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Shine Bright	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
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Author's note: Been dealing with an annoying headache popping up occasionally throughout this week, so sorry for the late update. Hope it isn't too awful! I'm going to try to post more updates this weekend as well.
Warnings: dual pov; reference to forced prostitution; implied underage dancers; slight violence; slash; mature content
I hope you'll like this last part!
Part 2
"Don't bother putting that on, you're not working the stage tonight," Michio announced, striding into the backroom.
Naruto turned around in surprise, dropping the scarlet red top back into the wooden chest. "I'm not? I'm scheduled for tonight, though," he said confused; his eyes darting to Junichiro and Uyeda who were flanking Michio and incidentally cutting off the dancer's only escape route from the room.
"Change of schedule," Michio said lightly. "You'll be giving a private performance to one of our clients instead."
Something stirred in those blue eyes and Naruto chuckled nervously, shifting his right foot. "I don't know. I don't have much experience with private performances, why not ask Samui-san instead? Bet she'll be better at it."
"The client requested you," Michio replied. "You'll stay in room six for tonight; the client will meet you at eight."
"There's no room for dancing there, though," Naruto said warily; his gaze once more flitting over Michio's companions as if trying to decide how quickly he could worm his way past them.
"I said you'll give him a private performance, not that you'll be dancing for him," Michio said amused. "If he just wanted to enjoy your dancing, he wouldn't have requested a private performance."
It took a couple of seconds, but then it finally clicked and blue eyes widened in alarm. "Wait, no, that's not what I signed up for!" the young man barked, taking a step back towards the mirror. "I'm just here to dance, not to whore myself out! That wasn't the deal!"
His breathing hitched when Michio stepped forwards with a dark smile. "I apologise if you're under the misconception that you have any say here," he said coolly. "This is not negotiable: you will wait for the client in room six and you will give him a stellar time. I don't want to receive any complaints."
"Like hell I will!" Naruto snapped and rushed past him, taking Michio by surprise with how fast he was.
Uyeda was quicker, however, and he snatched Naruto's arm before he could run past them, backhanding him so hard he stumbled back against the couch, cradling his left cheek in shock.
"Now that just won't do," Michio tsk'd and walked over to Naruto, who stiffened when Michio grasped his jaw, turning his head back and forth to consider the damage. His cheek was definitely blooming red now, disguising the set of very thin scars present there. It didn't look like it would bruise badly, which was good, because bruised dancers were exactly good for business.
"What did I say about damaging the goods, Uyeda?" he sighed irritated. The guy should count himself lucky that this shit wouldn't bruise that much. The Sharingan clan member was paying for a pretty face, not one that looked like he had gone through the wringer in a boxing match.
"I apologise, sir," Uyeda said stiffly. "I wanted to prevent him from running away."
"Understandable, but be more careful. You're lucky this isn't going to bruise." Michio turned back to Naruto, still holding on to his chin. "Now, let's try this again, okay? You're going to wait in room six and you're going to ensure that our client will have the best night of his life, am I understood?"
"Fuck you!" Naruto spat, wrenching himself loose. "I told you, I didn't sign up for this shit! You put me in that room and I'll call the - "
"You're going to call who, hm?" Michio smiled coldly and the other man abruptly went quiet, staring at him wide-eyed. "Your family? You don't have any. Your friends? They all abandoned you, left you rotting on the streets. The police? Who are they going to believe: an honest businessman or a filthy whore working the pole?"
The red hand imprint stood out starkly against his paling skin.
Michio nodded satisfied. "That's what I thought. See, you can be smart, I knew it. I'm not completely unreasonable, you know." He stepped forwards again, diminishing the distance between them, and cradled Naruto's left cheek, putting pressure on the aching skin, watching him wince. "You do your thing, you make sure our client is left satisfied, and you'll get a big bonus out of this. And all you have to do to get the money is spread your legs, not that hard, right?"
He patted his cheek twice condescendingly. "Junichiro will accompany you to the room. You try anything funny, though, and those scars on your face will become a hell of a lot more noticeable, you understand?"
Naruto jerked his head down in a nod, staring down at the floor as he balled his hands into fists.
