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Warnings: Blood, gore, Sasuke...
It took Naruto a week to get both the Itachi murder and the Glease murder under wraps. By then Gaara had gotten his paper work done and gotten his multi-billion dollar corporation back on track. Now the red head was obsessed with the Wii he had bought himself three days ago. Naruto sighed, he had created a monster, but at least Gaara could theoretically buy him anything he wanted, seeing as the bastard was freaking rich! Naruto would never ask Gaara for anything anyway, even if he really wanted an Xbox…
They had flown home to Massachusetts three days after Naruto's cases were under control, Gaara bringing his precious Wii with him. Naruto had to admit, even if the graphics weren't great, the Wii was certainly a lot of fun. Unfortunately for him, Gaara had discovered Resident Evil 4, and was now trying to eliminate every zombie and collect every single piece of treasure he could. Naruto was hoping this was just a phase, seeing as Gaara wasn't paying him much attention since he was too busy killing zombies.
The rest of the week passed quietly. Gaara finished killing his zombies, which Naruto was grateful for since now Gaara would actually acknowledge his presence, but now he was going through it a second time with his "super" weapons and slaughtering the zombies. The two had gone on their first official "date" on that Thursday, which had been really nice. They had gone to Gaara's favorite restaurant and a movie, Resident Evil of course (Naruto was beginning to suspect Gaara had an obsession with zombies…). Then they had gone back to Naruto's place, since Gaara had never been there, and Naruto had forced the red head to watch An Affair to Remember. Gaara hated romance and/or chick flicks, but even he had tears in his eyes at the end. He had also decided that Cary Grant was the best actor in existent, and insisted that the two of them watch another Cary Grant movie next weekend. Naruto had been ecstatic. He told Gaara that they would watch Suspicion, which was also an Alfred Hitchcock film. Gaara had been so excited that he had tackled Naruto and kissed him all over; apparently the red head loved Alfred Hitchcock films.
It was the Tuesday after their date, and Naruto was finally getting a chance to see the red head again. Work had been getting in the way, Sasuke had been leaving a rather obvious trail and Naruto was sure that soon they'd be onto him. While the blond was excited about finally dragging Sasuke in after all this time, there were some details that were nagging him. Like the black hair they had found on Richard Glease's body. The DNA from the hair was unusable, thanks to ammonia, but the FBI knew that the Sandman was a red head. In his earlier years, the Sandman wasn't quite as crafty as he was now, and had left clues as to his identity, but due to some mishaps with the local police, some misplaced evidence, and contamination of crime scenes, they had never been able to figure out who the Sandman was before he became a smarter killer.
Sasuke's trail had led straight to the Green Bird the night of Glease's murder, and the black hair made Naruto think that maybe he had been there that night. But why would Sasuke be around Glease? Or why would he be around the Sandman? It didn't make sense. The Sandman was a loner, and Sasuke had only wanted to kill his brother, so why would he be there? But the evidence linked him to that crime, Naruto was sure of it. He couldn't prove it, but he just knew that Sasuke had been there. The only question left, was why?
Naruto pulled out the key Gaara had given to him and opened the door to the apartment building that had recently upped their security. As he made his way through the hallways and up the stairs to his boyfriend's apartment, he pondered Sasuke's connection to the Richard Glease crime. As he walked in through Gaara's front door, he noticed a bag sitting on the floor by the door frame.
"Gaara?" Naruto called out. The red head poked his head out of his kitchen.
"Hey Naruto," he said and went back into the kitchen, clearly distracted by something. Naruto followed him into the kitchen and discovered…
"RAMEN!!" the blond shouted. He rushed over to the waiting bowl and sat down, inhaling his most favorite food. Gaara just watched him for a moment, shock and disgust playing across his fair features. Naruto was already done with the bowl that had been on the table. "That was the best ramen ever!"
Gaara blinked at his boyfriend. "… I made it from scratch… and aren't you supposed to eat that slowly?"
