The Shackled Stallion

Here we go, second chapter! I’m going to remove all the crossover characters, just to let everybody know…tis too much hassle the other way.

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-*The Shackled Stallion*-

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They stopped after thirty-five minutes. They had made good enough time that they could afford to rest for a while before continuing. Besides, appearing in public with a sweating and panting Naruto was not an option he cared to pursue, especially when he was dressed like some cheap hooker. A very hot, desirable hooker, but a hooker nonetheless.

Sasuke leaned against the trunk of a tree, getting comfortable, one cautious eye on the dobe straddling the branch next to his.

I don’t want to think of the word ‘straddle’ at a time like this.

Ah, your inner pervert doth emerge. And about damn time too.

Though their journey had been uneventful, the voices had not stopped badgering him, and instead of bashing his head in with a rock, he had come up with a semi-plausible explanation as to why.

Look at those thighs…

Oh no…

You never know, we might get some action while we're in the bar.

What?

It's a gay bar. Getting some ass is what it's all about in there.

Finally, we're going to get a piece of that ass. I knew we should have come prepared.

I repeat, it's a gay bar. They probably have lube and condoms on every table, right next to the ketchup.

Pervert.

Oh yeah? Who's having these thoughts then?

This was the problem with having Itachi as your brother and Orochimaru as your mentor. You got demons on both shoulders. Horny, evil, sadistic little demons.

"Naruto." He said, trying to shut up the voices in his head. "You remember the mission, right?"

The other nodded, completely unaware of the mental altercation going on. "Infiltrate the bar and find out where they're keeping the stolen scrolls. Then report back to Tsunade-baba without getting caught." The blond grinned and winked, setting off a new argument. "Easy as three-minute ramen."

He winked at us! Let’s forget the mission and have our way with him.

What? No!

How can you not want that ass?

Any hot-blooded male would want it.

And here I am thinking you’re an asexual asshole and everything.

Kiss my ass.

I'd rather kiss his.

Have you never heard of rimming?

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the rough tree bark. If he scratched hard enough, he could break open his skull and squish his brain. That'd make them shut up.

If you do that, then you won’t be able to have sex with Naruto.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in despair. His eyes fell on the topic of the demonic discussion, and without prior consent, began gliding over every detail of the revealing outfit. An impish thought prodded a neuron and he started wondering. And kept on wondering until his mouth was just itching to open and ask, but he couldn't, it'd be too embarrassing, but then what was embarrassing to Naruto. Answer: Nothing.

He had to ask, just so he'd know he had asked. He wouldn't be human if he didn't.

"Naruto…are you even wearing any underwear?"

"Hmm?" The blond glanced down at his skin-tight shorts, then looked up at the brunette. "You idiot, of course I am."

"Ah." Well, that was fine. He wouldn't have to imagine Naruto's naked ass all the way to—

"I told you about Thongs and Things, yeah?"

-And Then…-

"Hey Sasuke," Naruto said, when they were near the entrance of the club.

"Nn?" he replied, careful not to turn towards his partner. He hadn't fully recovered from the thong statement, and every time he even heard the blond breathe, he couldn’t help but imagine him reclining in bed with a barely-there strip of black the only thing between him and impropriety. He had made sure that Naruto was always behind him, because even his demons were stunned to silence and there was no telling what would happen if they got the unknowing blond in their sights.

"Here."

It was a leash. The still working part of his mind reminded him that there was a silver hoop in Number One. He turned to the blond. He was fastening a large golden bell to the hoop.

He looked like very big, very sexy kitty. Sasuke swiveled around again to mop his nose with an already red handkerchief.

"Don't be such a prude. Just give it to me."

Oh gods.

Through the renewed gush, he heard a click and then Naruto was handing him the other end. He took it in a manner that might almost be called meek, praying to all the gods in heaven that this night wouldn't get any more…he didn't know the word, but if it got any more, he would lose all his blood through his nose.

The bouncer leered at them and gave Sasuke a complimentary matchbox. It had a picture of a manly black centaur getting it on with an equally aroused male chestnut, which was writhing in a sort of harness made up of slinky silver chains and black leather. If making fire was the only thing between him and a frozen grave, he would rather stand on top of a tree in a thunderstorm than use a goddamned Shackled Stallion Club matchbox.

And then he stopped thinking, again, because the gods had obviously liked the view and had ignored his prayer completely.

It was as if they had gone through a secret portal. As Naruto walked through the door of the most explicit and x-rated club in the whole of the country, he threw his shoulders back and turned the walk into a saunter that exploited his ass and his long, long legs, effectively turning his body language from Dangerous Jungle Cat to Steamy Sex Kitten. He held his head higher, a sultry smile gracing his lips as a ‘Look-All-You-Want-That’s-As-Far-As-You’re-Gonna-Get’ vibe started emanating from his very boots. You'd do anything for a single smile from those lips; you'd even jump off a cliff. Just a look from those eyes could make you cum.

Oh my GODS… There was a fresh blossom of red on the poor handkerchief.

If there ever was a thing as a showstopper then Naruto was it. He strutted his stuff down the stairs, and everyone he passed stopped doing whatever they were doing and stared at the blue-eyed, golden-haired leashed god. Every damn man in the entire club would have given their souls to the very Devil to be in Sasuke's place, holding the end of that leash.

