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This is Not a Game [Complete]	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Hey guys. Apparently no one really liked the last chapter. I do apologize. I hope this one makes up for it.
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Fallin' Apart
Naruto was slumped against his restraints, his mind going over every possible method of escape he could think of. So far, nothing in his mind had worked. He didn't know where they were, the layout of the base, who the guards were or how many. Options were running low, and things were beginning to look as if they would have to trust LEAF to find them, or at least Sasuke. The younger teen was still holding on to the crystal safely tucked beneath his shirt.
Across the room, Sasuke was still sitting stiffly. His pride wouldn't allow him otherwise. "How long have we been here?" he asked, shifting in his seat. His hands were starting to go numb from the ropes and his left leg was already asleep.
Tilting his head to the side thoughtfully, Naruto met the dark onyx eyes staring at him. "I don't know," he confessed. "Three hours maybe, possibly less? I can't tell you for sure. Time seems to drag on and on when you're in a less than favourable position. It's plausible we've been here for less than an hour."
"And you still don't have a plan, moron?" Sasuke sneered.
Naruto's brow furrowed. "I don't see you pulling brilliant ideas out of your ass, bastard," he shot back.
"I'm not the trained assassin," Sasuke snapped irritably.
The cerulean eyes darkened. "Agent," he correct bitterly. He looked away, not wanting to meet those accusing onyx orbs any longer.
"Whatever!" the young teen exploded. "You kill people for a living. I fail to see the difference." He stopped suddenly, eyes wide, shocked at the words that had just come from his own mouth. "I didn't mean that," he croaked hoarsely. "I'm just frustrated with the situation. I don't know what going on, or where I am, or what they want with me."
Naruto sighed, hanging his head. "It's fine Sasuke," he said quietly, looking off to the side, still avoiding the apologetic gaze. "I betrayed your trust. I know it's a lot to ask for you to be patient and play along when you don't know the rules, but right now I'm flying just as blind as you are."
Sasuke had finally been able to think over everything he'd learned so far, and it seemed the anger was now showing through. Naruto hoped if both of them survived their ordeal that their relationship would grow stronger from it, but that could just be wishful thinking.

As soon as Itachi and Kyuubi returned to the apartment on Tsunade's orders, the dark haired man silently wandered aimlessly, opening cupboards in the kitchen, staring at the front door, or inspecting the dojo and its facilities.
When the Uchiha didn't reappear, Kyuubi went to investigate. He found his boyfriend lying on the bright orange covers of their brother's bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. It pained the agent to see his lover in such a state, caught up in a world he'd known nothing about up until several hours ago.
Itachi felt the bed dip and a warm body join him. He didn't know how to feel anymore. Sasuke was missing as well as Naruto, and even after the deceit on the Uzumaki's part, Itachi couldn't bring himself to leave Kyuubi. He was his only comfort.
Rolling onto his side, Kyuubi rested his head over Itachi's heart, listening to the slow and steady beat. Tan arms wrapped around the pale body, hugging him tightly in an effort to offer some comfort. He smiled weakly when long fingers began to absentmindedly play in his ginger spikes. The only sound in the burnt orange bedroom was the humming of the computer in the corner.
"What are we going to do if we don't get them back?" Itachi asked suddenly, voicing his pain and grief. Even though there was nothing he could have possibly done, he blamed himself. It was his job to protect Sasuke, and he'd failed.
"We will," Kyuubi promised, arms tightening in a brief hug. "Don't even think it, cause we will." He didn't even want to think of the alternative.
Tears stung the dark eyes, and Itachi struggled to hold back the wave of pain washing over him. "Kyuu…" the raven haired man croaked. He sounded broken, something no other person had ever heard from the proud Uchiha. The last time he'd lost control of his carefully concealed emotions was in Kyuubi's presence the day his parents died, and the redhead had held him close on the couch in the library.
"I know Orochimaru," the agent interrupted, trying to stem the flow of emotion. If Itachi lost control, Kyuubi wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. "He wants them alive," he added more for his own reassurance.
The dark eyes were clenched shut. "What about your father," Itachi asked. He knew it wasn't fair, but he had to ask. "He was killed wasn't he? How do you know they won't kill one of them, or both?" He felt panic when Kyuubi moved, but the redhead only sat up, his back to the Uchiha
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the LEAF agent took a deep calming breath. "My dad wasn't supposed to be taken," he confessed for the first time. Only vague details had been given to Itachi, not like how Naruto had gone about telling Sasuke. "He put up such a fight when they grabbed Nar, even tracked them, so they just took him along as well. Orochimaru used it to his benefit, to try to emotionally and mentally break Naruto. If I hadn't arrived when I did, he would have succeeded."
