Okay i know I said i wouldn't start anything before I finished everything else but I just couldn't resist. I got such inspiration from a movie I watched and I felt really artistic so I'm sorry. /i'm not that sorry. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this. Sasuke's PV

"One last kiss before they cart me away and
Just take one last look before my body decays
This is my last night on earth
My fucking hell."
Beautiful Loser, William Control

The moment of death is described by memories flashing past your eyes and you reliving every moment of your life. All those feelings come and hit you only for a few seconds. And it the most beautiful thing someone can experience. It is the moments before the hot whiteness takes you to heaven or the dark red burns you in Hell.

My name is Uchiha Sasuke and I'm addicted the moment of death. I know what you're thinking and no, I don't see my own moment of death. I don't lock myself in motels and choke myself until I pass out and the life flashes. No, death doesn't work like that. My addiction entails me doing things I would have never believed myself capable. Like for instance, with the person I'm tailing right now. She's young, not my usual target. I tend to go after someone with a little more age to them. Age makes them sweet, the fine wine of people. But there are dead giveaways about her and her past, things I cannot ignore. She's had a long, hard life; full of memories and feelings. That's what I want. Those feelings, those memories. How can I tell these things? Her stance, for one, is defensive, her eyes piercing. They dart around her surroundings, even though we're in a well-lit upstart neighborhood. She's faced trauma. She doesn't trust the people around her. Also, I know that she's addicted to something herself, either heroin or meth. She's jittery, arms littered with puncture wounds. Also, I can tell by her manner of dress that she's more than likely a prostitute. That's why she's here in this neighborhood.

She's perfect for me. I love people like her. They have the strongest emotions, the best experiences. They know what pain feels like. I move slowly behind her, my body quiet as my feet fall upon pavement. The clacking of her heels will drown out everything. But her obvious paranoia will make me cautious. I need to get her alone, somewhere private. Out of this neighborhood. Besides, if anyone saw me sneaking around this time of night after some woman, it would bring up a lot of suspicion. I mean, I do live here. My house was the one right next to the one this girl exited.

I keep to backyards, hopping over fences and other small obstacles. I'm hoping she isn't going to meet a dealer or her pimp, if she has one. I want her all alone, to myself. I can't afford to slip up. She turns down the street, exiting the main gate that leads out the neighborhood. I wait a few moments before following her out, making sure she is out of earshot. I haven't had a fix in a few days and my bones are aching from the sheer need burning through and blistering my blood. I wonder what her name is. What her life was like before this. I wonder if my life started differently would I have been so inclined to invite her in and give her a nice place to stay. Those are things I would never know until I got into her head and took her life for my own.

I've been after her on foot for at least ten minutes by this point and she ducks under a swaying tree and across a set of train tracks. Yes, perfect. She's going to the bad part of town. Where only the filth and impoverished lived; a place where a murder can take place in front of a police officer and they won't even say anything. It is so crooked it's almost a circle. She seemed to relax as soon as she took a left into an abandoned alley. She must have drugs in her purse. I had a feeling for a while that one of my neighbors was selling narcotics out of their house. With her memories, I'll finally know who.

She slides down onto the ground; legs sprawled out haphazardly as she digs through her purse. A spoon, a vile, a lighter, a cotton ball. She's about to shoot up. This is my moment to strike. I move in through the shadows. She doesn't notice me. She doesn't feel me there, watching. I scale a fire escape, sitting directly above her. Her hand is shaking and I notice mine is too. She pours a little water into the spoon, drops in a small rock, and starts heating it. When it's good and ready, she grabs a rig (1) from her purse and pulls in every drop of the liquid.

My chance is nearing. As soon as she shoots up, she'll be defenseless. Especially if she's shooting up heroin. She'll be nodding out in two seconds flat. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she hits a vein and finally empties the needle into her arm. Her eyes close and I leap down off the fire escape. Two seconds, I have the knife in my hand. Two seconds, her eyes are starting to open. Two seconds, ruby jewels are spilling down her neck in hot, fat drops. Her eyes are completely open now, mouth choking on gasps. Soon, soon will be my time. I pull a needle from my pocket and then wait, propping her head up as I position the needle by her eye. There's a certain tell that always comes with this kind of work. Her pupils are dilated but not fully enough, that's when you know that they're experiencing their moment. She's close, her breathing almost over. Blood trickling much slower. I shove the needle into her eye. She makes no sound. I pull the plunger back, filling it with fluid. Relief is already swelling in my joints.

