The Shackled Stallion
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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The End of the Mission
Here we go! Sixth installment!
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-*The Shackled Stallion*-
Sasuke sauntered down the dark alleyway, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
Now that he had gotten away from the haze and incessant beat of the club, he could feel his mind clearing. It helped that Naruto wasn’t clinging to him like the pornographic equivalent of a barnacle on a rock.
Naruto.
Even out here, he couldn’t forget clear blue eyes, apple-scented hair, tantalizingly smooth skin wrapped in red leather, the slim line of his neck, long legs that were just begging to be spread…
And a smile so open and trusting that he’d fallen irreparably in love with it.
It wasn’t that he was fighting against it. It was just that he had never thought he would ever fall in love, especially with Naruto of all people.
But then again…
…
Slender hands ghosted over his chest before tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. Tongues battling for domination as clothes were ripped off and thrown haphazardly in every direction. The kiss was hot and hard and desperate, then teeth bit down, not hard enough to draw blood but just enough to send desire coursing straight to an already very aroused part of him. His hands, barely shaking, trailed down acres of toned muscle. They were writhing on a bed –didn’t matter whose it was, all that mattered was this happening right here, right now and it felt so good- so close together as to be indistinguishable to any onlooker. Not that anyone would be looking. It was the dead of night.
Moonlight found its way through the drawn curtains, ethereal glow giving everything he could see a dream-like quality. Nails scratched down his bare back and he nearly screamed in pleasure. Lips on his neck, nipping, biting, licking –yes yes yes- as he tried to gain control over the urges that were bursting in him. He had to, it wasn’t an Uchiha’s way to lose control over anything, but then he couldn’t think, couldn’t gather his thoughts…
“Sasuke, come on…”
He breathed out when he heard his name on those sinful lips. How could he stop? He wouldn’t be human if he did.
“Just…”
“Take me, Sasuke.”
Sweat trickling down the side of his neck as a hot mouth suckled on his fingers and his hips bucked involuntarily. There was a dark, muffled chuckle, something he thought he’d never hear, and it just made his friend –his lover- even sexier.
“You want it…”
Oh yes.
A tense moment, and then he was in and ohmygods…
…
He could feel himself getting aroused just at the memory of that night, and he shook his head again free from the sighs and moans that he could practically hear. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to feel that way again, but this time he wanted more than just a romp in the dark and a dent in his pillow when he woke up. He couldn’t blame what he felt on pheromones. He wanted everything that Naruto could offer, and tonight had been just what he needed to break through the denial that had been hounding him ever since that night. Not to mention the sinful costume the blond was sporting just made him want to make sure no one ever got their hands on what was his.
There was a corkscrew of a stairway just next to a large garbage bin. It led to a door two floors above, just where the office would be. He made his way to it, skirting a couple that were in a serious state of dishabille. He climbed the rickety steps, mind on the mission now. The sooner they could finish, the sooner they could get home, and then…he could do whatever he wanted.
He scanned the rooftops. There was one camera, which he had re-routed with a handy tape. It now showed an empty lot to whoever was watching. Up here, blanketed by the shadows and the moonless sky, he was nearly invisible anyway. He ran his fingers over the lock, figuring out the make and type, before pulling out a lockpick.
“Naruto,” he whispered.
“Yep?” He could barely make out the familiar voice among the tinny music coming through the earpiece. “Found anything?”
“A door. It’s the office fire escape. Is there anyone in there?”
“Wait a sec.”
Sasuke leaned nonchalantly against the door, looking for all the world like he should belong there. His mind was once more on his best friend. It was like he couldn’t last five seconds without thinking about him tonight. The blond had made it hard for him to ignore anything he did, and Neji hadn’t helped. Who would have thought his thrice-damned cousin could have made his life so hard? Introducing Naruto to the world of leather and thongs and to a dance instructor that taught pole-dancing…he could have lived his whole life happily in ignorance of what his apparently perverted cousin did in his spare time. This night had been a complete headache because of him, what with all the sexual innuendo, the perverted looks being slanted in their direction…
…hot lips sliding over his own, moans that sounded so deliciously appealing, hands, fingers, an erection pressed intimately against his…
…and the jealousy he could feel welling up in his gut every time someone else even dared speak to his partner.
At least those damnable baby blues could do something other than getting him all hot and bothered. Naruto’s eyes, thanks to the nine-tailed demon inside him, could pierce through fog, darkness and tinted glass with little effort.
“No one there. Get in, get out.” The impish tone returned. “Then come and watch me dance, Sasuke-sensei.”
The brunette rolled his eyes, but a corner of his lips turned upwards in a decidedly devilish smirk.
Let’s see whose laughing later.
/Finally! Eyes on the prize, little brother!/
He ignored the voices. The lock was barely an obstacle. There was a click and the door swung open.
Five minutes later, the vein on his forehead started ticking.
…
Now he didn’t know what to do.
