Disclaimer: Naruto=model...how could I possibly own Naruto...?

A/N: Okay, it's official I think I am addicted...to writing...holy crap, I've updated this story three days in a row! I get obsessed with new things and ideas really fast. Pretty obvious, right? Plus it's a three day weekend so I've no rush to do any of my homework right away though I should have done some. So yeah, another chapter! Yay! Hope you like it!

Chapter 3: Allure

"Beautiful, dah-ling. Perfect. Now do that again, but better," Hiro ordered, unsatisfied.

Naruto was getting frustrated. The man kept telling him that he was doing well but then saying that he needed to do better. But he never told him exactly what he had to do to be "better". It was becoming a no win situation. But of course, he had yet to tell Uchiha to do anything better.

He was frustrated.

And all Sasuke had gotten from the get-go was praise. That was totally unfair in Naruto's mind, it was only because the raven was famous that he got compliments. The man didn't dare criticize him because he could walk out on him. Naruto, on the other hand, was an expendable. Or so that is how he reasoned it.

"Don't be so stiff." Naruto heard Sasuke whisper condescendingly from the other side.

Oh, so now the bastard was trying to help me by giving me advice? Really?

"I'm not acting stiff," he whispered back.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not.

Sasuke smirked. "Fine don't listen, but you aren't going to get anywhere if you keep posing so...stiffly."

"Bastard."

"Idiot."

Naruto was leaning precariously against on the armrest of the overstuffed, brocade patterned couch, and Sasuke was mirroring him on the other side. To Naruto their poses looked identical, even so he kept being told that he was doing it wrong. But they were doing the exact same damn thing.

"Okay, hold it. This isn't working, dah-lings." Hiro made a motion with his hands to indicate that they were to stop. The man's happy expression stayed fixed on his face, but there was evident exasperation starting to show as the clock drew nearer to lunch.

Naruto straightened himself feeling the lower part of his back crack from the stretch. Maybe Sasuke was right, he had been stiff. The cracking was clear sign that he had been tense. He rolled his shoulders a couple times to get the rest of the kinks out. There were a lot.

He looked over to Sasuke, he didn't seem in any pain from standing in that awkward position whatsoever. Then again he hadn't seen the raven's facial expression change from the time the camera started flashing.

The blonde watched as Hiro paced back on forth, listening to the sharp clack of his shoes. His eyes darting around the room as if searching for some sort of inspiration. He snapped his fingers, excited. It was obvious that he gotten a better idea than the last. Assumablely, one that Naruto couldn't mess up.

He quickly walked up to them to demonstrate his idea.

Naruto didn't like it.

He was now, basically hugging Sasuke.

Naruto didn't like it.

Hiro had come up to him, tugged on Naruto's arm to make the blonde follow him to Sasuke's side. Then he had grabbed both of Naruto's arm and placed one on either side of Sasuke's hips, locking his hands at the small of his back. And claimed that this was perfect. And that Naruto couldn't fail with Sasuke right next to him.

What was that supposed to mean anyway? Does Sasuke radiate talent dust, or something that it rubs off on people close to him?

Yeah, Naruto still didn't like it.

Sasuke acted like a professional and didn't fuss when Hiro maneuvered both of Sasuke's elbows to rest on Naruto's shoulders. And then the designer shoved Naruto closer so that both of their hips were touching and their bodies curved off from there.

What. The. Hell. And why does Hiro look so crack-happy about this?

"Wait! Why do I have to hug him!? Why can't we just stand next to each other, with like his elbow resting on one of my shoulders, or something?!"

"Shut. Up. Moron," Sasuke whispered.

Naruto glanced up at him confused. He was sure that Sasuke wasn't happy about this either. But why wasn't he speaking up?

"Are you questioning my vision?" Hiro asked uncharacteristically serious.

Okay, Naruto was scared now. That angry expression did not suit the man. Five seconds ago he had been all smiles and using gaylicious words. And now it was like he had awoken the sleeping lion. He didn't want to make any sudden moves just in case he snapped.

"No, no, no, I love it! It's brilliant. I see the genius behind it now!" Naruto squeaked in a falsetto.

The designer was appeased. He practically skipped back, behind the camera. He moved a couple of the standing lights so that they would focus solely on the both of them not so much on the background. Which they guessed because there wasn't going to be that much background showing in the pictures.

"Gaze into each other's eyes longingly," He commanded as he peered at the in the LCD display screen of the Nikon.

Naruto looked up. Sasuke looked down.

The blonde wanted to flinch away.

