Hairapy

A/N: this is an apology to the readers of 'Til Death Do Us Part. i'm so sorry it was so sad for you. and i think i've been talked into making a chapter 2 for it, with naruto, though that might be just as sad... >___>

Special Note: in this story, naruto and sasuke are about twenty or so, and sasuke never left for orochimaru's. this is important to get the joke at the beginning of the story.

enjoy!!


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Hairapy
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Sasuke arched his back, trying to crack his spine in one of those relieving, whole body stretches. His muscles were cramped and sore from the training he’d put in today, especially since the training had been to spar with half the ANBU forces still in the village.

‘Damn Hokage,’ he thought darkly. Tsunade was making it tough on him for no other reason than she just didn’t like him. Yeah, they were watching him for the remainder of his probation, but that didn’t mean they had to try to beat the shit out him.

He smirked as he rolled his shoulder. They’d tried to beat the shit out of him. Too bad they hadn’t succeeded. He snorted. He watched dispassionately as they limped off the training field, his nightly watch showing up to relieve them.

“Do you have to be so hard on them, teme?”

He shed his impassive face and smiled slightly at Naruto. “They asked for it.”

“I’m sure,” Naruto snorted. “Anyway, I’m hungry. Let’s go home.” Sasuke nodded and the two proceeded to the Uchiha mansion.

A month ago, Sasuke had left the village on a lead that Itachi was somewhere nearby. It hadn’t panned out, and it wasn’t until after he’d returned to a full hunt squad about to leave to search for him that he remembered he’d forgotten to tell someone he was leaving. And so now he was on probation.

He scoffed silently, however, slightly offended that they thought his transgression that bad. It wasn’t as if he’d left for another village and appeared three years later as their enemy or something.

At least Tsunade had been nice enough to give him and his boyfriend some privacy and made Naruto the lone nightshift ANBU. They weren’t shy about their relationship, but there was just so much one couldn’t do to his significant other when said other would freak at doing said much within sight and hearing of fellow ANBU.

“You were walking a bit stiffly, Sasuke. Why don’t you head to the bath while I make us something to eat?” Naruto asked as they entered their shared house. Sasuke stopped just in the hallway to think it over, not surprised that Naruto had noticed his discomfort.

“That sounds like a plan, dobe.” He smirked and walked to the stairs, climbing them and heading to the bathroom. He stepped in the door, walking – limping – to the huge tub in the middle of the room. It was exactly that – a bath room. Nothing else occupied it, just the huge tub that a body could submerge himself in to relieve the stress on muscles and mind.

He turned the knob found on the wall just behind the tub, and the pipe dropping from the ceiling into the tub began to spout out hot water, quickly filling the tub as Sasuke stripped from his dirt and sweat covered clothes.

Feeling his aches more acutely than he had before, Sasuke decided to indulge himself and add scented, therapeutic oil to the water, letting the soft scent of lilies envelop him. Shutting off the water flow, Sasuke set a basket of supplies to floating in the water before he slipped into the tub and sat on the bench that wrapped around the side, bringing the water level to his chest.

And he lazed. It felt so good, the hot water and the gentle scent. All that was missing was his lover, but Naruto was hungry, and he’d learned long ago that nothing detained Naruto when food was on the line, not even a wet and wanting lover.

Sighing, Sasuke reached for the wandering basket and plucked out the soap, leisurely cleaning his pale skin of grime from the day’s work. Then he reached for the shampoo, gingerly scrubbing at his hair, not wanting to disturb the peace he’d acquired. But even as his fingers gently and lazily passed over his scalp, Sasuke let out a small gasp, his mouth gaping slightly before closing, his teeth biting into his bottom lip at the tiny pricks of pleasure that traveled over his body.

He was tempted, oh, so tempted, to add more pressure to his roaming fingers, but instead, he removed them from his raven locks and dunked his head under the water, moving away from the bench so he wouldn’t bang his head against the side.

