If: Sorry this took a bit longer to get out, I had a minor case of writer's block. But now I'm good and this story should keep on rolling like it used to. Things are starting to pick up. The plot is thickening!! (I always wanted to say that)
Warnings: boys feeling other boys up, cursing
Review replies: HanChan- Mucho gracias for the review. You might be surprised by who Sasuke's after. He he he... anyways. I hope you like this new update!
The ringing of Naruto's phone startled him out of watching his boyfriend (?) breeze through Guitar Hero on Hard. Gaara was currently on a seriously sick note streak on YYZ. The red head had steadily worked his way career mode on easy, and medium and was now about five songs away from finishing it on hard. Ever since Naruto had brought the PS2 and the Guitar Hero over the Monday (it was now Tuesday) after the Friday they had technically gotten together, Gaara had been playing it. Naruto had thought that it would be a fun game that they could play together (he had two guitars after all) but no such luck. Ever since Gaara had gotten his hands on the game he had been so focused on beating it on all levels of hardness that he had totally forgotten that Naruto existed.
Naruto's phone rang again. Picking up his phone as Gaara finally finished YYZ, Naruto indicated to him to turn down the volume as he noticed Gaara had once again gotten a five star rating. Grumbling to himself, Naruto flipped his phone open.
"Hello?" he said.
"Uzumaki!" his superior shouted, causing Naruto to hold the phone away from his ear and wince.
"Yes sir?" he asked politely.
"We've found Uchiha Itachi," the man on the other end of the line said. Naruto instantly straightened, sitting up from his slouch.
"You did? Where is he?" he asked anxiously.
"Phoenix," his boss replied.
"He's detained in Phoenix?" Naruto asked, excited by the prospect of having Itachi to use as bait to catch his brother Sasuke.
"Not exactly, Uchiha Itachi is dead," the man replied. Naruto was shocked. Itachi was dead? "We found his corpse approximately three days after he had been murdered. It was pretty gruesome. He was shredded Uzumaki."
"Do they know who did it?" Naruto asked, dreading the answer.
"Yes. He didn't bother to cover any of his tracks. It was Sasuke, Uzumaki," the man said. Naruto flinched; he felt Gaara's eyes on him, watching his every move.
"Should I go down there?" Naruto asked. He didn't really want to leave, but he was most likely going to have to. There was a silence on the other end. "Sir?"
"Do you want to catch Uchiha Sasuke?" the man asked.
"Of course!" Naruto nearly shouted.
"Then get your ass down here!" was shouted back at him. His superior slammed down the phone and Naruto could only hear beeping for a moment.
"What crawled up his ass?" Naruto muttered, put off by the way his boss had acted. Turning to see if Gaara had started the next song, he found the red head staring at him, Naruto found it slightly disturbing.
"Are you leaving?" Gaara asked. Naruto pouted but nodded. Gaara sighed, putting down the guitar and scooting over to the blond before snuggling into his side. Naruto smiled at his red headed beauty and wrapped his arm around him.
"I have to go to Phoenix to check out the murder of one Itachi Uchiha," Naruto said after a moment of comfortable silence. He felt Gaara stiffen momentarily but the red head quickly relaxed.
"Itachi Uchiha?" Gaara asked, tilting his head to look at Naruto. Naruto chuckled.
"I know you know him, you stiffening up just now was proof enough," Naruto said. Gaara scowled. "His brother Sasuke seems to have finally murdered him."
"Why would his brother want to murder him?" Gaara asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Because Sasuke thinks that Itachi murdered his entire family," Naruto said, affectionately kissing the top of Gaara's head.
"Why would he think that?" Gaara asked, once again playing dumb.
"Because he got home just in time to see his brother slaughter their parents," Naruto said, his grip tightening on Gaara. Gaara's face became thoughtful. Looking at Naruto, and then at the stack of papers he had been neglecting since the blond had molested him, he came to a decision.
