Blackmail and Betrayal

AN: I’m so glad that you all have been enjoying the story!! Your reviews have been awesome and they keep me revved up and eager to write more!!

Wanted to share with you a few fanarts! First is from Allys who drew a picture of Naruto in the poledancer’s room!!
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/349035/ Thank you, Allys! Your stuff is always so damn sexy!!!!
Alternate link: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/allys/
Hopefully one of those will work. Not sure if you have to be a member of Y gallery to see it or not.

Second is a drawing for The Sound of Dreams when Sasuke had Naruto’s eyes by Gothiclolly on LJ.
http://daten.animexx.de/fanart02/fa2_fanart/36/91436/1118978.jpeg Thank you, sweety!! Sasuke is so pretty in that pic!!

Thanks again so much for everyone’s continued interest and support in my writing!!!

WARNINGS: This chapter has elements of rape, torture and death (not main characters) as well as homophobic slurs. I am sorry if any of these issues upset and/or distress anyone, but they are part of the plot. Please read with discretion.

Chapter 12

Kakashi gave a soft sigh of frustration as he watched the sleeping form of the detective sprawled out on the muted, conservative blue-grey upholstered sofa of Ebisu’s office. The stuffed fox that he seemed so obsessed with was tucked securely under one arm as he breathed deeply with a light sound that was too quiet to be called a snore.

Unlike most popular crime scene television shows portrayed, DNA testing took more than fifteen minutes to perform and Uchiha had fallen asleep while waiting for the process to be completed. Kakashi thought it was for the best at the moment because he himself was still in the process of arguing with Ebisu, trying to get the man to tell him to where they had tracked Orochimaru.

So far, Ebisu was adamantly refusing to share the information.

Kakashi had been with the FBI years ago. He understood where Ebisu was coming from, but then Ebisu didn’t have an emotional connection to the young man whose life was in danger.

Ebisu had been gathering evidence on Orochimaru for some time now and was trying to not only get the kingpin so to speak, but all of the men in power that allowed him to run things behind the scenes. Ebisu wanted the crooked cops and politicians as well as the major dealers and hitmen who worked for the crime boss. And without that proof, without that information, he was unwilling to risk his investigation on what he saw as a blackmailer and con artist that, even if he was willing to tell all, needed corroborating evidence since he would be considered an unreliable witness at best.

Which left Kakashi worried for Naruto and concerned about what Sasuke’s reaction would be. He could tell that there was something more than just business and sex between the two. He was afraid that that something was going to drive the man sleeping before him to get himself killed in his desire to rescue his lover from Orochimaru’s fury.

He had a feeling that the blond was still very much alive. Orochimaru wouldn’t just kill him off without first exacting some form of revenge from what he would view as a serious betrayal. Kakashi just didn’t know how long Naruto actually had before the snake decided to finish him. Keeping Naruto alive for too long would be dangerous. The longer he was alive, the more chances he would have of escaping and causing trouble.

He just hoped that Orochimaru’s anger overrode his good sense for the time being. Naruto might be scarred from the encounter, but he would live and, with the blond’s inner strength, he would eventually pull through.

He hoped.

Sunlight was just starting to slip through the cracks in the vertical blinds when the door opened to the office and Ebisu stepped inside. The man set the manila folder that he had been carrying onto the low coffee table. A blow up of Naruto’s driver’s license was clipped to the cover.

Kakashi lifted the brow above his remaining eye questioningly.

“It’s not Uzumaki,” he said quietly, glancing over at the still form of the ex-detective.

“So when are you going to go bust him?” came a groggy-but-awakening voice from the couch. Sasuke sat up, his hair poking up even higher than normal, already scowling at the agent.

“Not yet,” Ebisu said evasively.

Sasuke immediately pushed himself to his feet, body already tight and ready for battle. “What do you mean ‘not yet’? Naruto’s in there with that freak and you’re just going to let him rot?!”

“Kakashi, take Mr. Uchiha and please go. I have an investigation to finish and I don’t have time for dramatics.”

With that, Ebisu turned and left the room but Kakashi caught the slight frown on his face. Kakashi knew that Ebisu was basically a decent man, but his work as an agent came first. Just as what he saw as the greater good did.

Kakashi caught Sasuke’s arm as the young man tried to follow the FBI agent out the door, ready to continue the argument. “Not now, Sasuke. He can’t help the position he is in. He needs proof.”

