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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
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Author's note: Originally I had something else planned to post this week, but I'm currently fed up with life in general and my general tiredness and aching shoulders, so instead I decided to start working on an idea I had for a while now. So consider this somewhat self-indulgent? I don't know, I'm tired *throws hands up*
Also this will be a two-shot, because again I'm going to indulge myself for a bit.
Warnings: Kiba's pov; Alternate universe; mentioned murder; sugar daddy Sasuke (oh yes, we're going there, people); lingerie; established slash; implied age difference
I hope you'll like this first part!
Part 1
"I think I have found a way to get closer to Uchiha."
That one single sentence attracted the attention of the entire room at once and had all of them instantly turning away from their screen, staring at Yamato, who cleared his throat.
"What kind of way?" Ino demanded. "How much success do you think it'll have?"
"Let him explain," Kakashi said calmly, but his eyes were slightly narrowed and he rightened his mask absently.
"After the last failed infiltration attempt," Yamato started and everyone grimaced, "I realised that infiltration is not the way to go. At least not infiltration from our side." He turned his computer screen around to show it to them.
On it a photo was shown of a young blond man with bright blue eyes, lightly tanned skin and some faint scars on both his cheeks. He sported a mischievous grin and was dressed in a tight orange shirt and fitting, slim jeans.
"Who's that?" Ino asked intrigued, leaning forwards.
"You're looking at Uchiha's boy toy, I guess you could call him," Yamato said dryly. "His name is Uzumaki Naruto, a student at the local university. Twenty-one years old and became involved with Uchiha around nine months ago."
Ino snorted and crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. "Yeah, I'm willing to bet a month's pay that Uzumaki found a sugar daddy in Uchiha. Twenty-one years old, still at university, yet he's involved with Uchiha? Screams sugar daddy to me."
"Whatever the proper term is," Kakashi interjected, "how will this guy help us out?"
"Infiltration from our side didn't work, but he's not going to suspect the guy he's involved with of working with the police," Yamato said and tapped the screen. "Why try to get someone from our team infiltrated in Uchiha's inner circle when we can get someone who's already close to him?"
"How are you going to convince him?" Kiba asked and frowned, clasping his hands together and letting them dangle between his knees. If that guy was really together with Uchiha, why would he want to cooperate with the police then?
"I did some digging in his background. Turns out he's studying law and seems interested in joining the police force according to his social media," Yamato explained and for the first time since they had taken up this horrible case, his eyes had a shine to them. "That tells me he doesn't have any clue what Uchiha is doing. I doubt anyone interested in justice like this guy is would willingly affiliate himself with a criminal."
"It is true that to the outside world Uchiha appears to be a very successful businessman," Shikamaru agreed, slumped over in his chair like usual. "If their relationship is one that indeed revolves around money and gifts, then there wouldn't be any need for Uzumaki to know Uchiha's actual business."
"So we go up to this guy and try to convince him to work for us?" Kiba said thoughtfully, staring at the picture.
The guy looked so innocent even with the mischievous grin plastered across his face that he had a hard time imagining him being involved with a shady son of a bitch like Uchiha. Where on earth had they even met each other when one was just a university student and the other one a wealthy businessman – and a top criminal to boot?
"If he's really intent on working for the police force, we could offer him a spot after graduation if he agrees to help us out," Kakashi suggested. "Would be a good way to impress the boss even: a rookie helping to take down one of the worst criminals we've dealt with so far."
"Well, what other choice do we have?" Ino sighed and rolled her shoulders. "Problem is: can we really trust this guy? Last thing we need is a repeat of the Sai incident."
"Only one way to find out," Kakashi stated.
That was that then. They had found their new way to finally take down Uchiha.
The Uchiha family demanded respect throughout the entire country – except for the police force, their force, who knew better than to trust those perfect smiles and their almost unnaturally perfect looks.