But I need to get out of here. There isn't any rest for the wicked.

When I finally made it back to my house, I shut and lock the door, making sure I didn't track in anything. Somehow, I always managed to be completely clean with all of my kills. I took the mask off my head and I threw it. Sometimes I forget that I even put it on, it's like a second skin to me. I walk through the silent house, the clock ticking on the walls as I pass by it. Maybe I should get a pet.

I go up to my room and set the vile down on the bedside table. It's time again to indulge myself in the ultimate sin. I lie down on my back and pick up the needle, hands shaking as I remove the cap. I place the needle in line with my pupil and shove it in. There's no pain as I pump the liquid into my eye. This used to scare me when I was younger. I would have to be held down even though the cravings made me want every drop. I pull the needle out with a slight hiss and lie back, my heart thundering in my chest as I'm pulled into that girls mind.

Images flash before my eyes like I'm looking through an old scrapbook. I was right about her. Her life was hard. Father walked out. Alcoholic, abusive mother. Ran-away from home, got addicted to drugs. Started to sell her body to support her habit. But I saw that before all these memories. I've become good at reading body language. A different image flashes and starts playing, like a small clip of a movie. This must have been something either very recent or something that has stuck with her for a very long time. I can see it all through her eyes; she's approaching a shady apartment. The door itself looks like it's been kicked off its hinges at least once. She knocks sharply and the door swings open a few seconds later. A guy, probably around the same age as me answers, he's blond, scars on his cheeks, thin as a willow. He's resting his arms on the frame, rib bones rippling through his muscles. Shirtless, messy, but unbelievably beautiful. He pulls a cigarette away from his mouth and disgustedly blows the smoke in the girl's face.

'What do you want? I told you, I'm going straight.' He voice was rough and he looked displeased when the words passed between his lips.

'Bullshit. I've seen six guys leave this apartment since yesterday. If you're not selling anymore then what's with all the traffic?'

He put out his cigarette and smiled cheekily at the girl. He obviously had nothing but disdain for her. 'Same shit you're in, sweetheart.'

The girl started to laugh. 'Stops selling drugs, starts selling your body? That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard.'

'Like I said, I'm trying to go straight.'

'Nothing straight about you, Naruto. But we both know that shit by now.' She was satisfied by the angry look on the blond's face. 'But if you do have any of your stash left, I'll buy some heroin from you.'

He stalks back into his apartment and throws a bag at the girl, obviously displeased and wanting her to just leave. 'There, you can go now. And don't come back. I won't have any more. I won't get any more. Got it?'

She slips him some cash and kisses him on the cheek. My blood boils. 'We'll see how long that lasts babe.'

After that everything ends as the high of emotions slip through and out of my body. I've relieved her last moments and they all came and went in less than a minute. Her life was shorter than I thought it would be. My mistake. Older junkies usually have longer lines of memory but hers were strong enough for me to get the rush I wanted.

But something is different in me now. That guy, I wanted him. I wanted to be near him, to know him. I've seen plenty of people in these feverish dream-like picture shows and I've never wanted to know one until now. I would find this Naruto character and I would get into his head.

My attention turns to a rustling downstairs and I look at the digital clock by my bed, frowning. Oh good, my nightly visitor is here. I make my way down stairs and he's sitting in the kitchen, a bowl in his hands with a spoon digging in.

"Is that my oatmeal?" I ask. He casually looks up at me, with a smirk.

"Yes, but it's the kind you never eat. Too sweet for you." He says and with a quick sniff I can tell he's telling the truth. He brushes midnight black hair behind his ear and points to the refrigerator. "I got you a present."

I open it to find a vile of what I had gone searching for earlier. The memories taken from someone at that beautiful moment. Of course he would finally show up with it as soon as I had done the deed myself. "Already got some. Hunted for it myself. You would have been so proud."

