Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto

I can be your whore! I am the dirt you created, I am your sinner, I am your whore. But let me tell you something baby, you love me for everything you hate me for! — In This Moment

"Hana! You're up!" Shizune shouted. Shizune was vital to the girls at Jiraiya's club. She was the liaison between the girls and Jiraiya and took care of them.

"Thanks Shizu-chan!" Hana applied the last of the cover up on her scars and bruises, before heading towards the door.

"Hana, dazzle them tonight." Shizune ran up to Hana and shoved a toy whip into the Inuzuka's hands. "You are sexy and you're dangerous, yet you like to have fun. And there is a special guy out there tonight," Shizune said with a wink. Hana hoped it was Itachi.

Itachi eyed Shisui, who seemed to be enjoying himself. "Shisui," Itachi grumbled.

"Hey, you can go home if you want," Shisui replied.

"Hn." Itachi glanced around, his dark eyes picking up things.

"So, who is this girl?" Shisui asked.

"I told you, she's the Inuzuka girl," Itachi grumbled. Shisui nodded as he sipped his beer.

"Why don't you drink, loosen up!" Shisui slapped a hand onto Itachi's back.

"Hn." Itachi watched as the curtain lifted, revealing a masked man with silver hair.

"Our next kunoichi is armed and dangerous! Put your hands together for the lovely, sexy and dangerous… Fang!" Kakashi announced before vanishing through a trap door on the stage.

Itachi's eyes nearly jumped out of his skull. The girl that was swaying her hips and hanging on the pole was surely not the same girl he bought a cheeseburger for. She didn't have a mark on her body, save for the red tattoos on her cheeks. He was drawn to her, hypnotized by the way her hips swayed from side to side, how she pulled herself on that pole, hell! He wanted to be that pole! Just to feel her tongue against his skin, better yet, those pearly teeth against his flesh. Itachi groaned.

"Itachi?" Shisui shook him.

"Hn?" Itachi looked at his cousin and best friend.

"You okay?" Shisui asked.

"Peachy." Itachi fixed his eyes on the nearest fat guy, and it took all of his will power not to look at the dancing beauty.

It was a quarter to one. Shisui had gone home; he still had a job, and told Itachi he envied him for his stretch of days off. "Hi-ya!" Hana grinned sliding into a seat besides Itachi. He didn't jump, just calmly looked at her.

"Hn." he snorted.

"So, didja like it?" Hana asked. Of course, he liked it; he loved it.

"Hn." he sipped his water.

"Why don't you come over to my place, and I'll show you the forbidden stuff," Hana purred. Itachi blinked and was sorely tempted to take her up on the offer. "Not only would it crush my feelings but I'm pretty sure the little weasel wants to play." Hana smirked. Itachi was glad that the lighting in the placed was screwy, because Hana couldn't see his blush. "Well, if you change your mind," she sighed dramatically and got up and took one step before Itachi pulled her back into his lap, nuzzling her bare neck.

"How dare you torment me and think you can just get away with it?" he whispered, his chapped lips brushing against her skin. Hana snickered.

"Then come upstairs, there are private rooms," Hana grinned.

"No." Itachi looked at her. "My place." A predatory glint sparked in his black orbs. "I don't want anyone to hear you scream my name in rapture."

"Okay, just let me get my stuff and tell Shizune," Hana pulled free of Itachi's grasp and ran up to another woman.

Hana was surprised that Itachi hadn't jumped her yet. Most house calls, the guy jumped her before the door was even close; knowing the Kakashi and Ibiki weren't there to stop them from getting too frisky. "Bet it's his first time, I hate breaking in newbies," Hana grumbled.

"Actually no, I've had sex before," Itachi said.

"Yeah, with yourself." Hana smirked, as she saw Itachi blush slightly.

"No, her name was Izumi if you must know. She and I were an item a few years ago." Itachi held his head high, "we've since broken up," he finished a bit indignantly.

"Right, sure." Hana flopped back, skillfully positioning herself to look the most inviting as possible. "Whatever you say big boy, just give it to me rough." she smirked, as Itachi walked closer to her. "Though on second thought, I doubt you are that big," she teased.

Itachi pounced on her. "Are you implying you've seen bigger?" he purred.

"Maybe," Hana pushed herself up, catching his lips with hers. Hana closed her eyes with a soft moan, his hands running along her waist, only to slip under the skimpy little tank top that was her nightshirt. Hana bit his lip. He pulled away blinking.

"What? I can't have my way with you now?" he growled, eyes narrowing.

"Tch." She sat up, wiggling into his lap as she tossed her arms over his neck. She began kissing his jaw, then down along his neck, her hands slipping under the white tank top, easily removing it from his body; nipping his shoulders.

Itachi groaned, his hands tightening as Hana wiggled in his lap and nipped his skin. "Hana," he breathed into her ear.

"Hm?" she looked at him, before she was suddenly on her back.

"I'll have you know, a little pain doesn't bother me." He leaned down towards her, "you'll have to do more than that to get me to scream; because before the night is done I'll have you screaming." He pulled the top off her body exposing her marred flesh and perky breasts. He smirked, a hungry look in those onyx eyes of his. Hana blinked, suddenly calm and sure of herself, she knew Itachi wouldn't hurt her, not like the others, not like Hidan.

Hana groaned, arching her back as he bit her shoulder, his calloused hands running along her toned stomach. "That'll leave a mark," Hana pointed out.

"Mine," he breathed, pinching her nipples, while his other hand slipped into her pants to finger her. Hana moaned softly, wiggling her hips.

"All yours," she breathed, yet it didn't sound hollow any more. She didn't mind belonging to this strange, dark eyed man.