The Uchiha were nothing but criminals, ones who had reached the top of the shady underworld, no doubt about that, but still criminals. They had their hands in everything it seemed like: weapon sale, drugs, prostitution, money laundering … At the surface they were an innovative company with a focus on medicine and robot prosthetics; focuses that awarded them with applause, respect, grants and actual awards for their designs. The company had been led by Uchiha Fugaku up until three years ago, when he had decided to take a step back and leave the company in the hands of his two sons: Itachi and Sasuke.
The two brothers appeared to be very respectable men; their good looks gaining them the favour of many a swooning women and even men and magazines jumping up and down to interview them. Their charm and wits had them wrapping everyone around their fingers and their good eye for business saw profits soaring and the company expanding.
When one looked beyond the surface, however, and dared to dive down into the depths, they discovered how ruthless the Uchiha brothers actually were, willing to literally walk across corpses to get what they wanted. The police knew of at least five dead bodies that could be linked to the shady business of Uchiha, but with no proof – neither of the actual murders nor of the shady dealings themselves – it was impossible to pin the murders down on them.
Their wealth and connections ensured that they could afford the best lawyers, so the team needed to tread carefully if they ever wanted to see the two brothers end up behind bars. One wrong move and they could end up on the wrong side of the court bench.
They had tried to infiltrate twice, but both times had ended in a giant failure. The first one, Sai, had been a tad too convincing in his act and had ended up double crossing them. Only Ino's quick wits and reflexes had ensured she was still with them and not riddled with bullets on the floor of the ocean.
Seven months later they had tried again with Haku, but somehow he must have slipped and blown his cover. Two months after infiltrating in the business, he had been found dumped in an alleyway, his hands cut off and a single bullet through the head.
They always said that the third time was the charm, but neither of them was willing to risk either being betrayed again or losing another partner. Yet infiltration was their only hope of ever gaining enough evidence to arrest both brothers.
Which brought them to their only option: the guy who acted as Uchiha's sugar baby.
As Kiba watched Uzumaki order a coffee from the pretty barista, he wondered once again how a student had managed to get involved with one of the most ruthless criminals of the past century. Had they met through some sort of dating app? He snorted quietly, darkly amused at the thought of Uchiha using his smartphone in the midst of his shady dealings to swipe left or right on an app.
Akamaru looked up briefly but when he noticed his partner was still seated on the chair, the dog lowered his head again with a quiet whuff.
The team had decided that Kiba would have the most luck at trying to convince Uzumaki to work for them. Both he and Ino were the youngest, but Ino tended to be rather forceful and the last thing they wanted was to scare Uzumaki off. So it was down to him and Akamaru to convince the guy.
The second Uzumaki accepted the cup and turned around to leave, Kiba stood up as well and patted Akamaru's head gently. The large dog rose up quietly and padded after his master, following him out of the small coffee shop.
Uzumaki was fumbling with a pair of black headphones – none too cheap ones, after a quick look at the brand – and Kiba approached him casually, keeping his hands half tucked in the pockets of his jacket.
"Excuse me, are you Uzumaki Naruto?"
At once the guy looked up and frowned. "Who's asking?"
"Inuzuka Kiba," Kiba introduced himself and quickly flashed his police badge. "I'm with the police. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"
"Depends on what the questions are about," Uzumaki said warily.
"About Uchiha Sasuke. You're involved with him, correct?" Kiba smiled thinly. Akamaru sat down next to him, his gaze switching between his master and the blond guy, assessing the situation.
"The bastard?" Uzumaki said surprised. "Huh, what do you want to talk about?"
Taken aback by the unexpected insult – did Uzumaki actually have the balls to call Uchiha that to his face? – Kiba replied, "Just a couple of questions. Do you mind if we go somewhere private? It's not exactly a conversation to be had on the middle of the street."
Uzumaki frowned again. "No offense, dude, but I don't know you, so you can forget about me going anywhere with you."
