The Sound of Dreams

AN: Sorry this was a few days late getting out, but with Thanksgiving and all I had my hands full of family! Hope you guys enjoy it!


Chapter 7


Sasuke gave a low moan as Naruto seated himself deep within the pale, sweat-glistened body. There was a long moment as each of them paused to just feel. Tanned hands gently gripped long slender legs behind the knees and pushed up and apart until the alabaster body was unashamedly displayed. Blue eyes burned as they raked over taut lithe muscles down to the velvet-skinned manhood proudly jutting from dark coarse curls.

Hips lifted in a silent plea for more. Naruto's pelvis rocked back slowly and then thrust forward, drawing another deep moan from Sasuke's chest. Pleasure flowed through their veins like hot lava as the rhythm of hips moving together sped up.

"I love you so much," Naruto gasped between quick pants of breath.

A strong tanned hand slid down a supple thigh, ghosted over a slender waist and caressed a plump breast, teasing the nipple...BREAST ?!?

Naruto blinked his eyes open and looked down at the young blonde haired woman with honey colored eyes and a very large bosom. "Rochi-kun," she purred in a throaty voice.

"B-Ba-Baachan!?!"

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Naruto's consciousness jerked itself out of the dream. He was lying in a tunnel of the prison maze, water sloshing around his body. His arm was through the opening in the dark purple barrier made by Orochimaru's chakra, allowing him to touch the snake bastard's dreams.

"Oh my God!! I'm scarred for life!" Naruto shuddered. That was not how he wanted to see the woman that he thought of as a sister/mother figure. "I will never be able to look her in the eyes again." Not that he would get a chance to see her in the near future, if ever, he concluded glumly. Distracting himself, he turned his attention to his progress.

The hole was bigger than it had been to begin with. Naruto had first stumbled upon it not too long ago. There had been a slight gap where the pipes ran along the walls that the purple chakra hadn't completely covered. Naruto had been slowly peeling the hole open centimeter by centimeter using his spiritual "hands." It wasn't large enough to slip his whole body through yet, only about half of the way there. He just needed to be careful not to draw notice to himself before he could escape this containment.

Every once in a while he felt himself "slide" out, but he was unsure how he did it or what enabled him to do so. He just knew that he had to continue to work on it. He had to find a way to regain control of himself and stop that snake bastard from hurting either Sasuke or Konoha. He couldn't help but "peek" however. Not when it meant more information on his situation and a chance to see Sasuke.

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Sasuke's dark eyes watched his sparring opponent with more speculation than concentration. Orochimaru was once again exercising through taijutsu this morning. Sasuke had learned over the last few months that although the body knew the moves, the mind didn't understand them as thoroughly. So even though he had to heed what the other was doing, he certainly didn't need his Sharingan for this practice. More than anything he was annoyed at this waste of his time. He kept his mouth shut for once however and participated.

What had his mind speculating however, were the Sannin's recent actions. While nothing overt occurred, he couldn't help but be reminded of Naruto when his friend's mannerisms seemed to be bleeding over into his sensei's. Just this morning he caught Orochimaru with his fingers laced behind his blonde head, moving down the hallway in a casual, inelegant stroll that resembled nothing like the snake's usual silent glide.

If only Naruto had gotten it through that thick skull of his that Sasuke didn't want to go back home. He had a goal to achieve; one that he had known all along would probably end up costing him his life. He didn't want friends; he wanted his revenge for his brother's crimes against their clan. Friends would slow him down, distract him, make him care about something else, get in the way of what he had to do. And friends would be hurt when he finally left this world. If he had friends, they could be used against him, used to hurt him, whether by Itachi's hand or Orochimaru's. He was better off alone with only himself to worry about.

If only that moron could have understood this, then Sasuke wouldn't be standing here now wishing there was a pair of azure eyes on the boy before him instead of piss yellow ones! At the sudden surge of fury, the dark haired shinobi didn't hold back. The kick that connected with the broad tanned chest full on had all the power of an infuriated high-level ninja behind it.

Naruto's body (for it was Naruto's dammit, not Orochimaru's) impacted into the wall ten meters behind him, causing cracks to radiate out from the vaguely human shaped indentation. He stood, shaking his head for a moment before flickering out of sight.

Sasuke's eyes widened just before the force of a sledgehammer slammed itself against his back. He whipped around to see a dark clothed blonde headed blur already moving into his next attack. Sasuke hastily blocked the fist and diverted chakra to his eyes, feeling them turn to crimson.

