The Sound of Dreams

AN: WARNING: The latter half of this chapter contains non-consensual sex (aka RAPE). If this material offends you, please do not read!! If you wish to find out who is involved before reading the material, just go to the reviews section. You should find out pretty fast. It is not my intention to offend anyone or to hurt anyone with this, it just evolved as a part of the story.

I am glad that everyone enjoyed the last chapter so much! You have no idea how much I worried about it!! Thanks so much for reading and for the wonderful reviews! Even though I don't always respond to all of them individually, I want you to know that I appreciate the effort very much! You have no clue how many times I have read over them!

I just want to make a disclaimer that I am not responsible for lost sleep or slipping grades! /grins Also, while I don't mind having your love declared for me, I am sorry to say that I already have had my babies and am not looking to add to my litter!! Nibbles and licks are always welcome! /blushes

CHAPTER 18


Sasuke stirred in his sleep, a prickling sensation along the back of his neck alerting him to eyes upon him. He surfaced quickly, wanting to put an end to the uncomfortable but not uncommon situation. He was sure that Orochimaru was in his room once again, drooling over his soon to be vessel. The Sannin had a bad habit of watching him at odd times. So, he tried to use it to his advantage to further his training. If the snake wanted to watch his future body in action, then Sasuke would show it off for him. He had found that the lessons increased in usefulness and number once he started participating in the sick bastard's voyeuristic tendencies.

His lids flickered then lifted, exposing the room to his gaze. Instead of the expected yellow eyes and dark hair of his sensei however, he was met with yellow hair and gorgeous blue eyes staring at him warmly. He blinked, a little disoriented for a moment, then remembered.

He felt his cheeks heat up under that appreciative perusal. Flashes of the night before played through his mind and he almost regretted not waking up with the blonde idiot next to him. Almost, except for that humiliating confession of what the dobe did with his clones while out from under adult supervision.

Almost as if knowing what was going through his mind, a grin appeared on those wonderfully talented lips. "You're still cute when you blush," Naruto said softly from his place on the floor.

"Hn," Sasuke responded, turning his face away.

There was a rustle of cloth, a brief silence and then fingers carded through his hair at the nape of his neck. He couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. The bed dipped slightly as a weight settled on the edge.

Sasuke turned back, ready to snap when his eyes fell on bare skin. A lot of bare skin. 'Damn boxers,' he thought as he shot the offending article of clothing a deadly glare. His cheeks burned again at his thoughts and he forced his eyes up at the grinning fool playing in his hair. He swatted the hand away from his head irritably.

"Last night doesn't give you the right to touch me whenever you want to." He somehow managed to give the impression of looking down his nose at the younger male even though he was the one prone on the bed.

"Well, there goes that theory," Naruto said ruefully.

"Hn."

"And here I thought you getting laid would help loosen you up," he said with a mock sigh. His lips twitched involuntarily.

Sasuke glared in response.

"Then again," he continued brightly, "I really haven't technically laid you yet." He stared down at the pale skinned body before him as if playing out how that scenario would go within his mind.

"In your dreams, dobe," he sneered, trying to fight down yet another blush. How the hell could the moron make him blush with just a glance? Granted, it was a rather lecherous glance.

"All too frequently," Naruto acknowledged with another playful sigh. Seeing that the Uchiha was almost at his capacity for being teased, he abruptly changed the subject. "When's breakfast?"

Sasuke felt himself relax slightly even as he scoffed at the question. "Do you only think with your stomach, dobe?"

A slow smirk spread across Naruto's face and Sasuke abruptly felt himself blushing again. At seeing the pink tinge highlighting the otherwise usually cold features, the blonde smiled broadly. He stood, gave a nice long, sinuous stretch, cracked an eye to make sure he was being watched and then sauntered over to his clothes. He turned his back as he pulled the navy boxers off, still a little unaccountably shy, before pulling on his black briefs. He turned back as Sasuke's eyes lifted up to his face and tossed the boxers to him.

"To wear to the shower," he said in response to the raised eyebrow. "Yours got a little messy last night." He grinned suggestively while at the same time he felt his cheeks redden.

"How can you leer and blush at the same time?" Sasuke growled crossly. The boxers disappeared under the blanket as he then wiggled into them.

Naruto pouted at the thought that he didn't get to see the raven-haired hottie totally nude even as he shrugged lightly. "How can Kakashi still blush after reading porn for the last fifteen years or so?"

Sasuke frowned, or maybe that was his usual expression in the morning. "Don't forget, he giggles, too."

"Yeah, creepy perv," Naruto agreed. "But a nice guy all the same."

Sasuke watched as Naruto smiled to himself, a look of self-confidence and pride made his features all but glow. But then the smile slowly faded and sadness suddenly filled his eyes.

"Naruto," he called quietly. The blonde looked up, a quick smile plastering across his face almost like a reflex action. "What happened in Konoha?" Right before his eyes, he saw that smile start to crumble and break. His eyes widened slightly as something tightened painfully in his chest in response.

