Deception - COMPLETE | By : kizukatana Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 11939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Author's note - Now you can see how Naruto got involved with Orochimaru. Of course, I'm not giving you his entire back-story right here, so exactly what he is doing and how he got involved with Nagato will come later. Because what fun would it be to know everything all at once?
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Naruto knew he was going into shock. But he hated hospitals. If the choice came between bleeding out in jail or going to the hospital, he didn't know which one he'd choose. Actually, it seemed he had chosen jail. He wondered if Kakashi knew he had been brought in yet. He closed his eyes, feeling his shaking increasing. He was starting to feel cold. He knew the bullet was still lodged in his shoulder, and it hurt like hell. He was losing blood, but hopefully not enough yet to be dangerous. Yet. He had half hoped that the guard would take Konan's request for help seriously and maybe get him some medical attention in jail without going to the hospital, but they guy had just assumed it was some sort of trick. Or more likely, he just didn't give a crap if one of Nagato's crew were hurt. The assistant district attorney had seemed like a decent enough guy. Itachi, Naruto had heard someone call him. Naruto was glad. It meant there would be a fair trial for everyone if he was the one in charge.
It would be different if that fucker Kabuto were involved, but so far Naruto hadn't seen him. Naruto was broken out of his thoughts when the smell of rancid breath came from directly behind him.
"You look cold, sexy. I'd be more than happy to warm you up."
He felt heavily muscled arms vice around him, and a clumsy hand grope his crotch. All thought processes basically shut down as he went into full defense mode. He vaguely knew he was having an episode, but there was no point in trying to control it. The good thing was that the adrenaline pounding through his body pretty much erased all feelings of pain from his wounds.
"Hey -" he vaguely heard someone shout, presumably at him. But maybe to the guy behind him. But Naruto wasn't thinking more about it.
Before he even knew what he was doing, he was grabbing the man who had grabbed him and was slamming him hard against the concrete wall. He could hear people shouting around him. And Hidan laughing. Crazy motherfucker.
He felt pairs of arms grabbing him and everything faded to black. Just before he passed out, he saw a familiar shock of silver hair, and a face covered by a thin cloth. Kakashi. About fucking time. The bastard was always late.
Naruto hadn't seen the attractive young man with the tailored suit and onyx eyes watching him intently. And neither boy had noticed the older man with yellow eyes and snakelike features watching them both with great interest from the back of the room.
. . .
The smell of antiseptic told Naruto where he was before he opened his eyes. Fucking hospitals.
He fought to keep the panic down. He wasn't eight anymore. He wasn't going to wake up to the nightmare of seeing his mother dead and his father dying while doctors rushed around uselessly. Part of his brain knew that. The other part was making sure his eyes stayed closed.
"Open your eyes, Naruto," the low, seemingly emotionless voice got through to Naruto. Gaara. He was here. Naruto realized that there was a warmth against his arm.
Naruto opened his eyes, and found clear green eyes looking back at him, steadying him. He glanced down, surprised to see that the redhead's hand resting on his arm. Gaara loathed physical contact. He had told Naruto the reason once, and the story had caused Naruto to empty the contents of his stomach violently. Naruto knew that the seemingly casual gesture was a momentous effort for his best friend.
"Gaara," Naruto said, the single word filled with his emotions - gratitude, fear, pain. There was a gentle pressure from Gaara's hand. No one understood Naruto like Gaara. The reverse was also true. Both of their childhoods held memories of hell. As adults, they each had found ways of coping, but the demons of their past still haunted them. Gaara was the one person Naruto truly cared about. He had a lot of casual friends and a few occasional lovers. But Naruto could walk away from any of them if he had to. Except Gaara. He was the only person Naruto truly trusted.
Naruto asked the most important question first. "Did I kill that guy?"
"No." It wasn't Gaara that answered. Naruto turned his head to see Kakashi leaning against the wall. "They pulled you off before you killed him."
