Blackmail and Betrayal

AN: This chapter is evil and should go to hell. Sorry it took so long to update, but this chapter seriously kicked my ass. However, I claimed victory in the end and present this to you as my trophy!

I also want to thank Reyn for the commission to Yaoiismy for this AWESOME pic of Asuma getting his junk threatened! OMG, I love both of you!!!!!
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Thanks for sticking with me and I truly hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 17


Orochimaru settled himself more comfortably on the hard cot in the jail cell. It wouldn’t be long before he was released on bail, he was sure of it. Too many men didn’t want what he knew to become common knowledge. Of course while he was out on bail, he would make a few calls and see what he could do about either making the evidence and/or witnesses disappear as well as seeing what he could do about arranging under which judge he would be tried.

His thoughts turned towards Naruto as he tuned out the noises from the other detainees in the other cells. He would have to find a way to track down the young man. He knew that they probably had him under tight security somewhere; hiding him from anyone that Orochimaru might send his way. His lawyer had already whispered to him that his most recent arrangement had fallen through.

Which meant that ex-detective Uchiha was still alive and well.

He consoled himself with the fact that they couldn’t have found anything out about the cases upon which Uchiha had been working. If they had done so, he would have already been charged and a pre-trial hearing date would have been set.

No, he would make bail and he would get out of this shit hole. Then he would spare no expense to find Naruto and see if that rage still burned within the blond. He had been absolutely serious when he had told the young man that he wanted him bound and muzzled at his feet.

The sound of doors opening and closing followed by footsteps pulled him out of his slowly evolving fantasy and back to the reality of his environment. He felt a smile stretch across his lips as he heard the familiar murmur of his attorney’s voice. They would be letting him out of this cage now and he could set his new plans into motion.

His lawyer came into view, followed by a couple of policemen acting as guards. He felt the first trickle of disquiet as he took in the man’s grim features.

Without preliminaries, the man spoke. “They’ve charged you with murder. Three counts.”

Orochimaru felt anger roil through his veins and had to clench his fists to keep from reaching through the bars and wrapping his hands around the fool’s neck. He didn’t think that the police officers would be particularly understanding if he were to do so.

“What evidence do they believe they have?” he asked quietly instead.

“A video file,” he responded in like manner, “and a mole.”

“Who?” he growled, incensed that another one of his own would turn on him.

“Karin.”

Orochimaru took a deep breath, trying to quell the spark of panic that flared within him. Karin had been particularly adept and cruel, two skills that had gotten her inside of his inner circle. She would know a lot to put him away for a long time.

“Do what you can,” he instructed, knowing that the man would realize what he meant.

His lawyer merely nodded before turning and walking away.

Orochimaru settled himself once again on the thin cot. It appeared as if he would be extending his stay a little longer than he had originally believed.

It was time to start making new plans.

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The preliminary trial was over quickly and a trial date was set. It was clear to any observer that the defendant was becoming more agitated as things progressed. The FBI had proven adept at protecting their witnesses, not allowing hide nor hair to be seen before the appointed time.

“What do you mean you can’t find either of them?” Orochimaru hissed out from between the bars of his cell.

His lawyer sighed and ran a tired hand through his hair. “You don’t seem to understand. Even without the witnesses, there is a substantial amount of evidence against you. You are not going to be able to wave a wand and make it just disappear.”

Orochimaru reached through the bars and grabbed the man by his discreet navy blue tie, jerking him closer to the cold steel separating them. “I pay you to make things like this disappear. You will either do your job or you had better get used to looking over your shoulder. Because if you’re thinking that prison will keep you safe from me, then you’re a fool.”

Sasuke Uchiha took the stand and described in detail his initial investigation into the death of the bookie, Gantetsu, and the disappearance of his friend, Mimura. He then further discussed his meeting with Naruto and how the young man had initially set him up for a blackmail scheme at the alleged behest of Orochimaru and how Naruto decided to turn Orochimaru in instead.

“After spending years under Orochimaru’s employ, why do you suppose Uzumaki would suddenly just decide to turn against his boss?” the defense attorney queried with seeming confusion.

