The Sound of Dreams

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Chapter 51


Sasuke reluctantly pulled back from the deep kiss. He didn’t want to break the contact with his blonde lover, but it was necessary.

He had to get the rest of his clothes off somehow, after all.

He grabbed the other teen by the front of the sleeveless turtleneck and pulled him upright. Glad that the armored portion of the Anbu uniform was already off, he tugged the shirt over Naruto’s head and tossed it negligently aside.

His breath caught briefly at the sight of the toned torso in the dim light of the moon. No matter how many times he saw the sight, he couldn’t help but stop and ogle a shirtless dobe.

His scrutiny was interrupted as clothing blocked his gaze. Naruto finished pulling off Sasuke’s shirt and dropped it onto the floor. Instead of stopping to admire the view as his lover had done however, he wasted no time in leaning forward to latch onto a pink nipple.

Sasuke moaned and tilted his head back, pressing his chest into the sensation. Strong warm arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him in tightly before a hand slid down to cup and squeeze his ass.

Those arms helped lift him to his knees as the mouth trailed down over his chest; biting, licking and kissing over ribs until he got to Sasuke’s abdomen. Once there, he began to rub his cheeks against the taut muscles, almost like a cat nuzzling against him, scent marking him.

Sasuke leaned more of his weight against the arm holding him, forcing Naruto to tense his muscles to support him. Sasuke ran his hand over the hard, defined arms; reveling in their strength.

He wasn’t sure how Naruto had taken control from him so easily, but as a deft tongue slipped into his navel, he decided that he didn’t really care. It wasn’t worth arguing about and he couldn’t complain about the pleasure he was receiving.

The hand stopped fondling his ass to move around and fumble with the fastening on his pants. The waistbands of both his trousers and boxers were lowered, exposing his heated flesh to the cool night air. His gasp turned into a moan as Naruto scooted lower beneath him and took his erection into his warm, wet mouth.

He steadied his center of gravity once more so that he could reach down and tangle his fingers into the blonde silken locks.

Naruto braced himself up with an arm behind him as he continued to bob his head up and down the length of cock in his mouth. His arm left Sasuke’s waist to grip the base of the manhood before him. He looked up and blazing blue met hazy black. Naruto pulled his mouth off and began to lick the blood engorged flesh like some kind of sinfully sweet confection.

Sasuke moaned both in pleasure and protest. It felt good but he wanted those lips wrapped around him, sucking him off.

The only warning he had was the sudden mischievous gleam in the darkened blue eyes. With a tilt of his head, Naruto sank all the way down until his nose was buried in dark, coarse hair and Sasuke’s musky scent flooded his brain.

“N-Naruto!” His name sounded both like an exaltation and a curse coming from Sasuke’s mouth.

Pale slender fingers tightened even further in his hair as he repeatedly swallowed around the cock lodged in his throat. His nose was mashed into that wonderful scent as Sasuke pushed his head closer, wanting himself deeper. Naruto felt his chin brush the tight sac below as his lover clutched at him.

When he felt the body start to tense under his ministrations, he pulled his head back, ignoring the pulling in his hair and the plaintive groan. One, his body was fervently trying to remind him that he needed air to survive and two, he didn’t want Sasuke to cum just yet.

He pulled himself back up into a sitting position and gently lowered Sasuke back in between his legs. Smiling at the slightly curious look, he quickly divested his lover of his pants and boxers. He took a moment to run his hands over the pale, smooth legs; enjoying the shaky sigh that the other teen let out.

Sasuke looked up at Naruto and decided it was time to show that he could give as good as he could take.

He sat up and pushed Naruto back much like the blonde had done to him. He then proceeded to strip the remaining clothes from Naruto’s body. He often still had a hard time believing that the beautiful, maddening, powerful, idiotic, caring boy before him was truly his.

“Sasuke.” A husky voice called him back to the present, a slightly pleading note threaded into it.

He smirked at the dobe’s impatience. Although in this instance he was inclined to agree with him. He straddled those strong thighs once more to lean down and plant an open mouthed kiss on those talented lips, paying them the homage that they so well deserved.

After what seemed like several long moments, Naruto finally pulled away, his breath rushing in and out of his lungs. “My weapons pouch,” he panted, gesturing next to the bed.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow but obediently retrieved the requested item. Curious, he opened the bag and quickly spotted the small tube of lubricant. His eyebrow once again went up at his mate.