"Good boy," Michio smirked. "You should feel honoured, you know? None of the other dancers ever had a client offering such a high amount before. Don't disappoint him."
With that last warning, he left the room, trusting Junichiro to accompany their feisty dancer to the right room. He still had some paperwork to go through before he would have to greet their client.
Say what you wanted from the Sharingan Clan, but they were punctual. At exactly eight o'clock, the Sharingan member arrived, flanked this time by a silver haired man whose lower half of the face was covered by a mask and a dark brown haired man whose hair was pulled together in a spiky ponytail. Michio briefly considered whether they were going to join in the fun as well, in which case there would be an extra fee, but then he spotted the way they kept one hand hovering over their hip and he deduced they were most likely personal guards.
If the obscene amount of money offered hadn't made it clear already that Michio was dealing with one of the most important members of the Sharingan Clan, the presence of different guards confirmed it. His little dancer better made it worth his night, because Michio was currently sitting on a goldmine thanks to him.
"Good evening, I want to thank you for wiring the money over so quickly," Michio smiled, waving off his own guards when they moved to step forwards.
The dark haired man glanced at him. "Naturally, as was the deal. I'm expecting you to hold up your end of the deal now."
"But of course." Michio bowed slightly and beckoned him to follow. "He's waiting for you in room six as was agreed upon yesterday. Considering your generous offer, you can spend the entire night with him if you so desire. I only wish that you refrain from harming him in any way that leaves visible marks."
"Naturally," the man smirked.
Michio led them through the door on the right, leaving the dancefloor behind them and entering the quiet corridor. The walls had been soundproofed three years ago after some clients had been complaining that the thumping bass of some music choices were distracting them. It was a stupid complaint in Michio's opinion, but as long as they kept paying him, he didn't care.
One of the T-lights flickered and he made a mental note to replace that one during the weekend. Sure, the corridor would still be lit enough without it, but his establishment was still one of the classiest one in the block; he wasn't going to let one lamp ruin that.
He opened the door to room six without knocking, trusting Junichiro to have done his job properly. He had, Michio noticed approvingly, when he brought the man inside and spotted Naruto seated on the bed on his knees, his arms wrapped around himself and his head cast downwards, wayward strands of blond hair hiding his face from view. He was wearing nothing but a blood red robe ending mid-thigh and he was doing his best to keep everything covered.
Michio smothered his snort just in time. For someone shaking his butt so much on stage, the dancer was behaving ridiculously prudish about this. He better not fuck this up by being a little bitch about it.
"As agreed to, you can spend the night with Naruto here," he smiled, waving at the blond man. He smirked when black eyes lit up in hunger. "Toys and lube are in the nightstand if you need them. Anything else I can help you with, sir?"
"There is something, yes," the dark haired man said calmly. "Hands behind your back, you're under arrest."
The words didn't register at first, too foreign to come out of a yakuza clan member's mouth, but then realisation trickled through like waterdrops dripping down the damn leaky faucet in the ladies' bathroom which just didn't want to stay fixed, and he gaped at the other man, who was watching him with cold, calculating eyes.
He forced out a laugh, raising his hands slightly in the air. "Good joke, but I'm serious here."
The man raised an eyebrow. "So am I, hands behind your back; you're under arrest. I'm not repeating it a third time."
"Now wait a goddamn minute!" But before he could finish, the silver haired man shot forwards and slammed him face first into the wall; sharp pain shooting through his skull when his forehead made full impact against the brick.
"Fuck you, what's going on here!" he spat, wrestling with the guy, but then the third one stepped in and they handcuffed him roughly, shoving him up against the wall.
"Yamada Michio, you will hereby be charged with illegal prostitution, forced prostitution, employment of underaged people and money laundering," the dark haired man droned as the two other men flashed their goddamn fucking police badges. "You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can be - "
"You're going to fucking arrest me when you're part of the goddamn yakuza yourself?!" Michio laughed hysterically, trying to kick at him. That simply earnt him a kick in the back of his legs, forcing him to buckle through them and landing on the floor hard. He glared at the dark haired man, who was still staring passively at him. "That's fucking rich! Your pals know you're not exactly clean either?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," the man said bored.
