The Shackled Stallion

Fourth Installment!

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-*The Shackled Stallion*-

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, hazed over as it was with beer and sexual aggravation.

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 kitten 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 decidedly weak in the knees.

"I like the 'wet' look on you." whispered Naruto teasingly. Then, ignoring the fact that his little show of affection had increased his desirability ten-fold, 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 Mori-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 – and was still inflicting – on him. Besides, Mountain Man had probably turned him down just 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 doing, 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. It was a very appealing thought. "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. "-sensei."

"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 shorthand on his spine and he controlled his shudder as he hurriedly put the words together.

Wanna play, do you?

He returned the favor, writing on his partner's stomach. I might as well.

Get ready for the ride of your life.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on his face

The blond returned his grin and dug his nails into his skin. Just try and keep up.

The entire room darkened in that instant, and they Became Sasuke-sensei and Leopard.

The hand withdrew and the kitten tipped his chin up with his nose, nuzzling against sensitive skin. "Please, Sasuke-saensei." 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-sensei only thinks about sex." Try to beat that.

"Who bought me chains for my birthday?"

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 again. He didn't know why; he just did, and soon they were both in the trance, responding solely to the 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. Naruto'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. 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, 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.

"Sensei…"

"You still want to dance, kitten?"

Fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled his partner up a little bit more, trailing his fingers down the toned, muscled 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’s smirk returned, 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. "I thought you want me to have fun."

His heart stopped. The game, his mind reminded him, performing artificial CPR, it's just the game. "Of course I do."

"But you’re being mean."

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.

"Just a little bit."

"Don’t you want me 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-sensei is mean."

"I know you don’t mind that much, Leopard." he murmured, enjoying the roll of the nickname on his tongue. He rolled his hips upwards, and Naruto nearly laughed. Admirably, he stayed in character.

"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.

That or he was drunk off his ass and he'd just molested his partner while they were on a mission in front of everybody and their mother.

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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-*End of Chapter*-