The Shackled Stallion

Alrighty roo… on with the third installment!
… Sasuke, arguing with himself
*…* Orochimaru, arguing with him
/…/ Itachi, still torturing his little brother

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-*The Shackled Stallion*-

Naruto grinned and took a sip of his drink. He looked at it with surprise. "Hey, this is good."

"You didn't know what it was and you ordered it?"

"Well, yeah. It seemed like the kind of thing my character would do." He stuck his tongue out at the look on Sasuke's face. "It's called acting."

"Whatever." Dark eyes shifted to the hidden door and all of a sudden, his voice was businesslike. "What do you think is in there?"

He could barely make out the shift in the blond's eyes. "Don't look." One soft, tanned hand cupped his cheek to prevent him from being too obvious. "Two panes of dark glass just over the dance floor. Office of some sort."

"How do we break in?" He slid his hand over Naruto's, and to everyone else, they seemed to be two lovers in the midst of a very intimate tête-à-tête.

"We’ll have to check the back. It’s too crowded in here." The blond scooted closer and brushed his lips against Sasuke's hand, all the better to peer over his shoulder. "It’ll be hard to leave unnoticed though. That bouncer keeps looking in our direction."

He was so close. The brunette wished fervently in his mind that the table hid his current state. And that wasn't all he wished for. His other hand cupped his partner's neck, massaging gently. "A distraction?"

There was a low chuckle and the sound tickled his ear. "You want me to strip in the middle of the dance floor?"

"Are you crazy?" Though, in the silence of his mind, he would very much like that to happen in the privacy of his living room, just him and Naruto… "You won't be able to walk for a week if they get a hold of you."

"More like a year, by the way they're looking."

"What?"

Sasuke turned to glare at those who dared look at his prize, but once more, Naruto stopped him and drew him closer. "Shh. Don't look. Bouncer Dude looks like he's been doing time at the gym. Lots of time."

He began feeling unexpectedly annoyed. He didn't know why, but he did, and he felt the looks moving lustfully over the blond's body and that pissed him off even more. Without knowing why he did it, he began licking at the underside of Naruto's chin.

"What are you doing?" The blond gasped, involuntarily clutching at dark hair. "There's all these people here…”
"Exactly." Sasuke growled, beginning a series of nips to the other's ear, giving the lobe a sharp tug. "You said we should act the part, right? So act."

"But I-nn…" The 'sex kitten' moaned at the sensation, raking his fingernails over his partner's scalp.

One hand slid down over the nothing shirt and caressed an already erect nipple. Naruto whimpered and moved a hand over Sasuke's, and let it rest there, just feeling the warmth from both hand and chest. The brunette stopped working on the blond's now red ear and started on his neck. "Touch me, Naruto." He growled.

The blond couldn't do more than shift his other hand to the nape of the other's neck.

Sasuke smirked into his neck before he bit down. "Is acting all you can do, dobe?"

That changed everything pretty quickly. The blond stiffened and drew back, an eyebrow rising dangerously. "What?"

A smirk was all the warning he allowed before his mouth crashed onto Naruto's, demanding entrance even as he bruised their already swollen lips. He knew he shouldn’t, was digging himself right into the ground with his actions, but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t had sex before. Hell, they had been together and known each other for so long, it was practically a given that they would sleep together at least once. The problem was he didn’t want to stop at just once. He wanted. the dobe, with a passion he never thought he’d ever have for anyone after his family died.

Naruto tasted of oranges and chocolate, all things sweet and exotic. It was like emerging into the sunlight after living your entire life in a cave, and Sasuke found it addictive. He craved the unique taste and he plundered the moist cavern of the blond's mouth until small fists loosened their grip on his shirt and then Naruto started responding, opening like a flower under his insistently seeking touch. One hand covered his own as his thumb stroked over whisker marks that seemed so familiar and so different at the same time, and he felt the other hand cup his own cheek.

He gentled the kiss slowly, achingly slow even, drawing his tongue from the warmth of Naruto's mouth. With his other hand curled around the blond's throat, he could feel the mewls of protest that came out as little pathetic moans which he patiently kissed away until their lips parted.

"Sasuke..."

He placed gentle nibbling bites along the full lower lip, interspersed with soft kisses that Naruto returned eagerly. Every so often his tongue would cautiously prod at the closed seam of his partner's mouth, yearning for the intimate connection, but Sasuke always would shake his head and kiss his tongue back into his mouth. Finally, he let Naruto have his way after a few pleading whimpers, and the blond impatiently sucked his tongue back into his mouth, then rubbed against it, coaxing it into a languid dance.

"Um…"

Sasuke's eyes shot open and looked into the perpetually blushing face of Haru the Waiter. Everything came rushing back; the world, the mission, and most importantly, the people watching them make out like they were a porno. Even the dancers had stopped to stare.

"I b-brought you y-your ice cream." The unfortunate boy stuttered, trying to keep his eyes on Sasuke's and not stray down the forbidden plains of Naruto's behind. "I c-could bring it b-back l-later if you're b-busy…"

Just to prove a point, Sasuke kept his lips locked onto Naruto's just a little longer, ending their kiss languidly. Then he leveled Ginji and everyone else with a diamond stare that he had been perfecting ever since he'd come home to find that his brother had misplaced his sanity. It was the sort of stare that would have been found on a dragon and it said: Hands Off.

There was a single delighted moan as Naruto sampled the ice cream.

Well, at least Naruto knew who was boss.

Right?

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Sasuke took a deep breath, uncaring of the water that dripped down his face and into the collar of his shirt. He glared at himself in the mirror. He had been trying to wash away the last half hour and, failing that, drown himself in the bathroom sink. It wasn’t working.

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 back door and they had gotten onto the dance floor to case out the surrounding area, though how he had concentrated with Naruto's near-naked ass pressed against his hip as they mock-danced…that was a mystery probably best left unknown.

They had agreed that the best way to properly see everything there was to see was the cage attached near the ceiling where a number of figures writhed sensuously. 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 the 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 Haru had brought two hours ago. So he had had it refilled as many times as the unfortunate waiter came around.

…(Haru 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 the 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.*

/Put that ass on a plate and you’d be salivating along with us./

No! 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. You blood's all gone southside.*

"Shut up," he muttered.

They truly were 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, rot in hell) did a split.

He growled in frustration and shoved his head under the cold spray of the tap again, mentally praying that it would wash his demons straight back to where they came from.

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-*End of Chapter*-