Blackmail and Betrayal

AN: I’m glad everyone enjoyed the opening of this story so much! As requested I have turned it into a multi-chapter fic. I have no clue how long it will run, probably (guessing here) maybe 10-15 chapters? Depends on how verbose I become. I will be posting sporadically until Sound of Dreams is finished (thinking every other Sat at this point.) Enjoy!!


Warnings: Mentions of drug use, crude language, prostitution, firearms and criminal activity. Oh, and shrink-bashing! Obviously, I don’t condone any of these activities, blah, blah, etc. Also, there is a little SasuSaku that is a necessary evil for plot… of which I don’t condone either, lol.

Chapter 2


Naruto slowly maneuvered his black motorcycle with the orange flames through the multitude of warehouses in the industrial park down by the docks. The building that Orochimaru had converted into his private living quarters were far enough away from the center of things not to attract notice but close enough that the crime boss could keep an eye on things.

The snaky bastard wasn’t the biggest shark in the ocean but he was one of a few large enough to have his own chunk of prime territory and ruthless enough that others got out of his way.

Naruto stopped at the security shack in front of the gates in the chain link fence that surrounded the compound. He pulled off the black helmet that sported the stylized painting of a nine-tailed fox with the name “Foxy” across the back. He hated the name, but had found the helmet at a second-hand store and had instantly fallen in love with it. He had tried putting black electrical tape over the name, but it kept falling off no matter what he used to glue it on with.

He shook out his blond spiky hair as the “guard” lifted a hand to him in greeting. The security guard uniform that the man was dressed in never failed to amuse Naruto. From the outside, it would seem everything was on the up and up, until one saw the sub-machine gun that the guard carried strapped over his shoulder.

Naruto guided his bike over to the overhead door that served as one of the private entrances to the warehouse. The massive structure had two different sections. The larger area had minor renovations and served as a gathering place for a lot of the boss’ cronies. It was a place to meet, plan, party and crash when necessary.

The other, smaller, section had gone through a more extensive overhaul to turn it into Orochimaru’s private living quarters complete with rec areas, a dining room, kitchen, a small infirmary and study as well as several bedrooms. The décor was expensive but austere with dark porcelain tiled floors with only a few hand-woven area rugs thrown here and there. The walls had all been redone in sheetrock instead of the original paneling and were hung with mostly prints but also a few scattered authentic works as well.

The main rec room had a widescreen plasma TV where there were usually a few people gathered, passing time in between their duties and extracurricular interests. Naruto passed through, lifting a hand in a vague greeting as he continued on to his personal room in the building.

“So, were you out taping some politician getting his peter puffed on by some hooker or were you the one doing the puffing this time?” one of the males jibed in a friendly, but taunting manner.

“Fuck you, Suigetsu. You’re just jealous that I’m actually useful around here, unlike your gimp ass,” Naruto returned, slowing his trek through the room but not stopping.

“You can stop talkin’ ‘bout my ass already, fox-boy. Told you, you can’t have it,” the pale-skinned man, only a year or two older than Naruto, tossed back.

“Hell if I’d want your loose ass, bitch. If you’re so desperate to get laid, call Karin. She’d do anyone, maybe even you.”

“Fuck no! That skank has more bugs in her cooch than my last apartment had roaches,” he said as he laughed harshly.

“Naruto,” a voice said quietly from another doorway.

Naruto glanced over to see their resident physician, who doubled as Orochimaru’s right hand man, standing there, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Kabuto,” he acknowledged.

“Mr. Orochimaru wishes to speak with you,” he said quietly. Of course, he never had to raise his voice because no one dared speak while he did.

“I’ll be right there,” Naruto replied tonelessly.

“Now,” he stated unequivocally.

Naruto shouldered the strap to his messenger bag and moved to follow the silver-headed man. Kabuto led him upstairs and to the door that Naruto knew contained Orochimaru’s study/sitting room area and, beyond that, his bedroom. The almost unnaturally pale man sat in a large, overstuffed lounge chair in front of an unlit fireplace. His dark eyes were hidden as usual behind the yellow snake-eyed contact lenses that he always wore as he watched the other occupant of the room in twisted amusement.

Ino sat at his feet, her blue eyes glazed over as she rested her head against his knee. Her light blonde hair was as limp and listless as the rest of her body as she stared sightlessly at the ceiling. A rather large white constrictor of some species that Naruto couldn’t identify was slowly crawling over her, inciting her to sporadic, sluggish giggles as it moved over a ticklish spot.