The raven's stare was disconcerting. It bore into his very being. There was no pupil, well there was, obviously. He was human right? Don't answer that. But his iris was so dark that it blended together with the pupil so it looked completely onyx colored. Like a black hole. Naruto felt some sort of gravitational pull.

Like he was being sucked in.

And he didn't dare move his gaze unless he wanted to be eaten alive by Hiro.

Sasuke wanted to avert his gaze just as badly. but new he was in the same predicament.

Also, generally he made eye contact only when absolutely necessary. So on top of the fact that he didn't make eye contact often, he had to keep eyes fixed on the blonde idiot's.

Stupid eyes. Stupid blue eyes. Stupid sapphire blue eyes. Stupid beautiful, sapphire blue eyes. Stupid beautiful, jewel-like, sapphire blue eyes. Stupid beautiful, jewel-like, sap— Ugh...

But no, he wasn't allowed to look away. Damn it all.

The both snapped out of there stupor when they heard a happy: "Perfect, dah-lings! Beautiful! Wonderful! You guys convey lusty intensity! Thrilling! Fabulous chemistry! It almost looks like you want each other! You guys got the 'longing' look down pat!"

Naruto blushed.

This didn't go unnoticed by Sasuke. How could it their face were less than a foot apart. He smirked.

Making Naruto blush harder. This is so uncomfortable!

"Now, Naruto close your eyes and put your lips on Sasuke's neck. So it looks as if you are kissing it." Hiro directed. "Sasuke, you look up. So he can kiss you on the underside of your jaw."

"Wait, what?!" Naruto shouted.

He was so shocked that he unconsciously threw his arms but in the air and completely pulling away from the raven. He would've seemed angry, but his blush was painted like rouge on his cheeks. It wasn't going away either. His embarrassment was clearly written on his face.

"Act like a professional," Sasuke whispered.

"You have the worst advice ever," the blonde hissed back.

The designer regarded Naruto. "What?"

"Why do I have to kiss him?!" Naruto asked desperately.

"Because I said so."

"This isn't a magazine for gay people, or anything. So why do I have to kiss him?" The blonde insisted.

"It looks sensuous. I like sensuous."

"But..."

"No buts, just do, "He interrupted. "Plus, you guys make a cute couple!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait! You're doing this for your own sick, gay enjoyment!?"

"Maybe, maybe not. It's not like you can stop me." He grinned maliciously. There was humor in the grin, but the blonde still didn't like it. He really wasn't liking a lot of things today. Even though today was supposed to be one of the best days ever.

Naruto folded. There was no winning this hand. Though he had a feeling that he had close to no chance winning any hand against this man. He was the boss after all. Specifically the one that would be signing his check at the end of today.

Sasuke was already facing upwards. Good. That way Naruto didn't have face anymore embarrassment than necessary. The last thing he wanted to see was that bastard's smirking face when he placed his lips on that bastard's neck.

He felt like karma had finally come back to get him.

Sasuke couldn't help but think that Naruto's lips were surprisingly soft for a boy. He must wear chapstick. Maybe it was Burt's Bee's chapstick? Maybe he should start using that chapstick...Sasuke wondered how soft his lips felt. The raven wanted to slap himself for thinking about something as stupid as that. The idiot was apparently contagious when it came to stupidity. Go figure.

He couldn't help revel in the feeling of the idiot's hair sliding against his skin, minutely to rhythm to his breathing. It was oddly soothing.

Like Sasuke needed soothing. He had been modeling professionally for a good two years now. He had risen to the very top in a matter of that time span. It was a cold, harsh world. He knew that. He didn't need any comfort, he didn't want any comfort. Yet, he still loved the silky texture of Naruto's hair.

It tickled. What a childish sensation.

Naruto, himself, wanted to die.

This was mortifying. Imagine, it was going to be in a world renown fashion catalog and other magazines. Millions of random strangers were going to see him kissing another boy on the neck. He took comfort knowing they were going to be random strangers. What he was worried about were the non-random strangers who were going to read it. Not to mention the handful of people who were here watching it happen in real time. Iruka, his godfather, watching it in real time, at that.

"Great! Now, new pose! Naruto slid your hands into the front pockets of Sasuke's jeans!" Hiro yelled. So excitedly that he looked like a fangirl. "Make sure to look flirtatious! Alluring! Sasuke smile back now!"

"I thought we were selling clothing. Not gay relationships," Naruto mumbled. He noticed that Sasuke almost grinned at that. Naruto used "almost" because it was more a rapid twitch of the mouth, gone as fast as it came. No one would think of it as a proper smile, but Naruto had a feeling that it was all he was going to get from the bastard.

Wow, the bastard had a sense of humor. Who knew.

