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In Somnium, Aveo Captore	By : antilogicgirl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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?

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Author's Note: Hello, all! It's been what, a week? I apologize for not posting sooner. This only just got finished about an hour ago, and before that, I have been quite fixated on reading two mangas that had escaped my notice before. If you ever get the chance, please read Crimson Spell and the View Finder series by Ayano Yamane. They are amazing. But enough of my silly excuses. The basic meaning of the chapter title, �Unsucapio�, is �ownership acquired by long possession or use�. Think of it as ownership by default.

Ah, to some reviewers:

anonymous coward: You got me. I only studied Latin in a word-study class that was mostly related to medical terminology. I know now that the best use of somni- would have been to use that double 'i' ending, but there is little that I can do about it now, but please let me know if any of my chapter titles are wrong! They're much easier to fix! Oh, and Beautiful Dreamer isn't dead yet. I'm working on the details of exactly how the proverbial shit will hit the fan.

sango_houshi: I fully expect cookies now.

Tellnoone_Noonetells: I don't hate Genma. Honestly, I think he's totally sexy. But, he just happens to be before Naruto in the watch rotation. Wrong place, wrong time.

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Part III: Usucapio

Inspirational Music for Part III: The Gathering's, Mandylion, and The Butcher's Ballroom by The Diablo Swing Orchestra.

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Haruno Sakura frowned as she allowed her chakra to drain from the hand that still rested on Naruto's torso. He was out cold, for which she was glad. How long had it been since his eyes had closed in true, restful sleep? Missions for his squad were coming in a steady flow, with very little down-time between them, and Naruto had precious little ability to relax of late. She watched him sleep for another few moments, and then took up her notepad. She noted his condition, all of his symptoms, and probable diagnoses.

There was not much wrong with him, physically. A few minor bumps and bruises that she was not going to heal for him, along with a burn on his collar bone from the same lightening technique that had burned his clothing...these were not the things she was worried about. No, the real problem was the fact that the pain he was feeling had absolutely no basis in his physiology. There were no lacerations, no bruising, and as far as her examination told her, that area of his body had never been used.

She smoothed his hair away from his forehead, thinking of where she had heard of such a thing. In her eight years as a medic, both in the field and hospital, she had seen this phenomenon, but only with amputees. One man, she remembered distinctly. He swore that he could feel his leg after it had been removed because of gangrene. It had taken several instances of the nurses picking him up off of the floor before he realized that it was not an illusion, that his leg was truly gone. People experiencing these 'phantom limbs' often feel pain worse than they had ever felt before, or a tingling sensation. It was something that had never been fully tested, and was little understood.

Phantom pain was the closest she could come to explaining the fact that Naruto felt physically sore from activity in which his body had not participated. His mental state was strained, and without knowledge from someone more experienced in such matters, Sakura would have to say that Naruto was not actually in REM when he had his 'dreams'. If she were to compare his dreams to anything, it would be to ancient tribes that used dreamwalking to tell the future, or gain insight through 'lucid' dreaming. But that was not quite right, either, since Naruto did not seem to have any control over what he did in the dreams. The entire thing was getting on her nerves.

All indications pointed to the dreams having an outside source. The dreams he had did not seem like anything he would want for himself; situations he described were entirely out of character. While it was true that people had very different personalities in a sexual context, Sakura had a hard time believing that Naruto was the blushing, shy type that would simply allow someone to do as they wanted. It seemed, the more she thought on it, that these dreams were being imposed upon him by someone. She even felt something different in his chakra system, as if there were another person's chakra mingling�mingling but not mixing�with his. It was one of the strangest things she had ever encountered, and she knew that this was not a puzzle she would be able to solve on her own.

Sakura was very adept at controlling her body's energy, but she did not have the abilities that some people did. With that in mind, she decided to enlist the help of a specialist.

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Neji cracked an eyelid when the phone rang, disturbing his meditations. In his small apartment, there were few furnishings. He had a window seat, where he sat to meditate and read, beneath which was a small storage cupboard, and one closet. A table in the middle of the floor could be moved to one side for when he practiced his katas, and his futon was currently folded neatly and stowed in the closet. The telephone sat on the kitchen counter, with a small notepad nearby for messages. He turned away from the window, swinging his legs over the side of the window seat.

