Blackmail and Betrayal

AN: Nothing interesting to see here… move along…

Hope you guys like it! Not exactly an action packed chapter since it is setting up the plot, but you get to see Naruto go to work again!

Chapter 3


The next morning Sasuke stalked through the rows of desks with a coffee cup in his hand and a scowl on his face. He ignored most of the greetings and merely gave a nod of his head at the others. He wasn’t a morning person to begin with and last night had not yielded much sleep.

He sank into the uncomfortable chair in front of his desk and took another sip of caffeinated goodness. He then pulled out his current case files and started sorting through them, examining each for heretofore undiscovered clues or unfinished tasks.

Several hours passed by without him realizing it as he filled out several pages on a yellow legal pad with notes and items for him to double-check. His stomach grumbled at the lack of attention since last night and he decided that now would be a good time to take a break.

He was just about to stand up when one of the junior members on the force dropped a manila envelope on his desk on the way by.

“That just showed up by courier for you,” he told Sasuke before moving on to his own business.

Sasuke frowned and carefully tore the seal on the envelope. He removed a sheet of photo quality printer paper with a sticky note attached to it. He pulled off the note to reveal a scene from the other night with him turning his face toward the camera, a look of ecstasy on his face as his bare body was covered by that of the blond. It was pretty easy to tell what they were doing. Eyes widening, he shoved the photo back inside and glanced around to make sure no one had seen it.

When nobody reacted and no one called him down, he hesitantly lifted the sticky note up to read it.

‘The Toy Chest – 1:30pm today’

A sense of surreal panic stole over him as he stared at the note. A part of him said that he shouldn’t be surprised; it had been bound to happen sooner or later. He swallowed past the lump in his throat, wondering what they would want. Something like this always meant that someone wanted something.

It wouldn’t matter though because he would not give in to their demands, not if it meant giving in to some murdering bastard like the one that had killed his family.

On the other hand, it would bring shame to his father’s name. It would crush Sakura and embarrass her family as well; people that had cared for him and his family for a long time. They were like a second family to him even though he tried to shut them out, tried to avoid the pain of losing anyone else by keeping his distance. The thought of them looking at him in shame and disgust was almost enough to bring bile up in his throat.

His career… They couldn’t fire him because of his sexual preferences. He wouldn’t get his promotion however, his work environment would be hell and he would probably get shit jobs for quite a while. But they couldn’t fire him and he would have to work his way back to the top again, earning every accolade three times over.

There was only one way to handle this situation. He would have to put the fear of God into whoever was trying to screw with him and made sure they backed off. If not…well, there were other methods of dealing with scum if it came down to it.

His mind went to his companion on that eventful night. The idiot had been the one to invite him into the storage room. He obviously had already set everything up, but how had he known? Apparently he hadn’t been as discreet as he had thought or perhaps he was some random victim of the blond’s blackmail scheme.

Either way, he would have to go and meet him and show the punk that he was fucking with the wrong person.

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Sasuke pulled up across the street from the porn shop that bore the address as well as the colorful neon name of “The Toy Chest.” He stepped out onto the tired and worn asphalt road in the lower side of town, hitting the lock button on his keychain. A few vehicles passed by before he half jogged across the road and entered the shop.

Magazines and books lined the walls up in front with movies going off in one direction and lingerie and toys going off in the other. The shop seemed to only have one or two patrons at this time of day, at least those who were visible. He walked over to the counter that was situated where the sales clerk could watch over the entire shop. That is, if he hadn’t had his face buried in a book, leaving only his spiky silver hair visible.

“Excuse me,” Sasuke said abruptly as he approached the desk.

The book lowered only enough to reveal one dark eye and a black eye-patch over the other. A pale brow lifted inquiringly. “Something I can help you with?” the man drawled lazily. “A magazine, book?” His eye flicked up and down Sasuke in one quick twitch. “A vibrator, perhaps?”

Sasuke scowled at him. “I’m not here for...”

