Blackmail and Betrayal

AN: My condolences to Yura's family for the loss of a wonderful mother and sister. My thoughts and prayers are with them and I hope their hearts eventually heal after such a tragic loss.

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Chapter 4


Naruto drove back to the warehouse, not really wanting to but having no other option. He only hoped that Ino was down from whatever high she was usually on so that he could hold an actual conversation with her. Not that they were ever allowed to talk alone. He was never allowed to see her alone anymore. He would love to try to sneak her out but knew that the guards had been told to never let the two of them out of the compound together. He was reluctant to admit that even if Sasuke promised to keep her safe and out of the media, there was almost no way he could sneak her out of the compound to get her to the detective. There were a lot of details that they were going to have to work out to keep all three of them from being killed.

He pulled into his usual parking spot, grabbed his laptop and trudged up the stairs. He was tired, his throat hurt and he was still hungry. He frowned when he realized that he never did get that cup ramen that Asuma had offered.

As he passed through the living area, he saw that the twins, Sakon and Ukon, were curled up on the couch together watching, ironically enough, “CSI: NY.” Those two never went anywhere without the other. Even Orochimaru couldn’t keep them separated. They would just do one mission and then go do the other. Sometimes he swore that they must be joined at the hip or something.

He made a detour into the kitchen and began scavenging for something to eat. After liberating a pint of chocolate and peanut butter cup ice cream from the freezer, he grabbed a spoon and headed for his sanctuary.

Once there, he turned on his laptop and dug voraciously into his sweet treat. It felt wonderful against his throat and staved off his hunger for the time being. He transferred the file of him and Detective Uchiha to his private eight-gig flash drive. He grabbed the little fox plushie that used to belong to Ino from his bed, gently pulled open the small tear underneath its tail and pushed the stick inside. He paused as the thought that he was pushing a stick up the plushie’s ass crossed his mind causing him to snicker as he carefully folded the tear back up.

He shut down his laptop and locked it away in a desk drawer. It was nice enough even though it didn’t have all the handy programs that his main computer did. It worked in a pinch when it had to. Leaving his room, he went in search of Ino.

He started by searching out Kabuto. If anyone could just flat out tell him where Ino was, it was Orochimaru’s favorite flunky. After a quick search of the warehouse, both Orochimaru’s side and the more public side, Naruto reluctantly approached the couch. He really wasn’t fond of either of the twins; they were assholes who thought they were better than everyone else and didn’t hesitate to try to kick the shit out of anyone who thought differently. Needless to say, they and Naruto had been into several fights.

“Kabuto around?” he asked without preliminaries, peering over the back of the sofa.

One of them, he could never keep track of who was who until they actually spoke, looked back at him lazily before returning his attention to the TV.

“Hey, asshole, I asked you a question,” Naruto growled out.

“Fuck off, shrimp,” the same one muttered. That gravelly voice belonged to Ukon, the more aggressive of the two.

Naruto could feel the anger swell in him as he clenched his fists. He was about to reach down and grab the son of a bitch when Sakon answered.

“He’s with Orochimaru. They went to one of the boss’ clubs. And, yes, they took your slutty little cousin with them. I’m sure she’s going to be had by someone tonight,” he said bitingly, each word digging into Naruto’s conscience.

He had to get Ino the fuck out of here.

A gunshot made him jerk in surprise, but he sighed when he realized that it was just the TV show. Ignoring the snickers coming from the couch, he watched as the detective on TV started putting all the facts of the case together. It looked like a show Detective Uchiha would probably watch if only to debunk everything that they were doing. He looked like the type of guy that lived and breathed his work.

His eyes suddenly went wide.

Naruto turned and strode off; knowing what would make an impression on the detective.

He quickly locked his bedroom door behind him and fished out his flash drive from the fox’s ass once more. He grabbed himself a DVD and slapped it into the burner on his main computer after booting it up. He transferred some files over to the disk and put everything back the way it had been.

