Itachi returned Kaoru's sultry smirk with his signature one, unzipping his Akatsuki coat and hanging it on the coat rack near the door. "I trust you've been well, Kaoru," the S-ranked criminal murmured as he walked over to take his spot across from Kaoru.

Kaoru tilted his head to the side, subtly licking his bottom lip, "Oh, I've been very well. Very well; but it's been so long since Itachi-sama has visited me." Itachi's dark eyebrows rose as he took a deep swig of his wine.

"What's with the honorific?" the dark-haired man whispered, leaning across the small table to stroke Kaoru's face with his right hand; clad in his signature black nail polish. The strawberry blonde simply raised a hand to Itachi's and leaned into the older man's caress; yes, Itachi was a favorite patron of Kaoru's. He was actually considerate of his feelings; well, rough, but considerate.

Kaoru then slowly lidded his eyes again, and bit his bottom lip, "I've missed you, Itachi-sama... is it a crime to refer to you as you should be?" Itachi smirked, "You're simply trying to push my buttons, dear Kaoru; and I must say..." the older man leaned further across the table to where his face was merely an inch from the younger's, "It's working." Then he took Kaoru's mouth in a searing kiss; Itachi could never deny his uke anything.

Kaoru immediately tangled his slender fingers in Itachi's silky raven locks, and pulled, giving his all into the kiss. Itachi wasn't Tamaki, but hell, was he a close second when it came to pleasuring the young escort. "Itachi-sama," Kaoru breathed as he pulled back from their intense lip lock, looking up into those blood-red eyes, "Would you like to have me on the bed for this meal?"

The raven-haired man gave a deep chuckle that resonated within his throat, "Hm; I was considering it. However, I think we should spice it up this time." Kaoru raised an interested eyebrow, asking, "How are we going to do that? You've fucked me nearly everywhere."

A mischievous look crossed the eldest Uchiha's face, "Not quite everywhere, my pet."

In a couple of rooms over, Haruhi and Yasuchika were enjoying their wine, having a little small talk. "You know, the best way to get out of this hell hole is to make good friends on the inside; someone with a little bit of power."

Haruhi raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, "No one here has that much power. There's only Kyoya, and the ones who are in charge of the sex slaves," she paused a moment, knocking back the rest of her glass, and added bitterly, "You know, our babysitters." The sandy haired boy wrinkled his brow in thought, and pushed his glasses back up his nose.

"Well, that appears most unfortunate," he shrugged carelessly, "I guess the only way out would be for Tamaki to buy Kyoya out." Haruhi blinked, her brown eyes confused.

"Could he really do that? Kaoru made it seem like it wasn't that easy," the scholarship student then stood up from her chair and headed for the bathroom, "Care to join me, Yasuchika?"

Said boy slowly sipped the rest of his drink before answering, "Tamaki would have to pull a few strings, but it could be done." He then raised a slender eyebrow at her next question, watching as she walked away, "To do what, exactly?" Haruhi didn't answer; she just simply starting running the water in the tub, and the bitter Haninozuka figured out the rest.

"Oh, shit," he whispered, jumping out of his chair and rushing for the bathroom.

Haruhi had already began undressing; slipping her shoes off first when Yasuchika entered. "Haruhi," he breathed, slowly walking over to her. She blinked, and looked at him, about to slip off her dress. He simply said nothing and continued to stare at her.

Haruhi clicked her tongue, "Have you never seen a girl get naked before, Yasuchika?" That pulled the young martial artist of out his reverie, and his cheeks tinted a light pink. "Um... no, I have; obviously. It's just that you're different, girl." She gave an innocent look, slipping the rose-colored dress down her slim frame,

"How am I different?"

She wasn't given an answer; not a verbal one, anyway. The next thing she knew, a pair of soft lips were pressed to hers, and a pair of strong arms were lowering her into the tub. She didn't breath a word, nor a complaint; just gave herself into the kiss. That was until she felt slightly two, slightly calloused fingers stroking her between her legs; her eyes shot wide open, and a feeling like nothing else rushed through her. It was almost too much; Yasuchika's touch burned down to her soul.

Yasuchika smirked into their kiss, swallowing the low moan his girl let out when he gently began exploring her lower regions. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling slightly before releasing it; relishing in the beautiful moan that was issued from Haruhi's throat. "D-damn i-it! Chika!" She growled as his ministrations became not so gentle; one of his fingers slipping easily into her accepting hole.