“Ah yes, sorry. A personal massager is the correct term I believe.”

Sasuke resisted the urge to reach out and throttle the man. “I was supposed to meet someone…” Only his quick reflexes enabled him to catch the key ring with a single key on it before it smacked him in the face.

“Back through there,” the man said, once again behind the cover of the book. He pointed to a door way that simply read “Play Room.” “That is where you will find our personal entertainers. Try not to leave a mess and enjoy!”

“Hn.” Walking back that direction, he glanced at the key which had the number six stenciled on the orange plastic keychain. Opening the door, he saw a dimly lit hallway stretching before him with three doors on each side and one at the end of the hall. The last door on the right was the one he needed.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside a small, dark room with a single chair facing a blank wall. There was a coin operated box on the wall on one side of the chair and the other side had a cheap paper towel rack and a trashcan.

Sasuke curled his lip in distaste before shutting the door behind him. He made sure that his 9mm was readily accessible before dropping the required change into the box. Refusing to sit down in the undoubtedly filthy chair, he stood there and watched the wall lift up, revealing darkness behind a Plexiglas partition.

A small seventeen inch screen flickered to life right behind the glass at about the height of a stage. He recognized the scene being played instantly as he had been one of the participants.

He watched himself as he practically clawed at the door in front of him, his mouth open and panting. A moan came across the two way intercom in the room, sounding almost tinny.

The blond… Oh god, the blond almost looked feral as he drove into him repeatedly. The look of lust, pleasure and desire on the scarred face was making him hard. As much as he hated the son of a bitch for taping them, he still wanted him. He tried to quell his body’s reaction and lifted his face up to peer into the shadows.

“What do you want?” he asked tightly.

His only reply was the sound of his own increasingly loud and desperate cries of pleasure.

“I’m not here to play games. Either you tell me what you want or I leave,” he said, starting to get pissed off.

He saw the shadows move suddenly and a figure stepped forward only to crouch down behind the laptop. The screen cast a pale blue light, throwing the figure’s features into demonic relief.

Red Converse sneakers, faded, ripped up jeans and a tight, orange tank top clothed the man, leaving his shoulders bare except for the blond hair that brushed over them. Blue eyes seemed to almost glow out at him in the semi-darkness.

“I think you know why you’re here,” the low, husky voice stated. Even while his body reacted to the sound, he couldn’t help but detect an underlying nervousness in it, indecision.

“I don’t pay off anyone. I don’t deal with blackmailers,” Sasuke said resolutely. He turned to leave. He was bluffing of course, to see the man’s reaction, to see if this had been directed at him specifically or just a generalized operation.

“You haven’t even heard my terms yet and don’t think I don’t know what is at stake for you,” the young man warned.

“Not interested.” Sasuke twisted the door knob as if preparing to leave.

“Wait!” the suddenly said, a note of desperation creeping into his voice. “I need… your help.” His voice dropped a little at the last.

“You have a funny way to ask for it,” Sasuke said irritably, still facing the door.

“This tape,” the blond hesitated, uncertain. “This tape was supposed to go to Orochimaru.”

Sasuke froze at the name. If the crime boss got a hold of this, he might as well kiss his career good-bye. The snake bastard wouldn’t just leak it out; he would plaster it where everyone could see. It wouldn’t be the first time that the man had ruined someone. It was all speculation and rumor, of course, the man was too slick to have it traced directly back to him.

“Then why are you here with it?” he asked coldly as he turned around and leaned against the door, feigning indifference even though he was rapidly coming up with and discarding ideas to get the tape back. “I doubt you are the one he usually sends to make his demands.”

The shaggy head shook slightly. “No,” he confirmed soberly, “but I am the one that usually tapes it when things happen. Sometimes I arrange it like I did with you.”

For whatever reason, Sasuke felt as if he had just been kicked in the gut. The man set people up like him for a living. Anything that had happened was meaningless, just a part of the blond’s job. Sasuke suddenly felt dirty, used. Humiliated.

