If: Welcome to chapter 7! I'm a little sad that at the review turnout, but that's ok. I don't require reviews for my stories, and I never will. I should probably mention that things will be taking a turn for the darker subjects from now on... We're walking down a tunnel, leaving the light behind us and not knowing if we'll ever see it again.

Warnings: Death! (kinda graphic), sexual situations

Review replies: HanChan - Yes! Score one for the authoress! You thought I was going to do one thing, and I totally did something different! Didn't see that one coming, right? I love twists. And no worries, you'll know exactly what Sasuke and Gaara are up to in this chapter. Mucho gracias for the review and the continued support!

Analei - Thank you for the compliment on my plotline! I actually have a plot line for this story... which is a major feat for me... and to hear that its good, makes me happy. Maybe I should plan my stories from now on. Thank you for lovely review!

Vocab: Human Trafficking - The migration of individuals within or across a national boundary for the purposes of labor, which may include sex labor, usually involving the coercion: deception, abduction, and debt bondage (Misery and Myopia, 2006)

Gaara, though upset beyond belief that his ex was here, nevertheless acted like they were like a couple. It was important that people believe that not only was he intimate with the Uchiha, but that he was a girl. If anyone suspected otherwise, he would be caught and that wasn't something he wanted to deal with. He could just imagine Naruto's face as the FBI man would find out that he had been at this club, with Sasuke Uchiha of all people. Gaara didn't know Naruto's connection to the Uchiha, but he intended on asking him when he got back home. This little 'mission' was going to be completed, and completed quickly, if he had anything to say about it. He just wanted to get out of this horrid outfit, go home and snuggle with his cute blond boyfriend.

"Gaara," Sasuke hissed into his ear, seeing as Gaara had zoned out for a moment. "Pull it together, unless you want to get caught."

Gaara scowled at the Uchiha, but then focused on walking. He took careful steps, making sure to step to the bass beat and sway his hips invitingly. Sasuke's hand drifted from Gaara's waist to his ass. The red head wanted to smack him, but knew that his cover would be blown if he did. So instead of smacking the raven haired man, he dug his acrylic nails into the man's back. Sasuke flinched but then just smiled at Gaara, squeezing the red head's ass. Gaara smiled back and leaned over to bite the Uchiha's ear, making sure to make it long and painful, but not hard enough to draw blood. Sasuke hissed and Gaara let go, finding that the two of them had reached their destination.

Richard Glease was a greasy beyond belief man. The man was slightly over weight, giving him a hefty look. He was wearing a polyester suit that looked like it had been smuggled in from the 80s. He was balding and yet there were at least ten women fawning over him. Gaara guessed that they were fawning over then man because that was their job. They were after all trafficked women. Richard Glease was a sex trafficker. He abducted poor, unsuspecting women from poor countries, where no one would miss them, and sold them to other, richer countries to be used as prostitutes in brothels. Essentially it was a slave trade. There were other forms of trafficking, like that of young children to be sold as slaves to work for companies or in households where they would be abused physically, mentally and sexually.

Glease grinned lecherously at the pair of them. Gaara reminded himself that he had to act interested in this guy, and part of his success was now resting on Sasuke, who had to act the same. Leaning over, his whispered 'follow my lead' into Sasuke's ear before giving the raven haired man a kiss on the cheek. Sasuke smiled and nodded his assent. Striding over to Glease, Gaara let his hand trail down the greasy man's arm as Gaara sat quite close. Sasuke stood in front of Glease and looked him over. Glease's grin spread. The big man stood up and motioned for the pair to follow him to a back room. The red head and the raven haired man smiled at each other before clasping hands and following Glease.

The room Gaara found himself in was white, very white. White walls, white bed, white sheets, carpet… you name it, it was white. Glease plopped down on the bed and stretched out, indicating that Gaara and Sasuke should join him. Gaara leaned over to the black haired man and whispered in his ear. Sasuke nodded in understanding as Gaara pulled away and sauntered over to the bed, Sasuke watching his ass.