He groaned in pleasure as he felt her small hands twist themselves in his sandy brown hair, and that egged him on even more as he slipped his second finger in and began pumping in and out of her slowly.

"Ah... Ch... Chika.." she moaned lowly as the younger boy left her mouth and attacked her throat; sucking, licking and biting every part of porcelain skin he came into contact with. It was an explosion of sensations; of which Haruhi hadn't felt with other patrons. They hadn't even had sex yet and she was damn near losing her mind!

"Chika... damn it, just... fuck me! Or let me cum at least!" She moaned in frustration; causing the younger to release her throat and throw his head back laughing. The doe-eyed female glared as her legs trembled and a boiling fire sat in her abdomen, "It's not funny, you little brat!"

Yasuchika slowly stopped laughing, giving Haruhi one of his seductive smirks. "Now, now, is that any way to speak to me, girl?" As she was about to retort, she was cut short as he suddenly twisted his fingers inside of her and thrusted; hitting a place that made her see stars.

"Fuck! A-again! There!" She moaned, not caring about how he perceived her anymore; as long as she got what she wanted. Yasuchika didn't mind a bit as he set his thrusts on that spot and rubbed her clit with his thumb; dipping his head to take a rosy nipple into his mouth that was barely above the bath water. That did the small girl in as she lifted her hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers, and nearly screamed in ecstasy as she came; her hole spasming around his fingers.

Yasuchika groaned, truly aroused, as he felt her inner walls squeeze his fingers. He immediately wondered how it would feel to have them squeezing his cock. He smirked, and released her nipple, looking up at her face to see a light sheen of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks rosy. "Y-Yasuchika... that was... oh shit.." She groaned softly, still coming down from her euphoria.

The younger simply smirked, and pulled his fingers out of her; loving the sound she made. She opened her eyes just in time to see him sucking on his fingers, and she blushed. "What the hell?" He smirked, "My... you taste wonderful, girl." The sarcastic girl didn't know how to respond to that, so she grabbed him by the collar of his suit -he still had all his clothes on- and yanked; laughing at the scream that ripped out of his throat as he came crashing down into the bath. "YOU BITCH!"

Haruhi just smiled.

"Hey, Mell, check this shit out."

Mello, who was trying to kick in the bars of his cell, grunted and looked up at the sound of Matt's voice; raising an irritated eyebrow as he saw said boy hanging upside down with his legs wrapped around the cell bars. "Matt, could you fucking take this seriously? For once?" Matt shrugged, carefully untangling his legs.

"I'm very serious, Mell; you need to chill out-" "I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING CHILL OUT! THEY HAVE MY LEATHER! AND MY CHOCOLATE!" Mello interrupted Matt with a roar. Matt barely flinched as he gave Mello a side-long glance, "Mello. Freaking out is not going to help us get out of here."

The blonde huffed, crossing his arms, and sitting down on his cot, tapping his foot. "Then what do YOU propose we do, nerd?" Matt paid no mind to Mello's pet name, and paced back and forth in his cell, thinking.

Mello raised an eyebrow, awaiting his answer. He was about to flip his lid again when the gamer finally spoke, "We need to cause a diversion; one big enough to distract the whole operation." Mello wanted nothing more than to strangle his partner, "HOW THE FUCK-"

"DAMN IT, ITACHI! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I LISTEN TO YOU!" Kaoru's voice was heard as he, and apparently this Itachi, ran past the door with Kyoya's voice booming in the distance.

Mello blinked and looked at Matt, as a Cheshire cat grin crossed the smoker's face.

The biker glared, and gave Matt a 'why' expression.

Matt's Cheshire grin extended as he whipped his arm, and a piece of silver slid into his hand; a pick lock.

"Fuck you, that's why."

A/N: Yes... I realize it has been forever... but I didn't feel like writing on this... I kept getting distracted and writing short other things... but I still hope this is to your liking! If there are still people following this thing. lol oh and by the way... 60 REVIEWS? OH, YAY! This has the most by far of all my stories! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Anyway, if you forgive me for being... like 6 months late, please review. Or favorite/follow. Or all. :) ~Aly~