Being a Yazkuza's Bride

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Naruto or Viewfinder, which makes me sad…



Warning: Yaoi, possible rape, bad humour, Yakuza's (and possibly other crime syndicates), really bad grammar (hopefully improved by my beta), violence, and sexual harassment, and kidnapping.



My exams are finally finished meanin I can update like crazy again. SO HERE COMES MY MEGA UPDATE OF THREE CHAPTERS! Please praise my overworked beta Lanie12777, for all her hard work betaing two stories in one day. I WUV YOU!



Now please read and enjoy





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Chapter 6: Meet my fiancé



Ring, ring, ring



The phone had been ringing all day now, but he wasn't willing to pick it up. A part of him was paranoid that it would be that Uchiha guy. It was most likely just Kiba, asking him why he left so early, but really he didn't want to even answer him. Especially to questions that he himself didn't know the answers to.



He hadn't slept all night, because whenever he did all he saw was his face, his icy hands making his skin burn and tingle.



In the end he gave up and just plunked himself in front of the TV, trying to ignore the world around him. Ramen cups were strewn around the room, and his sink was filled with dirty coffee cups. He should most likely clean up to occupy his thoughts so they would not wander, but Naruto couldn't bring himself to stand up anymore.



What was he meant to do?



He got molested by a guy, and he enjoyed it. It made him question the past 23 years of his life; was he even straight anymore? Did anything he knew mean anything anymore?



God, he was going mad! Why was he questioning himself anyway? He should just stop thinking about it. The more he thought about it the more unsure he got.



He needed some ramen…



Ring, ring, ring



Fuck this!



He abruptly stood up and grabbed the abandoned handset off his coffee table, and pressed it against his ear. "Yes?" he asked coldly.



"Dude, finally! I've been calling all day, why did you run off yesterday, man? I said I was sorry!" Kiba whined on the other line.



"I already told you, Kiba, that it wasn't your fault…"



"Now why don't I believe you?" he replied back sarcastically.



"Really Kiba, there is nothing wrong with me; I was just a bit tired, that's why I left early."



"You didn't look tired-" but Naruto tuned him out.



His attention was directed to the TV, where the news bulletin came on. It was a broadcast about a man being found beaten to a pulp in an alleyway. Normally that wouldn't have caught his attention, since it wasn't unlikely for muggings to happen in the city. But when the name of the victim was mentioned, he was stunned.



A picture flashed onto the screen, a face that he knew. "The man found has now been identified as Gato Eito, a well-known military weapons dealer, who was found brutally beaten in an alleyway. He was taken into hospital and treated for his injuries. The Police have yet to release a statement about the incident."



Naruto kept on staring at the picture of the man who administered the drugs into him, but how did he end up in that state? Could the teme have…?



He brought his focus back to Kiba. "Kiba I have to go now, I promise I'll talk to you later, Ja ne," he said and put the phone down.



Then he quickly gathered up his jacket and keys and left his apartment without another thought.



While speed-walking to Club Tengoku, he considered what he was doing. This man was obviously dangerous; who else would beat up someone working for the government without a care, and stalk him so diligently? This guy had to be dangerous, and here he was about to confront him. Why was he doing this to himself? Naruto knew that trouble always seemed to find him, but this was the first time he actually went to search it out himself.



Now he stood in front of the daunting building, at first a work place, and now an instrument that housed his nightmare. Nonetheless he couldn't turn back now; he came here to confront the Uchiha, and it wouldn't be right to turn around now. He wasn't the type to give in that easily, that's the way he had been brought up.



So he went round the back like usual, although Shino seemed reluctant to let him enter at first. He somehow managed to muscle himself through. He had never been here in the daytime, but the club seemed to be in full swing; the kitchen was already heated up and busy with cooks preparing meals. He quickly meandered his way through them, avoiding the workers 'til he reached Hatake's office, and knocked rapidly against the door.



"Hatake-san!" the blonde shouted. There was a stumbling sound, then the door was quickly pried open, and on the other side stood his surprised supervisor.



