Five and a Half- or maybe six and a half- Years Ago
Naruto ran a hand through his damp hair as he waited for the concierge behind the desk to find his reservation in the computer. The sky had opened up as he'd left the train station leaving him soaked and chilled in the cool air conditioned lobby of the five star hotel. With his target rotting at the bottom of the Tama River his mission was officially complete and if the kid behind the counter could actually manage to find his goddamned name he could get upstairs and catch some sleep before dinner.
The piano wire he'd used to strangle the old drug dealer was still wrapped around his wrist, barely hidden beneath the cuff of his leather jacket. His jeans were stiff and cold against the skin of his legs and he could feel his socks squelching between his toes inside of his boots. All together, he was extremely uncomfortable and if he could only get up to his room where his bags were waiting he could change into something dry. The blond looked up to glare at the kid who was still clacking along on the keyboard of the computer. His code name was about as simple as it could get: Yamada. What kind of idiot could fuck that up?
"Are you having issues?" He finally asked gruffly, ignoring the nervous smile the boy flashed him. The clacking picked up speed and soon the quick clicking of a mouse joined the din. The impatient sighs of the people behind him in line seemed to agitate the boy even further.
"Um...yes sir. I'm new you see, and the computers are rather temper—
The front doors banged open and for a moment Naruto thought it was only a gust of the almost gale force wind, but one glance told him otherwise. He swore under his breath as an entire brigade of officers came pouring into the lobby, tracking mud and water across the already dirty travertine. It just wasn't his day.
"We're looking for a suspect," the one in charge called as he strode towards the counter, looking stiff and self important in the way that only ranking officers could. "We've got a basic description of a male, early to mid-twenties, small stature with black hair."
Naruto snorted, because if that didn't describe about eighty percent of the male Japanese population he didn't know what did. The officer gave him a dirty look but the effect was lost when he had to crane his neck to look up at him. Height. It was moments like these that made hitting his head all the time worth it. Naruto casually shoved his hands into his jean pockets, giving the other man a little shrug before turning back to the newbie working the desk.
"You found my reservation yet?"
"Oh, uh, ye- yes, sir. I've got it right here. Yamada Naruto, you'll be staying for two nights in room—
"Lieutenant!" one of the other officers called. "There, by the elevators!"
Half the lobby who'd been listening to the ruckus turned to find a rather petite young man in a fitted trench coat with a small black bag in hand pressing the elevator call button. Noticing the sudden silence the man turned around.
And Naruto was stunned. Never before had he seen such deep, dark eyes. A pale hand reached up to brush aside midnight blue bangs as those onyx orbs scanned the room, a frown playing across the man's face.
"Can I help you all with something?"
The deep voice seemed to break whatever spell had been cast over everyone and the officers sprung into action, some of them actually running across the slippery tile to corner the poor guy against the wall.
"Stop right there!"
"I haven't even moved," the man pointed out, a slender eyebrow quirking as he shifted his weight.
One of the officers latched on to his arms and began trying to cuff him. Naruto stepped towards them, noticing how the raven haired man winced in pain as another hand clamped onto his upper arm. Reason would dictate that he stand back and shut up considering that he had a knife in his boot, a gun in his belt, piano wire on his wrist and a forged passport in his room. But Naruto had never been one to listen to reason, so why start now?
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled, storming over. "He hasn't done anything!"
The lieutenant growled as he watched the tall blonde race over. "We're arresting a suspect, now stand back."
"He's just trying to get up to his room!" Naruto protested, noticing how those dark eyes were now solely focused on him. His heart fluttered in his chest as he stared back into eyes that seemed to be darker than the night sky itself.
"He fits the description," the lieutenant barked as the officers began dragging their 'suspect' away.
"So do half the guys in this place!" he said, gesturing widely. "If you arrest him, you need to arrest the guy behind the desk!"
The kid let out a strangled yelp as he grabbed the marble top of the desk for support, looking like he was about to faint. "I...I just work here. My mother made me apply, I swear! She says the responsibility with help—
"Do we need to drag you down to headquarters as well," the officer threatened, red faced as he advanced on Naruto, his hand going for a pair of cuffs that were hanging on his belt.
The eyes of everyone in the room were on him, watching the little drama play out, but he only cared about one pair in particular.
"No, but you do need to calm down and think this through," Naruto said calmly, trying to keep his voice steady. "He didn't enter through the main doors, he's not tracking in water, and his hair isn't damp. He either hasn't been outside, or he's been here long enough to dry off. He's not your guy."
The officer's eyes narrowed, but Naruto could see the realization in those grey orbs and knew he'd won.
A smile broke out across his face as he clapped the man on the shoulder. "Don't worry Lieutenant; I'm sure you'll catch your guy!"