The loose pants he wore made slight rustling sounds as they grazed the tatami mats, his feet carrying him to the edge of the counter in less than eight paces. When he picked up the receiver, he hoped that it was not a call from the mission administration staff. He'd only just come back from a month-long assignment, and was barely rested. �Hyuuga Neji,� he said in a neutral tone, not expectant, nor hostile. It would not do to agitate the person calling.

Surprisingly, he was greeted by the soft, halting tone of a familiar feminine voice. �Neji? Hi, it's me, Sakura. Um...I was just wondering if you could come over to my place?�

Blinking slowly, Neji fought the confusion which was trying to enter his words. He opted for curiosity, instead. �Might I ask why?�

�It's a question of chakra, I guess you could say. A patient of mine is involved, so I would have to ask that you remain discreet on the matter.� Neji's interest was piqued at these words from Sakura, and he smiled as he replied.

�Of course. You may rely upon my confidence, Sakura. When would you like me to be there?� It was settled that he would go to her apartment immediately, and he went to change his clothes. Momentarily, he wondered what she might encounter that could require his assistance. By all accounts, Haruno Sakura was one of the finest medical shinobi that their village had produced in decades. Her knowledge of chakra control and use was flawless, and her techniques innovative. So, he pondered as he pulled on a clean set of shorts, what was the situation?

Twenty minutes later, Sakura was opening her door and letting him in. He looked around curiously, taking in his surroundings. Neji had never had cause to enter Sakura's home, but even if he had not seen her in it, he would know that it belonged to her. The room in which he stood was furnished in a comfortable manner, warm colors predominating, and though there were several pieces of furniture, it was not crowded. Pictures were hung over nearly the entire surface of one wall, photographs snapped spontaneously by the apartment's occupant. Friends, family and co-workers smiled, cringed, and laughed at the onlooker, giving Neji an instant insight into the way Sakura saw the people she knew.

When he looked away from this wall, he examined the body that lay on the couch. Naruto seemed to be asleep. Dark circles were easily visible under his eyes, and he seemed quite pale. �What is wrong with him?� Neji asked, his head tilting to one side. Sakura handed him a small notebook, the outside of which was black, with an orange spiral emblazoned on the front. Also in orange, he read Naruto's name. He had seen doctors with such things before, if they saw shinobi often as patients. The notebook contained a complete record of all visits Naruto had with Sakura. He flipped to the most recent pages.

The notes were extensive, detailing physical symptoms and behavioral observations. Neji was somewhat taken aback by the way his friend seemed to be changing. It was not entirely surprising, however. There was only so much that one could repress the baser instincts, and Naruto had been doing so for nearly ten years. But toward the end of Sakura's notes, he got the sense that she did not believe the condition Naruto was in could be entirely psychosomatic. �I see,� he folded the small book shut and returned it to her. �So, you want me to look at his chakra system to check for blockages, overuse, that sort of thing?�

Sakura smiled, holding her notes against her chest the way he had seen her do many times with her hospital clip-board, �As perceptive as ever, Neji. But please, don't stop there. I need to know about any irregularities, no matter how small. Whatever this is, it is a subtle thing that I can't pinpoint.� He nodded, and she excused herself to make tea for them, and allow him to sit down for a few moments before she would wake Naruto.

The chair he sat in was a squashy sort of leather armchair that Neji was sure Sakura must sit in often. There was a blanket thrown over one side, and he smiled to himself when he found a paperback book wedged between the cushion and the chair's arm. Ring of Seven Secrets, he recognized as the fourth in a series of adventure novels by a retired ninja from the Lightening country. It looked to be well-used, as the spine was rather bent, and placed about two-thirds of the way through was a worn silk bookmark. For a moment, he flipped through the pages of the book, until he came to the marked page. The ribbon was slightly frayed, and seemed darkened by age and years of being placed between the pages of books, ink from the printed word having rubbed into the fabric. This, he thought, was a special thing to her. How old was it, and what significance did it hold?

Neji's reverie was broken when Sakura entered the room with a tray. �I hope that you don't mind, but all I have is my grandmother's spiced tea black tea.� She set down the tea tray, which was laden with a dark green teapot, three cups, a small container of honey, and another of milk.