And as the water gently lapped around him, over him, blotting out outside noise and intrusions, Sasuke let his hands come up to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, feeling those little electric shocks play over his body again. But even when his hair was thoroughly clean, he remained beneath the water, his hands gliding through his tresses, the locks feeling like silk against his skin, and Sasuke held in a moan as he increased the pressure, well aware that he wasn’t able to breathe. His cock began to swell between his legs, and the need to let out a heartfelt groan overtook him, and he shot to the surface, breathing in deeply when the air hit his face.

Gods. Did he just almost knowingly drown himself? Sasuke blushed hard, feeling mortified that he’d gone that far, but it had felt so damn good, his fingers running through his hair, scraping against his scalp with just the right pressure…

Yes, Uchiha Sasuke was a sucker for someone playing with his hair. And it was something he’d never let anyone know, not even his lover. Sasuke could just imagine the hell Naruto would put him through if he knew, hell both pleasurable and embarrassing. Just the thought of Naruto finding out and telling someone, anyone had Sasuke shivering in fear, his half hard cock suddenly limp between his legs.

‘That’s right, buddy,’ he thought. ‘Just save yourself the pain.’ Of course, his cock didn’t answer, but then again, he didn’t expect it to.

Sasuke moved to the bench and stepped up on it, climbing over the side, finished with his bath. He drained the tub and moved to the towel rack where he tied one around his waist and grabbed another for his hair. Without a backwards glance, Sasuke stepped into the hallway, shivering when the cool air of the house touched his wet skin. He walked down the long corridor to the room he shared with Naruto, opening the door to find his dobe sitting on the bed, pajama pants on, chest gloriously tanned and bare, a book of all things in his lap, and a pair of glasses on his nose.

“Getting old, dobe?”

“You wish, teme. These are magnifiers. This book baa-chan gave me is like, ancient, handwritten and shit, and so small it’s painful.”

Sasuke walked to the bed, sliding one knee up to lean over his side, staring at the open book in Naruto’s lap. “Hn, that is small script. What do you have to read it for?”

“Eh, ero-sennin found it. It’s about seals and stuff. They both read it, but they want me to read it to see if any of this stuff is happening with Kyuubi’s seal.”

“Hn.” Sasuke leaned back, knee still on the bed, as his hands went to the towel around his neck to begin drying his hair. Naruto marked his place and set the book aside.

“C’mere, let me dry your hair.”

Did Sasuke feel like being pampered right now? His shoulder twinged as he rubbed his hair. Hell yes, he did.

He climbed into the bed and turned, presenting his lover with his back. Naruto took the towel and began to rub vigorously at his head, making him smile at the picture in his head, of Naruto behind him on his knees, his hands working furiously over his hair, his little pink tongue sticking out in concentration.

After about ten minutes of this, he snapped at Naruto, complaining that his neck was starting to give. Naruto laughed and apologized, throwing the towel on the floor and pulling Sasuke to lay back, his head in his lap. Sasuke sighed as his muscles relaxed.

“How was your day, dobe?”

“Well, it started out fine, just a little bit of gruff from Tsunade-baa-chan about not screwing up my mission this time, like the last time was my fault! Honestly, if Kiba could keep better reign over that damn dog then I wouldn’t have had to-”

Sasuke’s eyes snapped open, the rest of what Naruto said not registering because what Naruto was doing with his hands did. Naruto’s strong, calloused, beautiful fingers were running through his hair, pulling gently at the tangles and smoothing the frizz from the vigorous rub.

“Naruto-ooo,” Sasuke moaned quietly. Naruto stopped talking and looked at him.

“Feel good? Have a headache? Maybe a massage would help.” Naruto’s fingers delved deeper into his hair, rubbing against his scalp, and Sasuke gripped the bed covers tightly, trying not to groan at the wonderful feeling. However much he wanted Naruto to stop before he found out what was going on, it felt too wonderful. Fingers not his own running through his hair, over his scalp, rubbing circles near the back of his skull and up by his temples; it was all so fucking arousing.

His breath was coming faster, shallow, light pants that Naruto couldn’t hear over his prattle. But those fingers never stopped moving, and it took everything Sasuke had not to squirm.

Then the fingers did pause, along with Naruto’s speech. Sasuke lay panting for a minute, grateful for the reprieve but desperately missing the wonderful sensation.