"You always make me proud, baby brother." Itachi looks up at me and beckons to me softly. I come quietly and he smiles. "Something's different about you. Did you get a good rush?"

"Not particularly." I say, sitting on a chair next to him. He gives me a sideways glance and nods.

"Then, what?"

"I saw someone that I want to meet."

Itachi put his spoon down softly and turns to look me in the face. And here comes the lecture. "Sasuke, we both know that is something we cannot do. As much as we like seeing the faces and memories of others, we cannot be a part of their world. It's very suspicious."

"What if I could prove to you that I would be fine taking this venture?"

"And, pray tell, how could you do that?"

"He's a prostitute. It wouldn't be too difficult to meet him and there would be no suspicion that I saw him through someone else. I'd just be like everyone else who visits."

Itachi remains silent for a moment before scoffing quietly to himself. "So, does that mean you're a little on the lonely side? Looking for a bit of physical attention, huh baby bro?"

"Can't get everything from you, can I?" I made the remark quickly and Itachi made an amused sound at the back of his throat.

"Suppose not." He was laconic as ever. He pats my hair and brings my head closer to his. "Fine, go find him. But don't do anything too stupid. I hate killing cops." He gives me a small kiss on the forehead. I frown, touching the mark. "Come on, it's late. Let's go to bed."

"The guest room is always an option for you." He takes his bowl to the sink and turns on his heel, picking me up as though I was still a small child. His muscles not even tense as they take on my weight. He smiles at me.

"Nostalgia is hard to kill, Sasuke. I prefer sharing a bed with you, just like old times." I roll my eyes and settle my head on his shoulder and wrap my legs around his waist. It is really just easier going along with Itachi and his crazy whims. He carries me upstairs, just like he used to when we were children. Like the day when this all started. I shiver in Itachi's arms and he just runs his fingers through my hair. "You're going to have nightmares tonight." His breath is warm against my scalp. He nuzzles me so sweetly before setting me down in my bed, my needle still on the nightstand. I kick off my shoes as he throws a pair of more comfortable pants my way.

Itachi was always like this, especially when no one was around to see us together. He was always unbelievably kind. No one ever sees the man I see. With his hard exterior, it was difficult. But he was soft on the inside. However, I would have never thought, especially as a child, that this man would have been the person who murdered our parents. And in the same night, started my addiction.

He got in the bed next to me, pulling my smaller body into his. I feel his warmth immediately as he wraps his arms around my waist, making sure I was secure in his arms. "I promise I won't be gone for as long next time."

It was hard to concentrate on his words as I mentally relive the murders. His breath pounds against my neck as my mind lulls me into a startlingly clear state of awareness. I close my eyes. I still remember the smell, the sounds, the sights…
-

I had just come home from cram school, it was late in the year so it was nearly pitch black outside. Probably around seven in the evening. I already knew my father was going to be furious so I took my time getting back to the house. I was already in trouble as it was, delaying the punishment was my current priority. But when all the lights were out and the cars still parked in the driveway, I panicked. It wasn't right. If everyone was home, why weren't the lights on? Itachi was standing in the doorway, as if he was waiting for me. When I came up to him, his hands fell silently on my shoulders and he was looking at me dead in the eye. There was a certain shine there that filled my heart with such dread that I didn't know how to react. I remained silent as he led me inside. I wondered the entire time how long Itachi had waited outside for me. He picked me up and held me close to his body after entering the doorway, not even allowing me to take my shoes off as he silently closed the door behind us. I could hear the hard whispers of my parents, probably deciding on a punishment for me when I got home, or at least that's what I thought they were doing. Itachi clutched me closer, pressing my small body so close to his, I heard the frantic beating of his heart.

I was only eight at the time. I didn't know what was actually going on. Itachi, however, knew every secret in the family. And he made sure to keep me as safe as he possibly could. He moved up the stairs and that's when I got confused, I remember thinking specifically that Mother and Father would want to know I was home. But when I opened my mouth to protest, Itachi shook his head.

