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Part II: Permoveo, Indegentia
Title: “In Somnium, Aveo Captore”
Series: Naruto
Genre: Supernatural, Suspense, Romance
Begun: 18 September 2009
Number of Chapters: 6
Summary: As Naruto begins having dreams of a lover he cannot see, Sasuke and Sakura notice changes in him that could prove dangerous. Where are these dreams coming from, and how do they relate to the way Sasuke has been feeling?
Author's Note: Thanks to all you guys that have reviewed. It's great motivation! Again, we've got a Latin title for the chapter. “Permoveo, Indegentia” means “to stir, to need”. It was the closest I could come to saying that what is going on is stirring up need in both Naruto and Sasuke. BE WARNED: Naruto's newfound sexiness has an effect on just about everyone. There is some light hetero in this chapter, but it's primarily there as a plot device, so don't worry about it! Sorry about the short chapter...it needed to be the end of this stage of the story, though.
Oh, and jordash00, Heartbreaker was nearly finished when my harddrive died. I'm trying to reconstruct it.
Inspirational Music for Part II: Porcupine Tree's album In Absentia, and Lacuna Coil's Comalies album.
Warnings:
Y--Yaoi
FL--Foul Language
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Part II: Permoveo, Indigentia
Water streamed over his body, soaking his hair, running in rivulets down his spine as he felt the man press against him. Though it was indistinct to the eye, the erection that brushed against his stomach was firm, and Naruto gasped. The shadowy man used his body to trap Naruto against the shower wall, taking his wrists in hand and pinning them on either side of his head. He found it difficult to believe how good the friction it caused felt, or the amount of fire it ignited in his gut.
They moved against one another for a long time, breaths quickening, until it nearly became too much. Naruto could not stand it any longer. Shifting slightly, he wrapped one leg around an indistinct waist. “I need...” He wasn't really sure what he needed, just that he needed. There was something missing, something that he could not name. Hips thrusted harder against his, and he cried out. One of the hands released a wrist, and after a few moments of repositioning themselves, the man had begun to press into him, without anything more than water from the shower to ease the way.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” he screamed, and his body burned, unsure of whether what it felt was pain or pleasure. The next few moments were a blur of pain, movement, and his own cries. When he came to himself again, the pain had subsided, and pleasure was building. The man did not make a sound other than his breathing, but Naruto made up for it tenfold. It hurt so much that it felt good, and he was in so much pleasure that it began to be painful.
Their movements became more and more erratic, and then--
“Naruto!” Genma hissed, poking him harshly in the shoulder. His eyes snapped open as he inhaled sharply at the realization that he was having one of those dreams again. He was back in his bedroll in the clearing, with Sasuke and Ino sleeping nearby, as well as the package they took delivery of sitting on the ground near Genma's pack. “Shit,” Genma said in a very exasperated way, “I tried to wake you up four times...It's your watch, kiddo.”
Naruto sat up, and let out a hissing curse. “Fuck!” Sharp pain lanced up his back, causing him to reel sideways before he caught himself. He felt like he'd had a flagpole jammed up his ass. Wait just a damned minute...why am I sore? I didn't...it was a dream...Oh, fuck it hurts! Genma looked at him questioningly, as if to ask what was wrong. “Nothing. My back just hurts like hell. Must have slept on it wrong.” Genma seemed skeptical, but he wasn't about to give up his beauty sleep to ask more about it. Five minutes later, he heard soft snores coming from his squad captain's bedroll.
He watched the woods, but it was not long before he turned his eyes to Sasuke, instead. Naruto could not figure out why he found his friend so fascinating, but there really was not anything else there to catch his attention. It was probably that damned open-neck shirt; so much skin was right there, out in the open, and he wanted to kick himself, because he couldn't stop staring at it. After another minute, he forced himself to focus on his watch, taking things one moment at a time, until it was over, and he woke Ino for hers. He went back to his bedroll, and watched her walk to the place she had designated as “her spot”.
Ino had amazing legs. He could only imagine what she could do with them, how tightly she could wrap them around—oh, God. Stop it, please. He shoved his blankets down over his burning red face, and lay awake all night, with some of the most disturbing images roaming through his mind...