Naruto nodded, feeling relieved. One less charge he had to worry about.
"For future reference, killing someone right in front of a room full of cops and someone from the district attorney's office is probably not a good idea," Kakshi said dryly, humor touching his eyes. "But at least enough people saw him go for you first, so a self-defense claim would be pretty easy to make."
"Don't you have some doughnuts to eat, Mr. Police Officer?" Naruto asked, pretending to be annoyed. "Besides, you shouldn't be here. If someone from your department sees you, they're going to wonder why you're talking with me."
"Brat. You're lucky you aren't dead. What were you thinking?" Kakashi asked, ignoring Naruto's last comment. He knew the risks of getting caught.
"Pervert," Naruto retorted automatically. "Which time? During the raid with Nagato, or in the holding cell?"
"Any thoughtful explanation of pretty much any of the major events in your life would be shocking but helpful. But I doubt we're going to have enough time to get through it all before we're going to be interrupted. So let's get to the important parts first. Why is Orochimaru interested in you? How does he even know who you are?"
Naruto just blinked. "Orochimaru? Isn't he some guy that used to do business with Nagato like ten years ago or something? That was way before I got recruited. As far as I know, I've ever even met him. Why?"
"Because I just found out that he's planning to post bail, pay your medical bills, and cover your attorney fees. No one else from Nagato's organization, just you. And I want to know why. We had a deal, Naruto. No secrets. I can't help you if you keep things from me."
"Seriously, Kakashi, I've never met the guy. At least, I don't think so. Do you have a photo of him? Maybe I met him and I just didn't realize it. Did he say anything about why he wants to help me?"
"Orochimaru doesn't help people. He buys people." Kakashi pulled out his phone and pulled up a photo, handing the device to Naruto. "Look familiar?"
Naruto looked, his face blank. "No. I've never seen him before." Naruto couldn't always remember names, but he had a good memory for faces. If he had met this man even once, he would have remembered it. Kakashi looked at him consideringly, then at Gaara.
"It makes no sense that Orochimaru would single out Naruto. Naruto has none of the skills that Orochimaru values in his organization from what I know about how he operates," Gaara said flatly.
"Gee thanks," Naruto said dryly.
"No offense, Naruto, but what Gaara said is true. Orochimaru is about subtly, strategy, and corruption. Your style is more..." Kakashi trailed off, but Gaara picked right up.
"Loud, confrontational, and unpredictable."
"Fuck you, Gaara," but there was no heat behind the insult. He knew Gaara was right. Naruto had served as Nagato's body guard. He was good at observing situations and reacting to physical danger instinctively. When it came to direct confrontations, Naruto was almost unbeatable. He was good with his hands, a gun, a knife, a piece of yarn... pretty much any weapon. But Orochimaru didn't handle things that way. He used blackmail, manipulation, and obfuscation.
Naruto was straightforward and not a very good liar. He would be a liability to most of Orochimaru's operations, not an asset.
"Of course," Kakashi began cautiously, "Orochimaru's interest in Naruto might have nothing to do with his organization."
There was a heavy aura of imminent death emanating from the redhead at Naruto's side. Naruto turned and looked steadily at his friend, and chose his next words carefully. "Look, Gaara. Kakashi and I have to talk through this. Why don't you go to the waiting room until we're done, then you can help get me the hell out of here. Scout the place out and tell me what the security is like."
"Naruto, you've just come out of surgery where they dug a bullet out of you. You're not leaving the hospital today," Kakashi said.
Gaara and Naruto exchanged amused glances. "If my bail has been posted, then I am not staying. Gaara, I'll be down in a few minutes. Let Kakashi and me finish up here."
Gaara stared flatly at Naruto. "I want to hear what Kakashi has to say about why he thinks Orochimaru is interested in you. And more specifically why Kakashi seems to think that you should agree to this."
Naruto knew there would be no forcing Gaara to leave if he had made up his mind to stay. Gaara was extremely protective of Naruto, and vice versa. They had both saved each others asses on more than one occasion since they met years ago.
