Blackmail and Betrayal

AN: Thanks for being patient all!! The holidays threw me off big time so I got a little behind on stuff! But here is the latest chapter and I hope you all like it. A few things happened in here that I didn’t necessarily have planned nor planned on happening (slight difference there, lol) but somehow did anyway.

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Chapter 13


There was a black blur as Sasuke seemed to almost teleport from one side of the desk to the other. Asuma found himself slammed backwards into his chair with a forearm crushing his windpipe and the barrel of a gun pressing between his eyes.

“You fucking son of a bitch!” Sasuke practically hissed at him, his dark eyes having taken on an almost maniacal gleam in his fury. “You used him,” he growled out, his body caging Asuma in his seat. “You fucking used him and it was little better than rape!”

Asuma’s eyes widened in surprise before he frowned up at the enraged man above him. “I never raped anyone,” he said adamantly.

The gun barrel was shoved painfully into his skin, forcing his head back further. “Orochimaru forced him into this situation. It’s rape,” he countered implacably.

“Now,” Sasuke’s features settled into an eerie calm as the gun started to lower. “You are going to tell me where Orochimaru is or,” the barrel of the gun suddenly pressed into the rather apparent package that was wrapped up in Asuma’s jeans, “you’re not going to have the opportunity to take advantage of anyone else.” The gun pushed harder, causing Asuma to grunt in pain. “Ever.”

Asuma briefly looked like he was going to further protest the defamation of his character but decided that trying to do so with a gun digging into his balls wasn’t really the appropriate time. Besides, he was genuinely fond of Naruto and not just for the young man’s amazing oral skills.

He had always thought the kid would have been much better off without Orochimaru, but both of them had been caught up by something a lot more powerful than either of them and they had made the best of their respective situations. Naruto by following the snaky bastard’s dictates and Asuma by refusing to become a victim by trying to exert some control over the situation in which he found himself. He was very much aware that he was a small fish in Orochimaru’s pond and that he was readily expendable if Orochimaru so desired.

Asuma didn’t know whether to be impressed as hell that Naruto had apparently tried to turn his boss in or call the kid an idiot. He knew enough about Naruto to know that he wouldn’t have went to just anybody; not when he knew how far Orochimaru’s reach extended and when it put his cousin’s life in jeopardy. So either the kid had finally hit his limit of what he could stomach or there was something about this supposed detective in front of him that Naruto had trusted.

“Back off my nuts and I’ll tell you where I think he is,” Asuma grumbled. He just knew that this was going to end badly.

Sasuke growled and forced his arm harder into the man’s neck. “Where you think?”

Asuma scowled into the face mere inches from his own. “You fucking think I’m important enough that he calls up with his itinerary?”

There was a distinct sound of a hammer being pulled back on the handgun. “You better hope you are or you’re going to have to learn how to piss through a tube.”

Asuma had just about had it with this crazy, psycho bitch and was seriously starting to fear for his family jewels. “Look, I can tell you where the activity’s been. I can tell you where I saw his people at, but that’s the best that I can do. I just run the docks and I look the other way when I’m told to. I don’t know anything else about his operations except for what I hear and what Naruto has told me.”

The gun was jabbed once more into Asuma’s groin.

“Why in the hell would Naruto tell you anything, you piece of shit?” Sasuke demanded angrily, frustrated that he wasn’t getting the straight answers that he wanted.

“Ouch, fuck!” Asuma said with a grimace. “We talk, okay? He comes here and gives me head, sure, but sometimes we talk afterwards. We get along well enough.”

Sasuke didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t want to believe that Naruto might actually be friends with one of the people that Orochimaru forced him to fuck. Although if he was to believe the man, Naruto only gave him head. The idea that Naruto didn’t hate each and every encounter that he was forced into left him confused, offended and not a little jealous.

Of course added to his confusion was the vividly clear picture of bright blond hair positioned between this bear of a man’s legs with pink lips wrapped around what Sasuke could easily tell was a well-endowed manhood. The thought both made Sasuke’s own cock twitch in interest as well as made his finger twitch with the urge to pull the trigger.

What the fuck was wrong with him!? He needed to focus!

“Where. Is. He?” he asked distinctly, forcing his voice to go cold and emotionless.