What Orochimaru didn’t know was that Naruto kept copies of a lot of the blackmail files, the ones that seemed to do with people that were in positions of power anyway. He kept them on the off chance that someday he could use them to get his ass out of this mess. So far, everyone was too afraid of Orochimaru for Naruto to feel comfortable in approaching them.

Detective Uchiha was different though. Yes, he had seemed shaken that Orochimaru had taken an interest in him, but he hadn’t caved when he had heard the crime boss’ name. Naruto needed his help if he was going to get Ino out of this mess and that meant getting his attention. In any way that he could.

Filled with renewed determination, Naruto had a hard time relaxing enough to go to sleep that night.


It was about four in the morning when a ruckus out in the living area woke him up. Doors were being slammed, something was knocked over and the sound of a woman crying was a backdrop to it all. Surging out of bed, Naruto ran out clad only in his boxers almost afraid to see what was going on.

He immediately spotted Ino leaning against the back of the couch, sobbing into her hands. Without a second thought, he rushed over to her and took her into his arms, trying to comfort her.

She clung to him, weeping against his bare chest, her body shaking with the force of her tears. He ran a hand through her hair, murmuring things to her that may or may not have made any sense. He glanced up to see both Orochimaru and Kabuto watching him, content to leave him to deal with her for the moment.

He looked back down at her, noticing that even though her breath was becoming more even, her tears were flowing just as swiftly. He gently tilted her head slightly, brushing the drops from her face when she winced and turned her head away from his touch. At first the action hurt, but then he realized that it wasn’t him that she was shying away from. He shifted slightly so that her face was caught in a stray beam of light from a window high up on the wall. He started to growl low in his throat as he saw the purple swelling around her eye and cheekbone.

“Who the fuck hit her?!” he demanded, his eyes burning out at the other two, almost glowing with his anger.

“Kabuto,” Orochimaru said in a bored tone, but not in response to Naruto’s question.

Kabuto nodded and moved towards the two figures. Naruto turned slightly putting her out of the man’s reach.

“Answer me, goddammit. Who in the fucking hell hit her?!”

“An associate of mine,” Orochimaru responded in a calm tone that held just the barest hint of amusement. “It seems the inability to keep your mouth shut runs in the family. So after he hit her, he put her mouth to the same use that yours gets put to so often.”

“You son of a bitch!”

“I have to say though; from your videos you look more talented. I’m going to have to test it some time,” he said, running his tongue lightly over his lips before smirking. “Just to make sure.”

At that moment, Kabuto struck. He grabbed Naruto’s arm and twisted, quickly shifting down to his wrist and hitting the nerve cluster there. He took the younger boy to his knees and kept him there while Orochimaru quietly walked over and took Ino by the shoulder. She dropped her head and said nothing, meekly following him.

Naruto glared up at him, but held his tongue. He wanted to rail, wanted to yell and scream obscenities, but he knew better. At the moment, Orochimaru held all the cards while he had nothing.

But that would change.

“Go to bed, Naruto,” Kabuto said mildly. “You have a job to finish tomorrow. If you do not get results by next Friday, Ino will pay the price. Do you understand?”

Naruto grit his teeth and growled out a harsh, “Yes.”

“Good. Now go.” Kabuto released him cautiously, waiting for the other boy to make a move. When Naruto merely turned around and walked off however, he slowly relaxed his guard. It was only a matter of time, he guessed, before Orochimaru would have to kill them both.

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Sasuke waited in line to grab his coffee and morning muffin. Not the healthiest breakfast in the world, but it would hold him over until lunch. He turned to exit the coffee shop when everything in his little world came to a complete halt.

Naruto was leaning against the wall to the side of the door.