"Ok, Kakashi. Tell me what you think Orochimaru wants me for," Naruto said, already pretty much guessing the answer.
"He likes pretty young men," Kakashi shrugged. "For the obvious reasons. Though physically, you're not really his type. He tends to prefer Asian-looking men, with finer bones."
Naruto thought about this. "Can I refuse his money?"
Kakashi nodded slowly. "Of course. Or you can let him bail you out and then skip town for a bit, though he's dangerous to double-cross."
"What aren't you saying, Kakashi?" Gaara asked directly.
"I know you just spent the last three years working with Nagato. But we have an unexpected opportunity to get someone inside Orochimaru's operation. We've been trying for years. Yagura was killed three months ago in a failed attempt. Fu and Utakata have been positioned as sex-trade workers, trying to catch his notice, but he hasn't gone for it. Out of the blue, he has taken an interest in you."
"No," Gaara said flatly. "You know what happened in that cell last night. Naruto had another episode. Plus he has just been fucking shot, taking a bullet for Nagato. By cops in your department. He's not ready for this. He needs to recover."
"I know that. But..." Kakashi trailed off. "Fu or Utakata would be a better choice. Orochimaru is twisted. They have had experience in the types of machinations that Orochimaru tends to use. Unfortunately, neither of them has drawn his interest. But you have. And I don't know why."
"It seems the best way to figure out why is for me to agree," Naruto said simply. "I'll do it. At least until we figure out a little bit more about what he is after."
"Shut up, Naruto," Gaara growled. "You don't even know what you are signing up for. Just because you're not his usual type doesn't mean he isn't looking to try a new flavor."
Naruto laughed. "I'm pretty sure I can defend my chastity. If he thinks he can overpower me, he is a poor judge of character," seeing Gaara's glare intensify, Naruto sighed. "Look, it's not like I went looking for this. But Orochimaru asked for me. And we don't know why, but with Nagato dead and almost everyone else in jail, I'm definitely looking for new employment. My options in jail aren't so great, either, given I'll be one of the youngest guys in the yard. If I get into too many fights, it will be bad for me with the guards, even if I was just defending myself. And who knows... it's possible Orochimaru wants me for a specific purpose." And he might lead me to the person I need to find. Naruto didn't say the words out loud, but he knew Gaara would guess what he was thinking.
Kakashi nodded. "I agree. If Orochimaru is wanting Naruto for his fighting skills, he must have a specific target. And that would imply a shorter timeframe. Naruto declines, we likely won't have time to find someone else suitable to take his place. We don't know what criteria he was using to pick Naruto in the first place."
"It could be just because of my ties to Nagato," Naruto offered.
Kakashi looked thoughtful. "It could be. But I doubt it. He's not interested in anyone else from the Akatsuki."
"Let's try it. If it turns out he's just after my ass, I'll either disappear or take him out. I'll play it straight with him and let him know where I stand. I'll also ask Hidan to see if he has any idea what Orochimaru wants with me, in case it isn't the obvious. How long do you think it will be before they allow Hidan and Dei to have visitors?"
"Naruto -" Gaara began, but was cut off when the door banged open.
A woman walked in carrying a briefcase and wearing a business suit. She looked to be in her late twenties, with black hair pulled up into a spiky ponytail. She would have appeared to be dressed in standard lawyer attire except for the mesh camisole that was clearly visible beneath her jacket, drawing attention to her cleavage. "What are you doing in her talking to my client?" She glared at Kakashi.
"I am his attorney, and I specifically instructed the police that no one is to talk to Mr. Uzumaki without my presence. Leave this room immediately. Any statement that he has given will be inadmissible," the woman then turned to Naruto, and extended her hand. "My name is Anko Mitarashi. Orochimaru has retained me to represent you on all charges. I posted bail for you while you were in surgery."
