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The Shackled Stallion	By : NuttyApple Category: Naruto > General Views: 1176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I�m sorry it�s so short
nya~

Disclaimer: I wish
it was mine so it�d be easier to show you guys what I mean.

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The Shackled Stallion
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It�s that damn fox,
that�s what it is. It�s in heat.
Yeah. Sure. And you�re
not horny at all.
You know, I think
it�s because he�s been celibate for�forever.
Shut. Up.
He glared fiercely at
nothing as the blond led him to the dance floor. This was the fault of the
entire world. It was Tsunade-sama�s fault because she assigned them the
mission. That shadowy gentleman who�d enlisted their village was at fault too.
It was their permanently blushing waiter�s fault for being so gullible. It was
the damn Mountain Man�s fault for letting them dance. It was the entire
club�s fault for being so overwhelmed by blond animal sexiness. It was Neji
and Gaara�s fault for utterly warping Naruto�s small amount of common sense.
And it was Naruto�s fault because he was wearing a sexy
please-punish-me-Master outfit in such a place where he could take complete
advantage of the fact.
And you�re
complaining because�?
Their mission was going
down the drain, taking his sanity with it.
Must�salvage�
�Oi, Naruto,� he hissed
nervously as he was dragged into the middle of a quickly widening circle. �Do
you even know how to dance?�
The blond happily nodded
an affirmative, apparently not realizing that he was in the midst of salivating
sex-hungry perverts and he was holding on to one of them. �Of course I do. I
went to a dance instructor.�
�A dance instructor?� A
mental fist came up to bonk against the golden hair-framed forehead. �You
idiot. Dance instructors teach you normal dancing like�like waltzing and
stuff like that.�
Add to his increasing
images one of Naruto in a suit and mask, with the ever-present whip.
�How would you know? You
ever been to a dance instructor?� he said, blue eyes shining with the light of
potential blackmail.
�Yes.� Sasuke answered,
daring him to even think about it.
�Well, mine was
different.� The blond said, grinning, his fingers tapping on his hip while he
waited for the music.
�Different how? She teach
you the foxtrot?� High up on the dj�s platform, he could dimly see two
silhouettes on the verge of strangling each other. They were most likely
arguing about which slutty strip music they�d like the sex kitten to dance to.
�Neji recommended her.�
�So?�
Naruto flashed him a
wicked grin that had the fight on the platform doubling in intensity. �I�ve
seen Neji lap-dance. On Gaara.�
His chin would have
bruises on its bruises by the time this night was over. He managed a weak, �You
spend way too much time at their place.� and to his great surprise, did not
faint. He contemplated chaining the blond to the bed to prevent the redhead and
his wanton lover from contaminating him further, and the resulting image had
him feeling for his handkerchief.
And then the music
started.
Slender arms slid around
his neck and a warm body pressed against his. He could feel the heavy beat through
the soles of his feet, working its way up his entire body, but it couldn�t be
louder than the beat of his heart.
�Try to keep up�� a soft
voice whispered in his ear before biting down. �Baby.�
This was completely
unfair.
You know you like
it.
Aren�t you guys dead yet?
You know demons. Can�t live with them, can�t live
without them�but damn, are they a good fuck.
Shut up.
�Sasuke, dancing entails
moving your body.� The blond whispered. �Unless you want to be stiff.
That�s okay too. I got a quick lesson in pole-dancing.�
How many times his eyes
bugged from his blood-drained face he had no idea, but he was sure this
wouldn�t be the last time tonight. Oh my gods.
He hadn�t realized that
Naruto was already moving, probably because he was still in shock. As he slowly
returned to the world where a chained and helpless blond was not a possibility
(or was it?) he realized, that no one could actually call it �moving�
with a straight face, unless they had perfected the poker face and didn�t mind
being struck by lightning for being the biggest liar in the world.
His hands were crossed at
the wrists behind Sasuke�s neck, and somehow he had managed to straddle one of
the brunette�s thighs without him noticing, and that meant that one of his thighs
was between his legs, and that wasn�t good because it rubbed up against him and
it made his sense go haywire. Sky-blue eyes were closed and he was biting his
lip in concentration as he undulated like a sensuous, sinuous and extremely
horny snake against his partner�s shock-still body.
Oh my gods.
�Relax, Sasuke.� came the
almost inaudible whisper. �Just concentrate on the music.�
Easy for you to say. Your motor-movement isn�t
curtailed by the stunning revelation that your partner has been taking
pole-dancing lessons.
One small hand slid down
his neck and the length of his body, wrapping around the fist at his hip, the
brunette�s only concession to the fact that he was dancing and when dancing,
it�s usually acceptable to have some physical contact with your partner. Gentle
fingers pried his free and laid them flat against a leather-clad hip.
�Come on, Sasuke-sama.�
The blond moved closer and a pointed tongue flicked out to tease his earlobe.
�Play with your kitten.�
The brunette and his
demons let out the same breathy phrase at the exact same time.
Oh. My. Gods.
His body, realizing that
his mind was still in a state of shock, and was most likely going to stay
there, decided to take action. He let his hand rest on Naruto�s hip while the
other pressed against the small of the blond�s back, letting their bodies fuse
together, in a n unconscious and futile attempt to make him stop moving.
It failed completely. If
anything, it made the blond move harder against him, and he cursed the rapidly
rising beat of the music.
�Dance, Uchiha.� The
sultry voice murmured in his ear, and he felt a hand press against his
backside, making him move to the rhythm of the blond�s hips. �Or don�t you know
how?�
Damn phermones.
His eyes gleamed.
�Say that again when we�re
done.�

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- - - - - -Author�s Notes- - - - - - -
Y�all
notice how Sasuke always gives in to his instincts in the end, after
being totally overwhelmed by the �pheromones�, or more accurately, his
unfulfilled libido? I can totally explain that. Um�well, it�s like this: He
would never give in to them if Naruto just kept touching him and such, even if
it meant that he�d explode form the tension. He�ll only give in when he feels
that he�s being challenged, meaning that if Naruto says something in a certain
way, he�ll take it to mean that he�s not up to it, and there�s no way he�s not
up to it �coz anything Naruto can do, he can do better (isn�t that a song?), so
there.
Do
you guys believe that? I hope you do�
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