For Emily [NF]

Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

Another busy day, another buzzing hairdryer. Naruto Uzumaki stood over a lean yet curvacious female that wearily stared into the mirror in front of her.

"God, are you done?" The girl sighed.

"Just a minute…" he murmured.

Too bad the last minute has turned into over an hour! Sakura crossed her legs haughtily in her seat, yet she would never go elsewhere for a hair-cut. Her childhood friend Naruto – who happened to be the owner of the salon – was the best hairdresser she could ever ask for. Sometimes Ino reminded Sakura that she could do just as well even for free, but who let one's 'rival' cut their hair? Well technically Ino was her bestfriend too – but priorities come first. And Sasuke Uchiha was definitely her first priority.

Like to other numerous females everywhere, she frowned to notice. The salon was amazingly crowded today, all because a certain Uchiha was scheduled to have his hair cut at noon. Sakura, was in clear advantage however. Due to her friendship with the owner, she got an exclusive reservation that was just a seat away from Sasuke! Too bad she was still stuck there long after he left because Naruto still had his hands in her hair. The rich heir to the Uchiha & Co did not want his cut by anyone but the top hairstylist (though he sometimes made an exception for Neji) saying he would be back in an hour to have it done. Talk about a failed opportunity! If only Sasuke-kun had stayed – at least she would have something interesting to occupy her eyes with, not that Naruto wasn't a nice view—that thought ends there.

With a sudden gasp of triumph Naruto whipped off Sakura's cover, while she had been totally absorbed in her thoughts. Her green eyes dilated a little and she looked around in the mirror.

Well, I guess it was worth the wait, she eyed her reflection conspicuously. Preening herself of the remnant hair trimmings she reached for her purse and turned back to thank Naruto. He was reluctantly stacking his numerous utensils in their holders as if it were an absolute hassle.

"What's with the lousy mood, Naruto?" Sakura inquired.

"Need you ask? I have to cut the hair of a prick next," he let out lowly.

Sakura frowned at the mental images she was receiving and snuffed.

"Since when you have problems with your clients?"

"I don't. I just have problems with total pricks," Naruto concluded as he dropped the last pair of scissors inside the plastic container facing towards her.

Sakura eyebrows knit in a furrow as she listened to Naruto complain about who she knew was definitely Sasuke-kun.

"All the goo-goo eyes whenever he comes in here…I bet he's an attention-whore."

"Maybe he isn't that bad if you get to talk to him more," she chipped in while putting on her red coat as she headed to the front desk.

Naruto nearly burst out laughing at 'talk'. Talk was not something he could ever see Sasuke doing, at least with him. Every time the cocky bastard came in he would just look at Naruto in an apathetic stare, as if he was supposed to belly dance for him or something.

"Sure, with his great social skills!" he sneered, passing a paper to Sakura.

Sakura pushed her hair back behind her ear and bent over to sign her receipt to realize she must have been given a heavy discount - pink hair dying was bound to make it go over the standard price.

"Sorry you didn't get to bask in the presence of your prince-charming today," he smirked.

Sakura gave a small smile and nudged him (to common mortals it may have been seen as punching) on the shoulder.

"That's okay, I still had a frog one instead," she grinned deflecting Naruto's sour face.

"Tch. At least they're gentle creatures!"

Sakura laughed as she walked out the door, quickly making a turn down the street to reach her office. They had grown up together in the same neighborhood and Naruto had crushed on her since as long as he could remember. Not that it was too much avail – she definitely had a thing for pale, douchebag brunets. He was sure even a pansy like Sai would have a better chance than he ever would.

That was okay. He still had her hair.

Almost lost in his thoughts spikes of jet-black entered his peripheral vision and he quickly forgot about Sakura's pink strands.

Okay, so he would admit the guy had great hair. Didn't mean he had to like him.

"Good afternoon."

It speaks! Naruto nodded and led the brunet to water basin chair in a separate room away from all the not-so-subtlely gazing women. All those lust-ridden eyes pointed in his direction made him feel uneasy.

"You might want to take off your jacket," the blond suggested to Sasuke as he turned on the water.

The brunet slowly undid a few buttons and slipped out of his jacket, putting it on the hanger as he sat down in the black chair, looking too much like one of those runway models Naruto thought peering up while he rinsed his hands.

