A Note of Discord 4: Lighter Heads, Heavy Hearts.

Naruto: A Note of Discord 4.
Lighter Heads, Heavy Hearts.
Esoteric Style

It was dusk. It was windy, even for the summer, and small clouds of dust obscured Sasuke’s feet as he hiked down the dirt road. He stopped at the village gates, and stared out at the forest beyond. He heard footsteps behind him.
“Sakura,” He began, turning to face his follower. He was greeted instead by the cold, feral eyes of Inuzuka Kiba. The boy’s wild hair hung around a face showing hurt and confusion. “Kiba?”
“I would have let you go, if you had wanted.” Sasuke remained silent. “You should have known you couldn’t sneak out without my noticing.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Kiba snickered.
“Well thank you for that.” He turned, rage on his face. and walked away without further comment. Sasuke watched him round a corner, and disappear from view. Sasuke turned back to the gate. On the crest of a hill, in the forest beyond, stood five figures. They waited as the boy approached.

The group that met with him was a motley assortment of sound ninjas calling themselves the Sound Five. Their leader was a youthful, effeminate boy named Kimimaro. The other group members included a fiery and annoying girl named Tayuya, an obese older man named Jirobou, a hideous creature named Kidomaru, and a two-headed man named Sakon. Sasuke had held better company in the past. They traveled quickly, hoping to make it across the border by sunrise. Suddenly, without warning, the Sound Five stopped, landing neatly in a clearing in almost perfect unison. In the center of the clearing was a large wooden barrel.
“Sasuke,” Kimimaro spoke, “We need to talk about your seal.” A little later that night, Sasuke died.

Three nights passed before the six travelers returned to the village of Sound. Upon reaching their destination, the party disbanded. Sasuke and Kimimaro were left alone. Kimimaro began striding confidently toward the center of the village, and gestured half-heartedly for Sasuke to follow. Kimimaro had made it perfectly clear over the course of the past few days that Sasuke was a burden to him. The two moved in silence, gathering the stares of the other villagers. One in particular kept a close eye on the newcomer.
Dosu did not recognize the boy at first, but a smile crept across his face as the recognition dawned. He couldn’t wait to tell Zaku that the Uchiha had shown up after all.
The village was relatively non-descript. It appeared somewhat like a campground might, if the visitors spontaneously decided to become permanent residents. Few of the buildings matched, and the general layout was one of chaos. Sasuke was led to a tall building in the center of the village, with well guarded double doors. The thick wood entranceway was hastily opened as Kimimaro approached. Sasuke followed, and they were soon enveloped in a thick darkness as the heavy doors closed behind them.
“Orochimaru is here?” Sasuke asked, if for no other reason than to make sure he could still speak.
“Of course not. Orochimaru-sama is intelligent enough not to stay in such an obvious building.
“Then why are we here?”
“Keeping up appearances. Just because Orochimaru doesn’t live here, doesn’t mean that people don’t think he does.” Before Sasuke had a chance to raise further inquiry, the room was filled with blinding light. Sasuke squinted, and blinked several times to clear his vision. Kimimaro had lit a flare. The building they stood in was vast and empty, without a single interior wall. In the center of the floor was a staircase that led down into a passageway so dark that it seemed to quiver and breathe in the light of the flare. Sasuke let Kimimaro lead him into the abyssal hallway, knowing who waited at it’s other end.
Sasuke’s meeting with Orochimaru was brief. Sasuke was to stay in the village, and when he was ready, Orochimaru would call on him, and train him. Less than an hour after arriving in the village of Sound, Sasuke was standing outside the door of his private apartment. Sasuke opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked. He stepped into the dark room and shut the door, latching it behind him. He dropped his things in the small cold room, and fell onto the bed. It was uncomfortable, but he was exhausted. Sasuke slept better that night than he ever had.