“Mr. Uzumaki informed me that he was concerned about his cousin’s continued mistreatment and that he was working for Orochimaru under the threat of harm befalling her. After having seen footage of Mr. Uzumaki’s own treatment under Orochimaru’s employ, I could only assume he was telling the truth,” Sasuke said, trying to keep his voice level and calm.

“Perhaps that wasn’t the reason at all,” the lawyer said, suddenly perking up as if an idea had just occurred to him. “Perhaps the reason was that he promised you more sex-”

“Objection, Your Honor, speculation!” the prosecution protested.

Sasuke went on to tell how the FBI had contacted him to keep an eye on his colleagues for any proof of mishandling evidence and how Captain Baki dismissed him when he had uncovered said evidence. When further questioned about his relationship with Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke stated with a firm voice and a blank expression how there was no relationship. What had happened that night had been between two consenting adults and, after he had found out that Naruto worked for Orochimaru and had been setting him up for blackmail, there had been no further sexual conduct between them.

“Because of that night, you lost your job and your fiancé,” the lawyer pointed out. “And you are trying to tell me that it was just casual sex?”

“That was just a cover reason that Baki-”

“Aside from the fact that you claim that you were fired under false pretenses, we will go with the fact that this was the reason that was used,” the attorney interrupted.

Sasuke gritted his teeth together, frustration flickering across his face before he regained control.

“Answer the question, Mr. Uchiha. Was this casual sex? Or did you form a relationship with Mr. Uzumaki?” the man pressured.

“It was casual sex, a one-night stand,” Sasuke answered, forcing himself to remain calm. He kept his gaze averted from Naruto as he responded. He didn’t want to give the lie to his words by seeking Naruto out and he didn’t want to see the look on Naruto’s face as he uttered them.

“So after that one night, you had no other sexual contact with him?”

“No.” The denial stung, but was bearable.

“You are not in a relationship with him?”

“No.” He felt a sick stirring in his stomach, but forced it away.

“You are not in love with him?”

“No.” He was barely able to choke the response out past the clenching around his heart.

“Is there somewhere you are going with this, counselor?” the judge asked in a weary voice.

“I just wanted to make sure that it was Sasuke Uchiha, consultant to the FBI who stormed into the warehouse before shooting people and not Sasuke Uchiha, the man who found his lover screwing someone else and in a fit of jealous rage started shooting people.”

“He was being raped,” Sasuke bit out, trying to restrain himself from jumping over the stand and strangling the self-righteous bastard before him.

“Ah, yes. The alleged rape. Then why were no charges filed?” the lawyer demanded.

Naruto Uzumaki, with only one arm in a sling at that point, swore his oath to tell the truth which he did in full. Up to a point. He fully disclosed his activities within Orochimaru’s organization. He described the duress which he had been under, citing his cousin’s addiction to the narcotics fed to her by Orochimaru starting when the girl had been a minor.

“Did you ever see the defendant administering or providing Ino Yamanaka with drugs, Mr. Uzumaki?”

“He always had Kabuto-,” Naruto began to answer.

“Yes or no, Mr. Uzumaki,” the lawyer interrupted.

“But he ordered-”

“Yes or no, it is a simple response!”

Blue eyes glared at the lawyer before an answer was supplied. “No.”

“Did you ever see my client having sex with your cousin, Mr. Uzumaki? Yes or no?” the lawyer added as he saw Naruto’s mouth open. “Did you actually see my client engaged in a sexual act with your cousin at any time?”

Naruto’s hand clenched on the top of the stand, his knuckles turning white.

“Answer the question, please, Mr. Uzumaki,” the judge urged.

“No.”

However, when it came to questions of his relationship with Sasuke, he, too, disavowed any involvement with the detective outside of how they had met. He sat there with an empty look on his face and refuted any and every accusation linking him romantically to the other man. He denied having ever touched him past their initial meeting, denied having gotten close to him emotionally, denied with a straight face ever loving him.

“Out of all the people that you claim to have had contact with, why did you chose Mr. Uchiha to take up your cause?”

“He didn’t cave in.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“When I showed him the video of the two of us, he didn’t cave in to the blackmail. He was going to let me expose him rather than give in to any demands,” Naruto explained.

The jury watched Orochimaru’s face become even pastier when videos were played depicting several of the blackmail and bribery schemes, many done with Orochimaru’s name clearly mentioned.