Itachi kissed her breasts before sucking on them in turn. Hana moaned softly, her breath catching in her throat. She half-heartedly pushed against his chest, which was smooth, bare, and so muscular. She found his tied back hair and pulled the ribbon free, his hair cascading down his shoulders and face. Hana gleefully fisted her hands into those black locks, tugging at them, causing Itachi to moan and bit her breasts.

She felt her pajama bottoms being removed as Itachi kissed and nipped his way down to her waist, pausing only to thrust his tongue into her naval. Hana giggled, weaving her fingers through his dark hair. She was so wet and throbbing with desire, he was just staring at her, playing with the dark curls atop her womanhood. "Ita—" he bent down and kissed her between her legs, "—chiii!" Hana moaned, pressing her knees around his head to keep him down there.

Itachi chuckled softly, holding her ankles, enjoying the feel of her knees pressing against his head and her hands in his hair. Hana's heady musk and the scent of her arousal made him grow harder, and the restrictiveness of his pants were physically starting to hurt. He tugged on her outer lips with his teeth, just to hear her moan, but he wanted to hear her yelp, maybe even scream, so he bit down harder and gave a sharper tug. He was rewarded with a sharp dog like yip, before he thrust his tongue into her cavern, lapping at her juices.

Hana moaned softly, she was so hot, so wet, so close to coming, any second now and…

Hana glared down at Itachi, as he raised his head up, she twitched, she was about to come and he had to stop. Fucking ass, well, he'll pay for that, Hana easily pushed him onto his back, ignoring his manic laughter as her hands and lips touched, scratched, kissed and bit every inch of that delectable flesh he possessed.

She tugged off his pants, tossing them over her shoulder, underwear and all, before staring at his manhood. "Well?" his voice soft and husky as he fingered himself. "Am I everything you imagined?" he asked with a smirk. Hana grinned.

"Let's see how you fit first, and then I'll think about buying." She kissed his lower thigh, slowly working her way upwards, her fingers digging into his calves. Hana licked his shaft, slowly, as if she was savoring a popsicle. Itachi let out a shuddering groan as she kissed the crown, before taking all of him into her mouth. She pulled back slowly, only to take the foreskin between her teeth and gave it a sharp, slightly painful tug. Itachi silently gasp, and Hana licked the crown, shuddering as Itachi groaned.

"Damn you," he muttered as Hana, giggling pulled away.

"Tit for tat," she sneered.

Itachi pounced on her, and didn't even bother giving her a warning as he drove himself into her up to the hilt. Hana couldn't help but scream in rapture. Itachi began a steady rhythm, Hana mumbling for him to go harder, faster, and he was very happy to comply.

Hana pulled him down, her nails cutting red fissures into his skin. She bit down on his shoulder, and then she came; she increase the pressure of her bite until she tasted blood in her mouth, but she didn't care and Itachi didn't seem to mind at the moment either, because his eyes were glassy as he climaxed.

Itachi wondered why his arms were shaking so badly. Hell, he'd never had an orgasm like that before and it was… wonderful. He couldn't help but stare down at the woman beneath him. With a sleepy smile, Hana tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. "You're cute when you smile," she murmured, before drifting off to sleep. Itachi pulled out of her, before he fell besides her. Hana mumbled in her sleep as he pulled her close, kissing her neck. He didn't love her or maybe he did, but he surely cared about her. The sex was awesome and he knew that given time, he knew he could love her. Itachi smiled as he nuzzled her neck.

"Hana," he whispered softly and vaguely wondered how he got so lucky.

Hana felt hot breath on her the next morning. Her brain was fuzzy and refusing to compute anything, other than the fact that she was warm, safe and very, very happy. Slowly as she woke, she tried to get up, but a pair of strong arms held her in place.

"Nnngh." Someone nuzzled her bare back. Then is all came back to her. Last night, Itachi, sex, the club, everything. She groaned. How could she have been so stupid to actually fall asleep in his own bed! It was a no-no in her book. Bang 'em and leave 'em, is how she worked. Hana rolled over as best she could to stare into Itachi's sleeping face. She couldn't help but be reminded of a child for his face was relaxed; the lines on either side of his nose weren't that noticeable. He was tranquil, as she gently pushed more black hair from his face. "Hana?" he breathed softly, startling her.

"Shh." She cupped his cheek. "Sleep, I'm not going anywhere," she whispered. He smiled and chuckled softly.

"Nah, I've been awake for a good hour and a half." He smirked.

"Bitch," she grumbled, trying to fight down the blush that crept onto her cheeks. There was something oddly flattering about knowing that he had watched her sleep.

Hana sat up, grabbing her pajama top, and pulling over her head. "Well, thanks for the sex, but I have to get going." Hana was about to get out of bed, but Itachi grabbed her hand.

"Stay," his voice was soft. It wasn't a command but a request. "I'll make breakfast," he said. Hana blinked.

"I barely know you!" Hana pointed out. Swell Hana, ruin the moment why don'tcha? Really smooth girl. She mentally kicked herself. Itachi frowned, letting go of her wrist.

"I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't've asked," he muttered, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and slipping into them. Hana felt her heart crack at his dejected mannerism.

Awkward.

"Hey, Itachi, uhm…I'd love to stay," she said with a smile. He looked at her, blinked then smiled.

"I'll fix waffles then," he turned and headed towards the door. Hana caught sight of a small red cloud tattooed onto his left shoulder blade.

Akatsuki? He was a member of Akatsuki!?

The end of Act II.

This was the ending part of the first chapter, but I broke it up into two parts since I was lazy and I didn't want to edit all 24 godsdamn pages last night, and I watch too much crime drama. I know, I know!

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-Nemo