The Sound of Dreams

AN: WARNING: DUBIOUS CONSENT IN THIS CHAPTER

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Chapter 29


Naruto found himself in the familiar water-logged corridor. Nothing had changed, nothing ever changed here. The same dank walls, the same dripping noises. The same oppressive atmosphere with the hint of malice in the air.

Then he realized that something had, in fact, changed. The screams that echoed off the walls were new. Cries of either painful pleasure or pleasurable pain, he wasn’t sure which. He cleared his throat and stepped forward with some amount of trepidation.

It took a mere few seconds to find the room containing the Kyuubi’s cage and as Naruto stepped past the brilliantly lit entrance, he wondered if he should turn around and leave again.

Kyuubi, in some strange manifestation that looked like an anthropomorphic fox, was mounted behind the screaming and panting snake Sannin. It was fairly apparent what the fox was doing.

As Naruto drew closer to the gilded bars, waves of lust hit him, threatening to drown him in carnal desire. He tried to shake it off much like a dog does water from its fur, but it clung to him, trying to seep into his body. His eyes fell back to the Sannin and he couldn't help but think of another pale skinned, dark haired body. A shudder rippled through him as he thought of Sasuke on his hands and knees, screaming in pleasure as he rammed into him from behind.

The little fantasy lasted until the head turned and yellow eyes blazed out at him, fear and pain as well as pleasure and hatred shimmering in their depths.

"Kyuubi!" he called out, his voice cracking slightly. He couldn't help but feel a degree of self-loathing at having found the scene before him arousing.

"Naruto," the deep voice practically purred out. The furred body slowed in its assault, but did not completely stop.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded angrily.

The demon had the audacity to give him a fanged smirk. "Playing with my chew toy. That's why you put him in here, isn't it?"

"Not for what you're doing!" he protested. "It's not...it isn't... It's not right, dammit!!"

"But he enjoys this," it demurred silkily.

Naruto glanced down at the older shinobi, but the yellow eyes were turned to the floor and the dark hair curtained the face off from view. He had fallen silent, but a tremble would flutter over his body every few moments. Naruto looked back up at the self-satisfied kitsune.

"I think you're lying," he growled in reply.

The demon gave him a look of amused condescension. It pulled out of the pale body and watched as Orochimaru continued to kneel there, quivering. The creature didn't even look down at its cellmate, rather it kept its eyes on its host.

Naruto frowned when the Sannin gave a small, half-stifled whimper. He then felt the lust and pleasure hit him again in waves like the heat shimmering along pavement in the hot Fire Country summer. He couldn't help but notice that the older man was still fully erect and his own cock twitched at the sight. "Stop whatever it is you are doing to him," he insisted in a slightly wavering tone.

It gave a dark, dry chuckle. "Does it look like I am doing anything to him?" it queried, holding its hands out to show their inactivity.

Another few shudders passed through him before Kyuubi reached down and ran one of those clawed hands down along his spine. Orochimaru arched up into the touch, a gasp passing his lips. "You want my touch, don't you, little bitch?" The sound of the word was more of a pet name than an insult with the way that the demon said it.

The man didn't answer, just merely continued to arch up into the stroking hand, trying to contain his moans and whimpers. Naruto wanted to whimper with him, wanted to feel hands running over his body as well.

"Dammit, Kyuubi, leave him alone!" he said hoarsely.

"Brat, you are starting to annoy me. Either come in here and try to stop me or get the hell out and leave me in peace," it growled warningly. It saw the boy open his loud mouth for another retort and held a hand up. It tugged on the pale shoulder of its play thing. "Tell him to leave. Tell him you don't want him here. Otherwise, we'll never be able to finish and you'll be left wanting." The words were said playfully, affectionately even, but they seemed to contain some threat to which the Sannin responded.

"Enough, Naruto-kun," the sibilant voice hissed out from behind the hair, the tone hinting at both anger and humiliation. "Leave us."

