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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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New chapter! I know, it took me forever to get this out, but I've been busy. For those interested, I am doing a collaboration with the very talented fadedlullabyes(Xiophelia) called New Years Kisses, Two Near Misses. Go check it out!
And on with the show.

Not Alone
For hours, Sasuke and Naruto had been huddled in the far corner of the cell. Not long after Kisame had been led from the cell, Kabuto had left with Orochimaru and his cronies. But the promise of a new round of pain and suffering remained.
Sasuke was certain his boyfriend was suffering from a few cracked ribs, perhaps even broken after the beating. It had stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. Despite his better judgement, currently he was sitting in the agent's lap, his back against one wall, Naruto's against the other, while he listened to the stubborn blond agent struggle to suck in shallow gasping pants. At first, he'd refused to occupy Naruto's lap, afraid he'd cause more damage, but his stubborn, idiotic, protective boyfriend had pulled him into his lap leaving no room for argument.
"You may have a punctured lung," the Uchiha finally said breaking their companionable silence. The pale fingers reached out to tangle in the matted, messy blond spikes. He massaged Naruto's scalp and neck and smirked when the older man leaned into his touch with a content expression.
Enjoying the unexpected affection, Naruto hummed in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. "Both lungs are fine. My chest just aches a bit, so it's hard to breath. That's all, I swear."
Tan arms tightened around the slender body, the toned muscles flexing under the porcelain skin at his touch. Bright crystal blue eyes regarded the younger man. The concern was touching. They were imprisoned in a tiny concrete cell surrounded by enemies there for their torment, and with only a day or two until their impending separation, Sasuke was worried about him. Naruto was so proud of how much the younger teen had grown.
Sasuke pursed his lips, the corners tugging down in a frown. The lights were dim in the small room, but even in the low light he could see the bruises littering the caramel skin and the pained expression. The once brilliant eyes had dulled. They were still bright, but not full of life like how Sasuke had come to know. The only good that could be gleaned from such an observation was that Naruto had yet to give in, and Orochimaru was yet to win. The fire and fighting spirit was still swirling in the depth of ocean blue.
"Nar..."
"Shh... S'uke, just sit with me," Naruto whispered. His head tilted back against the concrete wall behind him and his eyes fell shut as the pale hand of his boyfriend travelled down to his chest and gently caressed the bruised skin and muscles.
Before his eyes, the strained features slowly softened, and Sasuke felt a rush of relief. At least he could provide this small comfort, even if it was only temporary.
The rapid struggling breaths slowly evened, and the cerulean eyes fluttered open. Naruto offered the younger man a small smile. "Don't look so sad, S'uke. Enjoy these moments and remember to always keep this piece of me with you," he said placing a large hand over where his crystal was hidden beneath the thin t-shirt.
A slender hand was placed over the larger one, the corners of Sasuke's lips twitching before the ugly truth hit. "Naruto, whoever paid for me is coming tomorrow," he spat with disgust. His fingers tightened around the larger hand. "We will be separated, and I may never see you again. Do not get it? This time tomorrow, one or both of us could be cold in our graves. How do you expect me to sit back and enjoy the mo..." The teens rant was cut off by an insistent pair of lips.
Sensually massaging Sasuke's lips with his own, Naruto smiled into the kiss. Eventually, he pulled back when the need to breathe became too great, and rested his head against the pale brow. "Whoever this mysterious person is has gone to too much trouble, and paid an exorbitant amount of money for you. They won't kill you," he murmured. His warm breath fanned over the pale cheeks. "I promise."
The slender arms tightened to painful proportions around the muscular battered body. At a nearly inaudible level, Sasuke whispered "but that doesn't mean you..." He didn't even get to finish his sentence.
"Orochimaru's been after me for years, so it's safe to say he wouldn't kill me," Naruto promised. "I'm too valuable to him. I swear."
