"Did you not hear me? I said remove your dirty hand away from her!" Sasuke said hotly. 

"Really little brother, you would think one being raised in an affluent household would accompany oneself with proper manners," Itachi commented. He removed his only contact with the desirable woman standing beside him. He was fuming, yes, but it wouldn't do good to cause a scene, especially if he was hoping to send a chivalrous image to Miss Shizumi. 

"One would think being raised in a blessed household would accompany oneself with gratitude instead of throwing everything away," the younger man retorted. 

"Enough. I'm surprised you managed the courage to show face here son," his father cut in. 

"Father," he greeted curtly. "What kind of son would I represent to the public after you politely sent an invitation?" 

"Hmph. Are you ready to ever quit that sullying job of yours?"  

"I'm afraid not." 

"Thought so. I still don't understand why you lower yourself to such a filthy profession when you can handle the most successful corporation of all time." 

"That's for me to know and you to understand then, Father," 

Before the older man could remark, his mother stepped up and embraced him. "Oh Itachi, you never call anymore! It's so nice to see your darling face again." 

As if you ever returned the favor, Mother? 

"Forgive me. I've been busy."  

"Hn. [Name], how about that date I promised you tonight?" Sasuke turned his attention to her, an arm extended towards her. 

She had been quiet the entire time, unsure what to make of the family reunion. He saw her blink twice before she smiled and said, "Yes, of course." 

Itachi balled his hands into fists. How dare he touch what was mine? 

Relax. Remember, you marked her in more ways than one. The strain in his shoulders disappeared. "If you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to," he lied. As he turned to walk away, he felt a short tug on his tuxedo sleeve. 

She had been the one to call for his attention, which caused him to unexpectedly smile at her. Perhaps she would follow him and they could have a second round? 

"I apologize for intruding on your family meeting," she quietly said. "On a side note, expect to see me in a few days." 

His brows furrowed in confusion. "Pardon?" 

She reached her hand to tap his forehead lightly and laughed. "Masseur, I hope you haven't forgotten your duties." 

He cleared his throat to hide his bewilderment. "Of course not." 

"[Name]? You shouldn't be talking to this scum right here," Sasuke said, disrupting their conversation. He glared, roughly placing his arm around her waist, claiming possession. 

What I wouldn't give to incinerate his arm off at the moment. 

She rolled her eyes. "Oh compose yourself, Sasuke. Your brother isn't incorrigible at all." 

His heart skipped a beat. She defended me! 

Sensing her tone, Sasuke diverted the subject safely by asking, "Are you ready to eat?" 

"I suppose so." With her agreement, he briskly ushered her out of the hotel but not before she turned her head, looked at him and mouthed, "Three days." 

He smiled. 

Three days, indeed... 

- 

"Sasori, I need you to conjure a translucent, sleeping remedy for me," he asked his employee the next day. 

Said man raised an eyebrow as he prepared massage oils for future clients. "A medicine for sleep?" 

"Permanent sleep," Itachi emphasized. 

"Ah," Sasori nodded with understanding. "Of course. It will be ready for you tonight." 

"Perhaps you can... pass it along to my brother somehow," he hinted strongly, conviction in his tone. His obstacle had to be defeated as it would merely become an annoyance if it was further left alone. 

"I know someone who can. Don't worry. No questions asked as long as payment is involved," Sasori promised. 

"I express my gratitude towards you as always." 

"Always. You should get going before your clients become angry," his employee joked. 

"That, I will do." Itachi left the room, shutting the door quietly before smirking. Mission success. 

Patience is the ultimate key for now, which sadly, I don't have at the moment. 

He walked down the hallway, prepared for his next client. All would be well and she would come running to him for comfort soon enough... 

He had the sudden urge to whistle but knew it was uncharacteristic of him to do so. He settled for humming the tune he usually played for [Name] in his mind. 

"Itachiii!" The screechy whine in his ears left an unpleasant grating effect as he heard the annoying client behind him. He cringed as he waited for her clingy touching to occur. 

"I waited for you for so long but I didn't want to cancel my appointment," she wailed dramatically, attaching herself to his left arm as they walked together. 

He shuddered in revulsion and lifted his right hand to check his watch. "Hello Miss Watanabe, you're earlier than usual." 

"Because I wanted to see you, silly!" she giggled horrendously. He decided to tune her out as she began to chitchat, word after word coming from her nauseating lips. 

Now what if it were Miss Shizumi instead...? 

"Because I wanted to see you, silly!" [Name] giggled adorably at him, an angelic sound he swore was sent from the Heavens. She pressed her chest against his arm and he could feel the suppleness. He restrained himself from taking her right there and then- 

Wait, this is my reverie. 

He would take her against the wall, clothes and all because she would want it rough and hard as he dominated her. 

His pants would be halfway down as he shoved his erect penis inside her tight cavern, thrusting in and out as she cried out for more. 

"Ungh, Itachi, you're so big," she gasped. 

"Only to pleasure you," he grunted, refocusing his efforts on making her climax first. He would find her sensitive nub and rub her fiercely, the other arm holding her upright with his strength. 

"You feel so good," she moaned, her head lightly smacking against the wall from his passionate love making. 

"Tell me you're mine," he said before lapping at her neck, kissing and biting her soft skin. 

"I'm–" 

"Mine!" The familiar, appalling voice snapped him out of his fantasy. 

And now I'm sporting yet another erection. Envision Sasuke. Sasuke attempting to capture [Name] as his... Excellent, it disappeared. 

"I'm sorry?" he asked her. 

"I haven't smelled this massage oil before. I want it to be mine!" she said quite childishly, causing him to roll his eyes (in his head, of course). In fact, he hadn't noticed she led them to the usual massage room until now. 

"Then it will be used for today, Miss Watanabe. Whatever you wish." 

"Yay! Itachiii!" 

It was going to be a long, enduring session. 

Just envision Sasuke or perhaps, no more Sasuke. 

He smirked. 

Itachi: 1. Sasuke: Deceased.