There was a pause as Naruto took a deep breath and the smile returned and steadied. Sasuke's chest loosened but he still felt apprehensive. "Nothing worth worrying about, bastard." When he looked up, Sasuke's expression was totally blank. "I said it is nothing to worry about," he said firmly. "Now, why don't you get a shower so we can get those scrolls and get the hell out of here."

After a long moment, Sasuke let out a "Hn," and got out from under the covers. Grabbing his clothes, he pulled a robe on and headed out the door.

Naruto finished dressing and brushed his hair back, tying it temporarily. He knew that Sasuke's mild obsession regarding neatness would eventually get the best of him and he would fix it correctly. Satisfied, he followed Sasuke's earlier path to the bathrooms.

Sasuke glanced up as a familiar flicker of orange caught his eye. Naruto flashed him that lecherous grin that was starting to appear every time he was in some stage of undress. Currently he was standing in his boxers, waiting for the shower water to warm up. The other young man didn't stop however but continued on to the other part of the restroom. The sound of a stall door closing and locking signaled that he would be occupied for a few minutes.

Sasuke pulled off his boxers, tossed a towel within easy reach and entered the stream of warm, caressing water. Without conscious thought, he left the shower curtain partially open out of habit, then proceeded to bathe. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he expected to feel his sensei's eyes on him, watching him under the water, almost salivating at the thought of the pale skinned body that would be his vessel. So when he did feel eyes on him a few minutes later, he didn't react immediately. It was the sound of the unfamiliar voice that caused his head to whip around.

"You're blocking my view," a dark headed, well built man said from the other side of the basin.

Broad shoulders tensed beneath the mop of bright blonde hair as Naruto stood his ground between Sasuke and the stranger. "You shouldn't stare at something that doesn't belong to you," came the growled reply.

Sasuke felt his eyebrow twitch. Since when had he become a possession? Well, actually that answer was easy, since he had joined Orochimaru.

"And if I want to take it?" the man taunted.

Sasuke shook his head and moved to step out and stop this nonsense. He could handle himself and they were both idiots to think otherwise.

A sudden malevolent presence was the only warning that Sasuke or the other man had. Naruto's fist struck out fast enough that the man had no time to react and there was the resounding crack of knuckles hitting flesh. The man flew backwards and the sound of shattering tile filled the air as his body crashed into the wall behind him. He slid down into a motionless heap, chest barely stirring with his breath.

Sasuke jerked his gaze to meet the red eyes of the younger man standing directly outside of his shower. Those eyes focused on his unwaveringly as a clawed hand casually reached up and slowly pulled the curtain closed. As his view was finally blocked, Sasuke shivered as he remembered the possessive look in the other's eyes. The look both excited and unnerved him simultaneously.

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Orochimaru watched through eyes narrowed in speculation. His gaze flickered over to his slumbering cellmate before returning to where the red mist was seeping through the back of the seal on the cage doors.

Moving quietly, the Sannin approached the area. With a last glance at the still sleeping demon, he pulled some of that chakra towards himself and wrapped it around his lifeless arms. Chakra would not flow through the cursed limbs in his bodiless state as he had neither physical form nor spirit in the appendages.

He pulled himself up until he could reach the backside of the sealed area and touched the cold metal bars. He gasped in excitement as he felt himself being pulled along with the chakra, his hand slipping through the gates. The chakra flow suddenly stopped and he felt himself cast back into the cell, but he didn't let that deter him. He only needed patience and wait until his vessel pulled enough of the demonic chakra that he could escape. The leak that allowed the Nine-Tails' power to protect the boy would be his means of freedom.

He jerked away from his escape route as he heard a shuffling behind him. Turning, he felt himself pale even more than his normal white complexion as the demon slowly rose up to its feet.

The creature looked down on him and pulled its lips back, revealing wet fangs in a vicious smile. It deliberately sat back on its haunches and its form shimmered in a red haze. The borrowed chakra slithered over his arms and misted away, floating back to its owner. Orochimaru quickly pulled upon his own reserves and wrapped his arms in the purple darkness. He didn't want any weakness to aid in the Kyuubi's impending assault.

The scintillating of crimson light faded and a creature stood on two legs, head and shoulders above Orochimaru's own full height. His yellow eyes, wide and slightly dilated in apprehension, took in the changes he had seen but once before. And as with that other time, right after he had lost control of his vessel, he wondered if Naruto would look similar if he ever fully merged with the demon.

Thick luxuriant blood red fur covered the body to varying degrees. It was thinner on what would have been the underside had the male been on all fours. Pale skin was barely visible along the inner arms as well as the lower chest, abdomen and inner thighs. However to seemingly make up for it, longer fur dripped off the outer edges of the forearms, the backs of the thighs and made a shaggy mane of hair on the head and neck. All of the longer hair was tipped in black just like the ends of each of the nine red tails twitching almost cat-like behind the body.

Heels lifted off the ground to form a hock. The elongated feet were balanced on the balls, each toe sporting a wickedly sharp black claw. Long, almost elegant fingers were likewise dangerously adorned. Above a snub-nosed muzzle, red eyes gleamed at him salaciously. Black tipped ears rested high on the head and twitched slightly, catching the sound of the ninja's harsh breath. The demon was generously endowed and every bit of it was rigid.

