Blackmail and Betrayal

WARNING: Blood, mild gore, violence and non-consensual situations in this chapter.

AN: I’m glad that you all enjoyed the last chapter so well!! You can blame the hot pink vibrator on Adi!! I was on chat with her and told her to pick a color. She said pink! So, pink it was, lol.

This chapter was supposed to have a bit more to it, but the last scene ended up 5 pages long instead of the 2 that I had thought it would be. Next chapter will start delving a bit more into the plot and will be out in two weeks as usual. Enjoy!!

Edited some to clean up the PoV. Have been sticking to a certain pattern and the previous layout I had of this chapter ruined that. So, made a few changes in wording and made a clean break on the PoV. It looks better, scene isn't quite as smooth, but it makes more sense.

Chapter 5


Sasuke looked over the prone body on the stage before him. Without the twin distractions of a hard cock and an undulating body, it was easier to study the nude form.

His eyes caressed up the toned muscles of his legs, lingered for a moment on the lax member surrounded by dark blond curls before taking in the dark spiral tattooed around his navel. He recognized the origin of the symbols from his early education, his parents having made sure that he and his brother had been taught about their Japanese heritage, but he couldn’t readily place their meaning.

He couldn’t help but notice that the intriguing design was interrupted with creamy, white dollops of the same type that were slowly drying on his own abdomen. He followed the trail up over a toned chest which was rising and falling with even breaths now. The broad shoulders were decorated with the edges of blond hair which framed the relaxed, scarred face. Those dazzling blue eyes were closed at the moment and it transformed the whole face to look both innocent and masculine at the same time.

The chest suddenly took in a shuddering breath and the eyes opened, fiery sapphire taking in everything. He sat up with an effortless lift of his torso and a knowing smile stretched across his lips. “You look like you have been well and truly fucked,” he said with a chuckle.

Sasuke had no doubts that he probably did considering he felt totally debauched. And that had only been from a jerk off session. Lord only knows what he had looked like that first night after leaving the maintenance room.

Sasuke looked to the side and grabbed a handful of the paper towels off the roll conveniently placed next to the chair. He began to wipe his stomach off, shooting a look up into the small room beyond the Plexiglas.

"I hope you actually had a real reason to bring me out here today," he said, his tone conveying that the blond better have a damn good reason indeed.

“Hm, way to ruin the post orgasmic bliss, bastard,” the blond muttered without any real venom.

Sasuke’s eye still twitched at the name. “Do you treat all the people you sleep with like this?”

He saw something flash behind those blue eyes, something dark and angry that was quickly leashed. “No, just you,” came the casual-sounding answer.

He spread his legs and reached down and Sasuke couldn’t help but follow his hand, missing the sardonic smirk on the blond’s face. A finger twirled around the pink wire and started to slowly pull. Sasuke couldn’t draw his eyes away as the gel-slickened ring of muscle gave way around the object sliding out.

Tanned fingers dangled the small oval-shaped object as blue eyes riveted on his. “You might try to deny it, but you liked playing with the fuck toy.”

Somehow Sasuke didn’t think that the blond was completely referring to the vibrator that he casually dropped on a small cloth next to him.

Ignoring the mess on his chest, the blond then reached over into the black bag he had sitting next to the wall and pulled out the laptop that he’d had with him last time. He opened it and ghosted his finger over the sensor pad to wake the machine up. Once done he tapped the pad a few times and then turned the computer around and set it up against the glass.

As Sasuke’s eyes focused on the screen, he was aware of Naruto cleaning himself in the background.

A video had started playing in full screen mode. The lighting wasn’t great, but you could still see what was going on readily enough. It had the look of something impromptu, captured as it was happening rather than planned out in advanced.

The scene was an alley and there was a man, probably in his older twenties with his hands tied behind his back, kneeling upon the ground. Another man was behind him with a gun pointing at his head. The man with the gun was dressed in dark clothing; slacks, dress shoes and a button-up shirt. His lips started moving, but only a low buzz of conversation made it to the camera, which looked like it was aiming downwards to catch the action, as if on a rooftop or a few floors up.

There was a flash and bang as the gun went off and a spray of red as blood and brains splattered against the alley wall. A sound was made close to the camera, as if someone had gasped. The man looked up as the body fell lifelessly to the filthy ground; his face was discernable in the poor light. The cameraman cursed and Sasuke recognized the voice as Naruto’s as the camera suddenly showed a blur of motion and recorded the sound of pounding footsteps.

