In Somnium, Aveo Captore

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: Hi! I hope you guys are still up for reading. Sorry this update took so long, but I have been very busy for the past few weeks. Early in the month, I got engaged, and we're planning wedding stuff, so every spare moment from that has been spent painstakingly typing this chapter. And because you all have been so wonderful and reviewed lots, I have a special treat for you. There is actual finishing of a dream sequence in this chapter, as well as some action while people are awake. Yay! The title, Commutatus, means "change or alteration". Warning: Uchiha Sasuke is putting off a MAJOR uke aura. Just thought you should know.

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Part IV: Commutatus

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“It's mine.”

Naruto couldn't help it. “What?” He blurted as he let go of Sasuke's shoulders, “What do you mean it's yours?” After all, there was the off chance that Sasuke meant something else was his. It didn't have to mean that the chakra inside him was coming from his best friend.

Sasuke only sat there, hunched over on the floor and staring at him for a long time. When he finally spoke again, Naruto could hear the strain in his voice, just like he could see it in the set of his shoulders, the downward turn to the corners of his mouth. He reached out, intent on comfort, but Sasuke shied away. “Don't touch me.” The demand came out as a weak, half-pleading almost-whine which alarmed Naruto greatly. He'd never seen Sasuke like this. He seemed almost frightened of the hand that had stilled mere inches from his shoulder. The hurt Naruto felt must have shown on his face, because Sasuke sighed, his shoulders slumping further until he bent double, elbows on his knees. Without looking up, he said, “It's too dangerous. I don't know what will happen.”

Why was this happening? How could Sasuke have possibly done something to him? For this kind of stuff to happen, you had to do it intentionally, right? On purpose. Yeah. It had to be on purpose. “Nothing's gonna happen...” Naruto murmured soothingly, edging slightly closer, and letting his fingers brush the dark fabric of Sasuke's shirt. The muscles beneath it were tense in the extreme, and he gave a wince. “I hate seeing you like this. Why won't you let me hold you?” At this question, a pale, pained face turned to look at him, and it hurt even to look at it. “I won't hurt you, Sasuke. Not ever.”

“I know,” Sasuke's voice said in a hoarse, ragged whisper. “You wouldn't...not on purpose. But...I don't know what I might do.” This took Naruto aback, somewhat. So Sasuke was afraid to find out what he himself might be capable of?

Naruto thought that such fears were stupendously moronic. Nothing would happen! He let his hand settle more firmly on Sasuke's shoulder, laying the palm on top, and splaying his fingers forward until they touched the edge of his collarbone. The hard muscle beneath his hand only became tenser, as if he might snap under even the slightest pressure. “I won't hurt you,” he repeated, softer this time, and crept closer and closer until he could put both arms around Sasuke, who was by this point trembling slightly. “Trust me,” he murmured into Sasuke's hair. He knew that there was a note of desperation in his voice, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Naruto was sure that all they needed was a bit of trust. This whole situation was being amplified past the point it needed to be.

For some time, the only sounds in the room were soft, soothing sounds he made, and the uneven breathing of another man trying not to cry. The firm warmth of Sasuke's body slowly became more pliant, until he was leaning into Naruto, his face pressed to the dark blue fabric of his shirt. Just when he thought that they might stay this way until the sun went down, he heard Sasuke's voice, sounding strangely fragile as it said, “I don't want to hurt you.”

Naruto laughed a little and rolled his eyes, pulling slightly away from Sasuke so that he could tip the other man's chin upward. “Hurt me? That could never happen.” He watched the exasperation grow in dark eyes as they looked back at him. Just when his companion was about to reply, he shook his head. “I'm not accepting lame excuses today,” he said blithely, causing Sasuke to frown, “but I won't push you right now. Unlike what you obviously believe, I do have some control. I think I can try and not pin you to the floor right here...” Sasuke gave a restrained shiver, and Naruto's smile became slightly seductive. “Although I can see you wouldn't mind.”

Sasuke snorted. “In your dreams.”