--
Sakura saw them coming down the street, and instantly started assessing them. Both Sasuke and Naruto were covered in blood, and Naruto leaned on Sasuke for support. From the way he moved his left leg, she would say that there was something wrong with his Achilles tendon. She sighed, moving away from the stall where she had been looking at apples. Upon their approach, she said, “What happened?” Sasuke grunted, seemingly too annoyed to speak, so she turned her attention to Naruto, whose face was slightly pale, the dark circles under his eyes only heightening that disheartening effect. He looked away guiltily. Sakura's eyes narrowed, and she clicked her tongue. He would be evasive. She said to Sasuke, “Don't just stand there. Get him over to my apartment. We both know how he is about not wanting to go to the hospital.” A monosyllable of annoyance was all she got in return before he veered off to the east, beginning the four-block trek to Sakura's apartment.
Screw apples, she thought, where's that meat vendor? Letting them have a head start would serve a dual purpose. The two of them were moving slowly, so it would give them time to get ahead of her and not make her wait for them, but it would also allow her the ability to think. This would be a good opportunity to examine Naruto more thoroughly, and figure out what the hell was up with him. Her previous attempt had been very brief, only to see if he had some kind of infection, and nothing she had said so far would convince him to let her take another look.
His behavior was becoming a bit alarming. Earlier in the week, before the mission they'd just come back from, he had refused a sparring session with her, saying he wasn't in the mood. If there was one thing Naruto enjoyed, it was a good training session. And he loved being able to get inside her defenses, and tease her about it later. But for him to simply say he was not in the mood...it was completely out of character! She had also spoken to Ino, she said he was quieter than usual on missions, and that it was starting to freak her out.
The other member of their four-man squad, Shiranui Genma, said that he had become listless, distracted, and it was the strangest thing, but he was sure he had caught Naruto checking out his ass. Sakura had laughed at that last bit, but now she thought about it, other people had commented on Naruto's behavior, as well. One of the other medics had said she couldn't be sure, but thought that he had felt her up in a crowded elevator, and Tenten had heard him murmuring something strange about Neji's hair. Whatever was up with Naruto, it needed to stop.
Sakrura hefted her bag, now filled with beef fillets, a new bag of rice, and green peppers. After healing, Naruto was going to need heavy-duty food.
--
Sasuke sat on the opposite end of the couch from Naruto, watching him wince with every slight movement. The pain that was obvious in his blue eyes was not due to a wrenched ankle and a possibly ripped tendon. That was not something he felt would bother Naruto, at least not for long. As far as he knew, the overt self-healing abilities his friend had would take care of that, so long as he kept his foot in a decently immobilized position. No, Sasuke thought, there's something else going on here. Sakura had seemed to notice it, too. He was glad for her medical expertise, and her observational skill. Even though she had only seen them for a few seconds, she knew enough about Naruto's condition to fix up an ice pack the moment they got in the door.
Again, he looked at Naruto, who had his foot propped up on a pillow in the middle of the couch, the ice pack sitting gingerly atop it. His face looked sullen, but it was also closed, which Sasuke was not used to. His eyes were guarded, narrowed to blue slits by pain and suspicion. Full lips were turned down slightly in a frown of thought, and there was a crease between his eyebrows.
“God, I hope your face doesn't stick like that,” Sasuke said, hoping that teasing would get a reaction like it usually did. Naruto had been unresponsive for most of the journey back home. All he got was a glare for his trouble. “Don't look at me like that, either,” Sasuke grumped, and Naruto crossed his arms over his chest in a huff, immediately stiffening afterward, obviously in pain. Sasuke chose to disregard this. “What the hell is wrong with you lately?” He was so spaced out that he'd nearly gotten himself killed twice, and their mission almost failed. He was too quiet, and there was a very odd tension that seemed to saturate the air around him. Sasuke could not say that he liked it, not one bit.
“Nothing.” There was a tone of finality in Naruto's voice that wasn't usually there, and Sasuke thought it best to let the subject be for the moment. If he knew Sakura—and he did—she would figure out how to make him talk, anyway, and he would not have to worry about it anymore.
--
Naruto sighed, letting his chopsticks fall into his bowl with a soft clink of wood on china. He was pleasantly full, his foot was healed, and Sasuke was in the bathroom, so he didn't have to feel the weight of the other man's gaze. It made him feel bad, and things only became worse when Sasuke started asking him questions about what he was thinking, or why he was preoccupied for the past few weeks. Not that he could really help it! Those dreams were disturbing enough, but what happened when he was close to people...that was just too much.