Anko turned and glared at Kakashi, who simply raised his hands placatingly and walked out of the room. Anko then rounded on Gaara. "Who are you?"
"Gaara is my roommate," Naruto said, deciding not to mention any of their other connections.
Anko nodded brusquely. "He still needs to leave. I need you to answer a few questions for me before the police come to take your statement."
"Gaara - it's fine. Evidently this is my attorney. Just go to the waiting room. I'll be out shortly."
Anko raised her eyebrows at that pronouncement, looking at the various tubes and bandages attached to the blond's body, but said nothing. Gaara sent a silent warning to Naruto, then left the room. Anko ran her eyes over Naruto, the thin fabric of the hospital gown and light sheet doing nothing to conceal the toned muscles of his body. The bright lighting in the hospital also revealed six thin scars on the man's face, three on each cheek, that were probably barely noticeable in regular lighting. They looked old and faded. Despite being just awakened from surgery, she could tell instinctively that Naruto would be dangerous in a fight. So few of the men in Orochimaru's circle were. She found it very attractive.
"What did you tell that cop, and why was he here?"
"I just woke up from surgery. I asked Kakashi if I had killed the guy in the holding cell, and he told me no. He also told me that some guy I've never met has paid my bail, my medical bills, and evidently hired you to defend me. He asked me why, and I said I had no fucking clue. Which is true. Who is this Orochimaru person, and why is he helping me? Nagato is dead, and I'm not selling out any of the people I worked with in his organization. If that's what your boss wants, then you might as well just pack up and go home."
Anko looked at him, slightly amused. "You are not they type of person Orochimaru usually selects. I find you very interesting." She walked over and sat down on the chair next to the bed. "But you didn't answer my question. How do you know Captain Kakashi?"
"He arrested me several years ago."
"What were the charges?"
"My record's been sealed. I was a juvenile."
"That's not what I asked."
"I was accused of killing a man," Naruto said, his voice suddenly cold and expressionless.
Anko watched in fascination as the innocence she had initially read in her young client's face was replaced by something hard and ruthless. And she had no doubt whatsoever that those charges were true. She would probe more on this later, but kept the information filed away to tell to Orochimaru. There was more to this boy than what he had expected, and it wasn't necessarily good news. He would be much more dangerous and less easy to manipulate than they had assumed.
"What is the status of their case against me?" Naruto asked. "How much was my bail?"
"Your bail was three hundred thousand dollars, but the case seems fairly week. Most of your friends are set at over a million each, though the top five are remanded without bail. The evidence on them is much stronger. Unless the DA's office makes a mistake, they won't be seeing the outside for a very long time."
"Hidan and Deidara?"
"Remanded."
"Shit." Naruto tried to take stock of his situation. Being cut off from the Akatsuki members he trusted would make things significantly more difficult, and more dangerous. They had connections and knew players that he didn't. But he could play along for a bit with Orochimaru. He had no way of raising that kind of cash to post his own bail. But first he had to have some sort of sense of what he was being purchased for. "What does your boss want with me? I was Nagato's personal body guard. I won't sell out my friends, and I wasn't running any of Nagato's operations, so I don't have detailed information that Orochimaru could use if he is planning on doing some kind of land grab to take over."
Anko laughed. "Orochimaru wouldn't need help from someone like you if he wanted to take over Nagato's dealings. I believe he wants you for other reasons."
"I won't fuck some old guy just to make bail. Kakashi said Orochimaru likes younger men."
"No... you are not his type, handsome though you are. And young. Are you even legal yet?"
Naruto smirked at her question. "What do the police reports say my age is? If they say I'm underaged, let's go with that."
"Do you have any documentation proving your age?"
Naruto shrugged. "I have lots of documentation proving lots of ages. But I am not really sure what would stand up in court. So let's just go with what they have."
Anko was clearly displeased, but guessed that Naruto didn't trust Orochimaru enough to give his real identity and age... probably because there was a risk associated it.