“What’s this, Sasuke?” There was an amused tone to Naruto’s voice that Sasuke barely registered.

“Hn?” he asked, dumbly.

Suddenly, the whisper of a hand passed over his cock, and Sasuke’s eyes shot open to stare down the length of his body, Naruto’s hand poised over the impressive tent in Sasuke’s towel.

His face flushed with embarrassment and the fading traces of lust.

“I was just t-thinking of you,” he stuttered.

“Really?” He could hear the smirk that more than likely curled his lover’s lips. Then the fingers began to slide through his hair once more, and he couldn’t stifle the gasp of pleasure that escaped his throat. “Sasuke,” Naruto teased, “Are you turned on by this?” He accented his question with a light scratch of his nails to Sasuke’s head, and the Uchiha’s hips bucked up ever so slightly.

He felt Naruto’s chuckled through his whole body. “D-dobe, don’t get any i-ideas.”

“Ideas like what, Sasuke?” he asked innocently. “Like this?” Naruto ran his fingers from the base of Sasuke’s skull to his forehead, pulling them back to slide through his hair. Sasuke cried out at the sharp jolt of pleasure that traveled from his head down to his aching cock. He jumped when Naruto did it again, the tip of his cock rubbing against the rough fabric of the towel, making his world dim slightly from the sensation.

His hands moved from the covers to travel over his waist, almost succeeding in loosening the towel before one of Naruto’s hands shot out and smacked them away.

“Nuh-uh, Uchiha. I want to test something.”

‘Dear gods, what does the usuratonkachi plan to do? Make me cum from playing with my hair?’

Naruto pressed his thumbs into the base of his skull and scratched deeply along his scalp several times.

‘That’s exactly what he plans to do,’ he thought as he let out a loud moan of Naruto’s name, his eyes closing to absorb the feeling better.

His hands unable to touch himself, Sasuke lifted them over his head and wound them around Naruto’s neck, clinging to his lover as his hips bucked uselessly in the air. He was moaning nonstop now, breaths coming in deep pants, whispered pleas on his lips for Naruto to let him cum, to stop the torture, not to stop, to fuck him hard, anything to make the aching pleasure rip into him completely.

And all this from his lover playing with is hair. Naruto began the scratching thing again, alternating between that and rubbing his scalp, that and combing his hair. It was such a hellish heaven, Sasuke almost wept. His moans became aborted screams that climbed in volume the closer he got to the edge.

And then Naruto tugged hard on his hair, that sharp bite of pain adding to the indescribable pleasure, and Sasuke fell over the edge, screaming Naruto’s name as he came hard, bright spots dancing behind his eyelids.

It was a while before he could think again, let alone move. He registered something soft, yet rough over his sensitive skin and opened his eyes to see Naruto smiling as the blonde wiped the sweat from his upper body.

“That was fun, Sasuke. I bet you feel all kinds of jelly-like now, ne?”

Sasuke grunted and shifted about on the bed, glaring mildly at the sticky towel around his hips. He ripped it from his body, wiped himself off, and threw it away from him. Then he lay back on his side of the bed and pouted.

Naruto chuckled slightly. Then he bent over Sasuke and pecked his pouty lips. “I promise not to tell anyone your weakness. But it also goes a long way in explaining why you’re so enthusiastic when you suck me off.”

Sasuke blushed brilliantly, imagining sucking Naruto’s cock, those fingers that had just brought him so much pleasure threading through his hair, pulling him close as Naruto fucked his mouth. Sasuke shivered.

Naruto reached underneath him and pulled the covers out, ushering Sasuke beneath them. “Good night, love. I’ll fix you a big breakfast in the morning, since you probably can’t stay up for dinner.”

Sasuke was about to retort that he was perfectly fine, when a yawn seized his mouth and nearly cracked his jaw. Naruto just smiled and kissed him again. “Good night, Sasuke.”

“Good night, Naruto.”

And Sasuke drifted to sleep, smiling at the way fingers brushed through his hair as darkness pulled him under.


~owari~


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big thanks to hanyou_elf for reading over this and making sure it was okay to post. *hugs*

i hope you all liked this. it was just a random idea that popped in my head last night. thank you for reading!!