He made his way blindly through the crowd and folded himself into their dark, still unoccupied booth. He had no doubts that Haru, their over-attentive waiter, had had something to do with that, but he couldn’t think of that right now. His fist tightened on the letter that had been one of the only things in the office safe.
The others had been a large bottle of lubricant and a pair of handcuffs. Which had stuffed into his back pockets because they certainly would be useful, but no, goddamit, he was all of pissed right now…
All this torture and for nothing.
“Sasuke, what’s wrong? You didn’t find the scrolls?” The metallic-sounding voice whispered into his ear, almost inaudible now that he was back in the bar.
That he had been tricked into going to. Goddammit.
There was going to be hell to pay for this.
“Sasuke?”
“What?” He ground out, finally looking up in righteous anger, as he sought out the owner of the voice.
His anger washed away like it had never been there, and his jaw dropped once more. Naruto hadn’t been kidding about the pole-dancing.
He was in the most lewdly suggestive pose Sasuke had ever seen, chest parallel to one leg, leather-molded ass up in the air, arms through the bars of the age before he pulled them back in and resumed his ‘dance’. He looked like the illegitimate love child of Salacity on holiday. His hips were moving in that sensual way that had every man panting near the point of orgasm, thrusting and shimmying against a very lucky pole like he could actually have sex with it right then and there, in front of everybody, his skin glowing in the stark light that passed over him every once in a while. Even from this distance, Sasuke could make out the pink tip of tongue that was held between the white, slightly fanged teeth, and the whiskered face that was wreathed in deep concentration. Now his hands were caught around the pole behind him, back pressed intimately against it, much like they had been on the dance floor, but with his ankles locked together as he writhed, and then he slid down to the floor and spread his thighs.
Sasuke choked on air and felt his nose start to bleed yet again.
He was going to kill Neji.
Even with the homicidal thoughts running through his mind, he found that he couldn’t look away. Naruto was every closet pervert’s x-rated dream come true. He was pure debauchery, leather-clad or not. Even when he was in uniform, hair mussed and grimy after a long, hard mission, or when he was smiling that stupid dobe grin of his after he’d eaten you out of house and home, or even when he was just walking down the street, hands behind his head, looking happy and content. He oozed a sexuality that didn’t need to be dressed up, didn’t need the chains and buckles or short shorts or thigh-high boots.
“You like?”
Sasuke nearly laughed as Naruto winked at him.
He was looking forward to wiping that smug look off his face.
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-*End of Chapter*-
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-*The Shackled Stallion*-
Sasuke sauntered down the dark alleyway, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
Now that he had gotten away from the haze and incessant beat of the club, he could feel his mind clearing. It helped that Naruto wasn’t clinging to him like the pornographic equivalent of a barnacle on a rock.
Naruto.
Even out here, he couldn’t forget clear blue eyes, apple-scented hair, tantalizingly smooth skin wrapped in red leather, the slim line of his neck, long legs that were just begging to be spread…
And a smile so open and trusting that he’d fallen irreparably in love with it.
It wasn’t that he was fighting against it. It was just that he had never thought he would ever fall in love, especially with Naruto of all people.
But then again…
…
Slender hands ghosted over his chest before tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. Tongues battling for domination as clothes were ripped off and thrown haphazardly in every direction. The kiss was hot and hard and desperate, then teeth bit down, not hard enough to draw blood but just enough to send desire coursing straight to an already very aroused part of him. His hands, barely shaking, trailed down acres of toned muscle. They were writhing on a bed –didn’t matter whose it was, all that mattered was this happening right here, right now and it felt so good- so close together as to be indistinguishable to any onlooker. Not that anyone would be looking. It was the dead of night.
Moonlight found its way through the drawn curtains, ethereal glow giving everything he could see a dream-like quality. Nails scratched down his bare back and he nearly screamed in pleasure. Lips on his neck, nipping, biting, licking –yes yes yes- as he tried to gain control over the urges that were bursting in him. He had to, it wasn’t an Uchiha’s way to lose control over anything, but then he couldn’t think, couldn’t gather his thoughts…
“Sasuke, come on…”
He breathed out when he heard his name on those sinful lips. How could he stop? He wouldn’t be human if he did.
“Just…”
“Take me, Sasuke.”
Sweat trickling down the side of his neck as a hot mouth suckled on his fingers and his hips bucked involuntarily. There was a dark, muffled chuckle, something he thought he’d never hear, and it just made his friend –his lover- even sexier.
“You want it…”
Oh yes.
A tense moment, and then he was in and ohmygods…
…
He could feel himself getting aroused just at the memory of that night, and he shook his head again free from the sighs and moans that he could practically hear. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to feel that way again, but this time he wanted more than just a romp in the dark and a dent in his pillow when he woke up. He couldn’t blame what he felt on pheromones. He wanted everything that Naruto could offer, and tonight had been just what he needed to break through the denial that had been hounding him ever since that night. Not to mention the sinful costume the blond was sporting just made him want to make sure no one ever got their hands on what was his.