"Are we going to keep playing 'read my fucking mind' or are you going to just tell me why he wants me?" Naruto asked tiredly.
Anko laughed, something she rarely did. "I don't know why he wants you. But he has already paid for you. So I suggest you play along."
"I'll play along up to a point. I don't have a lot of options right now, since my previous job ended rather abruptly, but if he tries to get in my pants, or get me to testify against my friends, we're done."
Anko smiled in amusement. She wondered how much the boy knew about the man he had just casually threatened. Her guess was not much. "I'll be sure to let him know. Now, when the police come to take your statement, you just keep your mouth closed and let me do all the talking. We'll have you out of here in an hour, since I gather from your earlier comment that you dislike hospitals."
"Heh, yeah, you could say that," Naruto rubbed a hand over his face. His body ached and he was exhausted, and the meds were wearing off. But at least he was able to think clearly. "So when I'm done here, where do I go?"
"You can go back to your apartment. Orochimaru will contact you and let you know your duties once you are healed. In the meantime, I would not try leaving town. Orochimaru is a very well-connected man. You would not be able to find a place he could not track you."
Naruto shrugged. He wasn't easily intimidated. He had hidden from scarier people than Orochimaru. And he had even killed one of them.
"I have no reason to run right now. If Orochimaru is willing to spend all this money on me before I even agree to anything, I won't feel bad turning him down, though. I appreciate it, but this doesn't mean he owns me."
Just then, two police detectives entered. As Anko instructed, Naruto let her do all the talking. She clearly intimidated the hell out of the two men, who left after an hour of getting exactly nothing from him. Anko smiled and licked her lips. She loved putting weaker men in their place. She took one last look at Naruto. He was not weak. He was... quite interesting.
After she left, Naruto lay there for several minutes, gathering his strength. God he hated hospitals. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the IV needle from his arm and holding a tissue over it until the bleeding stopped. He slowly sat up. The room was spinning slightly, but he just waited for it to slow before going over and finding his clothes that were folded neatly on the table by the bed. They were crusty with blood, but he didn't have a lot of options. It was better than trying to walk out of the hospital with his ass hanging out of the open back of the hospital gown he had on. He was just about to get dressed when Gaara walked in, throwing a plastic bag on the bed.
"I saw your freaky attorney leave, so I figured you'd be heading out. Here are some fresh clothes. No point getting an infection right away by wearing the old ones."
"Thanks," Naruto said, wincing has he pulled off his hospital gown and pulled on the clean clothes. He left the bloody ones there. They already had his DNA, and everyone else's that had been involved, so there was really no extra evidence to be gleaned from the clothing.
"Let's go home and you can sleep it off. I called Sakura. She's going to swing by after her shift at the hospital today and check on you. She said you're an idiot, and if you bleed to death, she's going to hunt you down in the afterlife and kick your ass."
Naruto snorted. He had been Sakura's first ER patient when she had been interning. As soon as Naruto had regained consciousness, he had walked out of the ER. She had been so pissed off at the thought of potentially having her first patient die due to his own stupidity, rather than anything she did wrong, that she had called the police to get his address and shown up at his door, medical kit in hand.
Naruto had been passed out again, but fortunately Gaara had been there and explained Naruto's phobia of hospitals, saving Naruto from being attacked by the surprisingly strong physician and forcibly readmitted. She had patched him up on his couch, and since then, had been Naruto's 'go-to' person for medical treatment if things got bad. Naruto tried to avoid contact with her as much as possible, not wanting to get her dragged into his life. But he appreciated her help.
He really didn't want to end up back in here.
. . . . . . .
It had been almost three weeks since he had been released from the hospital. Or, to be more accurate, since he had escaped from the hospital. Orochimaru had called his cell and told him he would send a car to pick him up in an hour. The phone call had worried him, since he only ever used the burner phones that Nagato gave him. How the hell had Orochimaru gotten his number? Naruto said he'd meet the driver outside a church that was about six blocks from his apartment rather than giving his actual address.