Behind him, on the bed, Naruto sat there with an unnervingly blank stare on his face, gripping the edges of the robe tightly. Him looking up now granted them all a good view of his still reddened cheek. Of course the fucker hadn't even used makeup to cover himself up.
"Oh you don't, huh?" Michio sneered, ignoring how the spiky haired cop tried to get him to stand again. "You think I don't know what clan you hail from? Sharingan fucking Clan, you think I don't recognise those features? Everyone knows you fuckers share the same eyes and hair!"
"You'll be surprised to find that a lot of Japanese people share the same features," the silver haired cop said dryly. "Like a dime in the dozen, really."
"Thanks," the dark haired man snorted.
"Fucking check his body for tattoos then! You'll see!" Michio hissed and glared at him. "You think I'm the only one going down? Fuck you, I'm taking you down with me, you fucking prick! Bet the public's going to enjoy knowing the police is hiring yakuza members now!"
"You've got a big mouth for someone who's in deep shit now," the spiky haired man said exasperatedly. "For the record, we're not in the business of hiring yakuza members. Now I suggest you shut up and keep quiet while we bring you to the station, because you're in too much shit now to work your way out of it."
The last thing Michio saw before the two men – fucking cops, how the fucking hell had this even happened, how had they known!? – dragged him through the corridor was the dark haired man coaxing Naruto off the bed, holding out his coat to him.
"Go on, we'll finish up here," Shikamaru said, shuffling through papers.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "You sure? He wasn't being very cooperative." Understatement of the year, but nothing they hadn't experienced before. People were usually not very willing to admit to a list of crimes, least of all when one of those crimes dealt with underaged boys and girls.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I know you've been itching to go home since that crap went down." Shikamaru looked at him knowingly.
Sasuke pressed his lips tightly together, focusing on keeping his hands relaxed. It had taken him every last ounce of restraint he had had when he had heard the tell-tale noise of Naruto being smacked around. Shit like that was why he loathed it when Naruto went undercover. Too many things that could go wrong at the drop of a hat.
"I'll send my report through tomorrow," he promised, taking up his jacket.
"That's fine." Shikamaru nodded, slowly pushing his desk chair from left to right and back. "I'll let Kakashi know, okay?"
"Thanks. See you tomorrow."
"Hm, get some good rest. Tell Naruto we said hi."
Sasuke waved his hand in acknowledgement and snatched up his bag, nodding at Ino, who was just making her way to the office. She offered him a distracted smile in return, calling out, "Man, that dirtbag really didn't care one bit about the age, huh? The youngest was barely sixteen!" as she strode into the room.
It was raining by the time he drove his car out of the underground parking lot; the late hour ensuring that the roads were nearly empty. The clock showed it was one fifteen in the morning and he grimaced, rubbing his hand over his chin. No wonder they'd all been chugging down so much coffee. At least the case was finally over and done with, however, and Naruto wouldn't have to return to that godforsaken hole anymore.
Glaring at the red light, his fingers tightened across the steering wheel. Setting up this entire ploy had taken way too long for his liking and his patience had been stretched wire thin by the time he could finally make the last move. Bastard should be glad there had been witnesses around, because Sasuke wasn't sure whether he could have hold himself back when he'd witnessed that creepy smirk on his face while looking at Naruto.
He hoped that damn robe had been burnt to a crisp.
His street was completely silent, not even a dog howling when he parked on the driveway and stepped out of the car, rolling his shoulders with a groan. The rain only trickling down by now, the storm of the evening finally passing.
As soon as the door closed, he slipped his phone out of his pocket, selecting his number.
"Yo boss," Suigetsu greeted him almost immediately. "Precinct finally let you go?"
Sasuke snorted and dropped his bag on the floor, peeling off his jacket and his shoes. "Yeah, the bastard wasn't very cooperative as you can imagine."
"No, I wouldn't be either if I were him," Suigetsu snickered. There was the sound of a car door opening and closing again in the background.
"You're staking out the place?" Sasuke asked interestedly, checking every room downstairs to see if the blinds had been closed. They were; the clocks on the microwave and the oven the only sources of light in the otherwise pitch black kitchen.
"Yeah, followed him all the way here. Idiot didn't even notice we were following him," Suigetsu snorted. "Karin and Sasori are staking out the other dude's place. You want us to move tonight?"