Guilt washed through the dark haired man when he watched his lovers' shoulders and head droop in shame and regret. It wasn't fair of Itachi to force his boyfriend to relive the history that was repeating itself. "How long…" he whispered.
The room was quiet. "Three days," Kyuubi finally murmured back. "He was there for three days."
Sitting up, Itachi hugged Kyuubi from behind, resting his head on the other mans' shoulder blades. "What does he want with Sasuke?" he wondered out loud.
Kyuubi turned in his lovers' arms and hugged the raven back, both men taking comfort in the others' presence. "I wish I knew."

The cell door creaked open once again, drawing the two captives' attention to the small group entering. Two guards flanked Orochimaru and the man they knew as Kabuto, his assistant, as they entered. The snake like eyes set in the deathly pale face swept over the prisoners.
"Sasuke-kun, please meet my assistant, Kabuto," Orochimaru said, motioning to the silver haired man beside him. A sickeningly gleeful grin split over the pale face. He was so close to owning Naruto, and the raven haired boy was just an added bonus, a way to speed along the process. "He's going to be working with Naruto very closely over the next few days."
A dark glare met the two men, and if Sasuke could have killed with his eyes, there was no doubt the SOUND agent would have been dead. "We've met," the Uchiha grunted, looking away as if bored. He could hear Naruto chuckle at his impudence.
Kabuto barely even spared the raven haired teen a glance, his focus settling firmly on the blond glaring at him hatefully. "Naruto-kun," he greeted with a pleasant smile, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "It's been awhile since I've had the pleasure of your company. We have so many things to catch up on, I'm sure Sasuke-kun won't mind sitting back and observing while we get started."
Naruto eyed the man advancing on him, narrowing his eyes. "You can do whatever you want to me," he growled, trying to crane his neck to look where Kabuto now stood behind him. He didn't trust the man in the least. "Leave Sasuke out of this and I will co-operate," he tried to bargain, eyes darting quickly to Sasuke.
"No." Kabuto ran his hand over the broad chest of the LEAF agent, grinning like a maniac. Having Naruto back in his grasp was something he had been looking forward to for a long while. The teen had escaped him once, but that wasn't going to happen again. His free hand gripped the blond hair tightly, roughly wrenching Naruto's neck back, exposing the tan column of flesh to him. Licking his lips greedily, he bent forward, his mouth a hairs breadth away from the tan teens' ear. "He's our leverage," he murmured. "For now."
Warm puffs of air from the spoken words hit the side of his face making Naruto shiver. He felt the moist tongue lightly flick over the shell of his ear, tasting the salty skin.
The knowledge of what was about to take place wore heavily on Naruto, and he was tempted to beg for Sasuke's removal from the room, but it was a bad idea on many levels. He knew Orochimaru was going to force the young teen to witness everything, and to ask for him to be taken away would only make it worse for the boy. Even on the off chance Sasuke was relocated, he would be out of Naruto's sight, something else the blond agent wanted to avoid. It was a no win situation where he had to choose between two evils.
"Don't touch him you sick perverted fuck," Sasuke snarled, unable to stand watching the man touch his lover so intimately. Deep down, he knew the worst was to come, but his anger was overriding his good judgement. It wasn't like him to lose his cool, but when an Uchiha was angry, they were angry. "Go lick the slimy snake bastards' boots," he shouted, straining against the bonds tying him to the chair.
"Sasuke," Naruto called, warning in his voice. "You're an Uchiha." The younger teen immediately feel silent at the gentle reminder, struggling to clamp down on his anger, but one of the guards had already let their hand fly.
The hand was caught by none other than Orochimaru before it could strike the furious Uchiha. "Now now," he scolded lightly. "What have I said, hmm? Sasuke-kun is not to have a mark on him or his price depreciates." He moved forward to ruffle the raven hair. "Our employer will not be happy if he's harmed, that was the deal."
"Hai, Orochimaru-sama."
"Buyer?" Naruto choked out, the pieces of the puzzle finally clicking together. He knew then that Sasuke truly had been just a ploy to get to the true object. He was to be separated from Sasuke, and he could do nothing. The only hope he had was that if the person who had commissioned for the retrieval of the youngest Uchiha wished for Sasuke to stay unharmed, that he would remain so even after he was picked up.
Orochimaru made a low noise in the back of his throat in confirmation, looking over his shoulder at his prize. "They should be here within three days to retrieve the boy," he said casually, turning back to Sasuke, his face twisting into sick delight. He was enjoying their pain, from the impending separation. "I'm sure you'll be quite happy in your new home," he commented idly, stroking a smooth cheek before slapping it lightly a few times.