There was a hollow, echoing sound of a door being thrown open, a quick view of stairs as the running footfalls continued. Another door opened and then there was the sound of the outside.

“Stop right there!” a voice commanded from a moderate distance away.

The camera bounced sickeningly as the owner kept running. A gunshot was fired and the sound of a bullet hitting close by had Sasuke gripping the arms of the chair. The scene showed a bit more running and the sound of heavy panting before it was cut off.

Obviously Naruto had made it out alive since he was here in front of him, but Sasuke knew that it was pure luck that he had done so. He had recognized the man on the video file as one of the senior detectives on the force. Someone who he had thought was as bad as Zabuza, but now realized was much worse.

He had thought that was the end of the show so he was surprised when another video cued up. This one was much more professionally done, giving evidence that it had probably been a set up.

He saw a silver-haired young man with spectacles that he knew to be Orochimaru’s right hand man. He remembered the man’s name had been Kabuto Yakushi or something similar. He was sitting at a table in a room that looked like a small office, with a thick envelop lying near his hand.

A door opened, letting in the pulsing sounds of rock music into the small room before it was cut off again as it closed. A man stepped into the view of the camera and Sasuke drew in a sharp breath.

It was Baki, his Captain.

“Baki,” Kabuto greeted the other man with a nod. It didn’t appear as if this was their first conversation.

“What do you want?” Baki said without preamble.

“The evidence in the Akadou case, make it disappear,” Kabuto told him before pushing the envelope towards him.

“Tell your boss that I can’t keep bailing out those idiots that he keeps hiring. It will start to get suspicious if they all keep getting let loose.”

“I will be sure to tell him,” Kabuto stated calmly in a manner that gave the impression that he didn’t think it would change anything, but he would do so anyway.

Baki nodded once curtly, before scooping up the envelope and walking out.

Kabuto stood and walked over to another door in the office. Opening it, he spoke to someone on the other side. “Turn it off,” he said with a nod towards the camera.

Naruto stepped out, looking perhaps few years younger than now, and walked toward the camera before the scene went black.

Sasuke sat staring at the laptop for a moment, unbelieving that the man that he had held in such high regard was accepting blackmail money. That his captain was deliberately sabotaging cases to free known criminals.

He blinked a few times when another video came up. By now Naruto had finished moving around in the background and was just sitting on the stage, fully clothed, watching Sasuke’s reactions.

A cough from the screen caught his attention and he looked over to see a very young Naruto, about fifteen perhaps, fidgeting nervously in what appeared to be a well appointed bedroom. He kept glancing toward the camera before forcing himself to look away.

The thing that stuck out immediately to Sasuke was that his cheeks were smooth and unmarked.

He had been a cute teenager with his mop of blond hair and large, anxious blue eyes. His body had been more lissome, lacking the muscle of his adulthood, making his t-shirt and jeans look almost baggy on his slender frame.

The door opened and a pale-skinned, silvery-haired man in his twenties wearing a white dress shirt, dark slacks and a red tie walked into the room. It wasn’t Kabuto. His sleeves were rolled up, showing tanned forearms as his eyes sought out and found the young boy in the room.

He seemed to eye Naruto up and down for a moment before an unpleasant smirk formed on his face. He reached up and untied his neckpiece but left it hanging before unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a slender, but undefined form.

“W-What do you want me to do?” Naruto asked nervously.

The man lifted an eyebrow at Naruto as if the answer was completely obvious. “I want you to get down on your knees and suck my dick,” the man replied brusquely.

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Sitting on the stage, watching the detective watch the video, Naruto couldn’t help but be thrown back to that time. It had been something that he had wanted so desperately to bury in the darkness of his subconscious, but he was reminded of the event every day, every tiime he looked into a mirror.

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“W-What do you want me to do?” Naruto asked nervously.

The man lifted an eyebrow at Naruto as if the answer was completely obvious. “I want you to get down on your knees and suck my dick,” the man replied brusquely.

Naruto swallowed apprehensively before nodding. He slid down to his knees rather awkwardly and then seemed to give a start as if remembering something. He stuck his hand in his front pocket and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom.

The man noticed the packet and lifted another eyebrow. “What do you plan on doing with that?” he asked, displeasure threading into his tone.