Gaara put one knee on the bed and then put his other on the bed, straddling the greasy man. Glease's eyes glazed and Gaara knew that this would be a peace of cake. Nodding to Sasuke, he watched as the Uchiha sat on the edge of the bed by Gaara's knee and Glease's hip. Scooting up a bit, Gaara leaned down to nuzzle against the man's shoulder. He trailed feather light kisses up Glease's neck before latching onto an ear. Glease gasped out in pleasure and Gaara heard Sasuke unzip the man's pants. Letting his hands rest on Glease's chest, he let his right trail down Glease's stomach and up his own leg to his ass. Slipping his hand under the waistline of his skirt, Gaara grabbed cold steel, carefully watching Glease's face the whole time. The man was too caught up in his own pleasure to notice much of what Gaara was doing. As Gaara leaned forward, looking for all intents and purposes like he was going to kiss the grease ball, Glease opened his mouth. Smirking, Gaara whipped his Blacktail handgun out from behind his back and shoved it in Glease's mouth. The greasy man's eyes went wide and he tried to struggle, but found that Gaara's position wasn't for pleasure, but to hold him down, and the last Uchiha had his legs pinned. Tears ran down his face. Gaara merely smiled coldly and emotionlessly at the petrified man, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet instantly went through Richard Glease's skull and brain, bursting forth in a majestic spray of blood, brain matter, and bits of bone. There was blood seeping through the white pillow case, blood spattered on the carpet and wall, and even Gaara was decorated with a few specks. Blood was seeping into the bed, and eventually it would make its way through the box spring mattress and onto the carpeting below. The head board was spattered with bits of brain that were slowly succumbing to gravity and sliding down the white painted wood.

Gaara pulled his gun from the cooling corpse's mouth and calmly wiped it off on his black skirt before shoving it down the back of his mini skirt once more. Shutting Glease's mouth, Gaara carefully dismounted the corpse of the former sex trafficker. Standing on the ground he regarded his handiwork. The body of the former Richard Glease was lying in a room of white, even the man's polyester suit had been white, the only color in the room was now the blood spatter from the man's exploded skull.

"God… I forgot how hot it is to watch you work," Sasuke said, standing and walking to where Gaara stood assessing the situation. Hands ran up from Gaara's legs to his hips and the around to his back. Sasuke's embrace was almost disconcerting. The Uchiha got off on power and death, that much was obvious.

There was a knock on the door. Gaara shoved Sasuke away and the Uchiha cursed. Sliding up to the door, Gaara listened to a man (the butler like dude, he assumed) say that he was going to check up on Glease. Cursing colorfully, Gaara rushed over to the body.

"They're coming in to check on Glease," Gaara hissed at the black haired man. Sasuke scowled.

"Shoot them then," he replied. Gaara smacked him.

"Do you want the FBI all over us?" he asked. Getting back on the bed, and re straddling Glease, Gaara started to scoot up. "Make it look like you're servicing him."

"What?!" Sasuke shouted. "I will do no such thing! He's a fucking corpse!"

Gaara instantly had his gun cocked, ready and pressed to Sasuke's temple. "Do it or you'll end up like our friend Glease here."

Sasuke scowled but did as he was told, leaning over the body, unbuttoning the pants and making it look as if he were giving the man a blow. Gaara, meanwhile and scooted up to straddle Glease's face. Leaning over the headboard, he flicked off the lamp. Darkness engulfed the room. Gaara gripped onto the head board. The knock came again.

"Action in three… two… one…" Gaara told the Uchiha and the door opened. Gaara threw back his head, forced himself to blush and acted as though the dead man were giving him head. Sasuke was making a show of bobbing his head and slurping, presumably he was sucking on his own finger to make those noises. The door was shut rather quickly and the two men still breathing heaved a sigh of relief.

Gaara flicked the light on once again and dismounted the dead body once again. Sasuke was on him in an instant, insistent mouth pressed roughly up against his own and hands sneaking up his skirt. Gaara pushed ineffectually at the Uchiha's chest, trying to get the other man off of him. Gaara's cell rang in the almost quiet of the white room. Shoving Sasuke away, Gaara bent over to lift his skirt and unstrap his phone from his inner thigh. Looking at the caller ID Gaara cursed.