Sasuke hit his breaking point, all forms of profanity spilling from his mouth at the snake like man. Some phrases were ones Naruto hadn't even heard of before, nor anyone else in the room. They gave him props for creativity, but it was getting old, and fast.
"That is going to get annoying," Kabuto said with a roll of his eyes as if the teen wrenching against his ropes was nothing more than a pesky nuisance. "Someone gag him." He smirked when a ball gag was produced. Orochimaru stepped back, and with a small struggle the gag was forced into Sasuke's mouth, effectively silencing the teen. Kabuto breathed a sigh of relief, massaging his temples. "That's better."
"I'll leave you to it then," Orochimaru said happily, clapping his hands. "Remember," he added, pausing at the door to look pointedly back at his trusted assistant. "I want him broken in spirit, not physically. At least not permanently," he said with a smirk. "Feel free to traumatize the boy all you wish. They only said no harm to befall him physically." With a casual wave of his hand, he exited the cell with the comfort of knowing the job would get done.
Grinning, Kabuto turned back to the blond at hand. "Time to play Uzumaki." He tossed a sadistic smirk over his shoulder at the straining raven teen. "Enjoy the show."

Back and forth, back and forth. There was a path being worn into the tile floor of the tech department as Shikamaru paced franticly. His mind was going a mile a minute, analyzing every little detail, and trying to find a link, a clue, a hint. He stopped suddenly in the middle of the room, hands flying to his loose raven hair, tangling in the messy locks that would have normally been pulled back in a tight ponytail. So detached from the outside world, and trapped in his own mind, he didn't even notice the second body enter the room.
This was how Kiba found the resident genius; surrounded by his equipment, going over everything to do with Naruto and Sasuke from them being taken, every bit of information on their family, friends, and enemies. He was trying to put the pieces together and figure out where they were, or even how to boost the signal to find them with the tracker Naruto wore, and driving himself insane in the process.
"Shika?" Whether the Nara heard him or not, Kiba didn't know. The genius continued muttering to himself, fingers still tightly woven into his usually silky hair. "Shika, this isn't healthy," he tried. He could hear the fear and desperation in his own voice. "You need to stop. You need to sleep and eat. You're completely strung out."
"No!"
Kiba sighed with relief. "So you can hear me," he confirmed, but there was no answer. Instead he watched as Shikamaru began pacing again, following the same path he'd already worn into the floor. "Shika!" the tracker yelled in exasperation, moving to put his body in the Nara's pathway.
Once he'd reached the end on the room, Shikamaru turned and started back, but this time he slammed into something solid. He stumbled back, nearly falling if his roadblock hadn't caught him. "Kiba?" he said, blinking in confusion and shock. "When did you get here?"
A tan hand ran through the spiky brunet hair. "I've been here for several minutes trying to get your attention," the Inuzuka explained. "Shika, you need a break. I know you want to find them, but it's not all on you." On closer inspection he could see the dark circles under the drooping chocolate brown eyes making his chest tighten uncomfortably at the sight.
Shikamaru shoved weakly at Kiba, but strong arms wrapped themselves around him, hugging him into the broad chest. "But I know I can do this," he protested, struggling against the hold. "The clues are there, I just need to sort them out. I'm missing a connection someplace," he shouted. He could feel tears prickling the corners of his eyes. "Fuck!"
"Shika!" Kiba could see the genius was on the edge of a complete mental breakdown.
"No!" the Nara yelled, wrenching himself out of Kiba's arms. He missed the warm and comfort almost immediately. "I can do this! I just need to think." He gestured wildly with his arms, trying to get his point across.
Grabbing the Nara, Kiba used every ounce of strength he had, and wrestled the agent into a nearby chair. "Sit!" he commanded, keeping a constant pressure on Shikamaru's shoulders so the teen couldn't escape. "You're going to burn yourself out. Just relax." The tan hands began to move, gently at first, but grew firmer and more sure, massaging the knotted muscles.
"Kiba, I don't have time for this," Shikamaru protested, even as his shoulders sagged, and his head fell forward. The fingers kneading his tense muscles felt like heaven, and he never wanted it to end. He melted under the attentive care of his lover.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Kiba straddled his lovers' lap and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "How does that feel, Shika?" he asked, still kneading the knots the best he could. He kissed down the pale throat, nipping lightly at the skin. "Do you like that, hmm?" He shivered when Shikamaru moaned in his ear, the dark head of hair falling back.
"Please, Kiba." Shikamaru's tune had changed. The hands slid down from his shoulders, trailing over his chest and down his stomach to the hem of his shirt. He knew Kiba was just trying to distract him, but it was working.