Skin tight black leather pants hugged every line of his hips and legs. A neon orange mesh shirt showed off his tanned skin and muscled body while hinting at the dark swirls around his navel without giving away what they were. His hair was shaggier than usual and hung in a golden halo down around his shoulders, the light from the outside causing it to almost glow. His hands were cupping the back of his head and the light filtering through caught the darker blond hairs of his armpits, making Sasuke wonder if it was the same color as his pubic hair. He hadn’t seen the young man’s endowment the other night, but he had certainly felt it.

Looking at him now, it was all he could do not to drop his coffee, go over there and start ripping off those tempting clothes.

Scrutinizing him closer, he could see the faint bags under those vivid blue eyes which held faint traces of red from being bloodshot. He obviously hadn’t slept too well last night.

Seemingly satisfied that he had been seen, the blond pushed himself easily off the wall and turned to saunter out of the shop. His walk left no doubt that he knew he was leaving behind a very hard detective to stare at his ass on his way out.

A woman behind Sasuke spoke in a whisper. “Did you see that?”

“The blond? Oh yeah, I’d let him do me any day,” another woman replied.

‘You and me both, lady,’ Sasuke thought a little sardonically. He continued out of the shop and took a quick look around, but the hot blond was nowhere to be seen. Getting to his car, he noticed a paper stuck under his windshield wiper.

He set his cup of coffee on the hood with a frown and grabbed the slip, wondering if someone had actually had the balls to write him a parking ticket or something.

‘Same bat time, same bat channel. I got what you need.’

A shudder ran through Sasuke as Naruto’s words from their first encounter echoed in his memories. He didn’t know if he actually needed the man, but he had to get over this predilection to jump him whenever he saw him. After all, he had just been a job to the man before, now he was just a means to get away from Orochimaru.

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When Sasuke arrived at work the first thing that happened was that his boss called him into his office and bitched at him for his lack of progress on his cases. His boss was a very strict man who demanded regular reports and didn’t let anyone slack off. Sasuke had quite a bit of respect for his captain, who insisted upon being called merely Baki since he couldn’t stand the sound of Captain Baki. The man got the job done and kept everyone on their toes.

“If I don’t see results by the end of the week,” his captain said decisively. “You are going to get assigned a partner. And this time I won’t approve any requests for reassignment from them!”

“Everyone is already teamed up with someone else,” Sasuke pointed out dryly.

“Zabuza should be getting back from his suspension on Monday. I think he would make the perfect partner for you. At least he won’t be intimidated by your attitude. Now get the hell out of here and get to work!”

Sasuke turned around stiffly and walked out of the room. He hated Zabuza. He wasn’t much better than a thug with a badge. The man had been suspended numerous times for excessive force, yet he somehow had retained his position and rank with ease. Sasuke’s way of dealing with his cases was to investigate. Look at the evidence to see what others had missed, talk to the people to see if they were lying or not. Zabuza’s way tended toward finding someone involved with the case and beating the information out of them.

It just meant that he had to get a move on and either solve the cases or, if unsolvable, stick them in the cold files. He could only hope that perhaps Naruto could find something out on his end of things that could point him in the right direction.

After all, there had to be some reason why Orochimaru wanted to blackmail him. As far as he knew, he hadn’t come across the crime lord in any of his previous cases. Then again, he didn’t see how what he was working on currently dealt with the man either.

Sighing, Sasuke gathered his files and headed out, determined to get some work done before his “appointment” with the blond.

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At half past one, Sasuke walked into the porn shop. He walked up to the counter only to see the proprietor’s face half hidden by a display of keychain dildos in differing colors. He felt an eyebrow rise by itself at the ludicrous novelty item.

“Ah, I see you have spotted our newest item,” the man said in a lazy sales pitch. “If you twist the base, they vibrate as well.” His single eye looked over at Sasuke. “Something that would surely interest you.”

Sasuke scowled over at him. “You know why I’m here.”

The silver-haired man let out a snicker. “Yes, you’re here for the show.”

Sasuke wasn’t sure if he liked how he had emphasized that last word. A key flew toward his face which he quickly caught. It was the same orange keychain with the number six on it.