"When are you leaving?" he asked, seemingly changing the subject. Naruto glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
"I'm going to see if I can't catch a flight in a couple hours," Naruto said. "I should probably go see when the next one is."
"Don't bother," Gaara said, earning him a confused look from the blond. "I'll get my computer and we can see when the next one is."
Gaara slipped out of Naruto's embrace and padded across the floor to his computer. While he was coming back, he clicked on one of his many shortcuts. Sitting next to Naruto, Gaara scrolled through the airport's schedule. Seeing a flight in about three hours, he looked for available tickets and found that there were four available, two in coach and two in first class. Reserving the two in first class Gaara turned to ask Naruto if the time was alright.
"Why did you book two?" Naruto asked and a light blush dusted Gaara's cheeks.
"I figured I'd go down with you… I have to do some business anyway," Gaara said, not looking at the blond. Naruto's smile was as wide as it could possibly get. Instantly Gaara was in a bone crushing hug.
"I love you!" Naruto exclaimed, his mouth once again running away from him. Gaara stiffened again, but relaxed eventually, figuring that this was how Naruto normally was.
"… Right…" he said, trying to tug the blond's arms off of himself.
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The flight had been boring, and the drive to Gaara's siblings' house had been long. Naruto had fallen asleep in the car, and Gaara had driven in relative peace. He had convinced the blond that it would be easier if he just staid with Gaara and his siblings for however long he was going to be in Arizona. Naruto had jumped at the chance to live with Gaara, even if it was with Gaara's siblings too. It greatly amused Gaara that Naruto was so enthusiastic in his affection. Gaara's cell rang.
"Hello?" he asked, turning his music down to hear the person on the other end.
"Tonight, the Green Bird, Richard Glease," the voice on the other end of the line said.
"Don't you think it's a little presumptuous of you to send me out the day I get to Arizona?" Gaara asked, irritated by the man on the other end of the line.
"No, and you'll want to do this one," the man said. Scowling, Gaara finally relented.
"Fine… anything I need to know?" he asked petulantly.
"Yes… you're going to want to wear something… pretty," the man said. Gaara's scowl deepened.
"Fine," and with that Gaara snapped his phone shut. "Jackass."
Naruto stirred out of his slumber as Gaara pulled up into the driveway of his siblings' house. Glancing at the blond as he stretched, Gaara couldn't help but think how cute the other man looked.
"Hey there," he said as Naruto finished rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Smiling at the red head Naruto leaned over and gave him a kiss. Gaara blushed prettily and Naruto's smile became more soft and loving.
"Hey," he said. He looked out the windows and noticed that they were parked in front of a rather large house in a rather ritzy neighborhood. "Wow… this is you siblings' place?"
"Yeah… they said it was just right," Gaara said, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening his door. Naruto hurriedly followed him. Gaara popped the trunk to his BMW and grabbed his bag of clothes and attaché. Naruto grabbed his suitcase and shut the trunk.
"… Naruto," Gaara said as they stood in front of the door. Naruto turned to him and cocked his head to the side in a silent question. "I'm warning you right now, my sister's going to jump on you, and my brother… well… words won't be able to really capture what he'll do to you…"
Naruto winced, suddenly worried. "Um… why are they going to do these things?"
"… Because you're my… boyfriend…" Gaara said hesitantly. Naruto beamed at his now official boyfriend and would have hugged him if the door hadn't of been opened at that exact moment. Both boys were startled to see a man with a spiky ponytail and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth answer the door. Gaara scowled.
"You…" he growled. Naruto bounced up to the other man and tackled him to the ground. Gaara's eyes widened and he looked up from his boyfriend and his sister's fiancé to see his brother laughing at his soon to be in-law's plight.
"Shikamaru!" Naruto exclaimed, nuzzling into the other man's shoulder. "What are you doing at Gaara's siblings' house?"
Shikamaru grumbled something about troublesome blonds. Gaara rolled his eyes and Kankuro fell to the floor laughing. Naruto just turned to give his boyfriend the cutest, most confused eyes ever. Gaara was instantly suckered into answering Naruto's question.