Sasuke looked sceptical but didn't say a word. Naruto knew more of the underworld and the dealings of crime lords. It was his job after all. "I have a secret agent boyfriend," he mused. Images of gadgets being used naughtily came unbidden to his mind and he shivered.
Thinking Sasuke was cold, Naruto hugged him closer, wincing slightly at the pressure on his bruised body. "Is that just sinking in now?" he asked with a small chuckle.
"Maybe," the younger teen muttered. He studied the scarred face. The angry red lines stood out against the caramel skin. The pain and fatigue was easy to read, the sensitive skin was dark beneath the bright eyes. "You need sleep. And don't argue with me," he said, holding his hand up when he saw Naruto was going to interrupt him. "I want you to rest now. We have a bit of time, right? So sleep. I'll take care of you."
Seeing that his young charge wouldn't be swayed, Naruto nodded and settled back against the wall. Not wanting Sasuke to feel burdened by him, he pulled the smaller body closer, cuddling him to his chest. "You too then. The door'll wake us. I know you haven't slept either."
Since he knew it was a pointless argument, they both needed rest and would fight the other, Sasuke gave in. If it meant Naruto would sleep, he would go along with him. "Fine."

Naruto didn't know how long he'd been out for, but his eyes shot open at the creaking of the cell door being opened. Warily, he watched two guards enter, Kabuto at their heels. Glancing down at the body in his arms, he noticed Sasuke was still asleep, the pale face anything but peaceful.
"On your feet, Uzumaki," Kabuto ordered. A malicious smirk crossing his face at the sight of the sleeping form huddled in his prisoners arms. "Should I wake sleeping beauty?"
With the greatest care, the LEAF agent slowly stood, Sasuke cradled gingerly in his arms as he laboured not to wake the younger man. He could tally the number of hours Sasuke had slept on one hand. It was better to leave the boy asleep. "Please don't. I believe whoever is purchasing him would be very angry if he were exhausted."
Kabuto scowled at the blond agent. Though he didn't want to admit it, his prey was correct in his assumption. "Fine. Put him down and let's go," he snapped.
Grateful, Naruto knelt and laid Sasuke out on the floor. Hopefully the young teen wouldn't wake before he returned, but it was probably just a dream. He regretted how panicked his boyfriend would be when he woke alone in the cell.
While he was still crouched, he quickly shed the boxers he was wearing and toed them underneath Sasuke's legs as he stood. If he wore them out of the cell, the scrap of clothing would only be ruined, most likely ripped off his body. Having that little amount of modesty while he was alone with Sasuke was nice. Sasuke's offering had been greatly appreciated.
Nude, he stood before his tormentor awaiting judgement. The guards moved forward and seized his arms, but he put up no resistance as they dragged him from the cell. Truthfully, he appreciated Sasuke would no longer be subjected to his humiliation and torture. The younger man's mind had already been tormented enough. It was a little shocking that the untrained mind had held up so well and for this long.
The journey was short. Only a few doors down, Naruto was dragged down the cold hallway, the one light mounted on the wall they passed flickered like something out of a bad horror movie. The hum of the electricity could be heard as it sputtered, the only other sounds the patter of his bare feet and the click of the guards boots on the concrete floor.
The base was clearly underground just as Naruto had suspected and feared. The layers of concrete and stone were preventing the tracker hanging around Sasuke's neck from broadcasting a signal that could be traceable.
Hauling the stumbling, badly beaten LEAF agent down the darkened hallway, the guards led him into a poorly lit room three times the size of the small cell. They didn't even pause, dragging him across the floor stained with unidentifiable body fluids to the far wall. The large room was devoid of any furniture or decoration other than a set of chains hanging from the ceiling and a pair of shackles bolted to the floor.
No confirmation needed, Naruto knew what was in store for him. He scoffed. Kabuto was going easy on him; playing with him. The man was sick and twisted.
