- Ahhahaha! Name that again?

-Surrogate partner. - Naruto sipped his lemonade, watching a tall brunette man across the table. He sat with his legs spread wide, his arms along the back of the couch.

They had only met half an hour ago, but - the "stranger effect" - and Madara had already told the blond everything that had been bothering him for six months. And the atmosphere of the club - the semi-darkness and swagger - was conducive to candor.

-And how are you different from... girlfriend experience?

-Did you use their services after your problems began?

-Well, a few times, yes.

-And did it help?

Judging by the way Madara's mouth curled up, no. Naruto slowly put together in his head all the puzzle pieces he'd heard before about the "Uchiha" corporation owner, what he had said about himself, and his own observations.

And what an interesting picture has been alighten. Uchiha gave the impression of an alpha male, confident in all aspects of male's life. But for the last six months he had... Ahem... To put it mildly, his gun didn't get up. Even the slightest. All his tests were normal. Viagra, psychologist, beloved wife, new girls and new tricks didn't help.

Madara tried BDSM, threesome (more people according to him not only made his dick shrink), role-playing games, various porn, all sorts of apps...

-Here's the thing! - Uzumaki poked him with his finger. - You're trying too hard.

A thick black eyebrow furrowed in surprise.

-So I'm telling you...

-Stop! Come with me.

Naruto grabbed Madara's arm, leading him down a narrow corridor. Opening one of the doors, he pushed the brunette inside. Who would have guessed that this skinny kid had so much strength! The strongly built Uchiha could barely stay on his feet. He turned around abruptly when he heard the sound of a lock behind him, and immediately tensed up.

-Hey, take it easy! I'm not going to do anything to you. Unless you ask me to, of course. - Uzumaki smirked.

Looking around, Madara saw a large double bed, and on the opposite wall, handcuffs, whips, and other paraphernalia. Before he could start a row, Naruto dispelled his doubts:

-This stuff in every room here, don't worry. All I want you for now is to get some sleep.

-What?!!!

-Go to sleep. I'll either stay here or be back in a couple of hours, whatever you want.

Feeling angry that he was being bossed around like a child, Madara was about to object, but the blond man beat him to it again:

-Consider me giving you a free session. Because afterwards, I'd like to offer something mutually beneficial.

"Well, he got me there," Uchiha admitted to himself. And, realizing that Uzumaki wouldn't give up on his intention, he flopped down on the bed.

-Do you want me to help you undress? You're not going to sleep fully clothed, are you?

Reluctantly, Madara got up, took off his shirt, shoes, pants, socks, and lay down again, covering himself with the light silk blanket. Naruto sat tactfully on the chair with his back to him the whole time, reading a book that had come out of nowhere. Surprisingly, his presence was hardly felt, even the opposite - soothing. The warmth of the room, the soft touch of the silk, the whiskey he'd drunk half an hour ago...

Sipping in a sharp breath, Madara awoke. He stretched his arms and legs with pleasure, yawned deeply, and stared in surprise at the blond head a few feet away from him. It was leaning sideways, and there was an open book on the floor.

"Helping Victims of Psychological and Physical Abuse. A manual for psychologists, coaches, counselors and helping professionals. Edited by Prof. Mikami Orochimaru," Uchiha managed to read before Naruto's hand twitched, waking from sleep of its owner.

-I don't know how about you, but I got a good sleep,- the guy muttered, yawning.

Madara was surprised to note that his body felt different - as if he had not only slept, but renewed himself. Sleep deprivation had been the norm lately, only on weekends could he manage to grab a couple of hours of extra sleep, but never felt this rested. Apparently, his feelings were eloquently reflected on his face, because Uzumaki admonished:

-That's cause the room is soundproofed. And if we don't move for two minutes, the lights turn off completely. And it only reacts to some rather long movements. If I wasn't in the room, you'd sleep even better. But that's not a fact. Some people say I'm the best sleeping pill, - the blond man teased.

-Now let's test the therapeutic effects of the life-giving sleep,- Naruto pressed the remote next to him. A screen on the wall lit up, almost invisible before. Savannah, the lion's pride. Madara watched the lion hunt for a few minutes, then the picture changed to a slightly less active but more exciting one. Feeling the agitation and stirring of his cock, that had been sleeping dead for six months, Uchiha looked at Naruto.

-So, what's your offer?