The other officers looked lost for a moment before the lieutenant sighed and called them off with a bark of a command.
"Let's get going," the officer growled. "We've wasted enough of our time, and these people's."
The dark eyed man was released and the police began clearing out, looking unapologetic as they did. Naruto waited until they were gone until he looked back, only to find his little damsel in distress disappearing into the elevator.
"Hey you bastard!"
He saw a smirk break out across petal pink lips as the doors slid shut.
Five and a Half- or maybe six and a half- Years Later
Sasuke grumbled to himself the entire way to the downtown core where his target was staying in one of the city's many luxury hotels. His Mercedes tore through the Friday evening traffic leaving honking in his wake. The fishnet shirt he was wearing was beginning to itch his sensitive skin and not for the first time he cursed leather and its inability to breath. The only reason he even owned the damned pants was because Naruto had gone through a bit of a leather kink in the earlier years of their marriage and Sasuke- although he'd never admit it to anyone even upon pain of death- had been eager to please.
According to the information he'd found on his desk yesterday morning his target was a middle aged man who was heavily involved in the mob. And, it just so happened had a bit of a BDSM fetish. The riding crop he'd grabbed from his father's stables was hidden under the backseat in case Naruto had decided to borrow his car for whatever reason and a pair handcuffs were stuffed away in his favourite black bag alongside a knife and a silencer to match his gun. Seeing as leather left little to the imagination and mesh wasn't exactly meant to hidethings, he'd need to bring his bag along with him.
While Naruto was under the impression that his entire family had died in a fire while he was sleeping over at a friend's when he was six, they were actually alive, and doing quite well in fact. The Uchiha compound was hidden away far out in the country and acted as the Main House for the half of the clan that had moved to America. Fugaku had made the move to the States when Sasuke had immigrated, while Itachi had stayed behind in Japan to preside over things there. While his father might not have approved of his life choices, he respected them- or well, he didn't nag at least. Respect might have been going a little too far.
He'd also thought that following his youngest son across the world to 'keep an eye on him' presented a great business venture. America was basically the centre for all Western civilization and home to some of the greatest crooks in the world. Needless to say, once word had gotten around that the famous Uchiha were setting up shop, business had boomed. Fugaku had taken with him about twenty of his actual operatives and left the rest to Itachi. Their numbers had since swelled with American members and a few Japanese-Americans who had old family ties to the Uchiha. All other agencies were forced out of business as the Uchiha came onto the scene and blew them all away- figuratively, and literally. Fugaku had thought that they needed to make a statement so he'd sent out Sasuke and a few others to eliminate the competition.
Six years later, all that was left were the Uchiha…and Leaf. Sasuke's mouth turned sour at the mere thought of those pretentious, unprofessional morons.
He pulled into the underground parking lot and slid into the first available spot. According to his notes he was to go to the penthouse for seven o'clock sharp. It was six-fifty, meaning he was a little short on time, but he doubted prostitutes were known for their punctuality.
He flipped down the visor and checked his reflection before he grabbed his trusty fitted trench from the backseat along with the riding crop and his little black bag. He got out, shoving the keys into the glove compartment before he did, and slammed the door shut, the noise echoing throughout the silent complex. His boots clacked against the concrete as he made his way over to the elevator and pressed the call button, pleased when the doors immediately opened to admit him.
He knew distantly, as he pounded down the button, that it was sort of sad how his entire marriage was based upon lies. What kind of husband lied about his entire family burning alive in a fire? When they'd first started seeing each other Naruto had said that he liked how Sasuke could understand the pain of losing his family. It was one of the first things they'd had in common- and it was all a fucking lie. He couldn't exactly tell his husband that his father (who was really alive, along with his mother and elder brother) was the leader of a major cooperation that was really all a cover for an underground organization that specialized in assassination. Lying had been the only choice available to him, but that didn't make him feel any less like trash.
He idly slapped the riding crop against his thigh as the elevator pinged and he was let out into a waiting area. He walked down a short hallway to find himself greeted by the bodyguard he'd been informed of. He was a large man, standing on the other side of the room with his back to an armoured door. According to his information his name was Zabuza and had garnered himself quite the reputation for taking out anyone who dared to even look at him the wrong way.
"Are you Ryuu?" the man asked gruffly, his hand going to the gun at his side.
Sasuke resisted the urge to grimace at the name and instead pouted as he sauntered over.
"Of course, who else would I be? Or are you expecting any other...entertainment tonight?" He asked with a slightly cross look on his face. "I'm up for anything, but threesomes are extra. Unless of course," he hesitated, reaching out to delicately run his fingertip over the man's pec. "You would be the one joining us?"