When the former sat down he tipped his head back with both hands and began to spray the water through his hair. During the process the brunet's eyes would always be closed, barely alternating his expression (if that word could even be used for an Uchiha). When he did the shampooing it was often a little messy so he would slip his fingers down the other's neck to brush away the soap with a rinsed hand. From the outside some may have been amazed to know this was one of the town's most reputed hairdressers. From afar it could seem like he was fondling someone, not that the scenario was that believable if it were Uchiha Sasuke involved. As he began to massage into the thick, soapy hair he could have swore, if Uchihas actually changed expressions, that Sasuke was particularly enjoying it. Whenever he rubbed further down near a tattoo of what looked like swirling magatamas he would amusingly notice how dimples formed near the other's lips.

This was somewhat odd, but he suddenly felt like plunging abruptly down into the guy's neck using Uzumaki's "magic touch"; to see what reaction it would make, on someone who always had an impassive face. He could see Sasuke flinching already and evil Naruto was kicking him to do it.

So he did.

His jaw nearly dropped when Sasuke's back slightly arched off the chair instigating a gasp to escape from his mouth – it lasted only a few seconds though, before angry cobalt eyes were piercing his gaze.

"What are you, a masseur? Stick to my head!" he spat leaning back into the chair..

"Right…." Naruto replied, still dazed.

Uchiha couldn't have been…by that. Naruto's mind filled with theories as he now monotonously rubbed Sasuke's scalp. He eventually proceeded to rinse the black strands of hair, still trying to shrug off what happened before. Rubbing the brunet's head with a towel and dropping it on his shoulders Naruto began to lead him out of the door when an arm thrust in front of him, blocking the exit.

"Does this salon offer massaging? I'd like to take one."

Naruto quirked eye eyebrow at the sudden request but imagined that was just how great his hands were.

"Yeah, we do. Though Neji is not here today and he's undoubtedly the best..."

"That's fine. You can give me one. Preferably now, I had a tennis match yesterday and my muscles are still sore."

Naruto wondered what the hurry could be, he could do it just as well after, sore muscles or not. He actually did dry haircuts but it was routine to always blow-dry the client's hair before he started. Plus it just seemed sudden to ask for a massage right now.

"I'm willing to pay an extra for the inconvenience…" Sasuke added.

He probably would have insisted on getting the hair done first, but "the rich customer is always right."

"Fine, take off your clothes," Naruto replied dryly.

Squatting to grab a blue towel from the shelf Sasuke was already half-undressed by the time he stood up. Somehow taken by surprise, he almost could not help feeling a little lucky. Just outside the room were tons of girls who would have killed to be in there and he could see why – the bastard's body was flawless. He'd seen Neji, Sai, hell even Gaara in the shower once, but none had such curves carved into a slim, muscular body. It almost made him want to stare a little—oh holy crap no he interrupted into his thoughts. Swiftly passing him to hand over the new towel, Naruto pulled a sheet over the low padded counter on the other side of the room, soon motioning for Sasuke to lie down. With only a skimpy towel wrapped around him, the Uchiha somehow looked less stuck up – almost vulnerable. Evil Naruto started nagging him again. And if he gave Mr. Impassable the best massage ever? He snickered to himself while he poured some oil on his hands. Inspecting the pale body from head to toe, Naruto decided to start from the bottom. As Sasuke laid there passively on his stomach, Naruto began the administrations on his feet.

Feeling a little awkward, Sasuke almost forgot to breathe, trying to distract himself as the hands rubbed his skin slowly. When he suddenly felt them move up his leg he felt his heart-rate increase. Maybe he made a mistake wanting to be alone with Uzumaki, the Namikaze Salon owner. It had been six years since both graduated from the same high school and three since the place was opened. Ever since he had been drawn to Naruto's business. The latter had a surprising sense of enterprise. For an entrepreneur like Sasuke, it almost made him envy him. Naruto had started from scratch, with very few collaborators, and his company was already a leading chain. He never imagine the idiot he got into brawls with everyday in 10th grade was now massaging his ass…wait, what—

Strong fingers prodded his sides, reaching under what little the towel covered. The question of how that moron was able to reach so far with his fingers occurred to him before he began to mentally unravel. Seeing Naruto's shadow shift behind him he soon felt palms digging into his shoulders. Back and forth between relatively fast and slow the hands drifted with utter ease, occasionally making long strokes all the way down his back. His head was spinning when Naruto told him to rollover. Holding his towel he idly turned upright just to find Naruto hovering above him. Not having time to process the vision the blond's hands were on his chest, assaulting his muscles. He could feel his body heating up while the blond steadily massaged each spot. Now a bit sweaty, Naruto was contracting his arms. He edged closer, warm fingers slipping around Sasuke's neck and with one deft movement the other hand probed his back, clenching tightly. The soothing relief made the brunet purse his lips and close his eyes.