The blonde grinned coyly as he slid his hands into Sasuke's pockets, hooking his thumbs outside the denim.

Sasuke shuddered at the contact.

Naruto's fingers were freezing. Sure the touch was limited to cloth, but the cold permeated easily through the inside's thin fabric. Sasuke knew that this place was AC-ed, but this was just ridiculous. It wasn't like it was Antarctica in here. He would think that this hyper blonde would be the warm one, not the other way around.

The clicking of the camera ceased. Sasuke and Naruto looked around confused. Realizing that it was already lunch time. Wow, time flies by fast when you are not having fun. Why could it have worked like this when they were in school?

"Lunch break!" The designer announced, dismissing all the of the help. They watched everyone disperse out the door, probably to some fancy restaurant.

Naruto and Sasuke walked off the set next to each other. Neither of them wanting to look the other in the face. They were afraid that they would be at a loss of words after having done those photos together. That would be an weird way to start off a friendship. Though it really doesn't seemed like they were going to become friends anytime soon.

Sasuke was very good at holding vendettas. Naruto already had one against him.

While getting off the built stage-set thing Naruto ended up tripping on the slight height difference between it and the floor. The thing had been on a wooden riser, a fact that the blonde had failed to notice. And now he was face down on the floor regretting his lack of observance.

He heard a few chuckles from the people still in the room. But what he was the most surprised to hear— or not to hear — was any sort of condescending sound from Sasuke. The blonde pushed himself up off the ground and dusting the front of his jeans. Grinning sheepishly when he realized that they were obviously the designer's jeans.

Luckily the ground was carpeted, or there would have been bigger consequences. One for the jeans, another for his face. Iruka came up to him worried that he had actually hurt himself. He acted like such a mom sometimes. "Are you okay, Naruto?"

"I'm fine. Let's get something to eat. I'm starved."

Hiro had congratulated them for their "fabulous" work as they tried to make a break for the door. And told them that they should treat themselves to lunch because they earned it. Like that meant much, it wasn't like he was the one paying for their lunch, or anything. And it wasn't like they weren't going to have lunch if he didn't suggest so.

Naruto knew that he was a fashion genius, as the man repeated frequently. But he wasn't so sure how smart he was when it came to, well, common intellect.

"So where are we going, Iruka?" Naruto asked after exiting the photo shoot room and into the wide halls, anticipating some place great. The only places around here were high class restaurants. The Plaza was in the rich neighborhood. There was no McDonald's in a 30 mile radius of here. Naruto salivated at the thought. Though he was sad that he wasn't going to get any ramen. But hey, he had that everyday, a man needs his variety. But Naruto would've argued otherwise for ramen.

And he was even dressed to the nines today, so might as well go somewhere fancy right?

"I don't know," He answered.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Well, we're going where ever Sasuke and Kakashi are going."

"What?! It's bad enough that I had to do that horrible shoot with the bastard, but I have to have lunch with him too?!"

"Naruto, that's rude," Iruka scolded. "Mr. Hatake kindly offered to take us to lunch, and I graciously took it. And seeing that he's Sasuke's manager it would be only natural for him to come along too."

"Damn common curtsy. I've already sworn it off," Naruto grumbled. "You just accepted cause you've got the hots for the man."

That comment earned Naruto a slap upside the head. He rubbed the now aching spot tenderly.

Ugh, why did all this stuff always happen to him? His head was throbbing at the base of his head. Sasuke had been nothing but mean to him. And he was now going to lunch with the bastard.

Seriously, Naruto had apologized immediately after hitting him with the door, it wasn't like it was on purpose. And he was mocking him during the shoot with all that bad advice and smirking. All that smirking was pissing him off. Did the guy just think he was better than everyone else? Actually the answer to that would probably be yes.

He didn't want to spend another second with the guy.

Naruto obediently trailed Iruka to where he assumed Sasuke and Kakashi were. Which was just a bit away from the door, they were waiting for them.

All the men smile and nodded to each other politely. No one really said anything. And Naruto wasn't in the mood to talk. Which was always weird, but he had nothing to say. Another weird occurrence. The walked in pairs of two, Sasuke with Naruto and Kakashi with Iruka.

The two men chattered idly about random, common small talk like: the weather, the stocks, what to eat, where to go, and what they thought about the outfits that Sasuke and Naruto were modeling. They laughed as they agreed that the clothes were nice but the man was eccentric at the same time.

Naruto and Sasuke remained silent. They just listened to the Iruka and Kakashi's conversation to occupy their own minds.