Naruto’s hand tightened on the strap of his bag, his knuckles going white as his cousin didn’t even register his presence. His blue eyes blazed over at Orochimaru as his boss merely smiled at his impotent rage.

“Have you finished your assignment yet?” the voice asked in a rough tenor pitch. It sounded as if the man’s throat had been damaged at some point, although he had no scars to show if it had.

“Not yet,” he responded without hesitation. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to share what had happened in the bar just yet.

“Make sure you get it done,” Orochimaru said with a slight frown. “My resources are hardly ever wrong. If they say he goes trolling for men, then he must do so. And you have proven more than capable of attracting a man’s eye.”

He paused to look Naruto up and down salaciously, making the blond distinctly uncomfortable. “If it starts to seem like you are losing your natural touch, then I will have to find someone to train you better.”

A slow sadistic smile spread across thin lips. “It seems I do like blonds, but Ino’s just not as much fun anymore.” He glanced down at the unresponsive girl. “Maybe I should give her away as a present and have you replace her, hmm?”

“We both know I’m of more use to you doing what I do,” Naruto growled out, trying to ignore the icy sensation in the pit of his stomach.

“Ah, but not if you aren’t doing it,” Orochimaru countered mildly. “The only reason why your precious cousin is still here is because you do your job well. If you cannot complete your assignments, then I have no use for her. Do we understand each other, Naruto?”

“Perfectly,” he gritted out.

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Naruto slammed his door shut and made his way over to his crowded computer desk, falling into his comfy, battered faux leather chair.

‘The fucking snake-loving bastard,’ he mentally ranted.

He booted up his main system, typed in his password and plugged the camera into a USB port.

He was so tired of playing Orochimaru’s games. This was the first time he had threatened to replace Ino with Naruto, however. Naruto closed his eyes when he remembered how his cousin had looked. She was so strung out now that he couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything of the sweet, little girl that he had known left behind her blank eyes.

He had thought that by doing what Orochimaru wanted of him that he was saving Ino. Contrarily, it looked as if he had just drawn out her suffering. He buried his face in his hands. He was just so very tired and he had no idea what to do anymore. He had thought that being out on the street would have been worse, but now he wasn’t so sure. There had to be a way out of this mess without spending the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders. There had to be a way to get Ino out of this situation, get her healthy and protect her.

Sighing, he opened up the files on the camera and double-clicked on the one dated for today.

“I know what you need,” he listened to himself say. He had never heard his voice sound like that before. Then again, he had never been turned on like that before.

“Do you?” the detective responded in a breathy voice that made Naruto hard just from hearing it again.

He studied the man’s face, watching all the nuances that he hadn’t been able to see when he had fucked the policeman. He couldn’t help but wonder what the detective would do now that he had irrefutable proof of his sexual orientation.

There were many men that denied their homosexual or bisexual urges, convincing themselves that getting a blow job was no big deal and it didn’t matter who was giving it. Hell, some even convinced themselves that fucking another guy didn’t mean anything because it was just a hole and they were the ones doing the fucking.

However, being taken was an entirely different matter, especially since the cop had gotten off so hard on it.

He watched as Uchiha stepped away from him and saw the almost lost and confused look on the man’s face as he quickly redressed. Naruto could only imagine the expression he would have when the blackmail note was received.

He knew that Orochimaru wanted the detective to back off from a few cases that he was currently pursuing. Ones that looked unrelated but, once put together, led right to the crime boss. In the end, Orochimaru would probably sacrifice a few goons and get away scot-free. Must be nice to be able to get out of trouble that way; a little blackmail, a little betrayal and voila, sweet freedom.

Naruto’s eyes slowly widened. Maybe it was that easy.

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Sasuke stood inside of his bathroom in his apartment, the door open so that he could look into the full length mirror mounted on the side of the door that normally faced the bedroom. The fingers of his left hand traced the few bruises and marks that had been left on his body the night before, pressing just enough to feel a sting. There were about a half a dozen that were still clearly visible; one on his shoulder, one on his right pec, two on his ribs, one just below his belly button and the last on the inside of his thigh. His tight sac bounced lightly against the back of his hand when he traced that last one as his right hand continued to jerk his hard cock rapidly.