“I’ve seen their evidence,” his lawyer said quietly, trying to keep the guards from overhearing. “How in the hell did you let those files slip through your hands?”

Orochimaru’s fury was barely contained. “Kabuto went through that imbecile’s computer on a weekly basis. There were no files on it that could have incriminated me. Everything that was taped was edited and the originals deleted. I don’t know where this information is coming from.”

“They claim that the FBI found it in the warehouse that burned down and Uzumaki admits to having maintained a hidden record of his activities.” A frustrated look was sent Orochimaru’s direction. “You underestimated him.”

A state certified psychiatrist took the stand on Ino’s behalf and poured out every secret that the girl had shared in confidence. The psychiatrist spoke in scientific terms that impressed the jury about the girl’s molestation, drug addiction, abuse and rape all at the hands or orders of Orochimaru.

“According to forensics, the sexual assault kit conducted upon Ino Yamanaka showed that she had been raped by several individuals within hours before the raid upon the warehouse, but was there any evidence that the defendant was one of those?”

The psychiatrist pushed her glasses further upon the bridge of her nose before answering in the manner required by the defense attorney. “No, he was not.”

Finally Karin took the stand. It was her testimony that was key. It was her recorded proof of the slaying of a swindling employee that had been sent to her by Gantetsu. It was through her direction that the FBI found the bodies of Gantetsu, who had been killed after his failed blackmail attempt, and Mimura who had known about the video and had been betrayed by Gantetsu in a desperate effort to save his own life. Her cooperation provided the FBI with the mountain of evidence that convinced the jury to lock Orochimaru away for life.

The court room was quiet as the shot rang out from the monitor that displayed Orochimaru standing in front of a man who had, moments before, been begging for his life. A small wisp of smoke trailed away from the barrel of the gun in Orochimaru’s pale hand, leaving no doubt as to who had pulled the trigger that ended the man’s life.

No one heard the small “Fuck,” from Orochimaru’s lawyer as he observed the faces of the jury. At that point he knew it was pretty much over, the only thing he could do now was damage control, to minimize the charges as much as possible and to throw as much doubt and suspicion onto the prosecution’s witnesses as possible.

It was her testimony, given in exchange for a reduced sentence at a low-security prison that Karin sealed Orochimaru’s fate. She knew that her life was on the line with her betrayal, but she also knew that she wasn’t totally helpless. It would be hard, but she was confident that she could keep herself alive long enough to serve her sentence and then disappear where he couldn’t find her.

The trial itself lasted a long time. There were many witnesses, the defense tried to put as many roadblocks in the prosecutor’s way as possible, and there were many charges to prove.

During this time, Sasuke could only watch Naruto from afar so as not to endanger their testimony and the trial. He could only feign seeming disinterest when his heart stuttered every time Naruto was escorted from the court room and he brushed against Sasuke each time as he passed.

And Sasuke knew it was just the beginning.

Even after Orochimaru’s trial was over, Sasuke knew that Naruto would still be under protection as the corrupt officials were pulled down around them. He knew that he would have to wait, to bide his time until they could speak to each other and try to make some kind of sense out of what they were together.

“We, the jury, find the defendant, on the charge of murder in the first degree, guilty…”

Sasuke drowned out the rest of the recital as he immediately looked over in Naruto’s direction. Depthless blue eyes stared back at him with a strangely bewildered yet elated expression swirling within them.

“…be remanded to a maximum security federal penitentiary where you will serve three consecutive life sentences…”

The judge’s gavel hit the wooden base with a finality whose sharpness shook Sasuke from his daze. Federal agents immediately surrounded Naruto and swiftly exited through a side door away from the general populace. Police officers performed a similar technique with Orochimaru, quickly handcuffing him and sweeping him from the room with his lawyer’s assurances that they were going to appeal echoing in his ears.

Sasuke felt someone press something into his hand and whirled around to see the back of a grey head of hair casually walking away with the other observers towards the main doors at the back of the room.

He glanced down to see Kakashi’s familiar handwriting on the back of a business card from the porn shop.

“Sub-basement level 3. Men’s bathroom. Ten minutes.”