He had forced himself not to do what his body was screaming at him to do several times. Last week, he had been sitting with Neji, and had the nearly overwhelming urge to grab a handful of his hair, pull his head back, and bite the pale skin of Neji's neck. Naruto thought that this was odd, because even though it was obvious Neji was very attractive to just about anyone, he'd never really considered pursuing anything romantic or sexual with him. Now, when in his elder friend's presence, his thoughts often strayed into the gutter. For that reason, he had made a concerted effort to stay away from not only Neji, but most people in general.
Sasuke reentered the room, reminding him that here was one person that it was nearly impossible to avoid. And he had tried to, but it was difficult when he couldn't fucking hide from a man that knew every bolt hole into which he might stuff himself. He'd tried sparring like usual, but...every time he got close, he couldn't keep up his guard. He would catch the smell of Sasuke's hair, or feel the heat coming off of him, and he simply could not think or react. Naruto had been smacked around pretty hard before he managed to focus, but even that had not turned out in the way he had planned. Looking back, he realized that turning Sasuke down flat would have been a better idea than trying to play it cool and actually spar. There were times now when he could still smell him, and feel him trembling beneath his body. Had he not gotten up to leave when he did, something very bad would have happened.
It didn't happen when Sasuke was aroung, but something did happen. Several times. His face began to heat up at the thought of that, so he pushed it away, not wanting to deal with it. Naruto could not look at Sasuke now without a consuming desire to pin him to the ground again.
“--Feeling better?” Sakura's voice cut into his thoughts, and he was yanked back into the reality of the moment with an abruptness that was rather jarring. He guessed that she had asked him if he felt better, and he said that yes, he did. “Well, you look like crap.”
Somewhat baffled by her sudden insult, Naruto leaned back against the couch cushions, stifling a hiss of pain into a snort. “Thanks, Sakura. I love you too.” His voice came out a bit more tense, and less sarcastic than he had wanted it to, but there was no helping it now.
She tilted her head to one side, and sighed. “I'm worried about you,” she said, her forehead creasing in concern. “You're pale, you obviously have not been sleeping well...you're not talking as much, and just now was the first time I've seen you eat a full meal in nearly a month. Also, you still look like you're in pain, but it isn't from your ankle. Now, as the person you always come to when you're hurt, will you please tell me what's going on with you?” He blinked, unable to process all of that for a few seconds. He knew all those things, that he was becoming more and more despondent, that he could not focus on anything for long, and how nothing held his interest unless it had to do with his libido.
“I...” He began, but his eyes strayed toward the other end of the couch, where Sasuke was sitting. “Do I have to talk about this while he's here?” Naruto looked pleadingly at Sakura, who glanced at Sasuke. Whatever she may have said in return was swallowed up by Sasuke's gruff commentary.
“If you think I'm leaving, then you're more cracked in the head than I thought you were.”
Sakura nodded, approving of Sasuke's wish to be present. “See? I'm not the only one that's worried. Only some people have a funny way of showing it.” Sasuke rolled his eyes, and Naruto decided that he had to agree with Sakura's words. Sasuke might be alarmed over his behavior, but to him, it seemed as if it was just his usual irritation, magnified by whatever might be getting his panties in a knot on this particular day. After a few more moments of consideration, He relented.
“Fine,” Naruto sighed, “But don't judge me.”
--
Sasuke was sure his mouth had fallen open long before the end of the description of Naruto's first dream. Luckily for him, the entire monologue seemed directed at Sakura, and Naruto showed no signs of noticing his befuddlement. He had described in minute detail everything he could remember from those dreams, as well as how they were affecting his daily life. According to Naruto, he could not keep from having sexual thoughts about nearly every person he knew. Sakura seemed interested in this fact, and mentioned that it might be a spillover of sexual frustration or repression.
“I don't think I'm repressed...” Naruto had grumbled at that point, after which Sakura began to explain to him certain psychological phenomena, in layman's terms, and the point was conceded soon thereafter. “But there's something worse.” Naruto shifted on the couch again and did not now conceal how much it hurt him. “I don't think these things are just dreams. If they are, then how come I'm sore, in all of the places that were...um...used in my dreams?”