"Shikamaru," Gaara spit the name out. "Is my sister's fiancé."
"Oh," Naruto said. He slowly got off of the other boy and held out a hand to help the poor guy up. Shika looked to find his cigarette being snubbed out by one pissed off looking blonde. Sighing and looking heavenward, Shika waited for the oncoming wrath of his fiancé.
"What have I told you about smoking in the house Shikamaru?!" the blonde screeched. Shika put a finger in his ear, clearly used to this sort of raving. "You're not supposed to smoke in here! You'll set off the fire alarms!"
Shikamaru sighed. Naruto was trying to valiantly hold off snickers and Kankuro was having a hard time breathing he was laughing so much. Gaara glared bloody murder at his sister's fiancé. It seemed that Temari knew she was getting nowhere with Shika and thus turned her attention to the cute blond stranger that her brother seemed to have brought with him.
"Who are you?" she asked Naruto. Naruto was too busy trying to stop giggling to answer, so Gaara did it for him.
"This is Naruto," he said. "The FBI agent that has been stalking me for just over two weeks."
Temari mouthed an 'Oh' and winked knowingly at her brother. Naruto took this chance, now that he had calmed down and stopped giggling, to latch onto one of Gaara's arms. Gaara handed his attaché case to his sister so he wouldn't drop it.
"I'm Gaara's boyfriend!" Naruto enthusiastically proclaimed. The room was silent for a moment before Gaara slapped his free hand to his forehead. Temari snickered and Kankuro was giving Naruto the evil eye. Shikamaru scoffed.
"Boyfriend Naruto?" Shikamaru asked skeptically. Naruto flushed but nodded his head fervently.
"Yes, he's my boyfriend," Naruto told the brunette. Shika mumbled something akin to 'troublesome' and his fiancé glared at him.
"What did I tell you about that word?" Temari said her voice deathly cold. Shika winced.
"What word?" the lazy genius replied, earning him a smack to the head.
"You know very well what word I'm talking about!" Temari screeched, digging in her claws for a long argument. Gaara watched in amusement until he noticed that Naruto was no longer clinging to him, how he hadn't noticed before was beyond him. Putting his bag on the ground, near Naruto's discarded suitcase, he started to search for his boyfriend. Peering into the living room he found said blond, who was apparently getting a 'talking to' by his overprotective brother.
"You will not touch my brother in this house," Kankuro was telling the scared blond. "You will keep your hands to yourself. You won't even think inappropriate thoughts about him, do you hear me?"
Naruto nodded. Kankuro smirked, pleased that he was instilling fear into the blond before him.
"Good. If Gaara tries to initiate anything you will find a way to say no without hurting his feelings, I will not have you deflowering my brother unless you're going to marry him," Kankuro said. Naruto's eyes were wide and Gaara tried not to laugh at the expression on his boyfriend's face. "You will not hurt my brother. You will not take advantage of him. And if you ever break his heart I will hunt you down and castrate you with my bare hands. I will make you wish that you were never born, do I make myself clear?"
Naruto nodded hastily, not wanting to piss off Gaara's scary brother. Gaara couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed at the predicament his boyfriend was in. Both Kankuro and Naruto looked over at him.
"Sorry," Gaara said, trying to hide his mirth, which he found was exceedingly difficult as Naruto hesitated and held himself from jumping onto the red head. Kankuro smiled at his handiwork.
"He's staying in here, on the couch," Kankuro said firmly. Gaara glared at his brother.
"He's not staying on the couch," he argued. "Why can't he stay in the guest room?"
"Because that's where Shikamaru is," Kankuro explained. Gaara smiled at that comment.
"Don't you think you're going a little bit overboard?" the red head asked. Kankuro shook his head in the negative.
"I will not have some guys defiling my siblings under my watch!" he exclaimed. Gaara snorted.
"Naruto will stay in my room," Gaara said. Kankuro glared at his brother.
"Are you undermining my authority?" he asked.
