he wasn't forcing Naruto to do anything he didn't want to. He didn't even ask Naruto for money to be technical.

He was just conveying what he needed.

"What did you do?" Naruto forced out.

"…"

"What have you got yourself involve in?"

Sasuke blinked.

Honestly?

"I don't know…" Sasuke murmured. He didn't.

He hadn't a clue whom Itachi was but he was damn sure he didn't want to find out.

Beneath that elegant face, that gentle temperament, that sweet smile and dark voice that could send thrills of excitement down anyone's spine, Itachi is dangerous.


The rustle of paper crunch and flickered as Itachi turned over more on his weekly report. Looking through the income of his exports, night clubs, alcohol store, firearms and the list goes on. Flipping another page of numbers and words he couldn't take it anymore.

Truth be told, there was really no need for him to look through them. His father would be looking through the same thing soon enough anyway. So it wouldn't really matter if he didn't read every single written line to detail.

No doubt he would get a lecture if he was to miss some vital details but other than that it was fine. He isn't the head of this business and hadn't really the power to do any major decision without his father's consent anyway.

"And so that concludes the report" His private secretary muttered, snapping Itachi out of this thoughts.

He hadn't been paying attention but he wasn't about to admit it. Itachi nodded, closing his file he lay them down on his desk as he lifted his gaze towards the blond before him.

That narrow nose, those clear azure orbs and platinum blond locks that meet his vision were ever the same. Day after day, weeks after weeks, months after months.

"You need me to repeat them again don't you?" The blond groaned in frustration.

"Thank you Deidara…you know me well" Itachi smiled.

Deidara heaved a sigh, his fingers tightened over the documents he held. Oh he knew Itachi well alright, he knew his so well he wished he didn't.

Itachi may be the child prodigy of the yakuza but he is still a typical young male pump full with hormone and with attention spends for things he finds unexciting as much as a goldfish!

Honestly most male Itachi's age would be out drinking, getting trash, and probably waking up in beds they don't know how they got there and figuring out their life, not sitting in a multibillion dollar firm in a two thousand dollar suit as a junior CEO.

Itachi is twenty two for God sake!

Itachi turned his gaze towards his Rolex watch, a smile twist over his rosy lips. It's almost six.

"Itachi!" Deidara snapped in annoyance.

"Ah yes…we can continue tomorrow" Itachi muttered.

Standing to his feet he grabbed his coat hang just over his seat.

"Wa-"

"I'll look through them later" Itachi strode pass Deidara and out the room.

"Wait!"

Itachi increase his stride down the hallway, passing more desk, clicking of the keyboards and incoming fax. He didn't bother to stop even as Deidara called him.

In a motion he pressed the descend button on the elevator and enter. He needed to be somewhere later tonight but he fancy a shower and some rest before that.

"Wow! Hold it!" At once a hand stuck between the silver door and it sprang open again. The metal door clanged.

"Sasori…" Itachi nodded as the red head enter, pressing the silver button to the parking beneath Itachi's.

"I need a pay rise" Sasori muttered, standing beside Itachi as the lift descended.

Itachi blinked. Well obviously this man has no love for the art of conversation.

"I assure you your pay is the same as Deidara"

"It should be higher"

"And why is that?"

"I work harder than Deidara"

A soft chuckle wrench from Itachi's throat as he shook his head in disbelief. That's a whole bunch of nonsense if you ask him. Sasori is his secretary as Deidara is, if anyone does more work, its Deidara.

"You don't think I work harder than him?" Sasori questioned, turning to regard the other by his side.

Emerald meets hazel. Sasori's thin lips curled into an innocent smile.

"No"

"I do"

Itachi lifted a brow in astonishment. Well this he got to hear.

"Enlighten me"

"I have to work harder mentally"

"…"

"I do! I have a longer attention spend for the bullshit you come up with and I don't question your ludicrous request"

"…"

"Don't you agree?"

At that moment the elevator sprung open. Itachi shook his head.

"Itachi"

"Good day Sasori…Just make sure you don't kill him" Itachi muttered shifting out of the elevator with ease.

"Why do I have to do it?" Sasori growled, combing his slender fingers over his velvet red locks in frustration.

"Because you have a longer attention spend for nonsense and you don't question me" Itachi smirked as the elevator closes again.


"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen". (The Lord's Prayer).

Amen indeed.

Sasuke would have been more than pleased to recite the Lord's Prayer day and night if by doing so the Lord would look down upon him and help him as he did now.

The crowd roared, at the sound of a deafening horn, the sound of engine exploded and echoed through the entire city of night. The screech of wheels the scent of oil waffled through the entire ambiance as he pushed his way with his Kawasaki bike to the starting point again.

Who would have thought of his luck? A street race just before the weekend.

A good chance he could win enough to pay that damnable man back.

"Sasuke! Come on I found another fool who wants to challenge you" Naruto shouted through the crowd, pushing sweaty bodies aside as he rushed towards Sasuke.

Naruto clad in black leather and booths very much like his own looked no different from the next racer though Naruto doesn't race. At least not anymore.

"So you up for it?" Naruto asked.

"You kidding? I need every penny I can get" Sasuke growled, his finger tightened over the sweaty handle of his bike as he halt at the red taped starting line for the fifth time this night.

Sweat rolled down his temple, his lips parted slightly in silent pant.