Sasuke felt himself loosen and was now incredibly…aroused. Not wanting to be "noticed" he opened his mouth in order to say he was fine until a pair of lips stopped him. Frozen, it only took some moments for instinct to kick in until he was kissing them back. Grabbing Naruto's tan face in his hands he brushed at gold strands to feel the skin soft under his fingers.

Beginning to slowly suck on his lips, Naruto cut off every syllable Sasuke tried to form, plundering his mouth with a skilful tongue. Relishing in the novelty, he craved for more, but before he could even thrust between the other's legs every stimulation stopped. Opening his eyes he caught a glimpse of the blond heaving, with a lost look on his face. Sitting up from the counter, he tightened the towel securely and jolted towards him, who was already heading for the door. Grasping one of his arms Sasuke pulled the man back roughly, pushing him into the nearest wall, inhibitions lost.

"Remember that time on the terrace, Naruto…?" he breathed into his ear, feeling goose bumps rise up on the other's skin. From there he licked a path down the blond's jaw-line, feeling a moist hand run over his back.

"You bastard."

Naruto pulled out with a jerk, pushing him into the table. Soon Sasuke was sitting on it while the former pushed open his legs, spreading him on the table and tearing his towel off. Unzipping the blond's pants he frantically unbuttoned the pair of orange boxers, taking his own erection as soon he finished. After a short exchange of anticipating looks, Naruto came down so they slid together into a gradual frenzy. He felt every detail burn into his skin while the other slammed onto him, until he was coming and moaning and kissing him…

Sasuke woke up from his daydreaming when Naruto slapped him lightly on the face saying he was finished. Feeling hot and disturbed and exceedingly disappointed, he threw his clothes back on hiding his "problem" while Naruto proceeded to wash his hands. When Naruto had begun to massage the cervical area he had fallen into a light slumber, and he could not believe what a shameless fantasy he had been—

"Can I do your hair now?" Naruto questioned in a strangely calm voice.

Sasuke nodded and went to sit face back in front of the vanity mirror. Naruto did not waste any time and was already blow drying his already half-dried hair before asking what haircut he wanted. He was pretty sure the other knew already but he replied all the same.

"What you like."

Naruto always took this answer with a frown as if he would be held responsible if did not meet Sasuke's terribly high standards. He began cutting anyway and after a good half hour he was done, not counting all the time that was spent on gel, hair spray, snipping, and making long-distance observations…

It was a bit shorter than usual but it looked a lot more refreshing that way. He smirked in the mirror at Naruto and got up to leave the room with a good afternoon, not failing to ignite the latter's annoyance as he was always pleased to see. Before he opened the door though, he added, "I might need another massage session next week at the same time, just at my place, you can choose the day." Before Naruto could object Sasuke already had closed the door. He rolled his eyes and made a note to ask Hinata to arrange the appointment for him next week.

He just had no idea what awaited him.

"SATURDAY! You're telling me that prick has no other time this week except during my day off?"

Hinata timidly lifted her clipboard to her nose and confirmed.

"Well, I'll make sure it's an hour well-spent," he seethed and continued to hack a middle-aged man's white hair, "I'll stretch him out so much he will think twice before booking me on that day again."

That Saturday morning (well, afternoon for anyone else) he got up and flexed his hands and legs, already demising what terrible positions he would force Sasuke to do. Grabbing a piece of bread and spreading some orange jam on it he sat down at the kitchen table still messy with last night's dinner plates. Living alone, he didn't really care to always keep neat—or ever keep neat. His mind drifted to the last session and already he was feeling a little shifty. Giving the Uchiha a massage had not been totally unpleasant. Towards the last half of it the former seemed to react to his every touch, squirming and making him think he was watching a Kylie Minogue video (just without the music and an ice man instead of Kylie).

Naruto was not so sure about what Sasuke's intentions were; other than pissing him off the guy did not seem that interested or fond of him – though he sometimes sure had a strange way of acting like it. He glanced at the watch and headed slowly to the bathroom. He could arrive late, not that he ever didn't.