Naruto had the decency to blush lightly. “Ero-sennin always said that a ninja should always be prepared.” He grinned and wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

Sasuke opened his mouth to retort that he doubted that Naruto’s sensei had meant it like that and abruptly remembered exactly who they were talking about. He quickly decided it was unlikely that the toad hermit had been referring to extra kunai or smoke bombs.

Damn perverted Sannins.

He tossed the pouch back in its place after he had removed the tube. He felt Naruto spread his legs slightly behind him but ignored it as he squeezed the cool gel onto his fingers. The smell of black cherries assaulted his nose.

He gave Naruto a pointed look to which the blonde responded with a large grin. “They didn’t have any that was miso pork scented.”

A snort of amusement escaped before Sasuke could quell it. Leave it to his dobe.

He reached down and started slicking the thick, hard length that was his lover’s. He saw the brief look of surprise flicker through Naruto’s passion darkened eyes.

“If you were planning on fucking me, then you’re lubing up the wrong dick,” Naruto pointed out helpfully.

“Shut up, usuratonkachi,” Sasuke muttered, a little embarrassed that he was giving into the desire to feel his lover sheathed within him.

“Keep calling me that while we’re having sex and I’m going to start calling you ‘Baby’ again,” Naruto threatened petulantly.

“Keep talking and I’m going to go jerk off in the bathroom,” Sasuke promised darkly.

Naruto’s mouth snapped shut with the click of his teeth. Sasuke shot him a smug looking smirk before positioning himself over his lover.

The blonde hissed as he rubbed the head of Naruto’s cock over his puckered hole, spreading the lubricant to ease the entry. He began to lower himself, slowly spearing his ass on the rigid manhood. Once the head was past, he began to take the rest of it in longer, deeper movements until he was completely stretched and filled, sitting flat on Naruto’s pelvis.

Sasuke took a deep breath that was as shaky as the muscles in his thighs. He leaned forward and placed his hands on Naruto’s broad chest, bracing himself as he slowly lifted his hips.

“Damn, Sasuke,” Naruto whispered fervently, his body starting to take on a sheen of sweat. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

Sasuke reversed direction, sinking down onto the rock hard cock until it once again filled him. He set a slow pace, deliberately tormenting them both, trying to draw it out as long as possible.

As he gazed down at the expressive face of his lover, Sasuke was struck once more by the fact that tomorrow could be the end for them.

He started to move faster, wanting to hear the sounds of Naruto’s lust. He wanted there to be no doubts that they were alive in this moment in time.

It wasn’t long before Naruto was moaning beneath him, running his hands over Sasuke’s straining body. He lifted his hips to meet him half way, trying to slam himself as deep into Sasuke as he possibly could.

Sasuke’s eyes blazed red down at him, his breath erratic, his body starting to quiver both from exertion and his peaking pleasure. Naruto’s eyes were closed, his head tilted back and his mouth hung open as his chest heaved, his rapid breath leaving a chilled burn in his throat.

“Naruto,” Sasuke gasped urgently.

Blue eyes flickered open to meet his.

“Am I yours?” he demanded as he impaled himself harshly. That hadn’t been what he meant to say. He had meant to get Naruto to tell him that the dobe belonged to him, not the other way around.

“Always mine, Sasuke,” Naruto groaned, his body at the point of sensual overload. The direct look in his eyes however assured Sasuke that he took the question seriously. “Always yours,” he added, his look holding more than just lust.

With that Naruto grabbed Sasuke’s hand and swiped his tongue wetly across the palm. He then guided that hand to the swollen, dripping manhood between his lover’s pale thighs. As Sasuke began to stroke himself, Naruto grabbed his hips and angled his thrusts, trying to bring him the greatest pleasure possible.

Sasuke threw his head back and bit into the meaty part of his palm below the thumb to stifle his cries as the sensations crashed through his body. He could feel those blue rimmed dark eyes on him, watching him touch himself and he was surprised at the thrill it gave him.

“Don’t catch it,” Naruto said hoarsely, trying to control his breathing and with it his urge to let loose. “I want to feel it.”