He glanced up at Zabuza through his bangs, letting his finger trail down to his abdomen. It was no secret that Zabuza had a thing for younger men, but it just so happened that he'd married his long time boyfriend a few months back.
"J-Just get in there!" The man growled as he turned to unlock the door. He practically tossed Sasuke through it once it was open and slammed it shut behind the raven.
"The offer still stands," he called, chuckling quietly as the man slammed something- probably his fist- into the door.
The hallway he was in was painted a deep red and lit by candles that'd been set on a single side table.
"I'm in here darling," a voice called from the other room.
Sasuke rolled his eyes at the pet name but made his way down the hall and into the main sitting room. Gato was sitting astride the white couch waiting for him, his suit jacket tossed on the floor and his tie loosened.
"Oh, baby," the man growled. "You're beautiful."
Well, you sure as hell aren't, Sasuke thought. The picture in his file had been bad, but compared to what he was looking at, apparently it'd actually been flattering.
"Champagne?" the old man asked, gesturing to the bottle and two flutes set on the coffee table.
Sasuke put on his most coy smile. "I'd love some."
Gato smiled back as he went about pouring their glasses before he patted the space on the couch beside him. "Come sit darling. I won't bite. Well, not yet at least."
The raven sat down and slid close to the man, ignoring the strong smell of cologne as he cuddled up to him.
"Oh," he giggled, taking the glass that was passed to him. "I think I'll be doing most of the biting tonight."
The weapons dealer smiled lewdly and quickly downed his glass before slamming it back down on the table. Gato practically dove at him and Sasuke was forced to set down his glass before he dropped it as Gato attached himself to his neck, sucking on his pulse point like some kind of leech.
"Not yet," the raven teased as he pushed the larger body away and stood from the couch. "We've barely even gotten started," he sulked as he undid the belt of his trench to reveal the fishnet and leather covered body beneath it.
The coat dropped to the floor as it slipped from his shoulders and he leaned over to grab the riding crop that he'd set down, giving Gato a nice view of his ass as he did. Before he could even straighten up two hands had grabbed his butt and Gato was grinding up against him. Sasuke resisted the urge to gag and instead let out a moan as the hands continue to grope him.
He didn't get paid enough for this shit.
He felt a bit of pleasure as he took the crop and slapped it across Gato's leg, enjoying the sound as he yelped in pain.
"Not yet," the raven said as he turned to face the man, a sly pout upon his face. He shoved the man back until he collapsed onto the couch. Gato watched him as he picked up his black bag.
"A little bag of tricks eh?" the man said, his voice rough with arousal.
"You've got no idea," Sasuke chuckled as he struck out at him again. The sound of the crop connecting with flesh echoed through the room and Gato was moaning as Sasuke straddled him.
"You've been a bad boy," Sasuke murmured as he trailed his tongue along Gato's jaw.
He was going to have to wash out his mouth later.
The man moaned again as the raven nipped at his ear. "Yes, I've been such a bad boy."
"I know," the younger man said seductively as he trailed the riding crop along Gato's chest before he swung out and it connected with a wrinkled cheek. "And I'm going to have to punish you."
"Yes," man groaned, his arousal grinding into Sasuke's thigh. "Please. Punish me."
The raven leaned in again, pulling off Gato's tie and ripping open his shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. A pale hand reached out to pull off the glasses perched on a stout nose before tossing them aside to land on the carpet. He nuzzled the man's neck as he ground back against him, his free hand now clasped around the handle of his favourite knife.
"Oh, don't worry baby. I'll punish you so well."
"Do it," Gato begged, his voice getting steadily louder.
"Mhm," Sasuke nodded, his crop tailing over the once muscled chest that had wasted away with the years. "Such a naughty boy."
"So naughty," Gato agreed, his eyes slipping shut as he was pressed into the back of the couch.
"Yes," Sasuke said, wrapping his arms around the man and leaning in close. "Such a bad boy, trading weapons with the mob in Uchiha territory."
"Ye— what?"
Gato only had time to open his eyes before Sasuke slit his throat dispassionately. With the deed done Sasuke climbed off the gurgling man, wiping his knife on a throw pillow as he began gathering his things. Gato tipped over on the couch, blood still flowing from the clean cut and staining the white material, his eyes rolling in their sockets are he struggled to breathe in vain.
Sasuke glanced over at the patio, noticing the fire escape. It'd be easier than going past Zabuza again. He'd just circle back to the underground parking and get home before Naruto even knew he'd been gone. The raven nodded to himself as he zipped his bag and bent to pick up his coat. As he did, Gato's fading eyes caught his own.
The raven smirked seductively, leaning in close, his lips ghosting along the dying man's own as he whispered: "So naughty."
TBC.
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