Which, fair, Kiba conceded. He supposed he would be suspicious as well if a police man tried to talk to him about someone he was involved with.
"What about the park? Lots of people around at this time of the day so you won't have to be alone with me," he proposed.
Uzumaki still didn't look entirely convinced, but after a short bout of silence he nodded curtly and they set way for the park which was just one block away, Akamaru following on Kiba's right side. They walked in silence, Uzumaki occasionally taking a sip from his coffee and keeping some distance between them. He had a backpack slung across his shoulder – a black orange one – so he was most likely on his way to class.
At the park they settled on a bench near the entrance and across a field where some primary school students were having a football match; their gym teacher standing at the side with a whistle around his neck.
"All right, what do you want to talk about?" Uzumaki asked bluntly, dropping his bag between his legs. "Fair warning, I have to be in class in less than forty minutes so make it quick."
"How did you and Uchiha meet?" Kiba asked promptly. They had decided this was the first question that needed to be answered.
Yes, as a law student it was doubtful Uzumaki would willingly date a criminal, but then again, people could surprise you. Perhaps Uzumaki didn't mind Uchiha's shady side as long as he kept plying him with gifts.
Blue eyes blinked, the man obviously taken off guard by the question. "Oh, eh, it's rather silly actually. He was looking for a birthday present for his mum in a store I happened to be working at back then and I helped him out. After my shift I bumped into him in the mall and he jokingly said that if we met for a third time that day one of us would have to buy the other one a drink."
Uzumaki chuckled, his eyes glittering, as he recalled the memory. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he went on, "Coincidentally I saw him again later that night in a pub. He was there with his brother but hadn't seen me, so I went up to him and told him we saw each other for the third time so he had to buy me a drink." He shrugged, a bit bashful and bit down on his lower lip. "Afterwards he ordered a taxi for me to bring me back home and asked me out. And that's it."
That was such a mundane way of meeting someone, Kiba had a hard time picturing it actually happening. Or at least that it had happened with such a hardened criminal as Uchiha.
"What does it actually matter how I met him? Why is the police interested in that?" Uzumaki asked and the suspicion was back in both his voice and in his eyes.
"How much do you know about Uchiha?" Kiba asked, ignoring the question.
Uzumaki pursed his lips together and for a couple of seconds it looked like he would refuse to answer. An explosive sigh left him then and he shrugged. "That he's an amazing businessman and that he works for one of the most influential companies in the last couple of decades. That he donates to charities and that he can whine like a baby when the temperature in the summer gets too hot." He smirked briefly before sobering up. "What does it matter anyways? You still haven't answered my question."
Well, time to find out how willing Uzumaki was to help them out.
Taking a deep breath, Kiba lowered his voice and said, "Uchiha isn't exactly who you think he is, Uzumaki-san."
"What are you talking about?" Uzumaki furrowed his eyebrows; his coffee forgotten for now.
"Uchiha is … He does business in the underworld, quite a high ranking criminal actually. He has dealings in the weapon trade, drugs, money laundering, you name it, and the Uchiha have a hand in it," Kiba started but before he could continue, Uzumaki laughed sharply, shaking his head.
"Yeah, right, like I believe that," he snorted. "Pull the other one, yeah? It has bells on it."
"You can believe me or you don't, but it's the truth," Kiba said quietly and Uzumaki stared at him, narrowing his eyes slightly. "We've been trying to get him pinned down for at least five murders, not including the other charges of drugs and weapons trafficking and money laundering, but so far we haven't been able to find even a single scrap of proof."
"Maybe that means that there isn't any proof to be found and you're focusing on the wrong guy," Uzumaki suggested annoyed.
"Look, I know you don't like hearing this of someone you're involved with, but it's the truth. Your lover is responsible for at least five deaths and a murder attempt on my colleague, on top of selling drugs, laundering money and trading weapons," Kiba said bluntly. "And that's just the tip of the iceberg. We wouldn't be spending nearly six years on building a case if we had nothing to go on. You're a law student, you should know what it means when a police starts an investigation."