Resting in the palm of his hand underneath the business card was a familiar looking orange foil wrapped package. Eyes widening in both embarrassment and incredulity, Sasuke ignored the surge of anticipation flooding his veins as he shoved the packet inside his jacket pocket.

Sasuke figured it would take him five minutes to find the place that Kakashi had designated and the next few minutes seemed to last forever as he watched the court room slowly clear out. He slipped out of the room where people were still lingering, talking over the case and its implications, and moved deeper into the court house. Finding a set of elevators that were far enough away from the entrance that they weren’t being used, he pressed the button for the sub-basement level.

It wasn’t long before Sasuke found himself at the beginning of a hallway and being stopped by an FBI agent.

“I’m sorry, this area is restricted to non-federal personnel for the moment,” the man said in a tone that brooked no argument.

“Let him through,” called a familiar voice from a short ways down the hall.

Sasuke glanced up to see Ebisu as well as a few other agents standing in front of a door. Beyond he could make out the exit to the parking garage where they undoubtedly had a car waiting to take Naruto back to his safe house.

The agent in front of him stepped aside and Sasuke quickly walked over to the Special Agent.

“Whatever you want to say to him, make it quick. You have ten minutes,” Ebisu told him while nodding towards the men’s room door.

Sasuke pushed the door open and stepped into the pristine washroom. His eyes were instantly drawn to Naruto who was leaning back against the wall next to the counter containing the sinks. The door shut behind him and he glanced back, noticing the lack of a locking mechanism.

“Sasuke,” Naruto said softly, taking in the full sight of the other man before him.

A glance confirmed that they were alone, the stalls empty and standing open. Sasuke moved forward and, being careful of the arm that was still in the cast, embraced the blond.

Naruto smiled as he rested his head on Sasuke’s shoulder, the unforgettable masculine scent drowning his senses. Shifting the cast to his side as much as possible, Naruto brought up his good arm and wrapped it around strong shoulders, pulling Sasuke as close to him as he could.

Sasuke arms tightened around Naruto’s back as he gently nuzzled his cheek against silky blond locks. Naruto tilted his head up at the gesture and brushed their lips lightly against each other. Sasuke’s breath stuttered hotly against Naruto’s skin for the briefest of moments before he crashed their mouths together.

Sasuke wasted no time in thrusting his tongue into Naruto’s mouth aggressively, anxious for a taste of the passion that flared so easily between them. Naruto made a needy sound at the back of his throat as he was devoured by the man before him. Sensations jolted through his body just from Sasuke’s lips upon his and he wondered with almost a touch of despair if he would ever get enough, if he could ever get enough.

Sasuke’s mouth didn’t rest, never slowed in motion as it claimed, possessed and branded Naruto with an increasing, desperate desire. His hands came up to cage Naruto’s face, fingers gripping blond hair as his tongue continued to plunder Naruto’s mouth, stealing his breath from him and erasing any traces of coherency from his mind.

Naruto had never felt Sasuke take this much control before and he wanted to throw himself into the sensation, wanted to revel in the brunet’s dominance. He had never felt this safe, this cherished, this protected even as a mere kiss stripped him emotionally naked and left him vulnerable.

Naruto felt Sasuke’s hands leave his face and drop to the buckle of his slacks, an uncomfortable concession that he’d had to make for the dignity of the courtroom, and began to jerk them open with short, hurried movements. A part of him wanted to talk while they could, wanted to say so much; but how in the hell could he think when his body was demanding more?

Cold air hit him and he instinctively arched closer to the heat before him. Lips pulled away from his as dark eyes took in the vision of his swollen, aching flesh. Those eyes, so filled with lust that it was impossible to tell where the iris began and the pupil ended, locked onto his as Sasuke spoke.

“One of these days, very soon, I’m going to taste your cum as it fills my mouth,” he promised in an almost ominous, dark tone.

Naruto felt a shiver race down his spine as his breath left him in a rush. He stared at Sasuke in a surprised sort of stupor for the time that it took the other male to undo the fastenings on his own pants and pull out his own rigid manhood.

Any wondering thoughts of what had caused Sasuke’s current behavior were thrown out the window as pale hips thrust against his own. Naruto’s eyes fluttered, breaking their shocked stare as his own pelvis pushed back wantonly.

