A/N: Request fic for xXItaHinaSasuXx.

WARNING: mature themes, drug use and drinking involved. Implied pedophilia. Don't like or approve then don't read. You've been warned.

Alrighty, well, itaNaruSasu is, as seems to be standard for my giftfics, a first for me. Ppl might be surprised to learn that I don't actually read fanfiction other than the ones I've read from my reviewers, so I had no idea how this was supposed to work. Still, ItaHinaSasu told me how it generally is and I learned just enough to know that I don't want to write a conventional ItaNaruSasu fic. So here's my attempt and may she be well pleased with it!

:S

Irresistible

Chapter 1

The nightclub appeared seedy from the outside. Located as it was in the sleazier part of town, that was perhaps appropriate. The interior was another story. Ironically named The Back Door, the club was a posh, well-known location for any and all gay activity. The individuals who owned it had connections in the police department, with zoning officials and every other authority figure who might have made an issue of tearing the establishment down. If it weren't for the fact that drugs and minors were involved the man standing in the shadow of the entrance likely wouldn't even be there.

He stood still, propping up the wall with one shoulder as his sharp eyes tracked two specific individuals through the hazy blue smoke of countless cigarettes. Everything in the club was one shade of blue or another. The floor was a shiny blue dark enough to appear black in the dim lights. The leather bar stools were sky blue, the glassware a sparkling cerulean. The small glass tables were beveled marvels of ocean blue. Complexions were given the sickly pallor of corpses under blue neon lights. Still, the man knew from mug shots that the two he watched were naturally pale.

They were the owners of the club. Brothers. He had to admit, they were a striking pair, oozing power and influence. They prowled through the assorted mass of stoned, half-naked or fucking patrons with the ease of being at home. Itachi and Sasuke, the club's most dangerous predators. They availed themselves of their patrons freely. If someone appeared rich they offered them free drugs, got them hooked, and then, when the poor sorry soul was good and addicted and begging for more, they threatened to withhold the drugs or expose their activities to loved ones until more money was given.

That was only one of their hobbies. He also knew the duo liked preying on the young and innocent.

He stood where he was for quite some time, watching how they worked. Homosexuality and the way gay people interacted was new territory for him, since he wasn't gay. The snippets of conversation he heard around him were so unfathomable as to almost be another language.

"How 'bout a fifty-fifty?"

"A seventy-one first."

"I had the most amazing four-nineteen last night"

"The dude had cranberries, honestly-"

"He had on this banana hammock that had me positively drooling-"

"There go the chicken snatchitori twins."

This last caught the man's attention. The one who said it had pointed with his chin to the brothers he was watching. He wondered what chicken snatchitori was and how it might pertain to his case.

The man, a detective called in specially to bring this establishment and the brothers down, had been studying them for the past year. Scum, the both of them. He watched with eyes narrowed against the smoke of his own cigarette as the older one, Itachi, reached between the legs of a well-dressed banker type. Sasuke circled the man from behind and tilted his head back for a little tongue action. The banker moaned loud enough for the detective to hear him over the loud thump of the tuneless techno music. He stubbed his cigarette out against the wall as he straightened up. He'd watch a little longer before making his move against them.

"My brother wants to thank you for the hefty deposit you made to our bank account," Sasuke whispered to the man, who actually was a banker. "How many clients at your job did you steal from to come up with such an amount?"

The man writhed as Itachi's mouth sucked his exposed cock strongly. "A-a few…oh, my gosh!"

Sasuke held the man down as he emptied quickly and noisily into his brother's talented mouth. No staying power at all. The fuck was married, a closet cross-dresser, definitely here without his wife's knowledge. It disgusted him to touch such a loser, but Itachi liked keeping the wealthy ones happy. Sasuke was content to oblige.

Itachi straightened up from the nearly unconscious man and licked his lips ostentatiously. Sasuke released the guy, letting him slump against his small indigo blue table. He turned, surveying the crowd for more interesting entertainment-

He stopped. His eyes widened, taking him in.

Carefully cut blonde hair that was artfully disarrayed. The body, though. It was hot, even seen from a distance. Sasuke found himself edging closer, his strides long and sinuous, his body undulating in the practiced yet unconscious way it did when he was hunting. He stood a few feet behind the guy, assessing him.

Young. Very young, probably not even legal yet.

Rich. That suit had been tailored in Italy or Sasuke was Shirley Temple.

