"Hey Sasuke, let me have your pencil."
Two college students, friends for years before journeying to university together. Friendship being just the tip of their relational iceberg. They were friends, best friends, lovers. Soul mates, or so those that knew them said. Neither of the two subscribed to such romantic notions. Rather, they were content in feeling the feeling of being with the one they felt they were meant to be with, through thick and thin, for better or worse. Who needed words when you had that, that feeling, that wonderful, special, utterly unnamable feeling known as love to those who chose to name something that was completely beyond words.
"Hey Sasuke, let me have your piece of cake."
To those that didn't know them, it could have been taken as a parasitic relationship. Excluding the fact, of course, that most parasites were typically smaller than those they fed on, and of the two Naruto was the larger, if only by a little. In fact, he was the shorter of the two, but exuberance added inches to his size, and when he spoke one always had to be wary of his hands: most of the injuries Naruto had caused of the years had been entirely by accident. It wasn't safe for such a strong man to be clumsy. Taller, quieter Sasuke was just as strong, but in his silence he seemed small, until brought to the light by Naruto. Naruto was no parasite.
"Hey Sasuke, let me have your book."
Neither a borrower nor a lender be. Together, they were able to do as that little witticism advised. Sasuke loathed being indebted to others, and as such seldom borrowed. But though the solemn male had often been mistaken for impolite, being in possession of a sharp tongue that he seldom curbed, he never hesitated to help others out by lending them various and sundry items, if the opportunity presented itself. Many a student of the college he attended had been surprised when, in their search for a pencil, they'd found one being proffered by the darkly handsome man that hadn't said a single word to them since the first day of class.
"Hey Sasuke, let me have your shirt."
Obviously, Naruto was the borrower of that half-complete equation. Sasuke couldn't think of a day when he hadn't supplied Naruto with something. However, the equation was skewed. Though Sasuke lent items to one and all, Naruto only borrowed from, though the raven-haired man was ignorant to this fact. Any and all that tried to comment on this oddity found themselves in a position where it was difficult to talk. One hundred-something pounds of muscular, tanned flesh served as a rather excellent inhibitor of speech.
"Hey Sasuke, let me have your car keys."
Truthfully, Naruto didn't need half of the things he asked Sasuke for. There was always a pencil or pen in the bottom of his backpack, and he didn't like chocolate cake all that much. Reading was boring to him, and he had plenty of clothes. As for the car, well, that was just cool. Sasuke drove a sweet car, all sleek lines, shiny black paint, tinted windows, and leather seats that were comfortable as well, wiped clean of all questionable stains. But Sasuke loved to provide, and sometimes it was nice to be provided for.
"Hey Sasuke?"
In bed together, when they were done with all the giving and receiving of the evening, at least until they recovered, Naruto leaned over to whisper in Sasuke's ear, something his boyfriend loved. In bed was the only place where Sasuke felt comfortable, and even enjoyed, receiving, and the only place where Naruto preferred to be the giver, rather than the receiver.
"You know, I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you."