A/N: Because an AU with masseur!Sena is one I can't resist.

Published: 8 Dec 13

Edited: 10 Dec 13

Sena had always been good with his hands, no matter how weak or frail he might've been when he was younger. He may not have been the strongest, or the smartest, or the most talented; but he was the fastest, and his hands... well, he had the Midas touch, so to speak.

Anything that involved his hands, Sena was good at. It wasn't necessarily talent, but rather, the abundance of love that seemed to express itself through his fingers as quality. (Or at least, that was what his mother said when he asked what Hiruma had meant when he had "golden hands".) By the time he was 15, he was well versed in the ways of the household (not that it was particularly ego-boosting; it was a necessary evil of becoming an adult), and at the insistence of his mother, had spent hours in his bedroom painting, and occasionally playing the piano or violin… But no matter what talents he had, there were only two things that Sena could proudly proclaim his mastery of.

The first, sprinting; and the second, massaging. Of course, both of them were a secret skills of his, the latter more so. It was pretty embarrassing to tell people that you were good at massaging, because it caused them to ask you to pretty please practice on me, and when they passed out from a Sena-induced nirvana, the explanations for said passing out were always awkward…

However, when he reached the young age of sixteen, he was suddenly pressured into choosing what he wanted to do with his future. Did he want to have further education, or go straight into work? Sena hadn't had much choice with the things he wanted to do, or the things he were good at. He was good at running, he supposed, but he knew—or rather, deluded himself into believing—that he couldn't get very far with his ability to sprint: he was sure that there were others faster than him, others stronger and with more endurance… which was why he had decided to study the art of reflexology, eventually ending up as the owner of an obscure but high-end spa of sorts at the age of twenty-four.

And it was just his luck that all of his customers just so happened to be testosterone-filled men, with only a few things on their mind: muscle relief, American football, and sex.

Reflecting back on it all, he knew should've just listened to Monta when he told Sena to pursue a career in teaching.

Sena placed a weak smile on his face as he welcomed his latest customer into the back room of the spa, trying not to feel too envious at the sight of the rippling muscle and toned flesh that peeked out from under the loosely tied bathrobe that the man wore.

He had always been slender, without much muscle mass no matter what he tried. Back in his uni days, Hiruma-san had laughed at him when he saw him trying to bench-press 20 kilograms in the relative privacy of the gym, telling him that he wouldn't be able to build up any muscle, and to get the fuck back to work, fucking pipsqueak! And right after that, Hiruma-san had promptly stripped his shirt off, revealing a surprisingly toned body for such a thin man. Sena had then resigned himself to a life of a scrawny figure... but he quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts, reinforcing the smile that slipping from his face.

"Please undress, and lie down on the bed, Yamato-sama," Sena murmured softly, making sure to keep his voice soothing to match the tastefully designed room that they were in.

A warm beige in colour, the traditional-Japan-styled room was a perfect sanctuary for anyone seeking asylum from the busy city outside. The lights were dimmed, casting the room in a soothing light. The cool browns and the deep reds had a soft glow to them, accompanied by the subtle scent of incense: nothing too floral, but rather a heavier forest-like scent, but it wasn't overly masculine. Sena had chosen that scent to match the washitsu-styled room, and he hadn't changed it since. Hiruma-san had given him a rare compliment over his choices, and he couldn't repress the pride that welled up inside of him at the thought. Hiruma-san was a picky man after all...

"Of course... anything for you, Sena-chan," Yamato replied with an amused look on his face, undoing the messy knot around his waist and stretching himself out on the futon, pointedly ignoring the blanket that was neatly folded at the foot of the mattress. Wriggling until he was comfortable on the futon, Yamato sent him a leering grin, cupping the back of his head with a large palm. "This alright, Sena-chan?" He asked cheekily, his other hand resting on his stomach, right above the faint smattering of hair that lead downwards towards his nether regions.

Sena withheld a sigh at Yamato's antics, pointedly keeping his eyes away from his lower regions, too used to this sort of behaviour to complain anymore.

"On your stomach, please, Yamato-sama," he said tensely, though his words still gentle and softly spoken.

"I thought I told you last time to call me Takeru, Sena-chan," Yamato huffed out, not bothering to keep his voice down to suit the soothing atmosphere of the room. Sena held back a wince at how loud his voice was, though he dropped the smile as Yamato continued. "Yamato is too formal, especially when you've touched my body, from head to toe, numerous times by now…"

All too aware of his attempt to fluster Sena (he was, actually, flustered, but after having to deal with score upon score of men – and only men, which really hit his self-confidence hard – hitting on him during their sessions, Sena had learnt to control his blush reflex), he ignored his lewd remarks to lightly nudge at his shoulder.

Grumbling good-naturedly, Yamato rolled onto his stomach, stretching out comfortably on the soft surface of the futon again.

