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The Shackled Stallion	By : NuttyApple Category: Naruto > General Views: 1176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I am desperately apologizing in advance
because it�s not as funny as the first two. sigh And once more, my Writing
Ability leaves me high and dry.
Another mention. Prince of Tennis this time. I
love this character to pieces and I wish I had a plushie.
I typed this up in a rush, so pretty please
point out the mistakes, whatever they may be.

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The
Shackled Stallion
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They had cased the bar.
They had determined the most likely place for
the scrolls to be kept: an office located just above the dance floor.
They had established the fact that there were
only two ways to get into the office.
�Through the conveniently located door� had
been crossed out. There had been a question of the unknown number of guards,
traps and alarms. The mission had been to get in and out with the most minimum
amount of fuss, and turning up in Konoha trussed up like a pair of chickens
wasn�t part of the plan.
That left the dance floor and they had gotten
closer to inspect the pole and cage, though how he had concentrated with
Naruto�s near-naked ass pressed against his hip as they mock-danced he had no
idea.
They had agreed that the best option was the
cage, or at least Naruto had said so and he had agreed, trying very hard to
ignore the fact that the blond was pressed against him in the crush of people.
To his immense relief, they had gone back to their booth after the song so that
they could figure out a plan to get into the cage.
That was when he started getting pissed off.
He had seen his brother kill his family. He had
joined a bloodthirsty snake bastard intent on taking over the world. He had
fought against a psycho organization headed by none other than his dear
brother. He lived in a place where exploding notes, fireballs and multiple
copies of one person were considered normal. He had gone through all that, but
he had never, in his entire life, felt the kind of psychotic, murdering intent
as he did in that three-minute walk back to the booth. The urge to pluck each
and every lustful eye from leering faces and flush them down the drain with the
remains of their owners� faces was burning a hole in his mind.
So he had gone to the bathroom to cool down
and destroy some public property. After his exertions, he deducted that he
would have approximately thirty-five years bad luck, �approximately� because he
didn�t know if bashing the mirrors repeatedly with an enamel toilet seat
counted.
He didn�t even know why he felt so angry.
It wasn�t because he was drunk. He had been nursing the same mug of beer that
Ginji had brought two hours ago. So he had had it refilled as many times as the
unfortunate waiter came around.
�(Ginji came around quite repeatedly, his
record being twenty-three times in fifteen minutes, constantly checking up on
�Leopard-san�. That dobe just smiled and flirted and ordered more ice cream in
that sultry purr of his.)�
Getting that many refills didn�t mean he was
drunk.
�
Well, so what if he was drunk? That just meant
that he was feeling this way because of too much drink. It didn�t mean he was jealous
or anything.
Yeah right, just keep lying to yourself.
Yup, you know you want that ass.
/No, I do not! Naruto is my partner!/
Yuh-huh.
/Not that kind of partner!/
Sasuke turned on the tap, massaging his aching
temples all the while. What was the world coming to when you started arguing
with your own delusions?
Why did he feel so horrible?
Maybe because you�ve been checking out Leopard-san�s
package all night.
Could you flick an illusion off your shoulder?
Maybe because you�ve been hard ever since you
got here. Your blood�s all gone southside.
�Shut up,� he muttered.
They must truly be demons sent by the vengeful
souls of his aniki and his former mentor. They had probably been dredged up
from the deepest pits of hell, chosen for their talent of knowing exactly how
to push the right buttons to piss a person off.
You�ve been looking at it all night, alright
Just can�t tear your eyes from the sight
You just can�t tell him straight
You want that ass, You want that ass
Sasuke is horny, horny horny horny,
So horny, horny horny horny.
They even had dance steps. Left Demon
(Orochimaru, the bastard) did a split.
He growled in frustration and shoved his head
under the cold spray, mentally praying that it would wash his demons straight
back to hell.
------And then�------
Naruto was sitting at the bar, legs crossed
daintily over each other, batting his eyelashes becomingly at a mountain of a
man who, if he were a real mountain, would be experiencing the most amazing
sunset on record.
It was like a scene taken straight from an old
western, and he was the cowboy hero who just had to ruin everyone�s fun.
That thought didn�t seem out of place at all.
The blond tucked a strand of hair behind his
ear and saw him approaching from the corner of his eye.
�Sensei!�
Sasuke faltered in mid-step, but then
resolutely continued walking, once more willing the ground to open up.
The red-clad demon slid off his stool when he
stopped next to them, and without warning, kissed him open-mouthed. It lasted a
whole ten-seconds, and when they had parted, he felt quite weak in the knees.
�I like the �wet� look on you.� whispered
Naruto teasingly. Then, ignoring the fact that his desirability had increased
ten-fold in just ten seconds, he turned back to the mountain and smiled. His
voice went from self-assured to cutely appealing with a side order of
part-whine, part-whimper. �Sensei, this is Kabaji-san. He�s in charge of
picking people for the poles and cages. But he only picks people who are good
dancers, and he won�t believe me when I say I�m a good dancer. Won�t you tell
him I�m a good dancer, sensei?� begged the blond, clinging to his arm. In the
depths of the huge puppy-dog eyes that were turned to him, he read the hidden
message. This was their chance.
But just then the mission didn�t seem as
important as paying Naruto back for all the mental and physical torture he had
inflicted on him. Besides, Mountain Man had probably said that so he could have
more time talking with the blond.
Which was why his stern reply was �No.�
�What?�
�I said no.�
His eyes burned with an unspoken question.