Naruto beamed at his boyfriend. "You made it Gaara?! Really?!"
Gaara soon found an ecstatic blond in his arms. Naruto was nuzzling him and almost purring. Gaara twitched, but enjoyed it nonetheless.
"Naruto… get off me. I need to get the rest of the ramen off the stove," he ordered. The blond instantly backed away, stars shining in his eyes.
"There's more?!" he exclaimed before rushing back to his seat. Holding up his bowl, with a cheeky smile on his lips he asked. "Seconds?"
Gaara rolled his eyes and carried the heavy pot to the table. Setting the pot on his hot plate, he grabbed a ladle and put more ramen in Naruto's bowl. The blond thanked him profusely and started to inhale his second bowl. Gaara grabbed his own bowl, which was empty, and ladled some ramen into it. Setting down his bowl, he pulled his seat next to Naruto's and sat down to eat his own ramen. 6 bowls of ramen later, Naruto finally wondered why his boyfriend was being so nice to him.
"Gaara… why'd you make ramen?" the blond asked. Gaara turned his head away guiltily.
"Naruto… I have to go on a trip for about a week," Gaara finally said after an awkward silence. Naruto pouted.
"Why?" he finally asked, disappointed that he wouldn't be able to see his beloved boyfriend for a while.
"Business trip, one of the branches of the company is having trouble and they want me to straighten it out," Gaara replied, still not looking at the blond. Naruto pouted, but could see that his boyfriend really didn't want to go. Scooting his chair over so that he was right next to Gaara he put his arms around his boyfriend.
"It's ok… I understand that the company is important, just like I know you understand that my cases are important. Where will you be anyway?" Naruto asked. Gaara frowned.
"I'll be in India," he said. Naruto chuckled. Gaara gave him a quizzical look.
"Sorry… it's just, doesn't everyone outsource to India?" Naruto asked, smile on his face. Gaara rolled his eyes again.
"I'm not outsourcing, we have a sister company there and we hired all Indians to work with the Indian populace. We also support several surrounding communities. I believe in giving back to the people, my company may be worth billions, but we no longer turn profits. Our stock will stay the same, for as long as I have a say in it. I want places to be better because we're there, not worse," Gaara said. Naruto gave him a soft smile and kissed him on the cheek.
"You're a real humanitarian, you know that?" he asked. Gaara let out a snort.
"I just believe that the world could be a better place, no one deserves to go through what the third world goes through," Gaara said determinedly. Naruto nodded emphatically.
"Well… I guess I won't see you for a week… which sucks," the blond said after a while of comfortable silence. "I say we make the best of the time we have."
Gaara's left eye ticked as Naruto waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I'm not having sex with you just because I'm leaving for a week."
Naruto pouted. "Aww… you ruined it. Why haven't we had sex again?"
Gaara cracked a small smile. "We agreed to wait because I wanted to make sure that I really want you around for… forever, since I have a feeling you'll never leave my side if I do have sex with you…"
Naruto chuckled. "Well you got that right."
"Exactly, so I'm not going to lead you on, and you're not going to pressure me," Gaara finished. Naruto sighed but nodded.
"I understand, but that doesn't mean I like it… you have no idea how much I want you," Naruto purred. Gaara flushed and unwittingly backed up a bit. Naruto grinned lecherously.
"When's your flight?" the blond asked as he vacated his seat to straddle Gaara's lap. Gaara blushed and Naruto started to caress his shoulders.
"In two hours," the red head said, looking at the clock on the wall. Naruto's grin grew.
"Well… I think we've got just enough time for a quick make out session, now don't we?" he asked, leaning in to kiss along Gaara's jaw. Gaara opened his mouth to reply, but Naruto cut him off with a kiss.