'Sasuke, listen to me.' His tone had such a desperate plead to it that my back shook with fear. 'We need to be quiet. Mother and Father are very angry right now and if we make noise, they'll know we're here. They're bad people, Sasuke. We need to leave tonight. Do you understand?'

At the time, to me at least, Itachi was perfect. He never lied to me. Never spoke an untrue word. So when he told me that, I kept my mouth shut and just laid my head down against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and muttered something against my scalp. I was shaking in his arms.

We made it to the top of the stairs before all Hell broke loose. Itachi was cursing under his breath as the top board screamed under his foot. He was holding me so close at this point I felt like I was suffocating. I heard the door to the kitchen open and Itachi was breathing into my hair, fingers digging into my flesh.

'Sasuke, I need you to go to your room. Close and lock the door, despite what you hear don't open it for anyone but me.'

I didn't understand why I had to do that until my mother was at the bottom of the stairs, a knife gleaming in her hand. She was smiling at me and I felt my blood freeze up in my veins. Itachi turned so that he was the only one facing her and when I heard her footfalls on the stairs, I was glad for that. I couldn't look at her face.

'Itachi, give him to me. He needs to be punished for coming home late. He made your Father and I worry so much.'

'No.' His reply was soft and I was surprised I could hear it at all. My heart was thundering in my chest when he said that. This was the first time I'd ever seen Itachi stick up to my parents.

'ITACHI!' Her scream echoed through my veins as I tensed in his arms. Itachi quickly set me down and shoved me out of the way. I was behind him, one hand pressing me into his back. I was trembling mindlessly as I clutched onto the long material of his shirt. I knew Mother had made it up the stairs by the time he had set me down, but I didn't know why she wasn't rounding a corner and stabbing me yet, until the hand holding me slackened and I was able to look up for the first time.

The knife was buried into Itachi's shoulder, and he was gripping her by the neck his free hand. Mother had a crazed look in her eye as she glanced down at me. 'We can't support our habit without sacrifice!'

I didn't know what she was talking about and Itachi let me go completely to grab her both hands. 'SASUKE, RUN!' His voice was chilling. And I didn't stop to think twice about it. I knew then I was in some sort of danger when my Father heavy footsteps burst harshly across the floor. I made it to my room, slamming the door and locking it within a single breath. Screams echoed through the halls, through the door, through my skulls. I felt sick. So ungodly sick. I fell to the floor, hands over my ears. I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to know. I didn't understand. I didn't want to.

It felt like hours, even days before the noise stopped completely. It fell too silent. It was too much. I scurried to the window and contemplated jumping out of it. We didn't have neighbors so I couldn't run for help. We lived gated off from everyone else. No one would be able to help until I was cold and dead. I shook and looked out at the ground, at least a twenty or thirty foot fall. I might die if I jumped. But I would certainly die if I stayed in the house.

There was a knocking at the door and I froze in place, tears I didn't know I shed burning down my cheeks.

'Sasuke let me in.' It was Itachi and relief flooded through my blood. But I was still stunned. 'Please Sasuke, its okay. I'll protect you.'

I moved without thinking, unlocking the door. Itachi slumped into the room and he buried his face into my hair, muttering soft, sweet things against my scalp. I had been so frightened. But I didn't know it was because the thought of losing Itachi was too much to fathom. I cried into his chest and he picked me up, his arm splattering me with his blood. He took me out into the hall and I saw our parents, slain. My mother's crumbled body laid at the bottom of the stairs, her neck crooked and bruised. My father lay at the top of the stairs, knife sticking out of his chest and preventing him from fully being pressed into the floor.

Rage pooled in my stomach. Itachi killed our parents. I had been traumatized. I just wanted someone to blame. I thrashed in his arms, crying, striking him with my small fists. He was silent the entire time. Holding me tightly until we got to his room and he set me down on his bed. 'How could you kill them? What did they do? I don't understand!'

He hushed me and gently ran his blood stained hands through my hair. 'They were going to kill you, Sasuke. I wouldn't let them. So it became us against them. I had to do it, do you understand that?'

I shook my head as tears burst out of my eyes and a wail from my lips. 'Itachi, I didn't mean to me a bad boy.'