Naruto looked up at him hesitantly. “It- It’s for you to wear,” he said quietly. He looked back down at his hands. “For when I… when I… suck you.”

“I don’t think so,” the man said with a derisive snort. “If you are going to play whore for Orochimaru then you’d better learn to like the taste of dick in your mouth.”

Naruto’s hand clenched around the condom with the sound of foil crinkling. A shudder went through his body, but when he lifted his head back up, his eyes were blazing. “I only have to get you off; I don’t have to like any fucking thing about it.”

The backhand came instantaneously, knocking the teen forcefully to the ground. The man grabbed a handful of blond hair and jerked him back up to his knees. “You have a lot to learn about being a little whore, boy.”

Naruto drew back his fist and aimed a punch at the man’s face. The older male blocked the blow, let go of the boy’s hair and landed his own strike on Naruto’s left cheek. He was flung to the floor once again by the power behind the hit, but instead of just lying there, he rolled away and to his feet. He reached into his back pocket and produced a switchblade which he opened and held out defensively in front of him.

“Just stay the fuck away from me,” the boy on the screen yelled out shakily.

The man looked at him for a moment before a predatory grin slowly appeared on his lips. He stepped in towards Naruto’s left and, as the boy brought the knife across his body to defend himself, the man caught his wrist and twisted.

The knife dropped as Naruto howled in pain. The man, still holding his wrist, forced him onto the bed and held him with a knee in the small of his back. He yanked off the loose tie and quickly bound the boy’s wrists behind him.

Keeping the boy pinned with one hand, he reached down and picked up the knife with the other.

He quickly pulled Naruto back off the bed, spun him around and placed the knife at his throat.

“On your knees,” he said in a dark, angry tone of voice.

Naruto swallowed harshly before slowly, carefully sinking down to his knees. The man forced him backwards until he was leaning on the bed, back bowed painfully. The male then brought the blade up underneath Naruto’s left eye where the skin was red and starting to swell from where he had been struck.

“You,” he said softly, dangerously, “need to learn your place. Now listen well.” The tip of the blade lowered down to the smooth skin of his cheek. “You are nothing more than a whore, buying your master favors.”

The knife pierced skin and then was drawn in a line back towards his ear. Naruto didn’t dare move for fear of causing the man to do worse. He didn’t dare close his eyes to the pain for fear of letting the man out of his sight. Blood started to seep towards his blue orbs and still he remained unflinching, locking his gaze on the other.

The knife point lifted, came back up an inch lower on his cheek and then touched down once more.

“You are nothing more than a fuck toy, to be used and then disposed of when you break.” The knife once again dug into his skin and was pulled back to just below his ear.

Tears pooled in Naruto’s eyes only to slide down his temple and into his hair line, but he still remained immobile.

The knife was once again brought back up to start a third line. “You are nothing but trash and you are replaceable. Nobody will mourn your loss.”

Once the third line was complete, his head was jerked off of the bed and the man quickly spun around him to kneel on the backs of his legs. In front of him was the large mirror atop the dresser.

His hair was yanked, pulling his head slightly to the side as the knife point was touched down on his uncut cheek. “Now, what did you just learn?” the cold but angry voice asked in his ear.

A sob wracked through the boy’s body, causing the knife to dig a little deeper.

“If you can’t learn anything,” the man said as he dropped the tip of the blade down to Naruto’s throat, “then you aren’t of use to anyone.”

“I’m a whore,” the blond choked out. The man paused, waiting for him to finish. Another sob caused his breath to hitch. “Buying my master favors.”

The knife came up to his cheek and cut a line into his face. The blade then moved to start a second line.

“I’m a fuck toy, to be used and then thrown away when I break,” he sniveled painfully as tears mixed with the blood trails on his face.

The man tilted his head for a brief moment. “Close enough, you got the gist of it which is the important thing.”

He then proceeded carve out the second line on Naruto’s face. The knife positioned itself for the last cut.

“I’m nothing but trash and am replaceable. No one will mourn me,” the despair in the voice clearly indicated that the blond was starting to believe what he was reiterating.

The last furrow was notched on his face.

“Very good, little whore.”

Relinquishing neither his grip in the boy’s hair nor the knife, the man stood and swung himself back around in front of Naruto. He placed the blade at Naruto’s throat once more as the other hand cautiously let go. Once he was sure that the other would stay submissively still, he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled out his erect cock.