The scents of cardamom, cinnamon, and a bit of chicory began to fill the room when she poured a cup out, and though not what he might usually drink, he did not find it at all unpleasant. �Not at all,� he said mildly, watching as she added a minimal amount of honey and milk to his cup, stirring delicately. �It smells quite nice.�

Sakura handed him the cup, and turned to wake their sleeping companion.

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Naruto stretched lazily. It was warm this morning, and the bed was soft, and he did not want to get up. He looked up at the ceiling, and then over at his bedside clock. Or, at least he tried to. There was a mass of spiky hair in the way, which made him sit up slowly, eyes widening as he did. For a moment, he simply stared at the back of the head that lay on the other half of his pillow. But then his eyes were drawn away by what seemed to be miles upon miles of bare skin. Pale skin. Scar-less, perfect skin that was stretched over a muscled back, powerful shoulders, and which contrasted almost jarringly with hair that shone slightly blue-black in the mid-morning light.

His heart was starting to beat faster, and Naruto almost did not want to look when he was fully upright. He almost did not want to see the face he knew so well, eyes closed in sleep, seeming so innocent and free from care. The light streaming in through the window did not wake him, which Naruto had to wonder at, since he had always been such a light sleeper. Faster went his pulse, barreling forward and causing his breathing to speed, as well. Why was this man in his bed?

There was no way to know how long he half-laid in bed, watching Sasuke sleep. But after that indeterminate amount of time, his friend rolled over onto his back. Naruto gasped. He had seen Sasuke without a shirt on countless times, but on none of those occasions had the skin of his chest been covered in bites, hickeys, and other marks. Heat flared in his cheeks, and he felt the tingle of arousal beginning. Had he done that? Had Naruto been the one that...

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Sakura had nearly laid hands on Naruto to wake him up when she heard him groan. Stopping suddenly, she tilted her head to one side, looking at him in confusion. A quick glance at his face showed his eyes moving back and forth behind closed lids. Rapid Eye Movement. Naruto was dreaming. She turned to Neji, and placed a finger over her lips. �Let's leave him asleep for now,� her voice was a conspiratorial whisper. �How is the tea?�

Neji's lips half-curled into a smile of vague amusement. �Lovely.� Sakura looked away from his eyes. She could never tell what exactly he was looking at, but Neji always seemed to see more than he let on. Sakura took her seat in a nearby chair, since Neji was in her favorite one, and felt a bit unsettled.

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Black eyes opened, and looked up at him, still sleep-filled. �Morning,� Sasuke grunted, sounding none too pleased to be awake. �God, Naruto, why don't you get curtains? It's fucking bright in here.�

Smiling, Naruto said blithely to cover for the massive butterflies in his stomach, �I like it bright.�

Sasuke rolled over onto his front, shoving his face into the pillow. �Ugh. You would be a morning person.� This made Naruto chuckle, in spite of the situation. Of course, his laughter died quickly when Sasuke sat up, swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Naruto's eyes went wider than he thought possible. The fear he had before was confirmed; Sasuke was naked. Naruto's eyes instinctively followed the line of his body, and found that some parts of Sasuke were apparently quite...more awake than he himself was.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion then. Sasuke turned his head slowly, taking in the path of Naruto's gaze slowly. The way he moved back toward the bed, catlike and predatory, made Naruto just a bit nervous. Crawling across the sheets toward him, Sasuke's eyes had gone from sleepy to sultry in seconds. Naruto felt lightheaded. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, but it did no good. Eyes like burning coals followed the movement of Naruto's tongue, taking on a hungry light.

�Didn't you have enough last night?� Sasuke growled teasingly against his lips, and Naruto found that he could not breathe. A hand slid down his stomach, fingers starting to card through the coarse hair at the base of his still-forming erection. �You were very loud,� he heard Sasuke's voice say before a tongue lapped at his lips, �But those sounds I can handle.� The tongue licked his mouth again, and then invaded, sweeping over his own, and then he could not stop himself.