'Oh baby, look at me.' He grabbed my head and held it between his hands. 'This isn't your fault; this will never be your fault. It's my fault. I should have never started. I should have got you out of here earlier.'

'Why?' It was the only intelligent thing I could muster up at the time and he showed me why. He pulled two needles from his pocket and held them up to my face.

'Do you trust me?'

'I'm scared Itachi.'

'I know, I know, but do you wanna know why Mother and Father went crazy?'

I nodded. And Itachi gripped my face, shifting a needle into his free hand. I was shaking. 'Please Itachi, I don't understand why you're doing this.'

'It won't hurt baby, I promise.'

I closed my eyes and he wrenched his hand free of my face. He pried my eye open and the needle hit me so fast that I didn't even have time to flinch. He was right though, I felt no pain when the needle slipped in. But when the world changed around me and I was thrown into my mother's childhood and relived all of it, up until the point where they planned my murder, I understood everything. And I already craved a second taste.

When I came to my right mind, Itachi was laying down next to me in the bed. He put the needles away and grabbed me, pulling me softly into his arms. 'I'll tell you more when you're older.'
-

My eyes open when I feel a soft hand gently wiping away tears. "Don't cry baby, I promised I'd always protect you, right?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to remember."

"It's hard to forget. One day, your memories will be taken away; whether it is by someone looking for a fix or just by death. One day, you too will forget."
-

Naruto was too easy to find. I had an address in less than a day. However, I had connections to high places. Itachi begrudgingly helped me track the blond down. And now I was here, standing in the doorway of his apartment. The same one that looks like it had been beat in and kicked down. I frown to myself. I hope I didn't regret this. My finger lingers in my pocket, the capped needle burning to be used.

I knock on the door and after a few moments it opens, revealing the same blond from the memories. He's shirtless, something I didn't notice before stands out on his stomach, a spiral tattoo. His eyes are a shining bright blue and he's grinning at me.

"You're not a cop are you?"

I'm instantly taken aback by that blunt question and chuckle a little. I guess I do look a bit out of place, even though I'm dressed far more casually than I do normally. Jeans and a black tank top. Perhaps he thinks that I'm too physically pretty for this.

"No, I'm not. I promise." His smile widens and he moves so that I can come in. "I'm Sasuke, by the way."

"I hope you're a man of your word, Sasuke, I take promises very seriously." He turns to shut the door, coming up behind me. "I'm Naruto, but you probably already knew that, right?" His hands snake up my back and he wraps his arms around my neck. "So Sasuke," the way he says my name sends nothing but shivers of arousal down my spine, "what do you need from me? Feeling lonely?"

His lips against my neck make me shiver and he chuckles against my skin, a smirk makes its way to my lips. He's too easy. I like it. I turn in his arms; he's a bit shorter than me. I stroke my hands down his sides and he moves in closer to me. His lips brush mine before he pulls away.

"You know how to make a man comfortable." I mutter and Naruto laughs a breathy, heady, sexy laugh. His smile is infectious. I follow him as he guides me through his small apartment; my hands on his hips as I rub small circles in his back with my thumbs. His breath is raged and he pauses for a moment, turning to grip me. Naruto's lips are hot against mine and I can feel the arousal pumping in my veins. His hands weave through my hair, tangling them so we can be closer. His mouth gasps against mine as I rub his supple ass through his jeans. His body trembles against me and I lean down, sucking ever so softly at the pulse of his neck. He moans.

"God, I hope you're not interested in just oral." He palms me through my jeans and a wicked smirk comes onto my face. Naruto's eyes are glassy and I grab his ass, squeezing and massaging it.

"I'm interesting in the full package." I mutter it against his neck and he shivers, back arching. He licks his lips and grabs me, pulling me into his bedroom. He pushes me onto the bed and starts unbuttoning my jeans. His mouth is so harshly pressed into mine that I can feel my lip splitting. He seems to forget his task and sinks down on top of me, rubbing his body and arching into me. I can feel our arousals brush and I grunt as he whines, hands on my shoulders, nails in my exposed skin.