"Naruto, what are you doing here? I thought I'd given you some time off-"



"I need to speak to Sasuke! Where is he?" he said quickly.



"Uchiha-san is busy right now, Naruto, I don't think-"



"I don't care what you think, that bastard owes me a few explanations and I will not leave 'til I get to speak to him!" he shouted.



Kakashi sighed and took out his mobile phone, speed dialling Sasuke. He turned around so that Naruto couldn't hear their hushed tones. But he watched how the silver-haired man's shoulders sagged in defeat and he finally shut his phone off.



"Alright c'mon, we'll go see the boss," he ordered, and Naruto followed him with a victorious smile. Yet he was surprised as they left the Club and instead entered a waiting limousine. Kakashi opened the door to the back for him, and he himself entered the front to drive.



"Hatake-san, isn't Uchiha's office at the Club?" he asked.



"No, today he is working at his office across town, at Sharingan Corp."



Sharingan Corp? He thought Sasuke owned Club Tengoku only. What else did the man control?



The rest of the ride was in silence, but it was thick with anxiety; Naruto didn't know what to expect when he got there. He felt that he had been pulled deeply into something that he would regret. The limo soon came to a gentle stop. Naruto looked through the tinted windows at the building in front of him, and his breath stopped.



Saying that this was a skyscraper would be like calling Mount Everest a mole hill. It was a huge glass structure that was who-knew how many miles long, and dominated the surrounding landscape. The same logo as that on his work badge adorned all sides of the large building. Naruto was surprised that he had never seen this building before, because something like this would really have caught his eye.



Kakashi got out of the car and opened the door to let Naruto out, then he silently led the way inside the building. The secretary at the front desk smiled and bowed at Kakashi as he bypassed her; they made their way to a set of lifts, one of them labelled private. They took that one, and Kakashi nodded at him to enter before following in behind. He pressed the first button, the only one without a number, and the elevator rocked to life. There was no cheesy music in here that elevators usually had, and for some reason without the music the silence became even more overwhelming.



Naruto slowly became more aware of the fact of what he was doing. He was about to visit a potentially powerful man, and do what? Confront him? Was that a good idea now? But Naruto needed answers. Why did Sasuke beat that man up? What did he want with Naruto? He called him his property, even the instigation of that made his blood boil, and all that touching was confusing him!



Under the turmoil he didn't notice the doors being opened, or that Kakashi was waiting for him to step out.



"Naruto," the older man called, and this managed to snap the blonde out of his stupor. There was no turning back now, he just had to plough through it.



With a deep intake of air he stepped out, and Naruto followed the single carpeted path to the large double doors at the front. With a shaky hand he reached for the handle, and pushed the metal down to open the barrier. The barrier between Naruto and him.



The door swung open noiselessly, and the blonde just stood in the doorway looking at what seemed like an empty office. It was decorated minimalistically, large table in front of a large glass pane window overlooking the city. No pictures on the walls, a plant in the corner, beside it a bookshelf filled with books. On the table was a laptop, a small stack of papers, and a phone beside it, but no sign of Sasuke. Naruto took a hesitant step inside to get a better look; he felt himself drawn to the window, and went to stand right in front of it.



The view was beautiful; the building seemed to overlook and dwarf everything else around it, but definitely not something for people who were scared of heights. Even as he stood so precariously at the edge, with thick glass standing between him and certain death, he felt strangely empowered.



"Like standing amongst the Gods, isn't it?"



Naruto jumped and turned when he heard the voice behind him. He hadn't even heard him enter. There stood Sasuke in all his smugness, one hand in his trouser pocket while the other held onto a mug filled with what smelled like coffee. The nervousness instantly came back; Sasuke had a way of evoking that in him, the feeling of being a tiny rabbit soon to be devoured by a wolf.



"It's good to see you Naruto, how can I help you?" he said and simply sat down. The way Sasuke acted was almost dismissive. Like the man didn't even realize what he was doing to Naruto, or he did and just enjoyed his torture too much to care.



"Well, are you going to say something? Because I have other meetings today-"



"What the fuck, teme?"