“A mile south of here there’s a warehouse near the water. Used to be a munitions’ storage a long time ago,” Asuma explained quickly. “The place has been abandoned forever, but now there’s activity. A couple of trucks pulled in there recently and there’s been a few lights on at night. I’ve seen a few of Orochimaru’s men around there, sneaking in and out of the place. That’s my best guess.”

Sasuke looked into the dark brown eyes before slowly pulling away. “You better hope you’re right,” he warned as he carefully lowered the hammer back into place.


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Kakashi sat, half dozing in a chair in a conference room that was currently being used by Ebisu as an area to spread out his case information. The other man had tried numerous times to kick him out, but all attempts had merely resulted in Kakashi’s disappearance from his sight for about a thirty minute stretch before the porn shop owner was right back under his nose again.

Kakashi could tell that Ebisu hadn’t slept much in the last twenty-four to thirty-six hours. Leaving out the fact that he knew that both Uchiha’s and Uzumaki’s lives were hanging in the balance of his decisions, his concern that Orochimaru might bolt didn’t help matters. He looked torn between stepping back and allowing the crime boss to settle back down and stepping in to arrest him before he vanished permanently.

Kakashi settled a little more comfortably in the office chair, propping his feet up on the paper strewn table. He held the stuffed fox in his hands, his dexterous fingers having found the small tear in the animal’s rear and exploiting it in a perverse manner.

Ebisu finally exploded in frustration. “Dammit, Kakashi! Would you stop finger-fucking the god dammed fox! I’m trying to concentrate here and I don’t need to see you getting your jollies off, you damn pervert!”

Kakashi lifted a silvered eyebrow tauntingly. “What’s that say about you that you’re distracted by it?”

“It means that I’m annoyed by it!” the agent griped irritably.

Kakashi smirked underneath his scarf and thrust his finger in further, intent on pushing more of Ebisu’s buttons. His grin at the expression on the agent’s face faded as his finger prodded something solid inside of the toy.

Ebisu, who had appeared to be about to commit bloody murder, immediately noticed the change in the ex-FBI agent. “What is it?” he prompted.

Kakashi carefully compressed the toy with his other hand, getting a feel for the size of the object hidden within. He cautiously started working the solid mass downward until he was able to extract it. He lifted his eye from the miniature flash drive to look at Ebisu.

“Sasuke came out of the warehouse with this toy,” he reminded the other man slowly, as if almost afraid to jinx the discovery by becoming excited about it.

Ebisu showed no such restraint as he practically threw himself around the table to get to his old friend. He snagged the device out of Kakashi’s hand and hurried over to his computer.

“What if there’s a virus on it?” Kakashi pointed out. “And you didn’t fingerprint it.”

Ebisu shot him an exasperated look. “Your prints were already on it and considering the set up that Orochimaru had, I doubt anyone would have a computer virus let alone hide it in a stuffed animal.”

Kakashi merely looked at him.

Ebisu let out a small growl. “Fine, I just want to see what’s on the damn thing, okay?”

Kakashi gave a small shrug as if to indicate that it wasn’t his ass that was on the line.

There was a moment of silence as Ebisu accessed the drive from his computer. “Shit,” he almost snarled.

“Problem?” Kakashi asked lightly, although he was looking at the screen just as anxiously as Ebisu.

“It’s encrypted,” Ebisu sighed.

“Let me look at it,” Kakashi urged.

Ebisu shot the silver-haired man a scowl. “You aren’t even on the force anymore. You shouldn’t even be here. Why in the hell do you think I’m going to let you look at evidence?”

“Because I was always good at infiltration and espionage?” Kakashi ventured, his cheeks stretched up indicating a happy smile under the cloth over his face.

Ebisu gave an indelicate snort of derision. “You were always good at getting us into trouble.” Of course he didn’t add that Kakashi had always been just as adept at getting them out as well.

Kakashi’s smile didn’t waver.

Ebisu threw his hands up in surrender. “Fine, look at it. If you screw it up, I’ll just toss your ass in jail for impeding a federal investigation.”

“It’s so good knowing how much faith you have in me,” Kakashi chuckled as he shooed the man out of his chair.

Several minutes passed by with Ebisu pacing restlessly as Kakashi’s fingers glided over the keyboard.

“I thought I recognized this,” Kakashi murmured to himself.