Naruto hadn't been allowed to visit Hidan or Deidara yet in prison. He had heard that Konan had been released, but she had disappeared, and Naruto hadn't been able to find a trace of her. Naruto didn't trust the other members of the Akatsuki enough to seek them out, so he had just been waiting for something to happen.
And two hours later, he found himself standing in front of a man with long, black hair, pale skin and yellowish eyes. Naruto wasn't exactly afraid of him, but something about him made Naruto's skin crawl. He knew instinctively that he could not trust this man.
"So, you're saying all you want me to do is deliver these documents to the little brother of the assistant district attorney?"
"Yes. And of course, show him your respect. Uchiha Sasuke comes from one of the most prominent families in all of Japan. He is... a remarkable young man."
Naruto suppressed a shudder when the older man licked his lips. It was pretty clear from what Kakashi said that - while Naruto was not Orochimaru's type - this Sasuke guy definitely was.
"If I get stopped by the police, should I destroy the package?"
Orochimaru smiled. "Naruto, you have been working with Nagato for too long. There is nothing illegal in these papers. If someone asks to see them, then by all means let them."
Naruto stared at the man for a moment. "You know, I can do my job a lot better when I know exactly what it is. You could hire a courier service to deliver this if it's just a simple document. Or you could deliver it yourself."
"No, I need you to deliver it for me. A courier service wouldn't be able to read Sasuke-kun's reaction in the way I am hoping you will be able to. I hear you are a good judge of character. It would interest me to hear your thoughts on his response to the proposal. But it is too trivial a matter for me to be seen delivering myself. It would not reflect my stature in quite the right light."
Naruto sighed and shrugged. "If you're not going to tell me, then I guess there's nothing I can do. But don't blame me if something goes wrong just because you chose not to give me any information. I can't work off the bail money if I'm dead or back in jail."
"I don't make foolish mistakes like that. Just deliver the message, and see if he has any reply."
"Is there anything that you want me to say to him?"
"Nothing in particular. You speak Japanese, yes?" Orochimaru said, slipping into that language.
"Yes," Naruto replied, also speaking in Japanese. "I speak it fluently."
"Excellent. And so interesting. I will be awaiting your return. Oh, and you should leave any weapons you might have on you here. They will search you at the door, since you are a new face."
Naruto felt his nerves twitch. This could be a set-up, but he was too small a fish to warrant such measures. The one man who wanted Naruto dead enough to do something like this would confront Naruto directly. He didn't fear Naruto enough to bother with a trap. Blowing out a breath, he pulled out the knife he had in a sheath inside his jeans by his right hip. It could be thrown, or wielded at close-range, and didn't carry the penalties that a concealed fire-arm did.
He took the package from Orochimaru, noted the expensive address, and headed out.
. . . . .
Naruto looked around cautiously as the elevator opened, taking in the luxurious penthouse suite that Uchiha Sasuke lived in. There was complete silence in the room, and for a moment, Naruto thought maybe no one was home. But a small movement drew his attention to the tall, black-haired man standing in his living room, leaning against the counter of the wet bar in the corner of the room. It was spacious and well-appointed, clearly suited to entertaining groups of important people.
He had heard about Sasuke, of course. It was big news when someone so young had been elected to the city council. The tabloids were always filled of rumors about his (or his brother's) various lovers, their current business activities, what they had eaten for breakfast... Sasuke was known to be intelligent and charismatic, but reserved. He guarded his privacy intensely, and was thought of as a bit of an enigma.
Naruto's opinion was that he was less of an enigma and more of a snob, just like every other spoiled rich kid Naruto had had the misfortune to meet. The bastard didn't even acknowledge him as Naruto stood there at the entryway. Naruto was tempted to just drop the folder on the floor and walk back out, but he had agreed to deliver the message from Orochimaru and he wouldn't risk messing up such a simple first assignment out of spite. So he politely removed his shoes in the Japanese custom, and walked toward where the man stood watching him.