Knowing he had no where to go, knowing that there was no where to run, Orochimaru still turned and bolted. A deep, amused chuckle echoed in the empty chamber, laughing at his attempts to avoid his fate.

Leg muscles bunched as the creature propelled itself forward. A clawed hand reached out and snagged his ankle, pulling him down like so much prey. Already aware that it was useless, the Sannin started in on the hand seals only to have his chakra brushed away like a minor irritant by a much more powerful force.

"You should know better by now, toy," the deep voice snarled. "You are in here with me now. No seals to contain my power, no restraints placed upon me inside of these walls, no pathetic human to control me. I could destroy you if I so choose. In here, you are mine to play with."

Orochimaru seethed with both anger and fear. He had fought this before and he had lost horribly and painfully. The creature blamed him for its current predicament. It had recognized his chakra once they had met face to face. The whole reason it had agreed to betray the brat was because it had thought he knew of a way to release it. He had played upon that belief to get what he wanted, power. But now here he was and the demon in front of him blamed him for having summoned it in the first place and its subsequent imprisonment. Oh, how it had laughed at him when he was unable to control the power it had poured into him.

Clawed hands gripped his wrists and he tried to tell himself that he had no body. It was literally in his mind. He fought not physically but with the strength of his will. And his will was overpowered with deplorable ease by the centuries old demon.

He felt his spiritual manifestation being flipped over onto his stomach. Clothing that he pictured upon his form vanished with a strong thought and a flare of chakra from his captor. His nude form quite accurately represented his bared and open mind to the Kyuubi.

A hand on the back of his neck held him pinned to the damp stone floor as sturdy knees spread his pale thighs. Claws dug into his hip to hold him in place as something thick and unyielding prodded at his backside.

Pain ripped through him even as his mind screamed out to him that this wasn’t real. But it was real enough because Kyuubi willed it so. Hips pistoned against his as pleasure was thrust into his consciousness. It hummed and sang through his brain even as the pain continued to claw at his thoughts. This was how the demon liked it. The duality pounding along his phantasmal nerves, bringing unwanted desire.

Granted he had thought about this kind of pleasure between two males before. The gods knew he had spent enough time watching and drooling over Sasuke-kun’s body. He had never touched the boy though. But he was honest enough to admit that his obsession would possibly have led him down that road. Especially after Sasuke-kun had taken to displaying himself under Orochimaru’s riveted, possessive gaze. The Sannin surmised perhaps that the boy thought to placate and entice him at the same time. He wanted to keep his sensei’s attention yet at the same time he didn’t want too much of it.

However, no matter how little or how much he had thought about sex with another male, he had never seen himself on the receiving end.

Pleasure crawled up his figurative spine, alerting him that the demon was getting him ready for the finale, something he both dreaded and welcomed. He knew that it would bring this to an end, knew it would be ecstasy, but also knew it would be agonizing.

“Yes, that’s it,” the dark demonic voice suddenly groaned. Glancing backwards, Orochimaru saw the gaze had turned inward. A trail of red slid through the cage doors at a bare trickle. The thing that was crouched and mounted behind him gave a lustful growl and then looked down at him with blazing eyes. “The brat’s jerking off…feels good…wonder what he would do if he knew why he was feeling so horny…” the voice trailed off on another moan.

Hips started taking him harder, silken fur sliding erotically against his hyper sensitive skin. The pleasure, which had ebbed with the youkai’s distraction, returned full force, bringing a gasp from his pale lips.

“Fuck! He’s so close!” it panted heavily.

Orochimaru felt his “body” tighten, knew what it premeditated and couldn’t help but let out a whimper of trepidation.

“That’s it! Take it, bitch!”

His world shattered under the pleasure but the cry he let out quickly turned to a yell as pain arced hot and hard through him. The Kyuubi threw its head back and howled lustfully at his screams, deriving its own twisted pleasure from the human’s confused, anguished cries. That was when it felt its host reach his own climax and the added sensations rode through its system, causing it to almost swoon in delight.

The Sannin pulled away and the demon let him. He curled up on the floor, body trembling, trying not to whimper. He would get out of here. He knew a way now. Once he was out, he would take over this body and find a way to make the demon pay. He would enslave it to his will. He would absorb its power and steal its immortality. It would then be the toy and he would be the master.

He glanced up as he felt a stir in the air. The demon leaned over him with a strange look on its furred face. A clawed hand reached out and Orochimaru fought not to flinch. The hand hesitated then slowly touched his hair with apparent gentleness. Those demon red eyes flickered for a moment, their color shifting to blue. His own eyes widened as the fingers pulled through his long, straight black hair.

The demon froze, a look of surprise crossing its face quickly followed by anger. The creature stalked away from him, muttering and growling beneath its breath as it resumed its normal form.

Orochimaru blinked in confusion. Everyone knew that the beast affected the boy, but no one had ever stopped to wonder if the boy ever affected the beast.


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