Naruto then grinned outright, nodding. “You have no idea.” Sasuke blinked in confusion, and Naruto sat back, pulling away his hands, lest he act on the impulses he felt. “I have had dreams,” he explained, “just like I said before. Not only the ones where I couldn't tell who was doing those things to me. You have been in my dreams for a long time. I just never said anything.” Slack-jawed, Sasuke could not seem to say anything about that. In a way, it was gratifying. But Naruto did wish that his friend would simply give in. That would make things so much easier for the both of them.

After another minute or two of staring at one another, Sasuke gave a small twitch, and waved his hand in the air as if brushing away cobwebs. “No. This can't happen. You have to stay away from me until we figure out how to make all of this stop. I don't want to be out on a mission with you and suddenly throw you onto the ground and rape you.” Shock hit Naruto like a ton of bricks, and he simply stared. Now it was his turn to be unable to absorb. Dark, bottomless eyes seemed to smile in amusement as Sasuke leaned forward, brushing lips over the shell of his ear, “Because...whatever this is...it makes me want you so much...I just might do it.”

The sound of the voice in his ear, the heat of breath on his neck, made it difficult to think straight. Sasuke's fingers grazed the small hairs on the inside of his forearm, moving upward. “I'm never like this,” he heard the sinful voice say, “not with anyone. I've never wanted anything so much. And if I let myself, I will grab your hands and hold them over your head. I'll reach into your pants and touch you until you beg me to take you. Then I'll make you scream for me.” Naruto's mouth had long since gone dry, and his eyes closed at the images that played in his head.

In a rough, hoarse tone, Naruto replied, “You're a fucking tease, Sasuke.” He heard a low, sensual laugh that sounded disbelieving. “No,” he insisted, “you are. Here,” he quickly took hold of Sasuke's hand and pressed it to the newly formed erection between his legs. “Feel that. You did that to me. Just by talking, you made me like this.” Sasuke must have been in shock at this sudden act, because he did not move or speak as Naruto pushed him away and stood up. “Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to use your bathroom so I can masturbate while fantasizing about you. For the fourth time today.” Without another word, Naruto stomped off down the short hallway, leaving behind a slightly befuddled and very aroused Sasuke.

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Sasuke watched in utter and total bewilderment as Naruto left the room. All he could think of was, Four times? When did he...Yes. When had he been able to find the time to masturbate? Either Sakura or Sasuke himself had been with Naruto for nearly the entire day. So at what point did he have the opportunity to do so? That would be a question for the ages, it seemed. Of course, now that he knew exactly what Naruto was doing, it was difficult to concentrate on anything other than listening for the telltale sounds of another man beating it in his bathroom.

Part of him wanted to simply go in there and stop him, so that he might be able to replace Naruto's hand with his own. It would be easy; perhaps a bit too easy. That was the problem. Everything about this whole situation seemed far to simple, too easy. It had to be someone causing this. Sasuke had never shared dreams with anyone before, and he could not understand how something like this could have happened. Sakura did not seem to think that it was genjutsu, but then again, if it were advanced enough, she might be unaware of something like this. It all just needed to stop. For the sake of his sanity, and Naruto's safety, it had to stop.

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Sakura took a long breath. It had been a very long shift. She had dealt three cases of the stomach flu that turned out to be a child's prank, one severed finger, and five academy teachers had been inexplicably stricken with a sleeping sickness. Now, she was heading toward her apartment, hoping that there had been some form of resolution formed from Sasuke's research and his examination of Naruto. Once she got a shower and changed out of her work things, she cold go over to Sasuke's place and see what had occurred, for good or ill. But oh, how she wished to simply fall into bed! Toward the end of her shift, she'd begun to feel the familiar signs of chakra depletion. It was probably the result of re-attaching that finger, and probing the sleeping teachers for clues as to what had happened to them.

Her feet dragged along the hard-packed earth of the street, which was still warm from the day's sun. It never really seemed to cool. Walking barefoot on the warm dirt would probably feel good, but her feet needed a nice long soak more than anything. Perhaps in the morning, she could make an appointment at the spa nearby the Hokage tower. A good pedicure and foot massage would be wonderful.

