They stepped into the room.

Crisp white marble with naturally formed rivers of black marble running through it, covered the floor. The cool stone felt wonderful on their tired feet when they slipped their shoes off. A young woman was kneeling at their feet and slipped on silk slippers. Itachi let out a small moan at the softness. The girl gave a small chuckle.

"Did you walk far to find us?" She asked, her voice pleasant to his ears.

Before Itachi could respond, more hands were taking off his cloak and his weapon pouches. "Hey-!" He shouted, stepping away from the women. He bumped into a familiar strong presence. He looked up into Kisame's grinning face looking down at him.

"What's the matter Ita? Have you forgotten about women?" He laughed as Itachi's face turned crimson. He pushed himself away from Kisame.

"No!" He admonished, "I simply don't like people invading my space!"

"Lame," Kisame deadpanned and rolled his eyes. "Quit being a little bitch."

"Ge-gentlemen... if I could redirect your attention..." the short man said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Please. Please. Look." He gestures toward the line of women in the room.

Itachi paused in admiring the tapestries that hung from the walls to look in front of him. Five women stood, ranging in age but certainly young, and shapes and sizes. He was drawn to a dark haired beauty who seemed to be enticing him with her feline like eyes. I wonder if she's read that chapter in Icha Icha...

His attention was drawn back to the present when he heard Kisame make a growl like noise. "Turn" he ordered in a tone that didn't allow for disobedience. They did as he instructed and Kisame began judging once more.

"Hmmmm." He glanced and saw Itachi from the corner of his eye. "What do you think?" He asked. He was curious what his virtuous partner would say.

Itachi paled. What?! This isn't part of-?! What does my opinion matter?! His brain was screaming at him to not answer but he couldn't help it.

"It's-" he cleared his throat. "It's your choice. This is for you." Whew! Diplomatic, non engaging... I think I'm ok!

After what seemed like forever, Kisame pointed to a woman. "Her. I'll take her."

"Very good choice sir! And what is her class?" The gentleman asked. Kisame grinned, "rare."

Class? Rare? I don't-?

"Very good sir! Now, please follow the women to the bathing room. We want you to relax and enjoy yourselves!"

Itachi felt himself being swept along toward a bathing room. Eager hands took off his clothing and undid his ponytail. He protested when they wanted to take off his boxers but he was soon naked, the process making Kisame laugh.

He had no issues with being stripped and was quite happy when he was freed from his boxers. His dual cocks caused gasps and excited whispers amongst the women. I love it here!

They were taken over to the bathing area and scrubbed clean. Itachi enjoyed the scalp massage and held a washcloth over his cock to maintain some of his dignity. Kisame, had none.

He was loving the feeling of hands on his body, tracing the outline of his muscles. He definitely didn't mind the hands that stroked his cocks or the breasts that pushed into his back every so often.

After being thoroughly cleaned and dried, they were led over to the soaking pool. The steam uncurled in the cooling night and the two men gratefully slipped into the hot waters. A floating tray of sake and cups slid into the pool and the women left, going back inside and to other tasks and patrons to care for.

Itachi leaned his head back and looked up into the evening sky. He heard Kisame let out a contented sigh. He looked happy and Itachi smiled. This is a good place for him. There's no judgement. Why was there so much secrecy around this place? It's just a high class brothel. Itachi shrugged and sipped his sake. Tonight he would drink and forget all his problems.

Just as he was looking around for more sake, the women reappeared with towels.

"It's time. Come!" They called, like a group of sirens.

The water's surface exploded as Kisame emerged from the bottom where he had been soaking. His hands flicked through his hair, sending painful water stings toward Itachi who had been knocked over by the wave.

"It's time?!" He asked excitedly, swimming quickly to the edge and pulling himself out of the pool. The women giggled and whispered again when they saw the cocks and Itachi was sure he heard some lighthearted arguing between them.

After he had pulled himself from the pool, he was wrapped in a towel and gently dried. A navy blue silk robe was put on him and tied at his waist. Silk slippers were put onto his feet and soft small hands took his and began to lead him.

Kisame walked ahead with his arms around the waist of two women. He was laughing and joking with them, making them blush and giggle.

They stepped back into the room they were in before. While they had been gone, the room had been cleaned and rearranged. A long low table was placed in the center of the room. There were only two cushions on floor. It's probably just us for the dinner. I would've thought the women would still be around?

Incense sticks were burning, giving the room a hazy quality. The scent was alluring, making Itachi feel calm and somehow prepared. Prepared for what, though?

The short man from the beginning returned. He stepped in from a secret door that connected the room to the working area of the inn.

"Gentlemen. I trust you are hungry now?" He asked, a creepy smile on his face.

"Yes," Kisame replied for them. The huskiness was back in his voice and his fingers were digging into his thighs, like he was trying to calm himself down. Itachi sat up straighter and focused on what was unfolding in front of him.

"As you command," the man said and stepped to the side, bowing. Four men, dressed in blood red robes with black masks entered the room. They each carried a corner of a slab of wood. They stepped inside, moving to some rhythm known only to them. Itachi couldn't quite see what was on the slab but he was hoping it was some fancy meal. He was in the mood to try something exotic.

The men stepped closer and closer and with each step Itachi looked in horror as he began to comprehend what he was seeing.

The secrecy.

"Who do you choose?"

"Her. I'll take her."

"What class?"

"Rare."

The men lowered the slab onto the tabletop. There she lay, asleep, on her back. Her white hair lay like a halo around her head. Her skin was so pale that one could see her veins. Small rose pink nipples topped her round breasts. He looked further down, to the light dusting of white hair on her pubis. She looked delicate. She looked fragile.

The short man came forward and lay a wrapped bundle at Kisame's right hand. "Sir," he said, "per your request."

His request? When did he have time to make a request?!

Kisame grinned sinisterly and opened the bundle. When Itachi saw what was contained within he had to stifle his scream.