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The Shackled Stallion	By : NuttyApple Category: Naruto > General Views: 1176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gods,
what�s wrong with me? I�m such a giant pervert
Disclaimer:
Naruto is not mine. The costume, however, is.

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The Shackled Stallion
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He
was a top-notch shinobi, and of the signs of a top-notch shinobi, the reason he
was a top-notch shinobi and not just another rotting carcass, was that
he was patient. Very patient. Exceedingly patient. Patient enough to sit
through a hundred-year-old turtle race. Patient enough to just sit for hours on
end, staring blankly into space, without moving a muscle. Patient like a
vulture waiting for its prey to die.
Sasuke
tapped his foot impatiently and glanced at his watch.
But
not patient enough to wait for Naruto as the blond got ready for their mission.
He doubted anyone in the world was.
Tap
tap tap.
It
wasn�t the fact that he had been gone for five hours, had breezed in about two
hours ago and still wasn�t ready. Seven hours was nothing. He had kept
Sasuke waiting for up to thirty hours at a time, just basically doing nothing
and completely forgetting that they had something very pressing to do.
Tap
tap, shift.
No,
it was the fact that he was unpredictable and had very, very strange ideas when
it came to undercover missions that made him as shifty as a man with a whole
ant farm in his pants. Strange ideas like dressing up for them. He had come as
a girl for one of them, complete with make-up, mini-shirt and little fiddly
bits in his hair. Sasuke had nearly died of shame. The Fifth had nearly died of
laughter.
Tap
glance glare.
What
was wrong with a shirt and slacks? There was nothing wrong with
something as proper and decent as a shirt and slacks. They were comfortable, easy
to fight in and had no unnecessary frills. But then Naruto wouldn�t be Naruto if he
didn�t �spice things up a bit�, according to him. He wouldn�t go with the
simple. Oh no. He�d rather go all-out, with eye shadow. He had, at one time or
the other, appeared as an affluent businessman, a bookish professor, a
talkative photographer, a shy and retiring writer and, let�s not ever forget,
the woman with all-encompassing sex drive. He had made a pass at a fire hydrant.
Twenty-three steps down the
hall, glare at the clock ticking merrily on the wall, turn, back to the
doorway, look around, hop the step, then turn again�
And
though they were completely stupid, and entirely uncalled-for, they were also
very good disguises. The ones being stalked didn�t even know he was a ninja, or
even a he, until a thundering giant of a blond with kunai in either hand
ripped out of those clothes and said, �I�ve got you, you son of a -� And
they were, as Sasuke admitted only in the silence of his own mind when no one
was around and he was very drunk, really quite hot.
But
not as hot as the ensemble the blond sported as he traipsed down the stairs,
obviously unused to his knee-high boots. He righted himself as Sasuke stared at
the seven straps of red leather that were a very major part of his outfit.
Number one was a collar around his neck, while number two was encircled his
hips. Number three was a straight line down his breastbone to his navel,
connected to both leather rings, with numbers four and five on either side of
it, forming a little triangle at the bottom. The last two, six and seven, went
under his arms and crossed as they went back up to the neck.
And
that was it, aside from the miniscule black leather shorts that hid absolutely
nothing and the black boots that were molded to his legs.
�What
the hell are you wearing?�
The
brunette raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his perfectly normal black polo
shirt and, as a concession to where they were going, leather pants. �You�re
asking me that?�
�Sasuke,� Naruto said, with
a hand on his hip, a stance that had the aforementioned brunette feeling his
pockets for a handkerchief, �We�re going to a gay bar called The Shackled
Stallion. What did you think the dress code would be? This calls for a little
S&M.�

�S&�� The brunette
tried desperately to put a leather-clad, whip-wielding Naruto out of his mind.
�I�m just trying to look the part, since I
knew you weren�t going to come as the uke in the relationship.�
�U��
Enter bound and gagged half-naked Naruto, on a bed. �Where in hell did
you get that outfit?�
�Oh,
at Gaara�s.�
His
eyes threatened to pop free from his face, and his eye sockets didn�t seem
inclined to stop them. �Gaa��
�Actually,
it�s Neji�s. He let me borrow it for tonight.�
�Ne��
He could feel the ache from the impact of his jaw hitting the floor.
�Yeah,
and we went shopping for the boots.�
Maybe
hell had frozen over. Any time now, Kiba was going to come prancing in, wearing
a Little Bo-peep costume, and announce that he was adopting a litter of
kittens. �Sho��
�And
we got this for you, because I knew you were going to be a stick-in-the-mud.�
The blond rustled around in the closet and drew out a black trench coat. �Put
it on.�
Numbly,
Sasuke did as told and was so preoccupied with the thought of Neji in that
kind of outfit, shopping that he barely noticed Naruto come
closer until there was a blond puff under his nose. Slender fingers fiddled
with his shirt, but he didn�t mind because he was lost in the smell of apple
shampoo and the warmth of a body close to his. Gods, what he wouldn�t
give for a lifetime like this�
The
vision of heaven slowly melted away as the blond pulled back and a passing
breeze brought to his attention that his shirt was hanging open. �Naruto!�
�Come
on, we�ve got to look the part, otherwise they won�t let us in.
Pleeeeeaaaase Sasuke.�
The
power of those blue eyes were such that he relented and left the last three
buttons at the top open. �Fine, you happy?� The blond�s grin could�ve split his
face wide open. �Now let�s go. It�s an hour�s trip and I want to get there
before nine.�
�Let�s
go then!� The blond marched past him, ass swaying, an enticement to
every sapient being.
Sasuke
stared at the expanse of bronzed back and his strait-laced mind rebelled.
Surely that wasn�t all of it. �Aren�t you going to put the rest of it
on?� He asked, uncharacteristically uncertain.
The
blond looked down and chuckled ruefully, going back to the closet. �I forgot.
It�d be so embarrassing, going out like this.� He fumbled around for a minute.
Sasuke
breathed easily; at least he wasn�t going to have to look at Naruto�s almost
naked ass, and practically naked everything else, all the way to-
Naruto
found what he was looking for and pulled it out. It was a trench coat very much
like the one he had given the brunette, identical in all respects, except for
the fact that it was white.
And
completely see-through.
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