Naruto had walked over to Sasuke, and bowed in the traditional Japanese style, greeting him in Japanese. "Uchiha-sama. I am Uzumaki Naruto. Orochimaru-sama requested that I deliver this proposal to you personally, and see if you have any reply you wish me to give him." When the asshole didn't even respond other than to just take the envelop from Naruto and open it, Naruto almost lost his patience. This guy is a total asshole.
Naruto had learned long ago that he had no respect for people like this. Rich, entitled, and generally useless, too used to getting their way on every little thing just because of their family connections. No matter how many fancy degrees this guy likely had, he didn't impress Naruto. I mean, how hard is it to be successful when everything in life is handed to you on a silver platter? Guys like that bored him. They were annoying to listen to and frustrating to work for. And the few times Naruto had tried it with someone like this, they were also deadly dull in bed no matter how physically beautiful they had been, male or female. I bet this guy lays like a log. Takes his own pleasure, and doesn't bother with his partner's. Naruto smirked, feeling definitely superior, at least in that arena. Naruto was a very physical guy, and he'd led a pretty dangerous life. He definitely believed that life was too short to hold back in anything, including in bed. If you found someone you wanted to be with in that way, then you gave it everything you had, even if it was just for a short time together.
Sasuke was still reading through the materials Orochimaru had sent, and Naruto's attention began to wander. He looked idly around the room, taking in the décor. It wasn't his specialty, but he had to admit to a certain desire to steal Sasuke's fancy katana. A spoiled princess like him probably didn't even know how to hold it. He snapped out of his larcenistic daydreaming when he realized the man was finally speaking to him.
"It says here that you were sent along with the proposal to demonstrate Orochimaru's deep appreciation of my special consideration and attention to this matter," Sasuke said, his voice inflectionless.
Naruto heard the stress that the man had put on 'deep appreciation', leaving their implication quite clear. This guy... expected Naruto to... what? Fuck him? Suck him off? Naruto cursed Orochimaru and perverted politicians to hell. Sasuke was gay? He was pretty damn sure he'd never read anything about that. Was Orochimaru wanting to get naked pictures of Sasuke and some guy to blackmail him? If so, where were the cameras? Naruto had looked pretty thoroughly around the place when he had entered out of habit, and aside from the security cameras by the elevator entrance, he hadn't seen any other cameras. I mean, it's not like you can just climb into the window of a room on the 40th floor.
"I'm here to demonstrate Orochimaru's... deep appreciation?" Naruto said slowly. He supposed this was less of an ask than being told to kill someone, or being tortured for information about his employer. Both had happened in the past. But he was still going to chew Orochimaru out for this. No wonder the asshole had sent him. Clearly he must be Sasuke's 'type'. It seemed weird, though, because a guy like this shouldn't need help getting laid, even if he was a drag in bed. He was rich, powerful, famous, and good-looking. Maybe he just liked having sex with people he was in a position of power over. Naruto almost laughed at the thought of someone as pampered as this guy actually thinking he could control someone like Naruto. What a joke.
"I see," Naruto said, trying to decide how to play this. If the guy liked control, then Naruto would just make sure Sasuke lost control. Then he wouldn't ask for this shit again.
Sasuke eyed him with seeming disinterest. "Is there a problem?"
"No," Naruto said, as he took three steps forward, effectively closing the distance between them, then sinking fluidly to his knees, bringing his face level with Sasuke's crotch. He looked up at the young politician, waiting to see if this was in fact what he was asking for. He didn't want to get thrown back in jail for sexual assault. At least the guy is clean. And he's not bad looking, though he's probably had work done. No ones face is that fucking perfect.
The taller man's face seemed so disinterested, that Naruto hesitated. Had he gotten this wrong? Would they guy throw him out?