His immediate reaction was to confirm, because he was absolutely itching to pay those arseholes back for what they had done to Naruto, but he reeled in that desire, knowing it wasn't yet the proper time. Not when the case was still being handled.
"No, give it three more days," he ordered; the carpet on the stairs muffling his footsteps as he went up. "Spread some rumours and then grab them. We'll deal with them this weekend."
"Sure thing, boss," Suigetsu said cheerfully. "They won't see it coming."
Sasuke smirked darkly, slipping his phone into his pocket again. No, they definitely wouldn't, especially not with the frenzy the club no doubt was in at the moment, as they wondered who should take charge for now. Most employees were ignorant of the real deals being conducted in the offices upstairs, but that didn't mean Sasuke was going to let the club get off easily. At least certain employees there could soon expect a visit.
His phone beeping with an incoming message had him halting in the middle of the landing.
Annoying Bastard 02.06 a.m.
Everything set to go?
Me 02.06 a.m.
Yes, in three days we'll move.
Three more days and the club would be complete history. If only Yamada had played by the rules, Sasuke nor his family would have bothered with him, but he just had to forcefully convince one of their girls to work for his club. The Sharingan Clan were merciful enough for their allies, but they had no patience for slimy cockroaches who thought they could just take what they wanted.
It had been easy enough to have the force pick up on the rumours of people being forced to prostitute themselves at the club, easier still to convince Kakashi to have Naruto go undercover. While not an official part of the police force, Naruto had become an invaluable asset to them after having saved Kakashi's arse twice before and practically handing the team the solutions of several cases on a silver platter to them in the past couple of years – thereby also helping the Sharingan Clan to get rid of some annoying pests.
Sasuke thought his family was decent enough when it came to being willing to negotiate about territories or goods, but they drew the line at having their own people being stolen from them. Yamada's mistake had been to think he was invincible. Nobody was fucking invincible, not with the Sharingan Clan holding the reins.
Now the club was done fore, Yamada was currently in a cell, the girl was back with her partner, and Yamada's henchmen would soon learn that it was not wise to touch what belonged to a Sharingan member.
Too bad for them that they had chosen to lay hands on the lover of the Sharingan Clan heir himself.
Naruto looked up from his phone when Sasuke entered their bedroom; a smile automatically blooming open across his face. Unconsciously Sasuke relaxed and returned the smile, padding closer to the bed. Thankfully Naruto had shed that robe and was now dressed in his underwear and one of Sasuke's blue shirts; a hint of his collarbone peeking out of it when he leant sideways to dump his phone on the nightstand.
"You finished with everything?"
"For the most part," Sasuke confirmed. "Shikamaru said he would handle the rest."
"Of course he did," Naruto snickered and leant back on his hands, stretching out his legs across their bed. "Dude's still in the doghouse for having to bail on that dinner with Temari's parents; he won't want to go home any time soon."
"Well, his misery is my fortune then," Sasuke said lightly, frowning when he eyed the fading red imprint on Naruto's cheek. "How are you holding up?"
Naruto shrugged. "I'm fine. Bastard took me by surprise, that's all. Talking about that," he leant forwards; his blue eyes sharp and gleaming in the single light of the small lamp, "what the fuck was up with that offer, bastard? Did you lose your mind?"
"You're right," Sasuke acknowledged and sat down on the bed, close to Naruto. The blond perked up, but regarded him warily at the same time. He smiled, grasping Naruto's wrists and drawing him towards him, coaxing him into his lap.
Naruto went willingly, wrapping his long legs around his waist; his warm presence soothing the last pieces of ire Sasuke still had been clinging onto.
"That amount was indeed insane," he agreed and Naruto tilted his head to the left. Gently Sasuke cupped his pinkish cheek, caressing him softly. "Because there's not enough money in the world to express just how much you're worth to me," he murmured, kissing Naruto, still cupping his cheek.
Naruto indulged him, kissing him back for a moment before he pulled away with a short laugh; his arms sliding around Sasuke's neck, fingers toying with strands of black hair. "What are your underlings going to think of the mighty Sharingan heir if they heard you say this kind of cheesy shit?" he teased. "Your reputation would be a goner, you know."