Uzumaki remained silent, staring down at the ground.
"I know this is a lot to take in at once," Kiba said, a tad apologetic. "And believe me when I say we're not fond of involving civilians in our cases, but we need your help."
"My help with what?" Uzumaki raised his head again, his lips pursed together and his eyes dark.
"With gathering proof. Uchiha and his brother are smart and they won't slip up around people they don't trust," Kiba stated. "But I bet Uchiha trusts you. Enough to have you visiting him at his office and staying at his apartment, right?"
Uzumaki coloured red and remained stubbornly quiet, but he didn't need to say anything. They had managed to take several pictures of Uzumaki entering the main office of the Uchiha cooperation at various times in the week, always leaving together with Uchiha afterwards. More pictures of him walking into the apartment building Uchiha called his home, often not leaving for several hours.
Even more pictures of the two men out and about, doing mundane things like going out to eat at a restaurant or shopping, sharing kisses and looking like the perfect picture of a couple in love. If Uchiha wasn't a criminal, Kiba would have even said Uzumaki had landed the jackpot by ending up with this guy.
"We're not asking a lot of you," Kiba reassured him. "All we need you to do is bug his apartment and his office so that we can listen in on his conversations. That's all you need to do."
"So just bug the place and that's it?" Uzumaki asked sceptically.
"That's it," he confirmed. "Nothing more, I promise."
It would be a lot more than they had managed to get so far, though. Sai had ended up betraying them and Haku hadn't even got to the point of being able to bug their offices, having been found out long before that.
Uzumaki was their best chance at gathering information. He was already trusted by Uchiha, so he had free access to the offices and Uchiha's own apartment – both places where highly sensitive information might be traded. Uchiha would suspect any newcomers, but he wouldn't be suspicious of his own lover or sugar baby or whatever their relationship entailed.
If he didn't trust Uzumaki, there was no way he would allow him into his apartment or his office; if they wanted to finally have any sort of proof, they would need Uzumaki's help to get it.
"You're allowed to refuse, of course, but my boss has already promised a spot for you at the precinct once you've graduated," he added, hoping the promise of a position would be enticing enough to convince Uzumaki.
"Just like that? I'll be able to work at the precinct after graduation and all I have to do is bug the place?" Uzumaki inquired incredulously.
"Just like that." Kiba nodded, resting his elbows on his thighs. "You have no idea how long we've been trying to find enough proof to put him behind bars, Uzumaki-san. I know you like him, but you have no idea just how terrible he can be. We wouldn't be asking this of you if we had any other choice."
"It's just … Sorry, but I have a hard time believing that he's really a criminal," Uzumaki muttered, fiddling with his right sleeve. "I've never – he's never given me the impression that he's anything more than a businessman."
"And I understand that," Kiba said hastily. "That's how he and his brother present themselves, but I promise you, we're not chasing ghosts here. The proof we have so far is not enough to bring him in for questioning, let alone ask for a search warrant or even put him behind bars. I get that you like him, but … He's not only a criminal but a murderer as well. The longer he and his brother walk free, the more chance that more people will end up losing their lives. I know we're asking a lot of you, but will you please help us out?"
Uzumaki gazed at him, his eyes still filled with suspicion and denial, but there was doubt too as the blond started considering all that Kiba had told him. Maybe he was remembering all those times Uchiha had left him in the middle of the night to close a drugs deal or the times he had arrived at their dates later than normally because a weapon trade had taken longer to finish.
For now he might still be on Uchiha's side, but he was clearly starting to doubt everything Uchiha had told him. Kiba could work with that, that small seed of doubt that had just started blooming in Uzumaki's head. Even the smallest hint of doubt could be enough to get Uzumaki on their side or at least willing enough to help them out.