“I’m not going to wait around for Naruto’s real body to show up,” Sasuke hissed.

He grabbed his empty shoulder holster and started to buckle it in place. The gun was still at the front desk at the entrance of the building. He was just a civilian now and, even with a concealed carry permit, they weren’t going to let him into a government building with a firearm.

“You don’t know where he is,” Kakashi tried to reason. “You don’t have even an idea.”

Leaving both his suit jacket and the fox on the couch, Sasuke bent over and ripped Naruto’s picture off of the folder. “I know he runs the bay area. I’ll find him.”

“Wait! Here, take this.” Kakashi quickly grabbed his leather jacket and handed it to the young man. “At least hide the gun and try to blend in a little.”

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Hours passed and with each beep of his watch, Sasuke grew more desperate. He had been working the mid-section of the docks where Orochimaru’s warehouse had been, but either people weren’t talking or nobody really knew what had been going on under their noses. He had a good eye for when people were trying to deceive him, but so far no one really seemed to recognize Naruto beyond having seen him on his motorcycle once or twice.

He steadily worked his way down the lower side of the bay where things were smaller and rustier and where it wasn’t unusual to find random piles of twisted metal and debris. The responses here were warier, the people more cautious and suspicious, but the leads were less promising. No one had seemed to recognize the blond at all in this area and Sasuke was almost ready to move on to try someplace different.

As a police officer, he knew all too well that sometimes people truly did seem to fall off the face of the planet, but he refused to believe the same of Naruto. Someone that bright, that vibrant, that alive couldn’t just vanish.

He saw a man who was probably in his late twenties taking a smoke break outside of one of the warehouse offices. He parked nearby and got out, heading towards the building with a purposeful stride. The man watched him curiously until he drew even with him.

Sasuke nodded to the man. “Hey there,” he greeted casually, trying to keep his body language relaxed. “I’m with the NYPD. Do you know this man?” He held up Naruto’s picture, hoping against hope that the man recognized him.

The man squinted at the photo for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I know him. He’s my boss’ nephew.” He hesitated as if afraid he had given something away he shouldn’t have. “He isn’t in trouble or anything, is he?”

Sasuke felt an almost euphoric lightness wash over him, followed by a surge of pure adrenaline. “No, not yet but we are afraid he might be soon. Taken up with the wrong crowd,” he said, only half listening to his own explanation. He didn’t recall Naruto having said anything about family, but perhaps he had understood wrong. “Is his uncle around?”

“Yeah, sure. Upstairs there, third office on the right. His name is Asuma Sarutobi,” the man said with a nod at a rather unstable looking set of metal stairs.

“Thanks,” Sasuke said gratefully before forcing himself to walk sedately up the steps.

He entered the building and walked down to the designated office and gave a short knock on the door.

“Enter,” came the answer.

Sasuke walked into the room to see a rather hairy man in his thirties with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He was currently pouring over some paper work while running a hand through the dark mop on his head.

“Mr. Sarutobi?” Sasuke inquired as he closed the door behind him.

“That’s me. What can I do for you?” Asuma asked as he set his papers neatly aside, leaving the majority of his desk clear.

“I’m Detective Uchiha with NYPD,” Sasuke introduced himself.

The man seemed singularly unimpressed. “Let me see your badge.”

Sasuke hesitated, unable to produce the requested identification. Asuma slowly smiled from behind his facial hair.

“I was told that this is your nephew.” He said instead as he set the picture of Naruto down in front of the large man.

“Is he in trouble or something?” Asuma asked mildly as he leaned back in his chair.

“Yes, he is,” Sasuke confirmed, trying to beat his heart back down into his chest and out of his throat. “I’m trying to find him before something bad happens to him.”

“What kind of mess is he in?” Asuma asked curiously as his hand casually drifted to his knee and near the desk drawer.

Sasuke hesitated, unsure of how much he should say. He couldn’t tell if this man was really related to Naruto or not, but he had this growing feeling that it wasn’t so. However, if the man worked for Orochimaru, then he would probably know what was going on anyway.

“He tried to turn in evidence against a very bad man and was caught in the process,” he finally admitted, watching Asuma’s hand closely. “I’m trying to find him before they eliminate him.”

Asuma let out a huff of a breath as his shoulders relaxed. “That idiot. What in the hell did he think he was doing?”

“The right thing,” Sasuke said defensively.

Asuma gave a sharp laugh. “Boy, in the world he was moving through, there is no such thing as the right thing.”