�But sensei�� What the hell are you playing at, Sasuke?
He took the leash lying forgotten on the bar
counter and wound it slowly around his fist until the blond�s body was flush
against his. One hand slid possessively from his neck down to his ass. He
looked every inch the dominating master. �I agreed to coming here, kitten. I
didn�t say you could dance.�
�Sasuke,� Naruto began, but a warning squeeze
to his butt made him remember his role. �-sama.�
�No, kitten.� The hand around the wrist
tightened and the blond gasped as he stumbled, clinging instinctively to the
lean body in front of him.
A fleeting smile graced soft, pink lips. A
small hand slid up under his shirt. A fingernail scratched quick kanji on his
spine and he controlled his shudder as he hurriedly put the words together.
You finally want to play the game?
He returned the favor, writing on his
partner�s stomach. You up to it?
Master and Slave?
He grinned and raised an eyebrow in challenge.
The blond returned his grin and dug his nails
into his skin.
Just try and keep up.
The entire room faded around them in the face
of this momentous decision. Their identities changed in that instant, and they became
Sasuke-sama and Leopard.
The hand withdrew and the kitten tipped his
chin up with his nose, nuzzling against sensitive skin. �Please, Sasuke-sama.�
he whispered, half-moaning his name.
�No.� he gently stroked the junction between
the blond�s neck and shoulder. �You promised to dance just for me, remember?�
The blond whined and cuddled closer. �But I
want to have fun.�
�You can have fun with me,� the brunette
whispered, palming his ass. �in the booth.�
�Sasuke-sama only thinks about sex.� Try to
beat that.
�Who bought me chains for Christmas?�
For a second, Naruto emerged, biting his lip
and trying not to laugh.
Lips.
As if he were in a trance, Sasuke lowered his
head and kissed his partner. He didn�t know why; he just did, and soon they
were both in the trance, responding solely to each other�s touch. He slid his
tongue into the welcoming mouth and brushed gently against the other�s tongue,
drawing it back into his mouth. One of his hands smoothed up and down the bare
back, the other gently kneading the blond�s neck, making the kitten moan
softly. The blond�s arms went around his neck and one leg was hiked up against
his hip. He grinned mentally and lifted the blond up by the ass. The arms
tightened around his neck and long legs secured themselves around his waist.
Suffice it to say that they were both hard
again. Their erections throbbed against each other, straining against their
leather restrictions.
It felt so good and so very sensual, with the
blond clinging to him and moaning into their kiss, moving their hips together.
He felt his shirt being unbuttoned again, his trench-coat already half-hanging
off his arms. He pulled away from the kiss, and before the blond could protest,
began sucking on his neck.
�Sasuke-sama��
�You still want to dance, kitten?�
Fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled
the kitten up a little bit more, trailing his mouth down his chest, then he
felt hands in his hair, desperately pulling him closer. They went on in that
vein for a while, the sex god everyone wanted writhing and panting in lust as
the evil lucky bastard that everyone hated savored his creamy skin.
Then the blond pulled back, fingers against
kiss-red lips. And through he had been crying out in pleasure only moments ago,
there were tears welling in those crystalline blue depths. He sniffed and
ultimately looked so damn cute, a hundred, heart-hardened people swore to buy
cats the very next morning.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, not doubting for a
minute that this was another twist in the Master/Slave game. �What�s wrong,
kitten?�
The blond�s lower lip wobbled. If you
looked at it from another angle, you would swear that the blond had changed
into a shota-con pin-up. �You�you love your Leopard-chan, don�t you?�
His heart stopped. The game, his mind reminded
him, performing artificial CPR, it�s just the game. �Of course I do.�
�Y-you wouldn�t be mean to your
Leopard-chan, would you?�
Was it possible to be adorably endearing and
still look like you want to be fucked within an inch of your life? Only Naruto
could pull it off.
�Of course not.�
�You want your Leopard-chan to be happy?� Hope
filled those eyes like a long-awaited storm in the desert.
He felt like the scum of the earth. �Yes.�
�Really?�
�Yes.�
�Really really?�
Gods, he was so damn cute. �Yes.�
�Then you�ll let me dance in the cage?�
The entire universe held its breath.
�No.�
The pouting blond nipped at his nose.
�Sasuke-sama is mean.�
�You�ll break your promise to me,
Leopard-chan?� he murmured, enjoying the roll of the nickname on his tongue.
�But you said��
And they would have gone on forever, but there
was a clearing of the throat that sounded like a rolling avalanche. They looked
into the sunset of Mountain Man. Actually, it seemed like the sunset was
all�around�them�
Belatedly, he realized that Naruto�s legs were
still quite intimately tucked around his waist.
Oh damn.
It was Naruto�s fault, that damn fox demon
inside him. It was probably in heat, that was it. He�d heard of animals in
heat. They gave off some kind of pheromone that made them super attractive to
their species and made them go crazy about sex. If that was the case then it
was coming off Naruto in waves, like an uncorked bottle of sex appeal. That was
why he kept on pouncing on the blond like an uncontrollable sex maniac.
Pheromones.
Yeah.
And now, there were all these people looking
at them and they didn�t even realize because they were so damn busy making out,
and wasn�t that what had happened earlier, and oh gods, it was too freaking
embarrassing to even think about, so he wouldn�t, he�d just stop thinking right
now.
So much for minimum fuss.
Gods, what else could go wrong?
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Author�s notes:
Yeah, I know the song doesn�t really go with
the tune of the actual composition, but I thought it was kind of cute.
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