“Yeah, I know, but six is his favorite number. Some people are so superstitious,” the man murmured as he picked up a green covered porn book. Sasuke had just turned to head to the back when the man let out a noise. “Before I forget! Try this, it’s on the house. Tell me how you like it later!”

Something else came sailing at his face and again, Sasuke caught it reflexively. He looked down at a ketchup packet-sized package of orange-flavored lubricant. He glanced up at the store owner but the man once again had his face buried in his book. He shook his head and shoved the lube in his coat pocket.

He walked back into the play room area and down to the sixth door. He glanced to the side, wondering if the seventh door led to the “dancers’” dressing rooms. Inserting the key, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. The blond idiot better have something to make this worth his while.

Grimacing, he fished out some coins for the metal box only to frown as he saw a small remote control sitting there. Picking it up, he couldn’t help but question what it went to. Shrugging, he shoved it into his other jacket pocket as he dropped the change into the slot, wondering if there was any way to count this on his expense sheet with his dignity intact and without the Internal Affairs investigating him. Deciding it wasn’t worth it, he turned as the partition slid upwards to reveal the small cubicle beyond the Plexiglas.

Sasuke felt his jaw drop at the sight before him. The lights were dim but he could see everything clearly; the naked body of the blond down on his knees with his back leaning on the dancing pole, his left arm was reaching up and behind him to circle itself around the metal post while his right hand was skimming lightly, teasingly around an equally hard shaft between his thighs.

‘Holy shit,’ was the only thought he was capable of as his eyes devoured the scene. At least his question from that morning had been answered; the darker blond was definitely elsewhere as well.

As soon as the blond noticed the arrival of his audience, his grip firmed up and he began to stroke himself confidently.

Sasuke could only curse the presence of the glass that separated them as his own body hardened in reaction to the visual stimulus. Naruto tilted his head back slightly, exposing the long arc of that neck that Sasuke had admired from the first time they had met. God, he just wanted to nip and bite and lick all of that lusciously tanned skin.

The left hand came down and fiddled with something for a brief moment. Sasuke watched, enthralled as two glistening fingers found their way between Naruto’s spread knees. He slid down the pole slightly, exposing himself to the other’s view. Those slicked fingers rubbed over his entrance, causing Sasuke to unconsciously hold his breath, waiting for the moment that they would slip inside.

They both moaned as those tanned digits disappeared into tightly encasing heat. Sasuke couldn’t help but wonder how the other would feel wrapped around him even as he was slightly envious of the other for being penetrated.

He stood there, body quivering as he watched those fingers pump in and out of the blond’s tight hole even while the other hand stroked the dripping erection.

“Sasssukeee,” the other man moaned breathily.

A shudder rippled through his body as his balls clenched dangerously. If he wasn’t careful, he would have to end up going home to change suits. He was so fucking hard that he ached from it. His own hand slipped down and ran across the front of his pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He felt his buttocks clench but restrained himself from thrusting into the touch. He had more control than that.

He resolutely shoved his hand into his pocket and felt the lube sample. He could relieve himself, he thought. Just like the other man was doing. Damn, it was so fucking hot watching that tanned body twitch and shift under his own ministrations. Sweat was forming on both their bodies; Naruto from the pleasure and the lights focusing on him and Sasuke from the desire and frustration building up in him.

The change in breathing patterns forced him to focus once more. Naruto’s panting had changed to become deep and fast and it looked like he had to force himself to remove his fingers from his ass. Those lust darkened blue eyes met his and he found himself swallowing harshly. The left hand reached over once more and he saw a small, oval-shaped neon pink object brought to the front, complete with a pink wire of a tail following behind.

As the blond started to slip it into his slickened hole, Sasuke couldn’t help but think the amusing thought that his fiancé would use the same color had she not been such a fucking prude in bed.