The kid was sitting at the bar, his foot jigging nervously up and down. He was downing one mug of frothy beer after another, clearly tense. This made sense to Sasuke; he'd never seen the kid in here before and first-timers were always nervous. Already smiling in anticipation of using the boy's nerves against him, Sasuke reached out a slim hand, grasped the thick shoulder and boldly spun him around on his bar stool.

Time stood still.

It wasn't attraction. It was more than that. It was like…recognition. I know this kid, Sasuke thought illogically. I've met him a thousand times, in a thousand places, a thousand scenarios. We've met again and again and again. Sometimes we're enemies, sometimes friends, sometimes lovers. I know him. I know him. I know him, IknowhimIknowhimIkno-

He'd never seen the kid before in his life.

"Who are you?" Sasuke asked in a shaking voice. His whole body shook. His hand still rested on that shoulder, and everything inside him boiled in agitated remembrance.

What?! Remember what??? What do I remember, I've never seen this fuck before in my-

-oi, teme!-

Sasuke blinked. No one had ever called him that. Yet the voice had been hoarse, scratchy, and talking to him, reaching across the expanse of time. He knew if or when the kid in front of him spoke he would sound like that voice.

Impossible. I'm losing my mind.

"Who am I? You're the one grabbing me and staring at me like I have seventeen heads and all of them are speaking Greek…hey…you okay? Hey!"

Sasuke was sagging toward a faint. That voice was just like the one in his mind. How could that be?

The kid caught him easily, sat him on the stool next to his. He fanned Sasuke's face energetically. Sasuke got a whiff of the kid's expensive cologne. Boucheron, Pour Homme. The kid reeked of money.

He was also dazzlingly beautiful, despite his odd facial hair. Sasuke - jaded, disillusioned, so experienced that sex and looks had ceased to have all meaning for him - was left consciously trying to draw air into his lungs. This was not an exaggeration. The act, something his body performed without thought, now required a considerable amount of concentration. His lungs had seized up at meeting the kid's expression. Now they unlocked themselves and Sasuke was able to suck in a convulsive breath at last. Instead of helping, it only served to intensify the waves of dizziness that had cropped up. The kid's looks and the weird remembrance of something that had never happened left Sasuke feeling seriously unbalanced. "You-" he said in a strained voice.

"Yes?" the kid asked Sasuke. His gaze was curious.

He couldn't speak. Embarrassing. He had to drop his forehead into one hand as he blindly signaled the bartender for a stiff drink. Jesus, his head was spinning. Eyes closed, he heard a shot glass set down by his elbow. Sasuke groped for it, found it, downed it, grunted as the whiskey burned red fire down his throat. Better. He opened one eye, breathed through his nose for a few moments and decided he didn't remember anything. He'd had a brief episode, that was all.

"Are you all right?"

It was the kid speaking. Sasuke took his time answering, wanting to brace himself before facing him again. When he did turn to speak to the kid, he had his cool shell of indifference firmly in place.

"Yes, thank you," Sasuke drawled. "I'm fine."

The kid nodded jerkily, the worry in his eyes being replaced with his former nerves. Sasuke studied those blue eyes. He could tell they were naturally blue and not artificially so from the club's interior. The eyes darted here and there, never resting in any one place for long. Sasuke's gaze dropped lower, skimming over the wool suit, the tight black T-shirt beneath it. The kid was pure, grade A beef.

Sasuke brought his gaze back up, not interested in what he was packing between his legs just yet. He wanted to know what it was about his face that had him nearly fainting a few minutes ago. Why he felt such powerful recognition. "You're new here," he said.

"Huh? Oh, yeah…sort of asked to come here by some friends." The kid chewed peanuts, quaffed Budweisers. His leg was jigging up and down again.

Sasuke was beginning to relax, his old cloak of superiority falling around him to obscure his previous discomfort. He leaned toward the blonde a bit. "What's your name?"

-Naruto-

A blue glance. "Naruto. Yours?"

Sasuke's budding smile froze on his face. How did I know his name before he said it? He put it firmly from his mind, signaled for another drink."Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke." He stressed his family name, waiting for the usual expression of fear and awe to swarm over the kid's features. Everyone knew the Uchiha name. They were the oldest, richest mob family in the country.

"Good to meet you."

Nothing. The kid only asked for another beer and more nuts. Both were set before him. Sasuke frowned. Naruto didn't seem interested in striking up a conversation, either. Sasuke was not used to being ignored. Every patron who deigned to enter the club knew who he and his brother were. They either kissed ass to try and score drugs or did so to avoid displeasing an Uchiha. They didn't ignore a blatant invitation from one. Never.