Naruto hesitated and the demon reached out and pulled back the hair that was hiding the pale face. It leaned over and nuzzled the strands. "By the way, Naruto, thank you for my present," it said with a smug purr.

The body visibly jerked and the face swung towards the blonde. The slit eyes met his with venomous malice and Naruto had no doubt that if the Sannin ever got free, their next meeting would be fatal for one of them.

The blackness swirled around him again only to clear a few moments later when he sat up in the training room. The clones were all gone and the chakra barrier was down. He was about to sigh and try to think of some way to get Orochimaru away from the Kyuubi when that wave of desire once again washed over him.

He felt the seal seemingly attempting to burn through his skin and the pulses of lasciviousness were originating from there. He stood and headed to the shower, intent on either trying to cool his ardor or take care of it the old fashioned way.

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Sasuke stood under the spray of warm water, letting it relax him. He had spent a lot of time going over the scrolls that he had liberated and believed that he had a few that might actually be useful when it came to dealing with his brother. The others he would keep naturally because you never knew when knowledge would come in handy.

He supposed that he would surface at dinner time to face the dobe again. He had already gotten over the stupid ass remark, but had spent an extra day studying both to irritate the blonde and because it was relatively peaceful and uninterrupted without the other around.

He shifted his feet on the mosaic tiles in the large, open shower. He would make sure the next time anything happened between the two of them that Naruto would be on the receiving end. He would make sure that he was the one in control.

He heard the door to the bathing room open and close resoundingly. He tilted his head around the shower wall to see Naruto standing rather distractedly in the room, staring at nothing. The younger man looked a little scuffed up like he had been training hard. He was breathing heavily and dried sweat matted his hair.

That was when Sasuke noticed the deeper whisker marks and glanced down to see the short, sharp claws tipping the fingers. His eyes shot back up, but the blonde was looking away from him. "Naruto," he called shortly. Swirling red/blue eyes turned to meet his and the slit pupil abruptly started dilating outwards, swallowing color.

"Sasuke," the voice said in a husky growl.

Sasuke felt a shiver go through him despite the warm water that was cascading over his body. Those multicolored eyes raked him up and down a moment before the younger teen started jerking his clothes off with impatient tugs. The light caught the greenish crystal at his throat, making it gleam like his sweat slicked skin. Sasuke felt his mouth water with the urge to taste that skin and those lips.

Naruto didn't greet him, didn't tease him like he usually did. He merely stepped into the shower and grabbed the Uchiha by burying his hands into the blue-black hair and fisting them. He then drug the older boy's mouth to his and devoured it, thrusting his tongue assertively into the hot cavern that awaited him.

Sasuke couldn't hold back the deep moan that trickled out of his mouth only to be swallowed by the blonde. He then remembered the vow he had made just moments ago and stepped back away from the temptation.

He shivered as a hand removed itself from his hair and trailed sharp claws teasingly down the skin on his chest. Red eyes looked at him with something akin to playfulness through the intensity of desire he saw reflected there. He learned quickly that it wasn't a kids and butterflies type of playfulness, but rather more of a cat and mouse type as the clawed hand drifted down to his rising manhood and lightly drew themselves over velvety skin.

He glanced down reflexively and caught sight of the vivid inky black seal scrawled across his friend's stomach and felt himself pulse against those sharp talons. The hand remaining in his hair pulled him in for another searing kiss and he felt the press of fangs against his swollen lips.

After a moment of wonderful oral abuse, a pair of hands on his hips turned him around and nudged him against the shower wall. A hand then slid down and gripped behind his knee, lifting his foot and settling it on an empty soap holder built into the tiled wall.

There was a sense of motion, the sound of a cap being flipped open and the smell of some fake outdoor scent wafting up to him. A pause as Naruto coated himself, then a clawed finger carefully slipped into his anal passage to smear some kind of shampoo or soapy wash around.