I start biting at his neck, down his collarbone, until my lips and teeth brush his exposed nipples. His back arches, again and again, as I tease him, teeth and tongue. Naruto's a whimpering mess by now. I pull back from him, giving him enough room to tug and pull at the buttons of my jeans.

I didn't know how much I actually wanted this.

"Sasuke…" The way his voice caresses my name, it makes me crazy. I've never had such strong lust hit me before. There was something different about Naruto. I didn't know what though. I just feel the attraction, the warmth. I didn't know. I go back to his chest, continuing to blister kisses and nips across his skin. Usually I only feel this comfortable being so close to Itachi. "Fuck," I love how gruff and lusty Naruto's voice sounds. "Fuck, baby, no more teasing there."

I smirk into his chest as my hands softly trace down his body, making him shiver and wiggle against me. He said no more teasing there, but he didn't say I couldn't tease somewhere else…I remove his jeans. He's not wearing underwear. I look up at him and smirk. He smirks back. I move him in my lap and flip us so I'm on top.

"Mmm, the dominant type. I like it." His mouth is full of dirty words. I want to fill it with more than a few things. Naruto is smirking at me. He knows what I want almost more than I do. But he's used to this. He is a prostitute after all. "You're pretty when you're like that." Naruto's hands are softly flowing through my hair. I scoff at his comment, kissing down his stomach to stop his words from distracting me further. When I get to the sensitive skin right above his cock, he whines ever so softly. "The sweet type, huh?

"I'm not like other men."

"I can tell, baby, I can tell. As soon as you swaggered into the house, I knew you were different."

I kiss his thighs and he sighs with contentment. I wonder if he actually knows how different I am or if he's just keeping up the banter because he's a prostitute and knows how to satisfy a customer. I tease him softly by rubbing my lips against his rock hard cock and his back arches. Naruto lets a books worth of moans and beautiful words slip through those soft lips. I'm learning a lot about him from this. He's a vocal, chatty person. And he appreciates the small things. He's a prostitute; I don't doubt that a lot of what he does doesn't include gaining a large amount of personal pleasure from it.

"Don't you want to know how I knew you were different?" I pause at that offhanded question. My mouth sinks over him and his leg jerks. I can tell just by the tone of his voice that he's smiling. "The silent, strong type too, huh? I can dig it." He moans again as I continue to suck, teasing him by sinking my lips down and barely applying suction. My tongue is fondling the vein on the underside, his voice is breathy. "You never asked about how much it cost."

I pulled my mouth away then which pulled a beautiful whine from his lips. "What?"

"I'm a prostitute, honey; most of the men I deal with wanna get down the numbers before slipping into the bedroom with me. You never mentioned anything about money, which either means you're rich and don't care, or you were too taken by me to mention it. That's never happened to me before. I knew you were something else then."

"Hn. You're pretty astute."

"When you're in my line of work Sasuke, you gotta know how to read people." He moves to lean on his arms, staring down at me.

"I know."

He smirks at me. "Oh, do you? Were you a prostitute too, Sasuke?" He's trying to tease me.

I nod my head. At one point, yes, I was. "But that's a story for a different time."

"Implications, implications…" Naruto seems pleased with me and I really didn't understand why. But, in a moment where my cock was aching and twitching so painfully, I chose it to be a subject for later. He leans up and grabs something from his side table, handing it to me. Lubrication and a condom. He seems to know my body already. I didn't know why that made me smile. "Fuck me like you mean it, Sasuke. I want to see what else I can learn from you."

I pull myself farther up on the bed, resting my body against him. He pulls at my jeans which I forgot I was still wearing. He unbuttons them and frees me from the oppressive material on my skin. The air on my cock makes it twitch. Naruto watches it bounce and seems to appreciate the way it curves upwards, pressing gently into my stomach from arousal.

