This happened like... the same day as chapter four, I was just debating whether or not I should post it up so soon.

FOR ALL OF YOU WHO READ THIS FOR SEX... Well there's masturbation in this chapter! And the sex is coming up! For the rest of you? There's also more plot!

I would also like to take this time to thank Ksuhi in front of everybody, because that review seriously made my night. Thank you again! (I got your reply, as well, and I'm glad to have made your night, too!)

ONWARD!

Sasuke idly drummed his fingers on the bar, staring at the business card that still sat there and resting his chin on his other hand. The day out with Naruto had been fun, even if the movie had been terrible. The blond had clung to him about halfway through, practically squealing like some frightened girl at every little thing. Even still...

He'd woken up from yet another one of his recurring dreams early on in the morning, but this time, he'd actually remembered parts of it. Just thinking back on it, he remembered the other night at the pier, coldhot touch and Itachi's lips on his, and he had to fight down his body's reaction.

That was it, there were too many questions that needed answering, and he was going to get the answers from someone who knew. He picked up the phone, hesitating as his eyes scanned the card, and then dialed the number.

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Itachi's eyes paused in their trek across the pages of a book as his cell phone rang on the nightstand, and he reached over, checking the number. His lips twitched upward, a slow and minute semblance of a smirk and he flipped the phone open, folding his reading glasses and putting them in the phone's place.

"Sasuke... To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

Silence on the other end of the line in which he could almost hear the boy's breath hitch, and he slid his bookmark between the pages and set his book aside. This, after all, would be far more interesting.

"We need to talk," the familiar voice finally said over the line, and he reached over to grab his glass of water and take a sip.

"I agree," he answered, setting the glass back down and sliding off the bed, "but don't you think it would be more appropriate if we had this discussion in person?"

Again, a pause, surely in which Sasuke was calculating the risks and benefits of such an encounter, and then, "Fine."

He moved over to the mini-closet, looking through the clothes he'd brought for something appropriate. "Dinner, then, six thirty sharp. I have a restaurant in mind, and I could pick you up at your flat."

More hesitation, Sasuke certainly had become the calculating type in the years he'd missed him. "Alright. I'll see you then."

"Oh, and I hope you have something appropriate to wear. Business casual," he commented. "I'll pick you up at six." And without waiting for a response, because he knew Sasuke would come, he snapped the phone shut, pulling a few articles of clothing out of the closet and laying them out on the bed. Today had just gotten much, much better.

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Sasuke sighed, leaning heavily against the counter for a moment before pushing himself away from it and making his way to the bathroom. It was still early, not even four, but he was sure he would need the extra time in the shower and after it to calm his nerves.

As the water rained down on him, he tried to think about it rationally. It was a public place, so Itachi couldn't do anything. It was dinner, and it was questions and it was answers. But he found his thoughts drifting, found his dream the previous night resurfacing, found himself remembering again those lips, that tongue...

He leaned back against the shower wall, dripping hair falling into his eyes and sticking to his face, a groan catching in the back of his throat at the feeling of cool tiles against his back. The realization that he was getting hard thinking about a complete stranger, somebody he'd known and not for all of five minutes, somebody he was about to willingly submit himself to for the length of dinner at the very least, was a bit of a shock. He tried to push the images back out of his mind, tried to will his heart to stop beating faster at the mere thought of those lips on his skin, that tongue-

This time, the moan slipped past his lips unhindered, and his hand slid down his body seemingly of its own accord. He couldn't stop wondering what those hands would feel like all over him, couldn't stop thinking about the dream in which Itachi had explored and conquered him with lips, teeth, tongue, hands and more. He imagined Itachi's hands roaming his chest, and his own teased a dusky nipple.

His breath caught in his throat, hitched on a moan, hissed in as he gasped for it. His hand moved faster, and he heard that silky voice in his ear, whispering his name, commanding him to-

"Itachi!" spilled from his lips in a breathless cry as everything was washed away with the fall of water from the showerhead, and he sank a little down the tiled wall, burying his face in his hands and wondering just what the hell he'd gotten himself into.