He bit back a moan as his body tightened around the invading digit, wanting to draw it deeper. After just a few strokes, the finger withdrew and something much larger brushed against his sensitive opening. The hand that had been probing him slipped around to slather soap all over his own erection before taking it into a caressing grip.

"Sasuke," the rough, husky voice was suddenly serious. "Do you want this?"

The ninja in question gave a half-derisive snort. "If I didn't want this, usuratonkachi, you would be broken and bleeding on the floor by now. Just do it already," he growled.

"Heh, teme, you always say the sweetest things," he said with a strained, but honest laugh. "Your wish is my-" the voice broke off as he slid inside with one long, smooth glide of his hips.

Sasuke's threw his head back against broad shoulders, stifling a sound that was halfway between a whimper of pain and a moan of pleasure. He could take it, he just had to remember to breathe, to relax. Even if it felt like he was getting impaled by an excruciatingly large steel rod. He felt Naruto's pelvis held still and tight against his buttocks, coarse hairs tickling his skin.

"-command." Hot breath ghosted across his neck right before lips descended to kiss and lick heated flesh. Sharp fangs scraped teasingly, causing another sound that desperately tried to escape a pale throat.

Sasuke shifted on the rigid manhood sheathed within his body. "Naruto," he breathed out, need lacing his voice.

"Yeah, teme?" The hips behind his stirred, pushing in just a little deeper.

Sasuke groaned at the stimulation. "Stop fucking teasing me and move."

Naruto gave a throaty chuckle. "Demanding little thing, aren't you?"

"Remind me to beat the hell out of you after this, baka," he growled irritably.

"I'll just have to make sure you can't walk then." Hips pulled away slowly and then suddenly slammed hard into him, hitting his prostate dead on.

Sasuke let out a yell as white hot pleasure flew like lightening up his spine. Not even hesitating, the hips pistoned in and out like some steam train from Snow Country; heavy, implacable, unstoppable.

He braced himself against the wall, resting his forehead on his hands so he didn't get a concussion from the relentless pounding in his ass. The shower stall echoed the noise of his yells back to him as every hammering stroke beat at the hypersensitive bundle of nerves deep inside of him.

Naruto had stopped tugging on the engorged flesh between his thighs and it didn't matter. The cock thrusting hot and heavily between his buttocks was causing such pleasure as to render additional stimulation moot. Rather those two large, rough hands were holding onto his hips tightly, steadying him as he pushed back onto the thick manhood reaming his ass.

"It this...the way you like it...teme?" Naruto panted out heatedly. "Have to tell me...what you ...want..."

What did he want? He wanted it hotter, harder, faster, deeper. He wanted Naruto to fuck him so thoroughly that his body would never accept another person. He wanted to cum so damn hard that he blacked out. He wanted to be devoured. He wanted to be burned and consumed by ecstasy. He wanted them to be melded into one inseparable being, one indivisible soul. He wanted to be Naruto's.

But he couldn't say those things out loud. Would die of embarrassment had he even tried to confess to such desires. His damnable pride barely even tolerated him feeling such wants.

So he did the only thing he could think to do, he pushed back a little harder and met those hips a little faster and hoped that the dobe would understand. He immediately felt the body behind his shift to match his wordless answer. Then there was no opportunity for talking. They were moving too fast, breathing too hard, expending too much energy just moving together towards their climaxes.

"Sasu...ke!" Naruto warned stridently.

Sasuke could literally feel the blonde swelling inside of him and knew that the other was at his limit. The thought, the knowledge that his lover was about to cum in him caused his cry to turn into a hoarse shout as his balls clenched and expelled an orgasm intense enough to wrack his whole body.

He dimly heard Naruto's cursed shout as he rode out the waves of euphoric pleasure. He vaguely thought it was redundant to yell out what they were currently doing, but that was his dobe. Truthfully, he didn't give a shit what the other teen yelled out as long as it wasn't someone else's name.