"You," he said, glaring at the Uchiha. "Don't try anything."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, certain that he was going to do something now that Gaara said not to. Gaara sat on the bed and flipped his cell open.

"Hey," he said a little huskily. Sasuke sat behind him on the bed.

"Hey!" was Naruto's enthusiastic reply. "I thought you said this wouldn't take too long. I was hoping we could… talk or something."

Gaara chuckled at the not so subtle hint about at least a make out session. Sasuke's hands drifted over his arms and he slapped them away irritably.

"That sounds like a good idea," Gaara said honestly, a soft small smile gracing his lips. "I'd love to … talk or something."

Naruto's chuckle was a bit husky. "Just make sure you're brother doesn't hear you say that… he'd kill me and then you wouldn't have anyone to talk to."

"That's not exactly true, now is it Gaara," Sasuke purred in Gaara's ear that wasn't occupied by the phone. Gaara gave him a fierce glare.

"Yeah, I'd be awfully lonely without you," Gaara said truthfully. Sasuke had clasped his hands and Gaara couldn't fight back because he might drop his phone from its awkward placement on his shoulder. Sasuke knew that Gaara couldn't fight back and latched onto his neck, sucking and biting at the tender flesh. Gaara gasped.

"Aw, that's sweet," Naruto said and Gaara could just hear the grin that accompanied that statement. Sasuke had moved onto his ear and Gaara couldn't help the moan that come out of his mouth. "Are you ok?"

Gaara cursed inwardly. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just realized how late it was is all. I didn't think this would take so long."

Sasuke was smirking at him, he could just feel it, the raven haired man knew a good many of Gaara's sensitive spots and Gaara wasn't happy about it. Gaara tried to shake Sasuke off, but the other man wouldn't budge.

"Its alright, just come home soon," Naruto said.

"Yeah. Hey, I just figured something out that will speed this process up, so I'm gonna go and I'll be back before you know it," Gaara said, not wanting to get off the phone with his boyfriend, but knowing he had to before Sasuke made him do something stupid.

"Alright, I'll see you soon then," Naruto said. "Bye."

"Bye," Gaara said. He let the phone clatter to the floor before he slammed his head back into Sasuke's. Using the Uchiha's pain to his advantage, he slipped out of Sasuke's grasp, picked up his phone and shut it. While putting his phone back beneath his skirt, Sasuke stood up. Grabbing Gaara he pushed him roughly up against a wall and shoved a knee between Gaara's legs.

"You little bitch," he hissed. Gaara snarled at him, squirming in his grip. "You're mine, you hear that?"

"Get your fucking hands off of me! I'll rip your balls off!" Gaara yelled. Sasuke ground his knee up into Gaara's groin and the red head's head fell back against the wall, not wanting to feel pleasure, but feeling it anyway.

Sasuke suddenly broke away, seemingly remembering they were at the scene of a crime. He looked at the body of Richard Glease.

"Don't you have some tracks to cover?" he asked Gaara. Gaara sneered, but pulled out his handy bottle of bleach from one cup of his bra, and a baggy filled with sand and bottle of ammonia from the other cup. "What about fingerprints?"

Gaara shrugged. "I didn't touch his skin. I'm more concerned about the DNA evidence."

Gaara shoved the bottle of ammonia at Sasuke. Sasuke scowled, but started to pour it on whatever he had touched. Gaara carefully picked up all stray hairs before he doused the top half of Glease's body in bleach. After pouring out the sand from the bag onto Glease's body, he put the stray hairs in the now empty baggy.

"In any case," Gaara said, putting the bottles back in his bra and holding onto the bag of hair. "There have got to be about fifty people's finger prints on that body. The odds of them finding one of mine, or yours is slim."

"I still don't like it," Sasuke said.