He forced himself to unclench his fists before speaking. “Again, why are you here?” he growled out.

“Because I’m willing to give you information, give you what you need to lock him away,” he responded cautiously.

Sasuke could reluctantly understand the man’s hesitation. The price of even suggesting such a betrayal would be his life if Orochimaru ever found out.

“If you are willing to do that, then why this set up?” he demanded to know.

A tanned finger tapped the edge of the monitor, causing it to quiver slightly. “I’m willing to trade this for something from you.”

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Immunity for my cousin and me. I will make sure this comes back to you if you make sure neither of us gets caught up in the mess. No arrests, no charges. Let us go free.”

“I don’t make deals with criminals,” Sasuke said coldly.

“Bullshit,” the blond said succinctly. “Cops make deals all the time.”

Sasuke studied him for a long moment. “I’ll make a deal for one of you, not both. I’ll let you think about-“

“Fine,” the man interrupted him. “As long as she gets away from him and doesn’t have to deal with this shit, I’ll agree.”

“Even if you go to jail?” Sasuke asked with a raised eyebrow.

“As long as Ino is taken care of, that’s all that matters,” he replied firmly.

Sasuke fell silent once again as he scrutinized the blond. Those eyes continued to glow out at him, a blue flame full of conviction and determination. His eyes flickered down to the screen, which had fallen silent. He watched as the door was closed behind him and the look of sadness and weariness that crossed the expressive face.

He lifted his eyes back up. “What’s your name?”

“Naruto,” came the instant reply.

“Bring me something useful, Naruto, then we’ll see.” Not waiting for the other man to acknowledge his words, Sasuke turned and exited the room.

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Naruto let out a shaky breath that he hadn’t been aware of holding. The detective definitely had a presence about him; icy and cold and nothing like he had been at the bar. But he had agreed and that was all Naruto could ask for.

As he glanced down at the lap top, he decided that there was one other thing he could ask for as well. Another chance to slam himself into that wonderfully tight and responsive body would definitely be more than welcomed.

He closed down the video that was quickly becoming his favorite source of porn and snapped his laptop shut. He exited out of the employee’s area and into the front of the shop, wanting to thank Kakashi on his way out.

The silver-haired man was one of the biggest perverts that Naruto had met to date, but he was nice all the same. He had met him on one of his assignments where he had filmed some man watching a girly show. Naruto had showed up early with Suigetsu as well as a few others in tow and had them use all but one of the booths in the Play Room area. He had then set up his camera equipment in the last and spent the next hour browsing the porn shop while waiting for his target. He had started chatting with the one-eyed proprietor out of boredom since he had a tendency to get restless if he wasn’t actually concentrating on something. They hadn’t really talked about anything specific, just a little of this and that while Naruto waited. One thing was certain though; the man did know his porn.

The target had shown up, got his key and enjoyed his little show. After he had finally left, Naruto had asked for a key again and, since the other rooms were still occupied, got the same key as the target. He had sent a text message to the others as soon as he had gathered up his equipment only to turn to see Kakashi standing inside the doorway watching him.

Kakashi had been infuriated at first once he had found out that Naruto had used his store to set up someone. He had even gone so far as to confiscate the small camera that had been used while demanding that Naruto find someone else’s business to ruin when the others had shown up. Out numbered six to one, he figured that the conversation was over and that the guy would shut up. He had been very wrong.

He had watched in astonishment as the older man had practically handed the other guys their asses without even breaking a sweat. After watching them run off, he had then turned to Naruto. “You had better give me a really good reason why I don’t hand you to the cops.”

Naruto had then proceeded to spill his guts out to Kakashi, telling him about Ino and what he had to do to keep her out of trouble. Kakashi hadn’t believed him at first, thinking that Naruto was trying to bullshit him, but he had slowly come to believe the blond. He had immediately understood that Naruto couldn’t just run to the cops on his own without endangering his cousin.