He reached out, grasping pale, muscled shoulders and pressed Sasuke's back into the bed. For the first time, he realized that he wore not a scrap of clothing, either, though it did not matter much right then. Naruto tangled his fingers in Sasuke's hair, and leaned forward to kiss him, �How much is enough?� He asked before losing himself in the press of bodies, sliding of skin on skin, and all-consuming heat.

Naruto again grasped a handful of inky black hair and pulled. Sasuke's head tipped backward, and he attacked the porcelain skin of his throat, biting and sucking, licking. His ears were met with a low, melodious moan, and he redoubled his efforts, trying to get Sasuke to make that noise again. His free hand slid lower, trailing over the ridges of ribs, the slight swell of a hip, until he grasped--

�Goddamn it!� Naruto yelled, sitting bolt upright and slapping at the hands that were shaking him. �I'm getting fucking sick of this! Just when things are getting good--� And then he saw Sakura's face, and the bright red color it had taken on, and boy was he embarrassed. �Um...er...sorry, Sakura...was I dreaming again? Oh, hi Neji.� He wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die. The entire earth could open up and swallow him whole, and he'd be just fine with it.

Sakura coughed, and didn't look at him when she said, �You were...yes. But I think it's safe to say that this wasn't quite the same as the other dreams, Naruto.� He blinked confusedly, and she said in an exasperated tone, �Who was in the dream?� When he could not speak, she rolled her eyes. �You really can't deny it now, because you were moaning his name the whole time. Genma, Ino and Sasuke said nothing about you making noises, or even breathing heavily during your other dreams. Besides, you saw the guy in this one. It's not the same. Personally, I think that this proves my theory. Someone is doing this to you.�

Neji, who had been silent up until this point, gently extricated Naruto from Sakura, who still had him by the shoulders. �Can you stand up for me, Naruto? Sakura wants me to take a look at you. To see if anything is out of the ordinary with your tenketsu.� Even though he was burning with the wish to kill himself out of shame, he was grateful to Neji for ignoring the whole thing. He was acting a lot more professional than Sakura, waiting patiently for Naruto to stand, and studiously not looking at the raging hard-on that Naruto still had.

The veins around Neji's eyes began to bulge as he scrutinized every chakra opening in Naruto's body. �Hm,� he mused aloud, �It seems that there has been some activity.� A crease developed between iridescent eyes as Neji leaned forward, taking Naruto's hand, turning it over, releasing it. �But it is so slight...very subtle. If I had not known that I should be looking for it, I may not have noticed at all.�

�What does it mean?� Naruto asked, now becoming anxious.

Neji patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. �It is not harming you, physically. But what the mental effects of this thing might be, we still do not understand. What we do know is that you're having these dreams, you feel pain that isn't really there, and that the dreams do not occur every time you sleep. There is another person's chakra in your body, as well. It has been very slowly and gently filtered in.� Releasing his eye technique, Neji stepped back from Naruto and looked at Sakura expectantly.

She nodded, her green eyes fixed on a spot behind Naruto's left ear, obviously still embarrassed by Naruto's dreaming. To Neji, she said, �Yes, I think that you are right. But you can't tell whose chakra it is?� Neji shook his head in the negative. �That is quite all right. I know someone that can.�

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Sasuke sat at his kitchen table, staring in an unseeing sort of way at the dozens of scrolls that were unfurled there. They were layered one atop the other, and still more littered the floor. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing written about this. If this was a jutsu, a ninja technique of any kind, it was new. As such, it should be treated as something very dangerous. He did not know what the purpose of doing this to him and his best friend could be, but he had to stop it. This was not what he wanted. Naruto was his friend, his savior, but he could not think of him as more than that. It was too painful.

The hard thing was, he had already begun to think of Naruto in a different way. That day when they sparred, and Naruto had pinned him to the ground, it had felt insanely good. Heat, and sweat had never been so pleasant, and the wild intensity in blue eyes that looked down at him, daring him to do something, anything. And how he had wanted to! It would not have taken much, really. He blamed it on the way Naruto said his name. That low, rasping, breathy tone that--

�Fuck...� Sasuke growled at himself. �I need to stop thinking about this.� If this kept up, the only thing outside of an ice bath that would get rid of his erection was a date with his hand in the bathroom. That, he thought, is truly pathetic. To be mooning away after your best friend, thinking about doing those things...you're sick. But how was he supposed to stop thinking about it? He dreamed of it, fantasized it, and the worst part of the entire deal was that it was that by all accounts, it seemed that he did not care enough to truly try making the thoughts go away. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't things just be like they always had been? Like they should be.