Tired, feet aching, and with a bit of a sore back, she finally reached the door to her building, only to find the entrance blocked. Sakura blinked, rubbed her eyes, and blinked again. No, it was not a hallucination. There was a man standing in front of the door, and he was looking right at her. Or, at least she thought he was. “Hi, Neji,” she said tiredly. “Mind if I get by you?”

The left-hand corner of his mouth gave a minimal upward twitch, and he moved aside with his usual unearthly grace. Sakura fiddled with her keys, locating the one for the front door and fitting it to the lock. As she did so, Neji spoke. “I have come to inquire after the patient.”

Sakura sighed. “He's at Sasuke's apartment. I haven't seen him since I went on shift.” A clicking sound heralded the lock disengaging, and she turned the knob, pulling the door open. Half expecting him to walk away, Sakura began entering the building. Yet, he did not move. “Would you like to come up for a few minutes?” She asked, if for no other reason but to be polite.

“I thank you,” he said, nodding graciously. Sakura was a bit nonplussed. It was almost as if he wanted to ask if he could come in, but did not feel it proper to invite himself. But she decided that it might be too much to presume something of that nature, so she let it be. The door shut behind Neji, and he followed her down the hall to the stairs. Though she could not hear him tread, she felt his presence behind her, so Sakura knew he was still there. The question was, more importantly, why was he there?

When they entered her apartment, she closed the door and removed her shoes, placing them neatly next to the entrance and slipping on her well-worn pink house slippers. Neji bent to work on the strap of one sandal as well, his hair falling over his face. Sakura was suddenly a bit jealous. He had such beautiful hair, and most likely did not do anything special to attain it. She thought the same thing about Sasuke's eyelashes. It was completely unfair that some of the men she knew would make prettier women than she did.

Sakura shuffled into the room, and through to her kitchen, where she flipped on the lights. “If you'll just sit down,” she called over her shoulder, “I can make some tea.” An affirmative sound came from the other room, and she took out the tea pot once again. It was seeing a bit more use than it normally did. Sakura did not often have guests. She took comfort in the mechanical, almost ritualistic motions of making tea. Scooping the leaves, filling the kettle, arranging cups, honey, cream, and the pot on the tray, along with a pair of spoons and the strainer; all of these actions seemed to flow from one into the next. Before she knew it, she had set the tray on the table in the living room.

“Ah,” Neji said approvingly, “It still smells wonderful.”

Smiling slightly, she nodded. “Thank you.” After pouring him a cup, she administered both honey and cream before handing it over. “I hope that you don't find it rude of me, but I have just worked the shift from hell at the hospital, and am in great need of a bath. If you want to hang around, that's fine. My next stop was going to be Sasuke's apartment, to see how Naruto is doing.” Neji had paused in bringing the small white cup to his lips, and now lowered it to hold in his lap.

Frowning very slightly, he said in a grave tone, “My apologies for intruding, Sakura. Had I any idea that you were so weary--”

Sakura waved him off. “You don't have to be sorry. I'm always tired these days. Naruto and Sasuke are enough to drive me nuts most days, and if you add in being a senior medic at the hospital...well, it isn't exactly great for my energy level.” Her neck gave a twinge, and she winced, her hand flinching toward the pain. “There was just so much going on today, I think that I've used to much chakra.”

Neji seemed mildly alarmed, and reached out to replace his cup on the tray. He stood, pushing up his sleeves. Sakura stared in confusion at him, but he made his intent clear a moment later. “If you are so tired, and your chakra depleted, then please, go and take a bath. You must relax. I will look and see what is available in the kitchen. Food is a good remedy for energy loss of any kind.” Sakura was so surprised, so unable to comprehend his words, that she allowed herself to be ushered into the bathroom, where Neji began to draw her a bath. Finally, when he had begun opening cabinets in search of towels, she came to her senses and shooed him out.

The last thing she saw before she shut the door on him was a very slight smile that showed how amused he was by her flustered state.