The tan arms were lifted high above his head, a guard on each side shackling his wrists to the chains hanging from the high ceiling. The vaulted ceiling served one purpose and one purpose alone; better acoustics for his pained screams and desperate pleas. Each ankle was locked into the manacles on the ground, his limbs stretched out, his nude body forming a crude X. The tan flesh of Naruto's back was presented as a blank canvas, the muscles rippling under the bare skin as the tired body was pulled taut and strained. Even the slightest movement was hindered, his muscles and tendons screaming in protest.
The sound of the door closing echoed through the cavernous room but the agent wasn't fooled. If he strained his ears enough, he could hear the nearly inaudible movements of his tormentor behind him.
Like a razor down his skin, the sharp biting pain lancing through his body, he felt Kabuto's latest selection for his torment tearing through the tender flesh of his back. The agony brought upon him preceded the telltale crack echoing through the room as the instrument of torture broke the sound barrier.
The sharp cry that rang out was music to Kabuto's ears. The fruits of his efforts bounced off the cracking grey stone walls with each strike.

As awareness slowly crept into the youngest Uchiha's mind, the first thing that registered was the loss of warmth. The familiar heat that should have been surrounding him was missing. Sasuke's eyes flew open with the realization, his body jolting upright. All the blood rushed to his head, and out of reflex, his hands shot up to cradle his head as his vision blurred and a wave of light nausea broke over him. It passed soon enough, and the Uchiha cursed under his breath.
The blurry inky eyes scanned the room, his vision slowly coming back, but even out of focus, he knew he was alone. Naruto was gone. Panic swept through Sasuke. The small body plastered to the wall, eyes wide with fright, jaw set, every possible situation, and many unfeasible, flooded his mind as his imagination ran wild.
It was possible that while he slept, someone had entered the cell to put him under while they moved him, separating him from Naruto, or whoever had paid for his capture had retrieved him early. But soon the logical part of his mind kicked in. The bloodstain on the concrete floor from the first night he and Naruto had been locked in their cell was his first clue. He hadn't been moved. Naruto had been taken.
Sasuke was on his feet in seconds of his revelation. Fists pounded against the doors while he shouted demanding answers, his voice bouncing off the walls of the empty concrete cell. After ten straight minutes of screaming and throwing his body at the door, the Uchiha slumped to the ground defeated. Either no one could hear him through the thickness of the door, which was very possible, or the guards just didn't give a damn about the little rich brat locked away.
Mind caught in a frenzy of thoughts and emotions, Sasuke's breathing began coming in harsh pants. His eyes clenched tightly, legs hugged to his chest, and his face buried in his arms and knees. The young man struggled to contain his panic, but Naruto's words came flooding back to him. He needed to be strong, not only for Naruto, but for himself. He was an Uchiha, he was better than this mindless panic and fear, and would face anything they threw at him. Slowly, his palpitating heart slowed and his breathing evened out. He wouldn't let Orochimaru or Kabuto win.
Time wore on, and though only half an hour passed at most, it dragged on for what felt like hours to the young Uchiha. To distract his mind, Sasuke began reciting the periodic table. It was something time consuming. Itachi had memorized it years ago, and to show that he was just as intelligent as his older brother, Sasuke had memorized it as well. He was only up to lead when the sound of the lock echoed through the room. Sasuke was already on his feet as the door swung open. With narrowed eyes, he watched the only entrance warily.
Two guards entered the cell, the limp body of Naruto dragged between them. Without care, they released their hold, and he fell to the floor in the middle of the tiny room. Naruto grunted softly as his battered body collided with something soft and warm. It took a great amount of difficulty, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into the familiar inky black eyes of Sasuke.
The wind was knocked out of Sasuke when Naruto's body collided with his. The added weight of the limp body proved too much, and stumbling backwards, the Uchiha collapsed barely managing to keep his head from hitting the cement floor.
"S'uke," the beaten agent murmured. A bloody hand came up to cup a pale cheek, and Naruto offered a weak smile.