Sasuke awoke early the next day. He doubted that Orochimaru would be ready to train him already, but just in case he was, Sasuke had no intentions of being around the apartment when Kimimaro came calling. He had come to the sound village for one reason: Zaku. The Uchiha dressed quickly, and headed out into the village. For the most part, few people wandered through it’s streets. Most of the ninja he ran into appeared to be on some sort of guard patrol, and they paid the boy little attention. Sasuke was unsure if this was due to his being perceived as little threat, or because they were previously informed of his arrival. Sasuke came upon several shopkeepers in the middle of a large marketplace. The roadside stalls were empty for now; the shopkeepers were struggling to scrub them clean in an effort to make the market presentable for sales later in the day. They paused in their work long enough to examine the boy from afar. Newcomers were rare in the Sound.
Without direction, and having no knowledge of the village, Sasuke had no idea where to look for Zaku. He strolled, lost, through winding streets, hoping for a bit of luck.
Meanwhile, Zaku and Dosu were looking for him. Dosu had told Zaku of Sasuke’s arrival, and the two were hoping to find him in order to teach him a little respect early on. Zaku was worried that if Sasuke wasn’t scared, he might inform Orochimaru of the rape incident, and Zaku knew that his master wouldn’t be happy with his prize body being mishandled. They easily broke into Sasuke’s apartment, but it was empty. Zaku felt the bed sheets; they were still warm.
“He hasn’t been gone long. Let’s check the area.” Zaku smiled as he spoke. Zaku was enraged that the Uchiha would dare to come here. It was as if Sasuke were still mocking him, after everything he had done to crush the boy’s spirit. Zaku had been sure that Sasuke would never voluntarily come to the Sound.
Zaku raced through the village market, Dosu close on his heels. He had a feeling that the boy had come through here. Shortly after the market disappeared from view, they spotted him.
“You ready, Dosu?” Dosu nodded in approval. “Let’s teach this little fuck to stay out of our way. He apparently hasn’t learned that lesson yet.”

Sasuke heard the rapid footfall behind him, and instinctively ducked out of the way into an alley directly to his left. Unfortunately, this was exactly what Zaku and Dosu had been counting on. Dosu quickly blocked Sasuke in while Zaku paused to hurl a burst of air into the dirt, blasting a massive pile of earth up in the entrance of the alleyway. Zaku turned back to face the boy, leering over Dosu’s shoulder, a twisted grin on his face. By the time Sasuke had realized what was happening, it was already too late. His heart jumped as he saw Zaku, but it soon fell when he saw that Dosu, not Zaku, was approaching him. Sasuke stepped back, but found that he was already against the wall. Dosu chuckled.
“You were right, Zaku,” He began. “He does have cute lips.” Dosu dashed forward, driving one knee into Sasuke’s stomach. The Uchiha’s jaw fell open as the air left him. His body went briefly limp. In the moment of weakness, Dosu dropped his hands onto Sasuke’s shoulders, and pushed him onto his knees. Dosu reached down, and pulled his cock, already hardening, from his waistband. “Beating the shit out of pussies like you always turns me on.” Dosu wrapped one strong palm around Sasuke’s head, and drove it back against the stone wall behind the boy. Bright stars exploded in Sasuke’s vision. Dosu slid two of his fingers in between Sasuke’s lips. Despite the beating, the skin of Sasuke’s face was soft and milky, without imperfection. His lips were red from the adrenaline pumping through him, and they stood out in sharp contrast. Dosu’s fingers were thick and rough, but tasteless. The sound ninja spread Sasuke’s mouth, and gently squeezed his tongue. Dosu withdrew his fingers, but Sasuke’s mouth remained open. A soft pink flush had appeared on the boy’s cheeks, which were glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Dosu stepped back, somewhat shocked. Zaku had described the boy as a bit of a slut, but to get this turned on, by an enemy, in the dirt of a back alley? Then, Dosu followed Sasuke’s line of sight. The boy was staring intently at Zaku, and in particular, the sizable bulge in the crotch of Zaku’s pants.
Dosu was the first person to realize what Sasuke already knew. The boy had it bad for Zaku. Dosu smiled, he would have fun with this now. Dosu moved forward, stepping to block Sasuke’s view of his teammate. He pushed his cock forward, gripping it with a loose grip. Dosu grabbed Sasuke’s chin, and turned him to face the swollen erection.
“Choke on it, bitch.” Dosu spoke with unrelenting malice. Suddenly, Sasuke’s fist fired upward, catching Dosu in the wrist, and breaking his grasp. Dosu looked down to see Sasuke’s face burning with rage. His eyes glowed a deep, sinful red. The boy’s teeth clenched as he leapt to his feet, and higher still, spinning in a delicate arc until his heel connected with Dosu’s jaw. The sound ninja flew backward, striking the wall on the opposite side of the alley, before falling to the ground. When Sasuke spoke, he commanded attention.
“You can’t touch me,” He shouted at the shocked Dosu. Sasuke raised his right arm, pointing at Zaku. “I belong to him. You aren’t worthy of his leftovers, scum.” Dosu sat in the dirt, his back against the stone wall. He stared at Sasuke, wide-eyed. Zaku watched, in shock, as Sasuke approached him. Upon reaching Zaku, Sasuke fell to his knees. He looked up at Zaku. “Do with me what you will, Zaku.” For a moment that stretched on in silence, the three ninja were silent. Zaku broke it.
“Dosu, come on. Let’s go.” Sasuke didn’t move. He remained on his knees, arms limp at his sides, eyes closed. Dosu stood slowly, wary of the boy’s stillness. In a rapid cloud of dust, Zaku and Dosu vanished, leaving Sasuke alone in the dark alleyway.