Sasuke shrugged carefully, dipping his face to drag his nose against the side of Naruto's neck, smiling when he felt him shudder quietly. "They might meet the end of my gun if they're too annoying about it."
"Such a violent streak," Naruto clucked his tongue and tugged at his hair. "You're not going to keep many members if you're going to off them one by one for saying the wrong thing, you know?"
"We have enough," Sasuke dismissed the comment and pushed him down onto the bed, crawling between his open legs. They immediately closed back around him, keeping him grounded. "And if they're stupid enough to talk shit about you, they obviously don't belong in our clan anyways."
"My, my, someone is in a mushy mood," Naruto snickered; his eyes glittering. "Is this because you had to miss me so much these past weeks?"
Sasuke growled, irritated, and laid fully down, resting his head on Naruto's chest. "I fucking hate it when you go undercover in shitty places like that!" he spat; trailing one hand down Naruto's side before slipping it underneath the shirt, feeling the side of his chest expand slightly when he breathed in.
"I know," Naruto sighed; drawing incomprehensible shapes across Sasuke's back. "But we had to get her back, remember? She didn't deserve to be stuck there and they were encroaching on our territory," he reminded him.
"I know that," Sasuke riposted irritated and rose up to kiss him. "Doesn't mean I have to fucking like it."
"Well, you've got me all to yourself again," Naruto murmured; a vague smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Although I think you were enjoying my act on the stage, no? Those slacks don't hide everything, you know?" he jeered; waggling his eyebrows when he glanced down at Sasuke's crotch.
The dark haired man rolled his eyes, but unwillingly some amusement welled up. "Well, you obviously picked up those lessons very quickly."
"Of course I did," Naruto scoffed. "Had to play my role and besides, figured you could use some loosing up before you'd go around and start shooting the douchebags."
"They deserve it," Sasuke said darkly, recalling that echoing noise in the van when Uyeda had backhanded Naruto earlier today. If Kakashi hadn't hold him back, he would have stormed out and would have shown that bastard what real pain was.
"You didn't blow your own cover, right?" Naruto asked; for the first time this evening sounding a bit anxious. "Thought they might have grown suspicious because you weren't denying that shit."
Sasuke snorted and their next kiss was longer than the previous one; his left hand dipping down to grab Naruto's thigh. "No, why would they? I'm the best one on the force they ever had."
"Never let it be said that Uchiha don't have a sense of humour," Naruto chortled; fingers digging into Sasuke's shoulders.
Sasuke smirked, watching pupils expand just a sliver when he dipped down to press kisses all along his exposed collarbone. Nobody on the police force would ever suspect that a yakuza member would be working for them. Why would they? Only honourable people worked as a cop after all; they just forgot that his family had their own code of honour to follow. An honour that demanded he would get back at those pieces of shit for daring to touch what was his. Yamada was out of his grasp – for now. The second he was convicted he would discover that even prison walls wouldn't keep him safe from the Sharingan wrath. He best enjoy the safety of the cell he was in now.
Just like Sasuke was going to enjoy having Naruto safe with him again, no longer forced to dance in front of leering men and women.
"Now how about I give you your money's worth, hm?" Naruto suggested; his hands already deftly unclasping Sasuke's trousers, the belt on the floor before he could think twice.
He breathed out when warm fingers closed around his dick and sought out Naruto's mouth again for a deeper kiss this time, a filthier one, one that reminded him just who he belonged to. As they got rid of their remaining clothes and Naruto pushed him down, leaving behind a trail of searing kisses on Sasuke's chest, Sasuke thought that he had already got his money's worth a billion times over just by having Naruto with him again.
What was fifty million or five hundred or more than a billion when he had Naruto right at his side? When he was the one Naruto looked at with those beautiful shining eyes, when he was the one who could elicit those high tinkling chuckles or that bright laughter?
What was all the money in the world when he loved Naruto and Naruto loved him?
But well if Naruto was offering …
Sasuke smirked, swallowing Naruto's moan when he pushed inside of him.
Then who was Sasuke to deny him?
The End
AN2: Hope this wasn't too awful! Now I'm off to bed.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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