Two hours later, Gaara's flight was taking off right on time. Gaara disliked fibbing to Naruto, but knew he couldn't say that he was going to India to assassinate yet another person. He was starting to worry about his 'second' job. He had signed a contract last year, to take out someone he really didn't like at the time, and now he wasn't so sure about it. Unfortunately for Gaara, the man he had taken out the contract with had many connections. If Gaara didn't take out this target soon, his own life could be forfeit. Gaara really didn't want to make Naruto sad, but even if he did take his target out, the blond wouldn't be happy. Sighing in frustration, Gaara closed his eyes and thought about his current mission: yet another sleazebag doing crimes that should have put him behind bars, but he was still up and about. Gaara didn't like arms dealers, and this guy was one of the biggest in India. The only thing Gaara regretted about his 'second' job was that he couldn't punish corporations for their crimes. Gaara made sure that his company did all that it could to make the world a better place, for everyone, not just for the stock holders. Gaara hated the stock holders and ignored whatever they said, he didn't care what they thought, it was his company, and he was going to do what he wanted with it. If they didn't like his policy, then they could sell their stocks.
Many hours later, Gaara's flight had landed and he took a cab to his hotel. It would take him two days to get actual company business straightened out, but he was going to do that after his other job. Grumbling since this once again required him to don a disguise, Gaara pulled out the black hair dye he had bought back in the states. An hour later he had black hair.
Pulling on tight leather pants and a white tank top, Gaara applied his eyeliner and left his hotel room for the club his target was sure to be at. The arms dealer apparently had a thing for black haired boys. It didn't matter if you dyed your hair, so long as it was black. Getting in the club was easy; Gaara knew that he was a "hot piece of ass" and had learned to "flaunt" it years ago. Since there were a lot of black haired people (which made sense since it was India) he would have to "work it," and "work it" he did. The bouncer let him in quickly with a lingering look and hands itching to touch his body.
Gaara weaved through the crowds, like the experienced crowd surfer that he was. He saw the man on the other side of the room. Ignoring the hands that reached out for him, he made his way across the room. When he deemed himself close enough, he started to dance. Wandering hands caressed his body, but he ignored them. He was dancing to gain the attention of the arms dealer, not for anyone else. His movements were precise, sensual, and seductive, causing most of the people surrounding him to want him. Soon the entire club was focused on him. Gaara was suddenly thankful for his years of practice, and study of modern music videos. Dancing seductively was a great asset. He knew the arms dealer was watching him. Gaara made sure to let the arms dealer know that he knew that he was watching, and slid his hands all over his body. Soon enough a man escorted him over to the dealer.
"How would you like to help me break in one of my new boys?" the dealer asked, he couldn't have been more than twenty seven. He was Indian, with dark skin and a muscular body. Gaara nodded at the man and tried a seductive smile which he had picked up from Naruto. The smile seemed to work, because soon he was in a limo with the arms dealer and several other black haired boys.
It was a fifteen minute ride to the dealer's mansion, during which the boys threw themselves at one another. Gaara staid in his seat next to the dealer and cast furtive looks his way, slowly scooting his hand to and onto the man's leg. The dealer smirked at him and slipped an arm around Gaara's waist, his hand sliding into Gaara's pants and grabbing onto his alabaster skin. Gaara made a show of moaning and leaning into the man's side. The dealer pushed his hand further into Gaara's pants and squeezed his ass. Gaara moaned right by the dealer's ear before sucking on the lobe. The limo stopped at the mansion.
"You are one cunning minx," the deal told Gaara as the exited the limo. Gaara gave him a seductive smirk, which he had gotten from Naruto, and winked at him.
"I couldn't help myself," he said fluently. The dealer's smirk grew and he pulled Gaara close to his side, arm wrapped around Gaara's waist. Gaara rested a hand on the dealer's chest and looked at him, trying to make it seem as though he adored the dealer.