“Shirt,” he pointed out breathlessly. He took the hem of his own oversized dress shirt, worn so that it would fit well over his cast, and tucked it in his sling.

Sasuke gave a soft groan at the now bared tattoo and shoved his own shirt up high enough to trap it under his upper arms. He rolled his hips into Naruto’s once more, dry skin catching and rubbing harshly before he remembered Kakashi’s latest gift.

Ripping the package open with his teeth, Sasuke squirted the orange smelling gel into the palm of his hand before reaching down to smear it over both of their cocks. Naruto gave a moan as his head tilted back against the tiled wall, pushing his hips even harder into the sensation. Sasuke leaned down and raked his teeth over the exposed skin of Naruto’s neck, dragging a surprised hiss from the other male.

Naruto nudged Sasuke away from his neck and pressed their lips together once more as his hand joined the pale one gripping them together. He started moving their grasping hands as one, his body shuddering at the firm, slick strokes.

Sasuke tore his mouth away with a harsh exclamation. “Fuck, Naruto, I want you,” he panted heavily as he started moving their hands faster and harder.

Naruto groaned as his body tightened under the delicious stimulation. It had been so damn long, too damn long since he had touched the bastard. “Not enough time,” he gasped out.

“I want you inside of me so badly,” Sasuke admitted thickly. He could remember vividly how it had felt having the blond pounding into him with abandon and his balls tightened unbearably at the thought.

Naruto’s eyes rolled back at the sensation of Sasuke’s cock hardening and swelling against his own aching, throbbing flesh. He held the two of them even more solidly, hand moving quickly and without rhythm as they hovered on the brink.

A painful ecstasy ripped through Naruto as he finally released, causing him to yell out like some inexperienced teenager having his first fuck. Sasuke clenched his teeth and pressed his face hard against Naruto’s neck, groaning low in his throat as his own cock started to jerk and pulse, spilling hot semen over their hands.


Ebisu looked over at Izumo. “Go ahead and take the SUV out and drive around a couple blocks. That should get rid of the press for the most part. Then come back and we can get him out of here.”

Izumo immediately looked at his partner and motioned with his head towards the garage entrance. “We’re on it.”

Ebisu sighed and leaned back against the wall next to the restroom door. The members of the press were always around but with the trial concluding today they would be worse than ever, each one jockeying for position to get their last minute sound bites before twisting anything said to put their own sensational spin on things. He had some police keeping the parking garage blocked off, but someone always seemed to manage to sneak inside.

If Izumo and Kotetsu could lead them off before they got wind that Uzumaki wasn’t in the car, then perhaps they could actually drive away without being harassed or delayed.


Izumo and Kotetsu managed to get to the SUV without interference. It appeared as if the local police were actually doing their jobs this time. The vehicle started up and they quickly maneuvered to the exit of the parking garage.

It was Kotetsu’s eyes that spotted the man leaning against the building across the street. He watched as the man totally ignored their presence until they passed by. Looking into the side mirror of the car though, he could see the man staring after them before pulling a cell phone from his pocket. The man’s gaze never left Kotetsu’s as he dialed a number on the phone and a barely audible beep sounded inside the car.

Kotetsu’s dark eyes widened right before an explosion rocked the car from underneath, lifting it off of the ground and blowing the hood clear off of the vehicle. Within seconds, they were engulfed in flames.


Sasuke gave a start as the bathroom door flew open, his cum-covered hand going for a gun that wasn’t there. Keeping Naruto protectively behind him, he turned to see Ebisu rushing into the room.

Taking one look at their situation, the FBI agent grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser and thrust them into Naruto’s hand. “We’re leaving. Now.”

With that, he grabbed onto the blond’s toned bicep, pulled him out from behind Sasuke and began dragging him to the door.

“Wait, what-” Naruto began.

“Not now. We have an emergency. We need to get you out of the building immediately,” Ebisu said shortly as he jerked the door open.

Sasuke watched in worry and frustration as Ebisu escorted his lover from the room without any explanation. His mouth firmed into a thin line as he reminded himself he still had a source of information even if said source was a bit unreliable. Not the information provided of course, just the source itself and if he had to throttle the source to get his information then so much the better.

It was time for another visit to the porn shop.

TBC