“He wanted out,” Sasuke said quietly. “He wanted him and his cousin both out.”

“Ah, his cousin,” Asuma said with sudden understanding. “That I believe.” He looked up at Sasuke speculatively. “And why does a… policeman like yourself want to help Naruto?”

Sasuke felt himself stand a little straighter, heat coming to his face. “Because we made a deal.”

Asuma gave another laugh, this time one of genuine amusement. “He got to you good, didn’t he?”

Sasuke gave a repressive scowl down at the larger man, trying to intimidate him into dropping the subject.

“I’ll tell you what, detective. I like Naruto and since you like making deals, I’m willing to make you one as well,” Asuma said with a slow smirk spreading across his face.

Sasuke looked at him warily. “What kind of deal?”

“Oh, I’m sure you probably know Naruto like I do,” Asuma said before bringing his hands up to light his cigarette. He looked up at the wide, dark eyes staring at him. “So I’m sure you know exactly what kind of deal I have in mind.”


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Every square inch of his body hurt. His wrists burned from the leather cuffs continually chafing from where they had chained him up with his arms over his head. His shoulders ached from being in one position for what felt like hours. He could only see blurrily from one eye since the other was swollen shut. The sharp pains of cracked and possibly broken ribs flared with every breath he took. His feet were cramping since he was only able to rest his weight of the balls, causing him to shift and flex the appendages, awakening all sorts of stings and pains from the assorted bruises and lacerations.

He vaguely recalled Kabuto injecting him with something while at the warehouse. His mind had fogged up almost immediately, barely able to register being thrown into a trunk. He had been asleep before the ride had ended.

He had woken up in a different warehouse; someplace dingier and grimier. He had already been strung up and his wrists were protesting the weight that they were supporting. He had also been quick to note that he had been stripped down to his bare skin.

There had been only a few people in the area; Sakon and Ukon lounging on top of some crates together, Kidoumaru and Tayuya looking at him with some kind of strange predatory anticipation while Suigetsu had his laptop open as was watching a familiar sounding video with some kind of unholy amusement on his face.

The man had glanced up, noticing Naruto’s blue gaze and gave the blond a feral grin. “Damn man, you were seriously throwing some dick at that detective. I’m surprised he was able to walk out of there.”

“Where’s Ino?” Naruto had immediately demanded.

“I wouldn’t worry about your pretty little cousin,” Sakon has spoken up and he unfurled himself like some lazy cat waking up from its nap. “I would worry more about yourself if I were you.”

Ukon wordlessly had stood and went to rap his knuckles on a door nearby. “He’s awake,” he had announced with seeming disinterest before returning to his spot on the crates.

The door had opened, emitting Orochimaru, Kabuto and Karin who was dragging a bound and struggling Ino.

Naruto had straightened up and yelled out for his cousin, who had immediately tried to get to him, stomping on Karin’s foot in the process of trying to get away. Karin had back-handed the girl, knocking her to the ground and effectively ending her resistance.

“You fucking bitch! If you touch her again, I’ll-”

Karin had reached down and grabbed Ino by the hair, jerking her up to her knees. “You’ll what, fag-boy?”

Naruto had clenched his teeth over any reply, knowing that it would only goad Karin on to do something painful to Ino just to spite him.

Karin had merely frowned in slight disappointment; having wanted an excuse to smack the irritatingly pretty face around and had shoved the girl over to the twins.

They had pushed Ino down to her knees between them and Sakon had removed her hair-tie, letting her long blond locks fall down around her face. The two of them had then started combing their fingers through her hair.

Naruto hadn’t missed the implication.

It was at that point that Orochimaru had walked up to the young man and let his eyes rove over him. Naruto had frozen like a mouse in front of a snake under Orochimaru’s gaze. This was the man that had raised him and Naruto was still under the fearful awe that a thirteen year old runaway had had for the crime boss.

He had instinctively flinched back from the icy cold touch as Orochimaru ran a chilled hand over his chest.

“You betrayed me, Naruto,” he had intoned calmly as a second hand joined the first in caressing the tanned skin. “Why? For the pretty piece of ass you had?” He had given a dryly amused laugh. “After today he will be cursing your name, even though he probably thinks you are dead by now. Your clothes are gracing some other blond along with your charred ID. They will assume it is you and Baki will make sure the assumption sticks.