"Are you sure you aren't going to accept my offer?" Yamato asked a moment later, feeling a plush towel settle on his backside, small and moist hands then settling on his back. "I'm serious, you know… I really would love to have dinn-ah!- dinner with you."

Sena kneaded his tense muscles, not responding for a few minutes as he worked the kinks out of his back. Letting the low lighting and gentle music take effect on the man beneath him, he finally responded with a soft, "I don't date clients, Yamato-sama… It's one of my policies."

It had only been a few minutes, but by then, Yamato was too far lost in the pleasure that Sena's hands delivered to answer, moaning happily as Sena's nimble fingers made their way down his body. Starting from his shoulder, they moved onto to his rhombiod major, down the spinal cord following his latissimus dorsi and working around the numerous bruises that covered his body. The subtle scent of citrons, mikan or oranges probably, filled the air as the oil was rubbed into his skin, mixing ever so wonderfully with the forest-like fragrance that was characteristic of the room.

Yamato was sure that by the end of that day, he was going to have orange-scented products filling his household for months until Sena-chan's appointment book was open again.

It really was too bad that Sena-chan was so in demand… Yamato would've loved having such a cute man exclusively massaging him, being his personal masseur, and have his fingers working on his chest, toying with the muscles that corded his chest, then moving down his abdomen and marveling at how sculpted his muscles were… and then going further south, and oh! Sena's fingers had found that one area on his back that made him shudder in sheer pleasure, arching into his touch as his sores were slowly chased away.

"Does this feel good, Yamato-sama?" Sena asked softly, his gentle voice sounding strangely erotic.

Yamato's following moan was not one of pleasure, but one of frustration.

"Sena-cha—ahh—n… marry me," he pleaded, even as he was bade to sit up, pulling the blanket over his lap in a futile attempt to hide the evidence of his fantasies.

Sena moved to take hold of an arm, fingers moving to squeeze at his trapezius muscle, and Yamato trembled under his touch.

"I'll provide you everything you—nngh!—could ever desire, as long as y—ooh—ou keep doing this for me…" His voice trailed off, disappearing under a series of pleased mewls and groans.

"There is nothing in particular that I desire, Yamato-sama..." Sena replied, ignoring both his confession and physiological reaction with the ease of long practice as he dug his knuckles into a particularly stubborn knot on the nape of his neck.

By the end of two hours, Yamato felt like a pile of goo, sending Sena a look of adoration as he slung his heavier frame against the masseur's back. He didn't try to push it further, knowing that Sena was adept at acupressure, and probably had twenty methods of taking him down with the delicate press of his lubricated fingers... especially with Hiruma as his protector.

But he didn't really care much for Hiruma: Sena was someone he was very much interested in keeping around, and if it came down to it, he was more than willing to meet Hiruma in battle over the petit brunet.

"Sena… you're my favourite masseur," he cooed, ignoring how Sena tried to push him off with his fragile arms. His frame was so small under his own, and Yamato was struck yet again by the feeling of protectiveness over the masseur. "When's the next time I can see you?"

"Next year… I'm heavily booked until next February," Sena replied easily, shrugging him off finally to duck behind the reception counter, tapping at the screen of the monitor to record the end of Yamato's visit. There was no need for the exchange of cash, since Yamato wired the cash directly to Sena's account, though there were still formalities that Sena had to follow in order to meet regulations… not that he needed to. Hiruma had seen to it that he would never need to, and made sure that such "trivial things" would never bother Sena's little spa. It was too valuable an asset, after all… and it was all the better that it indebted Sena to him.

Yamato let out a sigh at the revelation, before nodding in resignation. "Alright… five months isn't too long a wait I suppose… Though have you thought about it?" He suddenly asked, his slight pout fading into a roguish grin. "You know. Having dinner with me?"

Sena pinned Yamato a sharp stare, having thought that Yamato would've forgotten by then. "I've already said no, Yamato-sama," he said sternly, trying not to feel guilt over how the grin immediately fell from Yamato's face. "Besides, you're only saying this because you want to have freebies from me…"

There was a moment where Yamato merely stared at him, before he finally laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, you caught me there! I'll pop in next week Friday to take you out for lunch though. I'm going to pay for it all, so don't you worry… Dress nicely!" And with those words, he left the spa, leaving Sena blinking in his wake.

"B-but... I'm busy that day..." He stammered out, startled by the sudden invitation. However, Yamato was long gone, and Sena was unable to tell Yamato that he had someone else booked on that day. And he wasn't going to be able to change the appointment, as Takami was a very busy man with a tight schedule…

Oh well. He was sure that Yamato would be able to handle the disappointment.

A/N: I've been thinking of doing a bunch of excerpts on this AU. What do you think?