His panting breath started to hitch as he grew closer to his orgasm, his mind picturing the blond’s mouth in the place of his hand. He had just allowed himself to finally remember the sensation of being penetrated when he heard the bedroom door opening.

Eyes widening in sudden, guilty panic, he quickly shut the bathroom door knowing that his fiancé wouldn’t enter uninvited.

“Sasuke?” he heard her call out half worriedly.

Sasuke swallowed, trying to moderate his breath enough so that he could talk. “Yeah?”

“Ah, there you are. Everything okay?” she asked. He could hear her rustling around in the room.

“Yeah, just finishing up,” he said before grabbing his still-damp towel from his shower not long ago and wrapping it around his waist. He then realized that there was no way he could go out there with the bite marks still on his body.

What the hell had he been thinking? He knew better than to let someone leave marks on him.

“Hey, Sakura, could you hand me a t-shirt and some boxers?” he called out hopefully.

“Sure, honey,” she replied easily.

He dropped his towel and lifted the lid of the toilet then willed himself to soften up some so he could piss, knowing it would be another deterrent to her lingering.

Sakura stuck her head in long enough to lay the requested clothes on the vanity before ducking back out in embarrassment. Sasuke figured that it must be a girl thing to be so easily discomfited about bodily functions. He didn’t know what the big deal was, but since it was working to his benefit he didn’t complain.

He quickly flushed the commode, dressed and washed his hands before stepping out into the bedroom.

He lifted an eyebrow as he saw his fiancé dressing up. “Are we going somewhere tonight?” he asked. He really didn’t feel up to it as he had already put in several hours longer than he should have at the precinct today.

“Um, yes?” she replied, looking at him in confusion. “We’re supposed to meet my parents for dinner tonight, remember?” She frowned at the roll of his eyes. “Sasuke, we’ve had this planned for over a week now. Don’t tell me you forgot!”

Sasuke decided some fast talking was called for. “Sakura, I’m sorry, I’ve just spent so much time at work lately that I’m exhausted. Can’t we do this some other time?”

“No, we can’t,” she told him in exasperation. “It’s been forever since we’ve all gotten together. You just don’t get out like you used to before…” she trailed off, knowing the death of his family five years ago was still a very sensitive subject.

Sasuke stopped himself from saying something that would just hurt her and serve no real purpose. He had known Sakura since he was ten when her family had moved next door to his own. She had been a good friend and both of their families had been taken with the idea that the two of them would make a cute couple when they grew up. As Sasuke went through his teenage years, he had never found any girl to catch his eye let alone capture his heart and he had resented his parents’ attempts at match making between the two of them.

He had been too intent on his studies, too caught up in trying to compete with his brother’s accomplishments to worry about dating and girls. That had been the topic of the argument that had caused him to storm out of the house in the middle of a family dinner, one of the few that they had all managed to get together for with their busy schedules, on the night that they were murdered.

It had been six months later that he had proposed with the stipulation that they would wait until he had made Detective First Grade. He was currently at Second Grade, but had been told that his promotion was in the bag as soon as he finished his next big case.

That is if he didn’t ruin everything by screwing around with some guy on the side. He just needed to put this fucked-up desire of his aside and tend to his job and his fiancé.

He gave a sigh of surrender and walked to the closet. “Let me get ready,” he said, trying to keep the resignation out of his voice.

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It was around eleven when they returned home. Sakura was pleasantly buzzed by the wine while Sasuke had had something a little stronger. He found himself wondering what it would be like if the person turning toward him with a playful smile had blond hair instead of pink; if the arms reaching for him were stronger and attached to broader shoulders. What would it be like to come home to a male lover; to him.

He readily went into those arms, leaning down to devour pink lips while sinking his fingers into soft, silky hair.

He guided them back to the bedroom, stripping each other’s clothes off in the dim light from the entry as they went. Once at the bed, he picked his partner up and tossed the body on the bed. He ignored the little shriek and giggle, instead hearing the challenging growl that the blond would no doubt make. He moved onto the bed, crawling forward until his lover lay beneath him. His lips descended to dominate the pair below, enjoying the slight gasp of surprise followed by a whimper.

He trailed kisses across cheeks that weren’t supposed to be smooth. They were supposed to be lightly scarred with three marks on each side and a little prickly from a five o’clock shadow.