"Fine, I'll help. But only to prove that you're wrong," Uzumaki said determinedly. "I don't know who killed those people, but I don't believe Sasuke did it. So I'll put some bugs to prove that you're looking at the wrong person."
Kiba grinned. "If we do turn out to be wrong, I'll be the first to offer my apologies."
Not that that was going to happen. All that would happen, was Uchiha and his brother finally going down.
And all that because Uchiha couldn't keep it in his pants.
Uzumaki got his chance to plant the bugs not even a week later. He placed one in Uchiha's office and one in the living room of his apartment. Wherever he had managed to hide them, the sound was excellent, picking up even the tiniest of sighs, which made Kiba and the rest of the team delirious, excited to finally be able to catch Uchiha saying something indiscriminatingly.
That excitement lasted a whole two weeks before it slowly started petering out as so far none of the conversations could be considered to contain anything indiscriminating. They knew they would have to be patient, but it was hard to remember that after listening for hours to boring business talk and discussion of sales and numbers. Kiba had never been interested in anything that dealt with numbers, so listening to Uchiha discussing sales with his brother was boring at best and absolutely mind numbing at worst.
"Anything interesting?" he asked upon entering the room where Yamato stood up and stretched his arms with a groan.
Ino was typing on the computer, headphones still on, and a concentrated frown on her face. Her dark red lipstick had become smudged and three empty mugs had been dumped on the table behind the computer.
"Nope, Uchiha's been working quietly for the most part. He did have a discussion with his brother about potentially hiring new people for the HR department, but that sounds actual legit and not code for something else," Yamato answered with a sigh. "I'm going home to catch some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah, good night," Kiba muttered and took Yamato's abandoned seat, Akamaru lying down next to him. He dumped his thermos on the table next to him and grabbed the headphones, settling down to listen to Uchiha for the next several hours.
Apparently Uchiha was in the mood to work late tonight, even though it was Friday evening, because at half past eight he was still at his office, diligently typing away at his computer. No phone calls were being made and no meetings being held, so Kiba could only listen to the rhythmic tapping on the keyboard and Uchiha's quiet breathing, occasionally interspersed with the very faint sound of traffic.
The tapping on the keyboard had lulled him into a daze apparently, because the sound of a door opening on Uchiha's side startled him so much he nearly fell out of his chair, earning him an irritated look from Ino.
He offered her an apologetic look and sat up straight, wondering who the hell would visit Uchiha this late in the evening still. His brother perhaps? Would this finally mean a breakthrough? After all, what other sort of business could be conducted this late at night?
His heart speeding up slightly, he leant forwards, concentrating on what he could hear through the headphones.
"Only you could still be working this late on a Friday evening no less," Uzumaki spoke and Kiba jerked in surprise. What was Uzumaki doing there so late?
"Well, I have a business to run. You don't become as successful as my brother and me if you stop working at four in the afternoon every day," Uchiha replied lightly, but the tapping on the keyboard halted.
"Snob," Uzumaki shot back, but the word was fond.
A 'thump' followed, as if something was dropped on the floor and Uzumaki went on, "Obviously got your text. You said you got something for me?"
"Hm, got you a present," Uchiha confirmed.
Uzumaki laughed. "I know you're supposed to be my sugar daddy and all, but that doesn't mean you have to keep plying me with gifts every week, you know?"
"You really are a horrible sugar baby," Uchiha said amused. "Anyone else would be jumping up and down to get buried underneath gifts."
"Well then, you're free to find yourself another sugar baby if I'm not good enough," Uzumaki sniffed, sounding offended.
"Why would I when I'm more than satisfied with the sugar baby I have now?" Uchiha audibly smirked and Kiba shuddered.
God, this was one conversation he really didn't want to listen to, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice.
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
"Perhaps not, but would a gift get me somewhere?"
"Depends on what it is," Uzumaki teased and footsteps neared; the young man approaching Uchiha supposedly.
"Why don't you open it and see for yourself?"