But then the man had simply raised a brow, indicating he was losing patience waiting for Naruto to proceed. Naruto undid the fastenings of the pants, and was a little surprised to see the state of the man's arousal. Evidently Sasuke had fairly good control of his facial expressions. Naruto smirked. But as with most men, Sasuke's downfall was his cock. There was just no concealing desire beyond a certain point when you're a guy.
Naruto looked up at the man. He would enjoy shaking this asshole up a little bit. Naruto knew he was good at this, though he had never done it as part of his job. But Naruto definitely liked it rough and intense, and some frigid princess like this guy definitely wouldn't be able to handle that. This guy has no idea what he just asked for. Naruto wouldn't go too far, but hopefully just enough that this ass would complain to Orochimaru and Naruto wouldn't be asked to do something like this again.
Naruto pulled Sasuke's heavy erection into his mouth. He ran his hands over the pale thighs that he had exposed, surprised to find them well-muscled. He had expected the rich man's body to be soft. Experimentally, Naruto slid his hands up under the politician's shirt, feeling the hard muscles of the man's abs as he continued to suck and slide his lips over the hard dick repeatedly.
Naruto hummed, sending vibrations along Sasuke's cock, gratified to feel the stomach muscles clench beneath his fingers. Naruto gripped the man's hips hard, likely leaving bruises. He heard a ragged groan in appreciation, and was surprised. He had expected a complaint.
Curious now, Naruto used his teeth. It was definitely something he himself enjoyed, but fully expected the man standing over him to pull back from. Instead of scaring the man off, Naruto was surprised to instead find the guy thrusting aggressively into his mouth. This wasn't going as he had expected.
Naruto heard the man's breath become more labored as he continued, and watched the flush spread across his cheeks. He could see the spasms in the taut abdominal muscles, and saw how hard the pale hands were gripping the countertop.
Naruto pulled Sasuke's erection deep into his mouth with a long, hard suck that he knew would border on painful, but also was intensely pleasurable. He repeated the motion over again, adding teeth, and waiting for the man to shove him off.
The choked back groan the man gave when he climaxed caught Naruto by surprise. It was definitely one of the sexiest sounds Naruto had ever heard someone make. He looked up at the man, slightly stunned. The beautiful face was twisted with pleasure and release, the soft black bangs damp with sweat.
Sure, he was still a rich, spoiled, bastard. And probably still useless, despite the muscled body. But... he was actually potentially also... pretty damn appealing.
Naruto stood and walked behind the bar to pour himself a drink. He rinsed his mouth, then swallowed the rest. He watched as the black-haired man's breathing began to slow. Eventually Sasuke pulled up his pants and refastened them, then turned to Naruto, his face still flushed.
Naruto noticed the man's glace at his crotch, and the slight annoyance that flashed across the beautiful face at the fact that Naruto showed no signs of arousal. Naruto guessed correctly that it was not a common occurrence for someone to show no physical response to the flawless man in front of him. He was beginning to see why, though he was not about to admit it.
"Orochimaru asked me to deliver any reply to his request. Do you have any message you want me to give him?" Naruto was careful to keep his voice as bored as possible, as though he had just mowed the guy's lawn rather than sucked his dick.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the perfectly composed blond standing in front of him. "What if I tell him that I have no interest in helping him out on this matter?"
Naruto laughed. "Then my guess is he wouldn't try to trick me into doing something like this shit again. So I suppose I'd be grateful."
Grateful? This was... 'shit'? Sasuke knew his brain was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm, but he knew he'd just been insulted.
"Get out," Sasuke said, his voice steely.
Naruto shrugged. "With pleasure."
As Naruto was pulling on his shoes, Sasuke asked him the question he knew he should have found out the answer to earlier. "How old are you?"
"A little late for that question, eh, Councilman?" Naruto said tauntingly as he stepped into the elevator.
-xXx-
To be continued...
So... what did you think? please comment! I know this is quite a bit darker of a characterization for both these guys than what I normally write, so I am super curious about what you think about it.
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