"Big boy…" Naruto is chewing his bottom lip, eyes still hazy and beautiful. "Hurry up slowpoke, I wanna feel it." I lubricate my fingers, breath coming out in shallow pants and Naruto reaches out to stroke me with his free hands. He's good, fingers seemingly like liquid as they caress all of me. I grunt and rub a finger against his hole. He's already moaning just from the wet friction. When I dip the finger inside, he's gone. His voice has finally stilted in his throat as his back lifts from the sheets. But the noise returns as I render him a babbling mess of nerves. More and more, I sink in two more fingers at once and he seems to eat it up. He likes it when there's a little less control, when emotions and feelings fly around and manifest themselves in desire and passion. He's a strange one. There's a good amount I want to know about him.

I know he's ready when I pull my fingers out and his breath starts to steady itself. He's wanted this since I stepped through the door. I try to slip the condom on myself but Naruto, cheeks flushed with arousal, grabs it from me, popping it into his mouth. He takes me into his mouth, sliding it on. He also doesn't pause to give my balls a soft kiss either.

I smirk down at him before I position my cock against his wet hole. The arousal hasn't left me. If anything, even with his talking, I've only got more and more horny. His body is beautiful. His voice is intoxicating. His observations arouse me. He knows how to think and what to say. He's very clever. And he's already gotten me to admit more than I have to anyone else besides Itachi. He's good.

When I enter him, it feels right. Just right. His body is relaxed but his walls are tight and slick. His back is arched and he moans. I groan at the feeling, trying my best to move slowly. It's more difficult than I remember. Naruto leans up, wrapping his arms around my neck. I pull him close, embracing the warmth of his physical contact. My hand rests on his hip as I rock our bodies together. I cannot even begin to emphasis how much his ragged, heavy breathing affects me. His moans play out like a sinful melody as he jerks and squirms in my grasp.

"Sasu-ke! Mm…" The way his nails dig into my back makes me groan against his neck. He pushes at my chest and makes a motion for me to lessen my grip. As soon as I do, he flips us over. He's on top of me, smirking like crazy. His hands are against my chest as he presses down on my cock, filling my stomach with conflicting emotions. The arousal burning in my veins loves this, but my controlling side wants to slam his face into the mattress and fuck him until he can't move. My fingers bury into the flesh of his hips as he bounces up and down on my cock. I meet his thrusts each time, making him whine until my thrusts completely overwhelm him. His eyes roll back into his head and his mouth gargles gibberish. That's what I like. That's what I want. He's weak to this, he wants my control. He's testing me. I like it. I think I really like Naruto too. "Sasuke!"

I pull out and notice instantly that his body is starting to become tight with impending climax. It hasn't been very long, or it could have been forever, but either way I've also become enwrapped in whatever strange chemistry is going on between us. I flip us over into a more domineering and comfortable position. He's on his knees, face slumped against the bed. He's not even bothering to try and support his upper body. I'm fine with that. I grab his arms and pull them backwards as I force myself back inside of him, pinning him down under my weight.

"Oh, fuck!" His voice is strained with arousal. He obviously wasn't expecting that. I use his arms as a guide to pull him so I can go deeper, causing him to whine and cry with pleasure. It was so unbelievably arousing to have him so weak underneath me. "S-Sas-uke! I'm c-close!"

"Cum. Cum for me." He can't hold it anymore. It was like he was waiting for my command. He releases and his entire body shudders. His legs and back a cluster of beautifully straining muscles. His walls tighten against me and my body shivers behind him. I'm close too. It's been awhile since I've had so much physical sensation. It's probably been at least two years since I've had sex. And it isn't exactly an easy task to master when you don't know when your brother is going to show up in your home and take over your bed.

I climax, releasing Naruto's arms as I do so. My body twitches as the muscles tighten and release themselves. It was so relieving. He moans softly as I ride out my orgasm inside him. His breathing is still rushed and harsh. I pull out slowly and he uses his now free arms to push himself up off the bed. "I should have let you go bareback." It was like he was talking to himself, making what he thinks to be silent observations.

"Hn." I pull off the condom and Naruto turns to me, smirking again. He cleans the cum off my cock and can't help but shudder. After such a hard climax, my cock is incredibly sensitive. I moan despite myself.

"I must thank you for that. I've had a lot of sex in my life, and I mean a lot, but I've never had an orgasm that intense before."