Rustling of paper followed the light-hearted comment and a lid was removed from a box presumably. Whatever was in it had one man – probably Uzumaki given he was the receiver – gasping aloud.
"You bought it after all!" Uzumaki said stunned. "I can't believe – you actually went back to the store and got it for me?"
"Don't think I didn't see you staring at it for so long," Uchiha retorted. "Of course I went back and got it for you."
"But the price tag …"
"Anything that can make your face lit up like that is worth its price," Uchiha assured him.
"God, if he wasn't such a coldblooded killer, I would be fucking jealous right now," Ino muttered. "I need to find myself a guy who's okay with spending so much money on me."
"You don't even know what he bought for Uzumaki-san," Kiba remarked with a snort.
"From the sounds of it, something expensive, which is not something a lot of guys are willing to do," she huffed and crossed her arms. Aloud, she mused, "Maybe I should get myself a sugar daddy too. Only you know, not a top ranking criminal of course."
He shook his head, a tad amused despite everything, and focused on the conversation between Uchiha and Uzumaki again.
"Can I try it on now?" Uzumaki asked eagerly.
"Why do you think I called you here for?" Uchiha answered and there was the smirk again. "Go on, let me see how good you look like in red."
Footsteps hurried away, a door opening and closing. The tapping on the keyboard resumed, Uchiha back to working on whatever document he had pulled up. He stopped typing the second the door opened again, however, and his hum was appreciative as he took in however Uzumaki looked like.
"Yes, just like I suspected: you look amazing in red," Uchiha said and his voice turned down a notch lower, growing a tad more husky and oh hell no, Kiba really didn't want to listen to what was going to happen next!
"Can't we mute this for now?" he pleaded quietly and while Ino grimaced in return, she shook her head silently.
Which great, it meant that they were most likely going to be forced to listen to Uchiha fucking Uzumaki and now he wished he had taken the earlier shift anyways. Listening to boring analysis was a million times better than listening to Uchiha fuck his boy toy in his office.
Had Uzumaki completely forgotten that he had bugged the place? Didn't he care that at this moment the police was listening or did he think they stopped listening after a certain hour?
"Come closer so that I can get a better look at you," Uchiha demanded and shuffling sounds indicated that Uzumaki was doing as he was told. "Look at you, look at how great this hugs your body. Do you like the feeling of it, hm? Tell me, how does it feel like?"
"Seriously, do we need to keep listening to this?" Kiba hissed.
"Kiba, shut up," Ino snapped.
He slumped back in his chair, resigned to listening to what had to be the most uncomfortable recording ever.
"… like air hugging me," Uzumaki was saying. "Soft and light at the same time."
"It's definitely hugging you in all the right places," Uchiha purred and there was a snapping sound as if he had pulled back at something before letting it go.
Probably whatever Uzumaki was wearing, because the blond man squeaked in surprise.
"Come sit on my lap," Uchiha ordered. "Do you like what I bought for you?"
"Yes, daddy, I really like it," Uzumaki replied coyly and it was all Kiba could do to keep his dinner in his stomach.
"Why me?" he muttered in quiet despair. "What did I do wrong to deserve this torture?"
"You decided you wanted to be sneaky and get out of listening to boring business discussion. Now you're stuck with this so deal with it and shut your trap, Inuzuka," Ino hissed; her eyes practically shooting daggers at him.
"Why don't you show me how much you like my present?" Uchiha suggested lowly.
Which Uzumaki proceeded to do. Very enthusiastically. And very loudly. And a lot of times. Like a lot.
Kiba would be impressed by their stamina if he wasn't so horrified right now.
He was never, ever going to take boring business talk for granted anymore.
AN2: And now I can officially cross 'Sugar daddy' off my list! Mind, this isn't the only idea I have which deals with a sugar daddy Sasuke, but figured I would test the waters with this one first. Next part will turn dark, so be prepared!
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 the next part! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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