Slipping his hands under the dark green shirt, Kiba teased every inch of the delicious creamy skin he could touch. It wasn't enough, he needed more. He ripped the shirt up and over Shikamaru's head, completely removing it from his person. "Shit, Shika," he moaned, helping his lover rid him of his own useless garment. "I need you. Fuck, I need you so bad right now."
Shikamaru panted heavily, loving the feeling of Kiba's skin against his. Their bare chests pressed against each other, moulding them together. Tangling his fingers in the short spikes, he pulled Kiba into a needy kiss. He felt his mind slow, his thoughts became comprehensive, no longer a constant stream of unending information he couldn't keep up with and sort through.
The kisses exchanged were breathtaking, each different than the one before. Some were sweet, and tender, making Shikamaru melt in Kiba's arms. Others were fierce and possessive, Kiba claiming his lover as his, marking him.
So relaxed, the final piece finally clicked home. Shikamaru leapt to his feet, forgetting Kiba straddling his lap.
There was a sharp gasp, and Kiba suddenly found himself dumped on the floor in a half naked heap, his butt stinging, and Shikamaru standing over him, mouth hanging open. Before he could even question the Nara, the younger agent was gone, sprinting out the door and down the hall yelling that he had the missing piece.
"Shikamaru! Get back here!" Grabbing their shirts, Kiba scrambled to his feet, chasing after his wayward boyfriend.
"I miscalculated," Shikamaru yelled back at him. His pace didn't slow, weaving through the hallways. He burst into the first stairwell. "I need to talk to Tsunade right now. This changes everything!"
Just as confused as before the chase had begun, Kiba continued to run, mumbling a prayer to any deity that could hear him that no one saw them. The gods must have been angry.
Kiba skidded through the door of the Hokage's office, stopping just short of colliding with his half naked and panting lover. They were surrounded by several of their colleagues. He cowered under the intense glare directed at them, but Shikamaru didn't seem to feel it, or wasn't even aware.
"I got it!" Shikamaru announced, struggling to catch his breath after running down two floors, and halfway across the base. "It was a job. Orochimaru used Sasuke to get to Naruto. He doesn't want Sasuke, he was just an added bonus for quick cash and an in to Naruto's life."
Tsunade stood quickly, leaning forward on her desk. "First off," she started, narrowing her golden eyes. "Do I even want to know why you are both shirtless and out of breath." She received simultaneous shakes of the head. "Right, more importantly, who is Sasuke being sold to?"
Accepting his shirt from Kiba, Shikamaru tugged it on with a quick word of thanks, and sank into the closest chair. "That's easy. The hard part is getting him back."

A metal table was hauled into the small cell by Kabuto's two lackeys, leather restraints hanging from the various metal loops set into the tabletop and legs. Naruto's bindings were cut away, the chains removed and dropped to the floor. The blond was roughly manhandled across the room even though he didn't struggle or even protest. Kabuto was disappointed in his new toy.
Sasuke watched horrified as his boyfriend and protector was bent over the end of the metal table. He wanted to close his eyes, but couldn't bring himself to look away. It was his punishment, being forced to watch the love of his life suffer. He firmly believed that it may as well have been at his hand. He was to blame for their current predicament.
Each leg was attached to one of the table legs, leather cuffs wrapped tightly around the ankles, and thighs, forcing Naruto flush against the framework. A long leather strap ran across his shoulder blades, forcing him face down against the cold metal surface, his arms folded and bound behind his back. With all movement restricted, he felt exposed, and strangely bare spread out before his captor.
"So beautiful," Kabuto murmured, pushing the tight shirt up and exposing the tan skin. "So smooth and flawless, I can't wait to sink my claws into you. I will break your mind, and your body will be Orochimaru's. A tool to use and command." He ran his fingers over the perfect skin, annoyed with the lack of response from his victim, but loving the hate filled glare from across the room. "If I'm lucky, he'll let me use you for my own personal needs in the future as well."
Sudden understanding flashed through the dark onyx eyes as clothing was ripped off the tan body, and Naruto's heart broke. He didn't want Sasuke to watch the pain he was about to endure knowing it would hurt the young boy more to see than it would for Naruto. The tatters of cloth were dropped to the floor, unfit to be worn later, and Naruto resigned himself to his fate of being nude until Orochimaru found him worthy to be provided with otherwise.
Sasuke knew in that moment what was in store for them - what he was about to be forced to bear witness to, and he did something he had never done in his life. He screamed. The long agonized howl that echoed through the room made Naruto's blood run cold.

Hope that was a little more to taste.
The next chapter is going to contain torture and other disturbing imagery. I will put up warnings when it starts and ends for those who are squeemish or do not want to read that sort of thing.
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