Knowing that the boy couldn’t stop and knowing that if he tried something like he had just done again that someone else would catch him and the outcome could be much worse, Kakashi had taken it upon himself to help the kid out by giving him advice when asked. There were several situations where the two of them put their heads together to find ways to incriminate the targets necessary without putting Naruto in danger or treading on other people’s privacy. He was also there when Naruto just needed to get away from Orochimaru and hang out with someone that wasn’t watching his every move, waiting for him to fuck up so that they could curry favor by ratting on him to the boss.

Naruto walked out and leaned casually against the counter, waiting for Kakashi to acknowledge him. He had yet to see the lower half of the man’s face. Something was always in the way whether it was a book, a magazine, a turtleneck or a shelf that the man was behind. It reminded him of that red-headed secretary on the Power Puff Girls.

Not that he watched the show.

Even if Buttercup kicked ass.

Kakashi finally looked up from the orange covered book that he was reading and looked Naruto’s expression over before speaking. “So, how did it go?” he asked as his eyes trailed back to the print.

“Better than I had expected, not as well as I had hoped,” Naruto replied with a half-hearted shrug. “He wants me to give him some kind of proof that I’m not lying.”

“And what are you going to give him?” asked the older man.

“I’m not sure. I don’t know what cases he is working on that has the boss so twitchy. I don’t know shit about what gets shipped in or out and I sure as hell don’t know anything about who is on the hit list. I’m just a part-time slut with a camera,” he growled out in frustration.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Naruto,” Kakashi said from behind his book cover.

Naruto gave a half-smile. “Thanks, Kakashi.”

“You’re pretty handy about hacking into computers, too.”

Naruto rolled his eyes even though the one-eyed man wasn’t looking. “Gee, thanks, Kakashi.”

“Don’t mention it. Now you better get your cute butt back to work. Wouldn’t want to leave any dirty old men stuck jerking off tonight without you watching, now would we?”

“Fuck off, you old bastard.”

“Only if I search you for wires first,” Kakashi rejoined.

Naruto flipped him off before grabbing his laptop from the counter and heading towards the door.

“Hey, Naruto,” the older man called after him.

“What now?” he asked irritably.

“Hit him close to home,” Kakashi advised.

Naruto looked at him curiously and waited for an explanation. When none was forthcoming he gave a disgusted sound and stomped out the door.

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Naruto pulled his bike into the back of the warehouse and parked it alongside of the other vehicles already there. He hung the helmet off the handle bar, pausing to reaffix the damn black tape again on the back, and then headed inside.

He had just grabbed a hot pocket out of the freezer when Kabuto appeared next to the counter where the kitchen opened into the living area.

“Naruto,” the man spoke in his soft, confident voice.

Naruto yelped and fumbled with the wrapped ham and cheesey goodness before rescuing it from its fatal fall to the floor. “Don’t do that, man! You scared the shit out of me.”

“You have a job on the docks tonight. You know where to meet Sarutobi,” Kabuto informed him. “Be there in an hour.”

“Looks like someone has cocksucking patrol tonight,” a feminine voice sneered from the living room.

Naruto scowled. “Hey, Karin, the CDC called. They heard your cunt escaped quarantine again.” It seemed that Suigetsu was rubbing off on him. Thankfully, just not in any way that he might have to tape.

“The Seedece ?” There was a pause before a screech sounded from the room. “Hey! Come back here, you little prick!”

Naruto, however, had already grabbed his laptop and was halfway out the door.

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Naruto maneuvered his motorcycle into a different area of the docks, one that was several miles away from Orochimaru’s spread. He was still pondering what Kakashi had meant by hitting close to home with Detective Uchiha. How was he supposed to know where the guy lived?

He parked in between some buildings a short distance away from where he was to meet Sarutobi. Not that the man cared whether he was seen or not. The man had been a target at one point in time just like so many others; however he hadn’t given in to the demands. Rather instead, he had made his own demands and he and Orochimaru had come to a mutually beneficial deal.