"Then you rub him down with a sheet," Gaara said. Sasuke took a tissue, careful not to touch the box, grabbed the sheet with it, and rubbed the body down in an effort to remove any fingerprints.

"Now what?" Sasuke asked. Gaara blinked at him.

"Now we leave you Neanderthal," Gaara said holding out a hand for Sasuke. Sasuke took his hand, the bag of hair between their clasped hands. Sasuke rubbed down the doorknob with his tissue and then opened the door. The two of them pushed their way through the throngs of people and left through a side exit. Gaara let go of Sasuke's hand.

"Give me your lighter," Gaara demanded. Sasuke looked offended.

"What makes you think I still smoke?" he asked.

"Just give me your damned lighter!" Gaara snarled. Sasuke scowled and handed over his Zippo. Gaara snuck back into the club and positioned himself by a fire alarm. Flipping open the lighter he flicked it and a little flame appeared. He looked around, to make sure no one was paying him any attention, and set his little bag of hair on fire. The resulting smoke and stench was enough to set off the alarm and sprinkler system. Dashing out of the club, Gaara wasn't surprised to see that Sasuke had already bolted. Gaara made his way through the mass of people exiting the club and made his way to his rented car.

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Gaara arrived back home around 10:30 at night. He put his BMW into the three car garage, and entered into the house through the connecting door in the garage. Quickly ditching his costume in the laundry room, he walked into the hallway connecting the front room to the living room. He greeted his siblings, who were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, obviously having had an argument concerning where Shikamaru was sleeping. Temari smiled softly at him while Kankuro gave him a wave.

"How was work?" Temari asked hesitantly. Gaara shrugged.

"It was easy… but I ran into some trouble, with a capital U," Gaara said, scowling. Temari winced, but Kankuro remained clueless, Gaara had never told him about the last Uchiha.

"Don't you mean a capital T?" Kankuro asked, oblivious to what Gaara was hinting at. Temari rolled her eyes.

"Do you want me to tell him?" she asked. Gaara shook his head.

"Maybe at a later date, when he won't kick my boyfriend out of my room for it," Gaara said. Temari made a face.

"How come his boyfriend can stay in his room but my fiancé can't stay in mine?" Temari asked. Kankuro turned his nose up at her.

"Who would have ever thought he even have a boyfriend?" Kankuro asked. Temari scowled. "Besides… he's have no qualms over killing me if I said that Naruto couldn't stay in his room."

"And I have qualms about killing you?" Temari asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but at least I know that I can at least keep you from killing me," Kankuro said. Temari heaved a sigh. "You might want to go see that blond dobe of yours Gaara; he won't go to sleep until you go to him."

Gaara nodded and headed to the stairs. As he was ascending the staircase he was coming up with a plausible alibi. He knew that Naruto having talked to him at the time of the murder was a good alibi for the FBI, but he needed a good alibi to tell the FBI man in his room.

Walking down the hallway he stopped in front of the door to his room. Sighing, he opened the door and entered the room, closing the door behind him. Instantly Naruto had him in a bear hug and was kissing his face. Gaara couldn't help but smile at his enthusiastic boyfriend.

"Hey Naruto," he said, leaning up to kiss the blond on the lips. Naruto eagerly returned the kiss.

"Hey there sexy," Naruto replied, running his hands all over Gaara's body. Gaara loved how Naruto's hands felt on him. "How was work?"

"It was work," Gaara replied. "Lots and lots of paperwork."

"Ugh, I hate paperwork. It's my least favorite part of my job. I'm more of a… hands on sort of guy," Naruto said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively and grabbing Gaara's ass to make his point. Gaara just rolled his eyes and kissed the blond before breaking out of the embrace. Striding over to his bed, he sat down and patted the space beside him, indicating that Naruto should sit next to him. Naruto eagerly plopped down beside him.

"Naruto… can I asked you something?" Gaara asked.

"Yeah, you can ask me anything!" Naruto replied grinning for all that he was worth.

"What are the Uchihas to you?" Gaara asked. The smile instantly fell from Naruto's face.