A/N: I was so pleased to see that after all these years, this absolutely insane fic was still able to generate some attention. I am really really thankful. This fic will be done in a few more chapters so please stay tuned till the end, and check out my profile for a whole bunch of other new works & newly updated works! ~Love, K.M.

You Will Not Remember Me

~ First/Last Time ~

Itachi pressed kiss after kiss onto Aida's skin, pulling her vest and shirt clean off. He ran his hands up her sides, and scraped his fingers down the pale skin of her waist. He never broke skin, but he wanted to; against reason, he wanted some part of her to bare the evidence of his presence on her, in her. He pulled her close and tilted her head back almost all the way, licking down the column of her neck as she released labored breathes.

Trying hard to think through the waves of want wracking through her, Aida unbuttoned and removed his cloak with trembling fingers, letting it pool on the floor. She was already so desperate she could barely think; she pulled at the bottom hem of Itachi's shirt and tried to lift up, but the angle was wrong and she could not figure out how to get it off of him. She whined low in her throat, half in frustration and half from the feeling of having him bite down hard on the juncture of her collarbone, right above where her uniform collar would sit, right there in the open for everyone to see.

She wanted them to see, she realized.

As Itachi slid one of her bra straps down her arm, she shivered hard and moaned. She wanted this so badly; but she did not like how she was completely being led by him.

Itachi pulled back and pressed his hand to her neck, meeting her eyes, "Are you alright?" he asked, and Aida shook her head.

He raised an eyebrow, "What can I-?" he honestly had not been expecting that answer, and did not know what follow up question he should be asking. He tilted his head to the left and Aida laughed.

"You're so beautiful, and I want to see you so badly, but I'm the one who's almost fully unclothed. I think it's rude, and I want you to take your stupid shirt off," she panted, with a put-upon very serious look on her face. Itachi had to laugh too, but when she pulled at his shirt again, he obliged her, removing the garment and laying it over the backs of one of the chairs in the cafe.

Their eyes met and she blushed hard, reaching out to him and running her hands over his chest and down his back, reaching up to lick his neck just as he had done to her. She felt so wanted by him, and she wanted him to feel just as wanted, after all.

Abruptly, Itachi figured that there was no feasible way they would be able to return back to his hotel room in time. He was already almost completely hard and with the way Aida was pressing against him, moving, and rutting and panting, she must have been desperate too. Aida was having similar thoughts; she wanted him now, and there was no way she would be able to keep her voice down if they went to her apartment. Since Niha was there, sleeping as lightly as she did (even with her medication), and she already felt like she wanted to scream just feeling his length just press against her through his pants, that would not be an option.

Itachi broke her thoughts; grabbing her, and lifting her into his arms. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. It felt so good; his skin was soft, and his muscles were firm and warm against her body. She felt herself heat up and get wet, dampening her underwear. She felt her legs tremble against him, and hoped that she would not fall, and that he would not feel just how much she wanted him already.

She hid her head in his neck and bit down to suppress a moan.

Itachi felt himself harden completely at the force of her teeth; and just after, once the smell of his arousal infiltrated her senses, he moaned. She smelt sweet and musky, and it was so thick he could taste it on his tongue. He wanted to taste more than just the scent too; his mouth watered at the thought and he pulled away.

"We... We should move," he said, voice so low that he would have been surprised if she could make out his words, "The lights are still on... And these curtains aren't opaque, and there are only, uhm, tables here," he trailed off, with an exhale. Aida smelt so good and felt so hot against him. He wanted to throw her against a table and start licking into her core already.

"There's a break room beside the kitchen," Aida said, tightening her legs harder around him. She knew that there was a couch in the break room, and a futon too. (She had used them both on days when Niha was working here late, and the apartment felt so alone.) But that's not what she thought of now; as Itachi straightened up, pressing his arms tight around her so she would not fall as he walked the two of them over there.

She flushed thinking of what would happen when they got there. The two of them, alone, on a bed, naked, wanting... She knew that she wanted it; wanted him, but was nervous all the while.

When they reached the room, Itachi laid her down on the couch and tried to pull back, but she wouldn't let go of his neck.