Naruto climbed the rickety metal steps that led to the small building which overlooked most of the older docks in the area. From here, Sarutobi kept track of what boats arrived and departed as well as cargo manifests and whether custom inspections had been performed. While the docks weren’t the larger, more popular ones on the other side of the river which could handle the bigger ships, it was used quite a bit by smaller companies. He was a very influential man within his own territory and could have made a lot of trouble for Orochimaru. However, he was willing to look the other way when a small boat made brief dock to unload cargo in return for Naruto’s services.

Normally the small office would have a few other staff members about, but when he was expected, they suddenly had “inspections” or other such nonsense that they were ordered to check out. Sarutobi always made sure that they were alone when needed.

The stairs led to a back entrance and it was just a short walk to the man’s office. Naruto knocked once before entering the room. A rather large, solidly built man in his thirties sat with his feet propped up on his desk. A scrunched up, unlit, half-smoked cigarette dangled from his lips which were surrounded by coarse black hair. Naruto knew for a fact that the same dark, coarse hair covered most of his body. Deep brown eyes took in Naruto before the man nodded in greeting.

“Asuma,” Naruto returned before shutting the door behind him.

The man drew his feet off of the desk before standing up. Naruto watched as he casually began to unbuckle his belt. “Do we really have to do this?” he asked in trepidation.

Asuma let out a small huff of a laugh. “Well, as much as I don’t mind your company, I’d rather do this before my people get back. We can chit chat afterwards.”

Belt undone, he began to unbutton his jeans.

“Can’t I just give you a hand job instead?” Naruto asked hopefully.

Asuma rolled his eyes. “Do we really have to go through this every time, kid? You’re here because you are about the only one that can do the job without freaking out. What makes you think I’m going to pass that up for something I can do myself?”

“I can always dream,” Naruto muttered.

Asuma smiled. “Not only that, but I don’t have to buy you dinner.”

“Hey, I gave up my dinner to get here on time, thank you very much!” Naruto protested as he watched the other man reach into the dark confines of his boxers and start pulling out flesh.

“Fine, I think I have some cup ramen in the break room,” he grumbled even though he had a slight smirk on his face.

“That works for me!” Naruto assured him cheerfully. He looked down at the half erect manhood hanging from the nest of dark, wiry hair. “I still don’t see how you stay conscious with all the blood that thing must take to get hard.”

Asuma snickered before sitting himself down in his chair. “Get over here and let’s do this.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one that’s going to have sore jaws,” Naruto grumbled as he went to kneel to one side of the jean-clad legs.

“Stop bitching, Naruto, and take some pride in your work,” Asuma grinned.

Normally Naruto would have never acted in such a manner with a job, but Asuma was a regular and he was easy enough to get along with. He also was the poster child for the expression “hung like a horse.” The man had to be at least two and a half inches in diameter and easily nine to ten inches long.

“If I choke to death on that thing, at least shove a piece of food down my throat before the ambulance shows up,” he said as a last jibe before getting down to business.

“And lose bragging rights? Hell, no.”

Naruto snickered right before wrapping a hand around the base of Asuma’s cock. His hands weren’t small and it was all he could do to touch his middle finger and thumb together… and that was by squeezing. He could honestly say that he was nowhere near jealous of the man’s size.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length, making sure to slicken it with his saliva. If that huge fucking thing, pun intended, was going down his throat then he wanted to make sure it was well lubricated. He moved his hand up a little further so he could slide the foreskin down enough to reveal the dark pink head. He sucked the tip into his mouth, earning a sharp breath from the man he was administering to, and then slipped his tongue under the remaining skin to rim it around the sensitive flesh beneath. A hand reached up to slowly comb through his blond locks as he worked the hardened flesh diligently.

Asuma took an unsteady breath around the cigarette still dangling from his lips. “You are so damn good at this. You should fucking hold seminars and then maybe I could get some good head on a regular basis for once.”