The attack continued. Sasuke executed a few maneuvers of his own only to have them countered or dodged with an intuitive skill that the Sannin had not shown previously. Wondering if the bastard was toying with him, he grabbed the wrist of the fist he had just blocked and jerked the blonde towards him as he swung his other fist, intending to drop the Sannin hard and quick.

The blonde caught the fist in a painful grip at the same time that Sasuke felt a twisting, stabbing agony in his other wrist. His Sharingan eyes saw a quickly rotating spike of blue chakra coming out of his forearm, blood flowing from the wound. He released his hold and jerked his arm straight up, not wanting to tear the wound further. He watched the spike swirl about the scar in the shape of the Konoha leaf on his friend's palm before it winked out of existence. 'What the fuck...?'

That's when he heard the laugh. Not the darkly amused, hissing snicker. Not the contemptuous or condescending chuckle. No, this was a laugh of joy, or merriment. It was pure and warm, untainted by darkness. He then saw what he had been looking at all this time. Blue. Vivid, bright, sparkling, shining. Azure, sapphire, cerulean, sky, ocean. Blue. He felt his chest contract and yet surge at the same time.

"What's the matter, teme? Afraid I'll kick your ass?" the voice taunted, but in a teasing, happy tone. Not mocking him, not trying to hurt.

Sasuke blinked. This was Naruto? What had happened to the dolt that had just stood there, waiting to be ran through?

He immediately shifted into a fighting stance as Naruto came at him again. And again there was that surge of emotion in him. A fierce satisfaction at facing the only one he had ever called rival and friend. As the fight continued with kicks, throws and punches, Sasuke imagined that if he had ever felt or remembered feeling what happiness was like, that this was as close as it got. Unlike the previous fights with the snake, this opponent required his full concentration, pushing him to the extent of his skills. He didn't realize it but a small, pleased smile graced his face.

"Don't look so surprised, bastard," Naruto said with a grin. "You aren't the only one that learned something these last few years. I had just finished almost kicking your master's ass when we met up a few months ago."

"He's not my master," Sasuke growled. He pulled out three shuriken and threw them in one smooth motion.

Naruto deftly twisted his body, avoiding the projectiles. He pulled his own shuriken out but held them in between his fingers, his brow furrowing slightly. Sasuke saw chakra mold, change and then swirl around the throwing stars even as Naruto blocked another kick. How did the idiot do that without seals? And exactly what was he doing? The question was answered as Sasuke suddenly had to go on the defensive. Naruto showered him with kicks and punches, before abruptly jumping and letting the shuriken fly.

Sasuke dodged the weapons with a grace that made Naruto's early evasions seem clumsy by comparison. Even though all three missed, he still felt his gi rip and a slice burn along his ribs as one shot by in close proximity. He was further impressed when all three throwing stars buried themselves deep within the stone wall.

"Hn," was his only comment. The Uchiha swung back around only to see a distant look on the other boy's face. "What is it, dobe?"

Blue eyes met his urgently. "He's waking back up. Act natural, I don't want him to know how far I can come out yet." His eyes softened slightly with one last gaze, then he attacked again.

Sasuke blocked and in the midst of his counterstrike those eyes turned golden yellow. As they blinked a few times in confusion, Sasuke took sadistic satisfaction in landing a hard punch to his opponent's ribs. A grunt sounded then Orochimaru raised a hand to stop the fight. "Enough for now."

"Are we ready to start my training finally?" he asked in a hard tone.

"I will train you when I deem it time," came the snapped reply. Without another word, the snake Sannin turned and walked off.

Sasuke's lips tightened at having been dismissed so negligently. Then his face went to its usual stoic mask as his thoughts changed subjects. 'I wonder just how much the dobe has learned since I left. How powerful is he now?'

He walked to the wall and carefully inserted his finger in the hole one of the shuriken had left. He was able to sink his finger almost to the last knuckle before he felt a sharp metal point. He still felt the rush of meeting an equal on the battlefield. He had to train harder. He had to get better. He wouldn't allow himself to be surpassed by that blonde dobe.

'...I don't want him to know how far I can come out yet...' The usuratonkachi was planning something. Okay, knowing Naruto, the blonde had a vague idea of what he wanted to do and then would wing it from there. Sasuke walked out of the training area, unaware he had the slight curve of a smile about his lips.

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Two days later an annoyed Sasuke stalked through the halls of the hideout with murder in his eyes. Orochimaru had been "busy" for two days now, unavailable to train him. Further adding to his foul mood, he had not been sleeping well lately. Not that he usually slept well or deeply surrounded by people he didn't trust.