Sakura gaped, and Sasuke could not help the flush that sprang up onto his face. His heart was starting to race as Sakura probed at Naruto with her chakra, fearing that what he suspected might be true. There was little doubt that there was something very strange going on, but what was causing it, he had no idea. The dreams that Naruto described, with absolutely no deviation, were identical to those that he himself had experienced. In those dreams, rather than a formless dark shape, he saw himself. He remembered exactly how Naruto felt against him, how his skin tasted, and the way he smelled. Sasuke felt a knot form in his stomach, wondering if something had occurred while they were out on a mission.
Had the enemy performed some kind of jutsu on the both of them? What kind of technique could do this? He needed to know, because he had to stop it. “I have to go,” he said as he stood, and walked to the door. “There are some things I need to take care of.” He left without another word or backward glance, but as he did, Sasuke felt sure that both of them were staring at his back.
--
The door closed behind Sasuke, and Sakura sighed. She looked back at Naruto, who was staring at the door with a look of hurt on his face that had nothing to do with the pain in his nether regions. She could tell that there was something he was not saying. “Okay, Naruto. Spill it.”
Naruto's eyes widened as he returned his attention to her, and he waved his hands in front of himself. “Oh, no. Some things...no, I'm not telling you.”
Sakura leaned forward, studying his face. He looked as if he were going to jump out of his skin at any moment. What the hell happened between those two? It was maddeningly irritating, because there was obviously something that neither of them wanted to admit. Okay, she thought, If you want to play it that way, let's try a different approach. Easy does it... “You can't hide it. I've seen the way you've been looking at him.”
Anger flashed in Naruto's eyes, their blue becoming darker with the emotion. “How? How have I been looking at him? And how is it any different than how I'm looking at you right now?” He shifted on the couch, planting both feet on the floor and leaning forward until his elbows rested atop his knees. For a moment, he stared at the floor, and then he was looking at her; somehow, he seemed much more threatening, and there was a look in his eyes that Sakura had not noticed before. His gaze seemed heavy, and full of heat. “Do you know what I'm thinking? Do you know what is going through my mind...right now?”
Her heart gave a jolt, and then it was suddenly beating out of control. “No...I don't,” she heard herself say hoarsely. Sakura blinked, and nearly screamed when she opened her eyes to find Naruto bending down over her, pressing his face close to hers. When had he gotten so fast?! He smelled of blood, sweat, and ozone from lightening techniques that had singed his vest, but it all mixed together with something else, forming a strange kind of perfume that was causing her mind to haze over. His face was so close, only a breath away, and his eyes burned. She could not tell if he was angry, or if...
“I could show you,” he said in a low, rough tone that Sakura had not known him capable of. “I could...” Sakura gasped when something touched her neck, trailing lower until it reached the pull of the zipper at the top of her high mandarin collar. It must have been Naruto's hand, because it felt like the zipper was being toyed with. And then the space was filled with the rushing sound of her shirt being unfastened, followed by a scratching noise as blunt nails moved over the mesh of her undershirt. What was happening? She couldn't think, she couldn't move. But worst of all, Sakura knew that if he asked, she would not be able to tell him no. Not to anything he might want.
The heat of him was consuming her, and when he barely touched her breast, Sakura could not help the way her eyes tried to close, nor could she stop the slight arching of her back.
Naruto gave a startled sound and backed away clumsily, seeming dazed. His eyes were unbelievably wide with horror as he stared at Sakura, who was merely trying to understand where all of the heat and sensation had gone. “What the hell am I doing?” he breathed, his body beginning to shake as he slumped to the floor. It took another few seconds for Sakura to come to her senses. She got up from her chair, zipping her shirt in the process, and went to kneel next to Naruto. “Sakura...” he whispered in a desperately small voice, “What's wrong with me?”
She put her arms around his shoulders, murmuring soothing words. Then she stroked the top of his head, the way her mother had done to her when she was small, and said, “I don't know, but how about we try to figure it out together?” He stiffened, tensing up. Sakura lightly smacked him, above one of his ears. “Not like that, stupid. I think this calls for an extensive examination. Are you okay with that?”
Naruto then buried his face in her shoulder, and she felt one of his hands grasping at the edge of her skirt. He held it like a lifeline. “Yes. Just find a way to make it stop...I'm so sorry...”
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Author's Note #2: You hate me right now, yes? Or do you hate Genma? I do. He interrupts at the worst times!