The raven arched a delicate eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee. "Is something the matter?"



"Of course 'something's the matter', you are the 'matter'!" he said and pointed at the Uchiha.



"Once again I don't follow."



"DON'T FOLLOW? You molested me twice, once in the shower and then in that club, and you are stalking me, and all you can say is 'good to see you'? What the fuck is up with that?"



Sasuke chuckled and put his cup down. "I think you think too highly of yourself; I wasn't stalking you, as you so eloquently put it. I was merely checking in on another one of my businesses when I spotted you dancing with some whore."



"You own that club as well?" he replied in disbelief. "And you have something against me dancing with girls, so you attack me?"



This time the raven looked up and his lips pulled up in a smirk. "Just a little reminder to show you who you belong to."



"I don't 'belong' to anyone, teme!"



"On the contrary dobe, you just don't know it yet but you have already been marked by me." His gaze flew to Naruto's neck, where the love bite lay. He quickly clamped his hand over the mark, causing Sasuke to chuckle.



"Teme, don't say stupid things! I didn't agree on anything, and you have no right to make such decisions!"



"Hn…" was Sasuke's reply; he took another sip of his coffee and then looked at Naruto with cold eyes. "Is there another reason you are here?" he said and waited for a reply.



Yet Naruto was silent, and this sudden silence caused Sasuke to look up at him in confusion. "I-I saw him on the news…" he stammered out.



It didn't take much for Sasuke to realise who the blonde was talking about; after all he had watched the news report himself with glee. "So, aren't you happy that he got what he deserved?"



Of course a part of Naruto had been glad to see the man who had drugged and almost molested him brought down. But the moral side of him felt that no one deserved that type of punishment; the small glimpse he had seen of Gato's face as he was being taken away by stretchers was horrific. He was torn.



"What I came to ask was why did you do it?" he finally asked, having nothing else to say.



Sasuke was silent, as if he was taking his time to contemplate the answer, before leaning back in his chair. "I already told you, I don't like people messing with what is mine."



"Who the hell do you think you are? You act like some sort of Yakuza or something!" but the raven only passed him an almost secretive smile.



That was it; it was obvious he wasn't going to get a proper answer from this man. "TEME!" he shouted out and turned around to walk away, only to feel a grip on his wrist. Suddenly he was yanked back and lost his footing. He was falling. But instead of landing on the carpeted floor, his fall was cushioned by Sasuke's waiting lap.



"Now where do you think you are going?" the raven whispered.



It was like a repeat from last night, with Naruto held fast against Sasuke and not being able to get out, no matter how hard he struggled. "Away from you! I quit, I'm not a 'thing' that can be owned, you bastard! I am not a toy!"



"Hn, then would you like to be more than that?" he asked, talented fingers undoing the button of his jeans and then slowly pulling down the zipper. "So that you aren't just a toy anymore? Would you like to be called my lover?"



Naruto gasped when he felt Sasuke's icy hands against the fabric of his boxers; he tried to curl in on himself, but Sasuke's grip on him was too tight. "I don't want anything from you, just let me go!" he demanded.



Sasuke chuckled into his ear, and he shuddered when he felt the cool breath against his heated skin. He let go of Naruto's groin, and while still with one hand holding onto the blonde's hands he undid his own tie, and started tying his hands down to the chair's armrests. Then he got back to work, slowly lifting the blonde's shirt to show off his toned stomach. Dipping his pale fingers under Naruto's jeans again cupping his groin, fondling his already stiffening member.



"Do you really want to deny me?" Sasuke asked.



Naruto moaned throatily; he pulled against the restraints, but they only managed to cut into his wrists. Sasuke smirked and pushed the briefs away to let Naruto's member pop out; it was painfully hard. The tip was oozing salty, pearly liquid; Sasuke tapped it, smearing the essence around his shaft, lubricating the hardening organ so that he could move his hand up and down easier.



Naruto writhed under the ministrations, he couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore. He moaned and whined, straining not to buck his hips in time with Sasuke's strokes, but the longer it went the more he lost himself within the feeling. He could feel it building up, the pressure just at the base of his shaft, he was so close…



"Now this is a sight I didn't expect, little brother."