While Sasuke tapped his foot impatiently he stared at his book shelf where his old yearbooks were. High school had been a pain, yet here he was waiting for the biggest pain he could ask for. Uzumaki Naruto. He could not remember the reason they bumped heads in the first place, but eventually it became routine, and rolling in the dirt until one of them gave up was not uncommon. Well, it gave him something to do during break time at least. What was strange was that they were rarely caught by a teacher. In fact he could swear Kakashi-sensei passed by once without a deflection from his Icha Icha novel.

Finally the doorbell rang and Sasuke almost sprinted from his chair—for sport, of course…

When Sasuke opened the door he almost couldn't believe his eyes. Naruto was wearing a sleeveless orange t-shirt and nicely fit, khaki shorts…one thing though…the shirt was really short. Naruto reddened a little and starting narrating an entire story about how his asshole friend Sai replaced all his shirts with belly tops for April Fool's taking his wallet too so he couldn't buy anything else to wear that weekend. The brunet tried not to stare at that incredibly toned stomach and let him in. He actually couldn't wait to start, and luckily the blond wanted to proceed immediately.

Naruto told him to just change into some sport shorts, and lie on the mat he brought in the living room. Sasuke put on a cup since he did not want any unpleasant surprises if his lower half took a life of its own. There was just something so wrong about needing to do that though, he did not recall being sensitive to these sort of things – he had been kneaded plenty of times too not much effect other than physical relief.

Today Naruto seemed more determined than last time. He sat down on Sasuke's lower back and applied thumb pressure among both sides of his spine and pressed gentle all the way to his neck. In a smooth, delicate stroke ("effleurage" he heard Naruto say) he applied the massage oil. In one long stroke, he slid his palms down either side to his pelvis, scooping out around Sasuke's hips and back up the sides to the shoulders. He began to hastily rub into his shoulders before stretching his ligaments by bracing against his shoulder caps or backside either with his foot or hand. Sasuke then wondered if he should mention his proposal to Naruto during or after, but he really just wanted to focus on the work in progress.

Wherever Sasuke felt hard or tight, Naruto tackled so mercilessly he almost cried out. Gathering all his willpower to remain quiet, the circular friction of Naruto's fingertips on his knots made him think of what other good use they could be put to. A "prostate massage" for insistence, he smirked to himself. A soft pressure was now applied to an indentation where his spine connected to his skull, increasing steadily. After a bit he was sure it must have an acupressure point because he could feel a questionable energy as result, making him imagine what having sex would have been like with Naruto—and he scowled at himself for having such thoughts. When Naruto flipped him over his eyes were hazy and he would have easily let the blond have his dirty way with him had there been such intention, though he scoffed at the idea of ever letting anyone do that…despite the daydreaming he had last time.

Now the buttocks above his crotch just asked for trouble. By the tenth rub just a notch from a more delicate area he reached his limit. Inverting their positions he tackled Naruto to the side, eyes blazing down on him through black dangling bangs. But as quick as it happened it had ended because the doorbell chimed startling them both, causing him quickly jump up to his utter annoyance. Throwing the door open he saw it to be just a courier wanting him to sign some slip for a package he received. Muttering a salutation he went back to the living room, where Naruto was sitting with his back towards him. Not sure how to approach him he just sat back down on the mat with his knees crossed.

Hearing him sit down Naruto turned and entered a somewhat suspicious state as if Sasuke was going to attack him any moment.

"What are you waiting for, April Fool?"

Naruto grunted and slammed Sasuke down with his hand, causing the air to blow out of him. The brunet glared at him but the blond continued by forcing him to lie on his stomach, so he could then slap his shoulders and do that karate chop-sort of thing. Feeling slightly exhausted after another 20 minutes of pulling and sketching positions he stayed on the floor eagle spread when Naruto got up. Watching the barely half-covered back go in the direction of the bathroom he dropped his eyes and immediately looked up again. Since when he got aroused by anything that wasn't his own hand? He grumbled to himself.

When the blond came back Naruto realized he was no longer wearing even that belly top.

"Hey, care to lend me something socially acceptable so I can walk out the door without racing straight home?"

Sasuke sat up and stared at the blond a moment before replying.

"Okay. Just listen to this deal I have to offer you."