Still, Sasuke didn't get up just yet. Naruto's sleeve drew back as he downed another beer and Sasuke caught sight of a Blancpain 1735. Impressive.

Itachi's attention had been caught by some man staring at him from where he stood against the wall. He stared back for a moment, wondering what the guy wanted. He didn't have the look Itachi associated with users, was not cheking out the assortment of flesh around him... in fact did not look as if he belonged there at all. He looked like a thug with his tall muscular body and worn leather jacket. Itachi signaled his security with a casual glance. He saw them move toward the man; he would be dead within the hour. No one made threats to an Uchiha, even silent ones.

He turned and found his brother having a conversation with someone Itachi could tell was rich as Croesus even from where he stood. He sauntered over for a closer look.

"-friends dared me to stay here till this placed closed. Told me to 'go with the flow', whatever that means. Hey, doesn't that thing hurt?"

It was the blond speaking. He gestured toward the tight leather shorts Sasuke was wearing. Itachi saw his brother shift, giving the blond a better view of his basket. "Not at all," Sasuke said easily. "But if you'd care to relieve me of them…"

Itachi saw the blond avert his gaze quickly to down another mug of beer. Perfect; young, rich and green. Hopefully stupid as well. Itachi grinned and slid to the stool on the blonde's right. "Sasuke, dear, who's this?"

Sasuke had seen his brother strolling up from the corner of his eye. Naruto turned to look at him and Sasuke mouthed 'winner' to his brother behind the blonde's shoulder. Out loud he said. "This is Naruto. Naruto, my brother, Itachi. We own this and many other establishments around town."

Naruto looked this brother over quickly. Least he had clothes on. His black evening attire was vastly preferable to what Sasuke had on which were those painful-looking shorts and a leather choker and that was it. The choker had a small red and white fan hanging from it, a fan that Naruto noticed was also on the large pinky ring Itachi wore. "'Sup," he said to Sasuke's brother. Itachi looked like he had nearly ten years on Sasuke.

Sasuke went on to explain how Naruto was new in town and had been more or less bribed to come here and 'experience something new.' Itachi could tell Sasuke was very interested in the kid. He guessed the kid could be no more than sixteen, if that. He was of average height, built nicely, though not bulky. Probably played some kind of youthful sport. A quick check of Naruto's hands dispelled that idea. They were manicured. Gym rat, then. The important thing was that he was young and rich, a rare combination. Itachi generally preferred young ones since they were so easy to manipulate. It was hard to find anyone wealthy below the age of forty. But here was the perfect blend of youth and wealth. Itachi intended to have him.

"Sasuke, where are your manners? Didn't you offer your new friend some refreshment?"

Naruto held his mug up. "I'm cool-"

A razor thin man wearing a latex thong materialized at Itachi's elbow. The server bent, offering the small silver tray he held to Naruto. Naruto looked at the offerings.

"What's that?" he asked.

"I'd like you to meet Tina," Itachi said with a small smile.

Naruto's eyes shot up in alarm. "No shit! That's meth?"

"You never tried it?" Sasuke asked.

"Nah. I don't use."

"A shame," Itachi murmured. He popped one of the small white crystals. He held Naruto's wide blue gaze as he leaned forward and cupped the back of his neck. He whispered hotly into Naruto's ear. "Care to come upstairs with us for some bonobo?"

Naruto had stiffened at the touch. He frowned now. "Huh?"

Sasuke leaned in from the other side. "He means would you like to come upstairs to our private rooms and have some fun."

Naruto didn't agree, but he didn't disagree either. He got up and walked behind Sasuke to a set of silver spiral stairs at the back of the club. Two armed guards stood at the foot of the stairs and another pair waited to either side of the steel door at the top. Naruto noticed the weaponry. He saw Itachi lean close to a retinal scanner next to the door. The door slid open to reveal a world of black walls, white carpets and mirrored surfaces.

Naruto found himself in a living room that tapered into a mirrored hall. Sasuke continue to lead the way until they came to a bedroom that was entirely black. It featured a large circular bed, a pole and many items hanging from the walls. A closer look showed the items to be whips, crops, gags, cuffs and-

"Um…I …think I should go. I probably shouldn't even be here, my mom might be worried about me." Naruto raised his trembling hand, looked at his eight-hundred thousand dollar watch. "Geez, it's after one, I was supposed to be home by-"

"Naruto, relax," Sasuke purred. "We're not going to bite."

"But-"

"How about you just watch for now?" Itachi said. He walked over to Sasuke and wrapped his arms loosely around him.

Naruto didn't really have much choice. He couldn't get out that steel door unless he was let out.