Heat flooded his bowels as the erection in him pulsed, filling him with Naruto's essence. As with their previous session of intercourse, the sensation of being a part of someone rather than apart from left his emotions reeling. His knees buckled from both the physical and emotional overload, but felt strong arms encircle him and embrace him closely.

It was several long minutes later through the fog in his mind that he felt the sturdy hands clean him, dry him and wrap him in a warm towel. He felt the sense of motion when muscled arms lifted him and carried him to their room. The stray thought crossed his mind that it was interesting how neither of them had even thought of separate rooms. His back hit the softness of a mattress and moments later a warm body slid in beside him and pulled him close to hold him.

The last thing he saw before sliding into an exhausted slumber was bright blue eyes smiling down at him.

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Sasame resisted the urge to shift her weight as she stood guard over the head of her clan. She watched the two men before her with the chocolate eyes that were the only feature revealed through the mask that covered her nose and chin as well as her orange-red hair.

They were currently away from their home town and in the capital city that housed the daimyo and his family, or perhaps more precisely his son since the young man was the only remaining family left to the lord.

It was the same young man that currently sat upon a cushion across from her father in this sparsely furnished, but elegant room housed in the onsen.

Tsukuda Katsuro’s guards were not present in the room, showing his level of trust to the two shinobi. Of course, there was also the fact that he was actively working against his father’s wishes and the less people who knew that, the better.

While Katsuro had only recently reached his twentieth year, he had been working with the Fuuma clan for three years now, trying to both further strengthen one of the strongest remaining ninja clan in Rice Field Country and undermine the efforts of Orochimaru.

It was a loosely held secret that while the presence of the Otogakure held the other countries back and saved the lives of many by preventing open conflict, the daimyo turned a blind eye to the many people who had disappeared only to become part of Orochimaru’s experiments. This was something that Katsuro had found out three years ago after overhearing one his father’s men report on the destruction of one of Orochimaru’s hidden lairs. After hearing the details, the seventeen year old had traveled to the site himself and had been contacted by the Fuuma clan while in the town.

It was after that meeting that Katsuro had decided that even if the presence of that monster deterred fighting amongst the other countries around them, a blind eye couldn’t be turned to what he was doing to their own people. Thus began their secret war against Orochimaru and his influence in Rice Field Country.

Sasame continued to listen as her superior was concluding his report about their latest mission for the young daimyo-to-be. They had been waging a quiet guerilla war recently against a research base located in the northern part of the country near a shore-side town. Locals had been disappearing at a slow but steady rate along with foreign traders who came to port.

They had spent most of their time either intercepting those who were sent to obtain new specimens or sabotaging the equipment within the facility. The clan had to be careful, however. Even though they were well-trained ninja, they were not numerous and the more power men and especially creatures that Orochimaru had at his disposal could easily bring a halt to their efforts.

No matter how many experiments they seemed to disrupt, there always seemed to be more. Orochimaru was slowly crippling their country with his demands for funding and with his refusal to operate as a normal ninja village.

From what Sasame understood, most hidden villages were able to maintain some degree to self-sufficiency by undertaking missions from others for pay. Of course this led to villages no longer being “hidden” and having a large civilian population that they had to protect. As far as she knew (and she was honest enough to admit how little she knew), Otogakure was one of the few shinobi villages that had actually stayed hidden.

Katsuro nodded as Fuuma Hanzaki concluded his report, eyes lost in thought. After a few moments, he told them to go home and take a break. Once he heard rumors of a new location, he would contact them.

That was the way things always went. Katsuro would keep his eyes and ears open around the daimyo. When he learned something that he thought sounded like one of the snake’s projects, he would send for them. Hanzaki would then gather up what few trained members of their family that were left as well as others who wanted their country free from the Legendary Sannin’s taint and try to take care of the problem. Sometimes they succeeded, but more often they didn’t.

What they needed was a strong warrior. A shinobi powerful enough to stand up against the snake and defeat him. A hero that would save their people.

TBC