"Yes," Gaara said, sending his brother a truly evil glare. Kankuro backed off, a little afraid of his brother.
"… Fine. That doesn't mean I like it though," Kankuro said, slightly pouting.
"I don't care," Gaara said. He motioned for Naruto to follow him. "Come on Naruto, let's get you settled."
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The red head tugged at her skirt, it was entirely too short, but it was just the right length to get into the club. Scowling at the club and the line to get in, the red head adjusted her top. The clingy red material complimented her hair and dipped in a low V, showing off her practically non-existent cleavage. The black mini barely covered her shapely ass and showed off her sinful legs. Her pale skin was as pale as milk and as silky as satin. The stiletto heels she was wearing were starting to hurt and she had only been wearing them for twenty minutes. Sighing to herself, she started to walk to the club, only to be stopped short after noticing the 'couples only' sign. Cursing and kicking at the curb the red head turned to leave. The moment she turned though, arms wrapped around her waist. Whirling around to see who had dared to touch her, the red head's eyes went wide.
"Well, I certainly didn't expect to see you here," the man said, smirking at the red head's response to his presence. He let his hands trail up her thin arms and then down them again, before moving to grip her waist, pulling her to him. The red head was too stunned to resist him. Snapping to her senses she broke out of his gentle embrace.
"You son of a bitch! What the hell do you want?" she yelled at him, pissed beyond all belief by his presence. The man smirked, his thin pink lips curling faintly upward. He swept some of his black hair out of his face as a gust of wind swept the oddly cut hair into his eyes.
"I was hoping to find you, actually," he purred. The red head sneered at him, disgusted by the man before her. "I figured you'd come here, especially after what happened to… you know who."
The red head's sneer deepened. "You're sick, you know that?"
The man with black haired smirked. "I know, but you're not much better, now are you?"
The red head's mouth snapped shut, unable to deny the claims laid before her. The man approached her once again and slipped an arm around her waist.
"Let's get you into that club," he said, tugging her towards the entrance. The red head disliked the way he was handling her, and lord knows she didn't want his hands on her but it was the only way to get into the club to do her job. "I'm sure you have a job to do in there."
The red head stomped on the pompous man's foot, causing him to curse, but as they reached the entrance to the club she leaned into him and wrapped her own arm around his waist. The man leaned over to press his lips to the red head's cheek. Flinching, the red head didn't show any other dislike of the man as they stepped up to the bouncer. The big beefy bouncer looked at them and smirked before pulling the velvet rope away to allow them to enter. As they passed by he felt up the red head's ass. Turning, she smiled and winked at him before being pulled into the club by her 'date.'
The pounding bass took a moment to get used to but the red head took no notice of it, she whirled to face the black haired man and shoved him. The man's eyes went wide before he could control his reactions.
"You bastard… what do you want? You already dumped me once, why the sudden change in heart?" she hissed. The black haired man stepped up to the fuming red head and gathered her back into his arms, knowing that she couldn't protest too much without giving up her cover.
"I told you, now that he's out of the way, I have time to pursue other things," he spoke into her ear.
"I won't be your next obsession!" she protested, squirming in his grip and making it look like she was moving to the music and not trying to desperately get away from the man who had crushed her hopes once.
"You don't get a choice," he hissed, grabbing her ass as she moved. Gasping the red head gripped onto his shirt, hating that his hands still made her feel hot.
"Let go of me Sasuke," she growled, getting angry with the Uchiha who held her so close.
"Never, Gaara," Sasuke replied. He squeezed his hands that were still on the red head's ass and caused Gaara to moan and clutch onto him tighter.
"Excuse me," a stuffy man, who looked rather like a butler, said interrupting the moment between the two of them. "Mr. Glease would like you two to join him."
Gaara sent one final glare to the last Uchiha, indicating that he had to help him keep his cover before nodding in consent to the stuffy man. One of Sasuke's arms staid wrapped securely around Gaara's waist as they followed the stuffy man towards Richard Glease.