“Recognized what?” Ebisu demanded, immediately perched behind the other man and looking over his shoulder.

“The encryption used. It was something that I showed Naruto once or twice,” he absently replied. He gave a small chuckle. “He was always quick to pick things up. Well, when he was interested, that is,” he amended.

The porn aficionado fell silent as he quickly decoded the files. After a short while, there were a series of file names spread out before them composed of dates and names.

“That sneaky, little genius,” Kakashi breathed as it quickly registered what he was looking at.

“What are these?” Ebisu asked quietly, picking up on Kakashi’s subdued excitement.

“These are what you have been looking for,” he answered, his dark eyes starting to light up. “This is all the proof you need to snag the big fish along with all the parasites that are clinging to him.”

To prove his point, Kakashi picked a file at random and played it.

Ebisu’s eyes drank in the film, his shoulders easing as his decisions were made clearer. “While I want to immediately run right out and save your boys, Kakashi, I need to get this information to my superiors and get the green light. I don’t want any possible chance that this backfires on us.”

“Hurry up and do what you need to do so that we can finish this,” Kakashi urged. “I don’t want to show up just in time to see his corpse for real. Either of them.”

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The pain of his continued suspension didn’t register with Naruto. He was too consumed by the gut-wrenching despair caused by his betrayal of Sasuke. It didn’t matter that it was all for the girl that was currently curled up and sobbing on top of the metal workbench. It didn’t matter that he had no intention whatsoever of following through on it. What mattered is that he had agreed. He had sold out his friend, his lover and all for some sick game of Orochimaru’s.

He knew logically that his boss controlled everything. Whether anyone lived or died it would be from Orochimaru’s decision, not by whether or not Naruto actually bargained for their lives. What he said was meaningless in the grand scheme of things except inasmuch as it amused the snake and kept him placated.

However, he was very much aware that if he didn’t play the games that the bastard would kill them all just out of spite.

Vaguely, he saw Suigetsu slowly back away from the others as if trying to put some kind of physical distance between himself and what he had just witnessed. The man’s usually animated features were too still, too pale as if he were trying not to show his real thoughts. His eyes kept sweeping between the sobbing girl and the man who had just finished resuscitating her and was now calmly readjusting his clothes.

Kidoumaru and Ukon looked unaffected by the current display, but Sakon and Tayuya seemed almost gleeful in their approval of the entertainment. Karin looked like she wanted to be smug but was too busy calculating the chances of the same happening to her.

Naruto’s eyes suddenly caught Kabuto’s as the man readjusted his glasses once more upon his nose. Whatever wretched hopelessness that had threatened to crush his spirit was burned away in a surge of pure hate.

Orochimaru’s golden eyes glittered as he gracefully traversed the distance between himself and his captive. That flaming cobalt gaze turned to burn into him and he shuddered with desire. This was how he had always wanted Naruto; dangerous, unpredictable and thrilling to his senses. This was the potential that he had always known existed, but had been unwilling to tap due to the boy’s usefulness in other ways. Someone that had merely been a turn on before had suddenly become enthralling.

He reached out and Naruto drew his head back, his eyes still overwhelmingly filled with malice. That was when Orochimaru knew that this man before him was no longer his puppet. This man before him could kill him given half the chance. This man before him wouldn’t hesitate to try to end his life much in the same way that Kabuto had briefly ended his cousin’s.

The thought made Orochimaru rock hard.

In his world, Orochimaru was catered to, was placated and was handled with extreme caution. There were not many that were willing to stand up to him and even fewer of those capable of actually doing him any harm.

The idea that he barely held control over one who could, that he would keep something this dangerous on a leash and use it for his pleasure was a heady thought.

Just like the snakes that he was so fond of; at this moment in time Naruto was beautiful and deadly.

Naruto held himself rigid as the pale-skinned man leaned in once more. He knew that he could probably bite him rather painfully or even perhaps give in to the urge to scream obscenities at the man, but he knew that either action could have dire consequences for Ino. So he kept his mouth shut and restrained himself. He just needed to wait. They wouldn’t have him tied up like this forever. Then he could strike.

However that thought was short-circuited almost violently when Orochimaru dipped his tongue into the sweat and blood covering Naruto’s shoulder. He tried to jerk away within the confined limits of his bindings and found that an inch or two didn’t make much difference.

