A Note of Discord.

Naruto: A Note of Discord.
Esoteric Style

Dosu leapt desperately from tree to tree, clinging to his unconscious partner. Kin followed behind, watching their backs to be sure of a clean escape. Dosu’s mind was a blend of terror and confusion. How could their leader have pitted them against such a creature? Why did he command them to defeat the Uchiha, and then gift him with such power? Zaku’s blood warmed his shirt, making the thick fabric cling to his already overheated skin. Dosu looked back, Kin’s face dripped with sweat, her cheeks stained with blood and filth. Her lips were patchy with chakra burns.
The added weight was slowing them down too much. Even worse, Zaku’s dead weight was throwing off Dosu’s balance. His feet slipped awkwardly on a wet branch. Kin gasped as Dosu fell, leaping into the air toward her plummeting teammates. She caught them in the air, and used her body to counteract Zaku’s. Dosu landed hard, but uninjured, thirty feet below. He let Zaku roll onto the dirt, and grasped his knees to regain his breath. The fight had taken most of his stamina, and the constant threat of other enemies kept them from relaxing.
In the comforting blackness of night, Dosu went to work repairing his friend. Kin kept a close eye on the surrounding trees, as she set up complex wire traps to fend off enemy teams during the delicate work. He tore off Zaku’s shirt, noticing the sickening angle of the teen’s shoulders. The sound ninja steadied his mind and set about his grisly task. With two loud cracks, he relocated Zaku’s shoulders. The bones in both arms were shattered. That shouldn’t be too much of a problem; Kabuto could easily set the bones after the exam. Dosu was concerned with the more immediate issues of the air tubes in Zaku’s arms. He pulled a kunai from his pack, inspecting its edge closely, to ensure that it was sharp and clean. During the battle, and their escape, large amounts of rock, dirt, and plant matter had invaded Zaku’s wounds. Dosu, hands shaking slightly, placed the edge of the knife against one of the dirtier lacerations.
Kin tried to ignore the harsh wet sounds behind her, focusing on her wire work. After a few moments, Zaku woke up. His screams pierced her resolve, and tears escaped her eyes as she finished the last traps.

Uchiha Sasuke stood at the precipice of the stone cliff overlooking Konoha. Kakashi was late, as expected. Only two days remained until the primary matches of the Chunin exams. The thirteen-year-old wavered slightly on his feet. He had grown tired of waiting and had begun practicing the Chidori technique alone. He had exhausted his chakra, and his stamina was almost gone as well. The unforgiving sun beat down on him, and finally, Sasuke was forced to lean against a rock outcropping to remain standing.
As the hours passed, he began to doubt that Kakashi would arrive at all. Finally, he heard a sound behind him. Sasuke spun casually around, expecting to be greeted by the carefree expression of his teacher. Instead, he met the glare of six dark eyes. The sun was setting behind the strangers, and Sasuke couldn’t identify them immediately. He quickly moved to defend himself, but in his weakened state, was easily out-maneuvered. Two needles fired from the left figure’s hand. They pierced his shoulder easily. Though the pain was minimal, he noticed the sound of bells ringing as the needles sunk into his flesh. As the sound reverberated in his ears, he found himself getting dizzy.
“Damn it,” Sasuke muttered, as he fell to his knees. His vision blurred.
“Dosu, Kin, watch for Kakashi. I can handle the Uchiha from here.” Dosu and Kin darted past the downed ninja, taking positions on the cliff face to wait for Kakashi. Zaku approached Sasuke slowly, and raised his open palm.
“Zankuukyokuha!” Dust kicked up around Sasuke as the funnel of wind and sound strengthened. The roaring air shut out all other sound, and Sasuke found it nearly impossible to breathe. He used what remained of his chakra to cling to the ground, trying to avoid being blown completely off of the mountain. The wind sliced through Sasuke’s skin like razors, leaving thin red trails across his arms and legs. His clothes were shredded by the blast, and flew off the cliff top to join the leaves in the wind. Only a few tattered scraps clung to his body. Zaku stalked over to him with confidence, and threw him, one-handed, to the dirt. Sasuke coughed, his legs pulling close to his body as he fought to overcome the pain. The glare of the sun was blocked from Sasuke’s eyes as Zaku’s shadow fell over him. “You seem kind of down, little Uchiha,” Zaku teased. He pulled his foot back and delivered a strong kick to Sasuke’s ribs, flipping the boy onto his back. His pale skin was striped with bloody cuts.