He didn't even know why he'd allowed himself to be brought up here. He and his friends had never discussed him fucking anyone from this club. He didn't much like the idea of watching these two brothers fuck, either.

But he had let himself be led up here. And he was honest enough with himself to realize it had everything to do with Sasuke.

He'd hid it well, or so he believed, but Naruto had felt a punch of deep, elemental attraction when he'd turned around on his stool to face the guy. There had been a few moments there when they'd both stared at each other. He knew his face had been shocked, maybe even panicked. He was straight. But here was this person with tastefully cut hair in blue-black layers, his large eyes looking right into Naruto's soul…then Sasuke had asked who he was and the spell had been broken. He'd been able to hide his reaction to Sasuke's beauty behind conversation and his appreciation of the ice-cold beer the bar served.

But that was all bullshit. Because no matter how attracted he was to this fag he was not going to be having sex with him or anyone. That wasn't part of the deal.

Sasuke unzipped his shorts himself, revealing an average cock and a set of plump pink balls. He watched Naruto with a smile as Itachi swallowed this offering without preamble. Sasuke kicked his shorts off idly, seemingly unaffected by what his brother was doing. He rested a hand on Itachi's head, fondling his ponytail. It was as his eyes ran up and down Naruto's body that Sasuke's member began to harden. His lips parted and his breathing deepened. Naruto watched apprehensively as Sasuke eventually pushed Itachi away to come over to Naruto. His wet cock swung stiffly with each step.

Sasuke was used to his brother's touch. It was no longer exciting. Sex itself held little interest for him these days. Itachi was the horny one. Then again, Itachi was hooked on meth. He himself didn't touch the stuff. Other things stimulated him. Generally, it was Itachi who went for these young types. Sasuke just played along out f boredom. But whoever he was, Naruto called to everything in Sasuke. His body hummed in excitement, real excitement at being near the blonde. Sasuke couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this around anyone. The voice called to mind a sense, dim and distant, of incredible intimacy shared between them. The kind of intimacy Sasuke always shied away from. The kind of intimacy attained only through years of being in love or blood spilt or battles fought side by side. Nonsense. I can't be in love with someone I've never met. I don't even believe in love. These things swirled in his mind as he stepped up to Naruto's hyperventilating, cringing body.

Naruto had nowhere to go. His back was to the wall as Sasuke, eyes shining with hunger, leaned in to kiss him. He hoped Sasuke thought he was nervous. If he knew Naruto was breathing like a runaway train from anticipation, who knew how far this shit would go-

Sasuke's lips touched his and Naruto thought I know this touch…these lips. Then thought was gone.

The blood just wouldn't stop gushing. Kiba pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to staunch the flow as he leaned against the wreck of a Honda he and his partner had used for tonight. He checked his watch. The ass had better make an appearance quickly or I'm leaving him to find his own way back to headquarters, Kiba thought. The way his partner looked he'd be easy prey for this particular neighborhood.

Then again, maybe not. The jerk was a fighting genius, among other things. Besides, Kiba didn't have the keys.

His nose finally stopped leaking. He straightened when the club door slammed open and his partner came striding out angrily.

Scratch that. His partner looked scared. As if the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels.

"What-" Kiba began.

"Shut up and get in the christing car," Naruto spat.

Kiba hurried to obey; Naruto was already twisting the key savagely in the ignition. Kiba barely got his leg in and the door closed before the car was peeling rubber out of the garbage-strewn alley behind the club.

He watched Naruto as he drove in silence. Fuming silence. When Kiba deemed it was safe, he ventured a question. "Success?"

"Depends. They definitely peddle meth on the premises, contrary to what Itachi's told countless judges. I showed my ID to the guys at the entrance and they let me right on through, so I know they deliberately let minors in. I made that ID with crayon. Purple crayon."

"So we got 'em, then!"

"Not quite. He offered me the meth but didn't push. And he didn't slip any into my drinks. I made it easy for him, kept swilling the shit."

"And yet you seem sober."

"High tolerance," Naruto muttered. He swerved to avoid a bag lady and jumped the curb in front of the station they were both working out of. He was out of the car before it had fully stopped. Kiba ran to keep up.

"So, what more do we need?"

"For starters, we need-" Naruto got a glance at Kiba's face under the harsh fluorescent lighting. "What happened to you?"

"Good of you to finally notice. Itachi had his goons rough me up some. They actually pulled a gun on me."

"And?"

Kiba grinned in a distinctly canine way. Naruto shuddered. The goons were probably history.