They eventually made it to the elevator. But had to wait a while before the two silver doors slid open because it was obvious that someone under them were waiting for the lift too. They piled into the more then spacious elevator, it could have been another room if they wanted it to be. Naruto was sure that they could fit a car into here.

Classic elevator music filled the silent air.

Naruto leaned against one of the metal rails attached to the wall, ready to brace himself for the stop. He hated that icky queasy feeling he got in his stomach. It was like his stomach kept going down after the lift stopped. He was surprised to notice that Sasuke was doing the exact same thing.

Or so he thought, why else would Sasuke close his eyes like that with his head tilted back to touch the cool metal? Naruto knew that look well, mostly because he was looking at his own reflection in the metal and his face mirrored Sasuke's. Huh, to think that the bastard knew what uncomfortable felt like that was something he wouldn't have guessed.

The elevator doors slid open, Naruto and Sasuke composed themselves before stepping out behind Iruka and Kakashi. They ushered themselves out of the lobby, waving passed the security, and out the revolving doors. Though Naruto did slow them up when he insisted on admiring the indoor waterfall in the middle of the room.

Hey, it had been pretty.

They were in front of the valet booth soon enough. Kakashi motioned to one of the employees who then rushed over to the other man's side. The silver haired man handed him the number card he was given when he gave them his keys. The man took the piece of plastic quickly and ran off in the direction of the parking lot.

Naruto stared.

Then blinked.

And then stared some more.

And blinked again.

It was a Ferrari. A fucking Ferrari. In front of him. A fucking Ferrari California...in front of him.

Who the hell brings a fucking Ferrari to a photo shoot? Kakashi that's who. The man's got style.

Naruto drooled a bit at the sight of the car. Sue him. He glided his finger over the navy blue paint job of the vehicle, caressed it. He stared at it longingly some more, if only Hiro could see his facial expression now. This was a piece of art right here.

"Nice car, Mr. Hatake," Naruto complimented. Understatement of the year.

Kakashi smiled. Or so Naruto assumed he could quite know for sure because of the scarf that covered his entire mouth. But the way the silk wrinkled around where Naruto assumed were the edges of his mouth, and the crinkles that formed around the corners of his eyes, the blonde took it as a smile.

"It's not his." Sasuke smirked as he held up the keys in his hand and pressed down on the unlock button. Naruto ogled as the front of the car blinked twice to indicate that it was open.

What kid of nineteen year old has a fucking Ferrari, brings it to a photo shoot, and gives it to the valets to handle? Sasuke Uchiha that's who. It was official, the guy was crazy.

Even though it was Sasuke's car, Kakashi was the one who was driving. So that meant that it was Iruka in the passenger seat and Kakashi in the driver's. Leaving Naruto stuck with Uchiha in the back since the car had four seat; which was uncommon with sport cars. But he was secretly glad that he was riding in the car, so it didn't matter that he was sitting next to the stoic raven.

It would have sucked if Naruto saw the car but was forced to follow it to the place they were eating at.

It wasn't like the raven was going to talk much anyways.

They sped off in the direction of the restaurant.

"La Vie" The sign read after much squinting. Damn bad eyesight.

The group had dropped the car off at just another valet much to Naruto's protest and walked up to the ornately detailed front doors. Some employee held it open for them to enter. The place was super fancy. Naruto wasn't sure he had ever been to place so nice.

The lighting was dim and he could the distinct scent of candles. What the heck it was lunch time...why the freak do they have a set up like this for lunch. I guess the best places can act stupidly and not be questioned for it. Naruto didn't really question it himself.

They stood at the front desk thing, where they asked how many people in the party and what not. But right after the lady spotted Sasuke, she dropped the regular process.

"We have a table for you." She smiled winningly.

Great, as much as I love no wait. It's only cause the bastard's famous.

They trailed the lady to a table suited for four, it was obviously in the nicer section of the restaurant. All the plating and other settings were already there, she just gave them their menus and listed the specials. She left them after pouring some wine for the older men. Though she offered it to Sasuke too, knowing he wasn't legal yet. A perk to being famous, but he declined politely. Or something that resembled politeness.

Then Naruto heard it. The whispers.

"It's him!"

"It's who?"

"That's Sasuke Uchiha. Look!"

"Sasuke Uchiha!?"

"Yes, that's the Sasuke Uchiha."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

This is going to be one long lunch break...

Thanks for reading! Ok, ok, this is going to be the last update for this story until semester finals are over, so no updates until next week, at the least. But you should be happy because three days it a row is pretty freaking amazing. Never underestimate obsession! Haha, sooo...do you like the story? It's so fun to start a new story, it brings back the excitement of finding out whether people like it or not, and still get super excited when you get a review from a new person.