Zaku loosened his cow-patterned pants, and dropped them to the rock. He stepped out of his pants and shoes in one movement. Zaku stepped over Sasuke, straddling him, and lowered himself until he was sitting on the defenseless boy’s chest. He pulled a kunai from Sasuke’s dropped weapon pouch, and swatted the bag away. Zaku placed the blade against the side of Sasuke’s throat.
“Death is too good for you, Uchiha,” Zaku began, “But if you don’t play along, I’ll see that you meet it more quickly.” Zaku pressed the sharp steel against Sasuke’s skin, forcing a trickle of blood to trace the curve of the boy’s neck. “Do you understand?” Sasuke nodded. “I wish I could trust you, Uchiha, but I know how fast you can form seals.” Zaku grabbed the index and pinky finger of Sasuke’s right hand. “So I’m going to take care of that right now. He twisted the hand, popping both fingers in opposite directions. Sasuke screamed as Zaku let his now ruined hand fall to the dirt. He did the same with Sasuke’s left hand, though the boy put up more of a fight the second time. “As for the sharingan,” Zaku grabbed a handful of dirt. He forced Sasuke’s eyelids open, and forcefully shoved the rocks and filth into the boy’s eyes. Sasuke’s head jerked with the pain, but his screams had reduced to loud whimpers.
Zaku watched with satisfaction as Sasuke squirmed beneath him. The boy’s pain brought him pleasure. Sasuke coughed, blood and dirt clogging his throat. Now satisfied that the Uchiha was unable to fight, Zaku spun the kunai deftly in his hand, before sinking it into a tree several yards away. The Sound ninja slowed his pace. He was at ease now, and he wanted to make his fun last as long as possible. He slid forward on the boy’s chest, until he sat on Sasuke’s collarbone.
“Open your mouth.” Zaku ordered. Sasuke disobeyed. Zaku fired out a hand, slapping Sasuke with enough force to blur the boy’s vision. “Open your fucking mouth!” Again, Sasuke refused. Zaku placed his palms against Sasuke’s temples; snarling, he let a small, 20% pressure blast bore into Sasuke’s head. He quickly followed this with a jab to the chin, slamming Sasuke’s screaming mouth shut. Zaku’s adept ears heard the sound of several teeth cracking. Zaku leaned in closely to Sasuke’s ears, which were still ringing from the supersonic attack. With all the air he could muster, Zaku shrieked into Sasuke’s damaged ears, “If you want to live through this fucking day, you’ll open your mouth and suck my cock like the filthy fucking whore you and all your dead fucking family are!” Reluctantly, as if calculating the benefits of death, Sasuke’s mouth opened. His lips were cracked and bloodied, but that mattered little to Zaku. Despite his young age, Zaku’s cock was of a sizeable girth, especially considering the youthful thirteen-year-old mouth that was accepting it.
Sasuke was either unwilling or incapable of actually performing orally, so Zaku was forced to take the initiative. He shifted to a kneeling position, and treated Sasuke’s mouth as he would treat any other human orifice. He held the kid’s hair in a tight grip, forcing Sasuke’s head into an uncomfortable, but mostly vertical angle. This position his mouth in such a way that Zaku could easily thrust into it. Zaku used his free hand to keep Sasuke’s jaw pried apart, preventing the possibility of jagged, broken teeth coming down on his boyhood. He throat-fucked the boy, relishing in each wet gurgle as Sasuke swallowed short gasping breaths. Zaku’s penetration was stopped only by the curve of Sasuke’s neck. Zaku pulled his cock from Sasuke’s throat only when the boy was clearly within seconds of passing out. Sasuke’s mouth was a mess of blood and saliva. Zaku held Sasuke’s mouth open, and used one finger to guide Sasuke’s tongue from his mouth. Sasuke kept his jaw rigid, afraid to move against Zaku’s wishes. Zaku leaned forward, rubbing a drop of precum against the boy’s tongue. Sasuke winced.
Dosu hung from the cliff face, searching for any sign of Sasuke’s teacher. He saw nothing. Above, the Uchiha’s screams broke the quiet morning air. A group of birds took flight at the sound. Dosu turned to Kin, who was hidden amongst a rock outcropping. “Keep your ears open, he’s begun.”
Zaku stood, and stepped off of Sasuke. He pointed one hand at the boy, and unleashed a heavy blast of air, flipping Sasuke onto his stomach. His back and taut ass were covered with scrapes and bruises. Patches of dirt clung to the sweat in the small of his back. Zaku knelt behind Sasuke. He placed his hands on the boy’s hips, his fingers resting on the sharp bones of Sasuke’s pelvis.