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The car ride was uneventful and silent, somehow making Sasuke uncomfortable. He'd expected that Itachi would have tried something, but when nothing happened, he didn't know what to expect. The older man had been polite, succinct, and ridiculously well dressed, refusing to tell him where exactly they were going for dinner.

When they'd made it to the restaurant, Sasuke had suddenly felt underdressed, even in his pressed shirt and slacks. Half of the things on the menu he couldn't even pronounce, and he was relatively sure that Itachi had probably needed a reservation to get in.

Despite all the questions he had, he found that they ate in near silence, and the pompous atmosphere of the restaurant seemed to demand that they do so. Upon finishing his meal, Sasuke sipped at the wine Itachi had ordered for him, making a face and setting the glass down.

"Itachi-"

"Don't you think we should speak somewhere more private, Sasuke?" was the answer he received, and he frowned in response, again sipping at the wine.

It was dangerous, privacy. There was no telling what could happen out from under the scrutiny of the public. He was hesitant, and he was sure that Itachi noticed it, but he was also desperate for answers, and the desperation was what won out in the end.

"We'll go back to my flat," he answered, quickly downing what was left in his glass and pushing back his chair to stand when Itachi did the same. He didn't count the bills that Itachi left on the table to cover the dinner and the tip, but he knew that it wasn't cheap. After all, a restaurant where you needed a reservation and where the only thing with a price tag on the menu was the wine was bound to be expensive.

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By the time they reached his flat, Sasuke's hands were almost shaking. Barely managing to get the key into the lock, he pushed the door open, his upbringing leading him to let his guest in first. He followed, dropping his keys on the entry table and nudging the door shut with his foot, only to be shoved back against it no more than a second later. Itachi's lips found his, a tongue invading his mouth as he tried to protest that turned his words into a low moan.

Fisting his hands in the man's shirt, he gathered all of his willpower and managed to push him away far enough that he could breathe. "What... the hell..." he panted, willing his legs to stop shaking.

"I still don't even know you," he argued when Itachi started to move in again, a shiver running down his spine at the light sound he got as a response.

"You might not remember me, Sasuke, but your body does," Itachi told him, slipping one knee between his legs and brushing his fingers against his lips. "It's been five years. You've grown up..."

"What are you-" Sasuke's breath hitched as the man pressed forward, simultaneously running his tongue along the shell of his ear. He couldn't deny that everything Itachi had done so far was good, but despite the man's insistence that he'd known him, he still couldn't remember a thing. "I-Itachi, stop-" he swallowed a groan, pushing the other man away again and making a break for the living room. He got no more than two steps before Itachi grabbed his arm, spinning him back around and pulling him back against his chest.

"You're saying stop, but it's not what you really want, is it, Sasuke?" Itachi murmured, tangling his fingers in short, dark spikes. "You've been craving this as much as I have, you're trembling..."

Even though it was true, he reached up just as he was being drawn into another kiss, blocking Itachi with his hand. "I don't know anything about you, you just showed up and started doing... this," he reasoned, even though his body was betraying him every step of the way. "What do you know about me? Who are you? The business card isn't enough of an explanation"

His hand was moved out of the way, and Itachi's lips found his ear. "You always used to beg me for it, you know," he whispered, and Sasuke shuddered, the incident in the shower coming back to him full force. "Before they found out and shipped me away from you... They got rid of everything that had anything to do with me, didn't they? They're not here anymore to keep us from being together again, though. Don't question what you feel, because even if they've made your mind forget me, what you feel hasn't changed, I can tell..."

Even more confused than before, Sasuke allowed himself to be backed toward the couch, shirt falling to the floor as the backs of his knees bumped against the arm of it. Was Itachi talking about his parents? He sucked in a breath of air as the man's lips fastened themselves to the junction of his neck and shoulder, stifling a groan. Why would his parents make him forget so completely about something like this? They didn't seem to have anything against gays, even though he hadn't known he was (he hadn't really been interested in anyone, really).