But his dreams were centered around Naruto more and more of late. Some were irritating but nice with the two of them acting the best friends scenario; hanging out and talking, eating and just enjoying each others' company.

Others were frustrating and embarrassing but very nice with the two of them being more than friendly together, but nothing too explicit thankfully. These dreams Sasuke blamed on whatever perverted influences Kakashi had unintentionally imparted onto him. His eyes saddened slightly at the thought of his former sensei, but then he ruthlessly banished the thought.

The last type of dreams were more of him arguing with himself over even thinking of contemplating helping the stupid dobe out of his current predicament. He wasn't thinking of helping him yet, he assured himself. He was just wondering if he should think about it.

’Dammit!’ He barely even talks to the idiot and he was already thinking about altering his plans. Kami forbid what the moron would be able to talk him into had the loudmouth actually been present within his body this whole time.

He grabbed the arm of a Sound-nin that happened to be walking by going the other way. Usually he didn't waste time on these sycophants and boot lickers, but he was getting tired of his sensei avoiding him. "Where is Orochimaru currently?" he demanded in a cold tone.

"Orochimaru-sama was heading to his private chambers last I heard, Uchiha-san," the man replied carefully, eyeing the dark-haired shinobi in askance.

Sasuke dropped his arm and continued down the stone corridor. A few minutes later found him outside of Orochimaru's door, ready to knock when he heard voices. He moved on down the hall a short ways and then, suppressing his chakra, stealthily slunk back to the door.

"...care how long it takes, I want to find something that will either get rid of him or seal him away," Orochimaru was saying in Naruto's tainted voice. "I actually found myself wondering where those hideous orange pants were this morning. I'm not even going to mention what he has me dreaming about."

That perked Sasuke's curiosity. What do dobes dream about?

"Have you had any more luck with Kyuubi's power?" Kabuto's voice inquired.

"I can get a steady trickle. Enough to change basic physical features and enough to equal my own chakra, but nothing on par with what that brat is able to call up." There was a pause. "It is like the demon's chakra is suppressed with his consciousness. I don't know whether it is because they are linked in some spiritual way or if Kyuubi is locked away in the same area of his mind that I sent him to." Orochimaru growled. "I would love to get my hands on the Shiki Fuujin that sealed the Kyuubi to begin with."

"So we need to find something that will destroy his spirit so that you can reach the Kyuubi or something that will effectively lobotomize him so to speak so that he will not be a threat when you unlock that part of his mind." Kabuto paused, weighing his words. "Are you sure this is worth it?"

Orochimaru sighed softly. "I have three years here regardless. I would rather not spend them wearing orange and eating ramen. There is so much potential power within this body. Power to spare for some of the higher ranked jutsus. Knowing them all would be better with power to use them all."

"Have you thought about having Sasuke-kun using the Sharingan to further investigate the problem?"

"No. I think there has been... incidents... he hasn't told me about. I don't want those two in any more contact than necessary. Apart they are deadly, but manageable. Together..." his voice trailed off with a growl. Another sigh sounded. "I'm hungry..."

Sasuke gave a mental curse as he moved from his eavesdropping. A member of Orochimaru's more personalized ninja was coming down the hall. Not as powerful as one of the Sound Four had been but enough that he could cause Sasuke problems with the Sannin.

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Sasuke lay back on his narrow bed, eyes staring blindly at the ceiling.

He didn't want to see the idiot dead. He reserved the right to end the dobe's life; no one else was allowed to kill the moron but him. As much as he denied that Naruto meant anything to him, he still remembered the excitement and thrill he had felt while he was sparring the other day. He hadn't felt that alive in ages. It was almost like time had reset back to when they were a part of Team Seven.

But there was something more to his feelings. Something that had everything to do with his dreams lately and the fact that he was now ready to think about helping the idiot. But he wasn't doing it because he cared, he told himself. If Orochimaru was so damn impressed with the dobe's power, then he would use that power without Orochimaru's influence to get his vengeance. He just had to keep the idiot from trying to drag him back to Konoha after freeing him.

'...Apart they are deadly, but manageable. Together...'

Now he just had to find an opportunity to talk to the idiot in question without the snake finding out.

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Naruto stared up at the two blood red eyes glaring down at him. "Do we have a deal then?" he demanded.

The fox growled menacingly at him for the lack of respect or fear in his tone and manner. "We do," it finally rumbled.


TBC