Feed the R E V I E W Monster. It hungers.
Series: Naruto
Genre: Supernatural, Suspense, Romance
Begun: 18 September 2009
Number of Chapters: 6
Summary: As Naruto begins having dreams of a lover he cannot see, Sasuke and Sakura notice changes in him that could prove dangerous. Where are these dreams coming from, and how do they relate to the way Sasuke has been feeling?
Author's Note: Thanks to all you guys that have reviewed. It's great motivation! Again, we've got a Latin title for the chapter. “Permoveo, Indegentia” means “to stir, to need”. It was the closest I could come to saying that what is going on is stirring up need in both Naruto and Sasuke. BE WARNED: Naruto's newfound sexiness has an effect on just about everyone. There is some light hetero in this chapter, but it's primarily there as a plot device, so don't worry about it! Sorry about the short chapter...it needed to be the end of this stage of the story, though.
Oh, and jordash00, Heartbreaker was nearly finished when my harddrive died. I'm trying to reconstruct it.
Inspirational Music for Part II: Porcupine Tree's album In Absentia, and Lacuna Coil's Comalies album.
Warnings:
Y--Yaoi
FL--Foul Language
--
Part II: Permoveo, Indigentia
Water streamed over his body, soaking his hair, running in rivulets down his spine as he felt the man press against him. Though it was indistinct to the eye, the erection that brushed against his stomach was firm, and Naruto gasped. The shadowy man used his body to trap Naruto against the shower wall, taking his wrists in hand and pinning them on either side of his head. He found it difficult to believe how good the friction it caused felt, or the amount of fire it ignited in his gut.
They moved against one another for a long time, breaths quickening, until it nearly became too much. Naruto could not stand it any longer. Shifting slightly, he wrapped one leg around an indistinct waist. “I need...” He wasn't really sure what he needed, just that he needed. There was something missing, something that he could not name. Hips thrusted harder against his, and he cried out. One of the hands released a wrist, and after a few moments of repositioning themselves, the man had begun to press into him, without anything more than water from the shower to ease the way.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” he screamed, and his body burned, unsure of whether what it felt was pain or pleasure. The next few moments were a blur of pain, movement, and his own cries. When he came to himself again, the pain had subsided, and pleasure was building. The man did not make a sound other than his breathing, but Naruto made up for it tenfold. It hurt so much that it felt good, and he was in so much pleasure that it began to be painful.
Their movements became more and more erratic, and then--
“Naruto!” Genma hissed, poking him harshly in the shoulder. His eyes snapped open as he inhaled sharply at the realization that he was having one of those dreams again. He was back in his bedroll in the clearing, with Sasuke and Ino sleeping nearby, as well as the package they took delivery of sitting on the ground near Genma's pack. “Shit,” Genma said in a very exasperated way, “I tried to wake you up four times...It's your watch, kiddo.”
Naruto sat up, and let out a hissing curse. “Fuck!” Sharp pain lanced up his back, causing him to reel sideways before he caught himself. He felt like he'd had a flagpole jammed up his ass. Wait just a damned minute...why am I sore? I didn't...it was a dream...Oh, fuck it hurts! Genma looked at him questioningly, as if to ask what was wrong. “Nothing. My back just hurts like hell. Must have slept on it wrong.” Genma seemed skeptical, but he wasn't about to give up his beauty sleep to ask more about it. Five minutes later, he heard soft snores coming from his squad captain's bedroll.
He watched the woods, but it was not long before he turned his eyes to Sasuke, instead. Naruto could not figure out why he found his friend so fascinating, but there really was not anything else there to catch his attention. It was probably that damned open-neck shirt; so much skin was right there, out in the open, and he wanted to kick himself, because he couldn't stop staring at it. After another minute, he forced himself to focus on his watch, taking things one moment at a time, until it was over, and he woke Ino for hers. He went back to his bedroll, and watched her walk to the place she had designated as “her spot”.
Ino had amazing legs. He could only imagine what she could do with them, how tightly she could wrap them around—oh, God. Stop it, please. He shoved his blankets down over his burning red face, and lay awake all night, with some of the most disturbing images roaming through his mind...