As if those words were the keys to the floodgates, his orgasm overran, rushed through him like a torrent and burst from the confines of his body. He forced himself to look down as the thick white streams jetted over a tanned chest, splashed onto a clenched stomach and pooled in a navel.

As soon as he felt the first spurt of cum hitting his chest, Naruto could no longer contain his own climax. His muscles contracted so hard that his back came up off the bed, his orgasm ripped through him so intensely that it stole his breath as his balls kept trying to pump every ounce of seed in his body into Sasuke’s ass. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were fucking shriveled after this.

After what felt like both an eternity and yet way too soon, he collapsed back onto the bed with a ragged gasp, trying desperately to get oxygen up to his brain before the lack caused permanent damage. Sasuke swayed slightly, still astride him, hand loosely holding his now limp cock. He looked wrung out, debauched and oh so utterly fuckable. If Naruto didn’t know that it would be at least another fifteen to twenty minutes before Sasuke would be coherent again, he would have rolled him over and taken him again. He just looked that goddamned tempting.

Sasuke forced his mind to function despite the white noise in his brain. He slowly lowered himself down onto Naruto’s chest, unmindful of the mess even though in a few hours from now he would be wrinkling his nose in disgust and thinking how nasty it felt. For now he just tucked his head up under Naruto’s chin and allowed himself to relax.

It occurred to him, in his foggy thoughts, that it didn’t matter what he did, he and the dobe would always be bound together. Even if Naruto were to die, even if Sasuke were the one to kill him, it wouldn’t change how Sasuke felt about him. Naruto had been right. There was no Sasuke. There was no Naruto. ‘There is only us,’ he dimly thought.

Lying there with his guard down, with the realization fresh in his thoughts and the satiation making both body and mind languid, Sasuke said the last thing in his thoughts before he fell into a peaceful slumber.

“Ahwuffoo,” came a mumble from the vicinity of Naruto’s chest. Blonde brows furrowed in confusion, then smoothed out with a smile. The bastard could be really cute sometimes. If it had been important, Naruto was sure his lover would mention it to him again tomorrow.

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It was when Sasuke was staring down at his sleeping lover the next morning, his hair still wet from his early shower, that he made his decision.

He had to live.

He had to win in this fight against Itachi because if he didn’t, Naruto would die. There was no question of the outcome. If he lost against Itachi, then his brother would take Naruto to have the demon extracted, killing him in the process. Even if he won, but died in the process, then the Akatsuki would still be free to take Naruto and the results would be the same.

He had to be alive so he could protect Naruto.

There was a quiet knock at the door, breaking him from his reverie. Standing carefully so as not to disturb the blonde, Sasuke pulled on some clothes and answered the door.

Shino stood on the other side, dressed and ready to go. “It’s almost time,” he said soberly. It seemed this morning that Shino had dropped some of his animosity towards Sasuke. It was strange really since Shino had been adamant that Sasuke’s vengeance meant more than Naruto did to the younger Uchiha.

Sasuke nodded and moved back to shut the door. Shino’s voice stopped him.

“I may have been wrong about you, Uchiha. For that, I apologize,” the bug user stated, a hint of something underlying his tone.

“And why do you believe that?” Sasuke asked, curious despite himself.

“You are still here, are you not?” Shino queried softly. “You could easily have gone off on your own without a thought to others.” By “others,” Sasuke knew he meant Naruto.

Sasuke gave him a dark, sardonic smirk. “Not for the lack of trying.”

Shino raised an eyebrow over the rim of his sunglasses. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that you are here against your own free will?” He gave a soft chuckle, apparently amused at Sasuke’s expense.

Sasuke frowned at him and shut the door without any further words. People needed to mind their own damn business and stay out of his.

“I need a shower,” Naruto mumbled from the bed. He sat up and stretched, then idly scratched at the dried matter on his chest.

“Go get a shower; I’ll get some clothes out for you. Then we need to head out,” Sasuke said quickly as he moved over to their gear. A warm hand on his shoulder stopped him and turned him around.

He gave Naruto a slightly irritated look, wanting to get going so that he could finally bring this to an end. Now that he was awake and moving around, a buzz of adrenaline was starting to make itself known in his blood. He was anxious to start the encounter for which he had been training and waiting almost ten years.