”Do with me what you will, Zaku.” He couldn’t get it out of his head. The sound ninja was pissed off. This whole situation had gotten out of control. What started as revenge had somehow gone awry. Now Sasuke was obsessed with him. Zaku had to admit, he was flattered, but Sasuke was his enemy, and he wanted nothing to do with the boy. On the other hand, however, Sasuke was in the village now, and was ranked under him. Furthermore, the idea of having a personal slave was very appealing. Like any teenager, Zaku was horny near-constantly, and having a couple of useable holes around the house would be nice.
Zaku contemplated his options. He was lying in his bed, unable to sleep, arms crossed beneath his head. He knew he would enjoy using the boy, but it would take away his motivation if Sasuke enjoyed it as well. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that having a twink slut like the Uchiha around, especially one from such noble background, would be worth whatever dignity he would have to lose in exchange. No longer willing to wait, and tired of spending every night jerking off, Zaku went out in the night to find Sasuke.
The moon was low in the sky, sagging barely over the horizon, and looked enormous. Zaku darted through the streets, moving between residential dwellings like an unnoticed breeze. He was at Sasuke’s door within half an hour. Zaku didn’t knock. He tried the knob, and found the door unlocked. He stepped into the apartment, surprisingly warm despite the light chill of the evening. Zaku looked around the small, simply designed room. Against the far wall, underneath a small open window, Sasuke lay on a thin, soft mattress. His body was motionless with sleep. He was partially covered in a thin, satiny sheet that flowed over his form like water, swooping over the subtly curve of his chest, and gathering in a big pile in the space between his thighs. His pale white skin was soft in the moonlight, gaining the apparent texture of rich silk. The fabric moved and breathed as breezes from the window caught it at different angles. The whole scene was so ethereal, Zaku was half-convinced he had imagined the whole thing. Whether the chill or Zaku’s presence caused it, Sasuke stirred. He did not wake up, but he twisted slightly, sending the delicate sheet to the floor in a billowing cascade.
The boy’s nude form, the picture of innocence, was displayed to Zaku as if the boy were trying to convince him, even in his sleep. Zaku moved a little closer; the darkness made Sasuke hard to see. The boy’s lips, pouty and inviting, were parted as he drew in slow, deep breaths. His cheeks were tinted with the pink flush that the warmth of sleep provides. The jet black mass of hair topping Sasuke’s head fell over his forehead, covering his eyes. Zaku reached out, slowly, carefully, and swept the hair from the boy’s face. Zaku was taken aback by the youthful beauty Sasuke’s sleeping expression held. All of the training, all of the hardship that molded boys into ninja was gone while he slept. Here was the body of a naïve thirteen year old. A boy too young to know pain, too young to know war. And yet, Zaku knew that Sasuke had seen as much tragedy as anyone he knew. Zaku also knew that he had caused some of it. Zaku traced his fingers over Sasuke’s body, running them across the flawless skin of his neck, his shoulders, and his chest. Zaku’s thumb danced gingerly over the boy’s nipple, following the deep track cut by his abs, until it ran into the sharp jutting bone of his pelvis. Zaku felt his heart racing as his hand ran across the hairless region above Sasuke’s cock.