"That probably just means you're more attracted me than you have been to anyone else." I mutter, lying down. Naruto lights up a cigarette and offers me one. I haven't smoked since I was eighteen, but I take it anyway. He hands me the lighter.

"Touché, it is true. You're the most attractive man I've ever seen." I let the smoke crawl out of my lips and he smiles at me. "And no, I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass. I don't see your type at all in this business. But, you would know that too, right?"

"I was a private prostitute." I say suddenly. "I had one customer and I only slept with him for drugs and a place to live."

Naruto didn't seem to notice that I had just revealed a very private part of my life to him. In fact, he almost seemed pleased by it. "What were you hooked on? You don't seem like the average junkie. Cocaine doesn't seem your style. Neither does heroin or meth." Before I could even contemplate my answer, Naruto opens his mouth again. "And you're not a nympho, like me. From the amount you came, you haven't had sex for a while."

"You're a nympho and a prostitute? I'm pretty sure when people say to work the job you love; this isn't what they had in mind." Naruto laughs hard at that, so hard he coughs out smoke.

"Fuck and you're funny too? I think I'm developing a crush on you." He puts out his cigarette and smiles at me. "So mister mysterious Sasuke, which is your real name." I raise an eyebrow. "You didn't hesitate to give it to me. Which means you didn't contemplate a fake name when you gave it to me. You wanted me to trust you from the get go. That's also how I knew you weren't lying about being a cop."

"Perceptive. If I hadn't known you were a prostitute, I would have thought you were some kind of government profiler."

"So what were you hooked on? Indulge me, I'm curious."

"Memories." I reply and he gives me a strange look.

"Never heard of a drug called that. Is that like some kind of mix?"

"It's very rare. Almost no street dealers have it even though it's highly abundant."

He thinks for a moment and I can't help but think he looks silly when he's thinking hard. "What, is it like high death rate or something?"

I smirk a little. I guess it does have a high death rate for anyone but the user. "You could say that."

Naruto is smiling again. "Also likes to live life dangerously. If I didn't know any better, I would think you were a secret agent." I can't help but crack a smile when I hear that. Naruto is strange. But I think I too am getting a hint of the crush he was talking about. I think I was getting a crush on him too. This was so high school it hurt me.

"How much do I owe you?" I say, breaking the weirdly pleasant silence between us. He grasps the cigarette from my hand. I hadn't even noticed I smoked it to the filter. He places it in an ashtray and gives me a soft kiss when he turns back to my direction.

"Nothing. Call that one on the house, because believe me when I say, it was the house's pleasure." I smirk at him. "When can I see you again? I wouldn't mind become a certain someone's private prostitute…"

"Oh?" Why am I smirking so much? I probably look more like a super villain in the secret agent movies than the secret agent themselves. "Perhaps tomorrow I can treat you to a little dinner and sex?"

"A gentleman." Naruto sighs and places a hand on his chest. "Who knew?" His smiles light up his face. I place my hand by his neck, stroking it gently. It would be easy. It would be so easy to snap his neck and reach down in my pocket and grab my needle to get his memories. That was why I came here, right? To kill him and steal those memories his beautiful eyes hide? Then what was stopping me? What was this seemingly gripping infatuation that left me at a loss? I've killed people I've slept with before, so what was stopping me now? I was already betraying my addiction and something about that unsettled me. I've never wanted anyone more than I wanted their memories.

I stood up and start dressing. Naruto's eyes are upon me, watching, studying. I like it. I like it so much. How could anyone be so perfectly designed like him? I turn, kissing him possessively on the lips. He'll slip up. That's when I'll take them. My addiction will win out over him. It will. It always has and it always will. The only reason I hadn't killed Itachi yet was because if I tried, he would flip the script and kill me.

"I'll be back tomorrow at around six. Cancel all your appointments Naruto." He smirks at me.

"Consider it a date, Sasuke."
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the people who don't know what a rig is, it is another term for the needles junkies use to shoot up with.
Little note: I actually don't usually ever write in first person present tense. So if it seems sometimes that the grammar is a little off in places, sorry. I'm not super used to it cause its not my forte. But if ya didn't notice anything wrong, cool bean yo.