Inuzuka Kiba was an old friend. They'd both been cops, had made detective together, though Naruto had retired when his dad had died five years ago. He'd moved off to Tokyo, while Kiba had stayed in their home town. He'd heard rumors that the Uchiha mob boss now lived in the same town, but hadn't realized how much of it he'd taken over until Kiba called him one day last year. He'd requested Naruto's express help in taking down Itachi and his brother.

"Can't be done," Naruto had said. "Too sneaky and powerful."

"It can if you help me. Dude, you were the department's top detective, how can you just turn your back on all that?" Kiba's voice had been plaintive.

In the end, he'd agreed. He had nothing better to do.

Kiba said Naruto was the perfect bait. He was richer than God and looked a good ten years younger than he actually was. Naruto was forced to agree; If they were going to entrap the Uchihas they would need to prey upon their weakness for young meat and wealthy individuals.

Naruto stepped into the dingy elevator as he resumed where he'd left off. Kiba punched the button for the third floor. "We need to catch him slipping drugs to a minor or having sex with a minor. If he really wants me, he'll have to get me hooked on that shit or there won't be any reason for me to come back. I have to admit, I really expected him to push me harder tonight. Maybe I blew my cover?"

"You were amazing. That whole nervous schoolboy act was unbelievable. I saw some of it before those assholes tried to end me."

Naruto suddenly remembered something. "What's chicken snatchitori? And bonobo?"

Kiba snorted. "No clue. Google it."

"I need to go back there."

"For sure. What happened, anyway? You were in there a long time."

They were now at Kiba's desk. It was cluttered with papers and files. A few other detectives waved wearily on their way to the coffee machine or from where they sat before their computers. Naruto perched on Kiba's desk, one handmade leather loafer swinging. His face grew red, Kiba was interested to note.

Naruto didn't even want to think about what had happened…but he did anyway.

Beneath the shocking familiarity of Sasuke's mouth was the slow, uncurling heat of Naruto's awakening arousal. His pants grew tight with it, his palms sweaty. Sasuke had him by maybe an inch, but Naruto was definitely the stronger of the two. Yet he let Sasuke anchor him against the wall with his slight frame as his head slanted and his tongue entered Naruto's mouth. He could feel Sasuke's hot hands on his chest, one knee coming up to part his thighs. Naruto felt one hand drop to unzip his trousers, slip down around his erection…

He twisted away from the kiss, stammering incoherencies as he zipped himself back up and ran for the door. Itachi let him leave, inviting him to come back anytime he wished. Naruto had heard his high laughter as he nearly broke his neck getting down the spiral stairs.

"Nothing. Had to take a shit," he told Kiba. Lying to your partner probably wasn't the wisest thing to do, but Naruto would think about that later. When he'd figured out why he'd been swapping spit with a guy and letting the same guy touch his dick. Ugh.

"What are you going to do when you go back? You know you can't wear a wire. Or a cam."

"Leave the electronics to me. I got some stuff, not patented yet, mind you…but I think it will get past Itachi's security. I just wish I knew why he didn't push me harder tonight."

Kiba shrugged, checked his watch. "Shit, my squash is probably all withered!" He swung to his computer, booted it up. Naruto rolled his eyes as he told him he'd see him in the morning, after a few hour's sleep. Kiba didn't answer. He was a Farmville addict the likes of which Naruto had never seen. Thank god he himself didn't use Facebook.

"Why'd you let him leave," Sasuke asked. He was stretched out on the bed, watching as Itachi inserted meth into his anus. His brother sighed before answering.

"I didn't like what I was seeing."

"And that would be?"

"You. Him. You all over him. You never get attached to anyone."

"And I'm not attached to him. I was only kissing him. You jealous, Itachi?"

Itachi took a moment before answering. "Maybe. I don't trust him. What kid comes in here and refuses Tina? Half of them come in here in hopes of scoring some for free." And I want that kid for myself, Itachi thought but didn't say.

"He's just green, is all. And rich. I'd kill for that watch."

"I could buy you that watch."

"So you could." Sasuke stretched. "I want to see him again. Have your people do a search on him."

"Already did. We should know who he is by this afternoon. But there's no reason for him to come back. I don't even think he's family, Sasuke. I'd really like to know what he was doing here if he's straight and clean."

"I told you, his friends dared him."

"Sometimes," Itachi said as he moved to enter Sasuke, "you're too naïve, little brother."

Maybe I am, Sasuke thought. But you didn't feel the way he kissed me. He'll be back, all right.

Sasuke was sure of it.