Zaku paused, staring at Sasuke’s boyhood, and the curve beneath it, signaling the start of Sasuke’s ass. He ran his fingers around the pubescent shaft, and underneath, prodding gently at the tender hole between the boy’s legs. Sasuke’s body shivered, reacting on it’s own, without the boy’s command. Small goosebumps broke out across his skin, and his cock jumped slightly. Amazed, Zaku retreated his fingers. Sasuke did not awaken.
Zaku slipped his fingers into Sasuke’s mouth. The boy’s lips closed around them instinctively, and his mouth watered. Zaku pulled the digits out, leaving a thin trail of saliva between his fingertips and Sasuke’s bottom lip. He reached down, and between the boy’s thighs, and against pressed on the tight entrance underneath the sleeping child. A small whine escaped Sasuke’s throat, and his cock jumped again, but he still did not awaken. Zaku pressed forward, forcing two fingers into the warm space. Zaku became aware that his own erection was straining painfully against the fabric of his pants, so he happily freed it, dropping his pants to the floor. He grabbed it with his free hand. Zaku began thrusting his fingers rhythmically into Sasuke, and timed his other hand to stroke his cock at the same pace. Sasuke’s boyhood had become fully erect, and as Zaku worked the boy’s asshole, he watched a bead of precum appear at it’s tip. With the boy at his peak arousal, Zaku pulled his fingers out, and repositioned. He moved closer to Sasuke’s head, keeping the boy’s cock in reach. Zaku gripped Sasuke’s cock loosely, with his thumb and index finger, and experimentally stroked it a few times. While the boy’s hips did move a little, he did not seem to wake up at all. Satisfied, Zaku began to masturbate the boy in sync with himself.
The head of Zaku’s cock was hardly an inch from Sasuke’s mouth. Every so often, Zaku would lean forward, sliding it’s sensitive surface against Sasuke’s lips. He could feel the boy’s hot breath rolling across his skin. Zaku lost track of time. He didn’t know if minutes or hours had passed, but still the boy stayed asleep. Zaku knew that Sasuke would cum soon, his hips were swaying visibly, and he could feel an intense heat building in the boy’s shaft that was unmistakable. Zaku shifted his grip, holding the boy’s cock with his fingers while rubbing its head with his thumb. Zaku pressed his own cock forward, sliding it slowly past the soft plump lips, and into the hot moisture of Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke’s tongue undulated as he tried to continue breathing. Zaku could feel it rolling along the bottom of his shaft like a warm wave. He humped slowly, enjoying the sensation, but trying not to jar the boy too much. Zaku felt the wetness increase in his palm, and looked down to see Sasuke’s cock begin to spasm wildly. Zaku abandoned his new grip, and returned to stroking the boyish shaft while Sasuke’s unconscious orgasm took hold of his body. Hot drops of cum arced onto Sasuke’s chest and stomach while his mouth contracted and swallowed. Zaku suddenly felt his cock being milked and suckled with such ferocity that he was sure Sasuke had awoken. A quick check revealed that the actions were involuntary. Zaku held still until the last moment, sliding his cock free just in time to fire a load of cum onto Sasuke’s pink lips. The white liquid clung to Sasuke’s face, covering his cheek and pooling along the side of his nose. Zaku stroked the base of his cock, panting loudly as he finished ejaculating directly into Sasuke’s mouth. He watched with pleasure as the boy’s sleeping body swallowed the cum, tongue darting out to clean his lips.
Zaku sighed with satisfaction. He bent down and grabbed the discarded sheet, using it to clean himself before dropping it again to the floor. He thought to himself that this arrangement might work out after all. Zaku pulled his pants back up, fastened them, and turned to leave. In the moonlight, the boy was beautiful. He turned, and headed toward the door.
Behind him, Sasuke smiled.