“But,” he had slowly moved behind Naruto, trailing his hands in his wake, “I made sure to punish Detective Uchiha as well. Pictures of your little tryst have been sent to Baki with instructions to get rid of the detective. Ammunition and excuse to at least suspend him until this all blows over. Those same pictures have been sent to his fiancé. His relationship will either be irrevocably destroyed or he will be forced to be on a tight leash. Either way works. If the two of you should ever cross paths again, I am sure he won’t be happy to see you. To lose so much because of a little whore.”

Orochimaru had moved back in front of Naruto and had lifted a hand to trace the scars on his face. “You didn’t remember your lesson, Naruto. Now you and your cousin are going to pay for it.”

Orochimaru had backed away from him and made a gesture to summon the others forward. While the snake and Kabuto had sat by Ino to make sure she watched, the others had moved forward with either grim or eager faces.

That was when the pain had begun.

Finally conscious once more after the beating, Naruto lifted his one good eye to scan the area. His gaze immediately riveted onto Ino who was lying on her back on a work bench, naked with her bottom at the edge. Her wrists were tied down with nylon rope and her legs were folded up so that they could be easily spread and tied into place by her ankles.

Instantly, hot fury boiled through his veins. He started jerking his wrists, trying to find the strength to somehow snap the steel that held him captive and helpless.

“Oh look, Judas is awake,” Ukon said with a grin. “Now we can have our fun!”

Karin, already anticipating the pain that they were going to put Ino through, hopped up from where she had been waiting impatiently and moved with some excitement to the door that had concealed Orochimaru once before.

“Ah, you’ve joined us once again, Naruto,” Orochimaru observed in a pleased voice.

Without any discernable prompt, Sakon and Ukon moved up to Ino with identical leering grins on their faces. Orochimaru passed them and continued until he was standing before Naruto. Looking him over, the crime boss put an obviously fake sympathetic expression.

“Those look like they hurt,” he murmured as he viciously poked a large purplish black bruise along Naruto’s ribs.

Naruto hissed in pain, even though he didn’t pull his eyes off of Sakon, who was currently pulling Ino’s legs apart. His cousin merely turned her head to the side as tears started making their way faster down her temples and into her hair.

“Leave her alone!” Naruto yelled out as Sakon began his violation. He turned his pleading blue eyes onto Orochimaru, knowing that the pale-skinned man was the only one in the room with the power to stop what was happening, the only one that could stop the soft sobs that had started to emanate from the work bench. “Please, Orochimaru, please!”

A hand slid down his tattooed stomach, over his wiry golden hair and down to his lax member. That hand began to stroke and caress as yellow snake eyes watched him unblinkingly, calculatingly.

“Please tell them to stop! She had nothing to do with this! I’ll do anything, anything! Just make them stop!” Naruto begged as each escalating cry tore at his heart.

“I wish I could help you, Naruto,” Orochimaru said quietly, his voice still somehow carrying over the noise behind him. “But you see, you caused this. This is your responsibility.”

His point was emphasized by a cry from Ino as Ukon joined his brother and started pinching, twisting and tormenting delicate flesh.

“You see, the problem is all because of this,” Orochimaru said, giving a squeeze to Naruto’s slowly hardening cock.

He didn’t want to be aroused, felt ashamed that he was becoming aroused, but his body responded without the consent or will of his mind.

“This,” he gave another harsher squeeze that brought a slightly pained whimper from Naruto’s throat. “is betraying you even now as it caused you to betray me.” He looked down at the thickening erection and slowly lifted his eyes up to Naruto’s, a delightedly cruel expression on his face. “But then I did raise you to be a whore, Naruto. So I guess I can’t totally hold you to blame. The beast will follow its nature after all. And when it all comes down to it, you are nothing but a slut with a camera.”

The hand slipped down to his tightening sac and clenched mercilessly. Naruto’s scream overrode Ino’s cries as his body tried to curl in on itself. “And there are plenty of sluts with plenty of cameras to take your place.”

Naruto tried to breathe through the pain, his vision darkening at the edges as nausea rose up from his stomach and into his throat. For a few brief seconds he thought he was going to make it through, but a cold sensation washed over him right before he forcefully expelled everything that was in his stomach.

Unfortunately, Orochimaru was very adept at avoiding projectiles.

Orochimaru turned and walked over to a chair that had been dragged out into the large, open room. He sat, his loose clothing seeming to fall into place without conscious effort, and looked over at Suigetsu. “Get a bucket of water and clean him up.”