Arms tightening protectively around the larger body, Naruto's skin felt strangely slick with a warm liquid, and the usually smooth plain felt rough. The older man's wince or the bloody hand didn't escape his notice. Pulling one hand back as the cell door slammed shut, Sasuke stared in horror at his crimson stained porcelain skin.
"Nar, you're..." he trailed off as he craned his neck to see the ugly marks of a whip crisscrossing the tan skin. The inky black eyes widened in horror and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.
Suddenly, Naruto felt the warm body beneath him disappear, and arms lowered him to the concrete floor. He hissed as the cool ground came in contact with his bare skin.
Sasuke scrambled across the floor to the pile of rags that used to be Naruto's clothing. With trembling hands, he sifted through the small pile for even a scrap that was clean. His mind was screaming at him. All his fears surfacing as he replayed the last few days. The image of Naruto bleeding out wouldn't leave him. But on the surface he was the embodiment of a true Uchiha, calm, cool, and collected.
"S'uke," Naruto called softly. He knew the younger teen well enough by now that despite his outward appearance of complete indifference, the boy was slowly losing his mind. "It looks a lot worse than it feels, I promise." He offered another weak smile but based on Sasuke's expression, he wasn't even sure it helped ease the younger man's mind.
Crawling back across the stained floor, the young Uchiha knelt at Naruto's side with the few small pieces of cloth he'd managed to recover held tightly in hand. Slowly and methodically, he began to wipe away the blood freely flowing from the deep wounds littering the broad back. He worked in silence, the sound of Naruto's laboured breathing filling the air. Only three scraps had been deemed worthy enough, but already, the third was nearly saturated.
The sound of the lock clicking open broke their peaceable quiet. Oddly, instead of swinging open to reveal the cruelly smirking visage of Kabuto, or even the guards, the door only opened enough for a thin body to slip through.
For a moment, Sasuke lost his composure, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening to what could be considered impossible proportions due to his half Asian heritage. All too soon the expression was wiped away and replaced with one of pure fury.
"Get the hell out," he hissed. The glare levelled at the man invading their brief moment of privacy would have made his brother proud. He took the defensive, crouching over Naruto's abused body with determination burning in the dark eyes. It almost appeared as if they had a red tinge under the dim lighting. "I think you've done enough damage. Just leave."
"S'uke..." Naruto choked out in shock. With great effort, he craned his neck to see who Sasuke was reacting so adversely too. "Sai..."
The rogue agent stood in the shadow of the partial open door, a small medical bag clutched in his hand. "I figured you could use a patch up," he smirked, but there was a slight waver in his voice that had Naruto blinking in surprise.
"It's much appreciated," Naruto murmured. The bright eyes never left the thin form of the man who had betrayed him, still wary of what he could do.
"Naruto!" But Sasuke's protests were silenced by a gentle hand on his thigh.
Naruto didn't know why, but he wanted to trust his old friend. Maybe there was more to Sai's desertion than met even the trained eye. "You don't have anything to treat me with, S'uke," he chided. His hand squeezed the jean clad thigh. "Let him help. We don't have a choice."
For once, Sai was having trouble gazing impassively back at the Uchiha scrutinizing him. The kid could possibly have a future as an agent if he so chose, though it was doubtable Naruto would ever allow that. But he was intimidating for a brat.
"Fine," the teen grudgingly agreed. He tentatively took a seat by Naruto's head. One hand began petting the blond spikes while the other held a tan hand, Naruto squeezing back. "But I don't trust him."
A low chuckle rumbled through the injured LEAF agent's chest. But even that minute movement made his body howl in pain, and he beat back the whimpers and groans. Instead, he squeezed Sasuke's hand as consolation and a reminder that everything he endured was worth the young Uchiha's life.
"I don't expect you to," Naruto finally conceded. After all, even he couldn't settle on whether it was safe to put his faith in Sai.