He was pulled rather abruptly from his thoughts when Itachi's fingers started to undo the button on his slacks, and he barely managed to breathe out, "Wait..." His mind was still trying to catch up with everything that was going on, and this mysterious and, he had to admit, attractive man was really making it hard for him to do that.

"I can't think if you keep doing that," he said, again pushing Itachi back so that he had a little breathing room. "You agreed we still have a lot to talk about," he pointed out, considering the man had done hardly any talking the entire evening so far.

"Then don't," Itachi responded easily. "There will be plenty of time to talk about everything later, it's been five years since we've been together."

"No," Sasuke stated, forcing authority he didn't feel into his voice as he slipped from between Itachi and the couch, absently brushing off the front of his slacks. As hard as it was for him to resist the man's advances, he wanted answers. "You'll tell me what you know about me, or you'll get the hell out of my house."

When he looked back at Itachi, he didn't expect the look he received, unable to keep himself from swallowing thickly in response to it. When Itachi spoke, his suspicions about that look were confirmed.

"Let's make a game of it," the man said, the look in his eyes just short of predatory. "I give you something you want, and you give me something I want. Fair?"

For the sake of sanity, he should have said no. He should have denied the man everything and locked him out. But for the sake of the answers he'd been searching for, he found himself nodding slowly. "Fine," he answered, absently wondering how long he could keep Itachi in check. "Small rewards for small answers, if you want something bigger, you'll give me details. I decide what's fair."

The other man nodded in turn, a brief flash of amusement flickering in dark eyes. "Show me to your room and we'll begin."

"You're getting ahead of yourself," Sasuke warned, crossing his arms over his bare chest and staying put. "How did you find me?" he asked.

"By pulling strings," the other responded simply. "I'm a man of money, and I know how to use it to get what I'm looking for."

Sasuke frowned, contemplative, before dropping his arms to his sides and moving down the hall to his room, hearing the other man follow. "Make yourself comfortable," he offered, taking a seat on his bed and kicking off his shoes. He wasn't particularly surprised when he felt the other side of the bed shift behind him, but when Itachi pulled him over onto his lap, he managed to match the other's amusement with irritation. "I've seen you before, in these dreams I've been having. Why?"

Something flickered across Itachi's face, but was gone in an instant before he could read it. "It's not something I would know the answer to, but I would say it's because we were very... close in the past. Your dreams are probably of the past you can't remember."

The past he couldn't remember? Sasuke frowned again, not understanding what that meant. He remembered his past perfectly fine, though it did seem a bit patchy the further back he went, but that was normal, right? The only thing he absolutely didn't remember was the fire, and his parents had said that was because of trauma. Apparently, Itachi seemed to think he was taking too long to ponder it, however, because hands were suddenly running down his sides, and as lips fell to his shoulder again, all coherent thought skittered away momentarily.

He did his best to shake it off and focus, and managed to breathe out, "Why-" he wasn't able to finish his question as lips again found his, and a breathy moan gave Itachi the access he wanted as fingernails grazed one of his nipples. The man was making it too hard to focus, and he fought against his body's reactions to stay in control, but that control was slipping fast.

Pushing against Itachi's chest, he managed to break the kiss, though coldhot hands were still on him. "Stop," he breathed, but it held no authority or conviction, and Itachi didn't stop at all. "Whatever you want, just tell me what you know," he pleaded, because he wasn't sure just how much longer he could hold the man off or how much longer he really wanted to.

Seconds later, he found himself flat on his back, with Itachi leaning over him, whispered Japanese in his ear that made his head spin so suddenly that he didn't even register the words at first.

"Orokanaru otouto yo..."

Foolish little brother...

He felt suddenly sick, suddenly so, so sick, and he shoved against Itachi as hard as he could in order to get him away. "Get out," he breathed, and when the man didn't move, he repeated it, harder, sharper, and this time Itachi did stand, did turn around and exit the room.

He didn't relax until he heard the front door click shut, and when it did, he curled in on himself, frustrated, and eventually fell into a fitful sleep.

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