Sakon walked away from the trembling form of Ino as he zipped his pants closed. “You should get some of that, Kabuto. Then maybe you wouldn’t be such an uptight prick all the time,” he said with a vicious smile.

Even with the intense agony between his legs, Naruto jerked his head up at the comment. Sakon hadn’t been here as long as Naruto. The idiot didn’t know of what Kabuto was capable.

“Your juvenile attempts at copulation hold no interest for me,” Kabuto said stoically as he pushed his glasses further up onto the bridge of his nose.

“Maybe you are just hot for the fag bait over there,” Sakon said scathingly, jerking a thumb in Naruto’s direction. “Didn’t picture you as a cocksucker, Yakushi.”

Kabuto merely lifted an eyebrow, not deigning to respond to the goading.

Orochimaru, however, decided to put his two cents worth into the brewing tension. “You’ve been a good boy lately, Kabuto, and it has been a while since you indulged.”

“No!” Naruto shouted from across the room before exploding into wild struggles, causing the chains to rattle and chime. He ignored his pain, ignored the way that his bones ground together in his chest, ignored everything but the blurry sight of Ino’s body stretched out on the table, her breasts bouncing lightly with the force of her sobs.

She knew, just as he did, what Kabuto had done in the past to women just like her.

Kabuto gazed at Orochimaru for a long moment before walking toward the table. Ino tried to pull herself into a fetal position, but was unable to do so due to the restraints.

He stopped and stared down at her for a long moment, his breathing pattern altering slightly, his chest rising faster than before. He unbuttoned his shirt but left it on before unfastening his pants and pushing them down to his thighs. He wasn’t anything awe inspiring physically, just an average male of average build, average height and weight with an average penis of average length and girth.

Ino’s eyes widened in hopeless fear, exciting the man before her and giving lie to the deceptively mild demeanor.

Kabuto knew about the human body. He knew how to hurt without damaging, knew how to twist the pain to make it more severe and knew how to make a person endure more than they wanted. Although these reasons were enough for Naruto to know that he should fear coming under Kabuto’s hands himself, that was not the reason why he was so afraid for Ino.

Nine out of ten times, a woman under Kabuto’s sexual attentions left either mentally scarred or thrilled depending on her predilections. However, that one time out of ten the woman never had the option to leave and had to be disposed of.

Naruto could only hope and pray that the man was having a sane day.

Penetration. Movement. Naruto stopped thrashing and watched, almost frozen with anxiety. Hands stroked and caressed as movement became more forceful, aggressive. Hands moved up higher and slid over the fragile skin of a neck before settling down around the collar bone, before curling fingers around a throat.

“No, no, no,” Naruto whispered in denial, shaking his head, willing the image before him to vanish.

Fingers tightened; a gasping and choking sound as air was fought for and lost.

“No, no, no!” Naruto’s voice rose as his eyes took in the sight of the reddened face, the capillaries in the eyes bursting, the gasping mouth trying to find oxygen.

“Dammit, Orochimaru! Make him stop! I already said I’d do anything you want! Just leave her alone!” Naruto yelled desperately, tears streaming down his face.

The table was jerking and shuddering with the force of Kabuto’s movements now. Ino’s hands clawed at anything they could reach, her pale blue eyes fixed pleadingly on Naruto’s.

Kabuto’s gleaming eyes watched her with an almost feverishly loving look. He could feel the pulse slow under his hands, could see her eyes start to glaze over and with the last beat of her heart, he let himself soar.

Ignoring the yelling and screaming around him, Kabuto let go of his grip and lazily trailed his hands back down the still body as he straightened. The euphoria was heady; the endorphins making him feel relaxed for the first time in what seemed like ages. He languidly turned his head toward Naruto.

“You have two to three minutes before brain damage starts setting in,” he informed the blond who was on the border of hysteria. “Better make the most of them if you want me to bring her back.”

That’s when Naruto began to beg; sobbing, crying and promising everything from his perfect obedience to sexual favors to anything that the crime boss wanted from him. Anything to bring his cousin back. Anything to bring the light of life back to her eyes.

“It’s very simple,” Orochimaru interrupted, enjoying the view of tears, blood and snot running down Naruto’s devastated features. “If you want to prove yourself to me, if you want your cousin alive and to stay that way, then you only have to do one thing.

“Kill Sasuke Uchiha and bring me proof.”


TBC