The rest of the toy vanished with a sighing moan on the other side of the glass. Those glowing blue eyes still had not left his face. “Sasuke,” he said in a husky tone, “aren’t you going to turn me on?”

His hand clenched almost hard enough around the packet of lube to rupture it.

‘Fuck it.’

Without a second thought he quickly shed his jacket and threw it over the back of the chair. His hands, one still holding the lube, quickly unbuckled his belt and yanked his zipper down. With only the briefest of grimaces, he sat down into the chair since he didn’t think he could remain standing much longer and pulled out his throbbing erection. He ripped the packet open, spilling some on himself in his rush. The scent of citrus and oranges hit his nose as he quickly coated his cock, the cool gel almost a relief to his heated flesh.

He tossed the empty packet aside and began to stroke and squeeze himself. He looked up to see a half amused, half yearning look on the blond’s scarred face.

“While that’s very hot, that’s not exactly what I meant,” he breathed out.

Sasuke would have been mortified had it not been for the fact that Naruto looked like he wanted to crawl between his knees and suck him dry.

“The remote control,” he clarified as he forcibly pulled his eyes away from Sasuke’s stroking hand.

Sasuke stared at him blankly, incapable of any thought that didn’t involve either his dick or Naruto’s. He watched as the blond reached down and tugged on the small wire hanging out of his ass, eye lids fluttering briefly as the object was tugged inside of him as well. “You have the control right now, bastard, so use it.”

Sasuke gripped himself tightly, but whether to stimulate himself or keep himself from cumming he wasn’t sure. Now that the subject had moved into the realm previously designated, he readily reached for the remote control that he had found earlier.

Eyeing the small device for a brief moment, he hit the power button. He was immediately rewarded by a gasp as Naruto’s arm quickly went back behind him to hang onto the pole. He saw the tremor that went through the blond’s body, his thighs quivering with the sensations being produced deep within him.

“Sasuke!” Naruto cried out as his hand sped up without conscious command.

Sasuke bit back his own groan as his hand matched Naruto’s rhythm. Heat started coiling in his body, his nut sack tightening further against his body. His eyes darted to the control, quickly locating the “plus” sign. His thumb jammed it a few times, his gaze immediately searching out the blond again.

A wordless cry was his reward as Naruto thrust his hips forward. The blond’s expression became strained as he forced himself to lift his lids and return the stare. His blue eyes were almost as black as Sasuke’s as his pleasure forced his pupils to eclipse his irises.

“Sasuke!” he cried out as his chest labored to draw in enough air. “Sasuke, I’m gonna cum!” he yelled out almost desperately. Sasuke’s hand practically blurred on his cock as his whole body tightened in preparation. Some stray thought caused him to push his shirt up on his chest, baring his stomach.

“Sasuke!” his voice was pleading now as his face was twisted in some strange cross of pleasure and pain. “Please!”

That’s when Sasuke remembered Naruto’s earlier words. He had the control. Words were suddenly rushing past his lips, words that he would never have thought to hear himself utter. “Cum!” he demanded. “Cum for me!”

Some strange sound came from the blond; almost like Sasuke’s name but strangled and growling. His orgasm erupted from him, splashing across the sweaty, tanned skin of his chest as he threw his head back, his mouth opened on a soundless cry.

The remote dropped out of Sasuke’s hand and he clutched the arm rest of the chair. His teeth clenched as the force and momentum built up to a dizzying crescendo. Then he was there. Every muscle released at once, his head spun as pleasure surged throughout his body and his own cry rang out in the small room. The heated splatter of his cum struck his abdomen, cooling almost immediately.

The sound of panting was interrupted by a tired but uncomfortable voice. “Off, bastard. Turn it off.”

Sasuke fumbled with the remote a moment before hitting the power button once more, allowing the blond to fall bonelessly to the floor. Dark eyes studied the other form for a long moment. He knew he shouldn’t have participated in this little exhibition but fuck if masturbating had ever felt so good.


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