--
Sakura saw them coming down the street, and instantly started assessing them. Both Sasuke and Naruto were covered in blood, and Naruto leaned on Sasuke for support. From the way he moved his left leg, she would say that there was something wrong with his Achilles tendon. She sighed, moving away from the stall where she had been looking at apples. Upon their approach, she said, “What happened?” Sasuke grunted, seemingly too annoyed to speak, so she turned her attention to Naruto, whose face was slightly pale, the dark circles under his eyes only heightening that disheartening effect. He looked away guiltily. Sakura's eyes narrowed, and she clicked her tongue. He would be evasive. She said to Sasuke, “Don't just stand there. Get him over to my apartment. We both know how he is about not wanting to go to the hospital.” A monosyllable of annoyance was all she got in return before he veered off to the east, beginning the four-block trek to Sakura's apartment.
Screw apples, she thought, where's that meat vendor? Letting them have a head start would serve a dual purpose. The two of them were moving slowly, so it would give them time to get ahead of her and not make her wait for them, but it would also allow her the ability to think. This would be a good opportunity to examine Naruto more thoroughly, and figure out what the hell was up with him. Her previous attempt had been very brief, only to see if he had some kind of infection, and nothing she had said so far would convince him to let her take another look.
His behavior was becoming a bit alarming. Earlier in the week, before the mission they'd just come back from, he had refused a sparring session with her, saying he wasn't in the mood. If there was one thing Naruto enjoyed, it was a good training session. And he loved being able to get inside her defenses, and tease her about it later. But for him to simply say he was not in the mood...it was completely out of character! She had also spoken to Ino, she said he was quieter than usual on missions, and that it was starting to freak her out.
The other member of their four-man squad, Shiranui Genma, said that he had become listless, distracted, and it was the strangest thing, but he was sure he had caught Naruto checking out his ass. Sakura had laughed at that last bit, but now she thought about it, other people had commented on Naruto's behavior, as well. One of the other medics had said she couldn't be sure, but thought that he had felt her up in a crowded elevator, and Tenten had heard him murmuring something strange about Neji's hair. Whatever was up with Naruto, it needed to stop.
Sakrura hefted her bag, now filled with beef fillets, a new bag of rice, and green peppers. After healing, Naruto was going to need heavy-duty food.
--
Sasuke sat on the opposite end of the couch from Naruto, watching him wince with every slight movement. The pain that was obvious in his blue eyes was not due to a wrenched ankle and a possibly ripped tendon. That was not something he felt would bother Naruto, at least not for long. As far as he knew, the overt self-healing abilities his friend had would take care of that, so long as he kept his foot in a decently immobilized position. No, Sasuke thought, there's something else going on here. Sakura had seemed to notice it, too. He was glad for her medical expertise, and her observational skill. Even though she had only seen them for a few seconds, she knew enough about Naruto's condition to fix up an ice pack the moment they got in the door.
Again, he looked at Naruto, who had his foot propped up on a pillow in the middle of the couch, the ice pack sitting gingerly atop it. His face looked sullen, but it was also closed, which Sasuke was not used to. His eyes were guarded, narrowed to blue slits by pain and suspicion. Full lips were turned down slightly in a frown of thought, and there was a crease between his eyebrows.
“God, I hope your face doesn't stick like that,” Sasuke said, hoping that teasing would get a reaction like it usually did. Naruto had been unresponsive for most of the journey back home. All he got was a glare for his trouble. “Don't look at me like that, either,” Sasuke grumped, and Naruto crossed his arms over his chest in a huff, immediately stiffening afterward, obviously in pain. Sasuke chose to disregard this. “What the hell is wrong with you lately?” He was so spaced out that he'd nearly gotten himself killed twice, and their mission almost failed. He was too quiet, and there was a very odd tension that seemed to saturate the air around him. Sasuke could not say that he liked it, not one bit.
“Nothing.” There was a tone of finality in Naruto's voice that wasn't usually there, and Sasuke thought it best to let the subject be for the moment. If he knew Sakura—and he did—she would figure out how to make him talk, anyway, and he would not have to worry about it anymore.
--
Naruto sighed, letting his chopsticks fall into his bowl with a soft clink of wood on china. He was pleasantly full, his foot was healed, and Sasuke was in the bathroom, so he didn't have to feel the weight of the other man's gaze. It made him feel bad, and things only became worse when Sasuke started asking him questions about what he was thinking, or why he was preoccupied for the past few weeks. Not that he could really help it! Those dreams were disturbing enough, but what happened when he was close to people...that was just too much.