Okay. He lay his head atop folded arms on the table. Think about this in objective terms. There has to be a pattern. Some common thread as to when the dreams happen. He began to think of how many dreams he'd had, and when they occurred, and realized with a very abrupt jolt to his mind that every single one of his dreams, the ones he and Naruto shared, had been while they were out on assignment. An interesting fact, indeed. Now what does it mean? They had the dreams only when they were both asleep, and in close proximity to one another. I can solve that. Just won't sleep near him while he's sleeping. All that it would require was to switch the watch rotation.

A quick fix, but it was better than nothing. He picked his head up and began rubbing at his eyes, trying to stop them from aching. Long moments passed when the only thoughts going through his mind were of the pain in his head, but even that was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Sasuke groaned, and ignored it. Hopefully, they would get the hint and go away. After five minutes of crashing knocks, Sasuke decided that hope was for suckers, and that it was something he may never have again.

He knew who it was, of course. Sakura and Naruto had made no attempt to hide their chakra as they approached. And now Sakura was in the process of beating his door down. Figuring that he did not want to pay for a new one, he got up and went to answer the knocking before the solid oak splintered under her overt strength. He disengaged all four locks and dispelled the traps he always placed there before yanking open the door grumpily. �What do you want?� He glared at her venomously, but it had no effect. Okay. So maybe a verbal dismissal was necessary. �Go away. I'm busy.�

Sakura looked over Sasuke's shoulder, and nodded. �This I see. But you know that if we don't fix what's wrong with Naruto, he'll be out of the mission rotation indefinitely until a solution can be found.�

Sasuke was agitated enough without her barging in and stating the glaringly obvious for him. He ran a hand roughly through his hair, and grunted. �Damn it, woman, don't you think I know that? I've been researching it all day.� Sakura did not seem at all impressed. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and looked at him as if to demand entry. After a short staring contest that she won (for the first and what he hoped would be the only time), he let both of them in. Sakura marched into the living room, Naruto in tow. Sasuke hated it when she was in her �doctor-knows-best� mode. While she was one of his closest friends, and if pressed, he could admit that he cared greatly for her, right at that moment, she could jump off of a fifty-story building for all he cared.

When Naruto brushed past him, he felt as if the pit of his stomach dropped out. It was obvious that Sakura had taken him home and made him shower. He smelled of that damnable rosemary mint shampoo, a mild soap, and sunshine. The image of his fingers tangling in Naruto's newly washed hair flashed through his mind, and Sasuke stifled a groan, replacing it with a sound of distaste. �Watch where you're going, idiot.� He felt slightly bad for calling his friend that, mostly because he was affected by the same jutsu that Sasuke was, and wouldn't that make him an idiot, as well?

His guilt was only doubled when he noticed that Naruto was in such poor spirits that he did not say anything as a retort to Sasuke's sniping comment. He merely muttered, �Sorry,� and moved away quickly. It was just wrong to see Naruto that way, and Sasuke did not like the feeling it gave him. To cover for his ill ease, he led them through the kitchen to the living area.

�Sit down,� he half-demanded. When they were both seated, he leaned on the doorway before heading back into the kitchen to make a small pot of green tea. �I'm assuming that since you're here, that there has been some kind of development.� For a long few seconds, he watched Sakura's unsettlingly green eyes studying him. There were times that Sasuke felt as if he had been thin-sectioned, stained, slapped with glue and squashed between glass like the specimens she looked at under her microscope, and that she could see everything in his head.

God, I hope not.

Her small mouth drew down at the corners, but she nodded. �I had Neji look at him. He says that there is foreign chakra lurking in Naruto's system.� Sasuke paused in the act of turning around. His mind immediately began to race. A hundred different scenarios could have caused that chakra to be there, and his brain was suddenly playing them all out at once, making his headache worse.