As he buried his face against the neck, he tried to imagine the musky, spicy scent instead of the flowery one as he nipped and kissed the delicate skin. His right hand skimmed over the body, not really wanting to feel the soft curves, until he reached the juncture of two strong thighs. He used his knee to part them and boldly raked his fingers through wiry pubic hairs. He ignored the disappointing lack of a hard shaft as his fingers found a lubricated hole.

Ah, yes, stretching. He was supposed to prepare his lover as the blond had done for him. He sank a finger deep inside, gratified by the responsive moan. He pumped the digit in and out a few times before slipping another in, his partner moaning and writhing under his touch.

“Sa… Sasuke,” the moan came.

Fuck, yeah. That’s what he’d been waiting to hear. He quickly sat back and flipped his lover over onto hands and knees before positioning himself behind the blond.

His right hand guided his prick down the cleft on an ass, pausing at the feel of a tight bud of skin. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice screamed at him to go lower if he valued his manhood.

He found his lover’s entrance and buried himself deep with one single, hard thrust. He didn’t hear the cry of discomfort but rather the moan of desire as he began moving forcefully inside of the tight, wet heat.

“Sasuke…” Not a questioning tone, but a yearning for more.

He grabbed a handful of blond hair and used it to ram himself deeper and harder.

“Sasuke!” Not a sharp cry of pain but rather a demand for a climax.

Sasuke shoved the other man down by the hand in his hair and grabbed his shoulder, giving himself leverage to move deeper and faster.

“Sasuke!!”

“That’s it, little slut, take my cock!” he growled as he felt his body tense up.

The body below his froze for the briefest of moments before exploding into action. Nails were clawing at his arms, teeth were biting into his fingers and he was bucked off of the twisting form. He was brought back to his senses sharply by a slap across his face.

“Little slut?!” Sakura demanded in a tone strangled by indignation, humiliation and pain.

“I’m sorry, Sakura,” he said quickly, trying to forestall any confrontations. “I… I got carried away… I’d been drinking.” Apparently he had imbibed more than he had thought to let things go so far.

“I’ve seen you drink more than that before, Sasuke, and you’ve never acted like this!” she practically hissed out.

Tired of trying to see him by the dim light from the other room, she leaned over and clicked on the lamp. She turned back only to see him with his back to her, quickly pulling on the t-shirt from earlier. He sat back on the bed as he pulled his boxers on. “I said I’m sorry, Sakura,” he said quietly and she felt something tug at her heart. “I… I was just really into it. You felt so good…” his voice trailed off.

Sakura sighed and grabbed her satin robe from the hook by the closet. Slipping it on, she felt better prepared to face him. She walked around the bed and saw the blank mask that he always seemed to wear firmly in place.

“You hurt me, Sasuke,” she told him firmly. “Both physically and with that… what you called me. I think…” She looked away for a moment, knowing he wouldn’t like what she was about to say. “I think we need to see a counselor together. We need to work out our problems before we get married.”

“We don’t have problems, Sakura,” he growled out. “And I’m not going to see some fucking shrink. I’ll be dammed if I have some clueless asshole tell me that I have to get in touch with my feelings.” He invested a world of scorn into the last word, as if it was something he had stepped in while walking down the sidewalk.

Sakura sighed. “It doesn’t change the fact that you have some issues that you need to work out.”

“I have issues?!” he demanded incredulously. “Why is everything that doesn’t meet with your approval my issue? You know most healthy relationships involve a bit more than just kissing and missionary position fucking!”

“You’ve known for a long time that I’m uncomfortable with that… other stuff. Two people in love are gentle when they have sex. They don’t bite and scratch or try to hurt each other. And they sure as hell don’t call each other sluts!”

“I’m tired of trying to compromise with you all the time,” he murmured as he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m always the one that gives and dammit, I want something back once in a while, Sakura.”

She stood there for a long moment before going to the closet to fish out an overnight bag. “I’m going to stay at my parents for a few days. I think we need time to cool down away from each other.”

Sasuke sat there quietly; not trying to reason with her, not trying to make her stay. At the moment he was cursing ever having met that blue-eyed blond in the bar. He would have lived so much happier in blissful ignorance, but that was impossible now. Not when he knew what it was that he had been missing.

A short time later the front door closed. Sasuke sighed, reached over to turn out the light and tried to fall asleep.

TBC