He reached down and cupped Naruto’s chin, lifting the boy’s face up to him. Giving the teen an encouraging smile, he gently drew his thumb along the bleeding wounds. “Now it’s time to do your job.”

Naruto cautiously leaned forward, trying to control his hitching breath and subdue his crying. He still felt the agony in his cheeks, but he felt strangely numb everywhere else, even inside.

He obediently parted his lips and took the man’s penis into his mouth. After a moment’s hesitation at the bitter, foreign taste of male flesh upon his tongue, he began to move his head back and forth, taking the man a little deeper each time.

The man gave a soft, pleased sigh at his actions. “Use your tongue and don’t forget to suck, too,” he instructed.

Naruto began to alternate between licking the thick vein on the underside of the man’s cock as he took it in and hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he drew back. The action earned him a groan in reward and he almost wept again as the humiliation washed over him.

He wanted so badly to somehow get a hold of that knife and cut the mother fucker’s balls off.

He could always bite the man, but he didn’t expect to live through the night if he did. If the crazy psycho in front of him didn’t kill him then Orochimaru would.

The man grabbed his hair again and began to pull him down further as he began to thrust into the teen’s mouth. Naruto fought his gag reflex and just tried to concentrate on breathing. Surely the bastard wouldn’t last much longer.

As if on cue, the man began to pant faster while jerking the boy’s head up and down on his cock. Naruto felt the swell in his mouth and almost felt nauseous at the thought of swallowing the fucker’s cum.

However, his worries were unfounded as the man yanked Naruto’s head off at the last moment and began to shoot his load over the boy’s lacerated face. The wounds burned as the salty liquid coated them, causing Naruto’s whole body to clench tensely.

The hand loosened in his hair and the blade was removed from his neck. The man stepped back and tossed the blade on the bed before fixing his clothes. He left the tie around Naruto’s wrists.

The man turned to the mirror to briefly run a hand through his hair, tidying it up. He then walked to the door, throwing a casual, “Be seeing you, whore,” behind him without looking back.

As soon as the door shut, the trembling started and it quickly turned into shaking. Sobs wracked his frame as he started to lose control over his emotions and his breath started to rush in and out of his body.

He barely leaned forward in time as he vomited all over the fine carpet in front of him.

He didn’t hear the door open, didn’t see Kabuto watching him almost dispassionately. He flinched away from the touch on his shoulder as a familiar, composed voice spoke to him.

“Calm down, Naruto. You’re hyperventilating.”

Instead of responding, the panting teen leaned forward and retched again.

Kabuto sighed, grabbed the knife from the bed and sawed through the tie still binding Naruto’s wrists together. Once his arms were free, they braced him on the carpet, on either side of the pool of puke. The acidic smell hit him, as did the musky, bitter smell on his face and he started to dry heave, strings of bile sliding off his tongue and dripping onto the floor.

Kabuto stood, his composure still unruffled as he walked to the bathroom and retrieved a dampened washcloth. He cleaned up the boy’s face and moved him away from the soiled spot on the floor.

“You need to get over it and get used to these situations,” the physician said reasonably. “You don’t want Orochimaru to see you this way and think that you are worthless.”

Naruto gave a shudder. “Because I’m replaceable.”

“Yes,” Kabuto agreed softly. “You are.”

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Sasuke blinked as the laptop snapped shut, cutting off the picture from sight. He glanced up at Naruto to see almost a blank, empty look on the young man’s face.

Sasuke felt the rage swell up in him. That someone could take the usually smiling, confident blond and reduce him to the hollow shell that sat before him somehow seemed to twist something inside of him painfully.

He watched as Naruto seemed to come to life, the images in his mind’s eye pushed back and hidden once more. The smile wasn’t there and the relaxed, cocky attitude wasn’t back yet, but at least he wasn’t dead inside any longer.

Sasuke could feel his stomach quivering with the force of his anger. “Who was he?” he said through clenched teeth.

“At the time he was the District Attorney, Mizuki Touji. Now he’s a judge in the city’s Criminal Court. I hear that he is going to be running for justice of the County Supreme Court soon.”

Sasuke turned his glare back upon the laptop, almost as if he could still see the man’s face there. Somehow, someway, that son-of-a-bitch was going to pay.


TBC

Akadou is one of the Sound-nin that was disguised as a Leaf-nin on Kabuto’s team during the Chuunin exams.

And, of course, we all know who Mizuki is!