�I'm sorry?� he asked, his head turning so that he could see Naruto out of the corner of his eye. �What did you say?� Naruto was decidedly not looking at him, instead keeping his eyes on the bare coffee table.

�I will not repeat myself, Sasuke. You heard me.� She got to her feet with an abrupt, jerky motion, leaving both of her companions blinking as she moved toward the door. �Now, I have to go to the hospital. My shift starts in fifteen minutes, and if I'm late, there will be hell to pay. While I'm gone, please take care of Naruto, and have a look at that foreign chakra. I expect a report when I get back in the morning.�

Sasuke whirled around, his mouth opening and words flying out before he could really think them through. �Sakura!� He yelled after her, even as she opened the door and walked out. It took only four strides to reach the exit, and he ripped it open, and called down the hall, �I'm not babysitting your mental patients!� Silence greeted him, as she had already gotten to the stairwell and was most likely well on her way to the ground floor. He heaved a great sigh, and turned around, shutting the door and leaning against it. After a moment or two, he chanced a look at Naruto.

He had expected that Naruto would look sullen, or that he would be annoyed in some way by his comment degrading his mental state. Sasuke might even have predicted that he would be nervous. But he had not thought that Naruto would be looking at him. He was unprepared for the intense expression that burned across the room at him, regarding his every move with sharp, hawk-like attention. Sasuke had never seen Naruto like this; he looked like he was going to...

Dark eyes went wide when his friend stood and moved with predatory grace toward him. He could feel his body tensing, rising onto the balls of his feet, preparing for an attack. It seemed like forever that he watched the fluid motions of muscle and sinew as they slid beneath the dark blue of his friend's shirt. But then time sped up, as if jumping forward in a video recording, and Naruto was standing close...So close. Sasuke felt himself becoming intoxicated by the nearness of him, his smell, and most importantly, the way he oddly did not mind when he was pinned between the door and heat that just might burn him alive.

Naruto's breath smelled of cinnamon candy. Sasuke felt his mind going numb, and he could not bring feeling back as he heard Naruto saying, �I dreamed of you,� That voice was doing awful things to him... �but Sakura woke me up, just when it was getting...interesting.�

�Oh?� Sasuke cursed his lack of control. His voice had risen an octave, making him sound like a nervous little boy.

�Yes.� Naruto said slowly, moving his mouth closer to Sasuke's. �You,� hot breath tickled at his lips, �are an awful tease.� He did not have the ability to process that, because Naruto's mouth, his words, and his body were making him entirely unable to function as a normal, sane human being. By all rights, he should be shoving Naruto away. Sasuke never had liked having his personal space invaded; it made him antsy. Now, the only kind of fidgeting that he really�wanted to do was to be restlessly running his hands through blond hair, under that damnably tight shirt, and-- �Sasuke,� Naruto said, ripping him from his fantasy, �I know it's wrong to want you.� He opened his mouth to reply, to say that Naruto was being an idiot, and that it was a non-issue because nothing would ever happen between them...only to have his words swallowed, quite literally.

He made a very undignified sound when Naruto pressed his mouth hotly against Sasuke's. It was somewhere between a groan and a gasp of surprise, because God did it feel good. Naruto's tongue traced his lips before delving into his mouth, and then he simply could not help it. Sasuke reached up, fisting his hands in soft, still slightly damp hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened dangerously, and he could feel the telltale tightening in his pants, warning him that this could get very complicated very quickly. Sasuke ignored it and kept moving his tongue against Naruto's. Warm fingers sneaked under the hem of his shirt, and began stroking at his abdominal muscles.

Finally, when he felt as if there was no such thing as oxygen any longer, Naruto broke away from his mouth. As soon as he had, he pressed forward again, bringing their bodies into complete contact. A very hard, very hot erection was pressed against his, and he could feel it clearly, even though all those layers of clothing. Sasuke let out a gasp at the rush of sensation. Naruto smiled a strange smile, and gripped his hips, using his considerable upper body strength to grind their bodies together. �Fuck!� Sasuke heard himself yell as pleasure spiked through him. His back arched forcefully, and the only thing that saved him from having his skull cracked open was Naruto's reflexes. Surprisingly, the other man did not attempt to gloat at Sasuke's lack of control over his own motor functions.