The brunette ignored all the envious eyes and did a quick once-over of the club. It had the works: well-stocked bar, DJ, strobe lights, dance floor, not to mention the cages and poles. There were also little pockets of darkness along the walls, and he could make out the booths and people doing what he only hoped was kissing. There were two bathrooms and –a ferret-like man glanced suspiciously around him before disappearing inside an inner room– a door so inconspicuous it blended into the woodwork.

He looked at Naruto from the corner of his eye and the blond nodded imperceptibly. He maneuvered them into one of the booths that had an unobstructed view of the door simply by smiling and swaying his hips. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, obedient to the wishes of the honey-maned god that had graced them with his presence.

They sat down, and as the blond looked around some more, oblivious to the stares he was getting, Sasuke peered with veiled interest at the condiments. There was lube next to the ketchup.It was kiwi flavored.

A blushing waiter, obviously coerced by his fellows, approached their table. "Would y-you like a d-drink, sirs?"

Naruto flashed him a smile and he grew even redder, clutching his tray to his chest like a lifeline. "I'll have a Red Hot Orgasm, thanks."

The brunette idly wondered whether his handkerchief could still hold more blood without staining his new coat. His right shoulder demon howled in laughter.

"Just a beer."

The poor boy nodded and then stood there, apparently quietly debating with himself. Sasuke took the time to lean in and hiss, "Red Hot Orgasm?"

The blond laughed softly, the sound a husky purr in his throat. "Don't worry, it'll come."

He glared at the Naruto-esque pun and sat back.

The boy was still standing there. He stood there so long that the blond put a worried hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright…?"

The waiter jerked away like he'd been burned. "Ah…ah…c-could I ask s-sir for his…his name?"

"Of course. My name is Leopard." He pulled the English word off with just a hint of Japanese accent. The brunette had never heard a word sound more exotic in his life. He was so in awe with those lips, he nearly missed the next words. "And this is my…sensei."

His English lessons are finally…I'm his what?

When the tomato-red waiter had left, he leaned in once more, growling. "Sensei?!"

"You do look like a teacher," Naruto leaned in as well, his lips level with the brunette's ear. Hot breath washing against his skin and the image of petal-soft lips made Sasuke shudder. "Sasuke-sensei." The blond breathed, the words almost sounding like a wanton moan.

Despite himself, the brunette felt a thrill of desire. He grunted and pushed away, leaning against the seat and hoping the vision before him didn't notice the sunset-rivaling blush on his cheeks.

The boy came back with the drinks and got a wink for his trouble.

"There wouldn't be anything to eat around here, would there?"

"Um…um…" The boy was barely of legal age and did not deserve an evidently horny blond looking suggestively at him through his eyelashes like he wanted to pounce and rip his clothes off. "There's, um, p-peanuts at the bar."

"I was hoping for something more…" The next word was low and throaty. "Substantial."

Damn him.

The boy looked like he would shatter into a million pieces, his knuckles white around his tray as he struggled not to collapse into a puddle of over-stimulated mush. "I-I-I could ask the c-cook…w-what w-would you l-like?"

"Hmmm…how about something hot and hard…and just the teensiest bit rough…"

Sasuke choked on his beer.

"Or maybe something soft and creamy, with an elusive, addictive taste that leaves you wanting so much more…" Slender fingers were rubbing over parted lips as blue eyes remained on the boy's blushing face. One digit slid into his mouth provocatively, and whisker-marked cheeks caved in slightly as he sucked on it thoughtfully.

The boy shivered.

The brunette shifted, clearing his throat surreptitiously. It was really getting hot in here.

"Ice cream, that's it!" The finger pulled out with a wet-sounding pop, and Sasuke had to grab his handkerchief and stifle a moan at the same time. "A banana split with hot fudge. I can do without the hard and rough." Blue eyes, darkened with barely restrained lust, shifted to Sasuke and slid over his body suggestively. "For now."

The blond turned once more to the boy and then bit his lip uncertainly. Left Demon was screaming into Sasuke's ear. "You can get me my ice cream, can't you…" He glanced at the nametag, and damn well purred in pleasure. "Haru-kun? What a cute name." Eyelashes fluttered seductively and he licked his lips. "I’ll bet the whole package is cute too."

He wouldn't be surprised if the boy had a Red Hot Orgasm right then and there.

The boy, Haru, stumbled off again, nearly drowned under the deluge of sexual desire emanating from one Uzumaki Naruto.

"Would you stop flirting with the waiter?" he ground out furiously.

"Why? You jealous?" The blond grinned innocently and suddenly it was as if nothing had ever happened. Good old Naruto was back and the light in those azure-blue eyes was bright and had nothing to do with seduction whatsoever. "Sasuke, relax. It's a gay bar. We're supposed to act like this."

"It's overkill when you try to seduce the waiter." The brunette grumbled, though a hot twist of a feeling that he didn't want to examine disappeared.

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-*End of Chapter*-

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Mou, it was too good to change much. Just a little tweak here and there. And I had to cut in in half because it wasn;t showing up...good thing I checked it before doing the third chapter.

OHMIGOSH! I got TSS!Naruto to dance in my head again! YES!!!