The quiet interaction and silent gestures between the two younger men were observed with mild curiosity as Sai unpacked the small bag of medical supplies he'd managed to swipe from Kabuto's office. All it really consisted of was a small draw string bag that he'd filled with antiseptic and clean cloths.
The blood Sasuke hadn't managed to absorb with the shreds of clothing was slowly absorbed as Sai tended to his former friend's back in a surprisingly tender and familiar manner. Not even for a moment did he hesitate.
"We have to get you out of here before you are no longer a fun toy," Sai stated. It was Sai to a 'T'. Blunt and to the point. He'd never understood the concept of subtleness.
The cell was quiet for a moment. The death grip Sasuke had on Naruto's hand was nearly breaking the tan fingers. He didn't trust Sai in the least. Naruto, on the other hand, was carefully analyzing not only the last few days, but the last few years.
"I've been thinking it over for a while, and I've come to a conclusion," Naruto finally said. He tilted his head to the side with a wince in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the older man patching him up, but his body protested and he gave up with a soft grunt. His head fell back to where it had been gingerly placed in Sasuke's lap. The pale hand still carded through his hair, and despite himself, he found the action soothing.
"All on your own dickless?" Sai teased, but Naruto didn't rise to the bait.
"It was a mission, wasn't it?"
Sai's body tensed and he didn't look up from his task. It was a barely noticeable flinch, but it was there. At first, he didn't even acknowledge the younger agent questioning him. "I'm not at liberty to say," he finally said after deliberation.
Naruto released a low breath he hadn't even been aware he'd been holding, and his grip tightened around the slender hand in his own. "I'll take that as confirmation," Naruto determined. "But you're going to blow your cover."
"Don't care. Our bond is far more important," the elder agent said firmly. His hands froze while washing away the last of the blood staining the tan skin. "You taught me that," he added softly.
An amused snort echoed through the cold cell. "And here I didn't think you listened." The two old friends shared a smile.
Clear of the crimson staining his tan skin, the lacerations on the broad back still bled, but the flow was sluggish. Without a word of warning, Sai unscrewed the lid of the antiseptic and poured it over the open wounds. Some of the liquid sloshed on the floor, but what hit the ugly gashes, marring the attractive caramel skin, bubbled and fizzed. Naruto howled in pain, his body arching up off the ground as his back burned as the liquid sterilized his wounds.
"So... what's the plan?" Naruto asked through gritted teeth. His grip on Sasuke's hand was crushing and the poor boy winced.
"It took me awhile, but I managed to weasel a bit of information out of Orochimaru and Kabuto, as well as the twins. It wasn't easy, but with the proper..."
"Sai," Naruto grunted in warning. They didn't have time for him to go into one of his long winded unnecessary explanations.
The dark eyes of the agent lit up. "Oh, right!" he said pleasantly. "The pickup is at oh fifteen hundred tomorrow, at which point you'll be separated." There was short pause to allow them both time to digest the upsetting information. "I still haven't managed to discover who the buyer for Uchiha is. Orochimaru is playing it close to the vest. That is the correct phrase, right?"
Naruto let out a short laugh. Sai hadn't changed in the least despite his time in SOUND, and it was good to see. "Yeah," he confirmed with a disbelieving shake of his shaggy blond head. "What time is it now?"
"Oh nineteen hundred."
Doing quick calculations in his head, the inky black eyes of the Uchiha widened in surprise. "That only gives us twenty hours," he breathed.
Sai nodded in confirmation. "I have to go. I'll be back around at oh two hundred." Packing away the soiled cotton gauze and nearly empty bottle of antiseptic, he headed for the door, and with a final lingering and wishful glance, he slipped out. The sound of the lock falling into place echoed through the small cell.
It was quiet for a moment before Naruto finally asked "Do you know what he was talking about? I never understood all that military time mumbo jumbo." He grinned sheepishly up at his boyfriend.
"Naruto!"

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