Instead, he trailed fingers over Sasuke's ribs, causing him to shiver. �You feel...better than I imagined,� Naruto breathed against his lips before moving in for another kiss. This was a slower, exploring thing that sent ripples of lazy pleasure through Sasuke's body, threatening to take away the last of his sanity.

No, that weak little voice in his mind that he recognized as his conscience said, not like this. You want him like he always was! This is not Naruto! Its shrill, small voice was what finally gave him the strength to push Naruto away.

Blue eyes were dazed, and half unseeing when he finally got a good look at Naruto, who was now a few feet away, having stumbled backward. �What did you do that for?� Naruto asked, hurt lancing through his tone.

Sasuke put his hands up in front of himself when the space between them tried to shrink again. �No. There is something wrong with you, Naruto.�

Suddenly angry, Naruto closed the distance and shoved him hard against the door, planting hands on either side of his head. �Fuck you, Sasuke,� he growled. �Whatever is wrong with me, it only brought this thing to a head. Do you think I didn't want you before? That it was easy for me to watch you every day, and not crave the feeling of you...the taste of you?� Short nails scraped at the wood behind Sasuke until Naruto's heavy hands rested on his shoulders. �All I have wanted, above every other thing and nearly to the point of madness, is you. Yes, I shoved it aside, called it friendship, treated it like something impossible...all because I was sure you didn't feel the same way.�

Sasuke knew that if he let him, Naruto would keep on going with this tirade, which he hated to admit was making more sense to him than he liked. Lucky for him, Naruto had to breathe some time. During this pause for breath, Sasuke pushed his face close, almost within kissing range. �I'm not saying that I don't feel anything for you. That would be lying. But we can't do this. Not this way! For all we know, we could be under the influence of some kind of memory and mind altering ninjutsu or genjutsu perpetrated by the enemy. When we finally snap out of it, we'll just be our old selves, and then what will happen?�

Naruto seemed to take pause at this idea. He frowned, and his voice went very quiet. �You mean that, the reason I want to hold you until we fall asleep...and why I want to kiss you again...and how I have the overwhelming, burning urge to rip off your clothes...that this is all some kind of jutsu?� His face was filled with horror, and the color was draining from it. Then it was back, and he was even angrier than before. �Fuck! Fuck off, you stupid, self-centered, pig-headed, always superior know-it-all bastard! I know what I feel, and I know how long I've felt it. And you, asshole, are not going to convince me otherwise!�

Sasuke had had just about enough. He knew of only one way to deal with Naruto when he got like this. So, he brought his knee up, driving it into the ribs of Naruto's left side. With a wild cry, the blond sprang away, holding the sore spot. �Stop being so na�ve,� Sasuke growled. �There are plenty of genjutsu masters powerful enough to concoct techniques this convincing. It also explains the foreign chakra in your system.� Naruto seemed shocked and somewhat deflated, but still angry as hell. He took a small, hopefully non-threatening step toward him and activated his Sharingan. �Now if you stand still long enough, and try not to molest me, we can figure out if I recogni--�

His voice died in his throat, and he released the chakra that had been flooding his eyes. Sasuke felt his breathing growing faster, nearly out of control, and was somewhat surprised to find that his legs would no longer support him. Crumpling to the floor, he stared up at Naruto, who looked very worried indeed. �Sasuke?� Naruto said uncertainly, falling to his knees beside him. �Sasuke, what did you see? Did you recognize whose chakra I have in me?�

Sasuke could only nod for a moment. This was so much worse than he had imagined. It could not be any worse. Recognize? Oh, he knew all right. He just wished he didn't.

Hands grasped his shoulders, and began shaking. �And? What the hell?� Naruto's voice was growing louder in his ears, approaching the danger zone that was Uzumaki Supersonic Shouting Volume. �Who did this to me?!� Naruto almost-yelled, all the while becoming more desperate. Sasuke could not blame him. He was approaching that stage himself.

There was no easy way, no sweet way to say it. So he did what he did best. Sasuke looked Naruto in the eyes and told him the truth. �It's mine.�

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Author's Note #2: Oh...I'm sorry. Was that evil of me?

Feed the R E V I E W Monster. It is hungry.

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