He had forced himself not to do what his body was screaming at him to do several times. Last week, he had been sitting with Neji, and had the nearly overwhelming urge to grab a handful of his hair, pull his head back, and bite the pale skin of Neji's neck. Naruto thought that this was odd, because even though it was obvious Neji was very attractive to just about anyone, he'd never really considered pursuing anything romantic or sexual with him. Now, when in his elder friend's presence, his thoughts often strayed into the gutter. For that reason, he had made a concerted effort to stay away from not only Neji, but most people in general.
Sasuke reentered the room, reminding him that here was one person that it was nearly impossible to avoid. And he had tried to, but it was difficult when he couldn't fucking hide from a man that knew every bolt hole into which he might stuff himself. He'd tried sparring like usual, but...every time he got close, he couldn't keep up his guard. He would catch the smell of Sasuke's hair, or feel the heat coming off of him, and he simply could not think or react. Naruto had been smacked around pretty hard before he managed to focus, but even that had not turned out in the way he had planned. Looking back, he realized that turning Sasuke down flat would have been a better idea than trying to play it cool and actually spar. There were times now when he could still smell him, and feel him trembling beneath his body. Had he not gotten up to leave when he did, something very bad would have happened.
It didn't happen when Sasuke was aroung, but something did happen. Several times. His face began to heat up at the thought of that, so he pushed it away, not wanting to deal with it. Naruto could not look at Sasuke now without a consuming desire to pin him to the ground again.
“--Feeling better?” Sakura's voice cut into his thoughts, and he was yanked back into the reality of the moment with an abruptness that was rather jarring. He guessed that she had asked him if he felt better, and he said that yes, he did. “Well, you look like crap.”
Somewhat baffled by her sudden insult, Naruto leaned back against the couch cushions, stifling a hiss of pain into a snort. “Thanks, Sakura. I love you too.” His voice came out a bit more tense, and less sarcastic than he had wanted it to, but there was no helping it now.
She tilted her head to one side, and sighed. “I'm worried about you,” she said, her forehead creasing in concern. “You're pale, you obviously have not been sleeping well...you're not talking as much, and just now was the first time I've seen you eat a full meal in nearly a month. Also, you still look like you're in pain, but it isn't from your ankle. Now, as the person you always come to when you're hurt, will you please tell me what's going on with you?” He blinked, unable to process all of that for a few seconds. He knew all those things, that he was becoming more and more despondent, that he could not focus on anything for long, and how nothing held his interest unless it had to do with his libido.
“I...” He began, but his eyes strayed toward the other end of the couch, where Sasuke was sitting. “Do I have to talk about this while he's here?” Naruto looked pleadingly at Sakura, who glanced at Sasuke. Whatever she may have said in return was swallowed up by Sasuke's gruff commentary.
“If you think I'm leaving, then you're more cracked in the head than I thought you were.”
Sakura nodded, approving of Sasuke's wish to be present. “See? I'm not the only one that's worried. Only some people have a funny way of showing it.” Sasuke rolled his eyes, and Naruto decided that he had to agree with Sakura's words. Sasuke might be alarmed over his behavior, but to him, it seemed as if it was just his usual irritation, magnified by whatever might be getting his panties in a knot on this particular day. After a few more moments of consideration, He relented.
“Fine,” Naruto sighed, “But don't judge me.”
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Sasuke was sure his mouth had fallen open long before the end of the description of Naruto's first dream. Luckily for him, the entire monologue seemed directed at Sakura, and Naruto showed no signs of noticing his befuddlement. He had described in minute detail everything he could remember from those dreams, as well as how they were affecting his daily life. According to Naruto, he could not keep from having sexual thoughts about nearly every person he knew. Sakura seemed interested in this fact, and mentioned that it might be a spillover of sexual frustration or repression.
“I don't think I'm repressed...” Naruto had grumbled at that point, after which Sakura began to explain to him certain psychological phenomena, in layman's terms, and the point was conceded soon thereafter. “But there's something worse.” Naruto shifted on the couch again and did not now conceal how much it hurt him. “I don't think these things are just dreams. If they are, then how come I'm sore, in all of the places that were...um...used in my dreams?”