There was a corkscrew of a stairway just next to a large garbage bin. It led to a door two floors above, just where the office would be. He made his way to it, skirting a couple that were in a serious state of dishabille. He climbed the rickety steps, mind on the mission now. The sooner they could finish, the sooner they could get home, and then…he could do whatever he wanted.
He scanned the rooftops. There was one camera, which he had re-routed with a handy tape. It now showed an empty lot to whoever was watching. Up here, blanketed by the shadows and the moonless sky, he was nearly invisible anyway. He ran his fingers over the lock, figuring out the make and type, before pulling out a lockpick.
“Naruto,” he whispered.
“Yep?” He could barely make out the familiar voice among the tinny music coming through the earpiece. “Found anything?”
“A door. It’s the office fire escape. Is there anyone in there?”
“Wait a sec.”
Sasuke leaned nonchalantly against the door, looking for all the world like he should belong there. His mind was once more on his best friend. It was like he couldn’t last five seconds without thinking about him tonight. The blond had made it hard for him to ignore anything he did, and Neji hadn’t helped. Who would have thought his thrice-damned cousin could have made his life so hard? Introducing Naruto to the world of leather and thongs and to a dance instructor that taught pole-dancing…he could have lived his whole life happily in ignorance of what his apparently perverted cousin did in his spare time. This night had been a complete headache because of him, what with all the sexual innuendo, the perverted looks being slanted in their direction…
…hot lips sliding over his own, moans that sounded so deliciously appealing, hands, fingers, an erection pressed intimately against his…
…and the jealousy he could feel welling up in his gut every time someone else even dared speak to his partner.
At least those damnable baby blues could do something other than getting him all hot and bothered. Naruto’s eyes, thanks to the nine-tailed demon inside him, could pierce through fog, darkness and tinted glass with little effort.
“No one there. Get in, get out.” The impish tone returned. “Then come and watch me dance, Sasuke-sensei.”
The brunette rolled his eyes, but a corner of his lips turned upwards in a decidedly devilish smirk.
Let’s see whose laughing later.
/Finally! Eyes on the prize, little brother!/
He ignored the voices. The lock was barely an obstacle. There was a click and the door swung open.
Five minutes later, the vein on his forehead started ticking.
…
Now he didn’t know what to do.
He made his way blindly through the crowd and folded himself into their dark, still unoccupied booth. He had no doubts that Haru, their over-attentive waiter, had had something to do with that, but he couldn’t think of that right now. His fist tightened on the letter that had been one of the only things in the office safe.
The others had been a large bottle of lubricant and a pair of handcuffs. Which had stuffed into his back pockets because they certainly would be useful, but no, goddamit, he was all of pissed right now…
All this torture and for nothing.
“Sasuke, what’s wrong? You didn’t find the scrolls?” The metallic-sounding voice whispered into his ear, almost inaudible now that he was back in the bar.
That he had been tricked into going to. Goddammit.
There was going to be hell to pay for this.
“Sasuke?”
“What?” He ground out, finally looking up in righteous anger, as he sought out the owner of the voice.
His anger washed away like it had never been there, and his jaw dropped once more. Naruto hadn’t been kidding about the pole-dancing.
He was in the most lewdly suggestive pose Sasuke had ever seen, chest parallel to one leg, leather-molded ass up in the air, arms through the bars of the age before he pulled them back in and resumed his ‘dance’. He looked like the illegitimate love child of Salacity on holiday. His hips were moving in that sensual way that had every man panting near the point of orgasm, thrusting and shimmying against a very lucky pole like he could actually have sex with it right then and there, in front of everybody, his skin glowing in the stark light that passed over him every once in a while. Even from this distance, Sasuke could make out the pink tip of tongue that was held between the white, slightly fanged teeth, and the whiskered face that was wreathed in deep concentration. Now his hands were caught around the pole behind him, back pressed intimately against it, much like they had been on the dance floor, but with his ankles locked together as he writhed, and then he slid down to the floor and spread his thighs.
Sasuke choked on air and felt his nose start to bleed yet again.
He was going to kill Neji.
Even with the homicidal thoughts running through his mind, he found that he couldn’t look away. Naruto was every closet pervert’s x-rated dream come true. He was pure debauchery, leather-clad or not. Even when he was in uniform, hair mussed and grimy after a long, hard mission, or when he was smiling that stupid dobe grin of his after he’d eaten you out of house and home, or even when he was just walking down the street, hands behind his head, looking happy and content. He oozed a sexuality that didn’t need to be dressed up, didn’t need the chains and buckles or short shorts or thigh-high boots.
“You like?”
Sasuke nearly laughed as Naruto winked at him.
He was looking forward to wiping that smug look off his face.
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-*End of Chapter*-