He watched in utter disbelief as the last man he would have expected began to taste his skin, delicately cleaning it in the process. As it had earlier, a cool, slim hand slid down over bruises and lacerations to tangle its long fingers in coarse blond hair. After lingering a moment to feel the rough texture, the touch slid downward, rubbing firmly over the flaccid manhood and then more gently over the sac below.

Naruto winced as the area was still tender from the previous abuse. This time when his body responded, he didn’t wallow in the shame that wanted to flood him. Instead he fed it into the raging fire within him that urged him to somehow break his bonds and kill every single person responsible for both his and Ino’s pain and humiliation.

Orochimaru looked into the battered face that was promising him death and gave a darkly pleased smile. “You’re my whore, Naruto,” he said huskily as his hand slid up to the thickening erection. “And I am going to bind you, muzzle you and chain you at my feet. And I am going to use you up until the day that your fire finally burns out and dies.”

Naruto’s rage finally spilled over and, with a sound that was more animalistic than human, lunged futilely at the nimble man which was tormenting him.

Amid the yelled profanities and bloody promises spewing from the blond, Orochimaru ordered the twins as well as Suigetsu and Kidoumaru to get the enraged man down and chain him to the table.

Karin and Tayuya quickly retrieved Ino and cleared the area for them. The pale haired girl merely continued to try to curl in on herself, doing her best to block everything out, to escape the pain by retreating into her mind.

It took all four of them to control Naruto’s bucking, twisting form enough to land him on the table. The piece of furniture shuddered under the force of the thrashing movements until Kabuto finally stepped up to help secure the male. Hands and feet were readily locked down and the chain from the ceiling was used to bind his chest and thighs to the table. The most he could do was squirm when they finally stepped away.

“Kabuto, silence him,” Orochimaru finally said as the stream of screamed words failed to halt.

The man calmly walked up and used a ripped and discarded piece of Ino’s clothing to shove into his mouth before tying it off around the back of his head.

Orochimaru then calmly removed his shoes and pants and climbed up to straddle the naked, writing body. It was quickly obvious with the way that Naruto was chained down that there was no way to penetrate the blond.

“Great, another queer,” Sakon said contemptuously.

“Imbecile,” Kabuto practically hissed, “it isn’t about sexuality, it’s about power.”

“If it was about power, shouldn’t he be the one getting fucked?” Sakon countered.

“Naruto gets fucked all the time; why would that be any different?” Kabuto explained. “This way his participation is forced, there is no way to be passive about it.” He ignored Sakon’s dubious grunt. What he didn’t bother adding was that this way Orochimaru was in control but not dominating. He didn’t think that someone of Sakon’s simplistic desires would understand what it was like to play with fire.

Rage and fury. Those were the only two emotions capable of being felt by Naruto at the moment, the strength of them eclipsing all else. So absorbed was he in the images of Orochimaru’s bloody demise that he didn’t feel the other man was doing until he was sheathed inside of him.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure was riding his body just like Orochimaru was riding his cock and still he couldn’t shake the desire to kill the man above him. He couldn’t stop the lust from rising up inside of him, the feel of the tight body working him causing coiling heat in his abdomen. Soon, the desire to fuck was there right along with the desire to kill and, as they cycled through some primitive part of his brain, he couldn’t quell either of them.

Even though his conscience was screaming at him that he wasn’t much better than Kabuto, his body tightened in a familiar manner as he continued to fight the restraints keeping him away from maiming the man above him.

Orochimaru stared down at Naruto enjoying the conflicting emotions chasing each other across the young man’s face. Knowing that he was fucking with the blond’s mind was ten times as erotic as screwing with his body. Not that slamming his prostate down on Naruto’s stiff cock wasn’t mind-blowing in and of itself, but to know that he was the cause of such a total break down of self was intensely overwhelming in its sensuality.

Muscles underneath him started to bunch up; Naruto’s skin flushing as his breathing stilled. There was a muffled yell as Naruto released within him even as the rail on the workbench broke under the strain that the blond had been placing upon it. His right hand flew up, aiming at Orochimaru’s face, leather cuff and the rail still attached at the wrist.

It was also at that same moment that the first gun shot was fired, catching Ukon squarely between the eyes.

tbc