"Uhm, ha-, have you ever done this-, I mean, anything like this before?" she asked in a rush, but then mentally berated herself. Of course, he would have, right? He was so handsome and nice, and obviously strong; he probably had girls lined up the block.

"Uhm," Itachi looked off to the side uncomfortably, "I mean I have kissed a girl that I liked, when I was a kid; I guess we dated. And then when I was a little older, there... Someone special..."

Aida felt pained at his small and upset tone, and drew him into her arms. She hadn't meant to bring up bad memories; obviously, something had gone terribly wrong with that special someone based on his tone. She wanted to ask more; to know more about his life, but reeled herself back

"I'm so sorry to hear that, I'm sure she was a great girl," Aida tried, "I shouldn't pry, I really am sorry," she said partly to comfort him, and partly to warn herself of her place in his life; it really was not her right to know. No matter how she felt, they were relative strangers, even still.

But Itachi looked even more conflicted; then, he took a deep breathe, "He was great," he whispered, and pulled back. "I can... leave... sorry."

Aida shook her head and gripped his wrist hard enough to bruise. Itachi was probably worried about what she would think about the fact that he had been with a guy; or liked a guy. She was sure that to a homophobe it made no difference how far that had went, but she was not a homophobe, and even if it was not her intention, she felt awful about making him feel self-conscious about liking someone; of having the privilege to fall in love with someone - anyone, regardless of gender.

"I am sure he was a great guy then," she said simply, putting her hand over his, where it rested on his own knee. Itachi looked a little surprised, but soon he smiled; bright and wide and warm, like he really could not believe how fantastic Aida was for not accepting a thing like that. The thought saddened her, because really who could begrudge people like them for finding love wherever they could get it? But it also emboldened her. She squeezed Itachi's knee and took a breathe.

"Being able to love someone is such a privilege... When I think about what it means, I feel bad that some people have to limit themselves to just the opposite gender... I wouldn't."

Itachi didn't say anything, but with the resumed passion with which he kissed her, Aida imagined that she had said the correct thing. Slowly, they shed the rest of their clothes, shoes, and all of their accessories. Itachi moved in between her legs, and began kissing down her neck. Aida would be lying if she said that she did not feel self-conscious at all underneath his touch, but he made her feel so good, it was hard to focus on thinking about if her arms were too muscular, or her body not curvy enough when everything felt so hot and hazy, and Itachi looked like he was enjoying himself so much too.

He cupped his hands around her breasts, and thumbed over each nipple, following the motion with his tongue until she whined and tried to push him away. He mentally debated whether or not that was a hard 'no,' or if it felt really good, when he felt the wet sweet scent of her arousal again; this time stronger and more concentrated. It was definitely a feels too good kind of 'no.' He reached his hand lower, trailing it down her body, and over her hips; nudging his fingers down in between the folds of her labia, to press hard against her entrance, wet and fluttering hard against the pressure of his hand.

Aida was panting so hard now; one of her hands was clutching at the cushion of the couch while the other one was pressed against her mouth.

"Can I touch you here," he asked, meeting her eyes, "I want... I want to be in you, but only if you want it too," he finished. He felt his cock jump and twitch against his stomach at just the thought of it, but he would stop if it was getting too much, if she was feeling too caught up.

He imagined Shisui again, laughing at him. The last time he had done anything like this, it had been with him; and he had been so gentle and considerate. Although Itachi had felt so embarrassed at the time, at the constant eye contact the older boy had made, as he moved his hands over his body, he realized that it made him feel precious; like no matter what happened, he would still like him, love him.

He felt his breathe catch in his throat and he closed his eyes. Could some like him really be worthy of being loved not only once, but twice?

"You're so sweet," she whispered, shaking her head, "It just feels really good." She met his eyes and blushed deeply, before hurriedly looking away. "Please."

Itachi groaned and blushed hard, "Okay."

A/N: I am so sorry that this scene is a little cutesy! But they are both only teens so I wanted to give off that kind of feeling, at least in the beginning, although since I'm not too good at writing this kind of content, it may have come off weirdly. I would really appreciate your feedback! Take care.