He could feel his entire body shaking, he could feel the rush of adrenaline and thrilling excitement that burn through his blood. Riding at break neck speed without those annoying safety helmets or fireproof suit, he lives on the edge. One slight mistake and he may as well be dead if not paralyze.

But hey…it's not like he wants to live forever and honestly, he couldn't be bothered if he died right there and then.

His philosophy?

Live today as it is and let tomorrow worry for itself.

"So who's this idiot?" Sasuke asked looking towards the empty spot by his right.

"Hyuuga Neji" Naruto smirked as he turned to regard the other. Watching Sasuke's reaction that remained indifferent.

Neji… Sasuke's rival as old as the time when Sasuke started racing. Some rich kid down the block.

"Still in?" Naruto taunted.

Sasuke let out a soft cold chuckle, a sinister smirk curled over his rosy lips. In a slick motion, he swung his leather booths over the ebony seat. The sleeves of his zipped leather jacket pulled slightly up his leather adorn wrist.

Still in? Why not? He did not fear some pretty boy whose papa have to bribe the police a hell load of cash to keep his precious son out of jail.

And speak the devil…

Sasuke spotted Neji clad in his ivory leather jacket amid the cheering crowd.

There was no mistaking it, those pale silver eyes that were looked at him tauntingly, that same smirk of those thin lips and his midnight locks that trickle down his back to his waist.

What the hell? By the saints, then who is he racing?

At once a soft hum of engine resonated beside him, his heart crashed, his blood chilled as he willed himself to turn towards his opponent.

"Hello" That voice.

Sasuke's entire body clenched stiff at the vision that exploded over his eyes. His heart stopped, no…erupted in his mouth, his blood churned, his guts heaved and twist as an overwhelming urge to throw up suddenly drown him.

Adrenaline ripped through his veins like wild fire, his mind blanked.

No…Hell no!

"Itachi?" Sasuke could barely speak, trembles racking through his entire being.

He is racing Itachi? What on hell is this rich shit even doing here?

"Good evening" Itachi spoke.

Sasuke couldn't utter a single word as his gaze roamed all over the other in astonishment. Itachi clad in black and red bike racing suit was straddling a jet black Mavizen.

Those predatory gazes were bored into him, sucking the air out of his constricted lungs, and yet he couldn't stop staring. Couldn't stop gapping even as a taunting smirk touch Itachi's rosy lips.

"Where's Neji?" Naruto asked aloud staring at Itachi in surprise.

Itachi smiled his signature smile; lifting his slender fingers he reached to tie his midnight locks at the base of his skull. Midnight locks trickled and stirred, falling like velvet curtains down his strong back, his obsidian bangs caress and frame his sharp pastel features.

Naruto could barely help but gawk the older male.

"Neji-san? Oh aren't you a sweet thing? Worrying about your rival" Itachi chuckle.

At once, unexpectedly, Sasuke felt an overwhelming urge to hit Naruto. He felt an overwhelming urge to shout at Naruto to stop staring!

He didn't like Naruto staring at Itachi! Hell he didn't even like Naruto speaking to Itachi! Or have anything to do with the bastard!

And Stop smiling damn it! Sasuke didn't like Itachi's damn smile either.

"Um…Neji is-"

"A little preoccupied I would say" Itachi smiled, putting on his helmet. A soft light laughter pierced the thunderous racket as if bells.

"Is he in some sort of tro-"

"He is excellent"

"Ah"

"You truly are foolishly kin-"

Christ! This is sickening!

"Naruto! Get the fuck out of the way this isn't a fucking chat room! And dear 'Neji-san' is right over there if you must know!" Sasuke snapped, anger rising in him.

Naruto seemed stunned for a moment, as a light blush rose in his cheek.

"Naruto! Get! Off! The! Track!" Sasuke spat every single word.

"Ri-right…Good luck" Naruto stammered slightly as he backed to leap over the metal fence to join the roaring crowd.

"And what the hell are you doing?" Sasuke hissed, hardly keeping the irritation in his voice.

He didn't know why he was so goaded but he didn't want to think about it at the moment. For all he knows, Naruto could get himself killed by Itachi and he wouldn't be bothered!

But he didn't like Itachi talking to Naruto! He didn't like Itachi luring and playing Naruto with his damn charming florid words! Point blank!

Itachi shrugged, turning his gaze towards the track before him.

"If you win…you don't owe me anything and I'll give you one thing that you as-"

"Not that asshole! I don't want you talking to h-"

"If you lose…you are coming home with me for the night and you can't use your winnings to pay me back"

Sasuke tightened his jaws, his fingers clenched tighter over his handle in mounting anger, ready to explode.

How dare Itachi God damn interrupt him!

"Agree?" Itachi asked starting his engine.

So Itachi wants to play?

A cold sinister smirk twisted over Sasuke's lips. Interesting…why not?

Did Itachi seriously think he would win? Not bloody hell likely!

He doubt Itachi had even rode down this seedy part of town before without his bomb shelter of a limousine, let alone do street racing. With that fireproof suit, he could guess Itachi have gone pro for a while but street racing is different.

No safety features, no rules, no witness for foul play or cameras to watch if you 'accidentally' crash your opponents bike.

Itachi is going down.

"Of course pretty" Sasuke sneered.

Itachi let out a soft chuckle as he watched a man raise the starting flag.

"At the ready!" voice echoed. Crowd roared!

Itachi smirked, his gaze narrowed as his heart pumped; his gloved fingers tightened over his handle.

Sasuke is going to lose…


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