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Naruto leaned heavily against the wall, feeling drained of energy. He felt sweaty, hot, and as if satisfaction were nowhere in sight. Twenty minutes after going into the bathroom, he was nearly ready to cry. The small tile room reeked of testosterone and sex, and in spite of the fact that he had been steadily masturbating ever since entering, he had been unable to reach completion. Maybe his body knew that Sasuke was so close that it refused to do what he wanted unless what it wanted was provided. Naruto was still achingly hard, painfully aware of the fact that Sasuke's chakra was just outside the door, and annoyed beyond reason that he hadn't come in to help him.

He whimpered, trying not to let out the howl of frustration that clawed at his throat. A soft knock on the door made him jump slightly. “Naruto?” Sasuke called quietly, “Are you all right?”

His face turned toward the door and gritting his teeth, he said in a justifiably strained voice, “No, you bastard. I'm fuckin' dying in here.” There was no reply, but he didn't hear the man moving away, either. Naruto pushed himself off of the wall, the movement causing his open pants to graze his erection. He let out a sob of anguished arousal as the rough fabric scratched his hyper-sensitive skin, and groped for the doorknob. After fumbling for a moment or two, he managed to get hold of it with his free hand.

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Sasuke stood rooted to the spot as the doorknob rattled. It seemed an eternity as he watched it jolting this way and that. Then, it gave a fast turn in a counter-clockwise direction, and swung open jerkily. “Oh my god...” he breathed, almost unable to keep his feet as his heart began hammering in his chest. Sasuke's heartbeat sped at the sight of the man before him. Where Naruto's shirt had gone, he had no idea. His chest and the rest of his torso were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his abdominal muscles were tensed with arousal. And then his eyes moved lower. He had fantasized, so many times, about what Naruto's erect penis might look like. Now that he saw it, however, all of his years of keeping up a dignified front seemed an utterly useless waste of time. Why? Why had he never swallowed his pride and gotten down on hands and knees, begging this man to rip his clothes off and do to him whatever he may want?

When he managed to tear his eyes from the deep red, hard flesh that Naruto still held a loose grip on, he was taken aback by the glare that burned across three feet of open floor at him. Sasuke was given no time to think about why Naruto might be angry with him, however, as he was thrown hard against the hallway wall behind him. Air rushed from his lungs, and his head spun from the initial impact. He tried to push himself away from the wall, but was instantly smashed against it once again, this time by a body pressing against his. Naruto's erection ground against his left hip, causing his newfound breath to come in gasping pants as he too became hard.

“Is it too much to ask,” Naruto asked hotly against his ear, “for just a little help?”

No! It is not too much! It's not enough! Sasuke's brain had shut down all thought that did not involve the hot, muscled body that moved against him. Naruto's hips shifted and he felt a hand under his shirt, trailing fingers over his ribs, making him shiver before moving up to toy with one of his nipples. He could not stop the moan that slipped from him, and he did not want to. Sasuke was being distracted delightfully by this stimulation, and the tongue that ran along the large tendon in one side of his neck; so distracted, in fact, that he did not notice his pants being unzipped. He did, however, feel when a very warm hand slipped into his underwear, grasping him and beginning to stroke. “Oh...”

“You like that?” Sasuke wondered vaguely how and when Naruto had learned to talk like that. Just that simple question sounded undeniably dirty, mostly because of the tone in which it was spoken. All he could do was moan as he moved his hips weakly against Naruto's hand. Humming in approval, his assailant began nibbling at his earlobe. “I want you so much,” he heard that evil voice say, “my body wouldn't let me come...”

An undignified whimpering noise squeezed out of his mouth, and Sasuke's hands scrabbled for purchase on Naruto's upper arms and shoulders. The rough, calloused pad of Naruto's thumb slid over the tip of his erection, across the slit there, and he cried out as pleasure wracked his already sensitized nerves. “Naruto...” he breathed, “I...oh God...I'm going to...” His orgasm was fast approaching, the heat and intensity of it burning up and down his spine.