Naruto reached over and slid a palm against Sasuke’s cheek and then into his hair. He pulled the other shinobi over to him and leaned in to kiss him deeply but tenderly. Even with what awaited him today, Sasuke’s world still narrowed down to the lips gently moving upon his.

Naruto slowly pulled back and smiled at him brilliantly, dazzling him. The blonde then gave his shoulder a firm, but teasing shove in the direction of their gear. “Finish getting ready, teme! I’m not gonna wait on you today! I have some ass to kick!”

Sasuke snorted at him. It suddenly didn’t matter that they weren’t ready, that their jutsu still needed work or even that Naruto had no clue which end of a sword to hold let alone how to use one. It didn’t matter because his friend was going to be beside him and that would be enough.

Together they were unbeatable.

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The closer they came to the area specified in the ransom note, the hotter Sasuke’s blood ran. He tried to keep himself cold, he tried to keep his hatred knife-edged and ready to cut.

He knew he had to be logical and calculating, not raging and unfocused. His first encounter with Itachi had taught him that. He would not charge blindly into the fight once again.

However, the thought that he was so close and that he would be able to test his progress against him once again, to measure himself against the prodigy that was his murdering brother made his pulse race.

A part of him knew that he shouldn’t be this excited, this eager for the upcoming confrontation, but he couldn’t help himself. As much as he hated his brother, as much as he wanted to do nothing more than kill him for the pain that he had caused Sasuke to suffer, he admired his strength and abilities. He knew that if he was able to defeat his brother, it would prove once and for all that everything that he had done; the betrayal, almost killing Naruto, almost losing himself body and soul to Orochimaru, had been worth it.

A strange calm began to enfold him, containing all of his mixed and conflicting emotions beneath the surface. He began to focus, to narrow his world down to two goals. Kill Itachi and stay alive.

Naruto watched Sasuke carefully, looking for signs of doubt or, worse yet, the curse seal-induced rage and madness. He knew that Sasuke operated differently from him. While rage, anger and fury could oftentimes help Naruto in a fight, Sasuke fought better when he was cold. Sasuke had not been lying the other night when he had taken Naruto so harshly in the forest.

His body pulsed at the erotic memories, but he shook them off.

Naruto operated on a more emotional level; he was more intuitive, more likely to ad lib any plans that he might devise. Sasuke worked better when he was in control. Whether of himself, the situation or of the planning involved, Sasuke thought rationally in a more linear fashion.

At least until it came to his brother. Although he knew Sasuke wanted to fight Itachi, Naruto couldn’t help but dread the encounter. It was a no-win situation.

If Sasuke lost, then most likely his best friend and lover would be dead. If he lost and lived, he would be even more driven to gain power and would most likely try to push Naruto away again, blaming his weakness on the bond that they shared.

If Sasuke won, then he would come to the devastating realization that he had just killed his brother, the only remaining family he had and the one that he had admired as a child. The guilt would likely turn into anger and he would turn the anger in upon himself.

Either way, Sasuke would lose and Naruto might very well lose Sasuke.

He could only hope that they could manage to rescue Katsuro without the encounter taking place. Somehow, he knew that it was just wishful thinking.

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They slowed down at Sasuke’s signal, only going a few more meters before coming to a stop. Both teens pulled off their masks as Sasuke surveyed the area, looking for anything out of the ordinary. It wasn’t long before they found the traps designed to act as early warning devices.

Knowing Naruto’s propensity for suddenly losing all coordination around anything remotely resembling a trap, Sasuke had the blonde following him carefully as they maneuvered their way through the devices.

Shino had already sent his insects ahead, looking for people with large chakra signatures, denoting shinobi. All three stopped when Shino spoke the awaited and dreaded words.

“Someone is ahead.”

A quiver ran through Sasuke’s body, not unlike the anticipatory shiver a race horse gave right before the gate opened. He drew his katana and looked towards his companions. His Sharingan eyes spun wildly even though his expression was calm.

“Naruto, keep Kisame occupied. Shino, get the daimyo’s son out of there.” He didn’t state what he would be doing and neither of them needed to ask.

Sasuke was in the act of turning his attention forward again when he suddenly paused. He looked over into Naruto’s determined blue eyes and simply said, “I won’t fail you.”

He then turned and moved out, giving Naruto no chance to respond.

TBC