“These arms,” Zaku spoke loudly, so that Sasuke could hear him. “These arms that you destroyed; are going to help make you my bitch.” Zaku lifted Sasuke’s waist, pulling the boy onto all fours. Sasuke’s back heaved as he pulled in ragged breaths. The air was hot as it escaped his lips. His eyes burned like fire, but the pain in his hands kept him from rubbing them. Zaku’s cock, covered in a layer of blood and thick saliva, was well lubricated. He aligned it with Sasuke’s asshole, a tight, inviting orifice, and shoved forward. Sasuke let out a raspy scream, the agony of which sent shivers down Kin’s spine, even though she was well out of view of the scene. The scream was followed by mournful whimpers. When Zaku looked down, Sasuke’s face was wet with tears, and his eyes were rolling upwards.
Zaku pulled his hips back, allowing his cock to fall free from Sasuke’s ass. His virginity stolen, Sasuke was motionless, his upper body resting limply on the filthy rock, his ass in the air like an animal. Zaku reached forward and grabbed Sasuke’s hair. He yanked on it, twisting the boy’s head to one side.
“I want to see your face when I fill you this time. If you turn away from me, I’ll kill you.” Zaku spit on Sasuke’s ass, and repositioned his cock. Steadying it with his free hand, Zaku thrust forward, sliding eight inches of rigid cock into the bleeding opening. Sasuke’s mouth fell open, a silent scream trying to force it’s way from his lips. His once pale skin was stained a deep burgundy with his own blood. Tears painted white lines on his cheeks as they cleaned the filth from his skin. “If you can still see, I want you to watch this.” Zaku held Sasuke’s head steady, and buried his cock to its base. Unfortunately, Zaku was quickly growing tired of torturing the boy. He didn’t make enough noise, and he had lost the will to fight. Zaku focused on a final humiliation. He released Sasuke’s hair, and dug both hands into the Uchiha’s lithe hips. He leaned over him, inhaling the scent of fear and corruption surrounding the boy. At this angle, he was able to thrust hard, and fast. Loud rhythmic slaps greeted the sunrise as Zaku’s hips met the curve of Sasuke’s athletic ass.
As pain wracked Sasuke’s body, his muscles tightened and spasmed, unintentionally massaging Zaku’s invading shaft. Sasuke’s asshole squeezed his cock, pulling on it, as if begging him to fill it deeper, fill it faster. Zaku started to lose himself. He began to thrust deeper, and faster, giving in to his body’s instincts and desires. He felt his cock swelling, as a strong heat built behind it. Zaku immediately pulled backwards, and threw a full blast of air at Sasuke, throwing him several feet and onto his back. Zaku rushed forward, and knelt over Sasuke’s stunned face. He held Sasuke’s mouth open with one hand, and used the other to wrap a gentle current of air around his own cock. He stroked it quickly, inhaling sharply as the first jets of cum fell onto Sasuke’s lips. The boy was sobbing visibly. Zaku kept pumping, his body shaking as more loads of cum fell into and around Sasuke’s mouth. The boy swallowed instinctively, gasping as the hot fluid ran from his lips.
Zaku rested briefly, abandoning the air flow to rub his cock by hand. He squeezed the last few drops free, taking care to make them land in Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke did not move as Zaku stood. The Sound ninja stepped back into his cow-patterned pants as his cock softened, and slipped on his shoes. Zaku returned to Sasuke, who was sprawled across the dirt, his injured hands cradled by his torso. Zaku stepped over Sasuke’s body, and reached down, closing his hands around the boy’s wrists. He pulled the arms backwards, and placed his foot carefully between Sasuke’s shoulder blades. He pressed his leg forward, while yanking backwards on Sasuke’s limp arms. The bones twisted easily, popping his shoulders from their sockets. Letting Sasuke’s left arm fall to the dirt, he held the right one tight, and swept his foot into it at the elbow, snapping the bone with a blood-chilling crack.
“Uchiha,” Zaku began. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again, or Dosu and I will both have our way with you, and then we’ll let Orochimaru-sama have his turn.” Zaku delivered a swift kick to Sasuke’s lolling head, rolling the boy over a few times, and knocking him unconscious.
“Zaku! Someone is coming!” Dosu shouted from the cliff face.
“Very well. I’m finished, let’s get out of here.” Zaku smirked at the motionless boy, and disappeared in a cloud of dust.

The End.