“Yes,” Naruto breathed, sounding rather close himself. “Let it come. I want to see it.” What little breath he had left was once again stolen away as Naruto kissed him then, the gentle nature of it contrasting violently with the harsh way they now thrust against one another. The space filled with the rustling of cloth as they moved, and the ragged breaths that both men took. Sasuke lost all motor control, his legs giving out entirely as bright lights exploded across his vision. Naruto gave a low groan, and then they both began slipping toward the floor.

A few moments later, Sasuke came to his senses, and realized that he was lying atop Naruto, the evidence of their previous activity slowly drying between them into what promised to be an itchy mess. Blue eyes watched him, still quite hazy from climax. Sasuke thought that it was a look he could get used to. It was becoming harder and harder to refuse what his body wanted, and that was the problem. Now he was waiting for Naruto to snap out of it. When that happened, he anticipated a mad rush toward the apartment door.

“Fuuuuuck...” Naruto said in a lazy, awed tone as he reached up, running his fingers through the hair at the side of Sasuke's head. He hated himself for leaning into that caress. “That was amazing.” Before he could say that it would never happen again, Naruto had pulled him into a kiss. It was slow, lingering and exploratory. If he had not just been driven to fast, extremely intense orgasm, he would have gotten hard again.

Tap, tap.

Sasuke shut his eyes, letting the sensation of kissing Naruto wash over him. Fingers trailed down his spine, and others twined in his hair. It was so relaxing that he thought that he might just be able to fall asleep like this.

Tap, tap.

“Mother fucker...” Sasuke half-growled, feeling like the world was intruding when it shouldn't. He pulled away from Naruto to glance to the left, toward the living room windows. Sitting on the windowsill, there was a large black bird, a scroll tied to its leg. “God-damned son of a bitch,” he swore, letting his head fall against Naruto's chest. “Mission.”

For one final moment, he allowed himself to be lost in the way Naruto's fingers laced through the hair at the back of his head, gentle and slow. Would it be so bad if they pretended that the bird had come later? A sigh came from Naruto before he gently began sitting up, jarring Sasuke from these rebellious thoughts. “I know. You let it in. I'll get the shower going.”

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Sasuke watched Naruto as he slept. For once, their mission did not require them to sleep on a forest floor, or in a cave. They had come to a small town in the northern portion of the Fire Country to investigate several disappearances among young women in the surrounding area, and joy of joys, they were allowed to stay in an inn. Genma, as squad leader, had his own room, and Ino did, as well. She claimed that she would not room with any of them, since Naruto snored too loud, Sasuke was unsociable, and Genma had wandering eyes. The remaining two shared a room, because Genma claimed that they were only alloted so much money on their mission budget. It didn't really matter to either of them, since they'd shared rooms so often in the past.

At the moment, Sasuke would have been happier if he had some of his research materials. He had not told Sakura anything when he saw her briefly before leaving town, and unless he was unable to determine the source himself, he wouldn't tell her. But his mind kept wandering back to that short few moments of extreme heat and passion, of writhing bodies and slick skin. Every time he thought of it, Sasuke shivered. Normally, he was not one to surrender himself up to anyone else. He made a point of it. But it was so easy for Naruto to get behind all of his carefully constructed defenses, and by every god that existed, it had felt good. Of course, thinking about what they had done once again brought his thoughts back to the original problem. The core of the issue was mechanical, biological. There had to be a reason that his chakra was ending up in Naruto's body, causing them to share dreams.

A sudden idea occurred to him, perhaps so simple that he may kick himself later. Sasuke got up to test it, kneeling at the side of Naruto's bed. The luminous red of the Sharingan bled into his eyes as he examined the skin of Naruto's arm minutely. There it was, very faint but nonetheless present. His chakra was there, lingering as if it were mocking him. Sasuke nearly sighed, placing his hand on the bed to steady himself as he shifted weight from one foot to another. Again examining his companion's arm, he noticed something odd. There were miniscule amounts of chakra that were floating away from the pale skin of his hand and filtering into Naruto's darker flesh.