The ministrations stopped; Naruto froze with fear. There was someone else in the room; someone was standing right there looking at him while he was in such a position. With Sasuke jerking him off in his office! Kami, kill him now!



"Aniki, haven't you heard of knocking?" came Sasuke's bored tone.



The blonde blushed in embarrassed; great, now it wasn't just a stranger who was in the room, it was Sasuke's brother. His brother was standing there watching him being jerked off!



"Ah, but then Otouto I wouldn't be able to see this wonderful sight before me."



"Hn…" the raven grunted and removed his hands from Naruto's shaft, and the blonde hissed at the removed contact. He panted on Sasuke's lap, not being able to move as the raven undid the bindings on his wrists. He would have instantly jumped up but he felt himself lifted off the raven and moved into another room. There was a couch in the room, and he was laid down on it gently.



"Sorry dobe, I'll have to leave it at that, but I promise to continue on some other time. Now you wait here like a good boy," Sasuke said, giving him a light smirk before leaving the room with the door shut behind him.



Naruto was left stunned and embarrassed; how was he ever meant to live this humiliation down? He was overpowered once again, overpowered and forced into something that made him shudder. A painful twang in his groin reminded him of another problem though.



He was still hard!



Sasuke closed the door behind him and went straight towards the bar that was fitted with a sink. He had noticed that his dear brother had already helped himself to his expensive brandy. His brother was an odd man, his long raven hair pulled into a lose ponytail and bags under his eyes. Not that it didn't make his brother any less attractive; there were no unattractive Uchiha's in his family. Although the painted nails seemed just a tad too far for his liking.



"Strange how we have the same taste," Itachi commented.



"Don't compare your toy to mine, Itachi," he hissed. "What can I do for you anyway, aniki?" he asked the older man, and sat down in his own chair.



"Why can't I come to visit my dear brother sometimes?"



"Well, it's rare for you to take some time out and spit out dad's dick to visit me," he said with a sneer.



"Touché little brother, although if you didn't behave like such a brat maybe then father would appreciate you more," he said and took a sip of his drink.



"I stopped trying to get father's attention when I was 11 Itachi, I could really care less what that bastard wants," he replied back snidely, and turned to look out of the window.



Itachi sighed. "Really Sasuke, you should get over that…"



"Why are you here, Itachi?"



As always straight to the point, Itachi thought. He pushed some stray raven strands behind his ear and sighed.



"Father asks that you attend the annual gala-"



"Pass."



"Even if mother asks you to come?"



Damn, pulling out the 'mummy' card. Sasuke always had a soft spot for his mother, and hated disappointing her. "Fine I'll come, but I'm bringing a guest," he added as an afterthought. If he was being forced to do this he would have some fun.



Itachi smirked and stood up. "That's all I want," he said and left his office.



Sasuke sighed and stood up and went towards the other door leading to his private breakroom. He opened the door and saw Naruto watching shows on the widescreen plasma television. The blonde had calmed down by now, and was stuffing his mouth with some popcorn. It was a cute sight.



"C'mon dobe," he said and turned around to leave, confident in his knowledge that Naruto would follow him.



They exited the office, and Kakashi opened the elevators doors for him and they stepped inside. Naruto was confused as to what was happening, he felt like there was an impending sign of doom hanging over his head. He hoped to escape as soon as they exited the building, only to be dragged off into the awaiting limo.



"Where are you taking me?" he asked Sasuke.



"Shopping. I'm guessing that you don't own a decent suit, and you can't come to the gala in what you are wearing."



"Who said I would go?"



Sasuke passed him a cold no-nonsense look, and the blonde was instantly silenced. The rest of the ride continued on in silence, and after a few minutes they came to a stop in front of a high-class tailor. The blonde was silently dragged inside and forced to stand on a podium. He could only watch as Sasuke gave the man instructions about what to do and then left to pick out some materials. He was left standing there awkwardly as the man measured him. All the time wondering where he was being taken. Occasionally his blue eyes turned to look at some of the pre-made suits, and he gaped when he saw the prices. Some of these suits were worth a year's worth of his salary!