Sakura gaped, and Sasuke could not help the flush that sprang up onto his face. His heart was starting to race as Sakura probed at Naruto with her chakra, fearing that what he suspected might be true. There was little doubt that there was something very strange going on, but what was causing it, he had no idea. The dreams that Naruto described, with absolutely no deviation, were identical to those that he himself had experienced. In those dreams, rather than a formless dark shape, he saw himself. He remembered exactly how Naruto felt against him, how his skin tasted, and the way he smelled. Sasuke felt a knot form in his stomach, wondering if something had occurred while they were out on a mission.
Had the enemy performed some kind of jutsu on the both of them? What kind of technique could do this? He needed to know, because he had to stop it. “I have to go,” he said as he stood, and walked to the door. “There are some things I need to take care of.” He left without another word or backward glance, but as he did, Sasuke felt sure that both of them were staring at his back.
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The door closed behind Sasuke, and Sakura sighed. She looked back at Naruto, who was staring at the door with a look of hurt on his face that had nothing to do with the pain in his nether regions. She could tell that there was something he was not saying. “Okay, Naruto. Spill it.”
Naruto's eyes widened as he returned his attention to her, and he waved his hands in front of himself. “Oh, no. Some things...no, I'm not telling you.”
Sakura leaned forward, studying his face. He looked as if he were going to jump out of his skin at any moment. What the hell happened between those two? It was maddeningly irritating, because there was obviously something that neither of them wanted to admit. Okay, she thought, If you want to play it that way, let's try a different approach. Easy does it... “You can't hide it. I've seen the way you've been looking at him.”
Anger flashed in Naruto's eyes, their blue becoming darker with the emotion. “How? How have I been looking at him? And how is it any different than how I'm looking at you right now?” He shifted on the couch, planting both feet on the floor and leaning forward until his elbows rested atop his knees. For a moment, he stared at the floor, and then he was looking at her; somehow, he seemed much more threatening, and there was a look in his eyes that Sakura had not noticed before. His gaze seemed heavy, and full of heat. “Do you know what I'm thinking? Do you know what is going through my mind...right now?”
Her heart gave a jolt, and then it was suddenly beating out of control. “No...I don't,” she heard herself say hoarsely. Sakura blinked, and nearly screamed when she opened her eyes to find Naruto bending down over her, pressing his face close to hers. When had he gotten so fast?! He smelled of blood, sweat, and ozone from lightening techniques that had singed his vest, but it all mixed together with something else, forming a strange kind of perfume that was causing her mind to haze over. His face was so close, only a breath away, and his eyes burned. She could not tell if he was angry, or if...
“I could show you,” he said in a low, rough tone that Sakura had not known him capable of. “I could...” Sakura gasped when something touched her neck, trailing lower until it reached the pull of the zipper at the top of her high mandarin collar. It must have been Naruto's hand, because it felt like the zipper was being toyed with. And then the space was filled with the rushing sound of her shirt being unfastened, followed by a scratching noise as blunt nails moved over the mesh of her undershirt. What was happening? She couldn't think, she couldn't move. But worst of all, Sakura knew that if he asked, she would not be able to tell him no. Not to anything he might want.
The heat of him was consuming her, and when he barely touched her breast, Sakura could not help the way her eyes tried to close, nor could she stop the slight arching of her back.
Naruto gave a startled sound and backed away clumsily, seeming dazed. His eyes were unbelievably wide with horror as he stared at Sakura, who was merely trying to understand where all of the heat and sensation had gone. “What the hell am I doing?” he breathed, his body beginning to shake as he slumped to the floor. It took another few seconds for Sakura to come to her senses. She got up from her chair, zipping her shirt in the process, and went to kneel next to Naruto. “Sakura...” he whispered in a desperately small voice, “What's wrong with me?”
She put her arms around his shoulders, murmuring soothing words. Then she stroked the top of his head, the way her mother had done to her when she was small, and said, “I don't know, but how about we try to figure it out together?” He stiffened, tensing up. Sakura lightly smacked him, above one of his ears. “Not like that, stupid. I think this calls for an extensive examination. Are you okay with that?”
Naruto then buried his face in her shoulder, and she felt one of his hands grasping at the edge of her skirt. He held it like a lifeline. “Yes. Just find a way to make it stop...I'm so sorry...”
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Author's Note #2: You hate me right now, yes? Or do you hate Genma? I do. He interrupts at the worst times!
Feed the R E V I E W Monster. It hungers.