Fascinated, he moved his hand closer. The chakra moving from him and into Naruto increased, but as he watched, the flow reversed itself, sending Naruto's reddish energy into his own skin. Sasuke could not look away. It was mesmerizing. His hand drew nearer and nearer to Naruto's skin, the level of energy steadily increasing in both directions. Curiosity began to get the better of him, and he decided that he would channel a bit of chakra intentionally, and try pushing it into Naruto. No sooner had he caused the blueish stuff to surface in his hand, but it was gone, and a small burst of warmth went into his palm, temporarily turning his own chakra a pale lavender.

Naruto stirred in his sleep, giving a short groan. Sasuke froze, at once hoping that the sleeping man did not wake, and wishing that he would. The feeling of warmth began spreading from his hand into the rest of his body, and he started to feel more relaxed. After a few long moments, his eyelids began to droop, and the last thing he felt before falling asleep was his face gently pressing into the comforter.

Sasuke's legs strained to keep him upright as his hands gripped the windowsill. He could feel fingernails digging into the flesh of his hips, a body slick with sweat. A feeling of anticipation mounted, and the next thing he knew, something began sliding between his buttocks. “This might hurt,” he heard a familiar voice say. He turned his head back just fast enough to see Naruto's face as he pressed forward, slowly entering him from behind.

The loudest moan he'd ever heard filled his ears, and he was unsure if it had been his, or Naruto's. What pain there was from penetration faded almost instantly as his prostate was barely grazed. It was horrible...the worst, most evil teasing in the universe. “More...” he groaned, trying to push backward, to force deeper in the hard flesh that threatened to take his entire mind away. However, Naruto's iron grip held him fast, not allowing him even the smallest movement. Sasuke's face burned with a mixture of excitement and shame as he was forced to beg. “Harder!” he cried in a pleading voice, that had just a hint of a sob to it, “Please...Naruto...for God's sake, move!”

Hot breath next to his ear startled him as Naruto leaned forward and pressed himself against Sasuke's back. “Be careful what you wish for,” he breathed, “You just might get it.” And then there was the most wonderful sliding sensation as Naruto pulled back, the anticipatory feeling only growing stronger in the split second before he lunged back in. All ability to speak, think, or breathe left him as his entire being was scoured away, leaving behind only heat and need. Again, Naruto slammed his hips forward, and Sasuke let out the breath he'd been holding, releasing it as a shriek of unadulterated pleasure.

Obscenities fell from his lips, pleas and demands more filthy than he had ever imagined. He hardly knew himself in that moment, not understanding why he would want such things. Sharp nails broke through the skin of his hips, and warm blood ran from the cuts. It was only a slight pain. Sasuke cried out as teeth sank into the junction of his neck and shoulder, a growl vibrating Naruto's chest against his back. He lay his forehead on the windowsill, and panted, crying out each time the hardness within him struck at his prostate. “Motherfucker...” he said hoarsely as his knees began to shake. “Don't stop...keep...oh fuck, I'm going to...oh God...ah! Yes...harder...oh, yes...just...a little...harder.”

The world fell away, rocked and shattered by the liquid fire coursing through his veins. Naruto plunged into him over and over again, groaning heavily as his movements became increasingly erratic. “Oh, fuck, Sasuke...I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come inside you. You feel so good...” Suddenly, Naruto let out a moan that Sasuke felt throughout his entire body. The erection buried deep inside him gave a convulsive pulse, and then without warning, he himself was overcome yet again. How he managed to stay upright, Sasuke had no clue. His heart was thundering in his chest, and his lungs burned. Stars flew across his vision until he felt so dizzy that he simply closed his eyes...

Sasuke woke up as he fell to the floor. His backside hit the carpet, and he let out a yelp that came more from surprise than any real pain. Though...he did feel a bit sore...

“Sasuke?” he heard, and looked up from his sprawled position to see Naruto. He was wide eyed, and staring at him with a strange expression. Then all he saw were thin slits of blue as suspicion came over his companion's face. “You had the same dream, didn't you?” Naruto's tone left no room for argument, but how on earth was he to explain?

“I...”

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Author's Note #2: So how's that? I hope you like, and that you plan on reading more when I put it up. For now...

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