Naruto shot an amused look up at the half-lidded dark eyes before sinking his head down further onto the engorged manhood in his mouth. He allowed the saliva to escape his lips, coating the rigid flesh for the next step. He gave Asuma’s nuts a gentle squeeze as he shifted himself up onto his feet. Now leaning over the man, he began to consciously relax his jaws and throat as he slowly lowered himself down.

He felt the nudge against the soft, vulnerable tissue at the back of his throat and backed off at the last moment. He took a deep breath, shifted slightly and then sank back down. Asuma’s cock filled his mouth completely and then started to slide down his esophagus. Knowing that he was going to run out of air soon, he twisted his head just slightly and pushed all the way down to the thick, coarse black hair.

“Shit!” Asuma gasped as his hand tightened reflexively in the soft blond hair.

Naruto knew better than to try to swallow. Something this size would kick in his instincts to gag to try to dislodge it as had happened the first time he had serviced Asuma. However, he could tighten his throat as he slid back up to where he could breathe again. Getting another lung-full of air, he immediately slid back down and started a rhythm.

The larger man moaned at the sight of those lips stretched impossibly wide around his girth. He watched in both pleasure and awe as his cock once again disappeared inside of the young man’s mouth. God, he could easily cum at the sight but he tried to hold back. He wanted the pleasure to last as long as he could, wanted to hold on to this rare sensation for as long as it could last.

Naruto felt the steady swell in his mouth and throat and knew that Asuma was almost at his limit. He made sure to take in more air as he knew the man had a tendency to fuck his mouth to completion and he had to make sure that he kept relaxed. He didn’t want a repeat of the first time where he had been gagging and coughing and snotting out cum through his nose. His sinuses had felt fucked up for days afterwards.

The other hand came up into his hair and he knew it was time. He dragged in air until he thought his lungs would explode and pushed halfway down Asuma’s cock. The hands tightened and then the hips were thrusting. Naruto let out a growling hum that caused the man to groan in ecstasy. The hips snapped up one last time and the hands dragged his head to the root of the pulsing hardness. He stopped humming as hot liquid shot down his throat but he didn’t swallow, not yet. A few last pulses and then Asuma let go of his hair. Naruto quickly pulled off of the softening cock, swallowing as he went before he took in a ragged breath of air.

Asuma took in the visage of the watery-eyed and softly gasping young man before him as he lit his cigarette. He took a drag before asking gruffly, “You okay, kid?”

Naruto nodded. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Good?”

“Fucking amazing, as always,” Asuma confirmed. He leaned back in his chair again, his eyes half-lidded. “Go grab you something cold to drink out of the break room. Feel free to grab some eats. You look too damn thin sometimes. You need to take better care of yourself.”

Naruto grinned widely. “Didn’t know you cared,” he said, his voice still rough.

“Bah, who else am I gonna find that gives blow jobs like you do?” he grumbled, seemingly embarrassed.

Still smiling, Naruto moved toward the door. Suddenly he paused. “Hey, Asuma,” he husked, looking back over his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he responded while stuffing his spent organ back in his pants.

“What does it mean when you hit someone close to home?”

Asuma zipped up and gave Naruto a slightly incredulous look. “Are you really that dense?” Not waiting for the indignant response that was most certainly forming, he continued. “It’s when you touch on something that is important to the person. Up close and personal. Something that they value.”

Naruto made an understanding nod before sliding out the door. He stopped in the break room to grab a can of icy cold Mountain Dew from the fridge and gingerly pressed it against his neck. The door opened and one of the staffers sauntered in. Naruto made a little salute with the can before popping it open and guzzling the contents. It was blissfully chilly against the rawness of his throat.

The other man gave a casual greeting to “Asuma’s nephew” who sometimes dropped by before grabbing himself a sandwich. Not wanting to make small talk, or any talk really at the moment, Naruto headed out. He knocked his little rhythm that he always did on Asuma’s door when he took his leave and went in search of his bike.

He wanted to get home and put an iced towel around his neck.

TBC