"I could never afford this!" he muttered under his breath.



"You don't have to, I'm paying for it," Sasuke said, picking out a tie.



"Can I just ask why you want me to go with you?"



Sasuke sighed. "My father holds this family gala every year in a futile attempt to finding me a fiancé, and every year I decline. But this time I am going, and you are coming with me."



"Do I even get a say in this?" Naruto whined.



Sasuke passed him an indifferent stare. "No," he said, and turned back to look at some shoes.



Who'd have thought he would look this good in a suit, then again this was tailor made. It was hard to find suits that fit him because of his slightly petite frame, yet this was so form-fitting. But never mind that, what he really should be worried about was this gala. First being molested, and now being dragged off to meet Sasuke's parents… wait, what was he saying? It sounded like he was about to meet his in-laws in some sick and twisted way. He was a guest, he guessed. But how was he meant to introduce himself?



'Hi, I'm Uzumaki Naruto, the man your son stalks and molests whenever he pleases. It's nice to meet you.'



At least he could be reassured that Sasuke might find himself an actual fiancé, so maybe he wouldn't have to worry about the pervert for much longer.



He silently followed Sasuke out of the car, not accepting the helpful hand reaching for him, and instead paid him back with a fierce glare. Yet Sasuke only chuckled and firmly rested his hand against the small of his back and led him inside the mansion. The outside could be compared to a scaled-down version of the White House, and the inside was just as grand. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The floor was Turkish carpet, with velvet drapes covering the wide bay windows. People milled around all over the place, men dressed in suits and women in expensive gowns. The occasional waiter filtered through, carrying hors d'oeuvres and champagne flutes.



He was out of place here.



He would normally be the waiter serving these snobbish people, and now here he was being served. It felt odd. Also, ever since he entered with Sasuke, people hadn't stopped looking at him. He was pretty sure they were talking about him.



"Calm down, dobe," Sasuke simply reassured.



"Easy for you to say, asshole…" once again the raven chuckled, which only managed to infuriate the blonde even more.



"Sasuke-kun!" someone shouted.



"Kami, not her…" Sasuke muttered, and turned around to greet the person walking towards him.



It was a woman who had bubble-gum pink hair and emerald green eyes; she wore a low-cut light pink dress that barely went down her ass. She almost tripped over her heels as she ran towards them.



"Sasuke-kun, I'm glad to finally see you, I've been waiting such a long time for you to come," she said excitedly, twirling her bubble-gum coloured hair between her fingers.



"Sakura," he simply said, and Naruto instantly recognized how the atmosphere suddenly changed. It seemed to suddenly be a lot colder now.



She talked on and on, saying how happy she was to meet him over and over again. By now even Naruto was starting to get irritated with her. Finally she seemed to actually notice that there was someone else standing there, but the look she gave him, that immediately told him she disliked him.



"Who is this, Sasuke-kun?" she asked.



"Hn… I will announce that later, now if you will excuse me," he said and steered Naruto away again.



However this time the two people that were standing in front of him intimidated him. He had never seen such stony faces before. The man was tall, his face pale and had raven black hair. The woman looked similar, although her face was rounder and her cheeks red with blush. Both had dark almost black calculating eyes that seemed to search out any weak points, on a person. Definitely Sasuke's parents.



"Father, mother," he said and gave a respectful bow, although Naruto felt that part of it was less than sincere.



"Sasuke," came the man's deep voice. "I see you are doing well."



"That I am, father."



Then those dark sharp eyes were fixed on him. "And who is this?"



Sasuke smirked, and that look of dread returned to Naruto. Something was about to happen. Something so huge that it would change everything. Confidently Sasuke reached around his narrow waist and pulled the confused blonde closer to his own hard body, and gave an almost sinister smile that would have most people running for the hills.



"This is my fiancé," he announced.



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Now don't suddenly think that this fic is about to end, there is more to this then you can imagine … (sinister giggle)



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