As they walked into the mansion, Gaara took stock of his surroundings, paying attention to every tiny detail while keeping the dealer under the impression that he was in awe of his surroundings. The dealer dropped the other boys off in a large room with white curtains that had several other boys in there already. Gaara watched as they immediately started to molest one another, trying desperately to get the dealer's attention. The dealer ignored them all and led Gaara up the spiral stair case to a secluded room on the second floor.
The dealer opened the door and ushered Gaara into the room, closing the door behind him. On the bed sat an irate black haired boy. Gaara twitched; glad his back was to the dealer and scowled at the boy before turning to the dealer.
"This is your new boy?" he asked, voice dropping to a lower octave, causing both inhabitants of the room to shiver. The dealer nodded.
"Yes… this is," he said. He walked over to the bed and tilted the boy's face to Gaara. "Can you believe I got my hands on the infamous Uchiha Sasuke?"
Gaara's smile was forced, but neither the dealer nor Sasuke seemed to notice. "I most certainly cannot. How did you manage such a feat?"
"Trade secret," the dealer said, letting go of Sasuke and walking over to Gaara once again. He let his hands trail up and down Gaara's torso and Gaara threw his head back, pretending to enjoy it. "I would love for you to break him in."
Gaara smirked. "But wouldn't you like to join us?"
The dealer's smile grew. He looked between both boys before replying. "Most definitely after you break him in. I can't resist the sight of two beautiful boys pleasuring each other into a state of euphoric bliss."
Gaara smirked. He walked over to the bed and pushed Sasuke back onto it. He pushed his way between the black haired boy's legs and kept his hands on Sasuke's chest to keep him lying down.
"Your wish is my command," Gaara said. Leaning forward he let Sasuke get a good look at his face before he kissed him. Sasuke moaned and returned the kiss with a passion. Gaara got out from between Sasuke's legs and motioned for him to lie fully on the bed, instead of having his legs dangle awkwardly over the edge. Sasuke immediately did it. The dealer quietly pulled a chair up to watch the show as Gaara got onto the bed, straddling Sasuke's legs. He ran his hands up Sasuke's chest, pulling up the shirt as he went. Sasuke lifted his arms and the shirt was flung to the side. Gaara leaned down and started to suck on Sasuke's collar bone. Sliding a knee up, he ground it into Sasuke's groin, feeling something hard already there that most definitely wasn't a cock. Gaara smirked against Sasuke's neck, nipping at it harshly. Trust Sasuke to get impatient and steal a gun from an arms dealer.
The dealer moaned as he stroked himself through his pants at the sight of Gaara starting to unbutton Sasuke's pants, sucking on his stomach. Gaara had done this with Sasuke before, not just the sex part, but the misguiding of a target part. Kissing down to Sasuke's pant line, Gaara bit onto Sasuke's zipper and pulled it down. Gaara then re-straddled Sasuke's hips and leant down and kissed him. As an all out war raged in Sasuke's mouth, Gaara's hand slipped down his abdomen and into Sasuke's boxers. Sasuke gasped and pulled away from the kiss. Gaara tried to keep his hand away from Sasuke's cock, but it was rather hard considering it was right beneath the gun. Gaara felt the gun up; surprised it had a silencer on it. Looking at Sasuke's pleasure contorted face, and the glazed eyes of the arms dealer, Gaara grabbed the gun and pulled it out of Sasuke's pants. He pointed it right at the dealer's neck, switched off the safety and shot the dealer.
In a beautiful explosion of blood and flesh, the dealer's neck exploded. Gaara had gone straight through the main artery and had torn off part of the man's neck. The dealer's eyes were wide and he could only stare at the black haired boy that had shot him before he passed out and died from blood loss. Gaara put the gun on the bed and gave Sasuke a hard stare.
"You picked a powerful gun," he remarked. Sasuke could only stare at him open mouthed. Gaara sneered. "I can't believe you got yourself caught by this sleaze bag."
Sasuke's arms were instantly around his neck and suddenly his lips were pressed against the black haired boys. Sasuke moaned and pressed his hips up against the Sandman's, causing him to groan in return.